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The Match

By: Leslie



I was so glad that Frank had given me the afternoon off. I went to the bank and cashed my bonus check, just to have some spending money. I was still feeling a tad hung-over and sexed out from the evening before, but the soft touch of Ellen's hands had rekindled the flame in my pussy. I felt like masturbating right in my car, but that had to wait; I wanted to save my strength for my practice with Stacey. 

Upon getting back to my place, I immediately stripped, and sat down at my computer. The first thing I did was check my e-mail, and the only message that appeared was from Janelle:

Leslie, 

The wrestling room at Muff's has been reserved for our match for two hours, tomorrow, starting at noon. I came up with a set of rules, and let me know if you agree with them. 

1. One fall, no time limit, winner by submission(including sleeper holds) 

2. Clothing limited to bra and panty combo, bikini, or leotard. Eventual nudity is allowed. No shoes or socks allowed. Any violation is immediate disqualification. 

3. Moves not allowed: scratching or clawing, punching, kicking, biting. 

4. Hair pulling is allowed. 

5. Each of us is allowed a second.

6. Angel will referee

Janelle

I wrote her back in an instant, agreeing to the terms. I had a half an hour to get to the gym to meet Stacey. I sat for a few minutes, rubbing my pussy, coming up with a strategy to defeat Janelle. 

The door swung shut behind me as I entered Muff's, and I nearly ran to the locker room. I stripped quickly, and although I had planned on wearing my black thong leotard to wrestle Stacey, the sight of all of the gorgeous nude women in the room changed my mind. The sound of moaning rose from the shower, and I peeked around the corner to see several women engaged in an orgy of lesbian lust. I put it out of my mind, and raced down to the wrestling room, where I met Stacey. She quickly stripped out of her pink tights, and we kissed madly. She was stunned as I flipped her onto the matt, and two hours of brutal wrestling ensued. We are quite evenly matched, and we both strained for an advantage the entire time. But the practice did me well. For a reward we started our own shower orgy, which lasted for an hour or so. I was home by 7pm, and was quickly asleep, dreaming of the match in the morning. 

I was up at 8am, and ate only a bowl of cereal. Frank called a little while later to wish me luck, but he told me he did the same for Janelle. I worked out a little, and prepared myself for the match. I left the house at 11:30, and drove to the gym, feeling very confident. 

The gym parking lot was packed, and although I thought it strange for a Saturday, I paid little attention to this. I stepped out of my car, wearing only an overcoat and red high-heels. Stacey met me inside the front door, and she was smiling from ear to ear. 

"Leslie, you won't believe this, but every member of the gym is in the wrestling room. Bleachers are set up, and Frank is the only guy there. The matt is surrounded by a ring, and the place is going wild!" she told me. 

I was shocked at first, but I realized this would make it all the more humiliating for Janelle. 

"Good. Now everyone will see how I abuse her," I replied. 

It was five before twelve when we walked into the wrestling area, and the place went crazy, all of the women screaming and cheering for me. I felt so powerful right then; I wanted to take on Angel, anyone, the entire place. Angel was wearing a see through leotard, and she looked stunning. I entered the ring, and looked back at Stacy, who had stripped to just a thong. The crowd cheered even more wildly as I let my coat fall to the floor, revealing my red thong swimsuit bottom, and my matching top, which barely covered my nipples. I strutted around the ring, shadow boxing as I moved. I moved to the cheers back to my corner, and kicked off my heels. Just then Janelle appeared. 

I was momentarily stunned. Her long blonde hair was gone; she had cut it off, and now sported a military type haircut. She wore a skintight black leotard, and I was taken aback by the muscles coursing though her legs. She circled the ring, ignoring me, and she worked the crowd like an expert. Her huge tits bounced within the leotard; how could I have missed them at work? Her nipples were small but hard, and I felt the first twinge in my pussy. Stacey massaged my shoulders, loosening me even further. Then I looked at Janelle's second, and I couldn't believe my eyes; it was Deshonna, fully nude, and grinning at me. She began to massage her tits and nipples, and I had to look away for fear of becoming too aroused. Janelle stood with her back to me, flexing her tremendous ass-muscles. I knew I had to stay away from her legs. 

Then Angel called us to the center of the ring, and the gym lights went dark, except for spotlights illuminating the ring. 

"Ladies, you both know the rules. Remember that this is a submission match, no time limit. Shake hands, and come out fighting."

We shook, and went back to our corners. Stacey reminded me to stay away from her legs. Then the bell rang, and the crowd roared. 

We circled, finally touching hands, then slapping hands. We kept circling, each of us wanting to work up a sweat. Finally clenching, we struggled to maintain our balance, and then I began to push her backward, Upon reaching the ropes, I spun her around into a headlock, using my right arm, with my left hand locking with my right wrist. Janelle just rode it out at first, not really resisting, just holding my arms, attempting to break them loose. The crowd was really buzzing at this point, and I slowly spun in circles, gazing at the women sitting ringside. I felt incredibly strong, and I realized that one of my lifelong fantasies was happening at this very moment. I began to increase the pressure. 

"How's that feel, bitch?" I asked her loudly. 

Janelle didn't say a word, but she reached up my ass and grabbed my thong, pulling it up my ass-crack. With this I applied full-pressure, and her hand released my thong, her arms flailing wildly. Angel circled us, grinning with delight. I moved toward Janelle's corner, and my eyes met Deshonna's, who was pinching her nipples roughly. Distracted for a split second, my grip loosened, and I felt my legs go out from under me. I was airborne, and slammed into the matt with a thud. A groan escaped my lips, and I heard the crowd going crazy. Fully expecting Janelle to be on me in an instant, I shook off the cobwebs as fast as I could, and crawled to the nearest rope, pulling myself to my feet. That bitch Janelle was strutting around the ring, encouraging the crowd. She then turned to me. 

"C'mon Leslie, I owe you for kicking me out of the office. Let's see how tough you are!"

I was determined, but cautious. Janelle was one spirited woman, and this was going to be more difficult than I thought. Just stay away from her legs, I reminded myself. But I was working up a sweat now, and I had shaken off the affects of her flip. 

We circled the ring, and circled it again. I knew I had to use my wits now. I would let her make the first move, and then counterattack. She didn't disappoint me. 

We clinched again, and she attempted to get me in a headlock. As she spun me, I deftly grabbed her left arm, and slung her with all of my strength in the opposite direction. She flew perfectly into the opposite ropes, and she missed grabbing them. Janelle came flying directly back to me, and my body met hers in a clinch. I spun with her, slamming her to the matt, landing on top of her. A loud "UNGH" spat from her, and I knew she was dazed. I quickly sat on her, and although I knew she had powerful legs, her stomach had a flabby appearance, even through her leotard. That would be where I would work. 

I stood quickly, and dropped my full weight onto her stomach. Janelle groaned loudly, and the crowd cheered with delight. I heard Deshonna imploring Janelle to get to her feet, and Stacey urged me to repeat the tactic. Again I stood and dropped on her stomach, and Janelle released a loud moan. The crowd was with me now. 

As I stood, Janelle managed to roll onto her stomach. As I pounced on her back, I looked up to see Angel, who was topless now, and rubbing her nipples. I thought that this would be a good time to show the crowd some skin, and it would be Janelle's. She was still a little groggy, but recovering quickly. I pulled her arms behind her, and with one hand grabbed her leotard in the back and PULLED! It slid quickly off of her sweat-soaked skin, and I released her arms, her head banging against the matt with a thud. It was time for a new hold. 

I slid up her body, and grabbed her around the chin, pulling back hard, initiating a camel-clutch. The crowd again roared as Janelle's lovely titties sprung into view, and I worked the clutch hard, moving her breasts up and down. She instinctively grabbed my thighs, wrapped her arms around them, and I could feel the sweat from her armpits. Farther and farther I pulled her back, stretching her weak abdominals, hearing her moan. I kept her in this position for several minutes. 

But Janelle began to rally. She placed her hands on the matt, and started to move her powerful legs under her. I worked the clutch harder, but to no effect. Soon she was on all fours, with me riding her like a pony, and my calves brushed against her breasts. Again distracted, I weakened my grip on her chin, and in one motion, she flipped me off of her. I was momentarily stunned, and Janelle made her move, despite her grogginess. She grabbed my wrists and began pulling me toward her, grasping with her legs. She moved into position, and her right hand locked onto my left ankle, pulling me to her, and I shrieked as her powerful legs executed a scissors. 

I panicked, struggling to free myself before she could launch the full pressure of her legs, but to no relief. Janelle began to work my stomach, her legs applying increasing pressure, and I felt my wind escape my lips. I tightened my muscles as a defense, but she began to loosen and tighten her legs, working my stomach, until I couldn't help but totally succumb to her move. Janelle reached down and untied my bikini top, and she ripped it from my body. The female crowd exploded, chanting for the contestants to go nude. Stacey implored me to break free, but for the moment, I was trapped. Janelle rolled me over onto my back, exposing my bosom, and she noticed how hard my nipples were. 

"Enjoying this Leslie? You look like you are, judging from your nipples," she taunted. 

I couldn't reply, because she was right. As much as I despised her, I was aroused by the situation, and I was weakening. I had to get free. 

Then it hit me; I reached down to her locked ankles, and quickly ran my fingernails down the soles of her feet. Janelle yelped, and her lock on my waist broke as her ankles flew apart. I rolled and spun to a neutral corner, gasping for breath. Janelle stood and came at me again, grabbing my wrists, and she flung me across the ring. I landed in the opposite corner, and luckily for me, I was able to brace myself against the turnbuckle before she attacked. I was still leaning against the corner, when I felt her hands move into my thong, pulling it down to my ankles, and then she threw me to the matt, and ripped them off my feet. I was nude now, and very exposed. 

Janelle moved quickly to a Boston-crab, standing above me facing my feet, grabbing my ankles and pulling them high into the air. I grabbed her ankles with my arms, holding on tightly, and she bent me backwards, killing my back and stomach. Janelle slowly lowered herself down, finally sitting on my ass, and I was in trouble again. I banged the matt furiously, and with every ounce of strength left I pushed with my arms, raising myself up. Janelle lost her grip on my ankles, and with a shrilling yell I flipped her off of me. Now I was pissed, and the thought of losing to her left my mind. I ran at her, driving my shoulder into her stomach, and she fell to the matt with a plop. I became enraged with her, and as she rolled onto all fours, I pushed her to the floor with my right foot, knelt between her spread legs, and pulled off her leotard, exposing her nude crotch. Now the crowd had what they wanted; we were both nude. I pounced on her back, quickly wrapping my arms under hers, launching a full nelson. I spread my legs wide for support, and now it was my turn to tease her. 

"You won't get out of this one, baby. I think you like this, too, feeling my bare titties on your back," I cooed. 

Janelle tried to pull her legs up, but I pushed back harder with my torso, effectively keeping her pasted to the matt. Our bodies were soaking wet with sweat now, and we were both breathing heavily. The sexuality of the entire scene was getting to both of us, and Janelle responded by moving her ass under me, up and down, stimulating my slippery clit. I increased the pressure of my hold, her arms flinging wildly in the air, and she ceased moving her ass. I wasn't about to get distracted again, but the urge to climax was getting more powerful. Plus, I was finally starting to feel fatigued, and I decided to go for the kill when I still had the upper hand. 

I released my full nelson, and stood above her, grabbing her arms and pulling her to her feet. I grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her backward to a neutral corner. Leaning against the post for support, I grabbed my right wrist with my left hand, positioning it directly under her ribcage. Then I squeezed with every ounce of strength I had. 

"EEEEEEEEAAAAGGGHHHHH!!" I roared. 

I kept up the pressure, and then slightly backed off, and again tightened, repeating this over and over. I was wearing her down, and she finally tried to speak. 

"Stop...Leslie...please....no...," she faintly said. The crowd was going nuts.

Angel moved in closer, looking for a sign of surrender. 

"Do you submit?" I questioned. I actually hoped she wouldn't. 

Janelle shook her head from side to side, pleasing me greatly. I moved her out to the middle of the ring, lifting her off her feet, and showing her to the four sides of the crowd. Deshonna cried out in dismay, and Stacey bellowed her approval. Janelle was ready to give in, but I had something better planned. I dropped her to the matt, and straddled her, pinning her arms back. Beads of perspiration fell from my head to her face. I gazed at her breasts, her nipples hard and extended. With my legs I spread hers, and our trimmed, wet pussies pressed against one another's, eliciting a loud grunt of pleasure from Janelle. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked dreamily into mine. 

"You want to cum, don't you Janelle?"

"Oh god yes, I do, please Leslie."

I had her where I wanted her now. The crowd fell silent as we writhed together before them. I began to grind into her body, moving up and down, stimulating her clit with mine. Rivulet of sweat dripped down my ass to my pussy, soaking me even further. But I was determined not to orgasm at this point. That was to be saved for Stacey. Angel moved in closer again, looking for the submission from Janelle. I brought her just to the edge of an orgasm, and then wickedly stopped, causing Janelle to wail in desperation. 

"Submit, my pet?" I asked. 

She just looked up at me, mouth agape, without uttering a word. Slowly I moved my mouth to hers, and we locked mouths in an aggressive french kiss. When our nipples touched, it was if a shock of electricity passed through her. I quickly broke off the kiss, and asked her again to submit to me. 

"Yes, yes, oh yes, just let me cum!" she finally replied. 

The crowd was silent now. 

"Say it Janelle!" I told her. 

"I submit!" she roared. 

Angel slammed the matt with her right hand, and the crowd instantly exploded. I spread Janelle's legs even wider with my own, and resumed driving my pussy into hers. Janelle's head was arched back, and I spread her arms as wide as I could. I moved my ass up and down, and Janelle looked at me wildly, seconds away from her orgasm. 

It was as if her body had a built in vibrator, and she shook ferociously. Her orgasm consumed her as I watched. 

"Eeeeeeeaaannnnnggggghhhhh," she howled, her pussy straining against mine. She fluttered like a leaf under me, and her head tossed back and forth. In the midst of her orgasm I stood and stepped off of her, and Angel raised my right arm in victory. Janelle began to masturbate herself to achieve several orgasms, and it was then that I noticed that many of the women in the crowd were masturbating also. I exited the ring, and winked at Frank, who was sitting nearby. I told Stacey we were going to my place, and I knew Frank would call. 

The first round of the competition between Janelle and I was complete, and I felt confident I would win at least one of the next two. 

But for now, I wanted Stacey.

The Match



Old Trafford, home of the world famous Manchester United Football Club. The crowds of spectators and avid supporters queued at the stadium gates to see yet another game, another challenge between the home team and their rival Liverpool. 

Katrina watched the crowds gather from a distance that gave her full view of what was happening. Today, a stand-point on the terraces to watch a football match was not on her mind. It was something and someone else instead. She looked at her watch and noticed it was close to kick-off as the crowds dwindled through the gates. She became impatient, lighting up another cigarette and wondered if the day was going to happen the way she had planned it.

It was a cold afternoon and her clothes beneath the black leather knee length coat would have best suited a hot summers day. Her blonde hair neatly styled in loose curls, reflected her sexual mood. She wanted to be like those women who stood on the city street corners touting for business, just this once. Another glance at her watch made her feel less confident that things were going as arranged. The crowd dwindled further as they settled into the stadium for the challenge they had expected to see. The cold was now biting at her exposed skin underneath the coat, making her grip herself to keep some warmth in her body. The silky nylon stockings providing the only warmth close to her skin.

The waiting ended. A smile spread across her painted lips as the sports car pulled up beside her. Darren rolled down the window and smiled. "Hi. Sorry I'm late."

"That doesn't matter. Let's get on with it." She replied. He let her join him. A simple greetings kiss and a glance that said everything about what was on her mind was all she gave. "You ready for this?" she asked.

"Been thinking about nothing else." he replied.

"Good." She told him, licking her lips provocatively. She was hot for him and he feeling equally the same. They knew each other, but this was something that they had agreed to do. A one off experiment to keep their two year affair vibrant.

They found a parking space and strolled toward the stadium, her arm in his, to the turnstile gate, and using their season tickets they entered. The crowd chanted and roared as the game commenced at the sound of the referees whistle. Liverpool kicked off. Katrina knew exactly where she wanted to stand on the terraces and pointed to a space right at the very top of the stand. Darren looked over the crowd and saw a corner that was unoccupied. She whispered something mischievously in his ear and excitedly they headed up the steps to take up their place.

The spectators were in front of them, with their eyes and minds firmly on the match. No one realised that they were there, unless someone needed to look back, which was so unlikely. The match was so important at that stage of the season. To the two lovers, it was their fantasy playground. The ideal place to role-play their mutual desires. They were both hesitant at first as they looked at the crowds of people in the stadium.

Darren stood behind her with his towering height over hers. He put his arms around her waist to offer warmth as she leaned back closely into him, and for a while they watched the game. 

"Well, here we are." He whispered in her ear. She turned her head towards him and they both smiled. Not one gaze headed back in their direction. Slowly, Darren moved his hand around to her back, run his fingers over the line of her seat through the coat until he reached the hem. "Shall I begin?" he whispered. Her reply was given by that sensual smile that she always used to signify that she was ready for him.

She could feel his delicate fingers against the back of her thigh as they moved upward, beneath her short dress and onto her uncovered buttocks. She gave a sigh as he felt the smooth texture of her skin on his fingertips with each stroke making him harder. His breathing laboured as he whispered in her ear once more how much he wanted her. The soft tone of his suggestions made her feel more and more moist.

Katrina reached behind her and felt his hardness through the groin of his thick leather trousers. Her fingers found the zipper and gently she ran it down, opening it wide enough for her tiny hand to slip inside. Darren could feel her fingers grasping for his cock, taking hold of it, feeling its moist tip with her fingertips. He moved his fingers simultaneously into the crease of her buttocks as she opened her legs slightly more to allow him access. He could feel the warmth and dankness of her outer lips and he stroked them gently, prising them apart amidst a slick of sticky juices upon them. His imagination ran wild as he thought about the taste they had. His fingers becoming more and more saturated with each delicate massage. She licked her lips in response and moved her fingers around his girth, pulling his foreskin up and down deliberately. This was how they both wanted it to be. An exercise of their conjoint imaginations, played out into a fantasy on the crowded terraces of a football stadium. To both bring themselves to an orgasm in public which was daring enough.

Louise turned around and noticed the two lovers behind her. Darren was kissing Katrina's neck passionately and she was enjoying every moment of his affections. This, Louise soon realised, was something more interesting than the game. After a few more moments of watching, she turned to Simon, her boyfriend who stood beside her concentrating on the match and whispered into his ear of what she had discovered. He raised a smile that matched her own and glanced behind him to see the lovers engrossed in their own particular venture. 

Louise whispered again into Simon's ear, making a suggestion that matched their own wildest imaginings. It seemed that the lovers were not the only ones with such ventures on their minds. But perhaps theirs was a little different in the way they saw things. 

Darren's fingers slipped further still into Katrina, feeling her lubricated pussy opening up for him, yielding to his exploration as he finds the capacious nub of her clitoris within the folds of her inner lips. She gave an even deeper sigh and caressed his face as the orgasmic feelings charged through her sensorium. His cock now pulsed in cadence with his rapidly beating heart. He could feel himself welling up towards an explosive climax. 

Louise turned and walked up to the lovers. She was pulled toward them through her own uncontrolled desires to watch them closer. Simon followed her behind and they both watched on. Katrina opened her eyes and saw them. Louise smiled at her and Katrina returned the glance likewise. Darren looked at them both, on the pinnacle of his climactic release, he remained in a state of ecstasy. Louise moved even closer and stood beside Darren. Their eyes met in a stare that naturally transmitted their thoughts and intense feelings. He held back and released his fingers from Katrina gently as she in turn let go of his cock, pulling it free through the fly of his trousers. 

Louise took Darren's hand and moved it up to her lips. The scent of Katrina's juices made her heady and she licked his fingers, savouring their content. Simon stood and watched on unmoved. Katrina looked at him, beckoning him toward her with her hypnotic eyes, to which he slowly and cautiously responded, whilst Darren led Louise to his pulsing cock with his hand, compelling her onto her knees between himself and his lover. She watched as his wet fingers stroked the head. Then he placed his hand on her head, amassed with tight auburn curls, bringing her lips in contact with him. Without restraint she proceeded to take him, using her mouth and hand to assist in her intentions. 

Katrina and Simon looked each other in the eyes. Again, that stare transmitting what was on their minds without exchanging words, gave way to what was intended. Simon opened her coat, button after button. He looked at her well rounded breasts just about covered by the short blue dress she wore. This made him even harder as he unzipped his jeans, releasing his long cock to her gaze. Katrina liked what she saw. It was something she had only dreamed about. The size of his cock made her hold it in her hand, admiring its pink tight head, pulling back the foreskin along its veined length. Darren looked at his accepted rival and grimaced as Louise brought him to his climax. Her lips and hand still pumping for more of his thick white cum as it trickled from each corner of her thin lips. He tasted good, but there was too much to swallow. 

Louise stood up and kissed Darren on his lips, exchanging his cum from her mouth to his. He was not disfavoured to the taste of his own spunk, especially when it was combined with the saliva of a woman who had just blown him. Katrina leaned against him and nuzzled into his neck. His arm reached around her, to hold her as Louise continued the long passionate kiss. This allowed Simon to lift Katrina's legs and permit her to hold on to him by the grip of her thighs. He then slipped his cock gently into her, passing her wet lips and on, deep inside of her welcoming vagina. Louise moved her lips to Katrina's and they both kissed passionately.

With vigour, Simon held onto Katrina's legs and pounded his long cock into her. His excitement compelled him to carry on no matter what happened around them or where they were. Katrina's eyes began to role wildly with every thrust he gave to her, as Louise reached for Katrina's breasts, prising them from the top of the dress and squeezing upon her nipples, each in turn. For Katrina, the fantasy not only became real, but more exotic than she imagined. 

Darren moved his hand onto Louise's tight denim jeans. He unfastened the stud and quickly took down the zipper so that he could get his hand inside and feel the warmth and wetness of her panties. His fingers delved gently beyond the material, feeling her lips oozing with sweet cum from her previous involuntary orgasm. Her eyes begged him to go further and he found her clitoris waiting and wanting his attention. Her fingers still pulling on the extended nubs of Katrina's breasts watching her reach her intense orgasm as Simon continued to thrust into her as deep as he could for maximum pleasure. 

Katrina bit her lip, riding her orgasm at the same time as Louise reached hers. Simon had more to give and with one hand he reached up to her breast and gently took it in his hand, squeezing it until he felt himself cum. Katrina felt each wave of his hot spunk hit home deep inside. Darren looked into Louise's eyes once more their lips met in another passionate kiss as his fingers became drenched with her warm release. 

The crowd suddenly burst into excited cheer as one of the players scored a rebounded corner kick into the back of the net. As the cheers continued, the two couples resorted themselves, having completed their goal for the afternoon. Darren and Katrina watched on as Louise and Simon returned themselves back to the crowd. They looked at each other and smiled. Etched firmly in their minds, was the unforgettable events of that day. Neither expected to be involved in a foursome rendezvous. It simply just happened in the most unlikeliest of places at the back of a football terrace in the presence of over thirty thousand people.



The Match



It was a warm evening in July. Lucie was preparing to head off to her new life down south and wanted to visit with some friends before she left. Lucie was about 5'6 and had wavy brown hair that came down to her shoulder. She had beautiful brown eyes. She had a petite build and a small b rack. She had tight perky breasts.

She decided to meet her friend Matt for a friendly game of tennis. She was wearing a salmon color tank top with a white under shirt and blue short shorts with a pink thong. Matt was at the tennis courts waiting for her when she got there. Matt was 6' tall with brown shaggy hair and brown eyes. Matt had the build of a runner and was wearing baggy blue running shorts and a white t-shirt and boxers.

Matt and Lucie rallied back and forth a bit to warm up to get ready for a game of tennis. Matt and Lucie hit the ball back and forth as Matt got readjusted to playing a real match. Matt and Lucie played the first two games of the match which Lucie won both games of the match. Matt walked up to Lucie to talk to her, "Lucie you know I've had a crush on you for the past 5 years and I've yet to beat you in tennis was to make this match more interesting?"

Lucie looked at him intrigued, "Well... since I'm going to win why not?" 

Matt smiles, "If I win you become my sex toy for the rest of the night, If you win I'll give you 1000$." 

Lucie stares shocked, "Well... I do need the money... deal." They started the match again and Matt won the next two games and then Lucie won the next two. Lucie was up 4-2 and then Matt managed to win the next 4 games to win the match.

Lucie congratulated Matt on his first win forgetting their deal. Matt gives her a hug and then kisses her on the lips. Lucie tries to push Matt away, "Matt... what are you doing?" 

Matt grins, "I won, so you are my sex toy hun." 

Lucie's mouth sets wide open as she recalls this, "You aren't serious?" 

Matt reaches out and grabs her breast. "I am serious hun. Now pull your shorts down Lucie."

Lucie looks at Matt in shock. "Stop this." Matt leans in and kisses her lips. "Matt you know I have a boyfriend." 

Matt pulls Lucie's shorts down, "We had a deal." Lucie stares in disbelief. Matt grabs Lucie and pushes her onto her ass. 

She squirms, "Matt... stop... I don't want to do this. I've got a boyfriend."

Matt pulls Lucie's thong down and off. Matt pushes Lucie down onto her stomach. He pulls her tank and her undershirt over her head as she tries to get up and tries to get away. Matt pulls Lucie's arms behind her back and tie her wrists together behind her back. Matt then Pulls Lucie's shoes off while sitting on her back. He unties her shoes and takes the laces out.

Matt pulls Lucie's by her legs to the net. Lucie's breasts dragging across the ground getting scraped up a bit. Matt then flips Lucie over to be face up. Matt pulls Lucie's feet between the holes in the net to spread her legs as wide as possible forcing Lucie to do the splits her pussy pressed right against the net her legs threaded in and out of the net and then the shoe laces tied around her ankles and tied to the net to prevent her from getting away from the net.

Lucie lay tied to the net with her legs spread her ass lifted into the air slightly. Her arms holding her body inches off of the ground. Lucie squirms in agony as she is naked tied to a tennis court net tied up with her own clothes. "Matt stop this isn't right. I thought that was a joke. I didn't think you'd really give me 1000$ if I won." 

Matt looks at Lucie, "You know you would've expected me to pay you so just pay up. You've only gotta do this for 3 hours."

Lucie starts to cry as she squirms to get free, "Why'd you tie it so tight? This really hurts Matt." 

"I just feel like punishing you for all those times we made plans and you never showed up or when you showed up late." Matt takes Lucie tennis racket. "Lets play some more tennis." Matt spreads Lucie's pussy lips with his index finger and middle finger. 

"No Matt... don't that's way to big to fit in me."

Matt pushes the handle into Lucie's dry pussy. "God stop Matt that fucking kills you asshole." Matt continues to push the handle into Lucie's pussy with force. "Stop Matt." Lucie screams out weaping. "This is horrible, I'm sorry for anything I've done to you." Matt pushes the handle in and out of Lucie's pussy not pushing it deep into her but pushing in and out hard and fast. "Matt... you know I didn't do it on purpose. I thought we were just friends."

"Only because you wouldn't let us be more." Matt fucks Lucie's pussy with the handle good and hard, "but you didn't even treat me that well for being friends." 

Lucie just looks up over the net at Matt, "I'm sorry... I've just been busy and I've got a boyfriend and school and I'm sorry Matt... I didn't mean to.." 

Matt grins, "It's alright hun. You'll make it up to me now by letting me fuck you good and hard."

Lucie stares in horror, "Please Matt no..." Matt pulls the tennis racket out of Lucie's pussy and leaned over the net to kiss Lucie on the lips. She initially kissed back but then turned her head. "No Matt, just let me go." Matt pulls his shorts and boxers down revealing his hard dick. Matt then rubbed Lucie's clit with his dick while reaching over the net to rub her nipples.

"Uhhhh... ummmm Matt... don't do this. I'm a virgin still. Please don't do this." As Lucie pleaded Matt massaged Lucie's breasts and rubbed her nipples and kissed her neck. Once Lucie finished her pleading Matt pushed his dick into Lucie's now wet pussy. "Uuuhh... Matt... No..." Lucie groan out. Matt pushed in and out of Lucie's pussy hard and fast. Lucie didn't mind Matt's dick since it felt rather good compared to her tennis racket and she was rather wet now.

Lucie squirmed wishing she could escape as she gets her pussy fucked hard and fast. "Mmm.... Matt stop Matt." Matt pinches her nipples and twists them as he fucks her pussy hard and fast. Lucie groans and screams from the pain though her pussy feeling great. Matt continues to fuck her hard and fast popping her cherry. "God, you fucking bastard..." Lucie cries out as she gets fucked hard and fast.

Lucie started moaning in pleasure as Matt continues to pound her pussy hard and fast. "Mmm... just hurry up Matt... I want this to be over with." She moans out. Matt continues to fuck her pussy hard and fast while pulling on her tits. Lucie screams and moans as she starts to cum all over Matt's dick. Matt feels her cum and can't help but fill her with his cum. "You fucking cummed in me now too? God damn you Matt. How does this make us even remotely even?"

"I never said it made us even, I just wanted to fuck you since the first day I laid eyes on you." 

Lucie just hangs there tied up cum dripping out of her pussy. "You asshole. I thought you were different and wanted to be friends and not to fuck me." 

Matt smirks, "You thought wrong you stupid bitch. I let you beat me in tennis those first two games. I've had a huge crush on you but you turned out just like the other girls. I'll leave you here to get fucked so you can have sex just like all the other girls."

"What? No... stop Matt... what are you doing?" Matt walks to her car grabbing duct tape. He then takes Lucie's thong stuffing it into her mouth He then taped her mouth shut. Matt then jams the tennis racket into Lucie's pussy and she cringes as Matt walks to his car leaving her there. Matt never hears from Lucie again. Lucie's family never hears from her again either. Lucie was found and fucked by a few random guys before being taken by a pervert and kept in her basement getting fucked every day for the rest of her life.



The Match



"Ever wrestle before?"

It was an odd question to come out of nowhere from someone I had just barely got to know. I stopped walking and looked down at my skinny frame for a moment, then back to the face of my college schoolmate.

"Are you kidding?" I replied, laughing. "Do I look like a wrestler to you?"

Perry, who really wasn't that much bigger than me physically, chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, not really. But I thought I'd ask because you and I are kinda the same size, and I'm needing to get some wrestling practice."

"You're on the wrestling team?" I asked Perry, maybe a bit too surprised, as I looked him over.

"No, but my brother said I should try out because I'm tall for my weight and I might do okay in that weight class. And I thought that someone skinny like you might be a good way to find out if I might have a chance."

'Someone skinny like you'. I don't know, but I think Perry actually meant that as a compliment. He and I had known each other for maybe three weeks now and we were becoming closer friends. I wasn't sure how close, but I wanted to get closer. It's just not easy to blurt out of nowhere to another guy that you'd love to suck his dick without knowing if he will say yes, run away, or punch you in the mouth.

But this was still a little odd. Still, I figured that this would be my opportunity to feel my friend out, so to speak. I admit that the thought of rolling around on the floor with Perry was making my dick stir in anticipation. 

"What the hell," I said. "Why not?"

The next evening I drove to the address Perry had written down for me. It was a duplex that he and his brother rented, only about a mile from the college, so I walked the distance. I didn't really have any wrestling 'uniform', so I was just wearing some running shorts and a t-shirt. In fifteen minutes I had made the trip and was knocking on the door.

Perry answered the door clad only in a pair of boxers. He was lean but toned, with virtually no hair on his torso, save for a faint trail that ran down from his navel and disappeared into his shorts. The sudden sight of him like that excited me so much that I would have happily dropped to my knees and gobbled down his dick right there in the doorway if he asked. 

I didn't realize how much I had been staring at him until he said, "Dude, if you want to see more, you'll have to come inside."

See more? I wasn't sure how to take his remark, but I shrugged it off and stepped in. Once inside, I was greeted by a well-muscled hunk emerging from the kitchen. He was about 6'1", and about 210 pounds or so. If anyone looked like a wrestler in this place at the moment, it was this guy.

"Chad," said Perry, "this is my good friend from school I told you about."

Pleasantly surprised to learn that I had been upgraded to 'good friend', I reached out and shook Chad's meaty hand.

"So, you're gonna help my little brother see if he's a wrestler or not, huh?" asked Chad. His tone sounded genuine; not demeaning or dismissive.

"Yeah, I guess," I said, silently trying to size up Perry with his much bigger brother. "But I gotta tell you I'm not much of a wrestler."

"No prob," said Chad with a wave of his hand. "Neither is Perry. Tonight's just about basic moves. It's for fun."

I had to admit that the thought of writhing around nearly naked with another good-looking guy definitely sounded like fun to me. My only real concerns would be just how badly I would wrestle and whether or not I'd get a tell-tale hard-on while in close bodily contact with my friend. Either one would be pretty embarrassing. 

I had to also admit that Perry's older brother was one hot-looking guy in his tank top and tight shorts. Chad had certainly gotten the lion's share of muscles in the family.

"He's as big as both of us."

"Huh?" I said, startled at Perry's remark. 

"I said that Chad is as big as both you and I put together," repeated Perry.

I hadn't realized that I was staring, but it was evident Perry had read my thoughts there. I wondered if Perry also read the thought that I'd happily do his brother, too? Fantasies, fantasies... 

A couple minutes later we were standing in the small living room. All of the furniture (what little there actually was) had been pushed to the walls. In the center was a 10-foot square inflatable kiddie pool, resting on a number of what appeared to be furniture moving blankets. The Ring of Death, it wasn't.

Seeing that I seemed slightly overdressed compared to Perry, I stripped myself of my shoes, and then my shirt, all the while under the watchful eyes of the brothers. Nothing was said, but the silence hinted that maybe I also needed to take off the running shorts.

Perry and I stepped into the 'ring' and faced each other, semi-embarrassed grins on our faces. I think we both stole glances at each others' underwear-shielded bulges as we stood there, which made me wonder if Perry might have somehow read my thoughts at some time before.

"Remember guys," said Chad, breaking the awkward silence, "you don't have to fight. You're not trying to hurt each other. You're just trying to get used to how you make physical contact and establish control over your opponent."

Perry and I nodded at Chad. 

"Go!" he barked.

At the sudden sound of Chad's command Perry and I reached out towards each other and immediately went for each others' arms, each trying to control the weight and angle of the other. My hands slipped off of Perry's biceps and I quickly fell into a chest-to-chest embrace with him. The feel of our skin coming together was an odd shock for me, which Perry seemed to use to his advantage as his weight against me cased my knees to give and drop me to the slightly padded ground with Perry on top of me. 

Now I was on my back with Perry's body on mine. We were both writhing as I tried to squirm out from beneath Perry and he strove to keep me on the bottom. Our legs worked against each other and I could feel his penis press at me through his underwear. The sensation started to excite me and build a pressure in my own meat.

Try as he might, Perry couldn't get both of my shoulders pinned. I thought my best bet to control things might be to use my legs, so I lifted them and wrapped them around Perry's hips, interlocking my ankles for leverage and trying to wrestle Perry over. I wasn't having any luck rolling us over, but my move had suddenly opened me to a new sensation of Perry's member being pushed against the crack of my butt. My leg brace had anchored him to me and I could actually feel his dick getting a little harder each time our moves pushed our bodies tighter together. I briefly wondered if we were wrestling or dry-humping.

"Okay, ladies," Chad called. "quit fucking and let go of each other."

Perry and I started to laugh. But it was an odd, shared laugh, as if something had connected between us.

"Okay," said Chad, reaching under his seat. "Let's make this challenging. Off with the panties."

I looked at Perry and saw what had to be a mirrored reflection of my own shocked expression. But, we did as we were told and stripped down our underwear. Now we were face-to-face, and quite naked. I liked what I saw in Perry's physique, but I was completely in love with the man-sausage I saw between his legs. I only hoped my dick didn't spring up too quickly and give away my excitement. I swear if Chad wasn't there, I'd have been on my knees and sucking on Perry's tube-steak before he could blink.

"Now," said Chad, "let's get down in the referee's position. Donny, you're on your hands and knees." 

Okay, I liked that already. 

"Perry," Chad continued, "you're kneeling on Donny's left. Wrap your right arm around him and place your palm on his belly button and put your left hand on his elbow."

Perry did as Chad instructed wrapping his arm around me. His hand brushed my dick, actually grasping it briefly, as he reached towards my stomach which sent a bolt of electricity to me.

"Oops, too low," he whispered close to me, chuckling.

'Do that again', I thought, smiling to myself. I could feel Perry's prick against my left thigh, a sensation made even more pleasant when Perry scooted in a little tighter and squeezed it between us.

"Now let's make it interesting," Chad said. 

He leaned over Perry and me and started to squirt baby oil all over us, and not just a small amount! "This will make you work a little... harder. GO!"

Perry pulled on my elbow as he leaned his weight towards me. I tried to resist him and started to gain some anchorage in my stance, but the slippery effect of the baby oil started to take effect and we both started losing grip. Our hands began to glide over each other as we tried to find some sort of purchase to gain an advantage over the other. 

Just when Chad's dose of baby oil started to thin out on our skin, he squeezed the bottle and squirted another stream of the slick stuff on us as we moved. Now I could see where the slick surface of the kiddie pool came in; to keep the oil from soaking into the carpet. But it also created a surface that began to give up any friction that might allow us to gain traction. It was certainly making the match more of a challenge. 

It was also taking the match from an athletic contest to a close-contact experience that was exciting the crap out of me. There is no avoiding the eroticism of Perry's and my bodies sliding all over each other. And there was no way that I was going to avoid displaying my excitement as my cock quickly filled with blood. But I began to sense that the experience was also having an effect on Perry as well. 

I could feel his member slapping me and poking me as we tried to grab each other, and I was confident that mine was doing the same to him. As we tried to grasp at limbs, there was no way to avoid grabbing the stiff sex limbs that had grown on us. Perry even openly grabbed my rock-hard pole to try to use that as another source of anchorage, much to my excitement. I began to return the favor just as openly, taking advantage of the opportunities to grasp Perry's thin but long member. 

More baby oil rained on us. Now our erections were openly slipping between our copiously oiled bodies, and our movements seem more focused on just trying to hold onto each other more than wrestle. Perry and I were writhing into each other, legs wrapping around each other, erect nipples poking into the others' flesh against as oily chests mashed against each other, rock-hard cocks being ground between us as more baby oil flowed

Perry and I were now openly laughing as we seemed to be embracing each other more than out-and-out wrestling. Perry let go of my legs from his and tried to spin around. When I turned my body, Perry tried to garb me in a headlock between his thighs and his greased cock and balls were smeared all over my face. I bent at the waist and tried to do the same to Perry, not really grabbing a hold of his head sufficiently, but he slid between my thighs nonetheless. We both seemed to not mind the odd 69 position, and we both seemed to deliberately rub our faces into each others' sex as we giggled like schoolgirls. 

I took a chance and for a brief moment opened my mouth and let Perry's dick fall into it, careful not to let my teeth come in contact with the delicate skin. I wrapped my lips around it and was suddenly in heaven. Perry drew his hips back a little bit and I feared that I might have angered him with my bold, sexual move until he actually thrust his hips and face-fucked my mouth for a few brief strokes. I then felt his tongue lick the head of my tool a couple strokes. I was ready to take this thing all the way, but the thought of actually sucking off Perry in front of his older, macho brother made me rethink it.

Perry pulled his sweet rod from my mouth and spun around, the baby oil offering absolutely no means of resistance as his head easily slipped from between my legs. He lurched up and grabbed my body as he straddled my hips, bringing us face-to-face once more. Perry's erect pole poked against my stomach as my cock slipped between his legs when Perry clamped his thighs together around it.

At that moment wrestling literally turned into fucking as my cock slid back and forth within the slippery crotch of my handsome friend. I thrust my hips upwards, driving my dick in the slick crevice and feeling it reach open air as the head slipped all the way past his thin thighs and the upper side of my tool rubbed at the crack of Perry's butt. I briefly wondered what that much have looked like to Chad, who still hadn't said a word when the match turned openly sexual, but right now I didn't care what he might think.

Perry's legs let go of my prick before I reached the point of orgasm and with a few more almost-wrestling moves he had me rolled over face down and was on my back, pinning me face down. I tried to push up and maybe throw Perry off of me, but there was no way I could get enough of a purchase with my hands to do so. We were still writhing and grinding, the wrestling forcing Perry's steel cock deeper between the cheeks of my ass. Before I knew it, the head of Perry's cock had somehow located my ass hole and seemed to poke and probe my anus until with a single, dedicated thrust, Perry's rock hard pole slid easily into my receptive rectum.

There was no hint of wrestling now, it was fucking, pure and simple. Perry was taking long, deliberate strokes, working his cock deeper and deeper into my ass with each thrust. I began meeting his pelvic pumping with a rocking motion of my own. Perry then pulled on me and I let my body flow with him until Perry was on his back, and I was sitting on him with his cock forced to the hilt in my aching rectum. Perry's dick never slipped from my ass in the move that now had me upright and facing away from him and he didn't miss a single glorious stroke in the move.

It took some effort with the slick vinyl beneath my knees, but I started to bob my body on Perry's fuck pole, closing my eyes and reveling in the sensation of his member drilling into my intestines. Perry reached around with a hand and began to jack off my meat, the baby oil making the motions smooth and wonderful. 

When I opened my mouth to catch a deep breath and inhaled a musky make scent as flesh touched my lips. I opened my eyes to find Chad, just as naked as Perry and me, holding an incredible man-sized hard-on in his hand. He placed a hand on my head to steady and quickly fed his massive tool into my open mouth. Chad rocked his pelvis, fucking my welcoming mouth while Perry arched his hips upward and drove his dick as deep as possible into me from below while still masturbating me. 

I was now the sexual connecting point between the two brothers, their delicious rods being driven into me from both directions. Every sexual fantasy I had ever conjured in my mind could never compare to the bliss I was now feeling as my body was literally filled with cock.

Suddenly, Chad and Perry began to moan as their fucking motions became erratic. Moans turned into howls as I felt a warmth saturating my intestines, followed immediately by a flood of semen erupting into my mouth while Chad held my head in check. I swallowed as best I could, sucking down the salty fluid just on the verge of choking. At the same moment, Perry's lubricated strokes of my own throbbing tool finally took me to a sweet, needed climax that made my guts tighten to the point of nearly expelling Perry's dick from my ass and my cock exploded with streams of cum that didn't seem to want to subside. 

A few moments later we were all sitting in the kiddie pool wrestling ring, our heads resting against an inflated side, catching our breath while absent-mindedly fondling each others spent members when Perry said, "We gotta do this again."

"Any time Donny is willing," sighed Chad.

"That would be any time," I chimed in, feeling satisfied beyond words.

Written by: Donny Dickson



The Match



Jessica glared at the tiny blonde woman directly across from her on the mat. A week ago, her boyfriend Tom had admitted to a one night stand with Miranda, the little 5'1" inch woman across from her. She wanted to kick the bitch's ass, but as active military, it could have serious repercussions. Tom had mentioned that Miranda wanted to be a porn star and was in this exotic wrestling league. 

It had taken two weeks to setup, because the "wrestling" episodes were available for online for a fee, and Jessica didn't want anything to tarnish her military standing with just six weeks before her discharge. Finally, they agreed not to show this episode unless Jessica participated to a rematch. "Like that is gonna happen," Jessica thought. 

"I'm gonna crush that slut," Jessica thought as she stretched. The three year army soldier was trained in various kinds of hand to hand combat and at 5'7" with a rock hard body; the outcome certainly wasn't in doubt as far as Jessica was concerned. Miranda was tiny and certainly not physically fit. Why the little wannabe porn slut had agreed to this butt kicking was anybody's guess. "Maybe she is masochist," Jessica decided as she finished stretching. Jessica glanced at her tiny purple bikini, the required outfit, making sure it was still covering the essentials before getting to her position on the mat. 

The referee stepped between the two women. "Welcome to the Double D - Dominated and Degraded, erotic wrestling at its finest," the ref said staring directly at one of the three cameramen. "Tonight's contest pits returning champ Miranda versus newcomer Jessica. Winner gets to sexually humiliate loser anyway she wants to for 30 minutes. Ladies are you ready for tonight's match?"

Jessica swallowed hard at the ref's words. There wasn't a lesbian bone in body. She just wanted a small token of revenge against this slut which three twelve minute rounds of wrestling ought to accomplish. She had no idea what she would for those bonus thirty minutes. "Wonder if they'll let me beat her ass for another thirty minutes," Jessica wondered.

The ref blew his whistle and Jessica pounced on the smaller Miranda, bowling the tiny woman over backwards. "This is going to be easier than I thought," Jessica thought as she thrust her bigger frame on top of the tiny Miranda who attempted to fend Jessica off by bringing her knees up tight to her chest. 

Jessica smiled as she felt Miranda's legs tremble under weight. Just another minute and victory would be hers. "Champion erotic wrestler?" Jessica smirked. "She doesn't know the first thing about wrestling." Jessica felt Miranda's legs give way and relaxed for a just a split second. Miranda grabbed Jessica's right wrist and spread her legs, letting Jessica flop on to her chest. Her tiny legs wrapped around Jessica's head, locking together just above Jessica's left shoulder. 

"Damn it! I got too careless," Jessica chastised herself as she pulled herself into a kneeling position, taking the tiny Miranda with her. Jessica tried to pull her right arm free so she could force Miranda's legs apart, but the tiny Miranda had a vice-like grip on her wrist. Jessica had kept her left hand on the ground as she raised herself up to a kneeling position. She slid her knees about six inches apart to have a good foundation and let the weight of Miranda straighten her upper body. Slowly she pulled herself erect, the tiny Miranda hanging on for dear life. Miranda couldn't weigh more than 90 lbs, like her fully dressed field pack really. 

"What the fuck?" Jessica yelled as Miranda unfastened and removed her bikini bottoms. Instinctively, she bent forward so she could try to fend off this attack and Miranda's weight toppled her over. Her left arm absorbed her face as she fell forward. Her right arm was now twisted behind her slightly totally in Miranda's control. 

"Panties removed," the ref called out. 

Jessica opened her mouth to protest but a gasp escaped her lips as Miranda inserted her bony little finger into Jessica's pussy. "This ain't wrestling!" Jessica thought. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" 

Frantically she tried to push herself back up with just her left arm, but the combined weight was too much. That bitch Miranda was finger fucking her pretty good and Jessica winced as she heard a familiar sloshing sound. She was getting wet, very wet despite herself. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out how to get out of current situation. "Erotica wrestling, Tom tried to warn me," Jessica chided. "Erotic wrestling is mostly erotic, very little wrestling." 

Jessica's musings were interrupted. Miranda's thumb had found her clit. Unlike Tom who sometimes was too rough in the beginning, Miranda seemed to know just how much pressure to put on her clit. Her finger inside her now lubricated pussy was teasing her g spot. 

A moan escaped Jessica's lips as she slumped to the ground in total surrender. Her eyes closed and she Miranda's fingers work their magic. "God she is good at this," Jessica admitted to herself. She was concentrating so hard on own clit and g spot and the magic Miranda was performing on them, that she missed the fact Miranda had let go of her right arm. 

The ref shouted something, Jessica couldn't make out what. Her own moans grew louder and louder. Miranda urged her to roll over which Jessica's body willingly did. She spread her legs wide at Miranda's guidance and moaned aloud as Miranda's tongue flicked over clit. Miranda had three tiny fingers inside her, two from her left hand finger fucking her as fast and as hard as she could. The lone finger from Miranda's right hand rubbing her g spot. 

Jessica felt her body beginning to shake. "Oh my God, I'm going to cum!" she bellowed. A geyser of female ejaculation exploded out of her pussy all over Miranda's face. Jessica's legs convulsed of their own volition as the orgasm gradually subsided. Jessica opened her eyes. Miranda's legs were wrapped around her head now. She waited for the ref to blow his whistle to restart the match.

"The hold will continue until broken," he said. 

"Shit!" Jessica grunted. Miranda had a hold of both of her ankles, pulling her legs back into a W shape. Her tongue buried into Jessica's pussy. In this position, she couldn't roll over, couldn't free her legs. Frantically, Jessica tried to force Miranda's legs apart. 

Under normal circumstances, Jessica probably would have succeeded, but when Miranda began sucking on her clit like the world's best lollipop, her whole body shuddered in response. Instead of trying to break Miranda's legs apart from around her neck, she held on for dear life.

"Oh, oh yes," Jessica moaned. Her whole body began to convulse. "I'm going to cum!" 

The ref blew his whistle. "End of round 1!" he bellowed. 

Miranda rolled off of Jessica. Jessica stared glassy eyed at the ref. She then stared at Miranda who was removing her bikini top. Jessica wanted nothing more than to finish what Miranda had started, she wanted that orgasm so bad, to be left hanging this close was torture. Jessica staggered over to the center of the mat on Jell-O legs. Miranda was waiting on all fours for Jessica to assume the top referee's position. 

Jessica took a few deep breaths and tried to ignore the fire between her legs. "Well we're back to a wrestling position," Jessica thought, "it's time for me to assert myself." Then for the first time, she noticed she was totally naked, not a stitch left on her body. She looked around and spotted her bikini parts laying several feet apart and tried to stand up to go get them. 

The ref came up and grabbed her arm. "Time to resume the match!" he yelled. 

Jessica wobbled on her Jell-O legs. "But my bikini," she whimpered. 

"Once you lose an item of clothing, it is gone till the end of the match, which includes the humiliation period!" the ref dragged her over to Miranda. "Also any wrestler still clothed removes her top to start round two and her bottom to start round three. Wrestlers are you ready?"

Jessica grabbed Miranda and took a deep breath. It was now or never, she had to change the course of this match and a quick half nelson pin should do the trick. 

"Guess Tom enjoyed watching me make you cum," Miranda hissed. 

Jessica looked up to see Tom and two other males sitting in front of them on the edge of the mat. Jessica's face got hot as her face turned crimson realizing she was naked and had orgasmed in front of 7 men. The three cameramen had bulges in their pants. The three men sitting at the edge of the mat all had tents in their shorts, the biggest pole belonging to her Tom. Before she could regain her composure, the ref blew his whistle. 

Miranda took advantage of Jessica's distraction and spun out of the bottom position and grabbed Jessica's right wrist again. Quick as a flash, Miranda torqued Jessica's wrist and applied pressure to Jessica's elbow. 

Jessica flopped down on the mat in agony. The jolt of pain in her wrist was excruciating. Miranda pounced on her back and forced her right arm behind her back. 

"Don't fight it," Miranda whispered. "I know you want to cum."

Jessica froze for a second, her face turning beat red as the truth of those words hit her. Miranda seized the moment to grab her other arm and pinned them both behind her back. The tiny wrestler locker her legs around Jessica's pinned arms and flopped over, pulling Jessica over on her right shoulder with her arms pinned helplessly behind her back.

"Fuck!" Jessica screamed. 

One cameraman knelt close to her face getting a great close up. A second one knelt by her feet and zoomed in on her pussy, just about the same time Miranda's fingers found her clit again. Miranda was herself quite contorted at this point, her fingers moving much slower and less fluid then before. Jessica's legs spread of their own accord, trying to assist Miranda gain access to her sweet spot. The tiny blonde didn't disappoint, soon her thumb and finger were teasing her clit and g spot once again. 

"Yes, yes, you have it," Jessica moaned. A minute, just a minute more and she would cum.

Miranda stopped and released Jessica. 

"Why did you stop?" Jessica groaned as she rolled over on her back.

Miranda jumped hard on top of Jessica's unprotected stomach. Totally unprepared, the air whooshed out of Jessica's lungs. In a flash, Miranda locked her legs around Jessica's head again and pulled Jessica's legs back into the W shaped restraint from the previous round. Jessica gasped for air.

Miranda again began sucking hard on Jessica's clit. Jessica's clit felt like a hot little coal. It was so swollen. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably as Miranda worked her magic. 

"I'm gonna cum!" Jessica shrieked.

Miranda stopped sucking instantly. Jessica's body twitched on the brink of orgasm.

"No!" Jessica wailed as the fire slowly subsided. 

Miranda ran her tongue up and down the insides of Jessica's thighs. Jessica bit her lip each time Miranda got close to her vagina, but the little vixen just tormented her with an occasional flick of the tongue across her slit as she went from one thigh to the other. 

Jessica's legs began to cramp from the W position and the unfulfilled orgasm made her angry. Jessica grabbed Miranda's legs and yanked as hard as she could to break the crisscross of legs behind her neck. Miranda responded by burying her face into Jessica's slit. For a split second, Miranda's legs split apart, but Jessica was too weak to follow through. Her whole body burned from the lack of oxygen caused by getting the wind knocked out of her just a couple of minutes earlier. Her clit betrayed her as Miranda sucking on her clit again brought her to the brink of orgasm. 

"Oh my God!" Jessica sobbed as she erupted in orgasm. More ejaculation coated Miranda's face and the mat between Jessica's legs. Her whole body shook as the violent orgasm ripped through her body. Miranda released one foot and began finger fucking Jessica. Jessica began to thrash uncontrollably as the orgasm continued, Miranda roughly rubbing her g spot causing a constant flow of female ejaculation. 

Miranda's thumb began to work on Jessica's clit again and Jessica's pleasure turned to pain. It was too much stimulation; her body couldn't handle it anymore. 

"Stop! Please stop!" Jessica cried as she thrashed about. Miranda continued on, ignoring Jessica's pleas. Jessica's body shuttered as Miranda continued to assault her clit and g spot. The pain slowly subsided and the pleasure returned. 

"Fuck! I'm cumming again!" she wailed. Her body convulsing like an epilepsy patient as a third orgasm ripped through her body. It was the most intense orgasm yet, as a river of cum squirted out of her vagina. 

While Jessica thrashed about in the throes of her orgasm, Miranda jumped up and removed her bikini bottoms. Then she jumped on to Jessica's chest. Jessica's orgasmic bliss was abruptly interrupted by Miranda's pussy covering her nose and mouth.

"Lick it," Miranda ordered. 

Jessica glared at her rival, but she lacked the strength to put up a fight. Slowly for the first time in her life, Jessica's tongue licked another woman's clit. Jessica slowly picked up the pace, getting more used to the motion with each passing second. 

"Oh yes, my own clit sucker!" Miranda crooned as she leaned forward slightly. 

Jessica realized that Miranda was giving her an opening if she leaned forward anymore and began to suck on Miranda's engorged clit. Jessica was rewarded with the sounds of Miranda moaning. 

The ref blew his whistle. "End of round two!" he yelled out. 

Miranda stood up and walked to the center of the mat. Jessica tried to stand, but her left leg had been in the V position so long, it was numb. She limped over to the center of the mat and looked at Miranda who looked right back at her.

"Your turn to start on the bottom," the ref said to Jessica. 

Jessica sighed to herself and dropped down into the bottom referee's position. Miranda assumed the top position and the ref blew his whistle to start round three. Jessica flung Miranda down and straddled her shoulders with her butt in Miranda's face. Miranda threw her legs up trying to dislodge Jessica who grabbed both legs and tucked one under each arm. The move forced Miranda's butt up off the mat a good fifteen inches.

Jessica hesitated for a brief moment, and then stuck her finger in Miranda's pussy. Quickly realizing controlling both legs meant little ability to attack Miranda's pussy; Jessica released Miranda's right leg, keeping her pussy close by control of just the left leg. She lacked Miranda's finesse; she roughly ground Miranda's clit and g spot with her thumb and finger. 

Miranda thrashed about trying to escape, but the bigger Jessica had total control. Her muffled wails into Jessica butt actually felt stimulating. Jessica didn't even want to look up at the scoreboard, it couldn't be pretty. She had been Miranda's play toy for almost two whole rounds. All she could do now was repay Miranda for the pain/pleasure treatment last round. Jessica sawed on Miranda's clit and g spot, her clit growing very red and puffy under her furious assault. A minute later, Jessica noted with satisfaction that Miranda orgasmed as her vagina clamped on to Jessica's finger. Jessica kept finger fucking Miranda as fast and hard as her hand would allow. Minutes later a second orgasm ripped through Miranda's body. 

Miranda finally caught Jessica leaning too far forward and got her free leg wrapped around the back of Jessica's neck. Jessica instinctively tried to brace her fall with her left arm since her right hand was still buried in Miranda's pussy. Miranda completed the reversal by locking her finally free left leg over her right leg. 

"We have a reversal," the ref announced.

Miranda got her arms free and stuck her finger in Jessica's pussy. Jessica was desperate. She couldn't let Miranda get control of her again. She planted her feet and straightened her legs like she was trying to stand. Then Jessica flopped over on her left side.

The two girls struggled to regain control of the match. Jessica's conditioning and reprieve from orgasm allowed her to regain control of the match. Miranda fended Jessica off as best as she could, but the size and weight differential was too much. Jessica began to finger fuck Miranda as fast as she could. 

The ref blew his whistle. "That's the end of round 3!" he yelled. "Final score is Miranda 823, Jessica 687! Congrats to our reigning champion Miranda! You dominated the newcomer for most of this match! Now it's time to degrade the loser as well! You have thirty minutes – beginning now!"

Jessica stood there uncertain what to do. She had never contemplated losing. Sex toys were being brought out on a cart. Miranda went over and grabbed a pair of dragon silk wrist restraints. She grabbed Jessica's wrists and pulled them together behind her back and quickly cuffed her hands together. 

"Kneel," Miranda ordered. 

Jessica knelt down and waited for further instructions. 

"Lick me out bitch," Miranda said as she grabbed Jessica by the hair and guided her mouth into her pussy. 

"Tom, grab that vibrator off the cart for me," Miranda directed as she kept pressure on the back of Jessica's head. Jessica was almost thankful the action kept her face obscured from the cameras. The embarrassment of the situation was almost too much to handle. Her boyfriend was going to aid this bitch in humiliating her.

Miranda yanked Jessica away from her pussy and walked around behind Jessica. Maintaining her hold on Jessica's hair, she guided Jessica over to Tom. "Pull down his shorts!" 

"How? You have my hands.."

"With your teeth, slut!" Miranda interrupted as she reached down and grabbed Jessica's nipple and gave it a good twist. 

Jessica yelped and sunk her teeth into Tom's shorts, pulling them out and down exposing his cock.

"Now suck him hard!" Miranda demanded. 

Tears welled up in Jessica's eyes as she began sucking her boyfriend's cock. Miranda rammed her head forward over and over, causing Jessica to gag on Tom's cock as it repeatedly hit the back of her throat. Tom's cock twitched violently too, apparently watching his girlfriend get humiliated like this was turning him on big time. 

Miranda threw Jessica on her back and then straddled her. Her pussy was there about eight inches above Jessica's face. 

"Fuck me Tom," Miranda directed. Tom knelt behind Miranda and inserted his cock doggy style. Jessica closed her eyes, unable to watch.

Miranda twisted both of Jessica's nipples hard, causing Jessica to scream. "You will watch this bitch! Do you get me?"

Jessica opened her eyes and watched her boyfriend's dick thrust in and out of Miranda's pussy. She hoped Miranda would get distracted enough that she could close her eyes again soon. Instead a low humming sound began. She felt Miranda spreading her pussy lips apart and then the most powerful vibration she had ever felt landed on her clit. Her unprepared clit immediately felt intense pain, but it also rapidly swelled. Jessica bit her lip as the pain gave way to pleasure. Once again, her pussy got wet, very wet. That bitch was going to make her orgasm while she watched her boyfriend fuck another woman!

The vibrator was amazing; Jessica had never felt pleasure so strong. Her legs began to shake as the impending orgasm built faster than any orgasm had ever before. She stared wide eyed as Tom continued to fuck Miranda faster and faster. 

Miranda removed the vibrator from Jessica's pussy and rammed into her own pussy instead. Jessica gritted her teeth as another orgasm had been deprived her by this cunt. Tom removed his dick and began stroking as fast as possible with his hand. With impeccable timing, Tom jizzed and Miranda squirted all over Jessica's face. Tom's jizz spider webbed her face and Miranda's juice dripped into her eyes. 




The Match



Jessica had never felt so humiliated. Blinded by cum, she had no advance warning as Miranda jammed the vibrator back into her clit. She felt her legs being grabbed and lifted off of the ground. Her fourth orgasm erupted and Jessica's ejaculation gushed down her belly. Miranda kept the vibrator on her clit and her body kept pumping out more juice. Miranda used her other hand to catch the rivulets of cum and wipe them all over Jessica. 

"Want a rematch?" Miranda taunted as she stood up finally.

Jessica glared at Miranda and Tom for a minute. "Fuck yeah!"



The Match Takes a Twist



One Saturday Afternoon, my mate and me decided to meet up around my gaff, to watch the big game.  We were poised and ready, with the beers flowing, it was hot outside but we were in my air-conditioned apartment.  

I was currently single and looking to hit the town after this, as He was awaiting the return of his Mrs. from shopping with her sister that afternoon.

Now I’ve always had a big thing for his Mrs. and he knows this, and he has openly been open and honest about his submissiveness to his new GF to me for some unknown reason.

So towards the middle of the second half, she turns up at my place, and she sits down and joins us, and she immediately cracks open a beer (now that’s my kind of girl eh lads!), and starts to distract us with what she had bought that day.  But the game was really intensifying but being constantly distracted by this fit honey was making my concentration very difficult!

As usual my team won, and my mates team lost (HA!)  We carry on drinking late into the afternoon, into the early evening, and because Caz was now catching up in the drinking stakes and seem to be taking over us!

As usual, the conversation started to get a little dull, so my mate brought up, me and any current women, and I may have been meeting that particular evening.  I was like nah, I was going to take it easy this weekend, and I then fired the question to Caz, and asked if she had anyone lined up for that evening!  (My mate fired me a look of disbelief that I asked that knowing I knew they were together).  And I said I’m only Joking to him!  And she piped up, and said hopefully!  From this, the conversation carried on about sex, about each others favourite positions etc. Mine being doggy, my mate was missionary (what does this fitty see in him!  Lucky he is my mate) and she said, as long as I get fucked hard, getting hot and sweaty and I don’t generally care she went on, the dirtier the better she said, and my mate was really taken aback by her Honesty!

We carried on, and then the conversation turned to fantasies! So my mate told us his kind of vanilla fantasy about being submissive and thought not much of it, Caz told us hers which was to be raped (and then we all looked to floor) I broke the ice quickly and said wow that’s hot, honest and absolutely filthy! She was like I want to be just taken used and abused!

They then asked about mine, and tried to not say anything suddenly feeling shy , etc., against her erotic fantasy!  And she was going on and on! And then my mate was come on tell us! So I said to them both do you really want to know, they were like yes in unison.  So I got up and walked straight towards Caz and planted the biggest wettest kiss possible on her sexy lips, and she responded by forcing her soft wet tongue into my mouth hard!

I pulled away, and we both looked at my mate (me knowing his secret deep dark fantasy) and he smiled and said carry on.  So I did! I kissed her hungrily, and she responded with harder kisses!  I held her soft full rounded sexy face, and she held mine! And we were like two kids making out for the first time ever!


I then said we should stop, (but now knowing both their fantasies that was never going to happen, but I had to ask), and he said no its fine, so I picked up Caz and carried her to my bedroom, and told my mate Dave to walk on his hands and knees behind us.

When we got to the bedroom, we both turned to Dave, and told him to strip naked, and he was already hard, the dirty git after me watching him kiss his sexy slutty Mrs. I then told him to sit on the seat in the corner, I then followed it up by tying him to the chair, his legs tied to the legs of the chair, and his arms around the back of the chair, knowing full well he cant move or touch himself, while I go on to violate his girlfriends tight wet snatch!

I then grabbed Caz and we leaned over Dave’s’ legs, as he sat there tied up, we leaned right across him and we kissed hard, our tongues poking out from our mouths right above his straining hard cock, poor Dave could see us, and he just tried to push his little tongue out to join us but he was too far away, and we both laughed at him!  We carried on like this for a while, as I then got up I flicked the tip of his straining cock, and he winced, I turned around going to pick up Caz off her knees as well, but I caught her sucking Dave's straining cock, with a slight dribble of pre cum on her sexy lips, and I pulled her away hard and slapped her hard, and I could tell that she actually enjoyed it the dirty slut!  I then grabbed her face hard with my hand, and kissed her pre-cummed slivered sexy lips, which actually tasted good!  I then proceeded to tear her clothes off, and then I looked at her absolutely naked body to die for, and I picked her up and tossed her on to my four-poster bed.

I then also proceeded to tie this little naughty slut up, and she was there, naked, legs akimbo, ready for me basically to rape till my hearts content!

I got up and kissed her hard again, to re-assure her though, and I left the room for a few minutes, and went to the kitchen.  I retuned with a few things, as I was going to milk every moment of fucking this slut I thought.  I returned with the following items, Squirty cream, Strawberries and Champagne.

I then, got naked myself, and sat the far side of Caz, so I could see Dave watching us, and he could see me with his girlfriend, which I knew he would secretly love.  I started to feed her very, very slowly the strawberries from my mouth into hers.  She was already squirming at this point, as it had been at least 30 minutes since we were in living room, from our first snog!  Once I was bored with the strawberries, I kissed her, all over her face, and moved down to neck, and over her ears, and down to her large breasts, and smothered them also in licks and kisses, but making sure not to touch her perfectly erect nipples, and moved on down her torso, right down to her snatch, but moving around to it, and looking at her beautiful, yet dripping wet pussy (and I haven't even touched it yet), I could tell she had also been out all-day shopping in the heat, I could clearly smell the aroma of her musky pussy starting to build.  I blew on it, and she squirmed and I saw it quiver but making sure to not to touch it and to heighten the pleasure, and I bit both sides of the insides of her thighs, and carried on downwards again still going very, very slowly.  I got down her legs, and down her perfectly manicured toes, and licked and sucked them each individually, for a very long time! By now caz was beginning to scream to be touched, and so I went back up quickly to her face, and thrust my cock down her throat to shut her up, and she hungrily swallowed most of it!

I then pulled out, and then kissed her hard again, and could taste my cock on her breath and tongue!  I then got the Squirty cream and literally covered her body from head to toe, and all over her pretty face, and even deep in to her pussy I squirted it!  Once again, I started to lick it off very, very slowly once again!  I again worked my way down to her neck, making sure not miss a drop of cream from her beautiful skin, and then I worked my way down, to her large breasts again, but again missing out her nipples to really intensify the pleasure, I carried my down, just like last time to her pussy, and licking up all the cream, but making sure not to touch her pussy still, her aromatic smell now even more pungent! I was loving this, and I bit the inside of her thighs and blew on her pussy again, and she was literally screaming at this point, and I moved on downwards!

By this point, it had been going on for at least 2 hours of teasing now! I worked my way back and kissed her, and she was talking to me absolutely filthy saying she would do anything to get off!  Use anything she just wanted to cum! And be filled! And she carried on with this filth which I was shocked was coming from her pretty little lips and mouth! I kissed her again, and we looked at her hubby, and he was still tied up, but he was so turned on, but he managed to cum all over his chest, and he was still hard! And we both laughed at him and she called him her little gimp wimp!

She asked again to be fucked, and so I grabbed the champagne and I asked her, does she know what I’m going to with this and she said no!  I manoeuvred myself between her legs, and shuffled so I had angle at her pussy entrance, still filled and covered in cream I may ad, and I pop the top open, and I shoved my thumb over it, so it didn’t spurt every where!  She was distracting me now, by screaming and begging to be fucked.  I then shoved the bottle straight into her wet cream filled pussy, and removed my thumb, and let the rush of bubbles fill her deep into her pussy, and this completely sent her over the edge, and she bucked and screamed and squirted in response, and this wave of multiple orgasms took her at least five minutes to calm down, while I left her tied up.  By this time both of these guys had cum, and I hadn’t!  I finally released her, and she pushed me down and basically ended up raping me, and rode me hard and fast till I (properly) cream pied her and cum deep inside her pussy!

Once we both recovered her, I told her not to move, and I got up, and released Dave and told him to lie on the bed next to Caz, and I told her to 69 him, and she was like yeah, lick my cream pie filled pussy clean, so I can fuck her again!  But this was to much for me, and I got astride of Dave's face and rammed my dick right back into Caz’s pussy, and I felt his tongue move across my mixed juice cock and balls, and he proceeded to lick her clit, occasionally still catching my cock and balls as I smashed her girlfriends pussy! At one point I slammed it so hard into her, my cock fell out, not only with a plop of my previous cum out of her pussy right into his mouth but my cock also fell into his mouth which he sucked quickly before pushing it back into her, and then I cum, and as I withdrew he replaced my cock with his tongue, to lick up my cum from her soggy depths!  I moved around to her front and kissed Caz hard, and thanked her for a wonderful time, and she said we weren’t done yet! And she kissed me hard, and she kissed my pussy-covered cock clean!  I rolled over and watched them to fuck, knowing things would never be the same again.



The Matchmaker



This story is the continuation of "My Adulterous Wife."

My wife Shari had come to see me in late winter on her first trip to the coast. It was now spring break for the kids and she wanted to come to see me again. It looked like we were about to reconcile our differences, which had created the separation in the first place. 

Since we had grown up together in the same community, it was natural that her best friend just happened to be my first cousin. 

Barb had been the one to take Shari to the Barn Dances where she had met her new friend Bob. I also learned from Shari that she and Barb had spent several evenings with some young college men in Shari’s living room. According to Shari, the young men had spent the evening with their hands and fingers up inside she and Barb’s shirt and panties. I asked Shari if they fucked any of these younger guys, but she told me, "No, they only used their fingers to do a little finger fucking." At the time there wasn't any reason to doubt her story.

Shari had told Barb bits and pieces of her first trip out to see me. To this day I don’t know exactly what Barb did know. I know that she was willing to drive Shari and the children out to see me, a nine hundred plus mile trip. Shari was trying her damndest and doing her utmost to play matchmaker between Mike and Barb. 

Mike had recently returned from a deployment and so he had a few days off. I on the other hand was swamped with work. I couldn't get away to be with them so Mike ended up being tour guide for the group. My wife and kids were almost like natives in the area, but Shari was playing it to the hilt to make the connection between Mike and Barb. She played her part well.

They visited all of the tourist attractions in the area. Shari kept talking up Mike’s attributes at every opportunity with Barb. Barb was becoming enamored with Mike as well. They were holding hands and some of the more gentle "get to know you" stuff. 

I guess that things were not moving as rapidly as Shari had hoped, or that she was getting a bit jealous that it wasn't her holding hands and getting romanced. Anyway, she attempted to hasten things along.

Shari began working things toward Barb sleeping with Mike. Barb had been married and divorced several times. I guess she felt that she had to be married to the guy before she could sleep with him. Therefore her many marriages. I can only suggest that it must have been something that my Aunt told her while growing up? Barb dug her heels in and said that she would not sleep with him. "It was against her principals." 

Shari was not only feeling sorry for Mike, the constant talk of fucking with Barb had really gotten her into a state of "Horny". She placed her hand between her legs and felt that her panties were very wet. She noted that she had almost soaked through the short shorts that she was wearing.

Mike asked the women if they would like to go anywhere else that afternoon, and both of them said, "Yes! Back to the house." Mike drove them and the kids back to the house and he began preparing supper in readiness for my return home. Mike set up the barbecue grill and began putting together his infamous "J" Burgers.

The three children played in the yard. When they tired of that, they sat in the house listening to the stereo until supper was ready. Mike and I didn't own a television so the stereo was the only artificial entertainment in the house. I arrived home just in time to help pull the "J" Burgers off the grill. The women had made a salad and a pasta dish to go with the burgers, and we all sat down to eat.

After dinner, Shari and I did the dishes and we talked about how she and Barb’s day had gone. She told me privately that she didn't think that Barb was going to sleep with Mike. I told her that it was totally up to Barb. 

"Don’t push the situation." 

Shari got somewhat huffy and said, "She is just stringing him along and I know that he wants to fuck her. I just don’t know how to get her to stop teasing him and go through with it." 

I laughed and said, "Honey that’s the problem men have been working on for centuries."

Shari, Mike, Barb, and I were sitting playing cards. I said, "I hate to mess up a good thing but I need to go to bed." 

It was getting late and I needed to get to bed, as I had to be at the ship very early the next morning. The children had gone to bed over an hour before. I said my goodnight and kissed my wife. I told her, "See you soon?" 

She smiled up at me and said, "In a little while." 

I went off to the shower and did my nightly routine and off to bed.

It was about 1:30 AM when I heard a commotion which seemed to be coming from the living room. I stumbled out of bed, down the hall, and into the living room wearing only my under shorts. There in the middle of the living room stood Barb. She was fully dressed. Her daughter was standing beside her also fully dressed. Between Barb and the door were her suitcases, and a very naked Shari. 

The two women were yelling at one another. Barb was shrilling at Shari; "You are nothing but a whore. I don’t care what your husband has told you. That kind of behavior is not acceptable." 

Shari yelled back at her, "I only did it because you wouldn't. You told me to go ahead, and so I did. You gave me the impression that you didn't care, one way or the fucking other." 

It was at this point that I felt a hand tugging gently on my shoulder. We retreated into the darkened hall. Mike and I stood there in the darkness, as the women screamed at one another in the living room. Mike began to fill me in on the events that had taken place. 

From all accounts that I was able to put together, Shari and Barb had begun arguing after Mike too had gone to bed. Barb told her that if she wanted to see Mike fucked so badly, she would have to go do it herself. It was at that point that Shari walked out of the living room and down the hall to Mike’s door and knocked on it. Mike had answered the door hoping that it was Barb, but instead, there stood Shari. She asked him if she could come in and talk for a while. Mike stepped back and let her enter the room. As she entered the room, she closed the door behind her.

Barb sat in the living room in disbelief. Shari had just walked into a man’s room, A man who was not her husband. Barb’s morals seemed to be under direct attack. In her mind, Barb could imagine that Mike was not dressed when he came to the door. She could see that he simply draped the blankets from the bed over his nakedness before opening the door. Mike had allowed Shari to enter the room and then to top it off, she had closed the door, shutting her out.

She sat there in silence with her anger building up inside her for a very long time. She could hear her cousin in his bedroom sleeping soundly as his snoring was evidence that he was deep asleep. Barb then became aware of other sounds. At first she thought of the children sleeping in the middle bedroom where she herself had slept for the last two nights. She arose to check on the them. 

As she entered the hall, she could hear the direction, and better identify where the sounds were coming from. They were coming out of Mike’s room. She stood silently at the door listening. She could hear Shari moaning a very low moan. 

Then she heard the words that set her in motion. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Barb practically exploded through the door. She stood there somewhat in shock, gazing at a side view of the two lovers as the scene inside the bedroom unfolded before her eyes. 

Shari was standing at the end of the bed with her feet wide apart on the floor. She was leaning over the foot of the bed. Mike stood behind her with his cock buried to his balls in her pussy. He was holding on to her nipples with the thumb and forefinger of each hand, as he rammed his cock deep into her, making her belly button bulge outward from the phallus inside. Mike was using Shari's nipples like handles to drive his cock deep and as hard as into her as he could.

At first Mike thought that Barb had come to join them. She just stood there seemingly taking it all in. Mike quickly changed his assessment as he stared into her eyes. Barb's anger had reached the boiling point as she approached Shari. She glared at her with all the hate that only a woman who has been seriously hurt by a friend can produce, and then drew back her hand slapping Shari hard across the face. 

Shari reached toward Barb grabbing her wrist to keep her from hitting her again, in the struggle Shari's cunt became disconnected from Mike’s cock. Barb jerked away from Shari and ran off into the middle bedroom. 

Instead of Shari following, she reached down between her legs taking hold of Mike’s cock and placed it back at the lips of her pussy inserting it inside her velvety pouch and said; "Fuck me!"

Barb woke her daughter and told her that they were going to leave. Her daughter got out of bed and asked if she should wake up the other two children. 

Barb said, "No. We are going home and I don’t think their Mom is going to want to come with us." 

What she really meant was that she couldn't come with them. They proceeded to repack the suitcases and move them to the front door in the living room.

Shari finished fucking Mike, at least until Mike spewed his seed into her wanton pussy. Only then did she come out to see where Barb had gotten off too. 

Shari later tried to explain it to me that she thought Barb would come into my room, wake me, and fuck me for spite. I wouldn't have minded so much if she had, cause Barb was a damn hot looking woman, but she had her hang-ups. Being her cousin, she was not in to incest. You would think that best friends would have known one another better. Wouldn't you?

While Barb was standing in the living room, ready to depart, Shari walked in with her freshly fucked after- glow and cum running down the inside of her thighs and tried to reason with Barb. Her nakedness only fueled Barb’s fire. Barb was angry and she was hurt. This was a hurt that would never go away. She had liked Mike and would have liked to move to other frontiers with him, but not after what she had witnessed in that bedroom. It was way beyond anything that she could ever bring her self to accept or forgive.

I stood in the hall with Mike looking at the two women. I could see cum running down the insides of my wife's legs. Her hair was a mess, and she had little red spots on her breasts where Mike’s fingers had been holding on to her nipples. 

Her nipples were still standing rigid. It was apparent to me that she had not been fucked enough to satisfy her. This made her a bit aggressive and angry as well. 

Finally she said to Barb, "I don’t give a fuck what you think or what you do. For all I care you can fall off the fucking edge of the earth. Go ahead and leave. You will be stranding us right here and the kids have to be back in four days. But that's ok we will find a way of getting us back home. Get the FUCK out!"

Barb started carrying suitcases out to the car. I tried to be a gentleman, and a good cousin, and offered to help her. She told me to "fuck off". 

Mike had managed to slip on a pair of pants before coming out into the hall. Mike didn't ask, he just picked up a couple of suitcases and carried them out for her. Barb spoke not another word. She loaded the car and got her daughter situated in the seat, away she went. She never looked back.

Shari came over to me and was rubbing her tits on my bare chest. She said, "Honey, since your awake, would you like to play?" 

I thought that she would take us to our room, as I said, "Lead the way." Instead, she headed back to Mike’s room. 

I said to her, "I really do have to be up early and this has already cut into most of my sleep time. If you and Mike are going to play, wake me up when you come to bed." With that, I went back to my room and to bed. 

The alarm was ringing and I woke to shut it off. I got out of bed and began my morning ritual. It was at that point that I was aware that my wife was not in our bed. I went to the bathroom and did my morning duties. When I came out, she came around the corner wearing a khaki uniform shirt. She handed me a cup of coffee and kissed me good morning. Whether the shirt was mine or Mike’s, I will never know. We were the same rank. I always had a habit of tweaking a nipple or if she had no panties on I would rub her pussy. 

I reached under the shirttail and I rubbed her pussy, when I pulled my hand back it was cum filled. She had cum running down both legs to her knees. 

I said, "Now I know where you have been all night. Where’s Mike?" 

She smiled, "I finally wore the poor man out. He is sleeping."

I finished dressing and another cup of coffee. I was now ready to venture out into the morning air. I kissed her goodbye and I told her that I would see if I could get some time off. 

"If I can, I will drive you and the kids home." 

She hugged me, smiled and said, "How are you going to drive all of us in your little sports car?" 

"I’ll think of a way." I said. I then stepped out into the morning darkness, leaving her behind to sleep or fuck until the kids awoke for the morning.

I drove to the ship that morning with mixed emotions. I wasn’t sure just what to think. Now that I am reducing these memories onto the page, it causes me to remember things and then dig into dark recesses of the mind too pull forth some of the emotions that I was able to easily set aside at the time. 

I was really kind of mad at her for what she had done. I let it slide about her fucking Mike all night, which was what I was really upset about, and I focused on the fact that how she and the children had no way home. I allowed it to become a monetary issue and not a faithfulness issue.

Sure, I had opened "Pandora’s Box". I had wanted her to fuck another man. She had done that, twice over. Not only had she fucked another man, she continued to fuck them until they could not stand up. 

Now that I had opened this door for her, I couldn’t just slam it closed. That would surely end our relationship, just as we were about to mend the issues as to why we had separated in the first place.

Perhaps this was her way of getting back at me for all the women that I had sexual relations with over the years. If it was, she was doing a great job of it. I could only hope that things would mellow out eventually. 

With that thought as a conclusion, I put the rest of the issues at rest for the time being. Apparently I buried them well for they didn't resurface till writing these memoirs. 

I spoke with my boss and he gave me a weeklong leave to get them home. It wasn’t like I didn’t have leave on the books, it was the fact that I had so much work to be done before the ship was to come out of dry-dock. 

He said, "I need you back as quickly as you can get back." 

I was a good sailor! I answered, "Ayah, Ayah Sir." It was a very quick trip with no hanky panky at either end.

To be continued..."The Foreign Exchange"



The Matchmaker



This is a little late for Halloween but I hope you will still enjoy reading it. Thanks for trying it out anyway...:)

First, I guess I should tell you a little about me. I am the girl at the office that you see and you know; maybe you even like me a little; but I don't draw the attention like some of the other women do. I view myself as simply average: average height, average breast size and average looks. I don't flaunt myself for anyone at the office and am perfectly content to stand on the sidelines and watch from afar. 

I am so laid back and unnoticeable that I hadn't even had a boyfriend in the last couple years. I was even fine with that, albeit a little frustrated in the sex department. Let's face it, my hands and my vibrator can only do so much for so long. But I wasn't one of those women that needed to have a man to depend on. Nor was I wanting to pursue one, figuring that if the timing was right for "Mr. Right", we would somehow just manage to find one another. I guess you could call me a true romantic at heart, or maybe that was the first sign that I was about to lose what mind I had.

You could say that my story began around the time of the autumnal equinox though you would be wrong. It actually began when I had gone out with a female friend of mine about the middle of July, but even I didn't realize that until much later on.

What made me figure it out is what you may be asking now, so I will tell you my story. Things really were moving along quite normally until about the first of October, or at the very least everything appeared normal to me, though some say that I began acting differently in September. Then my life got really weird, real quick. The people I am friends with attributed it to the new equinox and the coming of the seasons that I like the most, autumn for the changing leaves and Halloween. 

What did I begin to notice around the first of October? Well, my cat and most faithful companion, Midnight, began to act really strange, even more skittish than usual. She would growl and arch her back when we were alone. At first, I only laughed at her silly antics and went on about what I was doing but eventually I had to take more notice of it. She had always been an entertaining cat to own because of her sudden mood swings but it struck me as odd that it was occurring so much more often. 

After I began paying attention to what she was doing I began to see other things going on as well. Things being moved around, a glass left on the counter being put in the dishwasher, the remote control for the TV being placed on top of the TV rather than by the chair where I sit to watch it. Anyone would say that it must have been someone else moving things around but I live alone except for Midnight and I know she couldn't be the one playing mind games with me.

Again, I at first thought how I was letting my silly imagination get the best of me, but it seemed as each day went on, more things began to occur. When I would go to take my shower at night before bed, things would be one way and when I got out of the shower they would be different; my bedside light would be on when I had left the over head on, covers would be pulled back as if inviting me to go to sleep. I considered the possibility that I was simply losing my mind and doing these things and then forgetting I had done them. It just didn't make any sense to me that I would do that. However, that was unacceptable, if I couldn't pin it on Midnight and I couldn't point fingers at anyone else then it must have been me that was the problem.

Then, I began to have dreams. They were the most revealing over the following weeks. They started like the other things, simple. Again, it was nothing that you would really wake up from and say, "That was weird." They started simply with someone being in my room watching me sleep. I could feel him wanting to touch me. Then, within the next day or two he would touch me; the next time he would kiss me. The touches were innocent, his hand on my head, fingers running through my hair, maybe a hand taking hold of mine. The kisses began on my forehead, and then they moved to my cheek. The next night he was kissing my lips, chastely. The kisses then deepened to where I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth. Within a few nights of the first innocent kisses began, the touches grew bolder as well. Any where that his hands touched, his mouth was soon to follow. If hands slid down the side of my neck, he would kiss down my neck, hands on shoulders and a nibble followed soon after, his fingers tweaking my nipples then a flick his tongue on them. Each night and every touch became so much more physical than the dream before. I would wake up very turned on by the dreams, even if it was only a light touch of his lips upon my forehead, no matter how erotic they were, I felt drawn to him. 

How did I know it was a man that haunted my dreams? I really have no certain answer for that question but I just somehow felt it was a man. Maybe the shadowy image of a person watching me sleep had seemed manly; maybe the hands felt manly, I'm not sure. I just knew that it was a man that was teasing me.

Anyway, it didn't take long for his touches to continue growing bolder and his mouth followed his fingers lead. They would slide slowly down from my breasts to my belly button, maybe teasing it a little, letting me think that his aim was for my pussy only to retreat and head back up to tease my nipples more. 

Once when I was sleeping on my stomach he began with his fingers, scratching my back, (which I personally enjoy greatly) and then his lips began kissing a hot trail down my spine. His hands began to massage and squeeze the cheeks of my ass while his mouth worked magic on my spine. Before that dream was over with I could feel myself trying to push back and seek more attention from him. With his hands being that close to my now aching pussy I was going insane, but no matter how much I tried to move and push myself onto his fingers, I only managed to touch air.

It seemed that no matter where he touched after that night, no matter how innocent the touch was, I could feel my body growing wet, opening up to accept him inside myself. I had been touched by men before this but never had I felt it so intensely. Even during some of my best past sexual experiences I had never reached the heights that a small touch from the man in my dreams could take me to. 

When this began I really started to feel that my overactive imagination had really gotten the best of me. I was about ready to head for the nearest Dr. to see if he couldn't help me get my imagination under control. I was even more certain of that possibility when it began to interfere in my days at home and awake as well.

I could be watching TV and feel someone nearby or sense someone watching me, but no one would be there. If Midnight were there when I would feel "It" she would really go crazy. She would start making the hissing noises that cats do when they are really ticked off about something, usually followed by a growl and immense concentration on some part of the room we were in. If I was feeling the touches, then her gaze would be directed in my general direction.

"Maybe I'm not so crazy after all." I thought to myself, knowing that the other things I could come up with to explain it were probably even crazier since most of us as humans don't seem to believe in the possibility ghosts. What made it worse was that I was beginning to feel that was the only real answer to all the questions I had running through my mind.

I'm not sure if my realization of what it may be made what ever it was happy or not. It seemed as if as soon as I began thinking of it as a "ghost" it doubled its efforts. More weird things happened, the same stuff as before just a lot more of it, the dreams continued, but grew in intensity. Where as before they would generally stop before it got too physical, I would now wake up from the dreams with "His" (my) hand between my legs. First time it was his fingers teasing my clit, the next time it was his fingers buried deeply inside my pussy and pumping them against me as if they were his cock. He did so well with it that I actually wondered a few times if maybe he was using his cock, when I would wake up and even my hands were no where near my pussy. Of course as with in the past dreams, where his fingers went his mouth was soon to follow. I would feel a heated breath of air hovering just above my clit and then what seemed to be a quick kiss before more hovering. I was slightly disappointed in the fact that he stopped letting his mouth go where his fingers did, choosing instead it seemed to make me beg and wish for his mouth rather than just give it to me "now".

He never attempted to take it all the way to where we were fucking in the dreams but when he touched me I knew that he wanted to fuck me. Call it intuition if you want to but I some how thought that if he could take it all the way then he most certainly would. 

I say again that I had never been as turned on as I was during those dreams, nor when I woke up from them. Needing to be satisfied so badly was sometimes almost like a physical pain. I would think of using my vibrator on myself, but not really wanting him to see how fully he was getting to me, I would refuse to do it.

The oddest thing that I experienced with him was the night that I woke up from one of those dreams where I could feel his fingers inside my pussy and his mouth and tongue exploring my mouth. I felt a lump in the bed beside me as if a person was lying there and I had to force myself to not become more excited by the chance that tonight would be the night we finished it. By the time I turned on the light though the lump was gone and still yet I am not sure if it was only my imagination that night or not.

Then when the daytime touches became more intimate, I really thought I would go crazy. I could be fully dressed; jeans and a tee shirt, skirt whatever and I would feel a touch on my pussy again starting out simply a gentle flick of my clit. Sometimes it was his fingers working in circles over my clit, usually right at the top of my throbbing little nub where I like to be teased the most. His fingers were very gentle, coaxing a response out of me and I can honestly say that it didn't take much effort on his part. It didn't take him long to work up to where he was trying to fuck my pussy with his fingers even though I was fully dressed. I would feel his coaxing little circles gradually get bigger and then his fingers would dip inside my wet pussy as what I assumed to be his thumb worked steadily on my clit.

Now, I know that you are probably thinking about how lucky I am to be receiving this kind of attention from anyone albeit a ghost or my imagination playing games. If someone were telling me this story I would probably be a little envious of their good fortune as well. Let me go ahead and clear up one little detail-he always stopped before I reached my peak. Not once during this time did he ever get me off. Talk about a major frustration; that was one. After so long without anyone or anything but my vibrators and my own fingers, I was desperate to have a real cock in me now. How could I not be with the endless teasing he was putting me through? I mean, imagine if you can, being brought so close and not finish every night, and then it starts to happen during the day as well. I was so in need of a real cock, I threatened to go out to a bar and find me a man to give the cock I so desperately needed. I think that thought of mine ticked him off or something, it pushed him up a level. He took our private encounters into the public eye. I assume that by doing so he was trying to prove that he would stop me from finding a real cock.

Everyone at the office was planning the Halloween party when he showed me that he was going to work me over in public if I went out to find my own relief. I suddenly began having one of those mysterious finger fuckings. The ones where he runs his finger up and down my slit spreading my wetness over me before sliding his fingers deep inside me to pull out more of my juices and begin the torment again. I figure I then became really quiet and was sitting with eyes closed not that I was saying much to begin with, I wasn't sure I was going to attend, but I guess I must have moaned or something because everyone suddenly wanted to know what was wrong with me. To which I of course had to say that nothing was wrong lest they think I am insane. 

I chose to ignore the invisible fingers as well as I possibly could, but god they felt so good, all the while hoping that this time they would bring me off and stop leaving me so frustrated. Of course though, he wasn't finished teasing me and so he took me almost to my peak and then suddenly stopped once again. As I groaned in frustration I once again had everyone in the room watching me but even I realize that a groan is nothing compared to what I may have done if he had allowed me to cum right there. 

I did what any sensible person would do in that situation. I blushed furiously red, excused myself as not feeling like myself, ran from the room and left for the day. I headed to the library to see what I could find regarding "pleasure ghosts", and of course there wasn't much to be seen. It seems that unless you have a really mean ghost in your house breaking things and trying to harm you or others. No one wants to talk about those. I wanted to ask the people that wrote those books why they wouldn't write about the mean ghost that leaves you hungry for orgasm. 

I went to a few other bookstores with still no luck at all. Then in a last ditch effort to find something resembling an answer I went to the one place I would never have imagined I would have need of.

She had been in town for many years, since before I could remember. It was said that she was able to see things that others couldn't. Some would call her clairvoyant some would say physic and still others would say just plain crazy. I had never met her, but I had heard all the rumors including that she had helped someone with a ghost problem twenty years ago or so. 

I felt like I was being urged forward as I walked up onto the porch and was surprised by the sign above the door that said, "When things go bump in the night, come see me." I couldn't imagine that she would point it out like that considering what people had been saying about her. 

I hesitantly knocked on the door though she seemed to already know I was there since her "Come in" quickly followed my first quiet knock. I turned the knob and got my first glance of the woman so many called crazy. To say I was surprised by her would be an understatement. She looked only a few years older than my thirty years, but if she were that young then I would have seen her in school or something. She had dark brown hair and I could tell it was natural by the silver streaks shining in the light above her head. She was taller than my five feet, and very slender. She was a very pretty woman and I had expected the old ugly woman image you hear of when speaking of a witch or something and that was by far not the case with her.

She interrupted my thoughts of her with, "I see you have a problem. Want me to tell you what it is?"

I was shocked by her forthright comment. Though, I respected the fact that she was confident enough to be that way. I nodded yes, and asked how she had known.

"Besides the fact that you are here and knocking on my door?" she questioned with a slight smile to show she was teasing and I blushed at her humor over the fact that rarely people would come to see her, not sure what I was suppose to reply with. She saved me from trying with, "I also see that you have brought someone with you," looking somewhere behind me still out on the porch.

I wasn't sure what she meant so I turned to look as well, expecting to see someone. When I turned back to look at her she must have seen my confusion as she laughed and said, "Come with me. We will talk." As it occurred to me that she may be able to see the one who was bothering me.

After we had sat down, on the chairs in her living room, she once again began with her up front ways, "Now, tell me what is going on with you."

"Well, I get the feeling that I have someone with me. I dream about someone, touching me, my cat is fine one minute and very upset the next. Usually when she is upset, I can feel someone there or a touch of someone." I began trying to get as much out as possible before I convinced myself that I was crazy for being there. I paused trying to figure out how to continue and, was waiting on her to tell me how crazy it was and there was no such thing as what I was talking about. But she didn't say anything remotely close to that.

Instead asking, "What do you dream of? When you feel this touch, where is it?"

I blushed as I begin to explain how both had started innocently with him moving things and stuff but now were very intimate. She asked for more detail so I told her about earlier at the office and other times that had happened though not so public, and about the dreams where I wake up so turned on that it hurts.

She questioned if he had ever hurt me, or done anything bad and I answered honestly that he hadn't. Then she appeared to think it over for a while, total silence filled the room as I waited for what she had to say. It was so quiet that when she did finally speak, I jumped a little.

"I think he wants to get your attention. Not sure why exactly but I don't feel that you are in any danger. I think his plans for you will be revealed soon. Just follow his lead and your gut. The sooner you find what he wants to show you, the sooner he will disappear. I am certain of it."

"Okay? I can't go on with him touching me like that at the job though. I would rather him not touch me like that at all. He is very talented with his hands and it is very frustrating to not have a real body doing it to me. I'm not sure how much more of his teasing I will be able to handle." I almost cry in frustration.

"So tell him that. The next time he touches you at work tell him that isn't acceptable. When he touches you at home and you're uncomfortable with it, tell him what you really need. It is very obvious that he wants to communicate with you in some way about something, start showing him how to. Maybe it is you he feels is in need of something more, so he is trying to give it to you. I'm not sure. You could even ask him things. Ask for a name or something basic, and then later ask what he is after. If he wishes to communicate then he will find a way to show his name to you. There are many ways to talk without saying a word."

"I don't know" I began hesitantly, "I sometimes feel that he is leading me, communicating something, like today when I began coming towards your house, I felt as though he wanted me to be here, was pushing me towards here."

"Yes I am sure he was he wants you to know that he isn't here to hurt you, and that he wants to show you something. I can feel that with him. You are safe from harm but you do need to find what it is he is trying to show so that you both can move on."

We talked for a while longer. I questioned her about when she had opened the door, "Had she seen him?" to which she stated that she hadn't seen him but could see a shadow and assumed it was him. She asked for me to return when I found what I was looking for, and I soon left her house with my mind pondering all the things she had told me of.

I didn't feel my ghost friend as much that night as I had been in recent times. Though, I knew inside myself that he wasn't far away. I thought of her recommendation that I question him as to his name and I felt like a fool as I questioned the room in general what his name was. Then, focused more on the thoughts of him and asked him directly, or at least as directly as you can ask someone a question when you can't see them. I didn't know what form my question would be answered in though I had half hoped to just hear some breath of wind or something whispering a name as you often hear about happening in some ghost stories and stuff.




The Matchmaker



Since I had finally managed to work up the courage to ask him what his name was I also decided that while I was feeling brave I should also ask what it was that he wanted with me or at the very least had I met him and teased him as he was teasing me now. I couldn't imagine the latter being a real option but figured I would go all out to find out what was going on while I had the chance.

I laughed out loud at my silliness as I headed towards a long awaited shower to wash the cares and concerns of the day down the drain, or at least hoped that was how it would work. I did feel better as the hot water beat down upon my back, but the thoughts of the day would not flow down the drain as I had hoped. Instead, the day itself seemed more frustrating now because it seemed that I still knew so little about what was really going on with me and my "Casper".

When I came out of the bathroom and noticed that he had in fact turned down the covers for me and turned off the overhead light again so that all I had to do was jump into bed. "Okay" I told him, "I will get into bed but can we please not have the erotic encounter tonight?" My last thought as I drifted off to dreamland was to wonder if he would respond to my talking to him as the psychic had said he might.

The dream started off as a memory of a night that I had spent out with a friend of mine. I thought it was a rather odd way to dream since in the past weeks my dreams had been of an erotic nature and this was far from erotic. I remembered that night very well.

For the first time in quite a while I had been enjoying myself and was all dressed up. I felt I looked really good that night. My friend had helped me pick the outfit; she was aiming for sex appeal, while I usually settled for comfort, and we were planning to have a girls' night out. What sense does that make? Why sex appeal for a female get together? I have no idea but it was fun anyway. The dress she chose was a little tighter in the bodice than I would have preferred but even I had to admit that it showed off my full breasts perfectly. The tightness of the bodice also managed to show off my small waist hiding the slight roundness of my belly but not enough to look like I was hiding it. It revealed the curves of my body in a way that made me look really good. 

We were having a really great time, and out of nowhere this really good looking guy came up to me while she was using the bathroom. I could tell that he was much younger than me so I was ready to shrug him off, but for some reason I didn't do so right away. Probably mostly related to the fact that he sat down without asking in a way that meant he wouldn't be dismissed so easily and I wanted to put his cocky ideas to rest so later when he said something a little too confidently I could put him in his place.

I never got the opportunity though. As it turned out he was a perfect gentleman. I could tell that he was studying me, undressing me with his eyes as if trying to guess what secrets my dress hid from him. I couldn't help wondering if he would like my really sensitive, puffy nipples or maybe the soft brown bush strip that covered the center of my pussy. 

I found myself blushing easily and somewhat shyly flirting with him until my friend returned. She gave a nod of approval upon seeing the person sitting with me and excused herself quickly to get another drink. I guess she and I both thought that he was interested.

He and I talked and laughed like old friends, though I could still feel the want between us, and I assumed it was only from me. When it was time for us to part ways, he asked for my phone number and said he would call soon. I was pleased that he wanted to see me again, and was noticeably wet between the legs as I handed him my number and made a silent date with my vibrator for later tonight.

When I got home, the phone was ringing, "Hello?" I questioned.

"Hi, this is Ray; we met at the bar a little while ago."

"Yes?" 

"Well, I wanted to let you know that I enjoyed tonight very much but I do have to be honest with you. The reason I noticed you at first was because I thought you would be a good match for my brother. Not that I wasn't attracted to you after meeting you but I think you would probably have more interest in Mike than in me."

As he spoke I felt myself growing angry, that I had somehow been taken for a fool and he was now trying to dig himself out with his brother as my consolation prize. I was trying to come up with some scathing remark to tell him that I wasn't interested in him or his brother and had only used his company tonight as a boredom remover when he began speaking again. "I know what you must be thinking right now, but I had only meant to play matchmaker a little bit. He is a great guy and I think you two would hit it off perfectly. Please, say you will meet with him?"

Unable to be snobbish when he sounded so sincere in the last sentence, I said that I would and he promised to call the next day. I had planned to ignore the call by using my caller ID but he never called back the next day. I never thought more about it, just assumed he had found someone else that was right for his brother, or maybe his brother had set him straight.

The second dream that I had came closely on the heels of thinking that his brother had in fact set him straight on the fact that he didn't need a matchmaker.

It was a dream of a store. I couldn't see the name of the store, but I knew it must be somewhere local. Inside this store I saw a man, not a great looking man but he had an interesting appeal to him that my mind couldn't figure out. I felt drawn to him, like he was someone that I should know but hadn't yet met. I knew that if I did find him than somehow my problems with ghost would be over with. Then in the dream I saw a newspaper, it was tossed over to the side of the counter. It looked as though it was well worn, like someone had looked at it many times. I felt if I touched it, then it would be worn to softness, probably not a crinkle left in the paper. 

I moved towards the paper as if pushed by something I couldn't see. Upon nearing it, with a sense of excitement and dread, I noticed that it was turned to the obituaries. 

So I read, "Raymond A. Font 21 died on Sunday, July 20 after a car accident. He is survived by his parents Ray and Sandy Font and a brother Mike Font all of Beaumont TX. Ray will be missed by all that knew him." With it was a picture of a good looking guy with laughing eyes, dark hair, medium build, I figure he was someone who took pride in his appearance and worked to keep himself in top shape.

Although 21 was younger than I would have wanted to be with, due to my near 30, I couldn't help but find him attractive. Though I admit it was a huge shock to realize that this attractive young man was the one haunting my days and nights. Then another realization hit me. The man in the picture was the same one that was trying to set me up with his brother in the bar that night.

I awoke suddenly and with mixed feelings. It was odd to now know who was haunting my dreams as well as my daytime, but to also know that I had known him before he died and that his reasoning for being here was probably due to the fact that he wanted me to meet his brother was a bit overwhelming. I also knew that the only way that I would be free of him and he would be free to go on to wherever spirits go would be to give him what he wanted. Meaning that I would have to go and meet up with his brother. I asked out loud, "Why me?" and as I did I was filled with a sense of loneliness so complete that I had to hold back the tears threatening to flow. I knew then that Ray wanted me to meet with his brother because he was lonely or Ray at least felt that his brother was lonely, but I also knew that Ray wanted to take away the loneliness that I had felt for the last couple years as well.

The next day while at work I put in a search seeing what I could find out about Raymond, namely an address or something to link him to the store I had saw in my dream. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for and I could feel my happiness as well as his when I did so. 

When I decided that I would go there this weekend, I felt a feather light touch on my cheek as if he was thanking me for going through with this and his apparent happiness lasted through out the day. I felt him several times touching me, sometimes on the face, or shoulder, but he didn't make any sexual advances and I came to enjoy it and relax with it. I was comforted by the thought that I was probably doing what he wanted me to, even though a couple days ago I didn't want to do anything that I thought he would want me to do

That night while I was in the shower getting ready for bed, I felt him in the shower with me, fingers rubbing over me rather than water as if he were washing or massaging me. It never occurred to me that he was in my shower and I was naked or that it shouldn't be happening, I just relaxed and turned myself over to the magic he somehow created though he wasn't here.

I felt his touch on every part of my body, washing my back and down my legs, then his hands sliding over my chest. His fingers tweaked my nipples and massaged my breasts. His hands running a trail down the crack of my ass, rubbing my swollen clit, sliding in and out of my wet pussy, I wanted so badly to cum that I was ready to cry for release when he suddenly stopped once again.

In bed asleep that night after I had finally gotten myself under control from the shower, I once again had the erotic dreams, dreams of Raymond's hands touching me, rubbing over my chest, pinching my nipples lightly, and eventually his hands rubbing between my legs, caressing my pussy. I pleaded with him in the dream to not leave me this time as he had done so many times before, and I some how knew that he wouldn't as his touch grew bolder. 

I felt myself nearing where he usually would stop and I cried out as he removed his hands from me, only to test my reaction, I assume, since his hands returned once more, this time fucking me with fingers as well as teasing my clit. Then another hand or finger moved closer to my ass. He slid his finger over and around my puckered hole and would even push lightly forward, not as if seeking entrance but simply to awaken the sensations. I could feel myself moving ever closer to my peak beneath his careful persuasion. He would speed up and slow down slightly making me hold out and allowing my orgasm to build inside me to the point that cumming was the only thing I could focus on.

Should I have worried about what it would mean to have this happen with a ghost??? Maybe I should have but I was beyond caring what I or anyone else would think. I needed this from him and I needed it now. I cried out as his fingers finally pushed me over my peak and my body contracted as if trying to urge his fingers further into me or at the very least hold him in there. 

My orgasm was deep and long. Never had anyone taken me to the heights of pleasure that he had just succeeded in doing. I knew that surely if I placed my hand down on my pussy my wetness would be abundant, but those thoughts soon faded into the black oblivion of sleep as did all other thoughts.

The rest of that night my sleep was peaceful, uninterrupted by more dreams of my ghost lover. I was able to sleep the sleep of a woman fully satisfied by her partner and I loved every minute of it.

That following Saturday I did go in search of this store that I had found, that had possible ties to Raymond. If I tried to say that I was ready for this trip then I would be lying. I wasn't real sure at all that I wanted to be going there. I already felt like I was too close to him considering that he was a ghost and now to be meeting a part of his family or a place that he use to visit made me feel as if I were intruding upon something that I shouldn't.

What I found most interesting was I could feel his excitement inside myself. I knew that he was happy and ready for this trip whether I was or not. When I focused on his growing excitement, I began to feel it inside myself as well. I was happy to be giving him what he wanted and I began to wonder when it was that I began wanting things to go the way he wanted it to. It was still a little strange for me. 

We drove right to the store, as if Ray's hand had been the one driving instead of my own. I now could see it was basically a general store, you know one of those stores that sell anything from books and magazines to dining room tables if the timing was right and was called Quick Stop. It was a surreal feeling to be at this store, which I had only seen in my dream but somehow, felt that this is where an important part of my life was. Maybe I was just picking up what Ray felt about it but it didn't feel that way to me. 

We walked into Quick Stop and it was the same thing that I had seen in my dream, including the man that was standing behind the counter. He asked with a friendly smile if there was anything I needed help finding and I responded that I didn't think so, all the while feeling as though Ray was encouraging me toward that man. 

I looked around for a while at nothing in particular, trying to work up the nerve to go ahead and go speak with the man behind the counter. I knew I had to, because I could tell Ray wanted me to. He would touch me on the back and slightly push me forward, as if telling me to carry on with it. I thought several times of telling him to stop but refused that impulse, knowing that the man behind the counter would think me insane if I started talking to no one.

I finally did randomly reach out and grab a book, not even looking at the title as I did so, and I headed towards the counter. I saw as I drew near I noticed the newspaper was still laying there on the counter as it had been in my dream as well and I felt the prickle of tears at how sad someone must be to have kept that paper there for so long.

I was still lost in thought and fighting my sadness when the man behind the counter interrupted them. "I haven't seen you in here before." he stated continuing when I looked at him with, "That is a good book, I have read it a few times."

I stupidly looked down at the book, forgetting for a moment that I was holding it and finally looked at the name of it, "Gone or Still Near, a story for those who have lost a loved one." "How silly of me, I should have looked at the name before bringing it up here." I thought to myself blushing slightly.

"I didn't mean to embarrass you. I lost my brother a couple of months ago and we were really close. That book was a huge help for me. It let me know that just because I couldn't see him he was still here for me. By the way, I'm Mike." 

I was shocked that he said he was Ray's brother. I had anticipated meeting him eventually but I wasn't really prepared to be meeting him right now. I stumbled over trying to make casual conversation and thought afterwards how dumb I must have sounded as I said, "I'm sorry to hear that you lost your brother. What happened to him or does it hurt too much to talk about it?" I blushed even harder knowing that was a dumb question and besides I already knew the answer, or at least thought I did.

"Oh, it hurts to talk about it some but they say it helps to talk about it so I do try to. I had been out of town for a few days in July. I returned home on July 19 about nine pm. When I got home, I called my brother up to let him know I had returned and was safe and he was very happy. He was talking about some woman that he had met at a bar that he really wanted me to meet and he was going to come over the next day and tell me all about it as soon as he got off from work. He never made it. I got the call about nine am saying that there had been a car accident and that he didn't make it."

"That is horrible. I am so sorry that it happened that way. By the way, I'm Beth. It's nice to meet you." I said even though my heart was breaking over the fact that Ray had been on his way to tell Mike about me, the woman in the bar when he had died. I had to struggle to keep a calm face on and to not break out in tears and beg his forgiveness for helping in a round-about way to kill his brother.

We moved on to the lighter talk and I was relieved. I found out quickly that it was really easy with him. We fell into an easy bantering, joking and talking as if we had been friends since the beginning of time. Too quickly, I looked down at my watch and realized that I had been there a lot longer than planned and really needed to get back home and told him that I needed to get going as well.

He stepped from behind the counter and walked me to the door but not before he asked if we could get together again soon and I gave him my phone number. 

I was surprised when the next day Mike called me and after talking for a little while we decided that our first date would be my company's Halloween party on October 31, less than a week away. We laughingly decided that we would both go dressed in white sheets since it was the story of a ghost that brought us together. He meant the book that I had purchased while at his store, but I knew that it was a much more real ghost story than he could ever guess.

We spoke the night before Halloween and he confirmed that he would go with me and asked where to pick me up. I gave him directions to my house, and we agreed that he would arrive at six even though the party wasn't until eight pm. We would get ready to go after a quick snack to tide us over before the party. We laughed when Mike made a joke about the need for each of us to provide our own sheets.

Halloween arrived and he showed up at six as planned, we spent the next little while laughing and just enjoying our time together while cutting out our ghost costumes to look somewhat alike and snacking on ham and cheese sandwiches I had cut into quarters for ease of snacking on while we worked. Even Midnight seemed to enjoy Mike being there. Midnight kept trying to get him to bet her by rubbing up against him. Mike was willing to oblige her, too.

The party was a great success, though we had to explain about the book several times in order for people to understand why we were dressed alike and as ghosts. If anyone found it odd that I hadn't had a death in the family or anything but was still interested in this book, they didn't mention it. 

After the party Mike and I went back to my house and I could feel Ray's happiness over how well Mike and I were getting along. I could feel it even more when Mike worked up the nerve to kiss me and I felt my response to Mike as a feeling of truly being where I belonged. I didn't want the kiss to end, so when he attempted, I held on even harder to keep him where he was.

It didn't take Mike long to figure out what I was wanting and he began to pull up the light pink sweater I had worn under my ghost costume, working it up and over my head quickly in order to see my bra covered chest, before he removed that as well and was able to focus on the puffy nipples hidden there. 

At the first touch of his eyes on my nipples, they darkened and turned into hardened little nubs, waiting for the touch of his hands or lips upon them. Mike, being the nice man that he is didn't make them wait long. 

First his hands cupped my breast, his thumbs teased my hardened nubs and my knees grew weak. When his lips touched first one and then the other nipple my legs threatened to no longer hold me up. 

My body's response to his touch was as strong as the feelings in my dreams had been. Only this was real, he was real. His fingers touching me were real, when he lifted his mouth off my aching nipples, there was a real wetness where his mouth had been. I wanted to cry and beg him to take me now, make love to me, but the feelings that his touch created inside me made speech impossible to accomplish.




The Matchmaker



I assume he realized that as well, because soon after he asked where the bedroom was, and we held hands as I led him there. We didn't stop until we were standing by my bed and then it was only a moment before we began undressing each other quickly. Then he had me on the bed and was using his hands and fingers, testing my wetness, not as though he needed to. I knew I was wet and ready for him. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over my swollen clit a few times, and I cried out for him to make love to me and stop teasing me. I needed so badly to feel a real cock inside me that I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand the teasing.

He was more than willing to give me what I wanted and he placed himself between my legs and pushed himself into my wet and aching pussy. Our lovemaking that night was fast; his thrusts into me were hard and deep. I rode him hard as well, pushing my pussy up to meet his thrusts and urging him inside me deeper every time. There were gentle kisses and soothing touches amid the fierce pounding of his body into mine. 

Pretty soon, I could feel my pussy clenching and releasing and I cried out my release. It only took a moment more and I felt his body stiffen and he called out my name with a final thrust deep inside me.

Later that night, as Mike and I lay sleeping, I had another dream. This time I saw Raymond as he had been the night that I met him at the bar. He was smiling. He told me that he was leaving me in Mike's care and he wished us happiness. As the dream ended I heard him say, "Now neither of you will be alone anymore." And I woke up with tears on my face and feeling like I had just lost my best friend. 

I snuggled up closer to Mike and he put his arms around me in his sleep. I wondered if I would ever have the courage to tell him that we met because of the brother that passed away a few months before we met or even if he would really want to know about that. 

I never dreamed of Ray again after that night, though I still occasionally feel as though he is near and watching over us. Mike and I speak of Ray often, I wanted to know about the person, not the ghost and if Mike ever wondered why I was curious he never mentioned it. We laugh about how we met because of a book on ghosts so near to Halloween and both feel that it was definitely a very memorable holiday. I still haven't had the courage to tell Mike the full story though. 



The Matchmaker



Part I:

"Oh come on, why so secretive?" Paula teased Melanie, her closest friend since childhood.

"Nothing," Melanie uneasily replied. "It's getting late. Maybe I should go home."

The two divorcees, both in their late 30's had spent the evening at Paula's home, watching a few old movies and sharing a bottle of wine. When the topic of discussion turned to sex, as it often did on nights like this, very few secrets still remained between them. And so Paula was somewhat taken aback at how her friend's demeanour had shifted to being so noticeably uncomfortable.

"I'd better go," Melanie repeated.

"Melanie, is everything OK?" Paula asked.

"Sure," Melanie replied, "I'll see you tomorrow at work."

Melanie began the walk back to her place, chastising herself along the way for her erratic behavior. She and Paula had been talking about some of the men at the office they both worked at and it had led way to Paula explaining, in rather lurid detail, about her fantasy regarding the delivery boy who often brought them their lunch from the nearby deli. In actuality, Paula's story wasn't anything that remarkable -- your basic "here's your tip, big boy" seduction that leads to sex. The problem was that Melanie's imagination had uncontrollably raced off during the story, taking her to a place that she had dared not shared with her friend, and Melanie's countenance had betrayed her inappropriate thoughts.

The truth is, Melanie had long admired Paula's son, Curtis. She'd watched him grow up into a strong, handsome young man, and although Melanie often felt awkward about it, had long fantasized about having sex with him. This wasn't what troubled Melanie though. After all, Curtis was now twenty-two, and very attractive, so Melanie didn't think a little fantasizing on her part was anything to worry about. Although Paula was not aware of these fantasies, Melanie didn't think it would be enough to destroy their friendship even if she were to find out.

The problem lay with Melanie's latest fantasies. In a strange way, Melanie thought she had always had this particular fantasy but had never had the courage to explore it until now. In it, she imagined Curtis and Paula as lovers. The vision in Melanie's mind was always strikingly erotic, for both Curtis and his mother were exceedingly attractive and, as a couple, Melanie thought they looked beautiful together. Although Melanie thought of herself as cute, she sometimes wondered if maybe her own appearance had something to do with the direction her fantasy had taken. It always seemed a bit too farfetched to Melanie, even the realm of fantasy, that Curtis would be overtaken with desire for her. Curtis seemed more like the type that would be lusting for a woman whose beauty rivalled his own good looks. It just so happen that the woman who best that description in Melanie's eyes was Curtis' own mother.

Even at nearly forty, Paula was still ravishing, and Melanie often felt a bit jealous of friend's beauty, especially at how well her statuesque figure had held up after all these years. Paula didn't date very often, although there had been a hectic time shortly after her divorce when she had practically gone on a sexual rampage, having sex with a different man at least every week. Melanie understood her friend was just going through a phase -- after years of fidelity to one man (and a lousy man at that), Paula felt the need to re-establish herself as an emotionally and sexually free woman. After a few months of this, things calmed down for Paula, and in the interests of devoting herself to being a more responsible mother, she dated much less frequently and put more of her time into furthering her career and raising her son.

Still, sometimes Melanie could not help but think back to the Paula of those wilder days. Although Melanie had not commented on it at the time, she had noticed with keen interest at how young most of her friend's lovers had been. Paula had even lewdly remarked to Melanie a few times back then about she could only be satisfied with someone who had a lot of stamina in the bedroom, and that oftentimes it was only the younger men had the appetite to keep pace with her. Many years had passed since then, and on the odd occasion that Paula did date, she always went out with a man her age or older, but Melanie knew that deep down her friend still had a fetish for much younger men. Hell, the delivery boy she'd talked about in her sexual fantasy was tall and handsome, but nevertheless barely eighteen.

It was information like this that fuelled Melanie's fantasies about Paula taking an unchaste interest in her virile, attractive young son. And as twisted as it might sound, the naughtiness of the fact that these two were mother and son made the fantasy all that more exciting for Melanie. She knew her friend to be an extremely sexual woman with a voracious libido. There was something incredibly erotic to Melanie about the thought of Paula waking up to recognise that all of her desires of love and sex could be fulfilled by the young man in bedroom down the hallway from hers. Her fantasies usually revolved around her friend at first struggling with but inevitably giving in to this realisation, either by her own means or Curtis' seduction. And sometimes, just sometimes, Melanie even put herself into the story. The Matchmaker. She would bring these lost souls together into a realm of lust and joy that neither thought possible, and even if the road they travelled to get there was difficult, in the end both would thank Melanie profusely for all she had done for them.

As much as this fantasy excited her in all its various forms, Melanie knew it was wrong for her to even think about it and she often felt ashamed for having such thoughts. She loved Paula like a sister, and Curtis was a good boy. His mother was a beautiful, desirable woman, but Melanie doubted he'd ever seen what other men saw when they looked at her. And as much as Melanie believed Paula had a hang-up for young men, she doubted that her friend would ever allow herself to succumb to the charms, potent as they may be, of very own son. Or would they? As guilty as Melanie felt about having these types of thoughts, no random sexual fantasy had ever aroused her as much as the image of very real friend in bed frantically making love to her very real son.

Melanie struggled with these feelings for over a year, and during that time it ate her up inside. She felt like she was betraying Paula's friendship by using her as a character in her cheap sexual fantasy. She felt terrible for the moments such as the one where she left Paula's house so abruptly. Compared to how open her friend had been with her about everything in her life, including her sexual fantasies, Melanie hated the idea of keeping such a terrible secret from her best friend. It made her feel dishonest and not worthy of Paula's friendship.

What changed? Well, certain real events began to blend with fantasy to the point where the line between reality and fantasy began to blur. It all started when Curtis started dating a girl named Candace. She was about his age, a lanky but pretty brunette. Like a lot of girls with a slim figure, Candace often wore tight shirts and jeans most of the time, accentuating her small, pert breasts and tight but shapely ass. Curtis had had other girlfriends, many of which were just like Candace. However, by the time the relationship had made it to four months it became obvious he didn't regard her as some passing fling, since none of Curtis' previous relationships had ever made it past a month.

But what was even more unusual from Melanie's standpoint was the change she'd seen in Paula, because she appeared to be not so subtly jealous of the young woman. Paula vainly tried to not let on, but Melanie could feel the tension whenever she saw her friend with Candace. Melanie didn't know if Candace was aware, although the girl no doubt must have realised that all the smiles from her boyfriend's mom were a bit of a façade. And what about Curtis? Melanie thought he must have noticed Paula's odd behavior around them, but did he recognise it as jealousy? Could he even contemplate this possibility, considering Paula was his mother?

Melanie contemplated that perhaps she was conjuring all of this anxiety between Paula and Candace in her mind, or at least that she was taking a harmless mother's tension regarding her son's girlfriend and twisting it into something less than normal. Considering all of the sexual scenarios she had drawn up between Paula and Curtis, Melanie had to wonder if maybe her mind had been warped into seeing more than what was really going on now. Then one day it finally happened, an event that gave Melanie the impetus to find out just how much of what she was thinking was true and how much of it was just a product of her overactive imagination.

Part II:

"I can't believe they would do such a thing in my own house!" Paula cried, her voice extremely agitated.

"What do expect teenagers to do in an empty house?" Melanie shot back, "What did you do when you were that age?"

"I certainly never did anything so brazen as to do it my parents' backyard," Paula huffed.

"Well, your parents' backyard was kinda small," Melanie said, laughing softly. "It's not even half the size of what you've got here. No swimming pool or a high fence to keep the neighbors from peeking either."

"This is not funny Melanie," Paula said. "You don't have any children. If you did, you would never laugh if you came home to what I did today."

"I'm not sure what you're reacting to Paula," Melanie responded. "It's not like he's never had sex before. How many times have you found condoms in Curtis' jacket or room? You know the boy is sexually active. Hell, in the past you've even told me how glad you were that at least you knew he was practising safe sex. What makes this day any different? Is it because you saw them, or because you dislike Candace?"

"I don't mind Candace," Paula said. "I'm just surprised Curtis has been seeing her this long. She doesn't seem like the type that would make for a good, steady girlfriend."

"What exactly did happen, anyway?" Melanie asked. "You were talking so fast on the phone I could barely understand you."

"I came home to get some documents for work," Paula explained. "Remember, I needed them for the meeting this afternoon?"

Paula had been so distraught after what had happened that she had called in sick for the rest of the day. Melanie had relayed the message to their co-workers, and after finishing her work day had driven over to Paula's house to see how she was doing.

"I went upstairs to my bedroom to get my files, and when I walked by my window... I saw them." Paula said. "Curtis was lying on his back, on a towel by the pool. His swimming trunks were laying on the ground next to him and... he had nothing on."

Melanie swallowed her breath a bit, trying not to show any discomfort at what she was hearing. She'd seen Curtis in his Speedo's a few times, dipping in the family pool, and it had been hard for her to conceal her excitement. Curtis' strong, toned arms and legs, with a hard washboard stomach had fuelled many of Melanie's fantasies of him in the past. It didn't help matters when he wore his Speedo's either, since the tight fabric left little to the imagination, both in terms of showcasing the massive bulge straining against the front and the very tight buns Curtis was blessed with in behind. Melanie could not believe it when Curtis had told her that his mother had bought them for him. It was just another little gold nugget of truth that Melanie incorporated in her fantasies that maybe not all of Paula's thoughts towards her son were motherly and innocent.

"And Candace?" Melanie managed to cough out, her throat suddenly very dry.

"She was on her knees... you know, with her head in his lap," Paula replied.

Melanie sat dumfounded for a moment, not sure how to reply. The funny thing was, Paula's tone while relaying the story didn't really sound so much like a mother in disgust at catching her son getting a blowjob. Despite what Paula had said earlier about Curtis' "brazenness" of doing such a thing in her backyard, her tone indicated otherwise. In fact, the loathing in Paula's voice was much more pronounced when talking about Candace's role in all of this. The question Melanie wanted to ask lingered in her mind for only a few seconds, but the dead silence created as Melanie sat stunned made it feel like hours.

"What is it Melanie," Paula asked, "You obviously have something to add but you won't say it."

Melanie finally decided that maybe she could take a small poke at this topic without being too obvious.

"You just sound a bit odd telling this story," Melanie said, rather innocently. "Maybe you're just stressed out from everything that happened today, but... you sound a lot more angry with Candace than you do with Curtis."

"Well," Paula replied, pulling back a little, "I suppose it's only natural that I'm protective of my son. It's not my fault that he's found himself a cheap slut and needs me to watch over him."

"I doubt Candace is really a slut," Paula said. "After four months of dating, the most you've caught them at is a blowjob. If I remember correctly, you had given a few blowjobs yourself by the time you were Candace's age, and that's from a girl who wanted to marry as a virgin."

"Which I did," Paula snorted back.

"That's besides the point," Melanie stated. "Your hostility towards Candace has been obvious from the moment you first told me about her. Even when telling me about what happened today, you just sound so... strange. It's almost like you're jealous."

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Paula fired.

Melanie recoiled instantly. Now she knew she had pushed her suspicions too far into the conversation. Besides, she didn't know if any of them were true. Melanie's fantasies about Paula and Curtis could be so overwhelming at times that Melanie sometimes feared they impaired her judgement. She tried to fix the situation with her next couple of statements, but it only seemed to make things worse:

"Sometimes I just wonder if maybe you're being overly critical. That it angers you that he'd want to be with anyone that doesn't fit your standards, standards that are impossible for anyone else to meet."

"Even if that's true I don't understand how that makes me jealous," Paula replied. "Not unless you're saying I can't stand Curtis being with Candace because I..."

Paula's eyes got wide as saucers as finally figured out where Melanie had been talking about all this time. From the look on Melanie's face, Paula now knew exactly what her friend was thinking. Not that Melanie had any prior experience with how a friend looks at you when you accuse her of having incestuous desires, but the look of utter embarrassment on Melanie's face told Paula that this was happening to her now.

"I... think I'd like to be alone now," Paula said, her voice so soft it was barely audible.

"I'll see you on Monday," Melanie said. She left, feeling so ashamed that she tried not to look up at Paula's face. It took all of Melanie's willpower to get out of the house without breaking down in tears.

It was a very quiet weekend for Melanie, as there weren't any visits or calls from Paula. She spent the two days catching up with some work from the office and doing some chores around the house. Most of the time, however, Melanie just moped around the house, feeling awful about what had happened with Paula. As much as Melanie had cherished the naughty little fantasies she'd been having about Paula and Curtis, she couldn't bear the thought of doing any harm to them, especially Paula, who had been a lifelong best friend.

Not surprisingly, when Monday finally did arrive there was an air of tension between the two women. For the first time since they were kids, Melanie felt a bit awkward around Paula. Finally, she just decided the right thing to do would be to apologise for everything and ask Paula for her forgiveness. Paula had her own office at work, which included her own receptionist, and Melanie went to see if Paula had some time to sit down and talk. She was disappointed to find out that Paula wasn't there. Her receptionist said Paula had to leave on some work related business.

Melanie went back to work, and to her surprise, there was an e-mail waiting for her from Paula. In it, she said she had left for a meeting and wouldn't be back for the rest of the day but wanted to get together with Melanie at her house that evening. Melanie responded "yes," and then went back to work. She waited for any kind more messages from Paula, but none came.

As promised, later that night Melanie drove out to Paula's home. Before getting out of her car, Melanie paused for a moment, taking in the beauty of Paula's house from the outside. It was an impressive sight, and while Paula had received a hefty sum from her divorce settlement, it was mainly her drive and ingenuity at work that allowed her to become an executive at her firm and to be able to afford a home in such an upscale neighborhood. And it was principally through Paula's recommendation that Melanie had later been hired the same firm. Melanie wasn't scared about her professional future however; she was just reflecting on how Paula had always been there for her as a friend. It made Melanie feel all the guiltier for having betrayed that friendship.

When Paula opened the front door, Melanie just stood there, silent, for a moment, and then she hastily clutched Paula into a hug and began to cry.

"Come on inside," Paula said, still holding on to Melanie with one arm. Melanie was surprised at how calm Paula sounded, and it calmed her down as well. They walked over to Paula's living room area, and as they had many times before, sat on a couple of oversized pillows in front of the fireplace, talking and drinking wine. They didn't say much at first, which was fine with Melanie. She needed a couple of drinks to relax anyway, and from what Melanie could observe, so did Paula.

When the "subject" at last did come up, it was understandably awkward. Not really knowing what else to say, Melanie found herself apologising profusely for everything.

"It's okay Melanie," Paula said, biting her lip. For a moment Melanie thought Paula was trying to hide some irritation from her, but then she suddenly added, "and maybe your theory was not as far-fetched as I let on before."

Melanie just sat back, stunned. After having Paula drop such a bombshell such as this, there was nothing else she could do. For a minute, the two women just sat there silently sipping their wine, and then Paula began to speak. And what a story she unfolded. Actually, it seemed more like a confession. Paula spoke much about her failed marriage, and although almost all of the blame had been clearly her ex's fault, the result was a woman left in tatters emotionally. It had taken years for Paula to re-assemble her life, years before she felt that all the hard work had paid off and that she could just sit back and relax and be herself again.

And all through this, Curtis had been there. Through all the strife Paula had faced through the years as an unhappy wife, all the years she struggled to build a successful career, all the years she had needed to right her ship emotionally, Curtis had been there. He was the love of her life. That those words might mean more than what a mother might say about her son was something Paula could not bring herself to admit until Melanie had forced her into doing so.

"I took the last couple of days to think things over, but I guess I always knew it was true," Paula said. "And now that I can finally admit it, I suppose I'm asking you what I should do."

"What about Curtis?" Melanie inquired, "have you ever got the impression he feels the same way?"




The Matchmaker



"The funny thing is... I have," Paula answered, her cheeks reddening from embarrassment. "Little things, like how Curtis might glance a little too long when I'm using the pool. It's usually subtle, but it's always been enough to make me wonder."

"So, Miss Expert on Human Psychology," Paula joked, "what comes next?"

"Well, I can't make a decision like that for you," Melanie said. "I think you need to do what's best for you and Curtis. You've had enough experiences with men to know when it's working and when it isn't..."

"And look where that's got me," Paula sarcastically interjected.

"I just mean to say that you're a woman and he's a man, and on that level, with the exception of rushing into marriage at such a young age... well, I think you've done fairly well for yourself, even if you've never managed to find Mr. Right."

"This is not exactly the same thing," Paula pointed out.

"Of course not," Melanie replied, "and I think more than anything the bond you have as mother and son needs to survive. If there's any chance of jeopardising that relationship, then I think it's probably best to leave things alone, no matter what may or may not feel right. Some fantasies are best left to remain as such. Some things that sound great as theory are, in fact, not nearly as good when translated into reality."

"Good advice," Paula said. "Thanks."

"I will add one more thing," Melanie said. "For what it's worth, I've always thought you and Curtis would make an ideal couple."

"What do you mean?" Paula asked.

"I mean, as a couple there's something very sexy about the two of you together... visually," Melanie replied. "He's tall, young, and strong. You've got a figure that I and just about anyone else would kill for. And I've also thought there's always been a sexual energy just lying beneath the surface, like you were both very much each other's type and that if you weren't mother and son something would have happened between you by now."

"Just how long have you been 'thinking' this?" Paula asked.

Melanie's face turned red in embarrassment. She thought that, in light of everything that had happened tonight, she owed it to Paula to tell her secrets as well. And so she confessed her fantasies about Paula and Curtis to her friend. At first Paula seemed quite taken aback by what she was hearing, but gradually she settled down. And on at least a couple occasions, Melanie could swear Paula was getting a bit aroused herself.

"It's funny, but all things considered, a lot of the scenarios you gave were surprisingly romantic," Paula noted.

"Hey, I'm a romantic at heart," Melanie smiled wryly. "And besides, I wasn't kidding when I said you two, at least in the realm of fantasy, make for a beautiful couple. You said it yourself when you called Curtis 'the love of your life.' You don't say things like that about guys and then have it be all about sex with them."

The next month seemed like something out of a dream for Melanie. In truth, many of the things that were now happening for real had been in her past fantasies. Melanie had opened a new door for her friend sexually, and surprisingly it only took Paula a short time to get past a little bit of shyness before she appeared fully along for the ride. Nevertheless, even though Curtis had since broken up with Candace and was single again, Paula was being very tentative about pursuing a real relationship with him. In terms of fantasy, however, she'd opened herself up to just about anything Melanie had to offer.

The transformation was as stunning for Melanie to witness as it was exciting. The two women had always been open towards each other regarding sex, and often told each about their sexual fantasies, but now that Curtis usually entered the mix the sex talk took on a new level of eroticism. And although Paula wasn't overly crude in anything she said, it never ceased to amaze Melanie to see how her friend's inhibitions had slipped to the point where she was now comfortable in talking about her incestuous fantasies regarding her own son.

As (sort of) a gag gift, Melanie had even bought Paula a copy of the X-rated film, "Taboo." Paula didn't care much for porno's, but she watched this one, and afterwards admitted to Melanie that although she didn't care much for most of the movie she thought the mother/son sex had been "really hot." Paula admitted to watching their coupling several times, masturbating furiously as she substituted Curtis and herself in the roles of the mother and son. Paula would admit that every time she did so she would be rewarded with a climax that was "overwhelming" in its intensity.

The movie even inspired Paula into doing things like brushing her hair as she stood nude in front of her bedroom mirror, leaving the door to the room slightly ajar. Was Curtis watching her like the son in the movie had done with his mother? Paula liked to fantasize that he was, and this made her even feel even more hot and bothered. Sometimes she got excited enough at these times to even begin touching herself. In her fantasy, Curtis was peeking though the door, stroking his hard cock as he watched her. At some point, one of them would stumble upon the other. Of course, this being a fantasy, no harm came from such a revelation, instead ending in a torrid sexual encounter. Melanie could not believe her ears as she heard Paula brazenly relate her sordid fantasy in unabashed detail.

Melanie couldn't believe how quickly things had changed. She consoled her concerns by reminding herself that, deep down, she knew Paula and Curtis would be happy together. It was the one reason why Melanie wasn't all that worried about the path Paula was travelling, as more and more it appeared as if Paula was going to have to open up to Curtis with how her desire for him or go insane from being forced to remain silent.

The problem was what to do with Curtis. If Melanie were as close to him as she was with Paula, than Melanie would have taken the step and approached him. Not that Paula didn't feel some comfort talking to Curtis. After all, she'd known him since he was a baby and had seen him grow up into a fine young man. She'd even felt at ease with him enough to graze the topic of sex with him occasionally. But trying to steer him towards the idea of incest -- this had been difficult enough to do with Paula. With Curtis, it would be next to impossible. Nevertheless, Paula would need some help in reeling Curtis in, and in this regard Melanie had pledged to Paula that she would do anything to help.

Part III:

Melanie had actually suggested "accidentally" leaving the porno for Curtis to find, but Paula rejected the idea, saying she'd never gotten a man using a porno before and wasn't going to start now.

"Yeah, but this isn't exactly like those other times," Melanie reasoned.

"Okay, we'll keep it as a last resort," Paula said, "but for now, I want to go shopping."

When the ladies returned to Paula's home after shopping, they noticed Curtis in the kitchen, eating a sandwich and reading a magazine. And on a signal given by Melanie, they pretended to carry on a conversation that presumably began earlier.

"I still can't believe you got that thing?" Melanie asked.

"I'd be worried about getting arrested," she added with a giggle, "even the beaches have certain restrictions, Paula."

"I won't wear it to the beach," Paula replied, "even I'm a bit too modest for that. But at home, with a fence to keep out the peeping Tom's, what's the big deal?"

"What's this you're talking about?" Curtis asked, his interest clearly piqued.

"We had a contest at work for a clothing gift certificate, and your mother won," Melanie lied. "Except when we got there the items we were allowed to choose from were only a few items from last year's fashions that the store was trying to get rid of..."

"Cheap bastards," Curtis interjected, "you'd think they'd treat their employees better than to have a contest like that."

"I think they got scammed by the store," Melanie said. "I tried to get your mother to forget the whole thing, but she found something she liked and took it."

"So what's the problem?" Curtis asked.

"Well, it's a swimsuit, honey, and quite frankly, it's a little more daring than what I usually wear," Paula answered with an impish grin. "In fact, I'd rather not wear it at all to the beach, but around the pool... I don't think it should be a problem."

"No, whatever you want is fine by me," Curtis said.

"See Melanie," Paula said, "I told you Curtis would be an adult about it."

"Curtis, it's nice day today for a swim," Paula said. "Why don't you make a few more of those sandwiches and some drinks and Auntie Melanie and I will put these things away and come down later."

"Sure thing Mom," Curtis replied.

Melanie and Paula were in her bedroom, making some final adjustments on their outfits. Melanie wore a rather frumpy one-piece, which suited her just fine. Not that Melanie was unattractive, but she was a little heavier than she felt comfortable with and, as a result, didn't like to wear anything too revealing. And besides, Melanie reasoned, none of what she was doing today was for herself. It was all for Paula, and although he didn't understand it all yet, it was for Curtis too.

The two women were in Paula's bedroom getting dressed. It had been a few years since Melanie had seen Paula naked, and she was taken aback, even in awe, at how amazing Paula still looked. Paula was the typical statuesque dirty blonde with a flat stomach and big tits and hourglass hips - drawing stares from men wherever she went. Her body was supple yet firm in all the right places, and she didn't even exercise!

"It's almost not fair," Melanie chuckled to herself. She had always been a bit envious of Paula's looks, especially her body, but not today. If anything, Melanie felt glad at having such a strong magnet with which to make this all happen.

The white swimsuit Paula had bought was a sling bikini. The top was comprised of one very long, narrow piece of fabric, with the loose ends hanging down around the neck and covering each breast as if they were pants suspenders. With the material being so narrow not much more than Paula's nipples were actually covered. The straps of the "suspenders" then came down to connect to a conventional, but nevertheless skimpy bikini bottom.

Needless to say, Paula was taking full advantage of her lean but curvaceous figure in wearing such an outfit. And because Paula was such a busty woman, the outfit appeared even more revealing than it would on most women, since the larger the breasts of the woman wearing it, the more the material is pulled away from the body in general. In essence, not only were Paula's breasts all but nude but she was also giving a close-up of every curve her sexy body had to display. Melanie knew her friend could be a bit of an exhibitionist at times, but no more than any other woman with such great physique might. This outfit definitely was more revealing than anything Melanie had ever seen Paula wear before. Watching her friend get ready like this in the hopes of attracting her own son gave Melanie a sense of nervous excitement about the whole thing.

The two women came downstairs and stood in front of the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. Outside, Curtis had brought out a few lawn chairs and a table with some food and drinks. As for Curtis himself, he was laying back on one of the lawn chairs. He wasn't moving much, and perhaps was even asleep. He was also wearing his favourite black Speedo's, much to the ladies' delight.

Instead of her usual deck sandals, Paula wore a pair of open toe, high heeled shoes that she occasionally wore went she went out. Melanie knew of these very well, as they were one of Paula's favorites. Paula liked them because they made her feel sexy, especially with the way they made her ass curve just a bit more than usual. They also seemed to add just of bit of sensuousness to Paula's otherwise graceful walk. As Paula once put it, the shoes added just a dash of sex appeal without making her appear slutty. An old boyfriend of Paula's used to get so turned on whenever she wore them that he even dubbed the clip-clop sound of Paula's walk in them as her "mating call" and, in fact, Paula later adopted the nickname for the shoes themselves.

Sliding the door open, the two women strode onto the deck. Melanie did a good job of acting natural, but she could sense the slightest hint of nervousness in Paula. Nevertheless, Melanie was impressed with how well Paula was composed in light of what they were doing.

When Curtis saw Paula, he instantly shot out of chair in surprise.

"So, what do think?" Paula asked.

"Um, very nice," Curtis managed to reply. The lust in his gaze was undeniable, but not knowing how to express it, Curtis' words came out as sounding completely in shock.

"Thanks honey," Paula said. "I'd rather wear something more modest for the beach, but I thought at home it would be nice to just soak up the rays."

Melanie never ceased to be amazed at how sexy her friend could be, but even after seeing her entice countless men over the years watching Paula behave like this for her own son made took things to a new level. Melanie felt as if she were actually watching one of her old erotic fantasies about Paula and Curtis being played out before her eyes. Paula continued speaking to her son while slowly turning around. It was not obvious enough to say she was modelling for him, but every turn subtly presented Curtis with a new exposed curve or crevice of Paula's luscious body. And all through her elegant yet sensual movements, Melanie could hear the distinct clip-clop of Paula's high heels. That Paula would wear what she referred to as her "mating call" shoes to entice her own son... it was almost too much for Melanie to her mind focused at the task at hand.

Curtis was clearly distracted by what Paula was doing, even contorting a bit in his chair.

"Is everything OK dear," Paula asked. Her voice sounded innocent but still sexy. And to Melanie's surprise, Paula looked directly at Curtis' crotch when asking the question and made no attempt to conceal her action. She never would have expected such directness from Paula. The frankness of Paula's silky, sexy movements in her next to nothing outfit and her constant flirting with Curtis told Melanie that Paula must be feeling extremely horny. 

Luckily, Curtis had a magazine to cover himself with, because from the look of unease on his face there wasn't much doubt that he was trying to conceal an erection. And with the swimsuit he was wearing, a man as well endowed as Curtis might as well been trying to hide stuffed an eight-inch sausage down the front.

"Honey, I could use some suntan lotion," Paula said. "Would you mind?"

"Uh, well..." Curtis stammered, "Maybe Aunt Melanie should do that."

Finally, with a look of both fear and embarrassment, Curtis managed to excuse himself. He vainly tried to cover himself with the magazine, but it did little to disguise what had happened.

Melanie was distraught. She hadn't expected this at all, in fact she was just about to start with a another bit of teasing involving some suntan lotion when Curtis had stormed off. Now, Melanie just stood still, her mouth agape in shock.

"Melanie, maybe you better go," Paula said.

"Are you sure?" Melanie asked. "Maybe I could..."

"No," Paula sternly interrupted. "I'll handle this."

Melanie quickly gathered her things and drove back home. "Oh my, what have I done?" she asked herself again and again. Melanie's fears got the worst of her. What was going on over there? Several hours had passed and still no word from Paula.

The next day at work Melanie immediately went to Paula's office, but her receptionist had informed her that Paula had called in sick. Melanie sent Paula a text message, asking if everything was okay. Paula replied that she was all right, but that they had plenty to talk about, and then said she'd meet Melanie at her house after work. For the rest of the day, Melanie did little but fret and look at the clock to see if it was time to go home.

After work, Melanie patiently waited as she brewed up some herbal tea Paula liked and waited for her friend to arrive. When Paula arrived Melanie could see weariness in her eyes and distress in her tone, but that otherwise she seemed okay.

"I've got some tea waiting for us in the next room," Melanie said. "Please Paula, tell me what happened."

"Well, I guess I should start from the beginning, from right after you left," Paula said. "It's won't be easy though. The last day or so have had been so complicated emotionally that it's hard to explain it all. But I'll try." She began:

I went up and found Curtis in his bedroom with the door locked. I'm not sure why, but more than anything I felt annoyed at this point. I wanted Curtis, and I knew he wanted it too. Except now, at this moment of truth, Curtis was walking away from me. Of course I understood why, I'm his mother, but at that moment I wasn't thinking clearly. I felt very sexually frustrated, even agitated.

I have a key to Curtis' room. I'd never used it, as I'd always respected his privacy, but I went and used it this time. Again, it was my ire that guided my actions. I wanted him, and even though I could see he felt the same way, it hadn't happened because a voice somewhere inside Curtis told him that he had to lock himself away from me. After going this far with him, I wasn't going to let that happen.

I opened the door and immediately my jaw dropped as I saw Curtis standing there in the nude, stroking the biggest cock I've ever seen. My feelings of anger were still there, but now they were mixed with feelings of unadulterated lust. How could I have kept something this wonderful from me for so long? How could Curtis keep it from me now? I wanted him; I wanted it.

I marched into his room, raving on like a mad woman. I think I actually was a little crazy at this moment with an equal mixture of anger and horniness. I knew that the events of this day had gone way past the point of no return, but I didn't for certain how it would end. I knew how I wanted it to resolve, but I wasn't sure how to get us there. My mind overrun with lust, I said things that probably sound wild now, but made perfect sense to me at the time. Things like proclaiming to Curtis that if he was going to stroke his cock while thinking about me that I wasn't going to allow him to do it behind closed doors anymore.

Curtis was completely floored by my aggressiveness; I guess I was too, but I just couldn't stop myself at this point. I actually grabbed his cock away from him and began roughly jerking him off. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but it was like my senses had abandoned me and all that was left was a woman crazed with her lust. But I guess in my own anger and frustration I had gotten a bit too rough with him, because soon Curtis was pushing me away.

The next thing I knew, we were grappling against each other. Curtis was already naked, but considering the flimsiness of that bikini I was wearing it's wasn't long before it slipped off me and I was naked too. At some point we tumbled, and then began wrestling with each other on the floor. It's still kind of rough, but I was incredibly turned on. So was Curtis; his cock was still rock hard during the battle and more it wasn't long before the fighting turned into groping. The energy of our combat was wild and primal, as our hands travelled shamelessly all over each other naked bodies. Curtis went absolutely wild with his mouth all over my tits, biting my flesh and sucking hard on my erect nipples. With one hand still groping my hot flesh, the other homed in on my enflamed pussy and began furiously rubbing my clit. I felt dizzy and so turned on, and just held tightly to Curtis strong muscular shoulders. He continued to boldly ravish my tits and pussy until I couldn't take it anymore and cried out that I was coming. I was completely spent at this point, so I stayed on the floor to rest. Curtis picked me and lay me on his bed, and then left the room.




The Matchmaker



I lay there for about an hour. When I got up I go back to my room to put on some clothes, noticing the bruises and bite marks on my body from what had happened before. Then I went downstairs and found Curtis watching TV. I turned off the set and told Curtis we needed to talk about what happened. He was too dumbfounded and embarrassed to say anything, but I could tell he wanted to share his secret with me: that his desires for me ran as deeper if not deeper than anything I'd witnessed from him today.

He didn't have the courage to tell me his secret and so I told Curtis mine. All of it, from the very beginning when I first began to suspect that my feelings for him went well beyond that of what other mothers felt for their sons right up to today. And yes, Melanie, I even confessed your role in this story. I wanted Curtis to know he could trust me with the truth, and the only way I could think of doing this was to tell him the whole truth as I knew it. I convinced Curtis that only by being completely honest with each other could we hope to continue our relationship, regardless of what kind of relationship we wanted to have.

We talked all night, about just about everything. It felt liberating to unburden myself like that, and I'm certain it was the same for Curtis. A lot of what happened to us in the past has made both of us who we are today, for better or for worse. In particular, Harry walking out on us. Even though many years have passed, that event left all kinds of scars to both Curtis and myself that still affect us to this day. In fact, after my talk with Curtis last night I have no doubt that those demons still haunt both of us. I never had the courage to face them alone and neither did Curtis, but that's changed now. Our love for each other as mother and son wasn't enough to pull us through those times, at least not to the point where we both feel completely healed today. We talked about it at length, and both feel confident in this new love and it's ability to get us through not only the problems of the past but any new ones that lay before us.

"Are you really sure?" Melanie asked. "I mean, if you are, I'm so happy for the both of you."

"Like I told you the other night, Curtis is the only man I've ever really loved," Paula replied. "And although he is much less experienced in romance, Curtis expressed the same sentiments for me last night, saying that his love me was the reason why he could never carry on a relationship with another girl. That he always wanted me, and no other."

"So passionate, so... romantic," Melanie blurted out, her eyes tearing up, and both women smiled in approval.

"So, I've got to ask," Melanie began, coyly, "did the two of you 'consummate' this passion yet?"

"No," Paula chuckled, her cheeks reddening slightly, "but we did talk about it. A lot."

"In the end, I'm glad that we didn't have sex last night," Paula added. "It gave us both a chance to come clean with each other and talk about and be sure about what we're getting ourselves into. We also decided that our first time should be something special, something that is appropriate for the enormity of the journey we're about to begin."

"Please, let me help you with it," Melanie implored.

"Of course," Paula said, "without you I don't know if Curtis and I would have been able to be with each other this way."

Melanie brainstormed the next few days, trying to think about what might make for the perfect night for these new lovers. Besides a few small touches that she thought make the night more special, however, Melanie hadn't come up with much in the way of ideas.

One day during a rather slow time at work, Melanie went to see Paula at her office. Gayle, Paula's receptionist, greeted Melanie with a warm smile, telling Melanie that Paula was out, but should be back shortly.

"Would you like to wait in her office?" Gayle asked, knowing that Melanie and Paula were close friends and that Paula wouldn't mind.

"Sure," Melanie replied.

"I was just about to go for lunch, Melanie," Gayle, so when Paula comes back would you mind passing along a message?"

"Of course not," Melanie answered.

"Great," Gayle smiled. "Could you also let her know that Bridal Boutique called and said the alterations she's getting done for her niece's wedding gown should be ready by next week?"

"Um sure..." Melanie responded, "but I think she already knows." Paula had just walked in and, with a bit of a sheepish look bade Melanie to join her in her office.

The two women settled in on a leather settee in Paula's office and had a cup of coffee as they spoke.

"So, when do I get to meet this niece?" Melanie jokingly asked, knowing full well that no such person existed.

Paula chuckled in reply, not quite sure where to begin. Then she said, "As I told you before, Curtis and I were up all night talking. Well, we talked about everything: relationships, love, sex. We talked about our past, especially Harry, and how it still played a role in who we were today... It's funny, I don't think I ever told anyone, even you, about my marriage as I did with Curtis that night."

"I found out a lot about my son that night too," Paula added.

"What do you mean?" Melanie asked.

"I mean that for better or for worse, Curtis still carries a lot of resentment towards his father, not only for leaving us and for being a bad father, but for being a bad husband to me," Paula said.

"Curtis has this impulse in him to be everything his father wasn't, in every way," Paula continued. "It's a part of who he is as a person. It's even part of who he is sexually."

"I don't understand what you mean by that last part," Melanie said.

"I wasn't sure how to tell you this before Melanie," Paula said. " I was afraid you'd think Curtis was some oedipal pervert, but he takes a lot of pleasure, even pride, in being better than his father sexually. It's a huge turn on for him, and I admit, it even turns me on to tell him so."

"But you haven't even had sex with Curtis," Melanie said. "How can you say he's better than Harry?"

"Because he's more of a man than Harry ever was. Because he turns me on more than Harry ever did," Paula replied. "Physically, emotionally, spiritually... I feel a stronger connection to Curtis than I ever did with Harry. Or with any other man, for that matter. And of course, Curtis gets aroused when I tell him so. You should have seen how he reacted when I told him he had the largest cock I've ever seen. He got so turned on I'm amazed the two of us didn't do it right there. Holding out these last few days has been... tough... to put it mildly."

"But worth it, to be sure," Melanie smiled.

"This wedding dress idea was Curtis'," Paula continued. "It came to him after I told Curtis that my first time had been on my wedding night, and how unsatisfied I had been with Harry. I think Curtis plans on 'undoing' everything his father ever did wrong in our marriage, and literally wants to start from the first day."

"So you're getting married," Melanie asked sarcastically, "where should we have the reception?"

"No, we're not getting married," Paula laughed. Then she added with a small wink, "for now I think wedding night will suffice."

"Any date set for the big day?" Melanie asked.

"Two weeks from Friday," Paula asked.

"Of course, the day you turn the Big Four-O," Melanie chimed, "I should have guessed."

"It's funny," Paula said, "Harry and I used to talk about what we should do for my fortieth birthday. I used to joke that by then I'd feel like an old woman and that I should try and wash those feelings away by doing the most outrageous thing I could think of sexually. I told Curtis about this the other night, and when he heard about it he immediately suggested that it should be the date of our first night together."

"And what about your birthday?" Melanie asked. "Shouldn't we make that part of the celebration as well?"

"Curtis wanted to but I declined the offer," Paula replied. "It would complicate things too much for one evening."

"Although I did tell Curtis to make sure he brings his big birthday candle for me to blow out," Paula added, blushing slightly. Melanie chuckled in response.

"Well, we still have a lot of things to take care of before then," Melanie said.

"Oh, I don't know if things need to be that elaborate," Paula said.

"Well, I've got a few ideas," Melanie smiled. "Please, let me be part of this. I'll take care of everything; think of it as my wedding present!"

"Oh, all right," Paula relented. "But don't think I expect you to pay for anything."

"I'll pay for a few things here and there," Melanie chuckled, "I'm sure it will be better than the silverware I got for you on your first wedding."

The days leading up to the big day were like a whirlwind of activity, made all the more exciting for Melanie because of the need for secrecy. Both women had taken vacation time from work to prepare, and both were buzzing from the thrill of it all. Melanie had only spoken to Curtis a few times during this period, and after the initial awkwardness of her being privy to what was happening the two of them settled back into being good friends. Besides, even though this relationship would remain concealed to the rest of the world, Curtis took some satisfaction in knowing that his mother's best friend not only knew about their taboo love affair but had given them her blessing.

Part IV:

Finally, the big day had arrived. The two women were in Melanie's bedroom, with Paula sitting in a chair as Melanie did her nails for her. On Melanie's insistence, Paula had been over at her place since the previous night because she didn't want Curtis to see her before the wedding.

."But we're not getting married," Paula protested, "doesn't the whole 'bad luck' rule get nullified?"

"Your night with Curtis IS your wedding Paula." Melanie replied. "It may not be a religious ceremony or a legal ceremony, but it's nevertheless just as binding."

"What, a sexual ceremony?" Paula laughed sarcastically.

"It's a ceremony of love and, as far as I'm concerned, the most sacred part of the marriage ceremony," Melanie answered matter-of-factly. "They don't call it 'consummating' the marriage for nothing. Your joining as a couple isn't complete until you have shown your love for each physically. Maybe that isn't as literal with couples today as it was centuries ago, but considering that tonight really is your first time together... well, it really is a consummation of your relationship as a man and a woman."

"If that's the case, I was pretty lousy at it the first time," Paula chuckled.

"You were young, and a virgin to boot," Melanie said. "That's when you need a strong, loving man to show you the way. With that dud of a husband Harry, you pretty much had no chance."

"By the way Paula," my wedding night wasn't much better than yours," Melanie bemoaned, "I don't even like thinking about it now!"

"Sorry," Paula replied.

"That's okay," Melanie said, smiling again. "If anything, it makes me feel happier for you today. I never got much of a wedding day talk from my mother..."

"Neither did I," Paula interrupted.

"But if I could give advice to the me of twenty years ago, I know what I'd say," Melanie said.

"What?" asked Paula.

"I was so in love back then," Melanie recounted, "but very shy." "My advice to her... my advice to you, Paula, is to trust yourself and your man completely. Don't try and worry about any sort of 'wedding night etiquette' like I did. Whatever feels right for you two is right, whatever feels good, is good. Enjoy yourselves and each other to the fullest, because tonight is your night. A night where you declare to each other physically that you belong together as a man and woman."

The time to leave was drawing ever near, and so Melanie quickly set out to help Paula change into her clothes. Melanie couldn't help but be in a bit of awe seeing Paula naked again. Even at forty, she still had a marvelous physique, all legs, tits, and ass. Paula opted for a rather basic but modern white bra to fasten around her 38DD boobs and a pair matching white lace panties. And to add a bit more sexiness to her ensemble, a white garter belt that highlighted her wide 36'' hips and silk stockings to accentuate her long, supple legs. Melanie couldn't believe how her old wedding dress still fit on Paula even though over twenty years had passed. The alterations Paula had ordered for the dress had been minimal; Melanie joked to Paula that if Paula had gained any weight over the years that it had probably gone straight to her boobs, and it was probably true. They had a slight sag of maturity to them now, but if anything that made them look sexier to Melanie, as they also seemed even fuller and shapelier than before too. The gown itself was very lightweight, without a lot of bells and whistles, but nevertheless Paula looked simply stunning in it. Then again, she would have looked striking in just about any frock.

They were just about done now, as Melanie was straightening Paula's veil, when the phone rang. It was Curtis, and Melanie left the room to give Paula some privacy. To Melanie's satisfaction, however, she could occasionally hear the sounds of Paula laughing gaily, making Melanie's heart skip a little. Paula didn't sound at all like a woman talking to her son, but rather had the blissful, giddy sound of a woman talking intimately to her lover. Melanie felt her heart soar: this night really was going to be a success, as her friend had finally found the man of her dreams.

"Paula, come down here!" Melanie shouted, "the car should be here any minute."

Melanie had hired a limousine for the evening that was to pick up Paula first and then drive over to get Curtis. It had taken some thought to come up with a suitable story for the limo service, but Melanie simply explained that the ceremony and reception had taken place earlier and that the bride and groom would now be travelling alone this evening to their hotel room. Yes, Melanie's role in this story was now officially over. She would have given anything to been a fly on their hotel wall, or even just seen the two lovers in their bridal clothes holding hands, but Melanie had insisted to Paula that this night was not for her. However, she did make Paula promise to get all the details once they returned.

After the limo pulled away, Melanie called Curtis to let him know Paula was on her way. Then they began to chat a little, and Melanie decided to give him the same advice she'd given Paula about not holding back his passions in any way, but then added a few more words of wisdom specifically for him:

"Curtis, I don't know what Paula has told you about her first wedding night, but from what she's told me it was practically disaster. Not to mention it was also the night where she lost her virginity. An unsatisfying night foreshadowing an unsatisfying marriage to follow I suppose... your mother has spent years trying to bury those memories. If her mother hadn't bought her that wedding dress Paula probably wouldn't even have it today. It represents a lot of the unhappiness and pain she's gone through in her life."

"I suppose I never really understood that until you put it that way," Curtis said solemnly.

"My point is, take your time tonight," Melanie. "You'll have plenty of time to do whatever you want for the three days that I booked for you at the hotel. As far as tonight goes... try to keep in mind that your mother never had a proper 'wedding night' all those years ago. Let her have one now. She was barely able to look at that dress after all these years, much less put it on, because it reminds her too much of a man who went on to mistreat and later betray her. You have an opportunity to wash away all those painful memories tonight. If your mother looks at that dress in a year from now, make her smile fondly as she remembers this night, the night she wore for you."

"I will," Curtis is resolutely. "Thanks so much for everything you've done, Auntie Melanie. I don't think any of this could have happened without you."

"You two have always been meant for each other," Melanie chuckled, "I just helped you find the way. Goodbye now, Curtis. And good luck!"

As the limo made it's way to her house, Paula thought back to the night she had stayed up all hours talking with Curtis about their relationship. Could they really still remain mother and son after tonight? She had told Curtis that that was what she wanted. He still needed his mother, especially since for all intents and purposes had no father. And although Paula hadn't said much of it at the time, she still needed her son. Motherhood, both the highs and the lows, had been the only positive thing that come from her marriage to Harry. And after all these years since her divorce, it was the only thing that made Paula feel complete as a person.

Was jeopardizing all of this really the right thing to do? Paula knew she would never for sure. She and Curtis had talked for hours about how opening up these new doors to their relationship would only enhance what they already had, and it all sounded great in theory, but in reality Paula could not be sure how much of it was true. And how much of this desire on Paula's part to widen her relationship with Curtis was just about sex? It may have taken some prodding from Melanie, but once Paula found the courage to face those emotions she realized just how much of her fawning over Curtis all these years had been her way of dealing with her repressed sexual desires for him. Could she give herself to him now as his lover? Yes, this Paula was certain she could do. But what would it do to her relationship with Curtis as his mother? Even after the hours of dialogue with Curtis over this matter it was hard for Paula not to feel nervous about it now.

The limo pulled up to Paula's driveway and the bride anxiously tried to peer through the dark glass of the car for any signs of Curtis. Finally, she saw him appear from the house, and the sight was enough to make Paula's heart melt. Curtis had really gone all out with his tuxedo, and with the stylish haircut he'd got for the occasion, looked incredibly handsome. More than anything, Paula was taken with the confident, masculine stride Curtis displayed as he walked to the car. He really was a man now, Paula thought, feeling more pride in that fact now than ever before. After having a brief word with the driver, Curtis opened the door and sat next to Paula in the back. The limo then pulled away from the curb and headed for the hotel. And as per Curtis' instructions, the driver raised the window inside the limo to give Curtis and Paula complete privacy.

"My God, you're beautiful," Curtis said.

"And you look so handsome!" Paula exclaimed. "I..."

"What?" Curtis asked.

"Nothing," Paula replied.

"Come on," Curtis insisted. "We promised each other we wouldn't hold anything back from now on. No more secrets, remember?"

"I... I just," Paula started. "I just always dreamed of seeing you dressed up like this, on your wedding day."

"But you never dreamed that the bride waiting for me would be you," Curtis said. "Well, now that it's happening, how do you feel?"

"Terrified," Paula laughed uneasily. "And exhilarated. I never knew it then, but I guess it's what I always wanted."

"What about you?" Paula asked jokingly, "did you ever expect to see dear old Mom waiting for you in your bridal car?"

"More times than you can imagine," Curtis answered. "From the time I was a child I could see how unhappy you were with Dad, with the way he treated you... I knew you deserved more. And as I grew up and began to understand what it meant for a man and woman to be together I knew I wanted that person for you to be me."

Paula took Curtis' hand in hers, holding it tightly. Despite revealing their dark secrets to each on that fateful night what Curtis was telling her now was a revelation, as Paula did not realize just how far back his desires for her had gone. Curtis could feel the anxiety in his mother's grip, but went on with his tale. As he said mentioned earlier, they weren't going to keep any more secrets.




The Mate of Tarzan



Edgar Rice Burroughs belongs to a select club of writers who dug so deeply into their reader's base desires as to come up with something primal, and profound. Such a creation is Tarzan, a character who so logically straddles the human and animal worlds as to cast doubt on their very separation. Burroughs couldn't get away with written sex, in the early 20th Century, but the implication is never far from the surface in his books. After all, what more basic fantasy do we have? If you'd like to know more about Burroughs, I recommend Tarzan of the Internet for the full text of the first nine novels, or simply taking a trip to your local used book seller.

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She turned back with a smile, sitting on all fours, presenting her rump to him. With a squeeze, her lips came apart. Moisture glistened between them. He took her hips, finding her opening, and sank his broad dick into her insides. 

She cried out dimly; behind her, his jungle groan rent the afternoon stillness. She became aware of a cache of small, round pebbles under her hand. He slid out and pressed in again, deeper, and she lost her thought's thread for a moment. It felt so good. Pebbles, she dimly remembered. No. What was the word? P- Pearls. What were those for?

He hurled himself against her, again and again. The humours coursed into her vagina, and thus away from her brain. She dug her heels in. Her toes and long fingers grasped deep into the springy undergrowth. His great hands dug into the sides of her buttocks. He vocalized. His tip bumped her cervix. He grabbed at her hair, pulling her head to one side. She cried out with more desire than pain. He let go.

Her head lolled to the ground, as he increased in intensity. The wet slapping sounds were too much for her. Inside, she grasped his dick even tighter, thrusting her hips back at his. Her head flopped around like a rag doll's. The wild canopy of trees swung around her before she planted her face on the ground, sliding back and forth on the undergrowth. He flattened the rest of her body. His weight came down on top of her. She heard his deep, forge-bellows breathing, directly beside her ear, and felt the intensity of his dick impaling her.

Her ears had closed, and the world had stopped by the time he came, filling her inside with seed, and giving out a booming jungle cry.

The two lay panting for a moment. It wasn't long before he stirred, and rose off her. She rolled over and sat propped on her hands, with her legs akimbo, letting him see what he'd done. She glanced first to her pussy, where the whitish semen was beginning to run out, and then looked at him with a wet, wild expression like that of astonishment.

***

Afterward, it was time for a climbing lesson. She climbed up the trees like she had as a girl (...where?), only much faster, her fear of falling now correctly displaced by the desire to go where she would. Of course, he climbed much faster, and must have thought her a weakling, but she was learning.

Only at swimming could she exceed him. The wild man swam in an improvised doggie-paddle, but while he was powerful, her refined technique won the laps. He was beginning to learn from her however, and soon the water too would fall under his domain.

As evening fell, he produced some fruits for her. He also had caught some meat, but didn't seem sure that she'd want it for some reason. She took a strip from it with her dull incisors, and grinned up at him like a puppy. It was good meat.

In the night, she awoke. His warm body was spooned safely against her. She could feel his penis rubbing on her bottom, growing larger as it went. His broad hand rubbed against her stomach, then up across to her breasts. 

Still sore, she decided to suckle him. Her mouth found his dick willing, pumping sleepily into her mouth. She drew it out, and licked all up, down and around it. He moaned deeply. She closed her lips around his head and continued to suck.

A thought drew hesitantly into her head. Who was she? Well that seemed obvious enough. His hands closed into her hair, and around her scalp. It felt good. No, who was she... before? He bucked involuntarily, and his head went too deep down her throat. She coughed, taking it in both hands to keep it from going too far past her lips. She was... Jane... Por-ter. Jane Porter.

And all at once it came back to her. The terrifying flight through the jungle, borne over his shoulder. Landing in the natural amphitheatre inside the heavy thicket. "Nice jungle man. We mustn't do that!" she said as he paced toward her, a large erection hanging from his naked frame.

He caught her, and pulled at her pants. The expensive imported belt broke at its buckle. She knew, if vaguely, what was about to happen, and prayed to God with every prayer she'd ever said. "No!" she gasped. Her underwear was torn away. The savage pulled the patent-leather boots off her feet and threw them away. She covered her face with her hands. "No. No. No no no. Please no!" She shook, crying. He pulled her canvas pants off, the ones with all the little pockets -- pockets containing a compass, a canteen, a pen knife, her sketch book, dried fruit, charcoals, a whistle... her letter to Hazel....

He pulled her toward him. She slapped at his chest pathetically, then clawed at him, with the once slender nails that the expedition had demanded cutting. She pushed him away, screaming wildly now. He grabbed her arms as if their full strength were a kitten's, and began to mount her.

Her body knew what to expect; already she was wet. With humiliatingly little resistance, his shaft slid into her body. Her taut birth canal struggled to accommodate all of him. She gasped, and was stunned for a moment.

The savage man began tugging at her collar. Thoughts returned, but faintly, like sounds on a breezy night. What would Hazel think? He pulled the locket from her neck, and snapped the chain of thin pearls. Imagine her mother's humiliation... The buttons of the loose expedition shirt popped apart. Her tight breasts were only an undershirt away; he ripped the second shirt off, over her head. Pins began to come loose, as the tie of fabric fell from her hair. His thrusts slowed momentarily, as he curiously pulled her long brown hair from the little things imprisoning it.

She was naked. Completely. Alone, and afraid, a white savage fucking her young pussy. Even the tears had stopped. She shut her eyes tightly, rocking back and forth on the jungle undergrowth. Faintly she spoke, the words holding little meaning, "stop... stop...." His big hands were on her ribcage. His thumbs squeezed at her nipples. She became aware of her own breathing. Slowly, in her mind, the layers of civilization were fucked away from her. She slid backward and foreword, squeezing her legs, her hips rocking upward as his met hers. She had butterflies in her stomach, tensing in rhythm. "Stop..." she repeated, the word encasing no meaning. "Yes... d- ma-" Words became sounds, as his fucking started to go deeper, holding longer in her depths. She groaned and yelped primitively, clawing his back.

His grunts rose in pitch and became frighteningly desperate as he bucked, and then released into her. She felt a new sensation, as his sperm burst against her insides. He spasmed, and she held on with inhuman resolve, crying out as her body reached its own crisis and a dense fog overcame all knowing.

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He came into her mouth, pulling at her hair in his bliss, but she was tough. She swallowed it, and licked him affectionately as she thought.

She drew her body up along his, and looked into his intelligent gray eyes. She stared for a long while, and then did something she hadn't for some time. She cried. Not much, and not for long, but she did.

In the morning, a decision was made. As her lover, in the jungle, he understood, and was saddened. She had to go back.

The jungle canopy, borne by him, would be the fastest way. But first, she needed to do something only a civilized person could. She pointed to herself, and said slowly and carefully, "Jane." Then she took her hand, tapped on his sternum, and said aloud the name she'd been formulating for him since the night before: "Tarzan."



The Math Tutor



My Sophomore year in college started very dismal. I had moved into my own apartment and missed the chaos of the freshman dorm. The friend that was to be my room mate had a family crisis and she wouldn’t be returning to school this year. I was alone and had scheduled more than I could handle especially in the math department. I admit, I am math dumb but in order to get my degree I had to do it and I figured the sooner the better. 

Outside the calculus room a bulletin board held several numbers of math tutors. I took a number at random and called Eric that night. Eric was the what you’d expect a math wiz to be. Geeky. He was good looking under the glasses, polo shirt, and Saturdays hair cut. We were both shy at first and I was sure that he was attracted to me. To be honest I was attracted to him too. He was honest and real he wasn’t ashamed of himself nor did he try to present himself as anything but who he was. I had already grown tired of the frat boy mentality that plagued the campus. Most of them have nothing to say to you except for tired pick up lines around a keg or sporting event. 

The first few weeks were strictly business although I caught Eric staring at me and occasionally his hand would graze mine in awkward attempts. Twice a week I showed up at his door for tutoring and until the third week math was the topic of conversation. The fourth week Eric and I didn’t talk about math. I knocked on his door and he opened it without saying hello or his usual shy smile, something was wrong. He explained that he meant to call and cancel our session but had spaced it out. I asked what was wrong, he shrugged and said it was a long story. He flopped on the couch and I went into the small kitchen to make coffee. 

“I can’t tutor you today Lora.” Eric mumbled. 

“I’m just fixing coffee. You look like you need it. Did you even go to class today? ” I said clicking the brew button. 

“No, I just want to be alone.” Eric responded. I poured two cups and sat next to Eric curling my arm around his hunched shoulders. I noticed that the pictures of his girlfriend were now missing from the walls and his desk. 

“She bailed on you, huh?” I said squeezing my arm tighter. 

“How’d you know? Eric mumbled. 

“I’m math dumb not dumb.” I replied. 

Eric smiled and said “No, you’re not dumb at all” His eyes filled with tears. 

“Leaving you here to sulk and throw a pity party alone would be dumb. I’m a pro at pity parties. The Martha Stewart of pity parties.” I said smiling. 

“No guy in their right mind dumps a woman like you Lora. Have you ever been dumped?” Eric groaned. “Thanks for the compliment but what you see before you is a frequently dumped woman. It sucks and it always hurts like hell but you move on and learn from it. ” 

I said taking a sip of coffee. “She was sleeping with some other guy at Texas A&M. I found out last night when I checked my email. She sent pictures and a long winded account of their weekend together and I’m hoping sent it to me by accident along with the batch of her friends.” He sobbed. 

“Ouch! What were the pictures of?” I asked. 

Wiping his face on the sleeve of his sweatshirt Eric croaked. “The two of them at a beach, kissing, a few of his ass and one of her wrapped around him naked from the waist up in a hotel mirror”

“So she has no idea that you know?” I asked. “Not that I know of. I wrote an email to her but didn’t send it.” He said draining his cup. Pulling him to his feet I led Eric to his computer and sat him in the chair. I leaned over his shoulder and clicked my way into his mail. I pulled up the letter he had written. It was sad, pathetic really. I hated to see him like this and I was certainly not going to let his cheating bitch of a girlfriend see him this way. “I’m not going to let you send this. Yes she hurt you but she was a total bitch about it and it’s obvious that she’s been lying to you for quite awhile. So we’re going to send something with a little more bite and less whining. OK?”

“I don’t hate her Lora.” He said tearing up again. “ I know sweetie.” I replied wiping his tears and kissing him lightly on the lips. He stared at me with shock but his shock was interrupted by the “bing” of incoming mail from his girlfriend. He clicked the icon and we read a sweet love filled letter that mentioned nothing of her weekend tryst nor anything to lead Eric to suspect her devotion to him. “I have to get this over with, can I call you later?”

“You can call me later but I’m staying right here so you don’t make an ass of yourself. She doesn’t deserve your tears.” I said matter of factly. “Fine, just sit over to the side so she doesn’t see you in the cam.” He said flushing with hurt. I slid my seat to the side and watched him click around and adjust the web cam. He got up and retreated to the bathroom to clean his face up and returned slightly better for it. Adjusting his glasses Eric typed and his scheming girlfriend appeared in a window smiling. I watched as he typed half hearted replies to her sweet lies and smiles. I watched as tears filled up in his eyes as she told him about her boring weekend of study groups. “Tell her you have pictures to send her” I whispered. “She can’t hear you, and what pictures?” He said without looking at me. I felt stupid and wanted to leave but I didn’t want Eric to be hurt any more than he was already. “The pictures that she sent you Eric.” I said, aloud this time. Eric looked at me with pleading eyes and I pointed at him with a black tipped finger and growled “Do it Eric or she’ll shit on you all year long.” He looked back towards the screen and sent the pictures and waited. Ten minutes passed and she was smiling for two of them. The camera updated and a look of horror spread across her face. “Eric let me explain” popped into the window. She wasn’t smiling now. Eric frantically typed his anger. I slowly unbuttoned my sweater and slipped it form my shoulders. I unhooked my bra and stood behind Eric. “who’s that?” popped in the window. Eric turned facing my erect nipples, his eyes froze. I leaned over him and typed,

“I’m Eric’s friend. A friend that wasn’t going to let you string him along and crush him while you lie and fuck some other guy behind his back!”

“You just lost a great guy”

I slipped my legs around the chair and kissed Eric pressing my breasts into his chest. He reached for the keyboard and I caught his hands and placed them on my breasts. He squeezed them and kissed me hard sucking my tongue into his mouth. I reached down and pulled at his jeans. I stood up and tugged them from his hips, Eric’s cock sprang forward and I wrapped my lips around the head. I sank his shaft into my throat and fondled his balls. 

Eric let out a loud moan and ran his fingers through my blonde mane. I began stroking his fat cock as I swirled my tongue around the head. His hips bucked and his cock spit thick streams of cum into my waiting mouth. I wasn’t surprised at how quick he came but I the amount of cum his cock pumped into my mouth shocked me. I swallowed gulping his massive salty load down my throat. I stood up and saw that Eric’s girlfriend was still watching in horror. At some point Eric had moved the camera to show me blowing him. I smiled for the camera and licked the cum from my lips, then clicked off her window. Eric pulled me to him and kissed me I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly. 

Eric still tutors me in math and we’re the best of friends. We’ve become confidants and lovers but keep it at the fuck buddies level. We’re both very satisfied. Plus he always has lots of cum for me to play with and never turns me down.



The Math Tutor



Author's Note: This is my first attempt to post a story on here. It is a fantasy, nothing more. I am not a teacher, but did work as a math tutor in college. Any and all comments and criticism are appreciated, and I hope you enjoy.

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A cold, late autumn rain began to fall as Bethany walked up the short drive to her destination. She was much like any other girl her age. She got up, went to class, went to volleyball practice, went on the occasional date, and went home to sleep. She loved volleyball, and was doing well in most of her classes, but she felt that something was missing in her life.

After graduating from high school, she had received a scholarship from the local community college for volleyball, so she had decided to take them up on it, saving her money and taking the "basics" to get them out of the way before she moved on to the State University. She had chosen physical therapy as her major with a minor in nutrition. Unfortunately, that meant taking some harder classes than she had anticipated. She had done well in her high school classes, making the honor roll every quarter, so she did not expect to have any problems with her college classes.

That was, until she had to take College Algebra.

Math was never one of her strongest subjects. Every year in high school, she had needed to find someone to help her get her mind around all of it, if for no other reason just so she could stay on athletic eligibility. In some cases, it had meant doing certain "favors" for those who had helped her. That had been how she had lost her virginity. It hadn't been that great of an experience, the guy thrusting into her a few times and then blowing his load. He had apologized, but couldn't get it back up. He refused to even go down on her, saying it was "dirty" and "disgusting" because he had just had his pecker in there. So, she had to pleasure herself after she had gotten home. Then she cried herself to sleep.

After that, she had been more careful about who she had help her. That had been how she discovered women and the pleasure they could bring. She was happy that it had been her best friend, Jenny, who had helped her discover that. Jenny had always been smart in high school, and was happy to help her out. They had quickly become secret lovers, always exploring ways to pleasure one another.

It had broken Bethany's heart when Jenny moved away. She was sure Jenny felt the same way. But Jenny had gotten an academic scholarship to a university out of state, and it was just too good to pass up. They had made love the night before she left, bring each other to orgasm after orgasm before falling asleep in one another's arms, both crying at the thought of never seeing the other again.

Now, she was twenty years old, a sophomore in college, and struggling in College Algebra. She had managed to avoid math classes until now, not really wanting to face the prospect of trying to find a tutor to help her. Most of her classmates were as lost as she was. Not too surprising there. Professor Williams was like seventy, and there was a joke going around that he sometimes forgot which class he was teaching. He also taught Calculus and Physics, and it did seem that sometimes he thought he was in one of those classes as opposed to simple College Algebra.

She had looked into trying to find a tutor on campus. Many students worked as tutors to make a little money on the side. Most of the postings were from guys, and the thought of going to one of them made her flash back to high school. She was sure that it might be different with a college guy, that he might last a little longer, but then she would think of Jenny, and her heart would skip a beat. She had called the few girls that had posted, but they all told her they were booked up and couldn't help her. She was at her wits end, and had almost called one of the guys when fate had stepped in.

Bethany had been at a bookstore when it happened. She had been looking for "Algebra For Dummies" or something along those lines. It seemed there had been a run on them, and she wasn't too surprised. She was still looking over some of the others when she had heard a familiar voice.

"Bethany? Is that you?" the voice had said.

She turned to see who it was, and she had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping. The voice belonged to Brenda Thompson, her high school math teacher. Ms. Thompson had always been nice to her, always trying to help her out if she was having any problems, even if the subject wasn't math. Jenny would often tease Bethany about it, saying the older woman had a crush on her. Bethany only laughed the first time she had done that, but as time went on, she confessed to Jenny that she herself had a crush on her teacher. Jenny tried to laugh it off at first, and then realized that she was serious. Jenny told her it was okay and had confessed her feeling for the teacher too. After that, they often talked about fantasies they each had about the woman. Sometimes it would be just her and one of them, but sometimes it was all three of them together, licking, kissing, and fingering each other to higher and higher levels of bliss. When Bethany and Jenny would make love, if one or the other accidentally used the teacher's name, they would just smile and drive the dreamer to earth shattering orgasm. Sometimes they would even role-play, one of them taking the role of the teacher.

And now, that same teacher was standing before her in a bookstore. She looked much the same as Bethany remembered from school, from the knee-length navy blue skirt to the white silk blouse to the small wire-rim glasses that seemed to magnify her blue eyes. She had her long, dark hair done up in a bun resting on the back of her head. She never seemed to wear much if any make-up, and Bethany never thought she needed any. The young girl's heart skipped a beat as she looked at her former teacher.

"Hi Ms. Thompson," Bethany said smiling, putting the book she was looking at back on the shelf. "Long time, no see."

"Well, you moved on, young lady," Brenda said, returning the smile. "How are you? Everything going alright at school?"

"Oh, yeah, for the most part," Bethany answered, looking down.

"Now, I know that look," Brenda said, putting her arm around her. "What's wrong?"

"Well," Bethany said, trying to keep the trembling out of her voice. "I am having some problems with College Algebra. I just can't seem to get it."

"I see," Brenda said removing her arm. Bethany didn't know if it was from disappointment her teacher may of had for her or if the older woman had felt her shudder from her touch, she just wanted to have it back. "Let me guess, Mr. Williams?"

"Yes," Bethany said, her brown eyes meeting her teachers blue ones. "How did you know?"

"I can't believe they are still letting that old fart teach," Brenda said, shaking her head. "Do they still joke about him forgetting what class he's in?"

"Yeah," Bethany said, smiling. "You know about it?"

"I had his same class," Brenda said. "He was senile back then too. I guess that's what tenure can do for you. That and having had the Dean as a classmate."

"Wow," Bethany said with a small giggle. "He must be older than I thought."

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Brenda asked playfully. "Are you saying I'm old, young lady?"

"No, I didn't...I mean...I wasn't," Bethany stammered to get the words out, her eyes wide.

"I'll have you know that I am only thirty-six," Brenda said, smiling at the flustered girl. "That may be old by your standards, but not mine."

"I didn't mean it like that," Bethany said, realizing that her teacher was making fun at her.

"I know, Bethany," Brenda said with a small laugh. "So have you tried to find a tutor?"

"Yeah," Bethany said, looking down again. "But most of them are booked up and those that aren't don't seem to promising to me."

"Yeah, I know that feeling," Brenda said. "What about friends or classmates? Can't any of them help you?"

"Well, most of my friends from high school have either moved away or have lives of their own. And my classmates all seem to be as lost as I am."

"Yeah, they probably are," Brenda said, thoughtfully. "What about your family?"

"Both my parents seem too busy," Bethany said. "Dad has two jobs and mom is working nights, just to put my other sisters through college. That was one of the reasons I stayed so close to home. Try to save up some money, you know."

"Yeah, it must be hard to be parents with three kids in college," Brenda said with a sigh. "Well, what about me? I could try to help you with it."

Bethany's heart thudded in her chest at the thought of being so close to this beautiful woman. She had never even considered asking the older woman for help, too afraid that she wouldn't even remember her or if she did, that she would be too busy.

"That would be great," Bethany said, her eyes locking with Brenda's again. "I could really use the help. But, I don't want to be a bother."

"Oh, you won't be a bother," Brenda said, smiling again. "What about tonight?"

"Can't tonight. I have a volleyball game," Bethany said, her heart falling. "What about tomorrow?"

"Ohhh, I can't tomorrow. PTA," Brenda said. "And Friday is the football game, you remember how that is."

"Yeah, I remember," Bethany said, feeling crushed.

"I'm free on Saturday, though. We could get together then and take a look at it. If you don't have any other plans," Brenda said, searching her face.

"Saturday would be great," Bethany said, her face and spirits brightening. "But I don't want to interfere with your plans either."

"Oh, you know teaching is my life, Bethany," Brenda said, blushing a bit. "So I will see you on Saturday then?"

"Sure," Bethany said, wondering why her teacher had blushed like that. "One okay?"

"Yes, one would be fine," Brenda said, smiling again, giving Bethany a small hug. "I'll see you then, okay?"

"Okay," Bethany said softly and watched her teacher walk away. She pretended to look at a few more books, but her mind was too preoccupied to focus on them. All she was really doing was waiting to make sure her teacher had left. She could still smell Ms. Thompson's perfume, and it was intoxicating to her. After about fifteen minutes, she left and raced home, cursing every stoplight she came to.

After getting home, she had raced to her room, stripped off her clothes and fingered herself to three orgasms. In her mind, they where Ms. Thompson's fingers, sometimes her tongue, and sometimes she dreamed of them just rubbing their pussies together, like she had seen in some of her dad's porno's. She had gone to her game, but since she was on the second string, didn't get a chance to play, which was okay with her since she was having such a hard time concentrating. She fell asleep that night naked, holding the shirt she had been wearing, inhaling her teacher's perfume.

That had seemed like forever ago. Thursday and Friday seemed to drag on and on. She still went to class and practice, but her mind kept drifting back to Ms. Thompson and everything she wanted to do with her. She had gone out with some of her college girlfriends Thursday, and had gotten a little drunk. When she got home, she went up, took a long hot shower (fingering her pussy and ass, dreaming of her teacher), went to her room and pulled out the "toy box" that she and Jenny had shared. She and Jenny had split up their collection the night before Jenny left, but there was still a butt plug, two dildos and her favorite vibrator. She took out the vibrator and used it that night after scrounging around for some fresh batteries. She hadn't used it since Jenny had left, but that night she wanted to pretend that Ms. Thompson was using it on her. After a very intense orgasm, she fell asleep with it buzzing deep inside of her.

After class on Friday, she drove across town and went into one of the Adult bookstores that were there. She was a little embarrassed by being in there, and the guy behind the counter seemed to be staring at her the whole time. She found the items she was looking for quickly, and the guy seemed to leer at her as he rang them up. He gave her his phone number along with her change, but she threw it away after leaving the store. She raced home again, and began to get everything ready for her meeting with her teacher. She barely got any sleep Friday night.

Now, with the cold, late autumn rain falling, she stood at the door of the woman she had been dreaming about for the last three days. She shivered a little, but not from the rain. This was it. She could still back out if she wanted to. She could make up some excuse for not showing up. But then she realized that her hand was knocking on the door. 



The Math Tutor Ch. 02



Author's Note: Thank You to everyone for their feedback and comments, I really do appreciate them. What follows is Part Two, and while I am waiting for it to post, I will be working on Part Three. Hope You enjoy!!

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After the chance encounter with her former student, Brenda had left the bookstore and finished the few errands she had to get done before going home. She picked up her dry cleaning, went to the drug store, then stopped and picked up some Chinese takeout.

When she got home, she went about putting away the things she had with her, then sat down with her dinner and began looking over the homework papers from her students. After looking over the same paper for the third time, she sat back with a frustrated sigh. She was finding it difficult to concentrate on the papers. Her mind kept drifting back to the bookstore.

Bethany had not changed much in the two years since graduation. Her dirty-blonde hair was a little longer, and she appeared to have "bulked up" a bit, no doubt from the volleyball practice and other health classes she was taking now. Overall, though, she was still the same beautiful young woman she had taught in high school.

Brenda loved teaching. It was all she had ever wanted to do. However, her chosen career often conflicted with her lifestyle. In a bigger city, the story might have been different. But in this small community, she just didn't think that the parents would accept the idea of their children being taught by a lesbian. She never advertised the fact that she loved women, and would even go out on the occasional date with men, but for the most part, everyone just considered her to be a shy, single, spinster of a woman. Anytime she was asked about when she would find someone to marry, she would just blush and look shyly away.

Because she loved and needed her job, she kept her secret. Only a very few and select friends outside of her family knew about it. Her family had become very supportive since she came out to them. It hadn't been at Thanksgiving or Christmas or anything like they showed on TV. She had been home visiting her folks for a few days shortly after she received her teaching degree and they were watching some movie on TV when her sister had made the comment that the male star was "soooo hot" and how she would love to meet him someday and "rock his world." Linda had been seventeen at that time. Her brother, John, had laughed at her, telling her that with her tomboy body, the actor probably think she was some little gay boy, as opposed to a woman who wanted to "rock his world." Linda had told him to shut up and stuck her tongue out at him. John suggested that she use that tongue on the female lead, saying she would enjoy it since she had come out as a "carpet muncher." All Linda said at this was "ewwww, gross."

"It's not all that gross, sis," Brenda said, smiling at their playful teasing. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her, their eyes boring into her. She could feel the heat and blood rising in her face.

"H-how would you know that, Bren?" her brother had asked.

"How do you think?" Brenda had relied, trembling a bit as the adrenaline flooded her veins. Her heart was thudding hard in her chest, and she could hear it in her ears.

"You've done it?" Linda asked, a slight shock of horror in her voice.

"Many times," Brenda said in a small voice, looking over to her parents with tears welling up in her eyes.

Her parents looked shocked. Her mothers jaw had literally dropped from the news, and both of them had wide eyes. Brenda was starting to feel very small and a little dirty, like she had done something vile and sinful.

"B-but you can't be gay," her mother whispered. "You just can't."

"Now, Wanda, she didn't say that," her father had said, always trying to be the peacemaker. "She just said--"

"I know what she said, Bert," her mother said, her pale face flushed with anger. "But she hasn't denied it yet either. Is it true young lady? Are you one of...those?"

"Yes, ma'am," Brenda had said in a small, tight voice. Her throat was closing and she could feel the tears starting to fall down her cheek. "I'm a lesbian."

"How could you do that?" her mother said accusingly, her own tears starting to fall. "What did we do wrong in your upbringing?"

"Nothing, mom, really," Brenda wept. "It...just happened."

"Yes we did," her mother said, crying into her hands. "We failed you somehow."

"Now, Wanda, calm down," her father said, embracing his wife. "We haven't failed as long as she's happy. You are happy, aren't you Bren?"

"Yes, daddy," Brenda said, still feeling small. Her stomach was starting to do somersaults. "I am very happy. I'm about to start my career, I'm healthy, and I have a family that loves me...don't I?"

"Yes, honey," her dad said with a soft smile. "We do love you. This is just going to take some getting used to, that's all. This is quite a bomb you dropped on us."

"She'll never get married," her mother sobbed into her fathers shoulder. "Never have children. Never have a family of her own."

"Hush, Wanda," Bert said, holding her a little tighter. "Why don't the three of you turn in for the night? Your mother and I need to talk alone for a bit."

The three of them had left and went up stairs to their rooms. Brenda felt like a leper, as her two siblings seemed to work hard to avoid her. Once inside her room, Brenda fell on the bed and started to cry, wondering if she had made a huge mistake. A few moments later, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in," she sniffed, trying to stop her tears. She had expected it to be her father or even one of her siblings. Instead, it was her mother, the last person she expected to see.

"Are you okay, Bren?" her mother asked, closing the door behind her. "I would like to talk with you , but only if you are feeling up to it."

"I'm...sorry if I have disappointed you mom," Brenda said, sitting up on the bed and hugging her knees to her chest. She still felt small, and now she was starting to feel like a little girl again.

"I'm not disappointed with you, Brenda," her mom said sitting at the foot of the bed. She looked like she was still trying to gather her thoughts, and Brenda could feel the tension in the air. "It was that vampire girl, wasn't it?"

Brenda couldn't help but smile at her mother's choice of words. "Melody wasn't a vampire, mom. She was Goth. And if you are asking me if she was my first, the answer is yes, she was."

"Well...she looked like a vampire to me," her mother said, a small smile on her lips. "Would you tell me how it happened, or is it too personal?"

Brenda told her mother about how she had fallen head-over-heels in love with a sophomore boy who shared a class with her shortly after the start of her freshman year in college. They had begun to date and hang out together, and every time he would tell her how special she was to him. She felt special when she was with him, and after going out for a couple of months, she gave herself to him. The very next week, the rumors started. More boys were asking her out, and after turning down what must have been the tenth offer, the boy had said "Gee, I thought you were supposed to be an easy lay." When she asked what he meant by that, he told her to go ask David Collins, the boy she had been dating. She tried to call him, but he wouldn't answer. When she finally found him, he was bragging to a couple of his friends how he had finally "bagged that scrawny chick" he had been seeing. He told them how she had blown him, then practically begged him to fuck her. She ran as they laughed, going to her dorm room and falling on the same bed they had made love in and cried. At some point her roommate came in and asked what was wrong, and Brenda told her, but only after a little coaxing. The girl held her, letting her cry, and telling her that although not all guys were like that, most of them were. The next thing Brenda knew, Melody was kissing her, but in a much different way than David had. It was soft and full of feeling, and she accepted it, and finally returned it.

"I gave him my virginity, mom," Brenda said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "And he took my dignity. And broke my heart."

Her mother had moved next to her, and was now holding her, trying to comfort her. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, honey. I understand if it's too painful."

"No, I'm okay, mom," Brenda said laying her head on her mothers shoulder. She found the older woman's warmth comforting. "Melody said that what David had done to me was 'consensual rape.' I told her that didn't make sense and she just smiled at me. She told me that I was special, and then made love to me. After that, I knew what she meant by it."

"She sounds very wise," her mother said simply, hold her daughter tight. "What ever happened to her?"

"She had to drop out after the first semester," Brenda said. "Her grades were slipping and it was costing her too much to stay, so she moved back home."

They had sat in silence for a few moments, her mother holding her. She felt her mother kiss her forehead, and she looked up into her eyes.

"You need sleep, honey," her mother said, smiling at her. "And so do I. Will you be alright?"

"Yes, mom," Brenda said, smiling back. "I'll be fine."

Her mother got up and left. Brenda had went to sleep and dreamed of Melody. The next day, everything almost seemed back to normal with her family. Now, she rarely got to see them. Holidays and family reunions mostly. Her job had taken her to a different state, but they had tried to stay in touch.

Brenda shook her head, trying to clear it of the memories and went back to checking the homework papers in front of her. When she finally finished them, she cleaned up her dinner, went upstairs, took a shower, and went to bed for the night.

Thursday was rather uneventful. She taught her classes, conducted her study halls, and graded what papers she could. What surprised her was that on a number of occasions that day, she could have sworn she saw Bethany. When she would look again, it would always be one of her current students. She was beginning to look at some of her students in ways that she knew were dangerous.

The PTA meeting that night was no better. Many of the mothers kept in good shape, and she kept finding her mind drifting. When the meeting was finally over, she rushed home and fingered herself, hoping to relieve some of the sexual tension. It had been awhile since she had been with anyone, not since last summer when she went on vacation. Almost four months ago. After bringing herself to orgasm, she went upstairs, took a shower, and went to bed. She dreamed of Bethany, her hand buried between her thighs.

Friday was a little better, but she suspected that it was due more to the upcoming meeting with Bethany than to her masturbatory efforts the night before. She would still catch herself "seeing" her former student now and then, but the ache in her loins had subsided a bit. That night, she went to the football game, as was expected of her, but her eyes only focused on the cheerleaders and their very short skirts. The dull throb that had been in her pussy most of the day was starting to grow as she watched the young girls jump and yell, and she had to bite her bottom lip when they would do splits or cartwheels. She didn't watch much of the game, but they did win 30-27. Like the rest of the faculty, she went down to the field to congratulate the players, and as she was just finishing, someone bumped into her, causing her to stumble into one of the cheerleaders. She blushed and apologized, trying to keep up her façade, but inside she wanted to kiss the girl in front of everyone. She rushed home and didn't bother with dinner or a shower, just ran to her bedroom and got out her vibrator so she could quench the fire in her loins. After a very intense orgasm, she pulled the blankets over her naked body and went to sleep.

The next morning , she awoke to her vibrator still humming in her pussy. Reluctantly, she removed it, gave it a couple of quick licks, then washed and put it away. She pulled the sheets from her bed and put them in the washing machine, then put fresh ones on the bed. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was just after 10AM. She went in and took a shower, her hands lingering on her nipples. She shaved her legs, pussy, and ass, just like she had done every two or three days since college, then got dressed. She had considered wearing a skirt, but decided to put on her blue jeans instead, but did wear one of her silk blouses.

She went downstairs and ate breakfast, stopping the rumbling in her stomach, and after washing the dishes, got out her lesson plan for the next week to look it over. As she looked it over, she absentmindedly moved her left hand between her thighs. Her middle finger began to slide up and down along the seam, and she let out a very soft sigh without even realizing it. Her mind was not on the work in front of her. In her mind, it was not her hand between her legs, but the hand of the young woman that would be visiting soon. 

She kept trying to tell herself that it was just a fantasy. But, oh God, what a fantasy. She leaned back and opened a few buttons on her blouse before opening her jeans. She closed her eyes and slipped one hand in her white cotton panties, the other inside blouse. She rubbed her nipple through the fabric of her bra as a finger on her other hand caressed her moist nether lips.

But they were Bethany's hands, not hers. She could see the girl in her mind, standing behind her looking down at her former teacher and the pleasure she was bringing her. Her fingers pinched and pulled playfully at her nipple, causing Brenda to moan. When the finger that had been toying with her pussy lips slipped between them and entered her, she moaned again, calling out the girl's name. She could feel the velvet walls of her pussy close and clench around her finger, wanting to draw it deeper inside.

"Yes, Bethany," she moaned aloud as she added a second finger to her starving womanhood. "Please...make me cum for you, baby."

Her other hand had slipped into her bra and was stimulating her nipple directly. Her breathing was growing heavier and she could feel her pulse quickening. She could feel her orgasm building, along with the heat generating from her body. Her heart was thudding in her heaving bosom, and she could feel the bliss starting to build.

Then she heard a knock at her front door...

To Be Continued... 



The Math Tutor Ch. 03



Author's Note: Thank You to everyone for there comments and support. Here is Part 3. Sorry for the delay, but it was the Holiday's. Hope you enjoy!!

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Bethany yanked her hand from the door and stared at it as if it wasn't hers. 

"Just a minute," she heard Brenda call through the door.

Part of her wanted to run, hard and fast, as far as she could, but she was frozen in place by the part of her that hungered for even a glimpse of the beautiful woman on the other side of the door. Her pulse quickened as she heard the rustling inside and the bolt of the lock being slid back.

"Bethany," her teacher said, a little out of breath and looking somewhat flustered. "Hi. Please...come in."

"Are you alright?" Bethany asked, stepping in out of the rain. "Is there somebody else here?"

"No," Brenda said, the color in her cheeks deepening. "No one's here. You know I live alone. Please, come inside."

"Okay," Bethany said eyeing the older woman. Something was wrong, she just couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Wow," she said stepping into the living room. "Nice place you have here, Ms. Thompson."

"Thanks," Brenda said with a smile. "And please, call me Brenda. I'm not your teacher anymore, and it's just us here, so there's no need to be so formal."

"Okay, Brenda," Bethany said, looking her former teacher up and down. "Never seen you in jeans before. Just skirts. They look really good on you."

"Thanks," Brenda said, blushing again. Her breathing had finally calmed back down to a more normal pace. "Um...can I offer you something to drink?"

"Jell-o shot would be great," Bethany said, smiling impishly. "But what ever you have would be fine."

"Oh, you," Brenda said with a smile and walked into the kitchen. Bethany watched as her teacher walked away, her eyes glued to the denim-clad ass in front of her. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at it, feeling the wonderful heat in her loins. "You can put your things on the table there, then we can get started, okay?"

"Sure, Ms...um Brenda," Bethany said trying to pull her thoughts back a bit. "This one?"

"Yes, that one," Brenda said looking in briefly from the kitchen. Bethany had made a point of leaning over the table, to show off her own tight ass, hoping the older woman would see. She had not counted on the rain when she chose this outfit, but doubted that she would have changed it, rain or no rain. She was wearing her favorite red mini-skirt and a red t-shirt that said "Hottie" on the front in big blue glittery letters. Her friends liked to tease her about it, saying that it made her look like a slut because the skirt would ride up when she bent over, giving the world a wonderful view of her panties. When she actually wore panties, that is. Sometimes she would wear a thong, and if she was feeling particularly naughty, nothing at all. Today, she had opted for red, French cut panties with matching bra.

"Oh, Bethany," she hear Brenda say, coming back into the room. She looked to be blushing again, and Bethany suspected that she had seen what she wanted her to. "Y-You must be freezing in those wet clothes. Why don't we get you out of them so I can put them in the dryer."

"Why, Brenda," Bethany said with mock horror. "Do you think that's appropriate for our 'teacher-student' relationship?"

"Oh, Bethany," she said, her face turning a deep crimson. "I didn't...I mean...I wasn't thinking like that. Really."

"It's okay, Brenda," Bethany said with a giggle and a wink. "I was just playing with you. Do you have anything I can change into? Or would you rather teach me in my birthday suit?"

"That's enough, young lady," Brenda said, trying to sound stern. It appeared to Bethany that her color had deepened a bit more. "There's a...um...a robe...in the...um...bathroom. It's...um...it's over there," she continued, pointing to a door down the hall, her eyes trying to avoid the younger woman.

"Thanks," Bethany said, walking toward the door. She wanted to look over her shoulder and see if the older woman was watching her, but there was no need to. The mirror on the wall by the front door told her what she needed to know. Mainly that her teacher was not just looking at her ass, but staring at it. And was she trembling? When she got to the door of the bathroom, she looked back at Brenda, smiled, winked and went inside.

After closing the bathroom door, Bethany fell back against it, her legs shaking and knees weak. Her heart was thudding hard in her chest, and she took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself down. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was in her former teachers house, about to be all but naked before the woman she had dreamed about. But there was something more. She could feel that Brenda wanted her too, but something was holding her back. And there was still something about the way she looked when she opened the door that prayed on Bethany's mind, just outside of reach. She blinked her eyes and swallowed a couple of times, trying to gather herself together, then took off her clothes. She was about to remove her bra and panties, then decided to leave them on. At least for now.

She took the robe down from the hook on the wall and took a moment to stare at it. It was white, fluffy, and seemed to be made of some kind of fur. She looked at the tag and found that it was fake, but it still seemed really nice. As she was cinching it up, she saw the letters "BT" in thin script stitched in blue on the front, and it smelled of lavender and baby powder. She loved the way it felt against her skin, and was beginning to reconsider her decision about the bra and panties when she heard the soft knock on the door.

"Bethany?" Brenda said, making her gasp silently. "Is...is everything all right?"

Bethany took a deep breath and let it out. She smiled as she opened the door, trying to look a little naughty for the older woman. "Everything's just fine, Brenda," she said in a sultry voice. "Sorry about taking so long. I just love the feel of this robe. It's so...luxurious," she finished with a wink.

Brenda looked shyly away, fresh color rising in her cheeks. "Thanks," she said meekly. "It...it was a gift. From my parents."

"Well, they have wonderful taste," Bethany said, feeling the heat in her loins rising again. Something about Brenda's shyness was really turning her on. "Everything okay with you?"

"What..." Brenda stammered, trying not to look at her. "Oh...um...yeah, everything's fine. Um...if...um..." she swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to get a hold of herself. "If you'll give me those, I'll get them in the dryer for you."

"Oh, sure," Bethany said, suddenly remembering the wet clothes in her hand. "Here you go."

"I'll..." Brenda began, trying to take the clothes. As she did, Bethany made a point of touching her teachers hand, giving it a soft caress, her brown eyes locking onto the blue ones behind the small, wire-rim glasses. Her pulse quickened and adrenaline flooded her veins. Then Brenda pulled her trembling hand away, clutched tight around the wet clothes, her breathing coming in short quiet gasps. "I'll...um...be back in a minute." Then she turned and Bethany was sure she would have run if her legs hadn't been trembling so badly.

Bethany's own legs were shaking as she walked to the table, her hand clutching the robe between her breasts. She felt as if a bolt of electricity had passed between them when she touched Brenda's hand. She could think of no other way to describe it, and she knew with every fiber of her being that Brenda had felt it too.

She was sitting and sipping at the cocoa Brenda had made for her when the older woman returned a moment later, looking a little more pulled together. Bethany had her algebra book open in front of her, a spiral notebook next to it open to a blank page as Brenda sat down in the chair next to her.

"Is the cocoa okay?" Brenda asked, her eyes still trying to avoid the younger woman.

"It's delicious," Bethany replied, setting the mug down. "Brenda, I want to apologize for making fun of you earlier. Sometimes my mouth tends to run faster than my brain and I say things that are a bit...naughty. My friends tell me that it makes me seem like a slut. I'm really sorry."

"Oh, Bethany," Brenda said with a small smile. "I'm sure you're not...one of those. You just speak your mind, that's all. You always have. I think those friends of yours might just be jealous of you."

"Jealous?" Bethany said with a small giggle. "Of what? Of these?" she said opening the robe a bit at the top to flash her teacher with her bra-clad breasts.

"Bethany!" Brenda said, blushing again and looking away. "You really shouldn't do such things, young lady. Or people will think of you as...well...one of those. Besides, I bet you have bigger ones than I do."

"You might be right," Bethany said, smiling at the older woman's nervousness. She was about to change the subject when she finally noticed what it was that had been bothering her since her teacher had opened the door. Her blouse was buttoned wrong, and she could catch a glimpse of the older woman's bra in the gap of the fabric. "But I would really like to have a bigger pair someday. And I think yours are nice. They look good on you."

"Oh, well...thank you," Brenda said, blushing deeper. "But, I really think we need to...um...get to your homework."

"You seem a little tense, Brenda," Bethany said, deciding to try something. "You really need to relax. It's too bad you don't have another one of these robes. It's really soft and warm. I bet you love wearing it when you get out of the bath. Letting it...caress...your freshly scrubbed skin." As she said this, her knee was brushing against her teachers. She had reached out with her hand, touching Brenda's arm as she spoke in a soft, sultry voice.

"B-Bethany, please..." Brenda said, her voice soft and trembling.

"Please what, Brenda?" Bethany said, rising from her chair and walking behind the older woman. She began to massage Brenda's neck and shoulders.

"W-We..." Brenda gulped, her face a deep crimson.

"Doesn't this feel good Brenda?" Bethany whispered in her left ear, her lips just a hairsbreadth away. She switched over to the right ear and whispered, "Do you really want me to stop?"

Brenda's body was trembling as Bethany kneaded her shoulders. She moved her hands down the older woman's arms, then back up again. She nuzzled her face against her teacher's neck, lightly kissing the smooth flesh.

"Please," Brenda whispered weakly, but didn't get a chance to say anything else. Bethany had tipped her head back, and standing over her, leaned down to kiss her teacher. It surprised Bethany a little that both of there lips were trembling as they met. She pushed her tongue forward, and found Brenda's waiting for her. Their tongues danced, twisting and entwining against each other as Bethany held her teachers hot face gently in place.

"I don't want to do my homework," Bethany whispered, after breaking the kiss, her lips still playing at Brenda's. Her hands had slipped down and were slowly unbuttoning the blouse. She saw a dark spot spreading on her teacher's jeans. Brenda's legs had parted a bit and one of her hands had moved between them. "And I don't think you do either, Brenda."

Brenda simply whimpered and shook her head no. Her entire body was trembling, and gooseflesh formed anywhere Bethany touched her. Bethany had the blouse open now, and was still leaning over her teacher, kissing her neck as her hands slipped inside the cups, her fingers circling the erect nipples.

"Take me to your bed, Brenda," she said softly, nibbling on her left earlobe. "Let me help you relax."

Brenda nodded, trying her best to stand, but her legs wouldn't support her. Bethany helped her up, leaning on the older woman as much as Brenda leaned on her, their arms wrapped tight around each other. Brenda led her upstairs, almost not making it, and down a thankfully short hall to the master bedroom. Bethany gently pushed her teacher onto the bed, her desire for the woman higher than it had ever been.

She stepped back and opened the robe, removing it and laying it gently over a chair, before joining the older woman on the bed. Brenda had already kicked her shoes off, and Bethany's were still in the down-stairs bathroom.

"P-Please, Bethany," Brenda began only to have Bethany's fingers touch her lips.

"Shhhhhhh," she said, leaning down and kissing her neck. "Just lay there quietly and enjoy it Brenda."

She kissed her way down, her teeth grazing the older woman's smooth skin. She felt Brenda's fingers run thru her hair as she reached the top of her bra. Bethany pulled back, sliding her hands under Brenda's back and unhooking the bra. She stared into her eyes as she slid the blouse free of her arms, and then removed the bra. Brenda stared back, her eyes reflecting Bethany's lust for her. Bethany leaned in and kissed her again, loving the feel of their tongues against one another. She felt Brenda's trembling fingers working at the clasp of her own bra, and smiled inside as she felt it slide off her shoulders. The two women embraced, holding each other tight as they kissed, small electric jolts running thru their bodies as their nipples touched.

Bethany broke their kiss, resuming her journey down Brenda's body. She left butterfly kisses as she went until she met the gentle swell of her teacher's breasts. She did have small one's, at the most a b-cup, but that was fine with Bethany. To her, they were the most beautiful things on earth at that time. She ran her velvety soft tongue around the areola of the left breast, hearing a soft moan escape from the older woman's lips. She covered the nipple with her warm mouth, her tongue caressing the sensitive flesh. The already erect nipple seemed to swell under her oral assault. She sucked harder on it, gently nibbling, making Brenda gasp and whimper, arching her back upward. Bethany cupped and massaged the breasts, toying with the nipples, as she would switch back and forth between them, sucking, licking, and nibbling.

She continued to massage Brenda's breasts as she began to kiss her way further down her body. She pause when she got to the navel, licking around it, and pushing her tongue into the tiny, shallow hole, causing her teacher to squirm. She slid her hands down, her fingers lightly touching the smooth skin, and unfastened Brenda's jeans. The dark spot between the legs had grown larger. She pulled the jeans down her legs and tossed them aside before licking her way back up the left leg. Brenda had spread her legs open for her, giving her access to her panty-clad pussy. The white cotton fabric was soaked and molded to the older woman's nether lips. Bethany ran her tongue over the fabric, tasting the nectar it had gathered. She looked up and saw Brenda watching her, her hands on her breasts, toying with her nipples. Her face was flushed, high with color and her breathing was coming in short, ragged gasps.

Bethany smiled and winked as she leaned in and took the elastic band of the panties in her teeth, slowly pulling them down. She moved from one side to the other, kissing the newly exposed flesh as she worked the panties down past Brenda's slim hips and down the shapely, smooth legs until they were free. She was a little surprised that the older woman was hairless "down there," but very pleased at the same time. She sat back on her heels a moment taking the panties from her teeth and holding them to her nose, inhaling the musky scent.

"Mmmmmmm," she said, locking her brown eyes on her teachers blue ones. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you Brenda?"

Brenda simply blushed a little deeper and nodded her head slightly. Her hands were still at her breasts, and her legs were open wide.

"It's okay," Bethany said softly, laying the panties aside. "I like naughty girls."

She leaned down and kissed her way slowly up Brenda's right leg. As she neared the treasure at the top, she nipped and bit at the flesh of her thigh, causing the older woman to squirm and whimper again. Her own panties were soaked now as well, and had been for some time now. She wanted to take them off, but first she wanted another taste of her teacher's sweet nectar.

As she was about to run her tongue over the smooth lips, she had to reach up and gently bat Brenda's hand away. "Na-ah-ah," she said shaking her head no. "You don't get to do that now, young lady. This belongs to me now."

Brenda's body trembled as fresh dew gathered on her lips, pulling her hand back to toy with her nipples. She was still wearing the small wire-rim glasses as she watched, and Bethany liked that look. Somehow it made the older woman look more innocent, yet very sexy. Then she realized that Brenda was not just complying with her, but submitting to her. She was giving herself to her former student and was loving every minute of it.

Bethany kissed Brenda's inner thigh, her teeth nipping at the smooth flesh, licking slowly to the smooth-shaven pussy of her former teacher. The lips were slightly puffy as she slowly ran her tongue up one side then down the other. She savored the juices that flowed freely from her love nest, and then gently pushed her tongue deep inside.

She heard Brenda's soft moans of pleasure, and that seemed to drive the young woman crazy. She licked in and out of the wet slit, lapping up the flowing honey, alternating between rolling her tongue and flattening it. She slowly worked her way up, finding the blood-engorged clitoris, just hiding behind its hood, as she slipped her middle finger inside the older woman's pussy. Using her tongue, she coaxed the sensitive bundle of nerves from its hiding place as she slowly pumped the finger in and out of her teacher.

Brenda's moans were growing in both volume and frequency, as Bethany swirled her tongue around her clit. She sucked it into her warm mouth, moaning as she wrapped her lips around it. Brenda's body spasmed and she gasped, fresh honey flowing over the young woman's fingers. Bethany added first one then another to her teacher's pussy, pumping them in deep and wiggling them a bit as she sucked harder on her clitty. Brenda began to writhe on the bed, her head back, eyes closed as she whimpered louder with pleasure.

Bethany loved the way the older woman's body responded and was eager to bring her over the edge. She slipped her free hand under Brenda's gyrating hips, and gently touched the older woman's puckered back door. Brenda's moaned louder, her hips rising off the bed as her hands held Bethany's head in place. Bethany sucked harder, pumping her fingers deep into the older woman's pussy as she gently pushed one finger into her tight ass.

That seemed to do the trick.

With a loud gasp, Brenda's body stiffened, her fingers digging into Bethany's head as the velvety walls of her vagina squeezed tight around her student's fingers, her cum gushing over the young woman's working fingers. Bethany lapped and licked at the flowing nectar, not wanting to miss a single drop as it coated her young face.

She kept her face tight against her teacher's pussy, alternating between lapping her cum and sucking on her clitty. She pumped the finger in the older woman's ass in and out; wiggling the one's in her pussy and quickly brought Brenda to a second orgasm. She was finally able to pull away and catch her breath as Brenda clawed and pulled at the bed sheets, her toes curled and her body stiff. The muscles of her pussy worked around Bethany's fingers, and her ass clenched tight around the one that had invaded it.

Bethany simply watched and smiled as her teacher rode out her orgasm, reveling in the fact that she had caused it. She bent down from time to time to lap at the flowing juices, and then pull back and blow warm air on the clitty, causing Brenda to writhe even more on the bed.




The Mathematics of Love



From the first time I'd heard her voice I was intrigued; it was so soft, musical and her speech so precise. 

Jolted out of my Carenza reverie I must have sounded as stupid as my father thought me to be when I said, "I...er...well at the moment I can...but when school starts it'll be..."

She put me out of my misery. 

"While the school and college are closed for the vacation we could get together during the day; once that ends how would Tuesday and Friday evenings suit you?" 

"Oh...er...yes...that would...er...suit...yes..."

"Can I see your exercise books?"

Mother had told me that Carenza had asked her to tell me to bring my more recent maths exercise books so she could assess my work.

I thought of all those red crosses beside my calculations and would much rather have not let her see them, but needs must.

I handed them over and she began turning the pages with me unable to look at her. As she finished she placed the books on the desk and said, "Your mother told me you've had a lot of school changes."

"Yes, about fourteen since I started at age five."

"I see, so that means you spent an average of..."

I knew the answer to that one, "Just over eight months in each school."

"Ah, so you know how to find an average?"

"Do I?"

"Yes, you've just worked one out."

"Oh."

"There are some subjects you are good at?"

"Er...English and history and I'm not bad at geography." 

"Mmm, I see. You know Robin mathematics is a cumulative subject, or at least it is until you get into higher mathematics. If in the early stages you miss a step or several steps it can be very difficult to catch up. I think that is what has happened to you."

"Is it...yes, I suppose you're right."

I remembered all those school changes and how the many classes I'd attended were doing different things in mathematics that I couldn't comprehend. 

"What I propose doing, Robin, is to take you back very close to where you began and work forward from there. It will be a step at a time and if we work at it during the rest of the vacation you should be well advanced by the time you go back to school. I suggest two hours everyday, will that suit you?"

"We'll be going away for two weeks just after Christmas," I replied, "but before then and after..."

"Good...good; that will give us four...no five weeks." 

"Yes...er...my father wants to know how much you charge for..."

She laughed and said, "Payment by results. If you pass maths at the end of the year your father can pay me one dollar; if you fail I shall pay him one dollar." 

"But that's not fair," I protested, "your time and..."

"Ah, but I have not finished Robin. For payment how would it be if you worked two hours every week in my garden; you look like a strong boy and I find some tasks too heavy for me, so if..."

"Yes...yes, that'll be okay," I replied, "by the way, when you said you'd coach me two hours every day during the vacation, does that include Saturdays and Sundays?"

She laughed and said, "You like the contract to be clear. I suggest on Saturdays you give me the two hours gardening, and Sundays we can both rest from our labours."

I was doing some rapid mental calculations to see how my current beloved called "Esmerelda" could be fitted in to the schedule, and as it seemed to be okay I said, "Yes. That'll be fine, er...what shall I call you, Miss, Ms or..."

"I think Carenza will be all right," she smiled.

"Ah yes...er..."

"And I think we shall do no more today, we can make a start tomorrow, shall we say, at ten o'clock?"

"Yes, I'll be here."

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And so my coaching began, and as Carenza had said, she took me right back to the start with addition, subtraction and so on. This didn't last long because I'd at least mastered that. We got to fractions, decimals, percentages and averages. The latter I already knew how to do, but I have no idea why I knew.

Pamela had been right about Carenza being a wonderful teacher. She seemed to breathe life into what I'd always seen as a dry subject. Figures and their calculation were no longer dead things on a page, with Carenza they seemed to come to life.

I got a double excitement being with Carenza. The first was that with her step by step approach I began to gain confidence in dealing with maths. The second was being near her. 

The vacation over Tuesday and Friday evenings became my time for being coached, plus Saturday afternoons in her garden. As the weeks extended into months there grew up between us a friendship that bordered on affection. I shan't try to justify myself, but simply say that I had sexual feelings for her, but then so did the college guys if Pamela was right, and at a guess, so did most of the men in the avenue.

It seemed that Carenza had no close friends and it became clear to me that I was rapidly becoming such a friend when at the end of one coaching session she asked me if would go with her to see a play called "The Dresser."

Going to see plays had never interested me, but going to see a play with Carenza certainly did interest me. Actually I quite enjoyed the performance.

I think it was during that last year at high school I began to slough off the last remnants of childhood and maturity approached. 

Other evenings out with Carenza followed the first, but despite the growing intimacy between us I still knew nothing of her background; where she was from and why she had come to Australia. 

I might of course have asked her outright, but somehow there seemed to a line drawn that was not to be crossed. I decided that if she wanted me to know she would tell me, and in the meantime I would enjoy what I had of her.

As a result of the coaching I had a moment of high triumph around the middle of the year. Our maths teacher was demonstrating a problem on the board. He finished with a flourish and I was able to call out, "That's wrong, sir."

"Perhaps Mr. Makin would care to step up to the board and demonstrate where I have made an error," he said sarcastically. 

I stepped up as invited and commenced going through the calculation until I came to where he had gone wrong; I underlined it and walked away.

The teacher's face resembled a thundercloud, but he managed to croak, "I...er...I seem to have made an error."

The rest of the year was not very comfortable for me in that class, but he couldn't fault my maths.

As the term reports came in my parents, especially my father, were amazed. Of course father had to find something to complain about and he grumbled about why if I could do this now, why hadn't I done it before?

I didn't bother to point out that the excellent Carenza coaching had brought my success about since he must already have known that.

In the meantime my friendship with Carenza grew and we were past the point of Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. I felt free to drop in on her any time, although I usually had some excuse for doing so, like a maths problem I needed help with or to borrow a book from her excellent library. She even had me running with her in the mornings. 

For good or ill I started to lose touch with many of my peers, although I still kept in contact with Isabel (sorry, I forgot to mention that Esmerelda had slipped into my past, mainly because Isabel's parents didn't mind us using her bed to copulate on).

* * * * * * * *

Carenza came to loom ever larger on my horizon. Often there are women or girls you think quite attractive when you first meet them, but after a while you begin to see the blemishes. With Carenza it was otherwise. The more I saw of her the more alluring she became and this often meant an uncomfortable time in her presence trying to hide the erections she inspired.

Frankly, I was in love, hopelessly, deliriously in love. Of course I'd been in love before, or thought I'd I was in love, but it had never been as it was with Carenza. 

Being in love might have meant that I was unable to concentrate on my school work, but in fact it had the opposite effect; I wanted to please Carenza; she inspired me to work harder. 

The upshot was that with her coaching and my hard work, at the end of the year I not only passed in maths, I passed victoriously, or almost. There was a guy in the class who came out a couple of points ahead of me. 

But maths wasn't my only triumph. My morale having been given a boost by success in maths, my other subjects improved as well; the result being I had no difficulty in gaining a place in the University School of Engineering.

My mother tormented my father with her, "I told you so," while my father went around muttering, "I wouldn't have believed it...I wouldn't have bloody well believed it, not in a million years."

Carenza joined in the festivities that followed my success, actually attending a barbeque held to celebrate my triumph. It was her first known attendance at an avenue social gathering and in front of everybody she gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was the first deliberate physical contact we'd had, and although it might not seem like much, I still treasure that moment.

Incidentally, my father paid her the one dollar she had asked for.

The evening was marred a little for me because I could see how the men wanted to get close to Carenza and the green eyed monster jealousy crept in. I suppose I wasn't the only one, and I think a number of men got a roasting from their wives later that night.

Around ten o'clock when the gathering was breaking up Carenza came to me and said, "Would you come with me to the cottage for a few minutes?"

I'd have gone with Carenza if she asked me to accompany her to the South Pole. In the room that had been the scene of so much coaching she handed me a black case, and on opening it I saw velvet lining and set neatly in it, the most beautiful drawing instruments I had ever seen.

"You will need these," she said.

I hardly knew what to say. I managed to stutter, "I...it...it was...not me...it was you who...these must have cost...I should have given you..."

"Why do you talk of cost, Robin? So many people talk of that. I give my dear friend a gift of love, so you may embrace and kiss me if you wish."

Yes I wished. I hugged and kissed her, hardly believing that I had been invited to do so. 

I thanked her volubly pouring out my gratitude for her having virtually turned my life around. I would have said much more, but I didn't dare.

You see, I'd given myself no chance with Carenza. She was older than me by thirteen or fourteen years. It would have made no difference to me, but I had told myself that if ever she did want to enter into a deep relationship, it would be with someone of maturity and with an intelligence to match her own. 

Yet she had said I was her "dear friend," and her gift was one of love. Why did I not understand her words then? 

I wanted to tell her how I felt about her -- to pour out my feelings for her that by then went beyond the sexual. Why was I so craven? Perhaps I was not as mature as I liked to think I was.

I began the university course. I had feared that my contact with Carenza might end at that point, but as I got into the mathematics of engineering I still resorted to her for help. It was only then I really began to appreciate just how good a mathematician she was. Nothing mathematical seemed to be beyond the range of her ability.

The first year at university went well. I'd like to boast that I came top of my year, but I didn't, but I was close enough to realise finally that I wasn't the moron my father once thought I was.

I got into my stride in the second year and was seeing even more of Carenza. Her presence in my life was having a detrimental effect on my relationship with Janise -- Isabel was history, she having decided she was a lesbian. 

My problem was that I sometimes had difficulty coming into Janise, and when I did it was only because I fantasised her to be Carenza. As people say, "I'd got it bad." This love business when it is unrequited can be very painful.

* * * * * * * *

Then in the midst of second year disaster struck. My father announced that he had received another promotion. It was a promotion that would take him to one of the eastern states. Mother told him we couldn't go. The reason was my university course which, she said, was not going to be disrupted like my schooling had been disrupted.

My father argued that this would be his last chance for a top position and that he was going. The arguments raged back and forth and loyal mother said she was staying here with me. 

Divorce loomed so I stepped in. I said I would be all right on my own, that I was a big boy now and could look after myself. Father pointed out that I couldn't stay in the house because it would have to be sold to raise the money for a place in the new location.

Quite apart from the disruption to my studies the really black cloud was separation from Carenza. I don't know what I imagined the future would be, how one day I would probably have to depart from Carenza's life, but to be without her at that time was a devastating thought.

I had confided in Carenza a great deal, telling her things about my life and how I thought about it -- things I would never tell anyone else. So it was to Carenza I resorted then, telling her how I felt, but without too much dramatics.

When I finished she said, "We have come to mean much to each other, have we not, Robin?"

There was the opening. Why didn't I tell her then how I felt about her? What a coward I must have been! I think that I feared how she might react if I told her the depths of my feelings for her. She might break off our relationship.

So I simply said, "Yes, we have come to mean much to each other."

Nothing further was said about the matter at that time, but Carenza looked thoughtful.

It was three days later that my mother took me aside. 

"You've spoken to Carenza about the move."

"Yes, that was okay wasn't it?"

"Yes of course it was, but she's come up with an idea."

"Yes?"

"She says that if it is necessary for you to stay here then she has a spare bedroom. How would you feel about living with her?"

How would I feel! The world suddenly became unsteady, it was moving under my feet and the walls of the room wouldn't keep still.

"Robin, are you all right?"

"W-what...oh...oh yes I'm fine."

"You wouldn't mind staying with Carenza, would you? I mean you seem to have become such good friends."

"No...no...I wouldn't mind staying with her."

"Are you sure you're all right Robin, you look quite pale?"

"I'm fine...perfectly okay."

"I told Carenza I'd speak to you about it, and you'd go and tell her if you decided to accept her offer."

"Yes...right...now...I'll go now."

I think mother was saying, "There's no need to go now..."

"But I was gone before I heard the end of what she was saying."

Living with Carenza, lovely, fascinating woman of my dreams, Carenza. "There must be a loving God," I thought. 

Thinking of God, I believe at that stage Carenza had become a goddess as far as I was concerned. 

Carenza was disappointingly calm when I told her of my decision to stay with her. 

"I thought," she said, "that I live here alone and I have room to spare, so why not invite my friend to stay with me."

I tried to play it cool.

"But Carenza, it might mean years, the course is a long one and..."

She shrugged and said, "No matter Robin. If we find we cannot live comfortably together then we can talk and other arrangements could be made, could they not? You are half way through the academic year, so why do we not try until the end of the year?"

Well that settled it, or at least part of it. The other part was selling the house and my parents leaving for far places. Father took off leaving mother behind to settle the house business, and then she left and I moved in with Carenza.

At first I thought I was in a second Garden of Eden. To be so near her, to see and hear her engaged in the ordinary things of daily life-- this I had never imagined happening. But like the first Garden of Eden there was a snake present.

I've often wondered if that snake was some sort of symbolic phallus.

Whatever the case, my phallus was certainly present, and initial bliss soon began to turn into desolation. 

I do not wish it to be thought that Carenza was immodest, but living on her own for so long she had been used to getting around the place in any way she felt inclined, and that included panties a bras on some occasions and other garments that exposed more than they covered.

I've often wondered if she knew what she was doing to me. She was Woman; my God she was Woman! Eve in the Garden of Innocence when there was no sin, no guilt. If I was Adam in that garden then I certainly couldn't claim innocence. I had a deep love for Carenza, but that love had an overlay of lust that struggle as I might, I could not suppress.

Strangely, living with her I still knew little more about her at a personal level except that I had found out where she originated from. It was one place that the locals had never thought of, Finland. 

I asked her if her name was Finnish, but she shrugged and said, "In Europe so many people now move from place to place. My father was Polish but..." She shrugged again, "Probably the name is Polish, but I do not really know."

When I asked her what had brought her to Australia she said it was an advertisement for maths teachers in a Helsinki newspaper she had seen, and having adequate English she applied and got accepted. It made sense because there was certainly a desperate shortage of teachers in that subject, but I had a feeling there was more too it. 

* * * * * * * *

The end of the academic year, and again I came through successfully, but that damned guy Trevor Graves came out in front of me again.

The time had come for Carenza and me to review our relationship and whether or not I was to continue living with her.

In one sense we had got on well together. I suppose my mother had trained me well so that without really thinking about it I did my share of work round the place. Looked at objectively there was no reason why I shouldn't stay on with Carenza, especially as she didn't seem to have a problem with that. 

It was the subjective side that gave me doubts.

As you can imagine, living in close proximity with someone I was in love with; seeing her constantly and desiring her as I did, was rather like living in a state of torment. It was a bit like some poor sod in a prison cell dying of thirst with a flagon of water outside the cell just beyond his reach. I sometimes wondered if Carenza had any idea how I felt about her, but if she did she never gave any sign of doing so; at least, no signs that I recognised. 

I was to spend some part of the long vacation with my parents. Since Carenza had not directly raised the matter of my staying on with her in the coming year I once more played the coward and avoiding the subject my self, went to join my parents with the matter unresolved.

As I left the cottage Carenza said to me, "I shall miss you my dear friend, especially during Christmas."

Her words upset me. I realised that although Carenza knew many people through the college, and, as I had learned, in the church, I was the only person really close to her. Not for the first time I wondered why she cocooned her self in this way and I said I would stay until after Christmas and go to my parents in the New Year.

Carenza would not hear of this, telling me "You have a duty to your parents; you must go, but come back as soon as you can." I left the place a very much mixed up young man. 

I stayed with my parents for a fortnight and towards the end I still had not decided what I was going to do; continue to go on living with Carenza and put up with the sexual torment, or leave her.

Unexpectedly mother proved to be the catalyst. It was a simple question that opened up the situation in a way I had not anticipated.




The Mathematics of Love



It was a couple of days before I was due back with Carenza; I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast and mother was at the sink washing up, when she asked, "Are you going to go on living with Carenza in the New Year?"

"I don't really know, mother."

"You don't know?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet."

Mother turned to look at me.

"Robin, is there something wrong? Have you and Carenza had a...I thought you two got on so well together."

I suppose when you're young the last people you want to use as confidantes are your parents. Talking about this once with a guy he laughingly told me how when he was eighteen he had decided his parents knew nothing. He went on to say that by the time he was twenty two he was surprised how much his parents had learned in four years.

Well I was approaching twenty two when mother asked her question, and I really felt I needed a confidante and who else was there if not mother?

Hesitatingly I replied to her question, "Yes and no."

"Yes and no what, Robin?" 

"Yes there is something wrong and no there isn't."

Mother picked up a tea towel and wiped her hands, and then came to the table and sat down opposite me. 

Looking at me closely she said, "You're not making sense, but I know you've got something on your mind, I saw it soon after you arrived. 

"Oh."

"Why are you doubtful about staying on with Carenza, there must be something wrong. Doesn't Carenza want you there anymore?"

"She hasn't said so."

"But you feel that she doesn't want you there?"

"No...no...she seems to like having me there."

"Then what is it?"

"It's me."

"You! Robin, you're starting to exasperate me. I know you're a big boy now and I don't want to interfere but..."

"It's hard to explain, mum."

"What is?"

"How I feel."

"Do you want to try and explain?"

"I don't know."

Mother sat looking at me for a few more moment, and then rising said, "Well when you make up your mind and you want to talk about whatever it is, let me know; in the meantime I've got work to do."

"Mum."

"Yes?"

"I'm in love."

Mother subsided onto the chair.

"In love?"

"Yes."

"What's her name, do I know her?"

"Her name is Carenza."

There was a long silence before mother said, "Does that mean that you and Carenza are lovers?"

"No...no...nothing like that."

"You haven't..."

"No."

"How does Carenza feel about this?"

"I don't know."

"You don...well surely she's said something."

"No, I haven't told her."

There was another long silence as mother seemed to digest what I said. For myself I couldn't see what else I might say. 

Then speaking very slowly mother said, "You-haven't-told-her."

"No, I..."

"You say you love her and you haven't told her?"

"No, how could...."

"You say you love her; you haven't told her, and you're thinking of leaving her."

"How can I..."

"How do you think she'll feel about that?"

"About what?"

Mother's voice became strident, "About you leaving -- are you being deliberately obtuse Robin?"

"No, but what can I do?"

"I suppose you'll say, 'I love you Carenza so I'm leaving.' No, come to think of it, you'll probably make up some other excuse. And suppose she loves you?"

"She's never said anything."

"She hasn't...has it never occurred to you that actions can sometimes speak more eloquently than words? In any case you haven't told her so why would she tell you?

"No...yes...no...what? 

"Carenza coached you -- is still coaching -- for virtually no charge. When your father and I had to move she took you in; she's shown every sign of friendship and generosity...no, she's shown every sign of love, and you can't see it?"

"Well, now you put it like that..."

"Are you sure you love her, after all, once you used to be in love with a different girl on almost a weekly basis."

"This is different mum. I'm sure I love her, more sure than I've ever been of anything in my life before."

Mother gave a long sigh and said, "Then don't you think you should be fair."

"Fair about what?"

Mother flung the tea towel at me and snapped, "Fair...fair...fair to Carenza you stupid boy; tell her you love her, give her a chance. Don't just pack up and leave."

"But suppose..."

"Don't suppose anything. My God Robin I'm beginning to think you really are as stupid as your father used to say you were. You're in love with a beautiful woman...a good woman...an intelligent woman...and you want to...oh I've no patience with you."

She went back to her work at the sink, leaving me with some things to think about. 

I was somewhat surprised that mother was obviously urging me to deepen my relationship with Carenza. I thought she would have discouraged me, pointing out the age gap -- something I suspected most people would do.

* * * * * * * *

On the day I left my parents' house mother's last words to me were, "Be fair to her." I returned to Willy Wagtail Cottage having made up my mind to tell Carenza of my love.

Arriving at the cottage my resolve began to evaporate. She was so attractive and sophisticated, and I felt that if I declared my love for her she might laugh at me, or take on that condescending air which would begin, "My dear Robin, I am honoured that you feel like that about me, but..."

If her response was negative then my stay at the cottage would be at an end since I would find it intolerable to go on living with her. I've heard it said that love is a lottery, and that's how I felt about it. The stake would be all or nothing. 

It was the second day after my arrival back at the cottage and Carenza and I were sitting in the lounge; she sitting there doing some preparatory work for the forthcoming academic year. I was engaged in a less worthy activity, reading an Agatha Christie novel.

Ever since I had arrived I had been wondering how I would broach the subject of my staying or leaving the cottage. Still playing the vacillator I was putting off the moment when Carenza raised the subject.

Looking up from her task she said, "Before you went away we talked about you're staying on here, have you decided?"

Mother's image loomed large; "Be fair to her."

If I'd had the courage I would have come straight out with it, "I love you Carenza," but I didn't. I took what I thought to be the easy way out and said, "I think it might be better if I looked for somewhere else to live." 

She sat looking at me and I could see the hurt expression in her eyes.

"Why do you wish to leave, have I done something to offend you? Is it that you are not happy here?"

"Yes...I mean no...you haven't done anything to offend me; it's just that I feel it would be better if I move on."

There was silence for almost a minute, and then she said, "Have you somewhere else to go, perhaps some girl you wish to live with?"

No...no...I haven't made any arrangements and there's no girl involved."

"If you do not wish to tell me why you are leaving, then I cannot make you tell me, but if you do not tell me I shall not know how to amend what is wrong."

"There's nothing for you to amend, Carenza. It's not you, it's me." 

"I shall be very unhappy when you go; I have had much pleasure from you being here. Can you not tell me why you must go?"

Carenza was not the sort of person to cry, but I could see she was close to tears. The maternal voice dinned louder in my ears, "Be fair to her."

I screwed up what courage I had and said, "If I tell you why I must leave, don't be angry with me or laugh at me."

"I shall not be angry or laugh, it will be good to know."

"I love you Carenza."

Again there was a long silence, and then she said, "So that is it. You love me so you want to leave me."

"You do understand, Carenza? It's the sort of love that...that...well...wants....needs..."

"The fulfilment of love between a man and a woman, yes, I understand, I have known such a love before. It is very beautiful, is it not?"

"Yes, but when you can't...when I see you everyday...when I'm with you like this and I feel..."

"You feel desire for me?"

"Yes. It's so...so frustrating."

"I understand, but of course there is much pain when you lose the one you desire."

She had mentioned that pain once before, so I asked, "Did you lose someone?"

"Yes, I lost a great love."

"Can you tell me who...how..."

"Oh yes, I can tell you. It was my husband of eight months. He went skiing in a place everyone told him was foolish but he was so sure of his skill, but his skill was not sufficient to stop him from going over a chasm. How this happened can only be guessed because again foolishly he was on his own. So I lost my great love. If only we had had a child, it would have been something..."

"And there's never been anyone else...you haven't thought of remarrying?"

"I thought there never could be anyone else and I didn't want to trust my love again for loss is too painful."

"That's very sad, Carenza."

"Yes, and have I not been right?"

"How right?"

"Have you not said, 'I love you and I must leave you'?"

"But this is different."

"How is it so different; did you ever ask yourself if I loved you?"

"No because...because I didn't think it was possible."

She had said she wouldn't be angry, but that resolve seemed to vanish as she said, "How not possible? Do you think I am too old, too infertile to want such love? Have you not thought how I have lain in bed at night thinking, 'If only he would come to me'? You think I cannot love like that?"

"No of course..."

"Then why do you wait until now to say 'Carenza I love you'? Why you not come before and say 'Carenza I love and desire you'?"

"I give what love I can and you say, 'I do not want it Carenza, I leave'. If you love then take me to my bed and show you love me; if not go...go soon...go now..."

* * * * * * * *

And so that is how it came about that I made love with Carenza, and it was that first time when she said:

"You cannot understand how a woman feels about these things, dear Robin. When she trusts and loves a man and feels that her love and trust is returned, she will give herself to him, and that is how I feel with you. I have let you get to know me as I have never let anyone know me since the time of my pain."

After that I occupied her bed every night and when she announced she was pregnant we married, and have stayed married for fifteen years with three children the fruit of those years. 

I don't go skiing, partly because the ski fields are a long way from where we live, and partly because I don't want to risk giving her the pain a second time.



The Matinee



We woke up late on Sunday morning. The night before had been truly exhausting - a six-hour flight turned into a fourteen-hour flight, which didn't end until 2:30 in the morning. That night, we came in, dropped our suitcases in the living room, and stumbled, bleary-eyed, to the bed, removing articles of clothing like a trail of sloppy breadcrumbs. We collapsed, unceremoniously, naked, and drained, onto our king-sized bed. We didn't even bother climbing under the sheets.

Late the next morning, I woke up to the sound of my upstairs neighbor stomping around with his enormous mastiff. I reveled in the warm breeze rustling my curtains, enjoyed the happy sounds of my neighbors walking around outside, picking up brunch and their newspapers, and walking to the pool to enjoy the early heat of summer.

I stirred just a little bit - an almost imperceptible stretch of my neck - and I heard him yawn for the first time that morning. After ten years of waking up together, I could already describe exactly what we both looked like. Sleepy eyes, rumpled hair, red cheeks from smashing our faces into the pillows all night. His dark grey eyes likely were not even open yet, but I felt him roll onto his side towards me, and wrap one of his hard, lean arms around me, letting his hand rest on my breast. 

I shivered, enjoying the sensation of his large hand as it caressed my soft breasts, his thumb running small, lazy circles over my pink nipple. I also noticed as he starts grinding himself slowly into my ass. Relishing the subtle heat emanating from his groin, I reached my hand between us and start to stroke his cock, very slowly. He started at half-mast, but I grinned at the feeling of him hardening under my touch.

He sighed sleepily. "Good morning, baby," he mumbled. I doubted he'd even opened his eyes yet; I know I sure hadn't.

I pushed my body back against him, feeling his now-hard cock in the crevice of my ass. I moved my hand from his firm cock to his hip, and pull him against me as I push myself against him. I heard him sigh, and I melted. "Good morning to you, too," I purred.

He pulled me over so I was draped partly on him and partly on the bed. I blinked twice, looked up into his sleepy, disheveled face, and smiled. He grinned back at me, but this was a very different sort of smile - there was a slightly feral undertone, something in the twitch of his lips that said I wasn't getting out of bed anytime soon. He propped himself up on one elbow, and slid the other hand over my creamy curves, slowing at my ribs, and moving down to press gently at the valley just inside my hip. I rolled my hips upwards to meet his hand, and he trailed further down my leg. 

When his fingers reached my knee, he pulled it towards himself, opening my legs and exposing my already very wet pussy. He ran his finger between my pussy lips, coating them in my nectar, so he could make small, light circles on my clit. I drew a deep breath through my teeth, my chest rising, and released an audible moan. He worked my clit while nuzzling my neck, breathing his own appreciative groans into my ear. 

The footsteps that had been pattering along outside stilled suddenly, and I feel the presence of someone outside my window. To be honest, I just didn't care anymore - I drew closer and closer to my orgasm. My sighs, whimpers, and moans grew more and more fervent, and he could feel me getting very, very close to coming. 

As my body began to writhe, and I started to claw at his thigh under my hand, he whispered into my ear one simple, breathy demand. "Come for me. Now." And he reached his other hand under me, pressing a single finger against the tight rim of my ass. I started wailing, as a bomb detonated in the center of my body. Never one to climax quietly, I found myself screaming, my body lifting off of the bed, my hands grasping at whatever was close by. I briefly thought I might have left a mark on his thigh.

I wanted to be filled by him immediately. Before I was even halfway down from my orgasm, I rolled him over and pushed him onto his back. I straddled him, and with my hands on his firm, flat chest, I slowly lowered myself onto his thick, veined cock. I relished every instant of him filling me up, until I sat completely on top of him. I rode his beautiful dick so slowly, tracing lazy circles with my hips, up and down. I aimed the smooth head of his cock at my g-spot. 

He dug his fingers into my thighs and flexed his hips, forcing himself hard against my g-spot until I just couldn't go slowly anymore. I felt another orgasm pooling in my belly, and I bucked, rode, and ground my body into him until we were both moaning loudly, neighbors be damned. I felt the wave of another orgasm flow over my body. As soon as I felt his cock twitch, releasing his cum in me, and heard his primal howl, the wave broke and I succumbed my own orgasm, ripping a scream from my throat. I arched my back and force my pussy harder onto him, letting the climax wash over us both.

I fell onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly. He buried his lips into my neck and gently nipped.

As I started to recover, my heart rate returning to normal, I heard those footsteps outside start again. A woman's small voice called to our window, "I'm new to the complex; I'm in 4-D. Come find me sometime, lovers." And the footsteps retreat.

We both stilled our bodies and looked at each other. My eyes widened, and one of his eyebrows shot up. We both laughed quietly, and I knew we were already making plans for our evening.



The Matinee Idol



My name is Travis Johnson. I am a young Black man living in Boston. I attend Emerson College. I am studying Business Administration there. I lead the kind of life that many people envy. I've got a full scholarship to college. I live in the dorms and I'm rather popular with the ladies at school. I can't blame them for liking me. With my six-foot-two and two hundred and twenty pounds of caramel-colored African American stud, I tend to get a lot of attention.

Currently, I'm on the football team and we've had a good season. Ten victories in a row. Not bad, huh? I hope we make it to the division championships this year. Everybody loves a winner. People on campus just seem to love me. I'm nice to everybody, opening doors for both ladies and gentlemen and also taking time to make small talk with a lot of the people. Not just fake stuff. I talk about real stuff too. Also, I work hard and maintain a grade point average of well over three. That's quite an accomplishment. Between my magnetic personality, good looks and academic and athletic successes, could you believe that people started calling me the Matinee Idol? In case you didn't know, the Matinee Idol is someone who is adored obsessively. I get that a lot.

On campus, I had girls all over the place throwing themselves at me. Heck, sometimes I had guys liking me too. I've got a little secret to confess. I love the attention. I don't care who I get it from. One of the female professors started paying special attention to me. A woman named Adrienne Luther. She was tall and slender, with light bronze skin and short black hair. Her eyes were a pale green. Adrienne Luther was an attractive woman. She was also one of the psychology professors. Her husband, Louis Luther was a tall, good-looking blond guy in his forties. He was the head coach for the men's basketball team. He was an okay guy, though I didn't know him very well. Adrienne Luther let me know discreetly that she was interested in me. I was flattered but I wasn't really interested. I had my eye on a pretty boy named Michael River.

Michael was this guy whom I simply couldn't help noticing. He was tall and slender, golden-skinned and brown-eyed. He was simply beautiful. Like me, he was very popular with the ladies. He was the star of the men's gymnastics team. Most people don't consider men's gymnastics to be a real sport. I didn't either but I was very interested in Michael. He was simply beautiful. I also noticed that he didn't have a girlfriend. He was also a bit of a puzzle. We went to the same high school and even though we didn't run in the same circles, I knew who he was. Michael used to be on the men's wrestling team. He brought home the gold medal for winning first place in the state wrestling championship during his junior year. He was a five-foot-ten, 120-pound guy who had won titles three years in a row. During his senior year, he shocked the whole school by joining the girl's gymnastics team and leading them to the state competition. He won himself a scholarship in gymnastics. This was truly shocking.

Another thing that made Michael River different was the fact that he was very open about his sexuality. Back in high school, he dated this girl named Cindy. She was a gorgeous, blond-haired, blue-eyed babe. During his senior year, Michael broke up with Cindy and started hanging out with the kids from the Gay Straight Alliance. I couldn't believe it! A star athlete and state champion hanging out with the queer kids! When questioned about it, Michael was vague at first then he kissed a guy named Paul in public. That's when the whole school found out that Michael River was gay. He didn't even hide it. He told the whole high school that he swung the other way. He lost some friends that way. He was so strong and brave that he simply didn't care. I admired him for that. I was also freaked out by the whole thing.

By now, you've probably guessed that I am not straight. I am a sexually flexible kind of man but I prefer women. I sleep with a lot of women, as many of them as I can. I'm a player. Sometimes, I get the urge to be with a dude. I don't know why. Sometimes, I indulge that urge and sometimes I don't. I don't consider myself gay or bisexual. I simply possess sexual flexibility. I don't go on dates with men. I don't kiss men. I simply fuck them. And then I leave them. It's that simple. I didn't want anyone to discover my business. I don't even want to think about what people on campus would say if they knew that I did what I did. I'd go from Matinee Idol to social pariah in seconds. 

One thing I had come to discover is that women were a lot more dangerous than men. For this reason, I don't cross too many women, unless they really deserve it and I've got no choice. Adrienne was pursuing me and I decided to give the girl what she wanted. So, one evening, I went to her place. Surprise, surprise, her husband wasn't there. She greeted me, wearing nothing but a bra and panties. I knew where this was going. I smiled and went in.

As soon as I walked in, I found out how much of a freak the woman was. She pushed me onto her couch and began unbuttoning my shirt. I smiled and let her do her thing. Soon I was stripped to my boxers. Adrienne stood before me, and unhooked her bra, freeing her full and firm-looking breasts. I grinned and nodded appreciatively. She dropped them panties on the floor and stood naked before me. I looked at her appraisingly. She looked good. She turned around, showing me her butt. Yes, this white woman had a booty. Rare but true. I wanted some of that. Adrienne was looking at me the way a hungry man looks at fast food. She wanted some of the beef and you know I was glad to give it to her.

I removed my navy blue boxers and sat naked on the couch. I held my cock in my hand and slowly moved my hand up and down on it. Adrienne licked her lips and knelt before me, taking my member in her hand. She pumped her hand up and down on it and caressed my balls before taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She began to suck my cock, taking it in a little bit at a time. She took most of my eight inches into her mouth. I looked at her as she sucked me. I have always loved looking at a woman when she sucked my dick. Something so erotic about it. She worked me up good. It wasn't long before I gave it up and came. Surprisingly, she drank my seed. I liked that.

Next, we got ready for the main thing. I put on a condom and joined Adrienne in the kitchen for a little action. I found her on the table, her back leaning against the wall and her legs spread. I took her like this, sliding my cock into her pussy in one firm thrust. Adrienne grinned when I began to fuck her. Man, you can never know all the sides to a woman's nature. There's a freak in every woman. There's a bitch in there too. Adrienne, the prim and proper academic and scholar started cussing up a storm that would make any ho in the subway blush. Oh, yeah, I kid you not! I gave it to her good and hard, just the way she asked for it. I fucked her good, slamming my dick into that pussy. Oh, yeah. It was good pussy too. Tight, in spite of her age. I got my rocks off half an hour later, our screams filling the place. I'm sure the neighbors must have been shocked. I didn't care. A little while later, I left. Booty call over. Time to head home.

When I got home, I had a surprise waiting for me. A message from Robert. Oh, man, I had completely forgotten about Robert Saint Hill. Robert is this dude whom I occasionally hook up with. He works as an actor for Men of Ra, a porn company that makes gay and bisexual porn movies. He's a tall, good-looking Black man who leads the kind of life I often envy. He makes a lot of money for doing something he loves. Fucking people. He does very well for himself. I met him at a football game a while ago. We went out to dinner and some beers and the next thing I knew, we were both drunk and in his bed. Yes, Robert and I slept together. We've repeated the experience a few times and it's usually good. Robert is discrete and a great lover. He's bisexual and out. Being closeted works great for me.

Robert was telling me that he was coming to visit me tomorrow. I smiled at that. I couldn't wait. Robert was a six-foot-six, jet-black stud with a muscular body and a twelve-inch dick. Yes, you read right. I couldn't wait to see him again. The next day, I went to pick him up at the airport. He was flying in from New York. We shook hands and then I drove him back to my place. He told me he was going to be in town only for a few days. I didn't really care. All I wanted was to get him in my dorm and get some of that fine body of his. You know, he didn't disappoint me!

As soon as we got inside, we started kissing. Man, sex with women is great but sex with men is so much more intense. Ask any bi guy in the world. What I liked about Robert was that he was very aggressive. The dude basically ripped my clothes off but I didn't care. He threw my naked ass on the bed and wrapped those sexy lips of his around my member. He sucked me until I was hard as steel and sucked on my balls too. When I came, he drank my seed. I screamed in pleasure. When the fantastic sensation faded, I was ready to return the favor. I took Robert's giant dick into my mouth and began sucking him. Robert grabbed my neck and drove me down on his cock. His massive prick was lodged in my mouth and I almost gagged on it. He thrust into my mouth until he came, then he made me drink it. I don't usually do this with my male lovers but Robert was not the sort of man you said no too. Trust me on that.

A little while after I finished servicing him, he was ready to give me the treatment. He made me roll on my back and spread my butt cheeks. He stuck his thick finger into my asshole and moved it around. I grimaced. Usually, I am a top with men but the first time I saw Robert's dick, I knew I wanted to feel him inside me. I've craved it ever since. Robert knew this and it gave him power over me. Something about a dick says power and this guy had a lot of power. He grabbed some lube and eased it into my anus, then he put on a condom and pressed the head of his cock against my back door.

Let me tell you something about Robert Saint Hill's dick. It's twelve inches of uncircumcised black monster cock supported by balls the size of apples. It's made a lot of people scream. Robert has done a lot of porn movies, both gay and straight. I've seen that big dick of his slide into the mouths, pussies and assholes of women of all color. I don't care how tough a bitch thinks she is, twelve inches of cock up her ass will make her sing. I've also seen that dick of his ram into the assholes of other Black men and sometimes white and Latin men. Robert is a well-known porn star.

The dude slid his manhood into me, and that's when I lost track of everything. His huge dick felt like a truck up my ass. It was tearing me in half. Thankfully, he was gentle at first. He began to ram into me, thrusting into me with all of his passion. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move my lips. My eyes were bulging and I couldn't scream as twelve inches of black cock slammed into my asshole. I stroked my cock while he pounded me. He fucked me, hard. I was in pain. I was being pleasured. I was abased. I was his bitch. His own personal bitch. And I was loving every minute of it. He fucked me like this for another half hour before he came and pulled out of me.

The next day, when I woke up, Robert was gone. I felt sore from the fucking I received and knew that sitting down wasn't going to be easy for the next couple of days. I had another game to go to and campus was buzzing with excitement. I went back to my classes and also attended practice with my guys. While coming back from practice, I saw Michael River walking around with a pretty girl and a tall, good-looking guy. Michael and the guy were holding hands. They looked so good together. For a moment, Michael looked at me and smiled. I nodded at him, then walked away. In many ways, this guy disturbed me. He was out of the closet. He walked around with his boyfriend, unafraid and proud. I envied him. I also knew that the world wasn't ready for non-heterosexual male athletes, especially in football. I had to hide what I was from the world, or else face dreadful consequences. 



The Matinee Show



You were running late -- a last minute phone call dragged on for over an hour. By the time you arrived at the theater, the movie was more than half way through. Blinking against the blare of the bright screen against the darkness, you peer into the crowd looking for my face. Pulling out your cell phone, you send me a text message -- "WHERE ARE YOU?"

"I'M HERE. YOU LOOK CUTE. I LOVE THE GLASSES."

You smile glancing around. Then try again -- "THANKS. WHERE ARE YOU??"

"LET'S PLAY A GAME, MISS A."

You're heart thumps heavily and you feel a warm flush. You shift your soda into the crook of your arm so you can reply more easily. You bite your lip nervously, squinting into the theater.

"WHAT KIND OF GAME, MR. J?"

I grin wickedly. As soon as you replied with your nickname for me, I knew you would interested.

"GO TO THE 5TH ROW; CHOOSE A SEAT IN THE MIDDLE."

You make your way there, excusing your way past a young couple. As you turn to slide past you notice the lingering glance of the man watching your curves. A moment later you hear the sound of his girlfriend smacking him hard on the arm, bringing him back to reality.

You glance around the theater while the movie carries on. It's half filled, and the seat you've chosen offers you a good vantage point. There are three empty seats to either side of you.

"WHY DON'T YOU COME JOIN ME?" you ask.

"I WILL. FIRST I WANT YOU TO PUT ON A LITTLE SHOW."

Your eyes close for a moment as you slowly blink. A shiver passes through your loins as your thighs close together tightly and you feel the muscles in your pussy contract. A "show" can only mean one thing...

"WHY DON'T YOU GET COMFORTABLE?"

You look around, nervously. The current scene is a night battle at sea, lit up randomly by flashes of fire and explosions accompanied by a roaring soundtrack. We picked a rerun of a pirate movie, of all things. It was entertaining the first time so it would probably still be fun the second.

"TAKE YOUR PANTIES OFF. PUT THEM IN THE CUPHOLDER SO I CAN SEE THEM."

You squirm, your pussy growing wetter. The screen flashes fiery gold and a moment later the pounding of tropical music begins as the scene changes to a deserted island and then back to the night battle. Realizing this may your window of opportunity; you plant your heels firmly on the floor and lean your hips upward. Quickly reaching under your skirt, your fingers grab the corners of the flimsy lace of your panties and yank them down to your knees.

Unfortunately, your attempt is ill timed twice over. Before you can finish, the scene cuts to the bright sunny island In that flash you are caught with your panties around your knees, your skirt hiked into your lap. As the light fades you glance nervously about -- safe on the right, but on the left... The same young man you caught admiring your curves is now staring openly, mouth slightly agape.

You hesitate for a moment, oddly transfixed with your panties around your knees before you regain your resolution and slide them down your calves and over your sexy shoes -- your "Come fuck me shoes" as I jokingly call them. You enjoy wearing them for me, knowing how much I appreciate the care you put into each part of your ensemble.

Watching your preparation for an afternoon lunch date is like being in the kitchen of a master chef. Each ingredient is selected, prepared carefully... the shoes, the skirt, the belt...each designed to bring out a distinct and separate delicious flavor -- the curve of your waist, the shape of your calves, the graceful slope where your back meets your hip...Your hair, glasses and jewelry frame the plate...trimming out the dish. Like a master chef -- you've create a unique recipe for delicious feminity. It might be imitated, but never duplicated. You are a dish created, plated and served for one... and I'm happy to be the diner at your restaurant.

You place your silky panties in the cup holder as expected -- though I don't see them simply as your underwear - rather they are like the dark chocolate that covers a strawberry -- worth nibbling off before I bit into the soft, pink flesh underneath.

As you push them into the plastic ring, you note they're already wet. You can't help but blush, though no one can see it in the half light of the dim chamber. You can feel your juices slickening the skin where your thighs touch the edge of your mound.

"GOOD GIRL, MISS A. ARE YOU WET YET?"

You chuckle and shake your head warily. "YOU KNOW I AM."

"TSK, TSK. I CAN'T HAVE YOU OVERHEATING TOO SOON. WHAT DID YOU BUY AT THE STAND?"

You weren't sure what I would like so you chose a variety. You reply indicating your choice of DOTS, Twizzlers, and a soda.

"COOL THAT HOT BOX OF YOURS DOWN A LITTLE."

Unsure, you look about vainly hoping to find me in the darkness. You see the man in your row is only pretending to watch the movie. Instead he keeps looking at your panties and your lap. Glancing down you realize why -- in your haste to follow my instructions, you forgot to pull your skirt back down. It's been bunched at your waist. Though he'd have a hard time seeing your box, the way the material is folded leaves little to the imagination -- he knows that your pussy is exposed for anyone to see... if only they had the right angle. You begin to reach down to pull down the hem, but then stop. Feeling particularly naughty, you leave it where it is, instead raising your eyebrows and giving him a slight wink.

Seeing this makes my cock throb. It's already straining against the material of my suit -- the hard shaft tenting the material, shorts damp with pre-cum. It's the decision not to cover up that is the sexiest part.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COOL OFF? MY PUSSY IS LIKE A DAMN VOLCANO."

You laugh out loud at the analogy, eliciting irritated glances from patrons lower than you. A moment later you hear my laugh softly somewhere behind you as I read your message.

"USE AN ICE CUBE."

"Oh fuck..." you curse softly under your breath, the thought makes you clench your cheeks and squeeze your thighs together, which only heightens the tease as your sensitive wet cunt flesh rubs together.

You quietly pop the top of your drink container and fish out an ice cube. As the pirates on screen begin to banter, you rest the cube a few inches above your clit. It immediately begins to melt and you feel a droplet of cool water run down across your skin, weaving its way through the short hair before dribbling across the hood of your clit. You close your eyes for a moment and bite your lip as you run the rapidly melting cube across your clit, making you squirm. Then you trace the delicate crenellations of your lips, the soft folds, the nooks of that delicious valley before settling in to a pattern of running it softly and slowly up and down your creamy slit.

After a few minutes, the ice cube is nothing more than a nub and shortly after it is completely gone. However, that hasn't made you any cooler. In fact you feel all the more warm inside, the inside of your pussy feeling overfull with wetness, causing you to imagine that if I were to insert my cock you would practically gush around my shaft.

"ARE YOU ENJOYING THE SHOW, MR. J?" you ask, typing with slippery fingers.

"YOU'RE MAKING MY COCK VERY HARD, MISS A."

"SO WHY DON'T YOU COME SIT BY ME SO I CAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT?" you ask, hoping that I'll take you up on the offer. You know it's a remote possibility -- the game isn't done yet.

"HMM. TEMPTING. BUT BEFORE I COME OVER, I WANT YOU TO GET THE CANDY READY FOR ME."

You smile and unwrap the Twizzlers, taking a sip of the sweet soda as well. You're sweating slightly, skin flushed. The temperature seems to have risen twenty degrees in the room, however you're the only one feeling it. You open the box of DOTS and pop one into your mouth, savoring the sweet gelatin of false fruit.

"ALL SET. COME DOWN HERE NOW!!" you send, emphasizing the last word.

"I SAID TO GET THE CANDY READY... I DIDN'T MEAN TO EAT IT."

You raise your eyebrows skeptically.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THE CANDY READY, MR J?"

"YOU'RE GETTING IT READY FOR ME TO EAT IT. AND YOU. AT THE SAME TIME."

You squirm and wriggle your hips. You reach down to rub your throbbing clit a few times trying to think of a good response. Before you get a chance, another text comes.

"GRAB A BUNCH OF TWIZZLERS. SQUEEZE THEM TOGETHER AND THEN WET THEM." You comply, separating each strand from the bunch and then when you have a group of half a dozen you wrap your fingers around them in cluster.

As a swordfight begins on screen you hear the laughter and cheers of the audience. Johnny Depp's witty lines are lost on you though as you shove the ends of the candy into your mouth, wetting them.

"I WANT TO TASTE TWO DIFFERENT KINDS OF CANDY"

You read the text wide eyed, sweet strawberry still on your tongue.

Looking around warily, you spread your thighs wide and squint as you concentrate on the task at hand. The strands are slippery now and it takes two hands -- one at each end of the bunch to keep them together. The ends tickle your pussy, flicking across your clit and the entrance to your box. Eventually you find the right angle and the strands part your lips slipping inside. Your breath comes heavily as you begin to slide the candy in and out slowly. Each wavy strand causing your lips to wriggle as they press against the sweet intruder.

You begin thrusting the makeshift dildo in and out of your pussy. You know somewhere in your mind that you should be more discrete, more subtle... that someone in the row behind you could see your arms pistoning, lean forward and catch you with five dollars worth of candy in your cunt... but you don't care. You just want to cum. You're getting close as my next message arrives.

"YOU WANT TO CUM YET?"

You tear a hand away from fucking yourself, leaving the candy half inside. Your off hand rubs your clit as you write back.

"PLEASE, CAN I CUM FOR YOU MR. J?"

You drop the phone in the cup holder atop the panties so you can see the screen. This frees up one hand to strum your clit while you Twizzler-fuck your squishy cunt with the other. You're holding on the edge, balancing on a trembling high wire... just waiting for the words.

"CUM FOR ME, MISS A."

Waves of orgasm lap at your liquid core as you buck your hips. You feel like you're falling from a great height...trembling...crumbling as you go. All inhibitions lost, only the sounds of a crowded melee onscreen mask your own open mouth wail as you cum.

You close your eyes, your head falling forward as you pant heavily. After long minutes, you pull the Twizzlers from your pussy, fighting a moan as they tickle your thighs. You rest the moist bundle against the discarded wrapper and place your hand over your mound, feeling its heat. Your pussy is still throbbing as you open your eyes a small ways, remembering distantly that you're still in public. You shake your head dreamily and look around. The young man next to you is completely entranced. He smiles at you and raises his eyebrows. He gives you a thumbs-up sign and you nod your agreement. It was a good cum.

"THE MOVIE IS ALMOST OVER. WAIT THERE."

You pull the hem of your skirt down and try to watch the final scene. Finally there is a crash and a rousing end theme begins. Several people on the edges begin to shift about, gathering their belongings. As the credits begin to roll people begin to shuffle their way out the theater. Thankfully due to your position you're not asked to move. You pretend to root around in your purse looking for something.

When you look up again, the crowd has thinned and glancing over your shoulder you see me smiling back at you. I give you a little wave with the cell phone in my hand.

"Nice talking to you, Miss A." I say in a low voice.

"Get over here, Mr. J. There's something we need to discuss." The tone in your voice is mockingly demanding.

I sit down next to you heavily. You wince thinking that I'm probably going to wrinkle my suit. Oh well, too late now. As one last wayward couple makes their way out, you see that the young man from your row is slowly kicking his feet out and shuffling out of view. He gives you a Cheshire Cat grin before exiting.

I stand up and look down at you. "The next showing is in thirty minutes. We have about 10 minutes before the ushers come to clean up."

Still seated, you begin to unbutton my pants and unzip my fly. I grab your wrists and look down at you smiling.

"First I want some candy."

I pull you to your feet and kiss you hard, squeezing your cheeks before planting a firm spank on each. You squeal and giggle as your tongue finds mine. I push you back against the folding seat until your butt presses against the top of the chair. Grabbing your hips, I lift you slightly until your sitting on the seat back. Taking my cue, you place your feet on each of the arm rests. Your heels find their way into the cup holders on either side and you giggle wickedly, convinced that this was far from what the original builders had intended them to be used for.

I nibble my way up from your ankles before taking slow soft bites at your inner thighs. My tongue licks you after each nip, making you squirm. Your knees buffet at my ears knocking me back and forth as I work my way to your box. I give your clit a long, hard lick before slipping my tongue into your pussy and lapping you madly. It doesn't take long -- you're ready to cum after only a few ferocious licks. I enjoy the decadent syrup of your juicy pussy, made all the more sweet by the candy. You reach down a take a Twizzler and place it into your mouth so you can taste your own juices as I devour you. You cum with a long moan, grabbing the back of my head and mashing my lips and flickering tongue into you.

"We don't have long now...The ushers will be here soon."

In the dim light, you see me pull out my cock. I don't bother to take off my jacket, which would allow me to lower my pants. The suspenders limit the range of how much I can expose. Time is an issue I know and right now I can't wait any longer. I need you now.

Pulling you upright by the hands, you laugh as I peck you on the lips before leading you to the brass railing that separates the up and down aisles. I wrap an arm around you and press you against the railing. You lower your head and moan as I lick the back of your neck. You can feel my cock pressing against the cleft of your ass and wiggle your butt I nibble your neck. From this angle I can't slide my cock into you, but it makes you shiver as it throbs between your cheeks.

You clamp your hands wide apart on the bar and thrust your hips backward, leaning down until your cheek rests against the cool metal.

Throwing your skirt over your hips, my cock slides into you in one quick thrust.

"Fuck... you...feel... so fucking good, Amber..." I growl, accentuating each word with a hard thrust from my hips. Closing your eyes, you bounce back and forth, pushing and pulling yourself with the rail, trying to time my thrusts -- forcing my cock into you a little deeper each time. Your soft feminine grunts make me tighten my grip on your hips, the sound heightening my lust.

Your eyes snap open as you hear the sound of the door to the theater being opened and the manic skittering of the wheels of an industrial waste basket being hauled up the slight slope of the ramp. You freeze, looking over your shoulder at me in a mixture of guilt and alarm.

I hear it too, but it's too late. I growl low and pull your hips hard against mine as I begin to cum. Wicked spurts of seed spray into your clinging womb. You whimper as I pull you tight to me, your pussy wrapped around my cock, my balls resting on your clit. We remain motionless for a timeless moment. You feel the stillness of that instant when the only movement between us is the hot heartbeat of my cock and the complimenting clinging throbs of your pussy.

Then as the cart turns the corner, I quickly step back and turn away. Tucking my cock into my pants your stand up and push your skirt back down. As the ushers step into the theater they see me turn and wait at your row. You quickly retrieve your purse and walk back to me on wobbly legs, still feeling lightheaded from your recent lust.

You start down the stairs, when my hand on your arm holds you back.

"You forgot something." I whisper as I lean forward.

You follow my gaze and blush. Striding down the aisle, you snatch up your panties from the cup holder.

You start back toward me, then turn around and snatch up the box of DOTS.

Smiling knowingly you giggle.

"You never know...Maybe you'll want some more candy later."



The Mating



Jim would be described as a hunk. He stands 6ft 2 inches tall and weighs 215 pounds. He spends 3 nights a week in the gym. His 28 year old body is buffed. His sessions there last two hours.

He broke up with his girlfriend two weeks ago, and he feels unfulfilled with his life. Their sex was good, but there was no meeting of their minds. Her aim in life was to be the best dressed woman on the planet. Jim grew tired of her shopping expeditions with his credit card.

He is a brilliant software engineer. His company is worth about 2 million dollars. He is thinking of selling it and dropping out. He always had a dream of being what most people called a mountain man. He starts surfing the internet, gathering as much information as he can to make his dream come true. After two months of searching, he has his "business plan" all set. He put his business on the market and it sold in 6 months.

27 year old Eve is an extraordinary beauty. Men see her, stop and watch her. She moves with the grace of a goddess. She had D cup breasts, a slim waist and a perfect ass. She works at a law firm as a paralegal. Her boyfriend is a lawyer with another law firm. Their relationship would be better described as friends with benefits. They usually see each other on weekends. He is always busy on some case. She lives in a modest two bedroom house. Her favorite time is spent in her back yard. She takes pride in her landscaping abilities. She is waiting for Mr. Right to come along.

One spring morning she was sitting in her back yard sipping a glass of iced tea. She heard a strange sound. She stands and looks to see what's causing it. A bright beam of light hit her and she blacks out.

He looked for property in No. Calif and Oregon and found 40 acres of unimproved land surrounded by Forest Service property. It looked ideal. The real estate agent took him in to look it over. The road in was pretty rough. It was just a two wheel track. It must have been an old logging road. It had a nice sized creek full of trout running through it. He put it in escrow and 90 days later he was a proud owner. He spends the next spring and summer getting a house built and outfitting his place with all the basics he needs. He bought a Dodge 4X4 truck and quad runner. He installs solar panel system for electrical power. He puts in a satellite dish and a ham radio. He settles in and is surprised how good he feel about it. His adventure started.

The next spring he is working in his kitchen garden. He hears a soft roaring sound. He quickly runs in the house and gets his shotgun. Something is wrong. He thinks at first it's the pot cops looking for a garden to bust. He has a few plants growing but they were well out of sight. He looks out the windows and can't see anything. He walks out on the front porch and looks in the direction of the sound.

He looks in disbelief. He sees a dome shaped craft hovering over his front yard about 100 feet in the air. He steps off the porch to get a better look. A bright beam of light hits him and he blacks out.

He wakes up laying on a bed. He tries to move, but his body won't respond. He looks around and can only see some opaque walls. They don't look solid. More like they were made of smoke. He doesn't panic. He feels a strange calm like everything was OK. He looks to his left and he can just make out another bed. There is a naked woman laying on it. He looks down and sees he is naked too. His ten inch cock was at full mast. The realization that he has been abducted hits him. He has heard some real horror stories, but thought they were all bullshit.

"Hello, can anyone hear me." 

He hears a woman's voice.

"Yes, I hear you. Do you know what's happening to us?"

"No. I was going to ask you that. I just woke up here. I was working in my garden and something flew over and I blacked out."

"I was sitting in my back yard and the same thing happened to me."

"My name is Jim. What's yours?"

"I'm Eve. Nice to meet you, I think."

"Yeah, I hear that."

They black out again and both wake up in a small forest glade. They were laying in the soft grass, both naked. Jim sits up and looks around. He sees Eve sitting up. She looks shocked and is trying to cover herself. It looked like any other forest glade. He sees birds flying, squirrels in the trees and a deer grazing about fifty yards away. It seems so calm and peaceful there. Jim looks at Eve. She has long brown hair just below her shoulders. She was very beautiful. He smiles at her.

"It looks like we need to get used to seeing each other naked. I don't see any clothes around."

He stands up, walks over to her and offers his hand. She blushes and takes his hand. She looks down at his big cock and gasps. She tries to keep eye contact with him but her eyes keep going back to his cock.

'Wow. He has a huge cock. I've never seen one that big. It's way bigger than my boyfriend's.'

His eyes take in her beautiful body.

'Holy crap. She's a knock out. This isn't so bad after all."

"Let's look around and maybe we can figure out where we are."

He hand feels small in his big hand. She follows him. They walk in a big circle and don't see any landmarks or buildings. They sit by a small stream and wonder what has happened to them.

She remarks. "This is a beautiful place here. There are fruit and nut trees. I see some berries too. I'm wondering if we can eat them."

She walks over to a berry bush and pick one. She puts it in her mouth and smiles.

"Wow. Those are good. Try some."

She hands him some. He eats them and smiles. He walks over to a tree with some fruit on it. It looks like a peach tree. He picks one and takes a bite.

"I think these are some kind of peaches. Try one."

He picks one and hands it to her. She takes it and bites in. Juice runs down her chin.

"Oh my. That is good. A bit messy, but good. It looks like there's plenty to eat here."

They pick all they can carry and sit under the tree. The both lean against the trunk and enjoy their food.

"Where do you live, Eve?"

"I live in Portland. Where are you from?"

"I live on 40 acres in northern California. It's east of Garberville about 30 miles."

"That sounds nice. You're are a country boy?"

"I wasn't till I moved there. I was in the big city living like a rat in a maze. I decided to dump it all and have a little adventure."

He looks into her eyes.

"For some reason, I feel like I've known you for a long time."

"I noticed that too. It's strange. I've never seen you before, but I feel comfortable with you."

"I sure wish I knew why we're here. It's almost too good to be true."

"It is strange. It's obvious we've been abducted. We've been put here for a reason. I wonder what it is."

"It's kind of scary. One minute I'm sitting in my back yard drinking a glass of iced tea and the next I'm here." 

She yawns and stretches.

"I don't know about you, but I could use a nap. I always get sleepy after I eat."

He smiles and lays down in the soft grass. She moves over next to him and lays her head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around her and pulls her close. The fall asleep in each others arms.

"They look very compatible. I think we made a good choice. Let's wait and see more. We need more data."

"Agreed."

They sleep for a couple of hours and Eve wakes up. She looks at Jim. His cock is at full mast. She smiles. She wants to touch it but she doesn't want to wake him. She lies next to him, admiring his hard body. She feels her nipples perk and her pussy muscles clench. She gently lays her hand on his stomach. His six pack feels good under her hands.

'This guy is a hunk. I might get laid if I'm not careful. He is so pretty.'

He stirs and slowly wakes up. He looks at her lying on his shoulder. She feel good in his arms. He also notices he is rock hard. He pulls her close and kisses her on top of her head. She twitches and hold him. 

"Eve, you feel so good in my arms. It's like you've been there before."

"I know. I feel the same way. You feel good against me."

She lets her hand drift down and she runs her fingers through his pubic hair. She twirls it around her fingers. His cock twitches. She can see the throb of his heartbeat in it.

"You have good hands, Eve. They feel like feathers on me. So soft and gentle."

He reaches down and cups her breast. She gasps and pushes it into his hand. He feels her nipple get hard.

She gently takes his cock in her hand. She softly caresses it with her fingers. He groans in pleasure. Her tough is like magic. His cock feels so hard it could drill concrete.

He touches her nipple with his finger. He feels it get harder. He rubs it with his fingertip and she moans.

"You have good hands, Jim. Please don't stop. Your touch is so soft and gentle."

The caress each other and their passion grows slowly. They don't feel any need to rush, They are just enjoying being together. She takes a firm grip on his cock and starts slowly stroking up and down. He rolls her on her back and licks her nipple. She purrs and holds his head to her. She is glowing under his touch. He gently sucks her nipple while tweaking the other. She moans and holds his hand, helping him. She takes his big cock with both hands. Her fingers almost reach around it's girth. Her pussy gets wet as she thinks of it in her pussy. She imagines is sliding in her, stretching her to fit it. She knows she wants it. She wants it all the way in her, filling her as no one ever has. She thinks of him stroking deep in her, making her cum and cum. She imagines his cum going in her cervix and finding her egg. She feels her pussy juice run down her ass crack.

She moves over him and kisses his cock head. She teases it with the tip of her tongue. He moans and his hips jerk up. She slowly takes it in her mouth. She takes all she can down her throat. He pushes up, trying to get it further in. She manages to stop her gag reflex and take is all. She has never done this before, but feels a strong need. She wants it all down her throat. She holds it till she needs to breathe. She pulls out and takes a deep breath. She quickly takes it in again. She feels proud of her throating ability. She works it in and out of her throat. He groans as he feels his orgasm building. She feels his cock getting ready to unload in her. She rakes her finger nails under his balls. He tenses and shoot his cum. She hangs on and takes the first squirt in her throat. She pulls out a little takes the rest in her mouth. It feels hot and tastes a little salty. She holds it in her mouth. She sits up and shows it to him. She smiles and lets it run down her chin. It drips on her breasts. She swallows the rest and shows him her empty mouth.

"Oh god, that was amazing. No one has ever throated me. That was so good."

"I never throated anyone before either. It was so easy with you."

She slowly spreads his cum over her breasts. His cock is half hard as he watches her.

He rolls her off and moves into her saddle. She moves her legs up and locks her ankles around his ass. He moves down a little and kisses one nipple and twists the other. He tastes his cum on her nipple. She grabs two handfuls of his hair. He sucks and twists each nipple in turn. Her nipples swell to the size of grapes.

"Oh god. So good. Your mouth is so good. Please don't stop. Please."

He moves down, leaving a trail of kisses. She opens her legs, knowing what is about to happen. She wants his mouth on her pussy. She lifts her legs and opens wide, presenting her pussy to him. Her pussy juice is running down her ass crack. He licks up all he can. He spears her asshole with his tongue. She gasps and humps up. He slowly licks her pussy lips, causing her to moan. He pulls her clit hood up and watches her clit pop out and fill with blood. Hes sucks it up and she screams and cums. He waits for her to finish and makes her cum again. He sticks two fingers in her pussy and finger fucks her. Her legs are waving in the air. He curls his fingers up and rubs her G spot. She cries out as she cums again. She has never cum so many times. He makes her cum and cum. He lets her return to sanity and moves up.

She grabs his cock with both hands and guides it to her pussy. She rubs the head on her pussy lips. It touches her swollen clit and she cries out and cums. She guides the head in and grabs his ass cheeks. She sinks her nails in and pulls him in. She cries out as his cock fills her. 

"Oh yes. Your cock is so good. Yes. Yes. Take me. Take me.

She pulls harder and his cock touches her cervix. She screams and cums. She holds his cock against the entrance to her womb. She wants his cum in her. She wants his cum on her egg. She squeezes his cock and grinds her clit on his bone. His cock swells and empties into her, filling her womb with his hot seed. The both scream together. Neither have ever cum this hard.

"Yes. Yes. Fill me with your cum. Put it on my egg. Please. Make a baby in me."

"Take my cum. Milk it in your womb. Fill your womb for us. I want my baby in you."

They push and push, filling her womb. They kiss and hug, enjoying the wonderful after glow of a beautiful experience.

"Jim, I've never had sex like this. It's so amazing how hard I cum. You cum in me so hard. I just want you to keep making me cum. I never thought of anything but taking your cum. I always use condoms. I wonder if our captors want us to have a child."

"It's possible. They may be manipulating us for some reason. I doubt we can resist.

They rest for a while. His cock twitches and starts to fill with blood again.

"Oh my, Jim. Your cock is getting ready for me again. This is amazing."

He pulls her on top of him and she closes her legs together, trapping his cock between them. He flexes it and his shaft pushes against her wet pussy lips. She cries out.

"Oh yes. It feels good on my pussy. I hope this is all real."

He lifts her chin and gently kisses her. She responds and gives him her tongue. The both moan in their pleasure. Their tongues find each other and dance.

"I want you in me again. I can't get enough of your big cock"

"Take my cock in you. I want to feel your wet pussy on my cock."

She sits up and moves into position to take him. She guides it to her pussy lips. She rubs it around, getting it wet. She rubs it on her clit and cries out. He moans and thrusts up. She slowly takes him in her. Her lips spread and the head pops in. She cries out and cums.

"Oh god yes. So big and hard. Stretching me out. Oh yes."

He moans as she takes him in. He has never felt so good. Her pussy is like magic.

Take me in, baby. It's so good. It's so hot on my cock."

She lowers herself on his cock, slowly stretching out to fit. He flexes it and she cums hard.

"Oh yes. I just came on your cock again. I came hard. It's the best feeling."

He mind is going on overload. No cock ever felt this good in her. It's like it was made to order for her pussy. He thrusts up in her and she screams and cums. He waits till she comes down and thrusts up again. She screams and cums again.

"Yes. Make me cum. Make me cum on your cock. It's stretching me so far out. I want it all the way in again."

She feels so complete with him in her. It's like she finally found the perfect cock for her pussy. She pulls out a little and drops. His pelvis bone hits hers and his cock head pushes into her cervix. She Screams and screams. Her pussy is squeezing his cock. She cums so hard she almost passes out.

"Your pussy is so hot on my cock. It feels like you're on fire. No pussy ever felt this good."

"Jim, I want more of your cum in me. I have to have your cum. Please cum in me. I want it in my cervix. I want you to fill me."

He moans and strokes up in her. She meets every stroke, pushing up to meet him. His bone hits her clit and her cervix at the same time. Her pussy muscles are squeezing him hard. He flexes in her and she screams and cums again. He nails dig into his shoulders.

"Cum in me now. Baby. I'm ready for it. I want it so bad. Fill me with your hot cum."

He gives her one final thrust. His cock goes in her cervix and his cum squirts in.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Cum in me. Make me your woman. Fill me with your cum. I'll be your woman forever. Yes. Yes."

He howls and howls as he shoots his cum in her, He has never cum this hard. Never, never.

"Eve. That is the best I ever had. Your are amazing. I never ever came that hard. You are so good for me." 

She falls on his chest and kisses his neck and face. She feels a satisfaction she has never felt before. She shivers in delight. She has found her man.

"That was a very passionate mating. We will see if it produces a child. It's very Interesting the way they mate. We need more data."

"Agreed."

"Jim. I feel like I'm supposed to have a child from this. I don't know how I know that. It just feels like we should. I wanted your cum in my womb. It was like I had to have it."

"I felt the same thing. I had to cum in you. It was all I could think of. I'm sure they're they watching us. Are we lab rats for them?"

She laughs.

"Being a lab rat has never been better. I could do this forever. Just you and me here, being rats."

The both laugh.

"I know I want to find you after this is over."

"Yes. I want to be with you. I could be your mountain woman and we could make mountain babies."

He hugs her hard and whispers in her ear.

"I love you, Eve. With all my heart."

"I love you too, Jim. We were made for each other."

His cock fills with blood. She gasps.

"Yes. I want you in me again. I want more of your cum in me. Fuck me again."

He rolls her over and moves into her saddle. His cock finds her pussy and he pushes in.

She cries out and cums. She grabs his ass cheeks and sinks her nails in. He slams all the way in her. He hits bottom and she screams and cums. He pussy muscles milk his cock. He pulls out and thrusts hard in her again. She screams and cums again. Her screams echo through the trees. His orgasm builds and her gives one final push and cums hard in her. The both scream. She grips his ass cheeks and holds his cock deep in her as he floods her cervix. His seed fills her womb.

"Oh god. That is so good. You are so hard in me. I can't help but scream every time. I have so much of you hot cum in me. I have to be pregnant, and it's what I want. I want your child growing in me."

There are no nights where they are, It's just beautiful daylight all the time. The fuck as often as they can. It seems like forever for them. There is no concept to time. It's just them and their love.

"They seem to be successful in their mating, His sperm has found her egg. I think we have enough data."

"Agreed. They seem to want to be together. Shall we do that for them. We can put them at his abode."

"Agreed. Let's put them together. They seem compatible."

Their world goes black. The wake sitting in Jim's porch swing. The both jerk and stand up. She grabs his arm.

"Where are we, Jim. Is this your place."

"Yes, babe. It's my house. They put us here together."

She looks around.

"You have a nice place here. I like it. It feels good here."

"It feels better with you here with me. I'm glad they did that."

He takes her in his arms. She purrs as she holds him.

"You know what? I still love you. I wondered if they made us feel that way. It feels real to me and I still want your baby."

"I still love you too, baby. It looks like we're stuck with each other."

"I wonder if I have a baby in me. We should probably make sure. Don't you think?"

He picks her up and carries her inside. He puts her down and slowly takes her clothes off. He admires her beautiful body. She takes his off and holds his cock. It fills with blood and she shivers. He sits on the bed and takes her astride his lap. He lifts her and lets her down on his cock. She moans and cums. He kisses her nipples. Her head falls back and her mouth opens.




The Mating



"Oh yes. You are so good in me. Your big strong cock. I love it. Put some more cum in me. I want your baby growing in me."

He pulls her up and drops her on his cock. She cries out and cums. She feels so familiar on his cock. He pulls her up again and drops her. She screams and cums.

"Yes. Baby. You make me cum so hard. I have to scream every time. It's so intense. Your cock if perfect for me. Now, give me your cum. Shoot it up in my cervix."

She bounces and squeezes his cock. His orgasm rises and he howls and cums in her. The both thrust and grind to a mind blowing orgasm. The fall back on the bed, completely satisfied.

He looks up at the ceiling and says.

"Thank you for putting us together."

The both hear a voice in their minds.

"You're welcome." 



The Mating of a Mermaid



He had green eyes. Eyes are always the first thing I notice. The next thing of course was hair. It was ear length and black. Two really good features, in a personal opinion. My heart fluttered. Tan skin covered his well-exercised body. I wondered if he had any tan lines. Not a visible flaw on this god of a man. Perfect.

I approached him in the smoke filled bar and noted his clothing. Expensive black slacks, red button up shirt, and a silver watch, my favorite colors. The man knew how to dress. I brushed his arm "accidentally" and apologized.

"No problem," he casually replied, giving me a brief glance. Then he turned his head to look once more as I ordered a rum and coke. As I waited for my drink, I could feel his eyes running all over my curves. I brushed back my blonde hair and smiled him as I paid the bar tender. He looked startled at my black eyes, almost scared.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"No, I was just intrigued by your eyes. Do you have contacts that cover the whites of your eyes, or is it just natural?"

"It's natural. Actually, I have perfect vision," I answered. I turn to leave, and he stopped me.

"Mine name is Eric. Would you like to go someplace to talk?" he asked.

"Jessica, and I'd love to," I returned with a smug smile. He was mine, hook, line, and sinker. We walked out of the bar, my hand in his.

At his car, he opened the door for me, a perfect gentleman. I climbed into his Ford Mustang and smoothed my purple skirt across my thighs. Once he was behind the wheel, the car roared to life and we were speeding down the highway at incredible speeds.

"You don't really want to talk, do you?" I asked innocently.

"Well, it can always start that way. It's up to you to decide how it ends," Eric replied smartly. Good answer.

"Why don't we skip talk and I start with something that sounds just as good," I purred, undoing his belt buckle and pants. Already harden, all 7 and a 1/2 inches of it sprang up toward my greedy mouth. Now I love giving head almost as much as I love seducing unsuspecting men. I licked and sucked his cock with enthusiasm. First, I start slow, licking the shaft, but avoiding the tip. Then, with deliberate slowness, I take the entire shaft into my mouth, deep throating him. After holding him there for a moment, I would start moving my head back and forth, speeding up with each bob. Within moments, I could feel his balls tighten up and he was ready to come. Rather than get the leather seats in his mustang sticky with the white liquid, I swallowed it all, savoring each salty drop.

"God, that felt great," Eric sighed contently. "I can't wait to get you back to my place to pleasure you similarly."

"Why wait?" I questioned. "There's a secluded cove just ahead." He said nothing, just raised an eyebrow and turned off the highway at my direction.

Once parked and the two of us were naked on the sand, he looked into my eyes and asked, "How'd you know about this place? I've been down this highway hundreds of times, and I've never seen the turn off, much less this cove."

"It's a secret," I replied. "I come here a lot. But does it really matter right now?" And with that, I leaned over and kissed him deeply, entwining his tongue with mine. There was no talking for a while as the two of us explored each other's body with our hands. He moved his hand down toward my pussy, slowly at first until I grabbed it and thrust his fingers inside of me. As his fingers pumped in and out, his thumb played with my clit, teasing it. I grabbed his engorged member with one hand, and massaged his balls with the other. Suddenly, I tensed up, and came so hard I stopped working on his dick. He took that freedom to move his cock between my legs and slide it inside my tight pussy, missionary style. I nearly came again as he started moving in and out with increasing tempo.

"Oh baby, yeah baby," Eric panted. I felt his balls slapping against me, and I knew he was deep inside of my steaming cunt. The rhythm of the waves splashing against the shore echoed ours. I could feel all 7 and a 1/2 inches probe my pussy, filling me, and I clenched him closer. While keeping him in me, I flipped us over, with me on top, riding his shaft up and down. The air was tense with lust, and every pore tingled with delight. Then as one, we came. I could feel his sperm draining out of his cock into my cunt and our juices leaked out, combined and smelling of intense sex. Eric sighed and murmured, "Why don't we just sleep here underneath the stars?" With that, he fell asleep.

I quietly slipped toward the ocean, his sperm inside my womb. As the salty water touched my legs, they fused together, forming a tail with fins. I swam off into the depths of the ocean, to return to the beach some years later, this time with my daughter. I'd point out a man on the shore, with the same color green eyes as hers. He went there almost everyday, searching for something, someone, and my daughter was able to see her father.



The Matrix: Persephone's Story



This story is written after stimulation from a certain lesbian kiss in the video game Enter The Matrix, two great different characters exploring their desires. I haven’t gone out of my way to alter the great story of the Matrix but have had to make some tweaks.

Captain Niobe left the hall of the mansion, her gun in her hand. She felt her body pumping, ready for the fight, ready for the kill in this virtual nightmare of the Matrix. She prayed Ghost was safe, not lost like she was. Death in this virtual world meant death in real life.

Niobe entered the room and was stopped in her tracks, her attention focused on the woman lying on the green couch, dressed in a white dress, barely concealing her breasts. What some people would do in this virtual world, Niobe thought, opening her mouth to speak but unable to find the words, staring as the lady swung her legs over the edge of the couch and stood walking slowly forward.

“I’ve been watching you, your looking for your friend, but you’ll never find him” the lady in white said, still some distance from Niobe. She raised her gun, pointing it at Persephone; the woman didn’t even flinch.

“I could have my husbands room in this room in a heartbeat if I wanted to but that wouldn’t serve either of us would it” Persephone answered, continuing to walk forward, ignoring Niobe as the captain lowered her gun.

“You would feel great pain if your friend were to die, and to be honest, I used to like the taste of sadness, but there is something you have I want even more” Persephone said stopping in front of Niobe, moving one of her fingers down Niobe’s left cheek.


The Captain stood still, telling herself in her mind this was just a virus, an anomaly in the Matrix, but she also felt the finger against her own skin, the warmth in her body mixing with Persephone’s. What did she have that this woman could want, more than her tears, her sadness, her secret love and lust towards Trinity, partner of the One.

“You have it buried deep within you, buried even from yourself. But I see it” Persephone said, her hand now on Niobe’s chest, pushing against the red leather, almost cupping the captains left breast through the fabric of her clothes. Niobe would lie to herself if she said Persephone wasn’t having an effect on her, instead of the exotic woman’s hand on her chest, Trinity’s own hand feeling the curve and flesh of her breast, touching her nipples, running her tongue against her own. Instead she had this, things, hand now pushing against her. She pushed it away with her armed hand.

“Back off” she warned, shifting slightly in her top to reposition her breast in her bra.

“Your in love are you not?, if you want me to help you, all you must do is kiss me, like you were kissing them” Persephone said. Niobe looked her in the eyes.

“What?” she asked, her palms now sweaty against the stock of her pistol, feeling Persephone rest her hand on her right hip, stroking downwards towards her thigh, her fingers burying them selves into her red coat, against her black clothes.

“If you kiss me, like you were kissing your true love, I will help you find him” Persephone said, her fingertips now inside the waist of Niobe’s matching leather red trousers. Niobe felt her pussy secreting a little fluid into her panties, the fabric of the knickers sticking them to her body. Could this, thing, detect how damp she was now, how damp this probing, forcing Niobe to reveal her knowledge and secrets was making her.

“How about I shoot you in the knee caps” Niobe said stiffening against the woman’s touch.

“What’s, wrong, your not afraid to kiss another woman are you?” Persephone asked, her hand now inside Niobe’s leather trousers, cupping her right ass cheek with her hand, slowly inching the captain towards her body, feeling the will and resolve to resist falling away. Fuck Ghost, she wanted to fuck this bitch like she hadn’t been fucked by Jason, or any of the men in her life since she had left the Matrix. Only days before she had been ‘woken’ into the real world, she had slept with her first woman, one of her girl friends from the hood. That girl had been her bitch, she had done everything for Niobe and more, it was a fuck she could never hope to match. Of course, if this woman existed, she was just a body in a field, and since then, it had just been one limp cock after another shooting their spunk into her body, moaning and groaning, telling her she was special then leaving on their quests.

Ghost would leave her as well, but with this thing in front of her, she could satisfy that lust, right, who the fuck would find out that she experienced something more in the matrix. But it was just a program she couldn’t fuck a computer.

“Your not a woman, your not even human” Niobe said. That did cause Persephone’s hand to stop, the things finger tips holding the edge of her panties up, pressing against the skin of her ass and the elastic of her knickers. I could fuck a program, I could fuck this blond woman so close to making me happy again.

“It’s just a little kiss, or maybe you would rather let your friend die” Persephone said starting to pull her fingers away. Niobe dropped her hand to her hip, holding the fingers inside her panties in place, the woman now pressing them against her flesh.

“Fine” Niobe said pushing her gun into the holster on her waist, her own hand resting on the full curve of the woman’s rear and pulling her body close, close, until her lips touched the programs.

It felt strange, not the rough texture of the men she had been with, or even the dry unmade lips of those rare females she had kissed in friendship in the real world. This was a woman of elegance and glass, trying to taste the love she felt for women, for Trinity, tasting the heat of Niobe’s mouth and body, feeling the emotion running through her body she just couldn’t express. But it was still a little strange.

Persephone released the kiss, staring into Niobe’s eyes, shaking her head.

“That was awful, perhaps it would have been best if you had, just, shot me in the knee caps” Persephone said turning away, pulling her hands from the captain’s knickers, walking back towards the sofa on the opposite side of the room. She had brought her to the peak of desire, of need and want, to have it pulled away like this.

“Ok wait” Niobe said, resisting the urge to smell the scent of Persephone’s rear on her fingers, the musky scent floating off the virtual lady. Desperately wanting those long fingers once more back in her knickers, stroking the tip of her vagina.

Persephone stopped in her walk, smiling, knowing she sensed in this human that own urge and desire, the need to be loved, not fucked by a creature of her own gender in this virtual world. A love between two women more pure than any kiss a man might give her, this woman was in her hand, to be used how she will.

“Don’t waist my time” she said coyly, turning, walking back to the black captain.

She brought her hands up cupping the captain’s head on each side, and brought her lips once more to Niobe’s, sensing that same tension and denial, but rapidly melt as she flicked her tongue out into Niobe’s mouth, feeling the captain’s own tongue retract at the sensation before stretching out, rubbing against her own tongue. This was love, this was true love, Persephone thought.

Niobe moved her hands around the woman’s body, the white fabric melting away under her touch to reveal the perfect curve of her rear, her hands taking hold of each cheek, pulling her body tightly against her own, the two ladies crotch pushing against the fabrics of their clothes, sensing almost like two animals how close they were, wanting to be together yet denied as the woman kissed, orally stimulating each other.

As Niobe felt Persephone’s hands move down her body, she once more could picture Leanne’s hands back in her apartment pulling her nurse uniform off, bending over willingly as Niobe brought her hand down on the smooth white flesh of the girl’s ass, punishing her for being a naughty nurse. She wasn’t naughty, Niobe had thought that night, but having a naked cunt so close to her mouth was more than she could take.

She had gone down on her nurse friend, tasting the mix of sweat, pee and cum between the nurses thighs in her mouth, oozing from her cunt, mixing with the saliva in her mouth and Niobe spitting it back against the nurses cunt, the liquid dribbling down. She used the moistness to press her tongue into her friends crack, penetrating with the tip, wriggling it down before pulling it down. She had massaged the flesh around the girls cunt, building up the pressure before she began touching and caressing the flesh of her vagina.

She could feel that same dampness and pressure in her belly building up, that same need to have a hand or tongue against her crotch, all those memories washing through her, and through her mouth into Persephone, the virtual program tasting this true love that Niobe had felt those years ago in the virtual world. And unlike Niobe, she did cum in her white dress, the fluid trickling out of her vagina onto Niobe’s hand, the captain almost sucking on her tongue before Persephone pulled away, leaving Niobe with her tongue out and her damp dribbling female cum onto the floor.

“Yes, that’s nice. Your lover is a man, what’s his name” Persephone asked regaining her composure, staring and smiling inwardly at this woman in lust, the eye’s of Captain Niobe staring at the large slit on the front of her dress showing the humans breasts the program had created for her in the Matrix.

“Jason” Niobe replied, dropping her hand to her side, both women noticing the way Persephone’s cum still rolled down the skin of her hand, pooling at the curved tips of her hand. Persephone stared at Niobe, those brown eyes penetrating the captain’s mind and soul, pushing beyond that mental image of the council leader fucking her, his cock pushing roughly into her dry cunt, to the mental fantasies of Trinity and herself in a hot bath, the steam from the underground generators warming them against the cold draft, those hands moving between her thighs feeling her, penetrating her sex.

“No, it’s not. But Jason knows” Persephone said now getting a new image in her mind.

Here, she could see through the eye’s of someone, Jason she felt, looking down at Niobe’s body plugged into the matrix, her bio readings showing she was in a complete state of relaxation, certain chemicals fluctuation around the body. He was standing with the operator on her ship, both men standing in silence as they stared at the image, Niobe in a state of sexual activity. While the operator had seen this before, both Ghost and Niobe going in to fuck a virtual person, their partners never usually came aboard.

The image passed away back to Niobe standing there lustfully, trying desperately to regain her composure and remember that she was on a mission to rescue her friend from the system.

“Come on, your friend is this way” Persephone said turning, walking towards a hidden door in the bookshelf, feeling the sway of her hips, the movement of her rear and the eyes of the space captain, her head turned slightly watching her walk. Did she really have this woman at such a point of desperation and lust?

Niobe shook her head and walked forward, following Persephone down a stairwell, not amazed, but slightly surprised as she turned the first bend in the staircase and was suddenly at the bottom. While her legs felt like she had been walking for a long time downwards, she had walked no more than 8 steps, or so it seemed; Another kink of the matrix.

“Be careful” Persephone said leaning forward, her lips once more brushing against Niobe’s, feeling that lust and love from this woman, even the briefest of contact, the slightest of touch creating this stir of emotion in the captain, this emotion she fed on and absorbed into her body, awash with this lust between them. 

Persephone released the kiss, feeling the captain hands again trying to push their way into her clothes, that the area no person had touched besides her own soft hands when she was hot and lustful, overwhelmed by emotions from the subjects she kissed. The special cake she and her husband had made to bring their customers to orgasm was a treat they shared with few, but ate before she let him touch her.

Niobe turned, pulling her pistol from her holster, and walked into the under ground basement. The sound of prisoners in their cells, and the thought of Persephone’s lips against her own giving her love and strength to find Ghost and leave this virtual nightmare.

ZION:

The music was pulsing in the great hall of Zion, Captain Niobe moving to the rhythm of the beat with the thousands of humans on the stone floor, the mixture of heat from the thermal gas pockets and the natural heat making her body sweat, her ‘clothes’ what rags she wore in the real world, clinging tightly to her figure. Like nearly all the women around her, the rags she wore were hugging the curves of her ass and the rise and fall of her breasts, her stiff nipples exposed as she moved to the sound of the drums.

She pressed her body to the people, dancing, no, more than a dance, she realised, a connection amongst the people of Zion; A connection beyond friendship, beyond love, beyond sex. In dance, they were one. In dance, she found the courage to approach strangers and friends and press herself close to them.

Niobe saw a shy pretty blond and moved through the crowd, feeling numerous limbs and arms brush against her body, the odd, ‘stray’ hand passing over her rear or touching her breast in the moment, before she arrived in front of the blond, staring into her eyes.

She was so different from Persephone, the program who had brought that lust, that animal out of her. She looked submissive, someone she could control, and she desperately needed that sense of control back after having her soul and body exposed by the Matrix.

Niobe stared into the girl’s eyes, her arms falling onto her shoulders, their two bodies connecting with the beat. They moved as one, Niobe wrapping her arms around her neck, pulling her closer until the music was drowned out to both, hearing each other’s breath in each other’s ears, staring into each other’s eyes.

Niobe could feel the heat from this girl as their bodies gyrated together, folding and curving to accept each other, it was like fucking without being nude, Niobe thought, lowering her right hand down the girls back, resting on the curve of her buttocks, feeling the tense flesh, a well muscled rear, a hard up bringing or life. Niobe angled her head, dropping it onto the girls shoulder, slowing the movement of the dance until they were connected, the girl also moving to lean tightly against Niobe.

The captain released a puff of hot air, blowing against the girl’s ear. She saw small goose bumps ripple across the surface of her skin, the girls neck tensing slightly before she accepted the warm breath over her skin, finally accepting it, and even moving to direct where she felt this intense warmth and feeling from Niobe.

Niobe pushed her tongue out of her mouth, holding still a hair’s length from the girl’s neck. Finally, she made the connection, moving the tip of her tongue against the woman’s neck, tasting sweat dribbling from pores down the surface of her skin, and what tasted like hormones. She could taste this girl’s love, taste the passion, but she couldn’t taste that lust for Niobe the captain was feeling for her, this girl was lonely, and finding comfort, but she wouldn’t find love with a female, like Niobe had done.

Niobe pulled herself away from the girl, her tongue slipping back into her mouth. Her hands fell back to her side, noticing how far the dancer’s had moved up her body, one had rested on her stomach, the impression of sweat around her finger marks still present, the other had pressed into the rear of her pants, pushing a crease up in between her cheeks, the material.

She began pushing her way though the crowd, the wash of bodies, the ocean of humans, survivors and lovers connected, to the beat of the music. She wasn’t going to find love this night, but she might, if she could find an image, a memory of Persephone in the loading program; She wanted to be loved, she wanted to be controlled.

Hope you enjoyed this, had numerous wank over the kiss. Let me know what you think, if you want another or to keep the mystery of the Matrix for those who no better.

Harrowborg