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Wash

By: Carack_in



"Don't turn around," a voice said firmly.

The sound of running water filled the silence completely and she held her breath, facing the showerhead. The curtain of the shower ran open behind her and then closed again - the runners clicking against each other metallically. Two hands were placed on her shoulders, as if to give a shoulder rub, but they just hung there. Her right hand twitched and moved backwards, just the tiniest amount. Then again, just a fraction of an inch - it took all her will not to move her arms back to her chest. Then it made contact - a light delicate touch with the bare skin of the thigh of the woman behind her. Eventually four of her fingers softly connected with the tight skin. She made slight movements, a little pull upwards and she felt the fine hairs of the front of the thigh, then down. There she stopped, her breath tight in her throat, coming in short nervous rags. Now her fingers moved sideways, the tinniest bit more confidently. Her index finger came to rest very close to the inner surface. The skin was so soft there, so very smooth and delicate. She was very tempted to tickle but instead ran her hand back over the muscular leg to the back surface where the skin was tough and the muscles fibrous. She raised her fingers up the skin achingly slowly, slowly, slowly. She wondered if this leg would ever end, and then the tight dipped curve of the buttocks. Her hand engulfed these and her palm pressed them. She squeezed and massaged the perfect roundness of the womanly bum,

To reach this far back, she had to step closer to the body behind her. She made a little gasp as the breasts made contact with her back. The nipples squashed against her skin and the breasts conformed to the shape of her back. She stroked and cupped the buttock in her hand. Up and down the buttock her hand caressed, discovering all the beautiful curves of femininity, the gentle start from the hips, the leveling slope of the upper surface, the wide and full mid region, the sudden cut under and the sharp tuck to join the thigh. Her finger ran along the fold between thigh and buttock a few times, dangerously close tot he sensitive and expectant hairs. She ran her hand between the cheeks to the tip of the tailbone and no further despite the encouraging groans from behind her.

Eventually her palm ran down the thigh, fingers between the legs, and thumb caressing the tense muscles. Almost to the knee she reached and then around to the front, and lightly stroking the excited skin, made her way upwards.

Her hand ran slowly up the thigh, firm and soft. The skin smooth and slippery in the running water with the traces of soap still on her finger tips. The water was hot and her skin was flushed but the water was not as hot as the flesh quivering under her touch. Up and up she crept, inch by delicate inch over the taught muscles and supple skin, until she reached another place. This was also slippery, but a different kind of slipperiness. It was hot, but a different kind of heat, inviting and radiating. It was wet, but a different kind of wetness. The engorged lips were firm and seemed to kiss at her finger, drawing in inwards, and inwards it went. It slid in easily with the thick slippery juices of excitation. The lips of the mouth gripped at her finger, she could feel her finger's pulse under that pressure. She was now in up to the second knuckle and started - ever so slightly and so very slowly to flex and extend her finger, rubbing the walls encouragingly.

The hands on her shoulders that had been so domineering weakened their grip slightly and the knees behind her buckled for a moment. As she continued the moans started - very quietly, slightly muted. The other woman did not want anyone else in the house to hear, but needed to express her pleasure. The moans were almost whimpers - the voice was filled with desperation, a need to sign deeply, a desire for more.

The right hand slid out from her shoulder to the top of her arm, so as to accommodate her backwards facing arm. The left hand ran down her arm to the inside of her elbow, which was still hanging loose by her side, the fingers leapt across from her elbow to her tense belly. Her breath came in little shudders. The hand rolled around her belly, occasionally brushing her navel, never going near her hair. It then cautiously adventured upwards and slipped carelessly under her breasts, sliding along the under surface. Tantalizing but not satisfying.

Her finger continued its ministrations dutifully and then without warning plunged deeply. There was a stifled scream of surprise and pleasure. In the depths she made it thrash and tug, exiting and diving three times in quick succession and then withdrew. Her finger sat gently on the hot needy lips and waited.

The hand under her breasts also waited. It knew that it had expectations of it - but it was nervous, it was apprehensive; it had never been here before.

Lips landed on her shoulder, very near to her neck. The lips lightly touched, it was almost a kiss, but the most gentle, light kiss she had ever had. Despite the hot water washing over her, goose bumps arose across her neck and back. The hand under her right breast turned over and her breast slipped over the thumb and fell into the cup of the palm. The thumb lifted and brushed past her proud nipple, to gently caress the delicate skin of her breast.

She slowly and tantalizingly reinserted her finger. It went all the way to the hilt and the fingers on either side rubbed the sweet lips. She withdrew again until the lips closed behind her fingertip and then forced her way in again, and again. The lips at her neck came to sit by her ear and the breath was in long gasps. Again and again she slowly pushed her slim finger into the velvety cavern that welcomed her so warmly. The gasps became longer and deeper until they were hardly moving and became breathless cries. The hand grasped her breast and squeezed it. At first the squeezing was exhilarating but as the woman behind her continued to approach her peak the hand tightened.

Finally - long after her wrist and fingers were screaming for release a flood of sweet juice shot into her palm and the chin rested on her shoulder panting. Both hands came to her waist and sat on her hips and gave her a little squeeze, maybe thankfully, more likely congratulatory. The curtains ran open and closed again and the tap in the basin ran as the face was splashed with cold water. A towel was grabbed and the bathroom exited.

She stood in the streaming water - stunned and exhilarated. She knew that nothing else would ever happen. This would never be discussed to or by anyone. In the mind of the woman behind her this had never happened - an almost anonymous environment to do what they could not, but had always wanted.

But of course it did not lead to satisfaction - only further frustration. 

Wash and Wax



I patted Billie on her thigh to let her know I needed to leave. She had planted herself onto my lap as soon as I sat down and had stayed put except for the two times she had to go on stage to strip. the happy hour crowd tossed sweaty, used Washingtons onto the stage for her to bend over and pick up. A courageous few slipped them into her garter with clammy, shaking hands more out of obligation than desire. Each of Billie’s sets ended with a dance mix of “I Hate Mondays”. The feeling was mutual throughout Club Josie’s. Not that I was playing Mr. Moneybags either, I made slow love to a gin and tonic stretching it out until the ice melted.

With Billie off to the powder room, I stood and made my way to the door after tossing a Jackson down on the table. The .38 felt awkward in the pocket of my jacket. It hung heavy on my left side and made me self-conscious of every glance in my direction. In DC no guns were legal except those carried by the police and other law enforcement personnel.

I had my chit from the U.S. Attorney's office for the .38 and a 9mm that my secretary Suzi had bought for my birthday, but neither the gun nor the license to carry it made me comfortable. The only other exception was the personal security forces that various diplomats brought with them. I saw this poor sap once, gun bulging out from his tight suit jacket while he held a stroller steady on an escalator as he followed a couple of ladies shopping. Spending nearly his yearly income on items that their fellow citizens back home do not even imagine existed.

Lighting my last cigar, I looked up and down the block. Suzi didn't approve, but she did like the smell once the smoke cleared. Pulling the air through the cigar to fill my mouth with its flavor made me think of her as I stood watching the traffic. She was out of town for a couple of weeks visiting her sister in Florida. The case I was on was one of the last she booked before leaving for the Deep South.

I looked around at the traffic of people and cars and buses. We're not that tight of a neighborhood, we ain't really a neighborhood. My office was on the second floor of what was a bank way back when; it stood just south of here around the block. Here being the front steps to Club Josie's. Club Josie's is a nuddie bar, all-nude, all the time ... the one perk of DC living if you weren't a high-roller. That, and the massage parlors throughout the area.

That's where I was going next. Two doors down from Josie's, above an Afghani kabob place. There were two such establishments sharing the building with the restaurant. The one on the second floor was what the hobbyists call an American parlor; every lady a citizen and every one of them fully versed in the value of a dollar. They cost more than the Asian run places and you got less too or so the hobbyists claimed. Typical. It was American in more ways than its personnel's citizenship.

Above them was an Asian place run by a Korean woman. Most were. That was my destination tonight. Suzi run into the mommasan a few days before she left on vacation. Over coffee she had found out that a gang was trying to muscle in and get a cut for "protection" services, mainly protection from them. So Suzi signed me up. My caseload had been slow lately. Found a couple of dogs and tracked a hit-and-run to a stolen car dead end. The job beats divorce work though. Especially considering the fringe benefits I would receive.

My PDA began to vibrate in my pocket. It was time to go up. Mommasan asked me to be there a bit earlier than the bagman was supposed to stop by so it would look like I was a customer if anyone from the gang was watching the building. I had little over a half the cigar left, but I put it out and tossed the remains in the trash. Suzi would have chided me for wasting it, but I wouldn't tell her.

I made my way up the two flights of stairs to the third floor slowly. When I reached the second floor the hostess of the American place tried to entice me in, but I waved her off and continued up the next flight to my destination. The door opened as I went to push the bell. I looked up into the eye of a small surveillance camera before entering and back to the door with its Policeman's Benevolent Society sticker stuck where it could be plainly seen on the doorframe ... and plainly known that the establishment was up-to-date with its "donations". Never hurt to be careful. The cops only took care of themselves though when it came to protection. Good thing too or I'd be out of a job.

Mommasan left me in one of the rooms to undress while she selected a young lady for me. The room had a wide and padded table centered against one wall. A chair and a shelving unit were the only other pieces of furniture. In the unit, towels and wash clothes were neatly stacked filling all the shelves except for one that was stocked with hand lotion, baby oil, and alcohol. I don't know what the alcohol was used for, no masseuse had ever used it on me from what I recall.

I was familiar with the baby oil and lotion. The memories and anticipation flowed into my cock with each heartbeat, hardening it. I took off my coat and carefully draped it over the back of the chair easing it down so the .38 didn't thud on the floor. After removing my shoes and socks, I took off my shirt and jeans, hanging them on the hooks that were mounted on the side of the unit. Standing there in my boxers and a wife-beater the door opened and my masseuse stepped into the room gently closing the door behind her.

She giggled when she saw my half erect cock pointing out of the fly in my boxers. Stepping closer, she helped pull off the t-shirt and then helped me out of my boxers. She folded both and placed them on the chair. Leaning against me with her hand on my shoulder she reached behind me for a towel. When she stood back and was balancing on her own two feet, her hand gently stroked down the front of my body until her hand reached my cock. Gently, she stroked it while she leaned forward and kissed one of my nipples. The kiss turned into a gentle suck as she looked up into my eyes. Her hand continued to gently stroke me.

"Shower?" She broke our silence first.

"Yes." I replied nearly choking on my dry mouth.

She let go of me and wrapped the towel around my waist. Taking my hand she pulled--lead--me to the door and into the shower room. A foam rubber pad lay on the table and a long shower hose was connected to a spigot on the wall above a large plastic laundry tub full of water.

After taking my towel she left me standing in the doorway as she wrapped it around herself. She warmed the table's surface by dumping bowls of water onto it; rinsing it off in the process. She patted my ass when she was finished to get me to lie down on the table.

The room smelled wet and warm with the strong aroma of the soap used. I lay down on my belly and stretched out across the table's surface. She carefully hosed down my back and legs.

"Too hot?"

"No, it's just right." I replied.

I heard the water stop and the head of the shower bang against the wall just before her hands started working up a lather on my backside. The smell of soap was strong and was the same brand; I had smelled in several of the massage parlors in the District and a few elsewhere as well. It made my cock grow hard beneath me. My cock reacted like one of Pavlov's dogs to the stimulus.

As she soaped my back and arms using her fingers to get at every nook and cranny she began to hum. The melody was happy and went well with her efforts. Her fingers went everywhere: between fingers--under arms--between toes. And down between my legs, cleaning my bottom thoroughly. I could cancel my prostrate exam. When she finished she picked up the shower hose again and rinsed the soap off my backside. She used her fingers again to get every nook and cranny soap free.

She patted my ass to indicate it was time to roll over, I did, and she giggled once more seeing the erectness of my cock. She rinsed me off and began the washing ritual once more. This time, however, she worked from top to middle and then moved down to my thighs and my legs and toes skipping the middle. Once she had finished soaping everywhere, but my crotch her soapy fingers made their way up my legs. Her fingers worked through my pubic hair and down between my legs, under my balls and carefully avoiding my cock except for some "accidental" brushes. I was fully erect now.

She stopped and looking into my eyes asked if she might finish. I nodded my approval not trusting my voice at this point. Her hand slick with the soap gently went over my balls lathering them up. Her hand continued up and wrapped around my erection. Stroking me with her soapy hand she brought my cock to its fullest. She teased it before letting go and grabbing the shower hose to rinse me off.

She guided me with her hands to a sitting position and continued rinsing the soap off. She then had me stand while she finished spraying my back and my chest. Taking care to get any suds between my legs, front and back, her hands guided the flow of water to where it was needed. Finished she let the hose fall back again to the wall and after taking the towel from around her waist she began to dry me. Rubbing my wet flesh, she took the towel first to my back and then my front from top to bottom.

While kneeling in front of me to dry my legs my cock was in her face brushing against her cheek. After bending over further to get my feet she rose level again with my cock. She licked the tip and then opened her mouth to suck on the head. Her mouth was warm and wet far warmer than the water of the shower. After slowly sliding me out from between her lips she grinned and stood. She helped wrap the towel around my waist and led the way back to our room.

Opening the door she let out a surprised gasp. I pushed in from behind her to see what startled her. Another young lady from the establishment stood next to the unit where I had hung my pants and was going through my wallet. I told my masseuse to get the mommasan and I pointed to the massage table indicating to my thief to have a seat.

I took my wallet from her and a quick inventory revealed that everything was still there. Mommasan arrived with her head lowered. She wouldn't look me in the eye, but she looked very angry when she looked at the-would-be thief. She said something in Korean to the girl and then apologized to me repeatedly, assuring me that the thief would be punished. I asked her how and she replied that she would be caned. The thief gasped at this. When mommasan reached for her I stopped her.

"She has shamed you with her behavior, but she has shamed me too. I wish to be the one to punish her. The girl dropped to her knees and began speaking fast in Korean to the mommasan afraid that I may have something worse in store for her. My thief begged mommasan not to allow me my request or maybe not. If she believed that I would be a softer hand, she would soon be surprised.

Mommasan liked this idea, probably all the more since the girl appeared not too. She nodded and left the room. The girl buried her face in her hands and wept. Her small body shook with each sob. I took her wrist in hand and lifted her to her feet. I pulled the tie holding the top of her dress in place undone. She took the hint and removed her dress and shoes. She had nothing on underneath except for a pair of white cotton bikini-cut panties.

Guiding her by her shoulders, I positioned her so that she faced the massage table. I pressed down on her back so that she could lean over the table while still standing. I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down, helping her step out of them once I reached her feet. I kicked her feet apart making her ass jiggle. I squeezed each cheek swatting it lightly. The smack of my hand against her bare exposed flesh making her tremble.

Mommasan returned and handed me the cane she used to discipline the young ladies in her care. It was smooth and subtle. I took a couple of practice swings to get a feel for it. She didn't move or make a sound as she strained to hear what I was doing. She didn't dare move having been raised at the end of such a device. I shifted my feet around until I was in a good position to strike her bottom and thighs.

I swung and hit her across the middle of her ass cheeks. A line of red slowly formed as I watched. She was still silent, but now her body was tensed and her muscles taunt. It looked like she was holding her breath.

My next stroke hit her across the back of her thighs. She let out her breath and a small cry of pain. But otherwise, she remained unmoved. The red line across her thighs matched the on across her bottom.

Testing her resolve--and mine--I hit her hard several times in succession, the cane whistling through the air. Each stroke was met with a sharp cry form my little thief, until the fifth stroke.

My strokes were now overlapping. On the fifth--or was it the sixth--her hands clenched and her fingers dug into the side of the massage table pulling the sheet out from where it had been tucked.

"How many was that?" I asked.

"Enough, enough." She replied.

At least that's what I thought she said. Her English was heavily accented, as were most of the girls who worked the tables. Mommasan's English was better, but it was gained over years of working the tables and then moving up to management as she got older and proved herself shrewder and more ambitious over the other girls around her.

"I'm sure you'd like to see me stop now, wouldn't you? Do you think I'm stupid? Your mother whipped you more times for back talking her than this my little thief."

I had no idea whether she understood me or not, but I was starting to get into her punishment. I wonder what Suzi would think if I put her over my knee after running the corporate card up? Knowing Suzi, she would like it and most likely would completely immerse herself calling me daddy and telling me just how bad a little girl she has been.

With that I let loose. Switching hands to keep my strokes from hitting the same patch of exposed and abused flesh, I whipped her bottom and thighs with the cane again and again. Lines of red crisscrossed her ass and thighs. As I raised my arm to strike her once more, I saw her body begin to shake as a sob escaped her lips and she began to cry. She tried to talk between the sobs...

"I'm...sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry." Each "sorry" came out between a sob and a shudder that went through her small body from head to toe.

I stopped mid-stroke and gently laid the cane across the arms of the chair. My towel had come undone from around my waist and fallen to the fall around my feet as I punished her flesh. Seeing her naked flesh reddened had surprising effects. My cock stood out hard and bobbing with each heartbeat. The head was an angry red.

Looking up from my aroused flesh, I saw the mommasan standing in the doorway. She nodded her approval and was about to lead my former masseuse back to finish our session. My little thief would return to her work no doubt or more likely to some menial task that would keep her away from the customers for the rest of the evening. I waved them off though; I wasn't done with my little thief just yet. Mommasan bowed her head and backed out of the room.

I went over to the door and locked it so we would not be disturbed again. My thief remained draped over the table still crying more quietly now. I went over to my jacket and dug around in my pockets for a tube of cortisone that I carried with me in case I got a heat rash--a common job hazard in my business and the humid heat of the District.

I squirted a bit onto my fingertips and started to slowly and gently rub it into the harsh red marks across her bottom and thighs. Once I covered her wounds with cortisone I slipped my greasy hand down between her cheeks and rubbed the lotion around and a bit into her bottom. My hand continued down to her cunt. Another surprise, she was wet.

When my fingers brushed her labia, she moaned and pushed back against my hand. With my index finger, I rubbed the hard nubbin of her clit before slipping it inside her. I've never fingered a masseuse before. They never let you. But she wasn't stopping me now--she was beginning to rock back and forth, humping my hand.

I slipped my fingers out and stepped away from her. She took this as a sign to rise. Barely off the table and without fully standing, she dropped to her knees in front of my still angry-hard cock. Without a pause she took me into her mouth and began to pump my flesh in and out between her lips. Her enthusiasm was such that she was fucking her mouth as much as sucking me off. Her lips sucked hard while her hands held and pulled me closer...fingernails dug into my thighs and ass cheeks.

She used this leverage with her bobbing head to pump me deep into her mouth in rapid strokes. Her mouth was silk, hot and wet silk. And while I'm sure she had teeth, I never felt them once with the skillful way she used her lips and tongue to suck me off. I could feel the beginnings of tingles in my balls coming from my toes all the way up into my hardened flesh. If she could tell or cared, she didn't show it; I didn't think she'd go as far as to swallow my cum, but she wasn't letting up either.

Then it was squirting down her throat before I could pull out or she could fist me onto her tits, not that she made a move to stop. Her hands pulled tighter and her fingers dug deeper into my flesh as she sucked every bit of cum out of me. Not a drop was spilled or overflowed her lips as she swallowed down each burst. Her lips became gentle as my orgasm subsided and the flow of cum slowed.

She was careful now, gently sucking me. It was as if she too could feel the nerves that were ripped open and overloaded with sensation of her ministrations. Every nerve from the tip of my cock, to my spine, to my head, throughout my body had exploded as one. My orgasm had been so intense I felt light headed. I swear I must have lost some weight with all the cum and sweat her mouth had squeezed out of me.

My knees buckled slightly and I leaned against the table for support. She didn't stop her slow and gently licking. Instead she shifted around with me so that I was against the table now and the lashes of her tongue had replaced the lashes of the cane I had administered to her naked flesh.

Satisfied that she had every drop, she let my cock go and stood back up. She guided me back onto the table onto my back. My breath and heart were still racing, but were slowly coming down as I relaxed into the afterglow.

"Warm towel?" She asked, but she was gone and out the door before I could respond one way or the other.

I collapsed onto the table ready to just sprawl across the cool sheet and go to sleep. But no such luck. I still had an hour to go before the bagman was to arrive. Not enough to sleep, but enough for a good rubdown. Hopefully that is all she had in mind.

My cock as usual had a mind of its own and remained as hard as ever, even drained as it was. I'm not sure if I could survive another session so soon and this time balls deep into her passionate cooze. Not that I didn't want to be a gentleman about it, but in the end it was her that owed me for her attempted theft. But these were the wrong thoughts to have at this time. It just encouraged my little friend to remain hard and ready for round two, three, and more.

The door opened and she locked it behind her. Whether that was for round two or not, I didn't know. There was a slight smile on her lips as she wiped first my forehead and then my cock and balls with the warm wash clothe. I hadn't noticed that she had once more removed her smock, but then I didn't know if she had put it back on to get the wash clothe either. She was naked again as she wiped down my perspiration.




Wash and Wax



While whipping her ass I had only seen her backside. Her front wasn't bad. She had small breasts that were firm and tight, but real. Her nips were hard and relatively large for her size without being grotesquely so. Her face remained hidden within the curtain of her black hair falling over her face as she kept her head lowered in what I assumed was a show of respect. Normally, I would have insisted that she look up, but in this case I left her to her customs.

"Over?" Her voice was quiet and she patted my thigh for added emphasis to her request.

I rolled over onto my belly and rearranged myself until I was comfortable in the center of the table. 

"Okay?" She asked. Her voice remained somewhat shy and submissive.

"Yes," I mumbled in response, my chin resting on my hands.

I felt her climb onto the table and straddle my back. Her cunt was hot and moist against my lower back. She ran her hands up and down my back before starting in on my shoulders. Her hands worked over my shoulders, my back, my arms, and neck; kneading out the little tension that remained after having released most of it down her throat along with my cum. Falling asleep now would have been so very easy and so welcome.

I think she might have sensed that and varied the pressure of her efforts in order to keep me awake. Her hands and fingertips going from gentle to a deeper and sometimes painful touch, her fingers finding hidden bruises within my back and shoulders.

She worked her way over my body from head to toe, paying equal attention to each point in between. She was working the various pressure points along my backside. Giving a thorough massage not like the usual fare that was available in such an establishment regardless of its official aspirations. A quick rub and then on to the show was what could usually be expected and received.

After reaching and finishing with my feet and toes, she adjusted my legs so that they were wider apart before starting back up. Only this time she kneeled between my legs instead of straddling me. I felt her tongue lick the backside of my left knee and make its way up my thighs. She paused now and then to wet it with her mouth before continuing upwards. When she reached my ass her hands grasped each cheek and she licked from top to as far down as she could go with me in that position.

It wasn't far enough and she guided me up into a kneeling position with my ass high in the air. Good thing the door was locked, this would have been rather embarrassing even if I hadn't had to explain. A rim job though was pretty much standard...the key was to open up your legs while in the shower and on your belly so the masseuse could clean down in between. In this more open and vulnerable position, she licked her way back from my ass cheeks to my anus. Her tongue tickled and teased me. Gently poking and dabbing at my rosebud while her hands held my ass cheeks apart, squeezing each handful tight.

She reached down between my legs with her right hand after and raked her nails along my flesh until she found my balls, which she gently squeezed. All this sensation and anticipation made my cock grow hard once more. When her hand found me erect, she moaned into my ass as she gave my cock a couple of tentative strokes in sync with her tongue.

Her hand slowly made its way back, tickling and gently scratching too along the way. Holding my cheeks open, she pressed her face hard against me. She got my hole sloppy wet with her salvia and began to push her index in. Very slowly she poked and prodded my hole getting it used to the idea first before she entered me, slipping it in slowly up and past her knuckle.

She twisted her finger around a bit from side to side, to screw it in deeper. My ass began to relax and accept the intrusion. Once she worked it in, she started to pump it in and out. Her finger pressed down and gently stimulating my prostrate, all of which just made my cock even harder.

Her finger moving in me was building to a sensation unlike any I had felt before ... at least at the same time. It was a combination of taking a good, healthy shit with the growing need to cum too. I thought for a moment that that would be her goal--to make me cum again. But her efforts slowed and soon her tongue was back licking away at my ass.

A familiar tap soon came against my bottom and I gingerly rolled over with her still kneeling between my legs sucking her finger clean. Once I was resettled and back on my back she rubbed her hands up my thighs to my cock and took it and my balls into her hands. She leaned forwarded and rubbed her nipples against the head of my penis and circled them across my thighs as well. The rubbery flesh causing goose bumps to form on my legs and arms as I felt her nipples travel down my thighs a new, but familiar sensation nearly made me gasp as her mouth closed around my cock. Her lips sucked gently before releasing me and then sliding down the underside. She stroked up and down the underside of my cock with her lips, one hand holding the tip in her palm and the other massaging my balls.

Her mouth soon found my balls too and she sucked each into her mouth, her tongue licking my scrotum as she moved from one to the other. Once it felt like she had been doing this forever without quit taking me to the point of coming, her mouth made its way up from my balls and cock to my belly and chest. She took the time to suck one of my nipples while her other hand pinched the other before continuing up to my neck and mouth.

I'm not sure how she did it--hell, I couldn't swear that she did anymore the whole event was so surreal in after thought--but as her lips met mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth she shifted her weight slightly and my cock sunk into her pussy at the same time. The wet and the heat left me breathless for a moment while her tongue and kiss held far more passion than the typical Benjamin bought. As she rode me, her sore bottom must have begun to bother her. Tears from her discomfort filled her eyes, but she didn't hesitate as she moved up and down cowgirl style on my cock. And her smile belayed any concern for her emotional state

The grip of her cunt would have made Kegel jealous. There were no worries on my end on whether or not I'd be able to cum again so soon after she had sucked what I had thought was every last drop from my balls. The velvet grip of her pussy was taking me closer and closer with each stroke.

I forgot myself and reached down taking her ass cheeks into each hand to move with her more and to provide her legs some extra support. My fingers squeezed, pressing in on the red welts that crisscrossed her bottom making her cry out. The pain sent her over the top and I could feel her cum hard on top of me. Her body tensed as her muscles contracted from head to toe all at once and then trembled, her flesh shaking against me. Including her pussy which squeezed down so tight that it sent me over the edge too and my cum boiled over and out of my cock deep inside her cooze.

As the pleasure overcame her senses and her orgasm crested, she leaned forward and lay against my chest. She sobbed a bit as she calmed down and held herself tight against me. Her pussy continued to hold me deep inside her.

Catching my breath, I looked up at the door and stared at the warning light that was mounted just above its sill. The light was used to warn the ladies when LE was on the premises so they could unplug from their clients and return to stroking the legitimate flesh before getting busted. Mommasan was supposed to activate the warning light in my room once the gang's bagman arrived.

I watched the dull-red, cycloptic eye as my breath and heart rate returned to their normal pace. Just as I was going to disengage myself, the warning light flickered on and off. I rolled out from underneath my little thief and grabbed my pants. I didn’t have much time, so I left my underwear and socks behind, I pulled on my wife-beater for a shirt and then slipped my feet into my shoes. I pulled the .38 from my jacket pocket and headed for the door.

I slowly turned the lock and then the knob, opening the door just enough to peer out. Looking down the hallway I could see mommasan. The bagman was between her and me with his back in my direction as we had planned. Slowly, I made my way out the door and down the hall. The plan was for me to cover him from behind while mommasan would check him for any weapons. Once she was satisfied, we were going to take him down into the basement where mommasan would hold him for ransom from the gang. The codes of honor would force the gang to comply, not that they would like it.

Nor was it a happy future waiting the bagman once he came home. He would have to sacrifice himself in order for the gang to save face. If he survived, he would most likely join the ladies in their profession working in a similar establishment, blowing the old wrinkled cocks of closeted gay men as well as taking them up his ass. But either way, they would no longer bother mommasan who had showed them who was dominate in her world.

That wasn't for me to worry about though. I had finished my part. He was delivered safe and secure. I headed back up the stairs to get properly dressed. I wasn't sure why mommasan had felt that she needed me; she could have had any of the other girls take him from behind. In the end, it would have been even more humiliating. Might be she didn't trust them, after my experience I couldn't blame her. If it had turned ugly though, it would have sat better with the police for me to be holding any smoking gun.

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Back in my apartment, I flopped down into my favorite recliner and listened to Billy Joel as he pounded out one of his piano ballads through my JBLs. I felt my body melt into the chair as I was finally able to fully let go and relax.

I woke several hours later to the buzzer from two stories below on my front door. I used the remote to activate my TV and to switch over to the security monitor. Suzi had wired it up after getting fed up with going to the door while we were cuddled up in the recliner catching a flick and snuggle. We could check the security cam from our seats without having to get up and buzz anyone in also that we were expecting or we were willing to see.

Mommasan's smiling face was aimed at the camera. She had too younger women with her as well, each of the girls wearing a long raincoat. The bit of sidewalk that was captured by the camera's eye revealed that it had rained while I was asleep. Lightning flashed just outside my window for added assurance. After buzzing them in, I turned off the TV and went over by the stairs to wait for mommasan. I wasn't feeling gentlemanly enough at the moment to go down and meet her halfway.

A barrage of thank you's came from mommasan as she reached the third floor. I wish she had waited until the next day to deliver them.

I pushed aside my annoyance before I spoke, "I hope you didn't come all the way over here just to thank me, as the customer it's my job to thank you."

"No, no, Mr. Swede. I thank you and am doing Suzi's business. She asked for me to provide you help as part of payment for assistance."

"Oh, Suzi forgot to tell me that. No problem. But you have your business to take care; I'll be fine until she gets back tomorrow." I replied.

"No problem, Mr. Swede. I have brought these two to care for you. No problem, they new from Korea."

I looked over at the two ladies, both had removed their rain coats and to my surprise both were decked out in the standard sailor suit inspired school girl uniforms used in Japan ... both for real school girls and erotica. Considering the shortness of their skirts, they were not a couple of school girls.

As if on cue, both turned as I looked at them and placed their backpacks onto the floor behind them against the wall. Bending over at the waste caused both of their skirts to ride up their thighs and to reveal what was beneath. One wore plain white cotton panties, very traditional ... the other a white thong that appeared to be cotton as well. I felt a familiar stir in my pants. There was life after death after all.

"I go now." Mommasan declared and immediate went for the stairs before I could say anything.

I looked again at the two young ladies standing before me. Each wearing her sailor uniform as if it were any other day and they were just home from classes or on their way out to attend them. 

"Ladies, how about this..." I spoke as I lead them to down the hall. "Here's the guest room. You two make yourselves at home and get some sleep or watch some TV. I'm going to go to bed and sleep. Tomorrow, I'll take the both of you shopping and we'll get you some more clothing to go with those very nice uniforms you have. Then tomorrow night you can put them back on and we can explore the possibilities?"

They nodded their agreement, but my smile was probably as much as they understood. Nonetheless they went into the room and left me be.

Sitting on the edge of my bed as I took my shoes and socks off, I noticed the red light blinking on my answering machine. I punched it just in case it was an emergency.

"Swede? Oh, that's right you've got that thing to do tonight. It's Suzi if you don't recognize the voice. I'm going to spend another week with my sister. I hope that doesn't put you out too much. I've arranged with our client for some help to take care of you. Bye ... call me!"

The click echoed in my head. It was hard to imagine not having Suzi around even though we had only been together for a couple of years now. I had been alone for so long you'd think her presence would be more of an imposition. Go figure.

That was just like Suzi to take care of me as well as to fulfill a long standing fantasy to boot. It looked like this PI was in for one long and hard week after all.

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Please feel free to send me any comments or suggestions.



Wash & Wear



Tonight was the night! Jim stood in front of the bathroom mirror making sure everything was perfect for his date this evening. He was feeling really good... and just a little bit nervous too. 

It had been 6 weeks since he had first laid eyes on her. He remembered it like it was just yesterday. He had been at work getting everything ready for the product photo shoot in the studio. He heard the studio door open behind him and then his boss' voice as she gave the usual tour-guide speech and he assumed she was just showing another client all the "pretty buttons and lights" to try and sell the client on their technical prowess. 

Jim was on the floor under a table setting up a display when they came into the room. He was kind of hoping they wouldn't see him so he didn't have to make nice and suck up to another clueless suit but no luck. He heard their footsteps getting closer and then his boss saying, "Hey Jim, you got a minute? There's someone here I want you to meet." 

Jim looked up from what he was doing and then saw two pair of legs from underneath the table. One he immediately recognized as his boss. The other made his breath catch in his throat. They were phenomenal! They were beautiful, shapely, and accentuated by a really great pair of black high heels and dark nylons. Jim quickly scrambled out from under the table; he wanted to see what the rest of the woman attached to those fabulous legs looked like. 

And he wasn't disappointed. She was maybe a few years younger than Jim. She was fit looking and wore a professional but sexy looking, in Jim's opinion, business suit with a rather short skirt. Her hair was dark, about shoulder length and framed one of the most beautiful faces he had ever seen! 

His boss introduced her as Angie, the new sales assistant. Jim tried as hard as he could to remain cool, calm and together but it was really hard. He had been struck by how beautiful she was and found himself a little tongue-tied. He recovered pretty quickly though and shook her hand.

"Welcome to the fun house!" said Jim with a smile, "If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'd be glad to help out any way I can." 

Angie shyly smiled back and replied in the sweetest voice, "Thanks! I'll take you up on that!" 

Jim's boss then bade him farewell and guided Angie to the door to continue the tour. Jim just stood there in the studio, watching them leave. He couldn't take his eyes off of Angie. He was stunned by how gorgeous this new woman was and how apparently sweet she seemed to be too. 

As they walked out the door, Angie turned to take another look back at Jim and saw him watching her retreat. She smiled and gave him a quick wave which he returned with a smile of his own. "This was going to be interesting." He thought.

Over the next few weeks, they had gotten to know each other a little better. Angie spent a lot of time in the studio scheduling shoots with Jim, and Jim made a valiant attempt to spend as much time in the office area as possible so as to be able to see more of Angie. They both seemed to hit it off pretty well. 

It took awhile to break through the shy girl shell but Angie started to feel more comfortable with the everyday routine, the personnel in the office, and especially Jim. He was pleasantly surprised how smart and especially sarcastically witty Angie was and she was thrilled with the way Jim could always make her laugh, no matter how things were going or how she was feeling. 

It had taken Jim awhile to get his nerve up but he had finally asked Angie out on a date. After a short silence that seemed to last forever... she agreed.

And now tonight was the night! He wanted everything to be perfect. He had made reservations at a nice little, romantic bistro and then planned to take her out dancing at a club he knew. On his way over to her apartment, Jim noticed the sky turning dark and it started to sprinkle on his windshield. 

"Great!", Jim thought, "Just what I need." 

Well, by the time he got to Angie's place, the sky had opened up and was dumping H20 like it was Bermuda in the rainy season. Jim wondered whether he should chance getting his umbrella out of the trunk or just make a dash for the door. Being the adventurist he was, he decided to make a run for it. Normally that would have been a good decision. Jim was in good shape and was pretty athletic. 

However, he had forgotten he was wearing his dress shoes which had the traction of a banana peel on an ice slick. Jim made it halfway across the parking lot when he attempted a leap over a rather large puddle. He landed on an oil slick left by a leaking car and his feet slid right out from under him. He fell over backward right into the puddle, which had grown immense in the rapid downpour, and was thoroughly soaked from head to toe. 

"Oh Man!", Jim said out loud, "What am I going to do now? I look terrible!" 

Apparently, Angie had witnessed the whole episode from her window because she came running outside to help him. She reached him just as he was getting to his feet. She took one look at him, smirked a little, and then burst out laughing. Jim was drenched. He saw her laughing at him, paused for a moment, and then started laughing himself. He looked comical and he knew it. 

Angie grabbed his hand and escorted him into the building. Once inside she said, "Wait here. I'll go find something for you to put on while we dry out your clothes." 

She disappeared into the other room as Jim stood dripping all over the front mat. After a few minutes, Angie returned holding what looked like a white terry-cloth robe and handed it to Jim. 

"Sorry but this is all I've got that will fit you. Why don't you go into the bathroom and change out of those wet things" said Angie. 

Jim went into the bathroom and peeled off his wet clothes and tried on the bathrobe. To his dismay, it was covered with big pink and yellow flowers and was rather short on him. As he emerged from the bathroom with his bathrobe on and his soaked clothes in his hands, Angie let out a little squeal of delight and started giggling again. 

She took Jim's clothes into the back room to dry them out. Then she excused herself to change out of her own wet dress, which Jim thought was stunning on her. When she returned wearing some nice knit pants and a cute little T-shirt, she asked him if he'd like a drink to warm him up.

"I'd love one. After what's happened so far, I need one!", said Jim. 

Angie poured them both a glass of red wine and they went into the living room and sat down on the couch together. They talked and laughed and shared several glasses of wine together. The whole time Jim was still wearing the bathrobe. He was having such a good time with Angie that he completely forgot that his clothes were sitting in the dryer in the other room. Angie didn't seem to mind either because she was enjoying watching Jim unconsciously wrestle with her bathrobe, trying to keep the too small garment closed and covering his muscular legs. 

As they talked, Jim noticed Angie getting closer to him, slowly, both mentally and physically. He didn't know if it was just the wine or what, but he noticed her sitting closer and closer to him throughout the night and now she was making a point to touch him more. As they talked, she would touch his arm or his hand. At one point, after he had cracked a rather witty joke, she laughed out loud and placed her hand on his bare leg as she leaned forward. 

Her touch sent a thrill right up his leg, up to his head and straight back down to his groin. He was starting to really feel warm and noticed that this beauty was starting to really turn him on. He wanted so badly to lean over and kiss her but was still feeling a little shy. 

He reached over to the coffee table to pour himself another glass of wine, having to lean closer to Angie to do it, and instead of leaning back to accomodate him, she leaned closer to him. He found himself face to face with her and decided to make his move. He leaned the last bit closer to her and their lips met. Jim was blown away at the sensation. 

Every nerve in his face was sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. Her lips were warm and soft and slightly wet. It was the best feeling Jim had ever experienced. He reached up and put his arm around her neck. His hand caressed the back of her head and he was amazed at how wonderfully soft and silky Angie's hair was. 

She seemed to be really enjoying it herself too. She was returning his kiss with just as much tenderness and passion as he was. Her breath was sweet and starting to come out stronger as both of them were breathing heavier. Jim's hands moved down and he started to rub her back and explore the curves of her body. 

As their kissing got more heated, Angie reached into the robe Jim was wearing and started to rub his bare chest. Her other hand was wrapped around his neck and she was running her hands through his hair as they explored each others' mouths with their tongues. 

Angie, getting really hot now, tossed her right leg over Jim's left and started rubbing it up and down. This got him really excited and it started to show as his member became erect and started to make a tent out of the now loose robe. As Angie rubbed her leg up and down his with more and more effort, she rubbed high enough to graze his erection and was a bit startled by it. 

She let out a little "Ooh! What's this?!" and rubbed her entire leg up and down it. 

This got Jim really going. He took her cue and started to explore Angie's body with more abandon. He reached under her shirt and began to rub and caress her chest. She had nice round, firm breasts and Jim took great pleasure in caressing every inch of them. His other hand was exploring her back and moving down toward her firm backside. 

As Jim turned his head and started to kiss and nibble on her neck, he reached down to feel Angie's bottom and gave it a little squeeze. This elicited a squeal from her followed quickly by a soft moan. Jim could tell she was really hot now. Angie moved her one hand down to Jim's lap and felt around until she found the large lump in his robe. She parted the folds and then reached inside to feel his member. She was impressed by it and started to rub and caress it. 

By this time, both of them were so hot and turned on that neither of them could hold back any longer. 

Angie leaned over and whispered huskily into Jim's ear, "I want you Jim. I want you to make love to me." 

Jim didn't hesitate at all. Angie was already practically in his lap so he reached under her, lifted her up into his arms and stood up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as he carried her into the bedroom. 

He gently set her down on the bed and lay down next to her. They both shed their clothes and proceeded to intertwine their bodies in a twist of sensual stimulation. Jim and Angie made love for hours in every imaginable way they could think of. It was great. Not only was it passionate and wild but it was also very intimate, very beautiful. Both of them just felt good about it. Jim knew that he had found a goddess and he wished that the night would never end.



Wash Away the Pain



He was looking forward to feeling the hot water rush down over his body to relax some of his tense muscles. They hurt. All of them. From the tip of his toes up through his body to his aching head, everything hurt and as the rainshower head began pouring a steaming hot downpour it felt like it might wash away.

He leaned back against the glass wall, cold and hard, and despite the hot streams he shivered for a second. He put his head back too and water rushed into his gaping mouth and ran out and down over his chest and tightly muscled belly before smoothing out the thick mat above his cock and running over it in a hot coursing flow.

He didn't move for few minutes until the glass warmed and his mind stopped racing its playback of the horrible last few days. He stood upright and his chin dipped onto his chest and the water ran down over his back and ass, almost burning after the cool wall. He reached up and took a big squeeze of the bath soap, filling his palm. He rubbed it over his neck and chest in big sudsy circles before running his soapy hands down over his tummy and lower. He circled his cock and gently massaged all around his full balls. 

As his shaft began to stir he let out a moan that sounded almost strange and he leaned back again and ran his hand up and down the semi hardness of his cock. It didn't rise fully until he gently circled the full head with his fingers. It began its slow pounding rise to full rock hardness.

He felt her body touch his all along his chest and tummy and her hand slid down and pushed his away as her tiny fingers circled him and squeezed in that funny way she always did when she first touched his cock. Testing? Is it hard enough yet? Full enough? In all their years he never asked her why.

His hand rubbed over his chest and pinched a nipple but her face pushed in and her mouth replaced his fingers and enclosed the nipple just before her teeth grasped it and let it harden in her mouth.

He almost sobbed as her hand began to twist and run from the base of his cock out to just behind the fat full head where it circled and rubbed before sinking back down to the base.

As his hands felt the full roundness of her ass she bit and chewed at the nipple as water pushed her hair down over her face. His breath began to come in deep spasms as her fingers began to play gently over the soapy head of his cock and her lips slid down onto his ribcage. Like always her tongue played on and then under each rib before it slid down onto his tummy and then back and forth in each fold of his sixpack abs. One, two, three, back and forth, lower each time. 

And like it always did her tongue sank into his belly button and she sucked and nibbled around it before her knees buckled and she sank down in front of him. He could just barely feel her sweet hand on the back of his thigh as she pushed his cock up against his tummy and sucked up and down along the fat vein on the bottom side of it. Now he was sobbing. She turned her head and ran her mouth up and down along the shaft as her hands slid around his muscled ass around and pulled his cheeks open.

She backed slowly off with her mouth and as his cock lowered and pointed at her, bobbing and pounding, she slid her lips over the head and locked them just behind the crown. Sucking hard she let it slide in and out of her lips. The feeling on the head of his cock was unbelievable. Her tongue probed at the open slit. Her fingers played in the soap in his crack and finding the little bud they began to press and slide all around it.

He felt a finger press to the side of his hole and when it easily slid inside him to the first joint of her finger, her mouth sank slowly and inexorably down until the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth.

So familiar, so loving and so fucking good and he felt the cum boiling up in his balls. She pumped him forcefully with her tight mouth and as the finger at his ass began a long series of twists it sank deep into him. She pushed the head of his cock into her throat. Part roar, part moan and part cry his cum flooded out into her warmth and he fell back against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor with the water pounding down over him.

He didn't move until the hot water ran out a few minutes later and he reached over and shut off the tap.

The water dripping down his face into his mouth turned from fresh to salty and he rose and pushed open the big glass door, now completely covered in steam.

For just a second he expected to see her there, cleaning her teeth and smiling that sheepish grin that she did every time he encountered her compulsive needs. She wasn't there though and he let out a long sigh that slowly took away every bit of his breath. 

He glanced back into the shower where the jets of his cum still streaked down the front of the glass enclosure and the pain started all over again. She wasn't in the bedroom either and she never would be again. 

For some reason , like the lyrics of a bad song, those damn words popped back into his mind, just like they had all day.

"In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to the charity of your choice."



Wash Cloth



This is one of the longest Jakewho69 stories. This one will not please the btb crowd, but making allowance for some exaggeration for the sake of the story, it does have a sense of plausibility. If it fits into a 'type' it is that of roll reversal. The husband Ken, reminds me of the frog slowly boiled to death. Ken is married to an over the top, exuberant, free spirited loose woman, and ends up rationalizing most everything.

I was assisted in editing this by Overstar. He made the mistake of offering criticism of my editing, and agreed to help next time. Little did I realize at the time, I dumped just about the longest story Jakewho69 ever wrote, but he went through it line by line, as did I. 

We did correct a lot of clear errors, but kept Jake's wording and voice. If you don't like his stories, then save yourself the trouble...

Chilleywilley

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My name is Ken Spencer and my wife is Kimberly Williams. We have been married eleven years. I first met my wife in my last year of high school. My school's football team played a rival school, her school, and we won the game 16 to 14. After the game we returned to their school as there was a big church fund raiser going on with a carnival and all. I drove my car with two of my buddies over there to check out their girls. 

My buddies are Nick and fat Andy. I grew up with them and we have gone all through school with each other. All of us played sports and were pretty good at whatever we played. Andy was going on to college and Nick was going into the army. I had hoped to nail a maintenance job with the state. 

We met three girls from the other school while we were enjoying the carnival and took them to a burger place to eat. As we sat there talking, Kimberly and I were immediately attracted and were making eyes at each other. After we finished eating and flirting with each other, we went back to the fund raiser and Kimberly asked if I could drive her home when the evening was done. On the ride I found out Kim didn't want to stay because her old boyfriend was there with a new girlfriend and she was pissed off. He had seen the two of us holding hands, which she wanted him to see, so he would be pissed too, but he just bent over his date and kissed her hard. 

Kim took me to a place to park as it was still too early for her to go home, and I figured she wanted to neck and forget about her boyfriend. You could tell he was still bothering her because she talked a lot about him while we were parking. I hadn't been with too many girls as I was into sports pretty heavy and behind in my schoolwork, leaving little time for fun. I needed to graduate from high school to get a job with the state or I would be looking at a future with Burger King flipping burgers for a living. 

Kim was telling me she was going off to college to get a degree. When I heard that I gave her a line of shit saying I was going off to college too. When we were at the burger place, I thought she had taken her bra off while she was in the ladies room. When I felt her tit through her sweater and found no restrictions, I knew I was right and she was hot to go. Being inexperienced and still a virgin I didn't have rubbers with me and kind of hoped we wouldn't have sex. Now I was under her sweater and pulling on her nipples as she moaned. The next thing I knew her hand was on my cock I got all excited and was ready to cum. This was the first time a girl had ever touched me. 

I finally lifted her sweater up and she pulled my head right into her tits. Even though this was one of my first times with a set of bare boobs, I was sucking away like I was a pro. This girl was plenty hot; I was never with a girl like her before. I had always dreamed of this and was in heaven. I had only played with tits through shirts before and never had a tit in my mouth. I knew she was experienced and I wasn't, but I played like I had done it all my life. After a long time of sucking on her tits and hearing her moan I made a play for her pants and belt but she moved fast, grabbed my wrist and stopped me from going any further. 

I figured I had blown my chances when instead she leaned over and unzipped my pants. Next she reached in and pulled my cock out and started to rub it. I knew I would never last long and was scared I would shoot all over her as her head was close to my cock. Then she leaned into my cock and took it in her mouth. That was it! I don't know if she even sucked on it or not. It exploded and I was humping her mouth and she continued to suck my cock as I shot load after load into her throat. After a few minutes she sat up and reached for her purse and opened it. 

That's when I saw her bra in the purse. Kim pulled out a baggie and it had a damp wash cloth in it and she washed her face off. Then she reached over and pulled my cock straight up and washed it off too. 

After I calmed down and came back to earth, we just sat there in each other's arms talking for about an hour. We continued to talk about her and me and what we would do in college and the good jobs we would end up with. Damn this college stuff sounded good and I almost wished I were smart enough to go. It sure sounded like a good way to land a decent job. I was starting to recover from my first blow job and I wanted to fool around again but she said wait till next time, it was getting late and she had to get going. 

When I got back to the carnival to pick up Nick and Andy I had to wait till Nick got back. He walked a girl home and Andy had struck out with his girl so he was there. We waited an hour and he showed up with the girl's bra in his pocket. We exchanged stories on the way home laughing all the way. 

I called Kim the next day and we talked. She didn't come right out and say it but I could tell she was still pissed at her boyfriend and probably wanted to use me to get back at him. That would be fine with me. The next few days we talked again and she said she was back with her boyfriend but we still could be friends. Sure, just what a guy wants to hear after his first blowjob. We talked from time to time, until her boyfriend dropped her again and then she called me more. 

We finally ended up talking right up to June and then her boyfriend came into the picture strong this time, so I could see it was hopeless to proceed with her. We did date. I drove over to pick her up for a date or stay at her house and watch TV. I did get about five more blowjobs out of it and played with her pussy so it wasn't a waste of time for me. It was a thirty-mile haul to her house and that is why I didn't see too much of her. 

Trying to keep my grades up as best I could and playing sports, I didn't have too much time for her. Plus I had a girl in my area that I was making a run at. So in June when she said her old boyfriend was taking her to the prom I more or less quit calling her. 

I next ran into Kimberly three years later out at the lake. I had been working for the state for three years right after high school. I had bought a cheap speedboat to pick up chicks and have some fun. I didn't have a steady girl and what I could see from the girls I dated, I didn't know if I wanted to marry one of them. The girls I knew had sex once week with one guy and sex the next week with another guy. I had just as much fun chasing them around and get a piece of ass every now and then rather than tying myself down with one steady girlfriend. 

Kim was with a couple girls and they were on the island drinking like the rest of us. I finally got up the nerve and went over to talk to her. The last time we had spoke on the phone, which was about eight months after our first meeting, I had told her I was going to college. Now she was in her senior year and asked where I was going and what year I was in. I told her I decided to go to work for the state and to go to school part time. Another big ass lie. She asked me what I was taking part time. I finally laughed and told her I wasn't taking anything and not going to school at all, that I had lied to her. 

She laughed at me and said, "You guys say anything to get a piece of ass from a girl." I agreed with her and we headed for the beach for volleyball. We fooled around and had fun all day eating drinking and playing around. As night came we all left and I maneuvered it so that I drove her home. I found out when we went in her house that her parents and brother and sister were at a party. 

We sat on the couch and started to neck. After a lot of swapping spit I started for her tits and took her shirt off to reveal no bra underneath. We were in all kinds of position as we kissed and felt each other up. About half-hour into it she once again had a hand inside my shorts and pulled my cock out. I was thinking this was great and this time I had rubbers with me. 

After five minutes of her playing with my dick I started to move for her shorts to pull them down. She lifted up to let me slide them down. She had beautifully trimmed pubic hair shaped into a perfect triangle. I slid my hand over it feeling its soft texture. My hand progressed further to find her wet lips. I easily slipped a finger in and she moaned in ecstasy. 

She started humping my hand ever so slightly with every stroke of my finger. Then she moved and she once again took my cock in her mouth, just like years ago. Unlike our last encounter, I had gained some experience and would not shoot that quickly. 

I'm not sure how long she pleasured me with her oral expertise, but I did shoot again in her mouth without any warning. She gagged and tried to keep up with the flow but some did seep past her lips and down her chin. She wasn't mad but she let me know I should give her a warning when I was ready to shoot. She sat up and reached for her beach bag and pulled out a baggie with a wash cloth in it just like old times and washed her lips and face. This girl sure got good use out of her baggie and wash cloth. Then she washed my cock off, gave me a slight smile and told me it was my turn to do her. 

She spread one leg over the top of the couch and one leg on the floor as she sat up against the arm of the couch. I got down on the couch and just took in the gorgeous sight before me. I bent down, getting closer to the forbidden treasure denied me years ago. I slowly took her lips into my mouth, gently sucking them. Her juices had a slight sweet taste that I fell in love with the moment it touched my tongue. I probed my tongue deeper into her gathering as much nectar as I could. She again started her soft gyrations on my face. While I was busy devouring her pussy her foot had found my raging hard on and started a slow stoking with her toes along the length of my shaft. She had really started to get into it as I zeroed in on her swollen clit, she started bucking in earnest and I continued my assault on her engorged button. 

I worked her pussy good (if I do say so myself) she moaned and screamed and kept pushing my head into her pussy. I tried to come up to fuck her and she pushed me down, indicating to me there would be no fucking at least till I had finished eating her to orgasm. I could feel my cock getting ready to explode all over the couch. I lifted my head from her and told her she had me as hot as I had her and I was going to shoot. 

That must have put her over the edge because she immediately started to shake and convulse in an earth shattering orgasm. After she calmed down she softly pushed me away needing to rest. 

I was just about ready to shoot on her foot that was playing with my cock even though she had just gone through an orgasm. She just lay there completely exhausted, keeping up her manipulations with her foot on my aching cock. After five minutes of me just watching her give me a lazy foot job, she crawled up to my lap and took my cock in her mouth again.

After a few minutes she looked at me and said you will tell me when you're coming won't you. I nodded my head yes as she went back to work on my cock. Her talent had gotten even better with practice over the years. 

When I told her I was coming, she took her mouth off it and I spurted gob after gob of my cum on her tits. I came harder than I ever had from a blowjob before. When it was finished she rubbed it into her tits and we started laughing about it. Finally, she once again took the wash cloth and cleaned up. I left shortly after that and she told me she was going back to school in a few days. In the weeks that followed, we really didn't see each other much. The last time I saw her I took her out to dinner. We neither stayed in touch nor did she ask to stay in touch or write. 

We talked a lot at the dinner we had. She told me she was getting a job in a public relations firm once she got out of school and it was all set because it was a firm run by a close friend of their family. She was all excited about it but was nice enough to ask about what I wanted to do with my life. I told her I was working in the maintenance section for the state and we were getting all new computers. I told her that maintenance was sure changing and that with computers coming on, and I knew enough about them so that I would be moving right up the ladder. 

Most of the guys there were in their late 30's or early 40's and I didn't think they would pick it up as fast as I would. Also, I didn't think a lot of them were as bright as I was. She seemed really interested and caring about my life. She told me to take it easy and not to drink or do drugs and things would look good for me in the future. We also talked about her life plans. She said she didn't want to get married right away and wanted to wait till she was about 30 and then marry some rich guy and quit work and spend all his money raising the kids, we both laughed. I took her home and it was the last I saw of her till three years later. 

Three years later I was at a fundraiser for a Congressman that our union was backing. Seeing I got free tickets for the fifty dollar a plate dinner I went. I had asked Nick and Andy to go but they had tickets for the ball game so I went by myself. I figured a lot of women would be there so why not me chasing one of them around. As it turned out, I got to know the Congressman quite well. We think alike, and have dinner three or four times a year.

As I was moving from one of the bars to another checking out the women to see who was free I felt a pair of warm hands cover my eyes. 

She was saying, "Guess who?" I gave up and turned to look at her to see who it was. It was Kim. A big smile came on my face when I saw her. 

She asked me if I was the congressman running for office. 

"NO", I said laughing. 

Kim said, "Damn! You clean up nice in that new suit I figured you were the congressman." 

Then she laughed and told me her firm was running his campaign in this area and she was part of the team, in fact she was the one in charge of it. She said, "I figured I would bust your balls", as she laughed but then she said, "You looked real nice in a suit; you should get a job wearing one." We headed off and danced a few tunes. 

I called her Kim and she asked me please call her Kimberly when she was working. 

"Kim does not sound classy enough for my job while working a room full of influential people", she said. 

I told her, "Sure! Kimberly! I have no problem with it."

I have to say it was hard at first but I got the hang of it and most of the time I called her Kimberly anyways. 

So we danced about six songs at different times in between her taking care of her organizer responsibilities as the night went on. I could see her working the room, talking to people and feeling them out. She would walk up to a group of guys and put her arm around one's neck and whisper in his ear. They both would laugh and the other guys would move closer to her. She would shake hands with different people and hug others. 

You could almost see her rubbing her body against some of the guys. She sure knew how to play a room. She never stood by herself for long. All the guys flocked to her. They were all different ages, from twenty to eighty. They all wanted to be near her, to hear what she had to say. 

During one of our brief encounters during the night she asked me if I would drive her home after the party was over, and I jumped at the chance. Since it was a Friday night and it was relatively early, we went and had a few drinks. Time slipped away from us and before we knew it the bar closed and we had to leave. We went to a diner for something to eat and some coffee. We sat there and talked till four in the morning. She told me she didn't really need a ride home but back to the hotel to get her car. She just asked for one because she wanted some time alone with me. We made a date to go out again. 

We went to a dance club that she hung around all the time. I knew the place but it was way out of my league. She knew everyone there, plus the doorman, so there was no charge other than a tip to him. We ran into her friends and sat with them. She had two girls that she used to go to school with that I didn't like much at all. They where Sara and Rita, and they played up to all the guys, which is another way of saying they would fuck anyone. Now that I'm not a kid, I didn't like that in a woman. Her other friend seemed nice but you could tell they all came from money. 

The short four hours I was there I hoped they were not her best friends. As it turned out she hung with them in college but was only so-so friends now. Those girls were just out for a good time with anyone who had the money. I sure felt way out of place as they were all dressed up in expensive suits and I had one off the racks. Kimberley loved to dance and we danced quite a bit and she also danced with a bunch of other guys. She also worked the room just like I saw her do when she was working. 

She seemed to know everyone, and the ones she didn't know, she got to know within a few minutes. She and the Congressman were birds of a feather. All charm, focus completely on whoever you are talking to and call them by name, she had a great knack for remembering names, and move on before someone asks anything you have to say no to. Around midnight we left to go to another bar for a few drinks. After that I took her home and she invited me to come by her place the next day to hang out with her. It was Sunday and she usually stayed home to prepare for the week's work she had to do. She said it was her lazy day. 

Hanging out with her was fun. We didn't do that much except talk all day about our lives and what had happened to us over the years. She told me that she was doing well in the firm but too many guys there trying to get in her pants. Everyone, guys from the mail boy up to the president of the firm. Kim said she had two promotions since working there. She said she could fuck her way to the top if she wanted to, but was working for it honestly, instead. 

When she said that I was thinking: 'save one of the fucks for me'. 

It was a month before I did get in her pants. I dated her once a week and she would call me once or twice a day to talk to me. She had a lot of other dates while I was with her so I wasn't the only guy she went out with. I didn't know if she was doing the other guys or not, but I wore a rubber. 

We started to have sex after about six dates. Oh yes she still did the wash cloth thing - I guess that was her signature. She said she was on the pill, but I told her I used rubbers just to be sure she didn't get knocked up, but really to protect myself in case she came down with something while she dated other guys. I never did ask her if she was doing other guys or not. 

A few times I went alone to her favorite dancing spots on the weekends and saw her with her dates. One time I went with Andy and Nick as they were more into the high class places than I was. 

They both got married a few years ago and their wives where both at a baby shower that night, so they had the night off and went with me. 




Wash Cloth



The last time Nick saw Kimberley was at that carnival. Andy had gone to college with her. I pointed her out and the guys checked her out. We watched her dance and she seemed pretty wild with the guys she was with. I danced with her there a few times. From time to time she would come over to me and ask me to dance. I was slowly getting more comfortable in this upscale atmosphere and, yes, I did buy myself a few new and different suits to go clubbing in. I found out I liked these people, and I'm getting comfortable with them

I talked with the guys and they asked if I was banging her yet. I told them no not yet, as this is the girl I want to settle down with. They laughed, either because I was clearly bullshitting about not sleeping with her, which I was, or because I wanted to marry her, which I did.

Andy said he has been here before and seen her lot of times and she seems too wild to him and not the type to settle down with one guy. 

Andy told me he went to college with her and she was very friendly with him at school. Andy was fat, about 280 and five eight in high school, when he went out for the football team and got in shape.

He is now 6ft 3 and his weight is 220 and he looks real good. He said at school he didn't have many friends his freshman year because of the extra weight. 

Kim would always talk to him and sit with him anytime he was alone. She remembered him from the date we all had at the carnival. He even said they went out on a double date a few times, but he wasn't with her. He had his own date. He said he heard she was hot but never knew anyone that got in her pants, but he doubted she was a virgin. He said she always with a group and had lots of fun from what he could see. He said she hung with two girls, Rita and Sara, who had bad reputation at the school as they were always flirting with the guys and playing up to everyone. 

Andy said he liked her. She was a friend to him when other kids weren't. 

Both Andy and Nick said they could see she was a high maintenance girl and would always need the most recent fashions in the way of clothes and hairstyle. They kind of agreed she was more of a headache than she was worth. I knew the guys where only telling me the truth as they saw it but I still had my heart set on her. I figured she would change somewhat for me and wouldn't be such a headache. I could also tell the guys where holding back as they knew I had already made up my mind and they didn't want to go off on her too much because of our friendship. 

On our dates Kimberley and I would go out to eat and then dancing or back to her place to sit around and talk. She talked a lot about her work and the people in her firm. Everyone there was cutthroat and trying to outdo the other people. I saw some papers on her desk and did some mild snooping. She makes a lot of money, I thought to myself, a lot more than I made. Actually she made more than three times what I presently made. 

While she was on her dates with other guys, Kimberley sometimes would come over to my part of town and saw me dancing with my dates. She always had a big smile on her face and she just loved life and loved to party. Once, she and her date came over and sat with us when we were with a bunch of other friends, but he made an ass of himself, downgrading the place and the people there. No one at the table really liked him; he was too full of himself and pompous. 

Everyone liked her though. She could make herself fit in any place she went to. We started dating more and more frequently. After about six months we were very comfortable with each other and often she would have me over to her place at night while she worked on papers or her computer. She said she liked to have me around even if I was just sitting there reading a book or watching television. As I sat there watching television sometimes the phone would ring and she would ask me to get it. 

Often it was a guy wanting to talk to her and I would give her the phone. She would laugh and joked with them trying to make me jealous. 

She would accept dates after asking me what our plans were. If I said I wasn't going to be around, or had something to do, she would go out on a date. She later said to me, 

"If you don't want me going out you better speak up or I will make a date as I don't want to sit home." 

I had found out that her firm paid part of her apartment rent as she used it for entertainment for work with catered dinner parties and light cocktail parties. They always sent a car to pick her up for any function as they didn't want her charged with any DWI's and have it look bad on the company or be in the paper. Sometimes a group of us would go up to her place from the club and sit around and shoot the breeze. 

We went to parties at Andy and Nick's house on weekends. Their wives did not like Kimberley at first, but once they got to know her they fell in love with her like I did. They would meet for lunch and do the shopping bit as Kim had very good taste. They did say she bought a lot of clothes and at the high end price but they still liked her. Initially the girls told me that they didn't like her and they could not put their finger on what it was. But after meeting her a few times they apologized to me and told me she was nice and they liked her. 

Finally, after another three months or so, I was the only one dating her. We would go to parties of hers about twice a month. The parties were way up scale events that rich people put on. I wasn't that crazy about them but she enjoyed them and liked to mingle with the people to make more connections, and I met people I enjoyed so it was OK. I suppose I had a choice of dumping her or going to her parties, so here I was mingling with her people. I would find the sport guys and talk over the latest news. 

We were in her apartment one Sunday talking with another couple that had come over to visit. We were having a great time and we started talking about how they were going to get married in three weeks. We were going to the wedding and we talked about how happy we were for them, preparation issues and other wedding chatter. 

While the four of us talked, Betty asked, "Kimberly when are you going to get married? You are all set up in your job now, you should think about getting married. You always told me you wanted three kids, you better hurry up." 

Kim said, "Well I come with too much baggage to get married right now," And the two of them laughed. 

I asked, "What was so funny," and they told me it was a private joke. 

Later, after they had left, I asked Kim, "What did you mean about too much baggage." She curled up with me on the couch and said, 

"Well, if you really want to know, I will tell you. The guy I marry will have to agree to a few things before we can get married. " 

"Number one is, sign a prenuptial, I inherited a good amount of money from my uncle and I'm not about to share it with some guy who marries me for four or five years and leaves on me. I also added to it and I have stock in the company." 

"Number two is I plan on keeping my name as it is well known and it would be too much trouble to change it. Plus, by coincidence, it is the also the name of the company and people think I am related to the wheels and they treat me differently. It helps me with clients to have the same name as the top dogs." 

"Number three is, I want three kids and I would want my husband to agree to that before we got married." 

"Number four is I want to continue to work and that would probably mean going to parties without hubby and he would sit home with the kids. Many men would not let the wife go out like that, so my guy would have to be someone special." 

"Number five is I have to be friendly and outgoing if I want to do a good job. That means kissing people and hugging them. I have to kiss a lot of ass in my job to stay on top of it. If my husband is the jealous type we can't make it work. So he has to agree to let me do my thing and not get jealous every time I speak to a guy or hug him as a greeting. 

"So you can see that my baggage is huge and my man would have to love me a lot to put up with me. So the floor is open for the next five minutes if you would like to propose to me," She said as she smiled and laughed nervously. 

I was caught off guard. There was silence and she said,

"Did I scare you so much and you need time to think it over or don't you want to make a run at me," 

I could see tears start to well up in her eyes, her smile had faded. 

"No I would love to marry you but there are a few things that bother me."

"If that's a proposal, I accept" her smile returned "and now what are the few things that bother you?"

"Well it's the way you fall all over guys when you meet them or see them all the time you are always all over them." 

"Honey, it's just the way I do business, it's nothing more, the friendlier I am the more friends I make and more connections I make. I've got to get everyone's name in print to do a good job and I have to know people to do that. If I were a straight snob no one would talk to me. I would be without a job. That's why I wander off at parties to meet people. I don't want to drag you with me and have you get bored. Being friendly is just part of the job. I do tease at times but the guys like it so I give them what they want, but it stops there. That's all there is to that, nothing more." 

"Well, why couldn't I come with you to parties after we get married?" 

"Yes definitely you can come. I just think you won't want to once you hook me. I figured you would rather be home doing things or out with your buddies than at my parties. Plus, once the kids are here, you will probably use that as an excuse not to come. I didn't mean to say you couldn't come. What I meant is you wouldn't want to, but that I had to go, as it is part of my job. You're more than welcome to come with me." 

"Well I guess you are right, and some of these parties, if I had a choice I guess I would stay at home." 

"Also I told you I want to be called Kimberly and not Kim when I'm with my work friends. I want all the people to call me Kimberly as a show of respect to me." 

"Is that an issue? I always call you Kimberly except when we have sex I call you Kim." 

"Well what about the prenuptial and the three kids plus the name how you feel about them?" she asked looking directly into my eyes. 

"As far as the prenuptial goes, I guess I can see your point, I have a few buddies that already got divorced or separated already. And the name isn't that big and the number of kids doesn't really matter as long as there are a few of them. They will have my name won't they?" 

"Of course, Mr. Spencer your name will be on all three of them." 

She said in mock respect. I half expected her to salute me. The sparkle had completely returned to her face now, like a huge weight had been taken from her. "I'm not taking this as a proposal; you will have to do it another time, on your knee when you do it, and have a ring in your hand. I want you to pick it out for me. Plus you have to ask my father for permission to marry me and you have only met him twice, which should be fun. Seeing he didn't like you either time you have met him, but you know that. He just doesn't want anyone to marry his sweet daughter and stick some smelly thing into her," she laughed. 

"By the way, about you partying without me. That is a great temptation to anyone to forget their vows, but if you do, I'm out of here. You damn well better come home with all of your underwear and no bite marks! If I catch you screwing around, it's over and I get the kids?" 

"Sleeping around will not be a problem with me, and I agree to the deal with the kids If the same applies to you."

And so began our marriage with the devil.

As time went on I met her father a few times and we started to get along fine, in a way. I was a regular worker and so was he. He worked in a factory and his wife was a nurse. I knew he wanted his daughter to marry someone like a doctor or lawyer, but things don't always work out the way you want them to. Both parents would call her Kimberly when they talked to her or about her. 

I finally proposed to her when we went on a picnic and I had to do the bended knee thing and ask her while she was seated. I did the whole thing for her, because I really loved this girl. She was right about her father as he questioned me up and down. I never answered so many questions in my life, but that is all behind me now. 

We got married in a June wedding and went to the island for the week. It was a long week. As soon as I gave her the engagement ring she shut my tap off till the wedding night. So without any sex for five months we both where horny for it. The honeymoon was a lot of fun for the both of us. We met a great bunch of couples, also newlyweds, there and we all got along great. It was a blast. Both her and by now me, could fit right in with anyone. I could see so many guys giving her the eye on our honeymoon and figured this l was going to happen all through our whole life, so I better get used to it. 

The week we got back was on a Sunday and she went to work Monday. I went first to work but came home later in the day to get my wallet that I forgot while changing. I saw her wedding ring and engagement ring sitting on top of her dresser. I was pissed because I bought them and she was not wearing them. I knew she didn't take my name but the rings were something else. Her opal ring that I gave her was gone so that was all she was wearing. 

I picked her up that night and we went out to dinner. I brought the rings up and she told me she did not want to wear them to work as it didn't fit in with her way of dressing or her looks. I pointed out they were not a fashion accessory; they were the visible symbol to all that she was married. It was supposed to remind both her and others of that. We discussed it until we both got mad and then went home. 

We came back to her apartment where we lived for five months 'till we bought a house. House! She showed me one that was more like a castle, four bedrooms and two baths and then a half bath on the upstairs floor. Downstairs there was a large room for her to entertain her friends and party and there was a giant game room with a bar. There was no way we could pay for this place even if she makes the good money she made. She said we would talk about it when we got home. 

At the apartment we talked about it. I said, "I figured we would get a small place with 3 bedrooms and a place I could pay for on my salary if you decided to quit work." 

She came over to me with pad and pencil and a calculator and started her sales pitch. I thought to myself that she had this plan all along. Well, she showed me how we would just pay the interest on the house and in ten or twelve years it would be double in value and we would own half of it free and clear. She talked me into it and said that she planned on going back to work after each child was born so her money would always be coming in. 

All that week and right up till Wednesday we ate out for all our meals. Well, Wednesdays I picked her up and drive right past our apartment and she said, "I would like to change before we eat." 

"Yes I will let you change first but first we have to get some groceries so we can eat." 

"You mean we are not going out to eat." 

"No we are not going out to eat. We been eating out for over 3 weeks and I think it's time we start eating some home cooked meals." 

"Yes, I agree, but we should call my mom before we go over there to eat. She doesn't like to be surprised for dinner," she said and laughed. 

Kim said, "Well, don't be surprised when I don't know how to cook, I never did it before." 

"You will and it will be fun we both can learn new things." 

"Well really I didn't think I would have to cook, to tell you the truth." 

"Wouldn't it be hard on the kids if we didn't feed them?" 

"Yes. I never gave that a thought. This should prove interesting on our part." 

We got the groceries and brought them home and made a half ass meal of the food we bought. We both cooked and I had to show her how to do some of the things that went along with cooking. After we cleaned up and did the dishes we sat on the couch talking. She asked,

"Can we go out to eat tomorrow?" 

"No," I said laughing, "We will eat in for a month till we learn how to cook and then think about going out once in a while. You want to learn how to cook don't you, so you can feed the kids?" 

"Yes, but it takes nine months to have a kid so I figure I could learn then." 

"No, now you might not like to cook so there will be no kids till you learn how to cook and feed us." 

"So what is your job going to be?" 

"I'll do the grass mowing and snow blowing and plant the garden, paint the house, bring in wood to burn for the fireplace and fix whatever goes wrong around here." 

"Ken! This is the south. There is no snow blowing and the lawn service does the grass, and it will be years before it needs painting or anything to maintain.

"Well I'll just sit back and watch you get prettier with each day that goes by."

We did agree to go out once a week to eat and twice a week to go dancing or to visit friends of mine. We went to Nick and Andy's place and also to some friends of hers. 

Just before our first anniversary she found out she was pregnant and we went house hunting. With the money we both made we got a four-bedroom house with a nice fireplace in the den or family room. Hugely bigger than I wanted, but a bit smaller than she wanted. We just paid the interest on the loan for the house and it was a low interest rate. It was 3500 square feet and lots of room in it. 

One of the rooms was her workroom and she put a computer in there for me so I would be close to her. We had the guys, Nick and Andy and the wives helped us move and set things up. Her company paid a portion of the cost of the house for entertainment. We had a large dining room and it would accommodate her for parties she would have. Plus there was a huge room for more entertainment. It was a perfect house for us and we would not have to move to another house later on. 

I thought it was way out of our range but she said the way the housing market is it would always go up in value and we would never lose money on it. I wanted a handyman's special sort of house, one that I could work on but she told me flat out that she would never live in a house like that. 

Kim continued to go to company functions and, like she predicted, I would I beg off going to most of them. I would join some of my buddies for the night. The suit and tie thing was not my first choice. Kim never dressed up or had much on around the house unless friends were coming over to see us. 

When the baby was born she applied for her maternity leave of absence and we enjoyed our baby girl. Jesse was an even seven pounds and very healthy. It took some time for us to fall into a routine but we did manage. Three months later, in the summer, I took some vacation time to help with the baby and get some golf in. Kim said that as long as I was home she was going into the office for the extra money. There went my plans for golf. She worked the two weeks and came home that Friday and we had her mother baby sit while we went out to eat, dance and party. 

Everything that night was super and the sex was out of this world. 

Before we went to sleep, she told me she wanted to have a discussion with me in the morning. I went right to sleep not thinking about it as I figured she wanted to buy a piece of furniture or some such for the house. I asked her during breakfast what she wanted to buy and she told me we would talk after all our work was done. We went in the den at about eleven o'clock to talk. 

"Ken I don't want you to get mad at me. I want you to think about what I have to say and think hard about it. I don't want your male ego thinking I want you to do it. I love you Ken but I think this is the best for us as a family." 




Wash Cloth



"Ken, I want to go back to work. I want to know if you will quit your job and take care of Jesse. I make enough for us to get by on, and we don't really need two paychecks. Yes, we could get someone to take care of the kids, but would you want to be raised by a nanny? I know I wouldn't. Good parents raised us both and we turned out good. Most families nowadays don't have both parents. " 

She stopped and looked at me. 

"Wow! Now I know why I wanted the fixer-up house. We would be able to live on my salary and still get by. We might not have the high standard of living but we would get by." 

"Ken I have been saving money and investing it wisely, so it won't be too long and we can retire when the kids are off to college. We both would still be young enough to do all the things we want to do. 

You could always get a job once the kids start school if you want to, but you don't have to. You can golf and do your hunting and fishing you always wanted to do. It's a big job watching and taking care of the kids. I trust you would do a good job and I don't trust our kids in the hands of an outsider." 

"Let's make some coffee and sit in the kitchen and talk about it," I said. 

"Yes I could go for some I'm all wound up." 

"How did you figure I would take this Kim? You had to be thinking about it for awhile." 

"Yes Ken, I have. I'm sorry. I have thought about it back before we were married. I knew it would put a load on you, but I didn't want to lose you, so I didn't say anything then. I figured we would work something out. Ken, if you look at it financially its best we go this route." 

"I can see how you would see it this way, but you're not in my shoes." 

"Is it hurting your pride Ken? If it is you shouldn't let it. It would be better for our family all the way around. You have to look for what is best for all of us, not just you honey." 

"You speak of pride as if it was a bad thing. A large part of a man's identity is the work he does. A lot of his friends are work related. I work with guys with thick fingers at the shop. Who will I have for house work friends?" 

"We already have Betty come in once a week for housework. We could have her come in twice if needed. I just want you to take care of the kids. We both do house work as before like we always have done. Just take care of the kids and let them grow up knowing we love them. You could work part time, volunteer at the township, or the hospital. Just so the hours are flexible." 

"I don't know." 

"Ken I didn't want an answer today. Can you take another week off and watch Jesse and think about it for the week and let me know by the weekend." 

"Yes that would be OK." 

"Ken, you're not mad at me and going to cut my tap off are you," as she smiled and came to me as we hugged. 

I took the week off and gave it a lot of thought. I had always thought I would be the breadwinner in the family, and not the Mr. Mom. It wasn't so bad watching Jesse and playing with her, but she was so small right now. When Kim was home she always took her when she acted up now it was going to be my job. Right now she went to bed at seven and slept till seven the next day. Plus she slept most of the day. I just had to just listen for the baby monitor to sound the alarm and then go and get her. 

I had my fill of ESPN television and the announcer they had on there. Guess I would have to read more sports to see what they were talking about all the time. Yes, I guess I was thinking about quitting my job and watching her full time. I went over to Andy's and talked to him and Nick. We were drinking in his game room as we talked. Andy's wife was a stay at home mom and Nick's wife was staying home, but said when the kid went to school she was going back to work, as they needed the money. 

Both guys didn't give me a lot of shit about staying home, as they know I would bust their balls if they did. They agreed it was the right thing to do, but they said if it was them they would make her get rid of the prenuptial that I had signed. That would be the first thing to go without any question. They asked if they could call me Mr. Mom and I said, "Sure if you want your face pushed in." They both wished me luck and told me a lot of guys couldn't do it. 

They thought that I was the type that would make it being Mr. Mom, as I loved both the wife and the baby. They knew that I could put up with any shit someone might give me and if I got offended I would plow them in the mouth; in spite of this tendency, the guys said I had the easy going personally to do the job and were happy for me.

I told Kim I would do it on Thursday and we talked about it some more. She wanted to know for sure that I would do it and be happy with it. I mentioned the prenuptial and she said she would take care of it with the lawyer on Monday. She asked if there was anything else I wanted and I said "no". She told me to think about it and if there were anything else she would see to it and change things. 

I took Friday off to go to work to tell them I was quitting. It surprised them all as I had moved up the ladder and was in charge of eight guys. I finished the paperwork and met Kim for lunch. We talked about it some more as we ate. I asked her if she ever took a lunch in to work, and she said no it was almost always on her expense account and saw no need to do it. I told her we would talk about it later. 

That night we went out to dinner and did some dancing and then went home for great sex. Saturday she took care of Jesse while I did some work out in the garage building a workshop for my tools and equipment. Then, Monday we started a new routine that went on for eleven months till Markus was born. We had another seven- pound, healthy baby boy. 

She stayed home six weeks this time with him till she went back to work. We now had one of each and we both decided that was good enough and no need to try again. She then went back on birth control pills. 

I took care of all the bills. Her pay was deposited in the bank and I worked off the bank account. She picked us up two Hummer's that were in a flood and we got a deal on them, we bought them for fifteen thousand each. The dealer reconditioned them for us at that price. I know he made out good. When we got them it looked like they just came off the show room floor. One was black and she took that one. 

The other one was bright yellow and I got that one. We got kids seats for both and we were all set to travel. We would use her black Hummer when we would go out any place with the kids or a night out. 

We now decided to have the cleaning lady come two days a week. She would come on Mondays and Thursdays and she would also cook on those days. Kim did most of the cooking. I would start and gets things ready for her. We both helped each other out and split most of the duty. It wasn't too hard to adjust to both babies. It seemed like when you quiet one down, the other one would start up. I found a routine and stuck with it so it wasn't so bad. I used to take the kids on a lot of walks with the strollers and they'd go to sleep for me when I took them. 

A lady in the neighborhood lost her baby when it choked on some food and she didn't know what to do. Right then I started to take a Red Cross training course at night to learn what I could. After doing the Red Cross school I decided to take the EMT and paramedics course. That kept me busy for almost a full year till I finally finished it. I spent time in the emergency room on weekends so I would get my hours in to qualify me.

I rode with the ambulance drivers and had a ton of hours with them. The fire and rescue was a lot of fun but you had to feel sorry for all the victims we pulled out of auto accidents. I also had a lot of classroom hours to do. There were twelve gunshot cases that I was called on to help. 

When I finished to course we had a big party at the house with close friends and our parents. I was now an EMT-Paramedics (EMT- 4). I was on call at the local fire district and I shared duty with some other EMT's. The hospital that I did my training at had offered me a job with them for more money than what I was getting from the state when I quit. 

I wasn't in it for the money I just wanted to protect my wife and kids and the neighborhood. I talked it over with Kim and she didn't want me to take the job as I would once again be away from the kids and have to pay for a sitter. Plus I would not be able to bring the kids up the way we wanted to. Also, she made enough for me to stay home with them. 

So with me doing my volunteer work for the fire department and her business work at night we had a busy schedule between us. I did get weekends off sometimes as the other EMTs and me shared the duty and could make up a schedule when we would work. I was scheduled mostly days to be on call, as I was free to do that. I did catch some weekend work. I could always drop the kids off at our Arleen Smith's our neighbor down the street, or she would come over to our house She only had a one-year-old, so it was no problem. 

Kimberly also went back to college part time to get a graduate degree plus take a few subjects that would help her out in her career. So it was a busy time for both of us with my school and her school but we worked it all out and did a good job with it. Kim's old friend Sara was taking the course with her at night, which I didn't like one bit because sometimes they would go out drinking on girl's night out with Rita and a few more girls. I sure didn't trust Rita or Sara very much. Kimberly taught some seminars when she got her degree and they paid well for her teaching it, but the prestige was more valuable.

A few times the class was out of town doing case studies on businesses, but most was in town and lasted three to four days. The other days were for travel. They were all in some large hotel or motel and she worked like hell to do a good job with them. Kim had gotten quite a few letters of commendation from these firms for the excellent job she had done. She was happy doing the class as deep down she wanted to be a teacher, but hated the thought of being confined to a classroom. 

Kimberly said she enjoyed the teaching but she would spend sixteen hours a day on the course. When she graded the tests every day she would write comments on how they should have answered the question and where they went wrong, so that is why she spent so much of her time. She was keeping the money in her own bank account and wouldn't tell me how much she was making on it. I was talking with Alexander and mentioned she must make a few thousands on it and he said it was double that. 

Kimberly has had her own bank account and credit card since we got married. She said she needed it to keep her expense account straight and for a little mad money. No bills or statements ever came to the house as her sectary did the expense accounts and so forth I did see a credit card slip one time and it had just K. Williams on it. No Kim or Kimberly just the K. I wonder why this was. I knew she had a brother Keith but he didn't figure into the picture at all. 

One day we watched television and saw a show where the nanny was hitting the children she was taking care of. We discussed this but didn't think any of our baby sitters did anything like that. But you always wonder about it in the back of your mind. At her work she had business with a firm who sold the nanny cams and we got them installed in every room of our house for nothing except to pay the installer for his time. He showed me how to set them up and run them and all the short cuts that went along with it. Like all toys we have not used them in two years.

Years went by with no real troubles other than the usual stuff of living with someone. Markus was ten, and I worked part time at the ambulance company, so I was happy. There was a lot to be happy about. We had plenty of money, and with Kim's job we got a lot of free things out of it. Most of them were free trips or should I say just about free trips. We had a lot of nice vacations with the children. Just as she got the Hummer's really cheap and the nanny cams, she also got me a couple of sets of golf clubs and a shotgun from her client firms. Plus there has to be a dozen of things I can't even think of offhand. 

We had always watched Channel 3 news for local weather and news reports and then I noticed she switched to channel two for the reports. I had asked her how come the change as I had gotten used to the other Channel. She then went on to tell me that her firm had been hired to improve the ratings on Channel Two. She also said she had met the anchorman and his wife seemed like nice people. Their names were Kevin and Nancy Simms, but he used the name Kevin Charles on the air. 

His wife was a reporter for the station, and she used the name Nancy Simms. Nancy did more or less lighthearted reports. She said her company has helped Nancy with different assignments by giving her good contact information and suggestions for stories, and in return she gives them airtime and coverage for their clients. 

About this time, it seemed she was going out more than usual, and I got suspicious. I started going to some of her functions, in part because I had more time, but also to see what was what. They were legitimate business entertainment, but I did notice that Kevin was there for three of them, only once with his wife. I thought Kim could play a crowd but you should see this Kevin play the room. But the thing that surprised me the most was that Kimberly let this Kevin call her Kim in front of her group. 

Alexander told me he heard Nancy Simms say, "That little huffy Kimberly better keep her hands off my husband or I'll break her fucking back." 

After that I started to watch both Kevin and Kim even when they were not together. I would stay at the bar and drinking water and ice hold my head steady and let my eyes sweep over the room. 

After watching for a few different nights I could see that Kim was flirting with him. After all three times when I went to the affair, she wanted to go out drinking with her crowd. A couple of times I told her she has been working and going out too much and needed her rest. She wasn't a happy camper, but we didn't go out and went straight home. 

At home a few times I knew she was talking to Kevin or some other guy and little while later she said. "She was going to run to the mall." 

"Good I'll go with you. I want to look for some shoes," and then we took the kids and she was mad but tried to hold it in. I didn't let her out of my sight but she used her cell phone. Another time she tried it again after getting a cell call. She told me she was in a hurry and wanted to get right back. I told her she was always in a hurry and to slow down or she will burn herself out. Just relax and let me change and I'll go with you and off we went after I changed. As I came down she was just getting off her cell. I wonder how many times she got away with it. Or is it not what I'm thinking about her? 

It is kind of obvious when she wants to leave right after her cell rings. 

Suspicions aside, things were going good for us right up till the time I started getting e-mails from some anonymous source. The email asked if I knew who my wife was blowing as that person stated she gives the best blow jobs in town and then washes your cock off with her famous wash cloth from her purse. 

I started to think of the fifty or so blow jobs and the wash cloth on my cock that I had gotten and I was starting to get pissed. Even now, we would go to the drive- in with the kids and after they went to sleep I sometimes got a blowjob. Then she would clean it up using the wash cloth. She tried baby wipes once but she didn't like them as she said it would just smear the cum and push it around as it wouldn't pick it up like a wash cloth would. I used to look in her purse every now and then to see if she had the wash cloth in there so I would know if I were getting a blowjob or not that night. 

One time I looked at her purse for something and saw the wash cloth in a baggie. She was going out that night by herself for one of her functions and I asked whom she was going to blow. She blew up at me for going in her purse and then told me it was from the other night when we went to a house party she was going to blow me in the car but didn't for some reason and just never took it out of her purse. Then she got on me for going in her purse. She said she has never gone through my things spying on me. She also got on me for not trusting her at all. She ranted that if she blew someone it would be her boss, Williams, to get his job when he retired. 

I brought up the wash cloth one more time and she tore into to me and left the house in a huff. I remembered the house party we went to and the last time there I got a blowjob on the way home so I figured she might be right, and at one time I would have felt like shit for accusing her. Now it was a different story since I got the email. The email was from "where's_the_wife @ yahoo.com". I hadn't gone with her in a long time to any of her functions. I think it was close to five months now. 

I remember the last function when Mr. Williams came up to me to tell Kim, me and a couple of others what a great job my wife was doing. We were chatting on this and that when Roger, a new guy at the firm walked up to her in the group saying: 

"How is Mr. Mom doing Kimberly?" With a big ass grin on his face. The group looked at her to see what her reply would be, as they knew she didn't want anyone insulting me by calling me a Mr. Mom. And I knew I couldn't break his face right there.

"Oh he is doing very well, and how are your tonsils? Any trouble with them?" 

"Tonsils, no trouble at all with them, why you ask that?" as he looked funny at the group like it was a joke or something he missed. 

"Oh if you had trouble with the tonsils I could have Ken rip them out when he removes his fist from your mouth for calling him Mr. Mom, that's all. I would watch what I say to some people. Especially if you like your pearly white teeth." 

He apologized and fled the group. 

"Damn I love your wife, only to be twenty years younger," Mr. Williams said: 

"First your wife would kick your ass and then I would Herbert." 

"Shit, you don't scare me but Betty sure does. She doesn't like it when I flirt but she has gotten used to it by now and lets me have my little fun as long as I don't embarrass her or myself. She will stay close to me when I have too many drinks so I behave. Have you noticed that?" 

I had noticed that but would not tell him or embarrass him. 

"No Herbert I have never seen you get out of hand or drink too much, maybe I worry too much about myself to worry about you." 

"Well I do get into it now and then but Beth keeps a good eye on me. I like the way you and Kimberly carry yourselves at my functions; it proves to me how talented I am for hiring the right people for the job. I just hope no one steals Kim from me, or she starts her own business." 

"Start her own business? Shit you mean this is not her company?" 

"Kimberly does throw her name around like she owns the place but I don't mind that. In fact I wish she was my daughter and she does such a great job for me. I can't fault her for that. I would do the same thing. In fact I kind of let people think she is my daughter and that I'm giving them personal touch by letting my daughter handle their business so I guess it works both ways." 

"Oh there is the congressman now. I got to go over and greet him. Care to meet him Ken?" 

"I've known him for years. No, not right now. I will see him later when he is busy and he can't really talk to me," I laughed. 

"Yes that is what I figured you would do. Ok, see you later then." 

I mingled with the crowd and found a group talking about sports and then saw two guys I knew who would talk sports and went over to them. We had a few drinks and talked about the various sports in the area. Kim would pop in now and then to see if I was all right and not bored and then she would go back to her business mode and mingle with her group of people. 




Wash Day



This story is purely fictional and therefore the characters are above the age of consent and willing participants.

I purposefully left out names and descriptions for two reasons;

I am not forcing my preferences in terms of hair colour or body types onto you, you add your own.

So you can place yourself as one of the participants in the story.

She Goes Out

"Dad, I'm off round to Gillian's for the afternoon, see you at tea time." The door slams shut, as usual she didn't even wait for a reply.

It was Sunday afternoon, and he was alone in the house as usual. "Oh well" he said to himself looking at the clock "Just enough time to get the washing on before the football." He made a quick tour of the house collecting all the dirty clothes he can find and goes back into the kitchen where he starts to sort through the pile.

As he was dividing the clothes up he picked up a pair of her pants, as he had countless times before, however this pair were warm. He looked down at them in his hand, white cotton panties, nothing unusual there; after all he'd seen them before. Yet the feel of the heat from them pulled at him.

He slowly lifted them to his cheek feeling the soft material next to his skin, he pull them away quickly, "What the fuck are you doing?" he shouted at himself. Yet he didn't put them down, he held them tightly in his hand. It's then that he noticed they were slightly damp. He opened his hand and stared at them, she must have just taking them off before she left.

He didn't know why but he lifted them slowly to his face again, this time however he placed them under his nose and inhaled, smelling her sweet tangy scent. Again he pulled them away quickly, "OK what are you doing?" he asked himself, "Those are your daughter's panties you're sniffing."

He lifted them to his nose once again and held them there, the smell is intoxicating, he was hooked on it. His cock stirs in his jeans; at least it knows what's going on. He unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor followed by his boxer shorts, holding her panties to his face with his left hand he started to stroke his cock with his right. The smell of her pussy fills his head as he gently stroked his cock.

He stroked faster as he imagined knelling between her legs his nose buried in her pussy sniffing it. The image sends his over the edge as he feels his balls start to tighten and he can feel his cum start to flow up the shaft of his cock. He quickly pulls the panties from his face and holds them over the end of his cock. He starts to fill them with rope after rope of cum. "Oh yeah baby, let Daddy fill his little girl's panties with his cum, oh sweetie." 

He finishes cumming and wipes his cock clean with her panties. As he throws them in the machine he catches a movement out the corner of his eye and look up to see a leg moving away from the kitchen door, seconds later the front door slams shut.


She Returns Home

He hears the door open and listen to her shuffling around in the hallway. He can tell she's trying to decide to come into the living room or not. He stares at the TV as she slowly walks in and sits on the sofa across from him. He can feel his face burning, his mouth is dry, he wants to say something but can't find the words.

"Sweetie about ..."

"Daddy I ..." their eyes meet he can see tears starting to well up in hers, he hangs his head, his shame over powers him and he weeps.

He feels her sit on the arm of his chair; her tender hand rubs the back of his neck.

"Sweetie I'm so sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"Why daddy?" 

"It's hard to explain, I still can't understand it myself."

"You were ... you said ..."

"I know what I was doing and what I said, I promise it'll never happen again."

"Daddy .."

"Listen sweetie, try to understand, since your mum left, I've been busy trying to get our lives back together, busy making sure you're ok." he looks up at her young face, she smiles down at him.

"I'm ok daddy."

"It's just I still have wants, needs and I just never seem to have time these days for anything." She nods her head. "It's just they were still warm and then I felt the damp spot and I just couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop myself."

"Daddy ..."

"As for what I said, don't even ask where that came from, I know it was wrong to do it and even worse to say ..."

"Daddy will you shut up and let me say something?"

"Sorry sweetie."

"Ok first stop saying you're sorry, I think I understand." Her voice takes on an almost motherly tone. "I know you have wants and needs; I know that you're busy with the house and work, busy making sure I have everything I need and that I have as normal a life as possible. Which has meant that you have had no time for yourself."

It's his turn to nod.

"If doing that with my panties helps you then I guess I can live with it. But ..."

He stares open mouthed at her. "You mean you're ..."

"I haven't finished yet." She take a deep breath, her cheeks redden. "I wasn't sure how I felt when I first saw you, I was shocked, then I started getting a funny feeling in my tummy, my nipples started to get hard and I started getting wet between my legs." He stares at her in amazement. "Then went you started talking and all that stuff came out, I thought I would wet my panties."

"Sweetie ..."

"Daddy shut up, if I let you use my panties again can I ..."

"Can you what?"

"Can I watch sometimes?"

He's totally stunned. "You want to watch me play with myself and cum in your panties?"

"Yes daddy I do and I want you keep saying all the things you said before." Her little cheeks are crimson. "I know about some things do to with, you know sex, but other things I don't, so I want you to explain it all to me as well"

"Ok let me see if I have this right, you'll let me use your panties when I wank, and in return I've to let you watch, say that I'm thinking off you and explain sex to you?"

"Yes daddy that's about it."

He stares at her for a couple of minutes. "Well if you're happy with that, I suppose I can live with it. But it may take a little while to get used to wanking in front of you."

"I thought you might say that, cause I though how strange I would feel doing it, so how about this. Any time you want to wank, ask for my panties, then I'll leave you alone for a bit, you know so you can get started, then I'll come and join you."

"You have been thinking about this haven't you?"

"Yes I have." She's almost proud of the fact her plan seems to have worked. "You've been thinking about it to." She nod her head towards his lap, he looks down at the bulge in his jeans.

"Sweetie can I borrow a pair of you panties?"

She stands up, giggling, as she reaches under her skirt and wiggles out of her panties and hands him her white cotton panties. As his fingers touch them he gasps at how wet they are, he looks up at her as she strikes her cute embarrassed little girl pose. Then she starts to walk from the room as she reaches the door she looks over her shoulder at him, gives him a cheeky grin, "I'm going to my room for a while Daddy." With that she skips from the room.

The First Time In Front of Her

He sniffs her damp panties and can't believe how better this pair smell, being so fresh. He can still see her tacky juices lining the inside of them. He sticks out his tongue and tastes them, his cock twitches in his hand, they smell and taste wonderful.

He takes off his jeans and boxer shorts and lays back in the chair and slowly strokes his cock as he smells, licks and sucks her panties losing himself in the intoxicating juices.

"Oh sweetie you smell and taste so good, Daddy loves sniffing and licking your panties."

He closes his eyes giving himself to the fantasy imaging his little girl standing in front of him, lifting up her short skirt and rubbing her little pussy through her panties, before slowly pulling down to her knees, then opening her legs as far as the panties will allow and letting him see how wet her panties are.

"Sniff them Daddy, put your face against my panties and smell my pussy."

He imagines himself sitting on the floor in front of her, placing his nose and mouth on the wet gusset of her panties.

"Sweetie you smell so good."

"Play with you cock Daddy, let me watch you take your cock in your hand and stroke it while you sniff."

He sees himself fully naked and moves so she can look down and see his cock as he strokes it, her wet panties covering his mouth and nose.

Lost in his fantasy he's shocked when he feels warm breath on his balls and opens his eyes to see his daughter kneeling between his legs, her mouth slightly open her eyes following my hand as it moves up and down on my cock. "Better view than earlier sweetie?"

"Oh yes Daddy, much better." Her cheeks redden and she lets out a little giggle. "I'm all tingly, between my legs daddy, is that a good thing?"

"Do you like the tingly feeling sweetie?"

"Oh yes Daddy, I love it, but my ... you know ... is getting really wet. Is that a good thing Daddy?"

"That's a very good thing sweetie."

"Keep going Daddy, keep playing with your ..."

"Cock."

"Yes play with your Daddycock for me."

He continues to stroke the full length of his cock, with his daughter's face only inches from it. She looks at his cock, her young eyes full of wonder; it is the most erotic site he's ever seen.

She keeps watching as the tempo of her Daddy's hand increases, he feels his balls tighten as his cum starts building. "Sweetie you'll have to move back."

"Why Daddy?"

"I'm ... going ... to ... cum ... soon."

"Let me see it come out, Daddy, please." She straights up so her breasts are level with his cock. "Point it at me do it on my t-shirt, Daddy, please."

How can he refuse her anything, he sits up and points his hard cock at her tits, his cock head purple and swollen. It's then he sees she's wearing a pink t-shirt her nipples hard and erect pushing against the material. He looks at her face and sees her tongue licking her lips and he cums.

Thick rope after thick rope of white cum erupts from his cock covering the front of her t-shirt, he hears her gasp, he moans, "Sweetie I'm covering you in my Daddycum. Daddy is cumming on his little girl, oh sweetie."

"Oh Daddy, I love it!"

She careful take off her t-shirt, hands it to him and he uses it to clean his cock, all the time she's kneeling in front of him watching closely. He looks up and notice for the first time that she's are totally naked.

She sees the surprise on his face, "Well you had my panties down here Daddy."

"So I did." He laughs.

"Now that you've finished, can you tell how to play with your cock?"

"You want me to show you how I wank?"

"Yes Daddy, tell me, how to hold it, how hard to hold it and pull it?

"Come sit on the arm of my chair." He tells her as he pats the arm rest. "And I'll tell you all you want to know."

"That may take awhile Daddy." She laughs as she sits next to him, Daddy and daughter naked together ...

Her First Real Orgasm

They had chatted for a while mostly about how they would deal with the way their relationship had changed. Their love for each other as father and daughter would always last but this new sexual side of their relationship wouldn't last. She had asked all sorts of questions, she found out that a lot of the things she and her friends thought they knew weren't exactly right.

"Daddy did you and Mum ever have oral sex?"

He thought for a moment remembering how he loved licking and sucking his wife's pussy. "Yes sweetie we had a lot of oral sex."

"Would you teach me how to do it?"

His first thought was "Of course I will!" His second thought was "What little shit has asked her to suck him off?"

"Do you really want to learn how to do that?" He already knew the answer would be yes, but he wasn't going to force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

"Oh yes Daddy, I want to learn how suck your cock for you."

"Ok.... but first I'm going do it to you." 

He kneels on the floor and pulls her to the edge of the chair, gently opening legs. His head moves slowly forward, his eyes never looking away from hers, he can actually feel the heat coming from her pussy and his mouth is still a foot away from it. His mouth moves closer, 6 inches, he gently blows over her shaved pussy and smiles to himself as she twitches. Her mouth is slightly open, there's a mixture of different emotions on her face and in her eyes apprehension, fear, excitement, lust - they all mix to give her the most beautiful look he's ever seen. She can feel his hot breath on her naked pussy, she gasps another involuntary twitch, and she bites her bottom lip.

An inch is all that separates his mouth and her pussy, he waits, still looking up at her, he waits. Her hips roll up, his head moves back, he waits. All background noise seems to have stopped, nothing stirs, and it's as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for his mouth moving the last short solitary inch.

The silence was deafening. He waits. The urge to move forward is almost too much; he has to fight it with ever ounce of his strength. He waits.

A million things happen at once, the world starts up again, the wind blows through the trees, the birds sing again, the traffic rushes by, but they are drown out by one single word. 

"DADDY!" 

Her eyes roll back, before they close, her mouth falls open, her hips buck, as his mouth touches her pussy.

He gently kisses each lip in turn from clit to hole, then back up again. The tip of his tongue slips between her naked pussy lips and slowly moves the length of her slit. His tongue circles her tight little pussy hole, before moving back up to her clit. He places a thumb over each lip and gently opens her pussy, as his tongue circles her clit, which is now hard and sticking out from its hood. His tongue moves slowly and deliberately in ever decreasing circles around it, getting a little closer to it, a little closer, a little closer.

"Daddy ... daddy ... daddy ... daddy," she's almost breathless. She's panting, gasping.

The tip of his tongue touches her clit for the first time.

"DADDY!"

It flicks and teases, playing with the little hard numb of flesh that causes so much pleasure. He increases the pressure slightly, the tempo of the flicks increase. Her breath is coming is short sharp gasps, her body starts to tighten, her hands dig into the sofa.

She squeals, bucks, twitches, wiggles, squirms, shakes, her whole body convulses as it rips through her young body, her first real orgasm. 

He sees the tears running down her cheeks as he gently bring her down from the pleasurable natural high that has just tore her apart.

She's panting heavily as her eyes flutter open, blinking the tears from them.

"Daddy ... that ... was ..." 

"Shh baby girl, just relax."

He holds her tight in a loving embrace and feels her melt into his arms, she shakes a little, he kisses the top of her head. He lifts her from the chair holding her close and walks up stairs to his bedroom.

Once inside he a flick back the duvet with his foot and gently lays her down, pulling the duvet over her, he goes to the other side of the bed and climbs in wrapping his arm over her as he spoons in behind her. Her breathing is deep and steady, he kisses her naked shoulder and she groans softly.

"Sweetie?" he whispers softly in her ear and no reaction, he smiles to himself knowing she's already asleep. He closes his eyes and drifts happily into sleep his sweet daughter in his arms.

"Daddy?" He hears her sweet voice calling to him, "Daddy?" A gently nudge, stirs him from his sleep.

"Sorry sweetie, what?"

"I need the toilet."

"You know where it is."

"Yes but I can't move you're holding me so close and tight." She starts to giggle.

"Sorry sweetie." He moves his arms from around her. As she gets out of bed he's suddenly aware of how cold it is without her warmth next to him. He watches her run naked across the room, her little ass wiggling as she runs.

The toilet flushes and she comes back into the room, she makes no attempt to cover her naked body and he just stares at her taking in every line, curve, every movement of his wonder naked daughter.

"Daddy." She says it so softly as she climbs back into bed.

"Yes sweetie?"

"That was so wonderful, what you did to me earlier, thank you."

"Any time sweetie."

"I'll hold you to that, but can we?"

"Can we what sweetie?" The anticipation of her next words making his cock hard again.

She looks over at him a wide smile on her face, that cheeky little glint in her eyes. "Can we ...

(To be continued..............)



Wash Day



Helen lay back and relished the beautiful sensations caused by the stranger's tongue plunging in and out of her exceptionally wet pussy. She was building to a wonderful orgasm when suddenly her bliss was interrupted by a persistent and irritating noise. Reluctantly she slowly opened her eyes and the room shot back into sharp focus. 

"Shit!" she exclaimed glaring at the alarm clock. "It was only a dream." 

She turned the clock off and lay back, still slightly breathless. She looked down at the tangled sheets barely covering her naked body. Her left hand still nestled in her pussy hair. She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together and felt the slippery wetness of the juices that coated them. 

She smiled and said to herself, "So the stranger's tongue was just my fingers, damn!"

She idly continued to rub her swollen lips and clit. God she felt horny.

"I need a damn good fucking," she thought. 

But there were no cocks to be had. Her husband was 4 days into a week-long business trip, and she was alone in the house with their 18 year old daughter Clare, back from university for the holidays. As her fingers carried on their caressing she thought about digging out her biggest vibrator and ramming it up her cunt and giving herself a 'good seeing to'. 

"I must be horny," she thought. She never referred to her pussy as a cunt, unless she was feeling really dirty. 

As she lay there debating what to do she suddenly thought, "What the hell are you doing? You're a 42 year old woman, not some teenage girl who can lie around all day playing with herself. Get a grip of yourself and get moving, jobs to do." 

Reluctantly she climbed out of bed and immediately caught sight of herself in the full length mirrors on the wardrobe doors. 

"Not bad," she thought. 

Her breasts were a nice size, "a real good handful" her husband would say. She pinched her hard nipples and shivered. 

"Belly still nice and flat," she said as she ran her hands over it, "and a lovely hairy pussy." 

She admired her neatly trimmed bush. Her husband insisted she didn't shave, he liked the natural look; he said he loved the way it smelled and tasted when it was soaked with her pussy juice. She liked it too, and she smiled when she saw her swollen pink lips and clit still poking out through the hairs. She licked her fingers and gave her clit a last delicious rub before slipping a gown over her still naked body and then heading out the bedroom to begin a new day.

She wandered through the living room and kitchen and then into the small utility / laundry room between the kitchen and garage. She loaded the washing machine, and then went back into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Sometime later, breakfast finished and the paper read, she started to feel a little lonely, and grumbled to herself about teenagers' ability to sleep until lunchtime. 

"The least she could do is keep me company!" she murmured. 

As her mind started to wander her thoughts turned back to her lost but lovely dream. Her robe had slipped open slightly and almost subconsciously her hand slipped between her legs. As she gently stroked herself the other hand began to rub her breasts. She leaned back, spread her legs and the gown slipped open even further. She continued to caress her body for the next few minutes, concentrating on rubbing her pussy and gently pinching her nipples. Just as she was starting to feel warm and tingly she heard a noise from upstairs. 

"Oh shit!" She stopped suddenly, and quickly wrapped the gown around her. "That would look great, being caught frigging yourself in the dining room by your teenage daughter!" 

She continued listening, but all had gone quiet again -- false alarm. However the moment had passed. 

"Back to reality," she declared glumly, stood up and headed off to do some housework.

She went back into the utility room, and leaned over the washing machine to reach a box of washing powder on the high shelf behind it. As she did so the corner of the washer pushed gently into her pussy; the effect was startling, almost electrifying. Helen yelped and leapt backwards. 

"Wow!" she exclaimed. 

Steeling herself this time, she placed both hands on top of the washer and gently brought her pussy back towards the machine. Through the thin fabric of her gown she could easily feel, and appreciate, the deep and rhythmic vibrations of the washer's motor and rotating drum. She pushed harder into the machine and felt vibrations increase deliciously. She licked her lips, her mouth had suddenly become very dry, and her heart was beating faster. 

"Oh my god," she thought, "this could be fantastic." 

She moved her hips up and down slowly, allowing the corner of the washer to stroke up and down her slit. At the bottom of the stroke her legs quivered as the vibrating machine touched her clit. Helen was now in an erotic world of her own. All thoughts of housework, daughters and mundane things replaced by one single thought -- she had to come, and come hard.

Helen stepped back grabbed a cloth off the nearby worktop and wiped the top of the washer clean. She then turned her back to the machine, frantically untied her robe, hitched it around her waist and then sat her naked arse and pussy on top of the machine. One leg dangled over the front of the machine and one over the side so she could see the corner of the washer poking out from under her damp pussy hair. The sensations were even better in this position, and seemed to go through her whole lower body. She found that if she leant forward and pushed her pussy hard against the top the vibrations were magnified enormously, and so was the pleasure. How could she have only just discovered this marvellous device, she'd been using washers for over 20 years!

As the machine whirred and trembled Helen rocked back and forth, controlling the feelings in her loins to just how she wanted them, and she wanted them intense! Her gown was now wide open; she pulled and twisted on her magnificent tits, and almost brutally ground her hairy pussy into the washer top. Pussy juice was flowing out of her freely, soaking her pubic hair and the washer top; she could see it squelching as she rocked back and forth.

Suddenly there was a click from the washer and it began to spin. The sudden increases in vibration almost made Helen come on the spot. 

"Christ!" she screamed and clung onto the machine shaking with passion as the intensity became almost too much. 

The spin stopped after just a few seconds though, and Helen composed herself. She looked down; a small pool of creamy juice had formed under her lips. She dipped 2 fingers in and brought them to her mouth, licking them clean and loving the taste of herself.

Helen knew that the short spin was just before the final rinse cycle, and that the final spin lasted 3 or 4 minutes. She was in for a hell of a ride! During the final rinse Helen was preparing herself, and building up for what she expected to be a cataclysmic orgasm. She rocked back and forth, pulling and pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit frantically, pushing her fingers deep into her pussy and then slurping down her own juices.

Her timing was perfect, she was on the brink of orgasm, when she heard the click and the motor went into overdrive. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she screamed as the spin cycle took her over the edge. 

Orgasm seemed to follow orgasm as she bucked and screamed on top of the machine. She had truly never experienced such a feeling and seemed to spend the last minute or 2 of the spin just howling, while she pummelled her tits, ground her fingers in her clit, and succumbed to the constant shuddering of her body in the throes of orgasm. Just when she thought she could take no more, another click and the machine started to slow. She heaved a deep and satisfied sigh, and looked down at her sweat soaked body with immense happiness.

Then she heard: "Mum! What the hell are you doing?"

She looked up sharply to see Clare stood in the doorway looking absolutely horrified. For a second Helen considered making an excuse -- 'I fell on the washer, and this happened?' It was of course laughable, she had no excuse. 

So she smiled sheepishly at her daughter and said breathlessly, "I was just enjoying myself." 

She added, "How long have you been there?" 

Clare replied in a very indignant tone, "Long enough to see you 'having fun'!"

"Shit, shit, shit," thought Helen. "Seeing this could have traumatised her?" 

She worried Clare may run off crying or something, so she climbed off the washer and went over to comfort her. She hardly looked the part of the caring mother, mostly naked, covered in sweat and stinking of sex, and then when she glanced back at the washer she saw the copious amount of her pussy juice smearing the washer top. She felt rather ashamed.

Helen need not have worried. Clare was acting indignant and aggrieved because she felt she should be. She had been very shocked to see her mother writhing on the washer. She knew a daughter should never see her mother like this. But she was a whole bundle of conflicting emotion; because in reality she had enjoyed the 'show'. She had never seen anything so erotic, and was more than a little turned on by the sight of her mother's still lovely body writhing on the machine. She felt very guilty and dirty about this, but couldn't deny the fact that she was more than a little moist between her legs. Perhaps the thing that made her most indignant was the fact that she wanted to be the one on the washer having fun!

Helen tried, albeit rather unsuccessfully, to put herself back together -- tie her robe, straighten her hair. 

She put a hand on Clare's shoulder and said, "Sorry darling that must have been awful for you. I don't know what came over me." 

Clare just grunted, still trying to come to terms with her conflicting emotions. 

Helen did not know what to make of this reaction so took a more radical approach. "It really was quite wonderful though. Why don't you have a go?" 

"What!" cried Clare. "You're suggesting I masturbate on the washer in front of you?" 

"Well, err, well I suppose so," stuttered Helen, rather out of her depth.

Clare just shook her head, not because she didn't like the idea, but she couldn't believe her mother would suggest it. Clare's reaction was not helping Helen. She tried another tack. 

"I guess I just want to try and explain by showing you how good it felt. Just come and stand by the washer like I did at first." 

This was Clare's chance to take the upper hand. 

"OK, I suppose so," she said acting all innocent. "But it seems so wrong," and then allowed herself to be led by the hand towards the washer.

Helen looked at her tall slender daughter wrapped in a thin white robe. Despite her willowy figure she had large boobs, definitely bigger than Helen's. "Probably an E cup," Helen thought, followed by, "I'd love to see them," as a guilty afterthought. "Where were these sudden lesbo tendencies coming from?" 

She led Helen over to the washer and switched it on to rinse. She smiled at her daughter and said, "Gently push your crotch against the corner."

Clare did as she was told in a rather stiff and awkward manner. She stifled a gasp when she felt the buzzing on her clit, it was wonderful, but she was going to keep up the prim daughter act for a bit longer!

"Nice huh?" said Helen. 

"Hmm," replied Clare non-committedly. 

She experimented moving up and down and side to side. It really was as good as her mother said. She could feel her lips opening up and wetness spreading from her pussy. The corner of the washer touched her clit again and she gasped suddenly, her mother smiled. The feelings were immense and Clare knew her role playing was nearly over, there was no going back; she just had to come on this huge white vibrator!

"This is only the start," said Helen. "Why don't you sit on top?" 

"You bet I will!" said the increasingly horny Clare, but only to herself. She turned her back to the machine and gently sat down. 

"No, no," said Helen. "Open your robe first." Clare looked at her shyly. 

"I've seen it all before," said Helen, although not for a while she thought, and not the grown up version with those tits!

Clare loosened her robe and climbed on-board like her mother had done. This was Helen's first glimpse of her daughter's body. Her boobs were still covered, but Helen was shocked to see her pussy was shaved completely smooth, so unlike her own.

Clare started to rock back and forth and grind her pussy, just like her mum had. As she got increasingly excited, rubbing her fingers up and down her smooth slit, creamy pussy juice started to leak from her lips. Helen sat back on the chair opposite the washer and watched her daughter with growing desire. Her hand slipped under her robe and she started to finger her own pussy.

As Clare started to thrash around her robe opened further and revealed her breasts to her mother. Helen gasped, they were magnificent, and in response she started to caress her own. She was also fascinated by her daughter's hairless juice machine! As Clare writhed it seemed to be pumping out lovely thick creamy fluid in an unending stream. Helen's own arousal was increasing in line with her daughter's. All of a sudden Clare screamed and the noise of the washer increased hugely. Helen looked up to see her bucking and thrashing on the washer -- the short spin had caught her unawares. 

As the spin stopped a dishevelled and breathless Clare looked at Helen and mouthed, "Oh Fucking Hell!" and then smiled. 

As the lower intensity rinse returned Clare fumbled with the belt on her robe, fought her way out of it with some difficulty, and flung it on the floor. She needed to be naked.

Helen was enthralled by her daughter's now naked body. It was beautiful.

"Those tits are wonderful," thought Helen. "She has the body of a porn star." 

She slumped back in her chair still staring at her daughter. Loving the way she was bumping and grinding on the washer, her breasts wobbling seductively, her body arching in near ecstasy and that beautiful hairless pussy being thoroughly abused on the washer top, and still pumping out fluid. Helen's robe was fully open now and she was rubbing her own pussy towards another orgasm, smearing her own juices over her already matted hair. She pushed 2 fingers up her cunt and started to finger fuck herself. She looked up and caught her daughter's eye, who smiled and held up 3 fingers. Doing as she was told Helen inserted yet another finger into her sloppy cunt and continued slowly fucking herself. Clare smiled appreciatively.

Just like her mother, the start of the spin cycle pushed Clare over the edge and into a string of multiple orgasms. Helen watched Clare screaming in passion as her body vibrated and bucked all over the washer. She was violently tugging her nipples and slapping her soaking wet cunt as her body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm. It was also too much for Helen and she brutally finger fucked her own cunt until she was hit by another stunning orgasm and let out a massive scream. Her fingers continued to fly until she could stand it no more, and she collapsed back on the chair, just as the washer clicked on, and the spin cycle ended with a final ecstatic scream from Clare.

Silence returned to the utility room, broken only by the sound of 2 very breathless ladies. 

Clare leaned back on her elbows, wiggled her boobs and pussy seductively and said, "WOOOOooooooeeeeeeeee! That was fucking wild. I'm exhausted, and I'm still shaking." Helen grinned, "Good, isn't it." 

"Too right," replied Clare.

Both ladies slumped back to recover, both now completely comfortable in their own, and each other's nakedness. They lay opposite each other, with legs splayed open in a lewd manner, gloriously displaying their battered pussies to one other.

Helen, sprawled in the old armchair with her gown thrown wide, was fascinated by her daughter's shaven puss. So different to her own; it looked so soft and inviting. She was also astonished by her wetness. The fluid was all over her lips and pussy mound making them both shine like she had used lip gloss.

From her slightly higher position on the washer Clare gazed down at her mum. She watched as her breasts trembled deliciously with each laboured breath and then worked down to look at her pussy. The hair, which she was sure must normally be nicely trimmed, was wet and matted. Like a small dog left out in the rain she thought to herself with a smile. Her lips were red and her love hole was still gaping open after her recent exertions. 

"My god!" she thought. "I'm lying staring into my mum's well fucked cunt, this is so bizarre, and very wrong, but also so very horny."

She felt her mum's eyes on her and looked up to meet her gaze. Their eyes met and Clare grinned, "Who would have thought we could spend such lovely moments together just staring into each other's battered twats!"

Helen just laughed. Normally she would have told her not to use bad language, but that was hardly appropriate now. Instead she said, "I'm absolutely fascinated by your shaved pussy. What made you do it?"

"I used to be hairy like you; a friend was talking about shaving, and so I tried it as an experiment, but found I really liked it. I like the way it feels so soft and squidgy, it seems more sensitive without hair. It also feels really really sensual when I rub my juices over a bald pussy, much more so than with hair." 

She demonstrated by dipping her fingers into the pool of pussy juice between her legs and rubbing it gently all over her pussy. 

"Hmmm," she purred. "As you can see I'm a bit of a gusher. I love my own juices, and since I shaved I seem to produce even more. I don't know if it's heightened sensitivity, or just no hair to soak it up, but I like being so wet."

"You certainly are very juicy," said Helen. 

As her daughter was talking Helen was watching the pool of pussy fluid spread across the washer. It had now reached the edge and she watched as rivulet of her daughter's secretions ran slowly down the front of the washer. Helen got up slowly and shrugged off the remains of her robe, making her completely naked like Clare, and walked slowly towards her daughter. Clare looked at her quizzically. Helen reached out her hand and with her index finger wiped up the rivulet of Clare's juice that was running down the washer. Clare realised what she was doing and smiled, but the look turned to surprise as her mum, seemingly in a world of her own, brought the finger to her mouth and licked Clare's juice from it. 

"Eughh, Mummy's eating my pussy juice!" Clare squealed teasingly. 

Helen looked up suddenly and blushed with deep embarrassment. "Oh my God I'm so sorry," she said. "I don't know what came over me." "Hey, it's no problem," said Clare urgently. "I was only teasing. Do I not get any?" 

"What?" said Helen. 

"Do I not get to taste my own pussy?" replied Clare, opening her mouth like a baby bird.

Helen smiled and dipped 2 fingers into the still slightly warm pool. She coated them with as much juice as she could and stretched them out towards Clare's mouth, losing a few drips on the way.

"Hmm, lovely," said Clare as she hungrily slurped down her own juice.

Helen looked down at her daughter's naked body. A big blob of juice had dripped onto the large areola of her left breast. Helen wiped it off with her finger, but spent rather longer than was necessary caressing Clare's nipple, before licking the juice off her finger again; much to Clare's delight.

Clare looked up at her mum. "Usually my lovers like to lick my wet pussy clean after our sex sessions. I like it too. Not necessarily to have another orgasm, but because its leaves me with such a nice warm and tingly feeling."

"Really," said Helen, completely missing the point. 




Wash Day



Clare persisted, "In fact I often insist they do it. After they have enjoyed my ample charms......." At this she seductively wiggled her breasts and pussy. "I think it is the least they can do." "Oh," said Helen, starting to see where this was going but not sure if she should act on it. 

Clare delivered the killer line. "From what I could see," and she gestured towards her mother's pussy, "You enjoyed my charms rather a lot."

"I did," confessed Helen with a smile. "So you want me to lick your pussy then?" Helen had finally got it, but was feeling unsure. Watching each other masturbate was one thing, but indulging in lesbian sex with your own daughter was quite another! "Yes please," said Clare sweetly, but nodding her head in a way that suggested saying no would not be an option.

Helen knelt down in front of her daughter and still looking her straight in the eye tentatively licked her pussy. As soon as she felt the warm soft skin slide over her tongue she knew she was going to enjoy this. She used long firm strokes to cover all of her daughter's sex. Clare purred happily. Helen soon realised that Clare's pussy was clean, but that a big pool still remained between her legs. She lowered her tongue and began to lap at Clare's juices like a cat with milk, splashing it onto her pussy as best she could, but also collecting it in her mouth. As soon as she had a mouthful she dribbled it onto Clare's pussy, especially around her still swollen clit, and continued her clean-up campaign. This met with Clare's approval. 

"Oh Mummy you are so fucking naughty," she murmured. 

As Helen continued her licking Clare started to feel the familiar exquisite feelings building up in her toes and spreading up her body. 

"My god," she thought, "she's going to make me come again."

All at once Helen stopped and declared, "There you go one lovely clean pussy." 

"No, no, no, Mum!" Clare howled. "You mustn't stop now, please, please make me come. I need to come again. Here let me help." 

Clare shuffled forward on the washer until her now clean pussy hung over the front of the washer, giving her mum unrestricted access to the whole of her sex. "Fuck me Mummy, fuck me."

Helen was now very turned on herself. As she continued to lick all over her daughter's pussy, including the sensitive skin between her vagina and anus she slipped 2 of her fingers back into her own hairy muff. Clare was cooing and writhing at her touch, but Helen felt she ought to try something new. She remembered her dream from this morning. She stuck her tongue out as far as she could and made it as stiff as possible. She then slowly but firmly pushed into her daughter's cunt. Clare groaned. Helen withdrew and pushed in again, and again, in and out, more aggressively with each thrust. Clare began to moan and writhe. 

She grabbed her mother's head "Tongue fuck me, you fucking dirty bitch."

Helen did as she was told. 

"Harder mum, harder, you fucking beautiful pervert." 

Helen was lost in the moment; tongue fucking her daughter and finger fucking herself. 

Clare's groans grew louder and as Helen felt her daughter's cunt contract around her tongue, gorgeous warm pussy juice flowed into her mouth. On each thrust more contractions and more fluid. Helen's tongue was now darting in and out, Clare was writhing and groaning. Helen drove her hand further up her own cunt, and used the other to massage Clare's clit as she continued her intense tongue fucking. Helen could feel Clare's orgasm approaching. Her whole body was stiffening and then relaxing and seemed to be shuddering uncontrollably, her pussy was literally leaking so much juice that Helen was nearly drowning. In a final frantic onslaught she drove her tongue in and out while pinching and twisting Clare's clit between her fingers. 

"Oh my god, oh my god!" cried Clare "Keep fucking me Mummy, keep fucking me." 

And then with one last howl she came magnificently over Helen's face, pussy juice spraying everywhere. Once Clare had subsided Helen removed her face and looked up at her daughter. There were tears of joy running down Clare's face. She sat up, threw her arms around her mum and kissed her passionately again and again on the lips, tasting her own juices. When she finally stopped, she looked down at her mum's cum soaked face, smiled and then began to lick her clean just like a cat would! 

"Thank you Mummy," she said. "That was wonderful."

Helen stood up, her own pussy still throbbing with unrequited passion, and helped Clare down from the machine. The 2 naked ladies embraced, squeezing their breasts and pussies tight together whilst they kissed. Helen, still in need of an orgasm, ground her hairy mound against her daughter's smooth one, and took the opportunity to fondle her gorgeous tits.

As they parted Helen slid her hands across to Clare's front and tenderly cupped her daughter's large breasts, one in each hand, gently rubbing the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "You like them mum?" "Oh yes," replied Helen. "In fact your whole body is beautiful, you have an amazing figure."

"I quite like the way I turned out!" said Clare. Helen laughed, "When your lovers see you naked for the first time I bet they can't believe their luck." "I reckon so. More than one of my partners has described my body as 'built for sex'," Clare replied.

"I can't argue with that."

"But mum, why should we be so surprised, I come from very good stock."

At that point Clare made a point of visually appraising her mother from head to toe, and back again. She was in really good shape Clare thought. Nice pert tits with big nipples, flat belly with no stretch marks, and a very beautiful, if now slightly abused pussy.

"Why thank you young lady," said Helen standing up straight and proudly thrusting her tits out.

Immediately Clare bent forward and tenderly took her mum's right nipple into her mouth. She sucked and gently nibbled on the nipple, whilst caressing the fullness of Helen's breast with her hand. Helen gasped at first, but then began to 'coo' softly with pleasure. After a couple of minutes she transferred her attention to her mum's left nipple. Once again she felt Helen's nipple grow stiff and hard as she flicked it repeatedly with the end of her tongue.

After another minute or 2 of gentle suckling she stood up and smiled at the now slightly flushed Helen. She was still standing erect but now both her nipples, still wet from her daughter's saliva, looked almost painfully stiff and hard. Helen rubbed them and gasped slightly at her own touch, so sensitive were they. 

"I've not done that for a while," Clare said cheekily. Helen gave a short laugh and said, "No, not for about 17½ years!" She turned and bent to pick up her robe from the chair. 

"What are you doing?" said Clare.

"Well I thought we ought to get cleaned up and dressed sometime today!" "Not so fast," said Clare. "I know you were wanking yourself like mad while I was coming, and that you never came yourself. You must be like a coiled spring inside, and I'm going to sort that out, no arguments."

Helen couldn't argue with that. She was desperate to cum and picking up her robe was an excuse to retire to the bedroom and fuck herself stupid with the biggest dildo she could find. However she may now have a better offer.

"It's you turn now mummy, so enjoy," Clare said firmly. She put her hands on her shoulders and gently forced her to sit on the low chair opposite the washer. Helen did as she was told. She sat down on her robe that she had discarded there, and lent back. She sat up again and shuffled her bottom forward until her pussy was just on the front edge of the cushion. Now when she laid back her head and shoulders were nicely supported by the chair's low back and she could relax comfortably.

"Good girl," teased Clare as she knelt between her legs. Clare bent forward and gave her mum's pussy lips a tentative kiss. She then began to gently lick them, starting slow and then with increasing vigour. Helen looked down between her own breasts at the top of her little girl's head bobbing up and down between her legs. Clare suddenly giggled.

"What's up?" asked Helen.

"Nothing, it's just that your hair is tickling me. Your pussy feels soft, scratchy and tickly all at the same time. And it smells so beautifully musky; you must have a lot of juice soaked in this hair."

She licked again and commented, "I've never licked a hairy pussy before, but I rather like it." 

Helen raised an eyebrow and said, "Meaning you have licked other sorts of pussy before?" 

Clare's grinning face popped up above Helen's hairy bush, her mother's secretions were smeared all around her mouth and on the end of her nose too! 

Helen briefly closed her eyes, thinking, "This is wrong in so many ways, yet it seems beautiful and natural too." She opened her eyes again to see her daughter's still grinning face. 

"How do you think poverty stricken student flatmates spend those long cold winter nights?" and with a cheeky laugh she returned to her task.

Helen lay back thinking, "Lucky, lucky flatmates." She now relaxed completely and spread her legs even wider, knowing that she was now gaping open in a very lewd manner, and giving her daughter unrestricted access to do whatever she wanted to her.

Clare had always been elegant and feline in her movements, and the same seemed to apply to her pussy licking technique. She was using long firm strokes licking up from Helen's tight little anus, over her gaping slit, her clit and then to the top of her fur, methodically working from side to side, in much the same way a cat grooms itself. Helen sighed and had to admit it was a lovely way to finish a passionate session. Her loins were feeling warm and content and she nearly purred with pleasure.

Time ceased to matter to Helen, all she could focus on was the firm strokes between her legs. Presently Clare seemed to decide that mummy was now clean and groomed, and switched her attention to her clit. At first quick little strokes and Helen could feel her tiny but sensitive organ starting to stand to attention. As her arousal grew, Clare switched to sucking and then gently nibbling on Helen's clit. 

"My god," thought Helen, "it's like she's giving my clit a blow job!"

As Clare continued Helen could feel that familiar but welcome tingling feeling starting in her toes and travelling up her body. She began to moan and groan softly, her body occasionally having a little spasm as Clare hit a particularly sensitive bit. The spasms grew more intense, as did the warm tingling feelings. 

"Here it comes," she smiled. But just before the edge of orgasm Clare suddenly switched her attention away from the clit back down to her pussy lips to allow Helen to come back from the brink. 

"God she's good at this," thought Helen, her initial frustration replaced by admiration as she realised that her daughter wanted her to experience even more pleasure before the earth shattering climax, she hoped awaited her.

As Helen got her breath back Clare concentrated on her lips and love hole. Suddenly Helen's earlier dream came true as she felt Clare's tongue forcing itself into her wet vagina. Clare was giving her mum a taste of her own medicine, and didn't it feel good! It was almost as though Clare knew about her mum's dream, but this time the tongue was most definitely real, and certainly did not belong to a stranger!

In, out, in out, went Clare's tongue and Helen felt the tingles return. Clare broke off briefly for some clit licking and sucking, and then back to the tongue fucking. This time Helen pushed against Clare's tongue, literally thrusting her cunt into her daughter's face to get maximum possible tongue penetration. The cycle continued, clit licking, tongue thrusting, clit licking... Each time Clare's tongue went faster and faster and Helen's thrusts were deeper and more vigorous. Helen knew she was on her way to a beautiful orgasm. She was tingling all over; her whole body seemed to be shuddering constantly, but with the occasional, and increasingly frequent, violent spasm as Clare really 'hit the spot'. "Oh my god, oh my god," wailed Helen as her body started to buck and writhe. She gripped the arms of the chair to try and keep still and not put Clare off her rhythm. She didn't want anything to spoil the pleasure. 

Clare was now literally holding her mum down as she pounded her cunt and clit with her own tongue. All at once Helen went completely rigid, and then with an enormous howl the dam burst and her body shuddered with a massive orgasm that just didn't want to stop. Clare kept it going by immediately thrusting 3 fingers roughly up Helen's cunt as she chewed and nibbled on her clit. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Helen moaned as the spasms kept coming. Clare was now virtually fisting her own mother, pounding her bucking cunt as hard as she dared. Helen was just thinking she could no longer cope, that she might explode, when one final massive orgasm hit her. She screamed and a huge jet of juice squirted through her daughter's fingers and all over Clare's face. The first time Helen had ever had a squirting orgasm. 

With that release Helen sighed and her whole body, still trembling uncontrollably, began to slowly relax. The now soaked Clare brought her mum down slowly with some gentle pussy licking until her body came to rest. Helen gazed lovingly down at her daughter, and said, "That was unbelievable, and absolutely wonderful. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much my darling, so much."



Wash Day Cums Again & Again



It started out to be the perfect Saturday. I had planned to wash and wax the car then head over to the local watering hole to watch the big game on their giant screen TV. Things didn't quite work out as I planned although I certainly didn't have any complaints about the outcome.

Shortly after I got up it started to pour. Now I didn't mind that I didn't have to do the car, but the bar wasn't going to open for another two hours. "Oh well," I thought, "guess I'll just get dressed and see what's on TV.

"Crap," I muttered to myself upon opening the top drawer in my dresser. "Out of underwear again, I guess I have no choice now but to wash clothes." I absolutely hated to do my wash. I had to share the only washer and dryer with the other residents of my building. That meant lugging my clothes all the way from my second floor apartment down to the basement, then back up again. It seemed like half the time I went down there would be someone else in the middle of doing their wash. Then I'd have to decide whether to wait around for them to finish or just put it off for a day or two. Sometimes I'd go back down several times to check on the other resident's wash only to find that they obviously had started it then left the building for some reason, thereby tying up the machine for what seemed like an entire day.

"Oh well," I said, "better get going." I grabbed my first hamper of clothes and a handful of quarters and headed down to the basement. I was thinking about how I could manage to go longer without washing. Underwear had always been my Achilles heel when it came to washing. I thought when I went from seven pairs of underwear to fourteen I'd be satisfied. But now even fourteen didn't satisfy me. 

I couldn't help but think of one of my college roommates, Timmy Webb. I thought, "I wonder if 'Hash-Mark' is still up to his old tricks." He hated to wash even more than I did. His solution doubled the number of days he could hold out, and it didn't cost him a red cent. He'd wear his underwear one day the regular way, and then turn them inside out the next day. And remember, back in those days everyone wore white cotton briefs so you can imagine the sight of him walking around the dorm in his underwear. Timmy was very proud of his nickname.

I got my first load of clothes going then went back upstairs to watch some TV. Flipping through the 524 channels on my new satellite dish, it was hard to believe I couldn't find anything I wanted to watch. I decided to dig up some of my titty mags from my younger days. It had been a long time since I had gazed at the retro beauties!

Memories came rushing back fast though, as I turned each page. I had bought tons of magazines that were devoted to big breasted babes. That was one of my downfalls. I was addicted to big tits! Most of the women I'd dated were a lot of fun and some were real knockouts, but they all had at best average breasts, not like the big breasted babes in my fantasies. 

I spread the mags out on the coffee table and was starting to get really turned on, skimming the pages full of buxom babes. Fortunately I was wearing my baggy cotton gym shorts. I wore them to sleep in too because I could easily slide my hand up the leg and stroke my cock. I was in no hurry to spew so I leisurely grazed my finger along the bottom of my cock, then across the head and down the top. I would get myself real hard then back off. It was a great thrill to prolong my orgasm as long as I could. 

Within minutes, I was turning pages with one hand while the other was gently stroking my cock. The rain was really pouring down now, with flashes of lightning filling the skies. It felt so great jacking off while I dreamt of waking up to a pair of huge tits hanging over my head. 

I was pretty damn horny now so I decided to move on from titty mags and popped a fuck flick in the VCR and settled down on the coach for some fun. This one was about this guy interviewing an assortment of babes who would describe their sexual encounters to him in great detail. Of course, being a fuck flick, after a minute or so of the interview the scene would break away to show what she had been describing. It was cool because I could still hear the interview in progress and the action on the screen. 

The first scene involved a secretary who was telling the interviewer about what a great job she had. Her boss had a small construction business and he would go out into the field for hours a day to check on the jobs in progress. She was normally alone in the office and was there primarily to answer the phone. Of course, being the hot babe she was, she took advantage of the opportunity to perform on a web cam for her boyfriend while on the phone with him. 

I sat, watching her in her chair squeezing her clit while plunging three fingers deep inside her pussy. It was starting to get to me. While watching fuck flicks I would sometimes go for hours before finally spewing my hot, creamy cum in sync with some hot stud. I especially liked to wait for tit-fucking scenes and imagine myself there driving my cock in and out of her delicious cleavage until I was ready to pop. Finally I'd pull back from that heavenly cocoon, stroke my cock, and direct my huge pulsating pecker onto her heaving hooters. Blasting away, I shot a couple of loads onto one mound then took aim at the other. Back and forth, load after load, for minutes on end, until her huge tits were covered with an icy coating that reminded me of those delicious donuts I'd have as a kid after church on Sunday mornings.

Opening my eyes I saw that our secretary was caught wet handed by the unexpected return of her boss. His hands had a grip on her head as he thrust his huge cock in and out of her receptive mouth. "Mmm," I said, "looks like someone's going to get a mouthful of cum there."

Glancing up at the clock I realized that my first load of clothes was done. "Crap," I said out loud, "I was really getting into this fuck flick too." I hit the pause button and headed back to the basement, my hard cock causing my shorts to stick out like a circus tent.

I quickly scooted down to the basement, intent on putting the clothes into the dryer and getting another load going in the wash then back upstairs to pick up where I left off in the video. I got there, opened the dryer door, and, to my despair, it was full of clothes. "Oh well, not that many in here," I thought to myself, "I'll just fold them quickly then get back upstairs."

I soon saw that it was woman's clothing and, to my delight, found it to be full of underwear. I have to say, I've always had a thing for women's underwear. I think it was mostly the feel of it, and I especially loved the satin finish. Immediately a huge smile blossomed on my face as I thought of the new neighbor in the apartment below me. She was about my age and had just moved in about a month earlier. I'd only seen her couple of times and never close up. "Let's see what her underwear would tell me about her," I thought.

The dryer was mostly full of panties, lots of nice colors, black, red, green, pink, all very lovely and oh so smooth to the touch. I brought an especially silky to my face and gave it a whiff, then drug it over my face. What a nice feel they had!

Reaching inside the dryer again, I pulled out a bra which left no doubt that my neighbor indeed liked sexy lingerie. I lovingly fingered her silky bra with one hand while I held her panties under my nose with the other. 

My cock twitched and I thought to myself, "What the fuck, go for it!" so I quickly dropped my shorts and wrapped her panties around my throbbing prick. As I raised her bra I noticed the tag inside, and yelled, "Yesssss, 36DD! Big tits!" 

That was nearly enough to make me cum right there! I put her bra over my face and began stroking my cock with her panties. I totally loved the feel of the silky panties as I drug them up and down my cock. My cock grew harder and harder as I really got into it. Arching my hips, I knew it wouldn't be long. Just another couple of strokes and I would blow my load.

"What a fucking pervert!" I heard a woman yell. I turned towards the stairs, still jacking my cock. My neighbor was standing there with a clothes basket in her hands. Her eyes widened as she looked at my cock. I just kept stroking away and before I knew it, my cock twitched and great gobs of thick white cream spewed and splattered right in front of her. Load after load spewed out making a puddle at her feet. 

My neighbor just stood there, her mouth opened wide. I pulled up my shorts and muttered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there."

"Obviously," she replied. She just shook her head though and then started to laugh. "I don't know whether I should be insulted or delighted."

"I don't know what to say," I replied.

"I wonder if the landlord knows what a pervert he's got living in his building," she said.

"No!" I yelled, "You wouldn't tell him would you?"

"I'm seriously thinking about it," she replied.

"Please," I pleaded, "there must be something I can do to convince you not to do that isn't there?"

She stood there for a minute, then walked over to the dryer, shut the door then jumped up on top. Spreading her legs, she said, "Let's see you convince me!"

I couldn't believe it. I walked over to her and said, "Let's take these shorts off."

As I slipped my fingers in the waist band of her shorts she lifted up her butt long enough for me to slide them off. I looked at her and said, "I think I'll be more convincing if we get these panties off too!"

"By all means," she replied. 

I removed them with her help and then, as she leaned back against the dryer, I gazed with utter joy at the feast before me. I grabbed her leg near then knee and kissed her leg. As my lips made contact I heard a hiss escape her lips. I began licking my way along the inside of her thigh. As I neared her pussy I switched to the other leg and repeated the process. I heard her sigh and looked up towards her. 

Sensing that I was about to speak, she held her finger up to her mouth and said, "Shhh, convince me, lick my pussy."

I put my hands under her butt and lifted her close to the edge of the dryer top. As I bent over towards her she leaned back further, put her feet on my shoulders and spread her legs wide. I could feel the heat coming off her now wet pussy and I was determined to give her the best orgasm of her life. 

I started out very slowly, gently blowing air on her soft hair. Then I nibbled at the insides of her thighs until she was grabbing my head and pulling it towards her dripping gash. Her juices were really flowing freely now as I slid my tongue up from the crack of her ass to the top of her pussy with long slow strokes, parting the silky fleece and jabbing at her swollen clit. I let my hands roam across her belly until I found her big delectable boobs. With my tongue doing aerobics in her snatch, I traced circles around her hard nips through the thin fabric of her bra and shirt with my fingers. 

"Oh fuck, that's it," she yelled, "suck my pussy!"

Her breath started to come in gasps now as I drove my tongue deep into her steamy pussy. I pulled on her erect nipples as she thrashed about. I then took her clit between my lips and squeezed it hard, then sucked it into my mouth. My tongue strummed back and forth across her clit, and I could feel it getting harder there in my mouth.

Her breathing was becoming much more pronounced now, and I knew it wouldn't be long before she'd explode. I took three fingers and drove them deep into her hot twat. She started to hump my hand with wild abandon now as I continued strumming her clit. Just as she was getting close to cumming, I removed my fingers and planted my mouth over her pussy. 

I drove my tongue deep inside her honey pie and began lapping at the stream of juices that were more than I could handle. I slide my tongue down beneath her pussy, scooping up as much pussy nectar as I could. I then slid down further and spread her butt cheeks to gather up her cream that had settled there. After that I headed north, and just about buried my face in her snatch. My tongue went wild now, digging side to side and deep to give that pussy of hers a major workout.

"I'm almost there now," she yelled, "make me cum!"

I pressed forward even more and jammed my tongue in as deep as I possibly could. She erupted with such a loud "Yessssssssssssssss, I'm cumming!" that I thought for sure the whole town would hear her scream of ecstasy! 

Her hands pulled at my hair as wave after wave of intense pleasure overcame her. My face felt like someone had turned a hose on it! Her nectar was spraying all over me, and I was having trouble licking it all up! Her ass bucked up forcing my face even deeper into her wet pussy! Finally, with soft animal cries whimpering in her throat she calmed down. 

I helped her off the dryer and asked, "Well?"

"Damn, that was good" she said. "Take those shorts off and hop up here sweetie; I want to get a close up look at that cock of yours!" 

"Gladly," I replied as I quickly removed my shorts and took a seat on the dryer.

My cock was already at half mast as she grabbed a pair of panties from the hamper and wrapped them around my cock so that the head was exposed. Looking up at me she said, "How do you like it baby?"

I replied, "Very softly ok. Just barely touch my cock with the panties, almost like a whisper."

"You got it," she answered. She began doing just as I'd asked; stroking ever so gently and in just a minute my cock was fully erect and throbbing. She bent over and I could feel my cock twitch as she began giving it a tongue bath. Damn, she was good, licking the head of my cock with that electric tongue, while continuing to pump my cock with those silky panties. I could feel some precum ooze from my cock, then watched in awe as she gathered it up with her tongue, then probed the tip of my cock for more.

She took her other hand and began massaging my balls, squeezing them gently then lifting them. I knew I couldn't take much more of this treatment. She looked up at me, grabbed my balls and said, "We're not going to waste this load of cum." 

She released my cock, pulled her shirt over her head then unsnapped her bra. I knew I was in heaven now as those bodaciously big breasts of her spilled into view. She took them each in a hand, and began massaging them. With her finger tip she tweaked the nipple a few times until each stood at attention. She looked at me and said, "Like these tits lover?"

I sat there speechless, my mouth agape just nodding in affirmation until she said, "These puppies are in need a protein treatment."

She bent over and gave my cock a few slurpy licks then moved forward so that my cock was pressing against her chest. She took a tit in each hand and wrapped them around my cock until it was firmly nestled between her magnificent mammary mounds. I started to slide my cock back and forth between those big boobs but she said, "You relax baby and get ready to give me a big load of cum, I'll do all the work."

She started to jack my cock with her huge globes, playing with her nipples as she did. Her tits were so huge that the head of my cock would barely peek out between them on the upstroke. Squeezing her huge hooters tightly around my cock she would vary the speed, sometimes moving them oh so slowly up and down my cock, then speeding up pistoning them up and down in rapid fire motion. 

Soft firm tit flesh had me encased and I was fast approaching climax. My balls tightened, and my cock head was turning fiery red when she leaned forward and slipped her hot mouth over the head. That did it for me and I yelled, "I'm cumming!"

She pulled back and held her tits together awaiting her reward. Gobs of hot cum erupted from my cock and spewed over her tits. She moved them from side to side, making sure that each would receive equal treatment. I couldn't believe I was here reenacting the scene from my video, coating my neighbor's titantic tits with my cream. Finally, as my orgasm started to subside she took a hard nipple and pushed it against the tip of my prick extracting the last few drops of lotion.

She stood up and said, "Mmmm, this is what I needed."

She began rubbing my cum into her tits, covering every square inch with my luscious protein. As she finished she slowly stuck each of her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean. When she got to the last one she stopped inches from her mouth, then offered it to me saying, "This one's yours!"

I sucked her finger into my mouth tasting my own cum. Damn this woman was hot! I couldn't believe my good fortune.

We each got dressed and I helped her gather her clothes from the dryer.

I looked at her with a smile, and said, "Well did I convince you?" 

She replied, "Mmm, I think you're going to have to try a few more times." She smiled then turned and walked away. At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped, reached into her clothes hamper, pulled out the pair of panties I had been jacking off with, and threw them to me, saying, "Don't wear these out too quickly now!"



Wash My Back?



The steam billows out the door as I open it and step in as quietly as I can. The air is hot and humid as I slowly remove my clothing, watching your naked form through the thin plastic of the shower curtain.

I sneak over and pull it back, you are facing away from me. Water cascades down over your body. You stand with your back to me, one hand splayed and wedged against the wall, the other moving in front, suspiciously lower on your body. The spray hitting your head as you hang it low under the nozzle.

My eyes run over your body, your wide shoulders that taper down to your slim hips, muscular legs that lead up to a nice tight ass. I often wondered how the hell I managed to get so lucky. My nipples tighten as I look my fill.

I step behind you, as quiet as a whisper and move close. I press my body tight against your back, my hands running around your hips and across your abdomen. I hear you moan low as my hands slowly slide up your chest. I press tighter so you can feel my hard nips against your back. Your hand is slowly moving over the length of your cock as you push back against me.

I spread my fingers, then close them pinching your nipples between my knuckles. One hand leaves your cock and comes over your head, digging into my still dry hair, the other remains on the wall as I pinch and tease your nips until they are as hard as mine.

One hand remains on your chest, still playing and the other slides lower, over your six pack abs, through the neatly trimmed patch of rough hair at your center then lightly down the length of your hardening cock.

You moan, your hand in my hair gripping tighter as I wrap my fingers around your length. I slide the smooth skin against my palm, lightly and teasingly, running my fingernails over the shaft as you harden fully under my touch.

You turn slowly, dislodging my hands and stoop slightly down to kiss me, the spray now hitting the back of your neck sprinkles my face as you slide your tongue against mine, one of your hands pulling and twisting my nipple, your body pressed nice and close, your cock digging into my hip.

I push you back and move, my lips brushing over against the wet skin on your neck, then your collar bone and lower. I nip the top of your pecs then capture one stiff nip between my lips, suck lightly then bite, I hear your moans bounce off the walls around us and your body shudders slightly when I release that one and move to the other.

I take little bites as I move lower, nipping at your abs, then sinking my teeth into the soft skin stretched over your hip bone. I let one hand drift lower, dragging my nails over your sensitive skin and lifting your cock as I run my tongue between the crease of your leg, I kneel before you, looking up into your eyes.

I dip my head and lave the rough skin on your balls, letting my tongue press hard against them, I suck one then the other into my hot wet mouth as my hand closes over the head of your cock, squeezing you. I keep looking up at you, your eyes watching every flick of my tongue as your hips start to move slowly in that age old rhythm.

I run my tongue leisurely up the length of your shaft, the skin satiny smooth against my tongue. My hand slides down your shaft and grips it at the base as I take you gradually inside my mouth and my lips close tightly over the tip. 

I slide down nice and slow, moaning at the fresh clean taste of your cock. I take as much of you as I can until I feel the head entering my throat. Its then that you move, buck a bit inside of my mouth. I gag as your cock goes in even further and my throat closes around you. You gasp as I slide back up, dragging my teeth along the sensitive underside of your shaft. I bite down on the head of your cock lightly then slide down again, slowly at first, then gradually faster. I use my tongue and my teeth expertly as I bob my head up and down. My hand rolls and squeezes your balls, my fingertips teasing and stroking the sensitive skin just behind them. Your knees lock as I play, your moans fill the small space and I look up at your face.

I love this moment, the look on your face, the way your hips work with my mouth, those little moans and groans and that totally engrossed look of sheer arousal on your face. I take my mouth from you and run my hand over your saliva coated cock, you reach down and pull me up, your lips meeting mine as your hands lift and squeeze my breasts, your fingers pulling and pinching my hard as rock nipples.

You turn me and press down on the back of my neck; I place my hands on the wall and spread my legs wide as your hand slides slowly over the cheek of my ass then lower. I groan loud as your fingers slide lower, my pussy aches for your touch. Sucking your cock always turns me on. 

I arch my back as you push two fingers deep inside me then drag them higher, brushing lightly over the hardened nub of my clit. I rock my hips as you repeat your actions, pushing inside then rubbing my own wetness over my nub. My hips start to roll as you tease me higher and higher until you finally pinch it better your fingers and rub hard. I cry out as I come, my hips buck up against your fingers as you slip them back inside me, rubbing against my g-spot and prolonging my orgasm until I swear I see heaven.

You step closer and rub the head of your cock along the length of my slit, I go up on my toes as you find my hole and slide slowly inside. I groan, biting my lip as you fill me to the brink with all 8" of your thick hardness. My pussy grips tight around you as you start to slide slowly in and out. One of your hands gripping my hip tight as the other roams over my chest, twisting and pinching my nipples hard. My whole body responds and I start to move with you.

I cry out as you hit bottom on each stroke, not caring that the neighbors might hear us through the paper thin walls. You pull me up until, my back meets your front and lock your arm around my body, one hand squeezing my breast and the other drifting lower to rub my clit as your hips move, filling me over and over. 

I shudder when I come again, clamping down on your cock like a vice and crying out as my juices coat your cock and slowly start to seep from me, the warm wetness mixing with the water as it runs down the insides of my thighs.

I groan as you slip out of me, spinning me around. Your lips find mine as your hands go to my thighs and you push my back against the wall of the shower. I wrap my arms around your neck and my legs wrap around your hips as you lift me off my feet and sink me back down along your length.

Using my weight as leverage you start to pound into me. Hard and fast. Your head dips and your mouth locks onto my nipple, biting it as your hips move faster and faster. You lift again and kiss me, I nip at your lips, letting my hands move over your chest, pinching your nipples as my pussy contracts tightly around your cock. I cry out as I come again, arching my back and hitting my head hard against the wall. I barely feel it as my body locks tightly around yours. My internal muscles ripple up and down your shaft as you slam hard and deep into me and take your own pleasure. You explode with one final push and your knees start to shake as your cock pulses, filling me with your fluid while you pull slowly in and out, prolonging your own pleasure. 

Your head falls against my shoulder, your breath coming hard and fast against my neck as you slow and finally stop.

I lower my feet to the floor as your cock softens and slides from my passage. You smile at me, a warm sated smile as you reach over and grab the bar of soap.

You begin to work it between your palms as I try to catch my breath, your eyes move from my toes to my head as you wink and then reach for me, wiggling your eyebrows playfully and smiling that big goofy grin that I've grown to love, 

"I'll wash your back if you wash mine?"



Wash My Sins Away



The rain fell like the drops of an oil lamp, slow and hesitant. She kicked a stone back and forth with the toe of her black high heels.

Her blonde hair plastered to her head she struggled to find a direction, though she didn't really care which way she went as long as it was away.

Her long coat swung in the wet breeze and the lights from the street lamps discovered her only in a black satin nightgown, drenched and clinging to her abandoned curves. She sniffed and sobbed, tears mixing with the oily rain, a confusion of salt and heavenly release. 

How long had it been since anyone touched her? She had been married for 8 years and stopped feeling loved in only 3 so she wouldn't, she couldn't be touched by him again. A mixture of her own guilt and resentment towards him was a hard combination to digest and after living in utter emotional limbo she had had enough. He had tried to steal all of her dreams, because he didn't have any of his own. He couldn't control her because she didn't respect him and she desperately wanted for someone to take control...of her. 

Now she wandered in the slow, driving rain looking for a purpose. She kicked the stone harder until it flew up high and landed on the window shield of a car stopped at a light. The man unrolled his window and yelled, "Hey! Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Not realizing that hers was an accidental infraction and that she was also at the end of her rope. 

She snapped, she picked up the only rock she could find and threw it hard with a defiant "fuck you!" hitting the hood of his car and then ran on her high heels into the darkness of the next street over. The man pulled his car over and chased her. When he finally caught up with her he was breathing hard and could barely speak, but his eyes said it all, he was livid. 

He was planning on dragging her back and calling the police on his cell phone, he was planning on pressing charges; he was planning on getting revenge on the bitch that cracked his windshield and dented his hood. 

He was going to do all of those things but when he caught her she was sobbing and she fought him fiercely. She struck out at him and scratched at his face and she was wet and vulnerable and he wanted to have her right then and there but he was so angry all he could do was swat out at her wet ass.

She was screaming something completely unintelligible at him and then she spit at him. He grabbed her by the hair and started shouting at her to stop. She swung hard and hit him upside the head and then he grabbed both of her arms and held them behind her back. She kicked at him and then turning her head towards him was going to spit again and he kissed her open mouth...hard. He bit at her tongue and she kissed back with equal power. He spanked her wet ass and holding her with one arm around her neck dragged her into a dark alley. "God, don't kill me. I have a child...I have..."

"I'm not going to kill you, but I am going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." She tried to see his face, but he was a blur of rain and tears. She did take notice of his hands, long fingers, and strong muscular palms...her eyes closed in disbelief and she opened her eyes again to the realization that this was not a dream.

He fell back against the brick wall; he ripped her wet coat off her soaking body and threw it into the darkness. He grabbed her waist and putting one foot on a cinder block her flung her over his knee. He slammed his hand down over and over again, the power of his stinging slap mixed with the water and acted as a conduit of electricity that vibrated and pulsed thru-out her entire body. 

She heard herself screaming but on the inside she was moaning and her clitoris was dancing in her drizzling pussy. The whole ride was just getting started.

He grew tired of his hands sliding off the smooth finish of her satin nightgown so he pulled her up to his face and tore it off her shoulders, dropping it to the puddle between their feet. Totally exposed she was a nymph, a dripping and sobbing sea nymph shivering under his hot gaze. For a moment she looked grateful and he wanted to console her to help her but he wanted to beat her so badly. 

He threw her over his knee and slapped harder and with more force than he ever had any woman (and he had spanked many), his rock hard cock was straining and trying to force its way out of his pants. She could feel it and grabbed it with her hands, stroking it through the denim with the rhythm of his beating. 

She was starting to lose control of her body; his excitement mixed with her own was too much for her to fight. She grabbed at his buttons and ripped them open. His cock was at full attention and she wrapped her full lips around its warmth. She stroked the tip with her tongue and she slid it in all the way up to her throat, as she brought it back up to just the tip she swirled her tongue up its length and sucked hard. 

His spanking was increasingly more and more erratic but hard and thrillingly sharp. Her bottom glistened with rain and steam arose from the furnace he had created. 

In a moment of rebirth, everything bad and out of control in her life seemed meaningless and she felt free for the first time in a long time. The heat inside of her stomach deepened and a hard steady pressure built up between her legs and she gripped harder around his penis with her mouth. The crest of this ride was just ahead and she felt everything would fly at the summit. 

He was grunting and walloping her in time with her voracious sucking. They were a machine each section feeding the other with the right power with the right energy and when they erupted together the combustion exhausted both of them to the ground.

Lying in a puddle they held each other tight. While the rain was still falling in long, lazy drops, her bottom soaking in the cool relief of the muddy water, she mused at the odd set of circumstances that saved her soul and made her feel alive again.



Washed Ashore



Kenny stunk. He didn't have to be told, he could smell his own stench. How many days had passed now without a bath were unknown, he just knew it had been over a week and he was smelling ripe.

It wasn't that there was no water. He was on an island, after all, there was water everywhere. However, there were things in the water... things that might bite. Possibly leeches, although he had no idea if leeches actually lived in the ocean. Still, if not leeches, then there were definitely jellyfish or some other little creature that would do him harm. And besides the creatures, there was seaweed!

There was, of course, the small inland lake with the waterfall just a short walk from where he had constructed a shelter from bits of the broken boat. That water was for drinking and cooking... there was no way he was going to bathe in the same water he swallowed! Better to stink.

For the first time that he could remember, he was glad he didn't have a mirror. His hair had to be dreadful. The humidity would have frizzed it out if it wasn't so dirty that it just hung. This was terrible!

He knew he shouldn't have taken the boat out by himself. He knew something terrible would happen. And look.. He was right! There had been a storm, he ran out of fuel and drifted here, where the boat had broken on some rocks.

Damn Laura anyhow! This was all her fault! Taunting him, telling him he was gay because she walked in while he was watching a porn flick that just happened to be showing two men together. So what if he was getting off on it... that didn't mean anything. Did he accuse of her of being a lesbian because she got off watching two women together??? No. Of course not.

She couldn't let it go, though. No, not Laura! She had to tell him that a real man would know how to drive the boat her father had left him in his will, instead of letting it sit for two years. Well, he doubted it had been unused those two years... she probably took it out with her friends while he was at work or away on business. She had grown up with boats, it was only natural she know how to operate one. He, however, had never been on one smaller than a cruise ship.

He was going to show her! The plan had been to take the boat a few miles up the coast, dock it in some marina, plop a 'for sale' sign on it and rent a car to drive home. How was he supposed to have known there would be a storm that would turn a simple trip into this harrowing nightmare?

As he walked along the rocky beach looking for something to eat, he thought of Laura, probably sitting on the big couch in front of the big screen TV watching those stupid shopping channels she loved, snacking on chips and cookies and diet soda. She was sleeping in the big bed on the comfort zone mattress every night. She probably not only didn't miss him but was glad he was gone. Bitch!

Sitting in front of the fire, he ate from the bowl of berries, wondering how long he'd be stuck here. Visions of Tom Hanks in "Castaway" haunted him. He knew he would never survive here for years; he doubted he'd last much more than another week. If starvation didn't kill him, his own stench would.

Lost in a horrific flight of fancy, seeing himself withering away, his hair long and unkempt, his teeth covered in plaque and falling out, he screamed when he heard a rustling in the woods behind his shelter. This was proof.... There were wild boars in there!

"Hello?" he heard a voice say from beyond the shrub.

"I'm here!" he called, immediately regretting it. What if this was an unfriendly native??

"Hello!" the intruder greeted him. "Thought I saw smoke coming from over here. Camping?"

The man looked normal. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a golf shirt, sandals and a baseball hat. He was very good looking, actually. 

"Camping?" Kenny repeated. "No. I ... my boat... What day is it?"

The man laughed.

"It's Tuesday. What happened? This is your boat?"

"What's left of it. This is Tuesday? Oh my."

It had been over a week then. He'd had the fight with that bitch Laura Sunday evening. It was a wonder he was still alive.

"How'd you wind up here? This isn't exactly a harbor."

"Bad storm. No fuel... hit the rocks."

"Storm? What -? The rain Sunday night?"

This man was obviously crazy. There had been no rain since his arrival on this island. If there had been, he'd be clean.

"Why didn't you just walk up to the house and call for help?" the man asked. "It's just over the hill."

"This isn't an island?"

"No. It's a little peninsula. My house is just a few yards away. What? You thought you washed up on some deserted island? You're not real familiar with the coast, are you Gilligan?"

"Hmm," Kenny said, wondering how he could be so stupid. Laura wasn't right about him being gay, but maybe she was right about him being 'an inept toad'.

"I'm Gary," the man said, extending his hand.

"Kenny," he replied, shaking it.

"Well, let's get you up to the house. You can clean up and call whoever it is you need to call."

Kenny gladly followed the man. To his dismay, the house really was just over the hill that was just beyond the small inland pond with the waterfall. Had he been a brave man with a sense of adventure, he would have found it that first night.

Gary's house was fabulous. Not real big, but spacious. The kitchen and dining room took up the front of the house, the living room was at the back. Between the two rooms was an open stairway leading to the loft above, which was where Gary led Kenny. There was an office on one side, then the bedroom, and a bathroom beyond the bedroom.

Kenny couldn't help noticing the erotic artwork on the walls. He stopped to admire it, gaining Gary's attention. One piece was a framed drawing of a reclining nude man. Another was of two men in an embrace. That he could feel his cock getting hard looking at the pictures only meant that he appreciated good art.

"You like them?" Gary asked.

"They're very good," he replied.

"I could sketch you if you'd like."

"You did these?"

Gary smiled and nodded.

"Oh, I don't know if I'd make a good model."

"Well, why don't you go hop in the shower, get freshened up, and we can discuss it when you get out? There's a robe on the door you can put on, I'll throw your clothes in the washer." Gary held out his hand, waiting for Kenny to give him the dirty clothes. Not wanting Gary to see his partially engorged cock, he opted to strip in the privacy of the bathroom and toss the clothes out. He heard Gary chuckle as he closed the door.

Mmmm. A shower! Soap. Shampoo. He couldn't remember when a shower had felt so good! Letting the warm water fall over his body, he began to think about Gary's offer to draw him.

The idea of him being a nude model for someone with Gary's talent made him feel important. It was an honor just being asked. His cock grew hard, thinking about lying on a bench, nude, while his form was being drawn. Knowing that he was being stared at... or maybe Gary would have to move his arm...or his leg...he groaned as his fist slid up and down his shaft.

Objectively speaking, Gary was a good looking man. Not that he would normally notice things like that, but this time being shipwrecked had been a harrowing experience and he couldn't be expected to be thinking straight. Under certain stressful situations things might happen that wouldn't otherwise. It didn't necessarily mean anything.

"Oh, shit!" he said as his cock spewed, covering his hand and the shower stall wall in his cum. "Damn!"

He used the shower spray to clean the wall, disappointed with himself that he had had an orgasm before he finished the fantasy. Not that he was gay, he reminded himself... it was just the circumstances.

After toweling off, he wrapped himself in the thick terrycloth robe hanging on the back of the door. From the half wall he could look down at the living room and saw Gary there, relaxing in a chair. Oh, he looked nice! His shirt was open and Kenny could see his chiseled abs, tight and tanned. Then he felt that familiar stirring again and quickly looked away.

Downstairs, Gary invited him to lounge back on the chaise in the living room. An easel was set up nearby. 

"I thought you might be hungry. I have chops in the oven, they'll be ready in a few minutes. Would you like a drink or anything while we wait? You look like you might enjoy a margarita."

Kenny's eyes lit up. How could he possibly know that was his favorite drink? Would he know, too, that he preferred them over ice and not frozen? Without salt?

Gary went to the kitchen and came back a minute later with a large glass, no salt. Just the way Kenny liked them. He took a drink, intending it to be just a sip, but wound up downing nearly a third of the contents. Gary just smiled at him. "So, Gilligan, have you thought about being my model?"

"Yes. I think I'd enjoy it."

"I'm sure you will."

Was that a wink? Did that Greek God just wink at him?

Gary asked him to stand up, while he retrieved a white fur rug from a chest and laid it across the chaise. Then, standing in front of Kenny, he untied the belt of the robe letting his hand slide down and over Kenny's semi hard cock. At Kenny's intake of breath, Gary smiled and pushed his robe down over his shoulders.

"Well," Gary said. "Seems you're a little man with big surprises. Why don't you lay down there?"

Feeling himself blush a little, Kenny sat down on the chaise. The fur felt fabulous against his bare skin. Between the feel of Gary's hand against his cock, the fur against his backside, and the fact he was laying here naked while being studied... his cock was definitely not behaving the way he wanted. Gary was going to believe he was gay! He raised his leg, trying to hide his rigid staff.

Gary, who had gone to stand in front of his easel, laughed.

"Oh no you don't!" he said. "Put that leg down. Arms over your head. Bend the other leg. I want to see it all."

Somewhat embarrassed, Kenny did as he was told. He felt a bit of a rush hearing those words: I want to see it all.

Lying there, he watched as Gary began to sketch. His arm was swishing in fluent strokes, studying his body and putting his form on paper. After a couple minutes, he took his shirt off and Kenny could get an even better look at that chest... those shoulders... those arms! Kenny let his eyes wander lower... Gary's shorts rode low on his hips and Kenny became curious to know if the line of chest fur rising from the waistband led to a thicker patch at his man mound... if....

He needed to think about something else! His cock was starting to throb. Laura! Think about that bitch! Oh, wouldn't she just love to see him right now? He was sure she'd have some smart remark to make. Something to make him feel small and stupid.

"Hey!" Gary said, breaking in to his thoughts.

Kenny opened his eyes again. Gary was standing beside him.

"You're thinking about something and it's ruining my sketch."

Then Gary sat down on the edge of the chaise beside him. A moment later he felt Gary's hand on his cock, fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing it. Involuntarily, Kenny's body arched up at the surprise and a loud moan escaped his lips.

"You need to relax, Gilligan."

"What are you doing? I'm not gay!"

"Oh, I can see that," Gary whispered as he leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against Kenny's neck. "You're so pretty. Mmm. There we go, nice and hard again. Just give me a couple minutes to finish the sketch and we'll do something about it."

Kenny's mind was spinning in cartwheels. When Gary's lips touched his, he felt his heart beat becoming even more rapid. Of course, it wasn't because he enjoyed the feel of the kiss or the taste, it was just because of the surprise. It wasn't like he was attracted to the other man... he just admired his form.

Back at the easel again, Gary went to work on the sketch. Kenny watched him for a couple minutes, then found his eyes drifting down. Oh, he had a fine chest, that was for sure! Well defined pecs and abs, strong wide shoulders, thick biceps and triceps and whatever else those muscles were called... he sure did have them! A narrow waist, but not too narrow. Slim hips. If only those shorts weren't so damn loose fitting he might be able to see what his ass looked like.

Kenny wasn't aware his breath was hard and ragged until he heard Gary chuckle and unbutton his shorts.

"Curious?" he asked as he unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor so he was standing for inspection wearing only a red thong.

Gary began walking toward him, Kenny's eyes focused on the thick bulge barely contained beneath the patch of red material. When he was standing beside him, Gary took Kenny's hand and placed it over his bulge, using his hand to guide Kenny's, wrapping his fingers around his shaft.

When Kenny moved his other hand to his own cock, needing to find release, Gary stopped him.

"No, no," he said. "I think you've probably done that once already today. Didn't you, you bad boy?"

As he spoke, he moved to the end of the chaise. While Kenny watched, Gary slipped the thong down his hips, revealing a long thick cock better than any Kenny had seen on any porno flick. It wasn't monstrous in length or girth, but it sure did look good. Of course, he was merely admiring still more of the Greek God's body. 

Gary knelt on the chaise between Kenny's legs, then began to pump his cock with his hand while Kenny watched, wanting desperately to do the same. His cock and balls were beginning to ache and he could feel pre cum escaping as he watched Gary.

"There we go," Gary said after a minute, as he rubbed the tip of his cock around the head of Kenny's, mixing their pre cum together just before his mouth descended over Kenny's cock.

"Oh God!" Kenny moaned at the feel of Gary's mouth over his cock, sucking on it. He could feel his tongue licking beneath his head, along his shaft. Then he felt Gary's hand slip beneath him, his finger sliding along his crack. 

"Oh shit! Oh damn!" he cried out as he felt his orgasm begin. "Oh fuck!" He didn't want it to be over so soon! 

Opening his eyes, he saw Gary's smile as he swallowed the last of his load, then licked his lips. Then he sat up on his knees again and began to masturbate himself once more.

"Sweet and pretty," Gary said. "Would you like a little desert before dinner?"

"I'm not gay," Kenny reminded him as he watched Gary's hand sliding up and down his shaft.

Gary stopped, then positioned himself so he was hovering above Kenny's body momentarily before lying down on top of him. He put his face close enough to Kenny's that their noses were touching.

"I know that," he whispered just before claiming Kenny's mouth with his own, forcing it open and slipping his tongue inside. 

Kenny took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Gary, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the ripple of his muscles. He freed one leg, encircling Gary's hips with it, pulling his body closer. He could feel Gary's cock throbbing against his ass, almost demanding entry.

"I want to fuck that virgin ass and then I want you to fuck me. Oh God, you'll love it!"

Kenny could only moan in reply. 

Reaching beneath the chaise, Gary took out a small box. Kenny watched him take out a tube of lubricant and a thin torpedo shaped dildo similar to one Laura had. He felt himself becoming aroused again as Gary squeezed some of the lubricant onto the dildo.  

"Hold your legs up, sweetheart," Gary instructed. "Want to get you prepped up good."

Kenny smiled. The Greek God called him 'sweetheart'. Not even the bitch ever called him that. He spread his legs and lifted them, grasping the outside of his ankles with his hands. Then he felt Gary squeeze some of the lubricant over his hole, surprised it didn't feel cold.

"Just relax baby," Gary coached as he slowly inserted the dildo. It felt even better with Gary doing it than when he had tried it at home... just to see what it was like. "Not so virgin, huh? In that case..."

Gary had him straddle over the end of the chaise and bend over. He felt Gary spreading his cheeks open, then felt the tip of his cock at his opening. Forcing himself to relax, he felt Gary pushing into him, slowly spreading his hole. A moment later he felt entry and cried out, thankful that Gary didn't stop.

The pain! Oh God... how could something hurt so much and yet feel so damn good?! Gary pushed in a little more. Still hurt, but not quite as much. The fact was, it was beginning to feel better than anything ever had... and then wow! It was like his own cock sprang to life in an instant. He felt on fire as he rocked himself back against Gary. 

He could hear Gary grunting behind him and the sound aroused him even more. It wouldn't be long now and he was sure he'd feel Gary's eruption filling him. It felt so good! Better than he had ever fantasized and so much better than when he had used Laura's vibrator. 

"Cum with me you pretty little bitch!" Gary said between gritted teeth. 

As soon as he heard Gary's deep moan and felt his thick cream filling him, Kenny felt Gary's hand reach around to his cock, squeezing it tight. Within a minute he had yet another orgasm, spilling his seed over Gary's hand.

"Mmm baby," Gary said, sounding exhausted. "I can't wait till you fuck me later."

"I'm -"

Gary chuckled as he pulled away from him and helped him stand. He took Kenny into his arms.

"Baby, you're flaming. And I love it."

"I was going to say I'm starving. Can we eat?"

As they walked to the table Kenny thought to himself that for once Laura was right... and he couldn't be happier about it.



Washed Away



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Copyright Oggbashan July 2006

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

This story is not eligible to win the Nude Day Story Contest 2006 because I am a recent contest winner.

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It was my own fault. I saw the signs, read them, and ignored them, thinking that I knew better.

It was a very hot summer day. I had driven from London towards my rented holiday cottage for hours and I was within a few miles of my destination but early. I was due to collect the cottage's keys in a couple of hours yet I had only ten minutes driving left to do.

I stopped at a viewpoint over the river, got out and perched myself on the low fence beside the steps leading down to a lower level. I was hot. I eased my breasts in my bra, holding my top away from my body so that air could circulate and cool me down. It worked, a little, but I still felt sticky and sweaty. I could hear the waterfall about fifty yards upstream. If I were to go down the steps I could walk to the waterfall. I started down.

At the lower point I could see a dark pool out of the main stream. It looked so cool and inviting. Despite the warning signs that told me the dam upstream could discharge water at any time, I thought I could risk a swim. Why not? I had my swimming costume and several towels in the car, there was no one around, and it was hot.

The area was suffering from a water shortage and a hosepipe ban was in force. Surely they wouldn't let water out of the dam during a water shortage? I was wrong.

I changed, slid my car door key in the concealed pocket between my breasts, put flip-flops on my feet and walked down to the river's edge.

There was a wide rock ledge below the bushes. I kicked off my flip-flops, sat on the edge and dangled my legs into the water. The water was wonderfully cool and refreshing. The depth before me looked shallow but I knew pools could be deceptive. I stood up, walked a few paces to a gravel beach and waded in.

As the water gradually edged up my body I could feel the heat and tiredness draining away. When the water was up to my waist I leant forward and started to swim with a gentle breaststroke. I turned on my back and floated, moving my arms and legs idly to keep me in position in the centre of the pool. The current was so weak that a few hand-flips counteracted it.

I was almost asleep when I first felt a change in the current. I thought that I must have drifted closer to the main stream of the river so I rolled over and kicked towards the bank. As my head came out of the water I sensed a change in the note of the waterfall. What had been a trickle was now a roar. Within seconds the flood hit me and washed me out of my disappearing pool into a raging torrent of muddy brown water. My head went under just as I was about to yell for help. To whom? There had been no one around when I entered the water.

The next few minutes I struggled to stay alive. I took a breath every time my head was above water. That wasn't often. The river bashed me against rock and dragged me through tangled branches. One of those branches snagged the back of my swimming costume. The torrent rose over my head as I was held in place. I wriggled out of the shoulder straps and pulled my costume down to my hips. The material held for a few seconds before it tore away leaving me naked but with my head free of the water. I gasped for breath.

I was growing weaker as I tried to avoid the worst obstacles. I thought I saw a vehicle close to the water's edge. I yelled, "Help!" before my mouth was filled with water again.

A heavy splash beside me was followed by a fierce grip on my arm. We swung across the current. My rescuer took the impact of our crash against the bank then unceremoniously hauled me out like a wet rag doll.

Without a word he unfastened the rope around his waist, picked me up and ran for his Landrover. He threw me into the passenger seat, ran to the tow hook and detached the rope. He shouted, "Hang on!" as he started the engine and gunned up the slope ahead of us. Dirt flew from all four wheels as he powered the Landrover up the rough track. I was bouncing around and hanging on to the doorframe.

On higher ground he stopped.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"I think so," I said dubiously. "I'm still in one piece, thanks to you."

"You need some first aid," he announced. "Hang on again, not so hard this time, and I'll drive us to the cottage."

He drove slower but confidently for a couple of minutes until we reached a scruffy cottage with sagging thatch. As he drove, I studied him cautiously. His clothes were wet and plastered to him, showing a muscular torso and large biceps. His blond hair, cut short, had a reddish tinge. His face had a trace of stubble. His skin was tanned; his hands strong but marked with several new cuts oozing blood.

Blood? I started to examine myself. I was bleeding from many cuts and abrasions including a large gash near my left nipple. The bangs and crashes I had endured in the river were being to hurt. I shivered, not just with the effect of my wet skin, but with the thought of what I had endured and survived, thanks to him. I was also covered with mud from the bankside that he had dragged me across.

As he stopped I was shaking like a tree in a high wind. I was shivering, my teeth were chattering, and I couldn't think straight if at all. He opened the door beside me, lifted me out and carried me to the cottage's front door. He kicked it open ducked his head and entered. He went through the building and into a bathroom. He set me down on the closed toilet seat, leaning me backwards. I clung to the edges of the seat as if they were my lifeline.

He started the shower and checked its temperature with his hand. When he was satisfied, he grabbed me and stood me under the shower. I tried to resist but my limbs were too feeble. He rinsed the mud and blood off my body and then rinsed my hair.

"This is going to hurt," he said calmly as he poured a shampoo on my hair.

I screeched as the detergent entered my cuts. He ignored my objections, washing my hair twice and then using shower gel on my body. At last he rinsed me off with cool water, turned the shower off, towelled me down gently and wrapped me in a white bathsheet with another towel as a turban around my head.

He swung me into his arms, carried me from the bathroom to a bedroom and put me down on a large double bed.

"Stay there!" he ordered. "I'm going to get the First Aid kit."

I stayed. Apart from feeling weak and still shaking, he had wrapped me so tightly in that bathsheet that I was almost mummified.

He used antiseptic cream on my minor injuries and covered the larger cuts with plasters. He treated the gash on my left breast with a pad and strapping, holding it in place with a sling like a single sided halter around my neck. I was an unresisting heap, still not wholly aware of who or where I was. All I did know was that I slightly resented his casual handling of my body as if I was just an inanimate object. When he had finished he wrapped me as tightly as before.

"Stay there until I've cleaned myself up," he said as he left the room.

I closed my eyes. When I opened them again the shadows showed that several hours had passed. He was sitting beside the bed wearing another shirt and clean faded jeans.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Alive," I replied, "thanks to you. Who are you? I'm Anne."

"Hello Anne. I'm Gary."

"Hello Gary."

Then we both smiled. This was a ridiculous conversation for a nude female who owed her life to a stranger.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know how you came to be in the river," Gary answered, "but I was crossing the ford when I saw the flood coming. I stopped just above normal flood levels and tried to speak to the dam control but my mobile phone battery was low and I couldn't raise them. I put it down as I saw a white body in the flood – you. I knew that I couldn't swim in that current so I attached a rope to the Landrover and to me and jumped in just before you came within reach. The level was still rising so I knew we had to get out of there before the Landrover was swamped. We just made it."

"Thank God you were there."

"I nearly wasn't. A few seconds later crossing the ford and I would have been swept away too. How come you were in the river?"

Ashamed of myself, I explained.

"That was a really stupid thing to do, Anne. It nearly killed you, and me too. Those notices are there for a reason. I have to cross the river to get here. Usually I check before I do and if the engineers are releasing water at an unexpected time they ring and tell me. They couldn't raise my mobile and couldn't delay the water. There has been a massive thunderstorm upstream. The water coming down is higher than anyone has ever known and the thunderstorm knocked out part of the electrical grid. They had to let the flood water through and generate electricity to replace that lost by the grid failure."

What could I say? I had been stupid and Gary had risked his life to save me. I wriggled a hand out of my wrappings, sought it and squeezed it. He looked at my hand holding his as if he had never seen a hand before. He lifted my hand, turned it over and inspected it.

He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. 

"Would you like a cup of tea?" he asked in a normal tone of voice.

"Yes please, Gary," I replied, "and have you got anything I could wear instead of a towel?"

"I'll look while the kettle is boiling. Stay there."

Stay there? Gary seemed to be telling me to stay every few minutes as if I was his dog.

He was back within a minute.

"I found these in the other bedroom. Any good?"

He held out a large plastic bag full of clothing. I peered inside. There seemed to be a jog suit top and bottom, white with a lilac stripe and other things.

"I don't know. I'll see. Thank you, Gary."

"OK. Back in a minute." He turned to leave.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Unwrap me first!"

He laughed.

"Oops. I didn't mean you to be a captive."

He unwound some of the bath sheet and left. I unrolled myself and tipped out the contents of the bag. Apart from the jog suit there were several sensible white panties and bras, a couple of T-shirts and a white silky vest-shaped nightdress. All smelled clean and fresh. 

I pulled a pair of panties on first, wincing as the material passed my cuts and grazes. I tried on a bra. It wasn't a great fit. The owner is less endowed than I am but after letting out the shoulder straps and hooking it on the widest setting it would do. I unwrapped my hair from the towel and rubbed it. It was tangled but clean. A T-shirt and the jog bottoms made me decent and I sat on the edge of the bed just before Gary returned with a tea tray. The tea tray looked incongruous against the Spartan furnishings of the cottage.

"I didn't know or ask how you like your tea so I brought the lot," he explained. "Milk?" 

I nodded. 

"Sugar?" 

"No thanks."

He passed me a teacup on a saucer. My hand shook as I took it and the cup rattled on the saucer.

"Steady!" he said, his hand supporting my wrist.

"Sorry," I answered. "I can't stop shaking."

"That's the effect of shock. Perhaps you ought to have sugar in your tea, just this once."

He reached for the sugar bowl, filled a spoon and held it over my cup. I nodded. He tipped the sugar into the tea and stirred, holding my wrist still.

"What are we going to do with you?" Gary asked.

"Take me back to my car?" I suggested. "Blast! I've lost the key and it's locked."

"That's not the first problem," Gary said. "Your car is on the other side of a river in spate and the only way out of here is across a ford that is twenty feet or more under water."

"That's the only way out?"

"Unless you feel like a twenty mile walk – with no shoes?"

"As far as that?"

"It wouldn't be normally. We could have walked across the top of the dam but the water is running right over it."

"So what do we do?"

"We have to stay here until the water goes down. That may be tomorrow."

"What about the cottage I've hired? They'll be expecting me. Oh! What's the time?"

Gary looked at his watch. Seven o'clock or three minutes past to be exact."

"I was supposed to collect the keys between four and six. They'll be wondering where I am."

"What's the cottage?"

"Moor View. Mrs Thomas. I have the number on my mobile..."

"Which is in your locked car on the other side of the river... Never mind. I know her number. I'll ring her and explain that you are trapped on the wrong side of the flooded river and won't get to her until tomorrow afternoon. She'll understand. This flood will have upset many locals and probably caused damage elsewhere. Drink your tea while I speak to her."

I obeyed. I heard Gary's voice in the hall but couldn't tell exactly what he said until he put his head around the bedroom door.

"What's your car registration?"

I told him. He checked the exact numerals and letters with me as he spoke it into the phone then he walked back out into the hall. When he returned he said:

"Mrs Thomas understands. She's only just got back from checking that her horses are safe. They were close to the river but moved themselves to higher ground. I also told the police about your car. They'll keep an eye on it whenever they are passing down that road which will be fairly often. The emergency services are stretched this evening."

"Thank you. But what about tonight?"

"You have a bed, some clothes. We have food and can make a meal. We have enough food for... several weeks. I was bringing the last supplies in with the Landrover."

"Why so much?"

"We don't know much about each other, do we, Anne."

It seemed a non sequitur but his statement was true.

"I'll pour you some more tea. You first please. Who is Anne and what does she do?"

"I'm Anne Jenkins, sometimes known as Anne the Figures because of my job. I work for a bank in the City of London as an analyst and occasional currency trader. This was to be the first night of a week's break after completing a long project."

"A week on your own?"

"That's what I wanted, Gary. I was in a relationship. It ended in tears a couple of months ago and I've been too busy..."

"Then a week off would do you good."

"That's what I thought. I didn't expect..."

Suddenly I started crying as the reality of what I had survived hit me. Gary took the cup and saucer from my hand, picked me up, sat me on his lap and pulled my head to his shoulder. I sobbed against his shirt while he stroked my back. My arms slipped around him and I was hugging myself tight to his chest. He kissed the top of my head, then my forehead as I lifted my face to him, and finally his lips met mine. That kiss lasted a long time and I enjoyed every second of it.

When we broke for air he handed my tea back as if nothing had happened yet we both knew that something had, something that couldn't be denied.

"I've told you about me," I said accusingly. "What about you?"

"Me? I'm a junior professor of archaeology. I'm here preparing for a group of students who will arrive in two days to work on a dig about half a mile from here. This cottage will be our base for the next few years of excavations. I hope that we will be able to improve the facilities. I've made a start. The bathroom and hot water system are all my own installation, with the hot water by solar power in summer, topped up by the wood-burning boiler in winter, not that we'll be here often in winter. The university bought the cottage and the land on which we want to do the excavations with a bequest from one of our former professors."

"What about the clothes I'm wearing? Your girlfriend's?"

"No. No girlfriend. I think they belong to one of the Ph.D. students who was here a few weeks ago helping with repairs to the cottage. The work was dirtier than she expected. I remember the white and lilac. She spent most of her time wearing a denim boiler suit and looking like a chimney sweep, as did we all. I assume she brought these to change into when she was clean but she never was. The bathroom wasn't working then."

"Will she mind?"

"I doubt she'll ever know if I wash them. Now to more immediate matters. Food? Can you cook?"

"Yes, if I stop shaking."

"I'll take that as a no. We'll have a microwave meal. Come into the kitchen and perch beside me while I open packets a shove them in."

The basic meal was ready in minutes. My appetite surprised me. There was no washing up. Everything was disposable.

As Gary stood up, he winced.

"Bruises," he explained.

"Me too."

"The one item we haven't got is painkillers. I looked in the First Aid kit. Nothing. But..."

He opened a cupboard built into the kitchen wall beside the inglenook fireplace.

"This will do."

He produced a spirit bottle.

"Do you like whisky?"

"Depends. Some I do. Some I don't."

"Then try this."

He filled a couple of plastic glasses, turning the bottle's label so that I couldn't see it. I poised my nose over the liquid. It smelled like whisky. I sipped. It slid down my throat smoothly without a trace of harshness. Gary was watching me closely.

"Well?"

"I've never tasted any whisky as good as this," I replied eagerly.

"I doubt you have. An Island single malt, twenty years matured and never declared to Customs and Excise..."

"From?"

Gary rubbed the side of his nose.

"That has to stay a secret. Drink up!"

I drank. So did he. We refilled our glasses. The rest of the evening was blissfully hazy. My bruises and cuts ceased to bother me and I felt euphoric. When Gary carried me to the double bed I refused to let him go until he agreed to share the bed with me. I stripped in front of him and slid the white silky nightdress on, shimmying as it caressed my skin.

I tried to ride Gary.

"Oh no you don't," he said, rolling me to the side and over to my back.

"I'm riding the tigress tonight. You might have a turn in the morning."

He rode me. My legs locked behind his as he thrust deep and hard into me. I kissed his chest, the base of his neck and nibbled at his shoulders as his rhythm grew stronger and steadier, matching mine. When he finally came into me, he stayed poised above me, resting on his hands.

"Well?" he asked.

"Do it again." I replied.

"Soon."

He did. I slept the night wrapped in his strong arms. Gary had saved me from the river that day. I think he saved my belief in the male of the species that night. In the morning?

It'll be my turn to ride. We'll see who gets washed away in the torrent of our lovemaking... 



Washed Up



You step into the shower as I sit at my desk.

I can hear the water falling against the shower curtain in that familiar beat. Tap, tap tap. 

I know you've got the soap in your hands rubbing it on your chest, but I can't sit here any longer knowing you in there all alone. 

I go AFK as I do more often then not. 

I slowly turn the door knob. I want my entrance to be a surprise. I close the door quietly and undress as I hear you humming while you lather up. 

When I'm naked I wait a moment and look at myself in the mirror before drawing the curtain open. I am ready to jump in and wash you off. As I step in you have a smirk and look at me. I see your eyes skim up and down. 

As I enter the tub and you barley back up as I rub against you. I take the soap from your hands and start to soap your chest. I know you're pretty well washed off by now, but still know you won't mind my hands on your body.

I drag the soap around your nipples, then down your chest. When I get to your pubic area I soap it slowly and make sure your whole area is well lathered. I pay special attention to your shaft with the hand that has no soap, and it grows each time I stroke it. 

As the water drips down your body and the soap washes away I drop down to my knees. I look up at you and say, "My tongue wants to wash this." 

You smile and fix your eyes on me. I start to massage your balls and I take my tongue and lick up your shaft. When I get to the head I circle it and give it a few light kisses. I take my tongue again and let it play going up and down, first slow and then fast. I lick down to your balls and then switch my hands to your cock so I can lick and suck on your balls. I jack you off while I suck on your balls. 

After giving them a full work through I move back with my tongue to your head. I give it a few playful nibbles. I wrap my hands around your ass and pull you into my mouth. I suck and push you in and out of my mouth slowly. I watch your eyes close as I look up at you. I hope you enjoy this and I take you into my mouth as deep as I can. 

It's been so long since I had a cock and I had forgotten how large you were. I let my mouth fuck you until the point where I know you will soon cum. I don't want to finish and even though your fingers are tangled in my hair I push away. 

I stand and say, "Let's have some fun." 

I get the razor and shaving cream and sit on the edge of the tub. I put the shaving cream on my pussy and spread it around. I hand you the razor and you look at me puzzled. 

I say, "I trust you." 

As you take the razor from my hands I bite my bottom lip and look at you. 

"You sure you want me to?" you say in a soft tone. 

I nod in agreement. 

You sit in the tub in front of me and look at my cunt. 

"Damn that's so pretty even when it's covered up." 

I giggle at you and you start to slowly shave me. I sit there trying not to move but seeing you in front of me makes me want to just climb on top of you. As you are finishing up and washing the left over shaving cream off of me you start to get a little frisky. You have placed your fingers on my now shaved lips and spread me open a little. 

"It's too good not eat" you say. 

You let your lips flick on my clit a few times. I grab the back of your head and push you into me. I buck into you softly each time you get me closer and closer to cumming. I cum all over your face and you back up and start to French kiss me. Your tongue rolls over mine and I start to suck on yours. While I do this you keep your fingers actively pushing in and out of my soaked cunt. As we kiss I stand up and you rise with me. You wrap your arms around me and I can feel your cock pushing against me. I want you inside of me and I lift my leg and wrap it around your back. You put your hands under my ass and lift me against the shower wall. You pound me as if you hadn't had me before. 

You fuck me against that wall so fast I'm surprised you're lasting as long as you are. I moan and bite on your neck as you fuck me. You suck on my nipples as best you can while you pulse inside me. I cum on your cock, let out a loud scream. You too cum at that moment. As I get off of you I start to wash my body. You watch me for a few seconds before stepping out of the tub. 

"Damn girl, I need to shower with you more often." You say teasingly as you get out.



Washing



He caught her from behind, his arms around her waist, his hands sliding down the smooth satin of her chemise, over her taut stomach to nestle between her thighs. Nibbling on the back of her neck, making his way to her earlobe, his tongue flickered at it, reminiscent of the actions his tongue took last night as she lay on their large bed, limbs splayed. 

Smiling, he turned her and lifted her, hands on her hips, her hands resting lightly on his broad shoulders. Settling her lightly on the edge of the old washing machine, a faint vibration as it filled with gushing water, cleaning the sweat-soaked sheets from the bed. He raised the hem of her chemise and lifted it up and off, her nudity pleasing him. Dropping the wispy garment to the floor, he ran his hands up her body, her skin smooth as the satin he'd removed. 

Taking her lips with his, he tasted her, the slight saltiness of her upper lip, the hint of her musk in his nostrils, the fresh mintiness of her toothpaste. He could feel the cool metal of the machine on his thighs as he pressed closer to her, standing between her parted legs. Her hands stroked his back, as he possessed her mouth, his tongue parting her lips to dance with hers. Bringing his right hand to her breast, he kneaded the flesh, pinching the hardening nipple between his fingers, rubbing the erect bud with the palm of his hand. His cock hardening, it pressed against the machine through his boxer shorts as the machine began its agitation cycle. 

Releasing her lips he began to nibble his way down to the nipple he was so recently teasing, his other hand performing the same service to her other teat. Dropping his right hand further, he teased her belly, circling her navel and making her jump a little at this exploration. He smiles to himself, knowing this is a highly sensitive area for her. Dropping his hand further, he strokes the length of her dampening slit. The machine continues its whirring beneath her. 

She lifts her legs, her toes catching the waist of his boxer shorts, and drags them down off his hips. He gasps as his cock bounces forward and strikes the cold metal of the machine, and it spurs him to greater hardness. He swaps over; his lips now on her right breast, tugging and pulling at the nipple with lips, tongue and teeth. His urgency growing. She parts her legs further, resting closer to the edge of the machine. Her slit opening a little with the action. The agitation finished, the machine starts its first rinse. 

His fingers stroke into her more firmly, probing her heat; he slips a finger deep inside. She moans softly. He drops to his knees on the hard floor, his eyes directly on her pussy, watching as a droplet of juice forms and trembles with the vibration of the machine beneath her. His hands run up her thighs, his fingers at the edge of her slit. Gently he parts her folds, and looks upon his treasure. He leans forward, his agile tongue scooping up the droplet of juice before it falls. Tasting its musky sweetness he is almost overcome. Pressing his belly hard against the cold vibrating machine, he struggles to contain himself. 

Control regained, he swipes his tongue the length of her slit, keeping his tongue flat and wide, splaying her pussy lips open in its passing, ending with a flick at her still hidden clit. She moans louder. Moving her hands behind her, she braces herself. He begins to work on her, his tongue darting and diving, licking, sucking, teasing her. Scooping out more of her juices at each stroke, he delights in her enjoyment. She begins to writhe a little, her hips turning little circles. He knows she is close. Penetrating her with a finger, he focuses now on her exposed clit. Sucking it, scraping it lightly with his teeth, circling it with his tongue. The vibrations of the machine adding to the sensation, she tosses her hair back, her eyes closed as she drops into unconscious thought, letting him control the feeling in her body. 

Slipping a second finger in to join the first, he curls his fingers forward, upward, stroking the special spot, deep inside. His pinkie finger worms its way into her anus, pressing in. She gasps, her body trembling, her thighs attempt to close about his hands, his head, but he keeps her wide open, his shoulders preventing that. He feels the pulses of pleasure thought his fingers and tongue. The ripples of her orgasm washing over her body, squeezing his fingers buried in her. Her clit twitching as he sucked the last of her orgasm from her body. The washing machine finished with the rinse begins to fill up again, the shushing noise of the water echoing the blood racing in their bodies. 

Slipping his fingers from her, he stands. Tracing his wet fingers over her lips he kisses her, tasting her delicious mouth and pussy at once. She moans, tasting herself on him. Capturing his fingers in her mouth, she sucks and licks them, reveling in the release she has just experienced. He angles his hips slightly, his cock aimed directly at her well juiced pussy, and with a long smooth stroke, buries himself to the hilt in her hot wetness. He holds himself still within her, feeling her still pulsing gently around his shaft. Dragging in a long slow breath, he pulls out, till only he head of his cock remains in her. Breathing out on a moan he pushes back in. The long slow strokes of the machine agitation cycle begin again. 

Matching his pace and breathing to that of the machine, he drives in and out of his beautiful woman. The machine a controlling influence, he manages to last until the spin. The machine begins to rock wildly, the sheets in it tangled and off balance. Pushing her into him, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her. Her breasts bouncing as the machine jostles them harder. She gasps again at the increased motion, so close again to orgasm; she tries to hold back, her legs twined around his waist, holding him to her. He moans long and loud, his body shuddering and the sensation again overwhelms her, her orgasm comes in a crashing wave, the machine sustaining it for them both. 

Feeling storm-tossed but happy, the couple remains linked until the machine winds down to quiescence. 

Slipping from her body, he lifts her down, steadying her as she regains her balance. Ushering her towards the bathroom, he winks as he turns on the shower.



Washing Away the Pain



Sherry felt like crap and had been up most of the night coughing her head off. She was all stopped up and figured, with any luck, she would die so she could feel better. She wasn't sure if she imagined it or if someone had actually knocked on her bedroom door. Either way, she thought she heard someone say, "Come in," but wasn't sure it had been her.

Derrick walked in and just stared at his older sister. He made it to her bed and set the juice and medicine he had brought on the nightstand. 

Sherry felt him trying to get her to sit up, "No please, just let me die in peace."

Derrick wasn't taking no for an answer and soon had her in an upright position. He held her up with one hand and put the glass of juice to her lips with the other. He could feel her fever, she was burning up. He had urged her to go to the hospital but she flat out refused. He felt it was better to let her have her way and do what he could at home than to piss her off and have her try to go somewhere else. 

Sherry felt the glass at her lips and swallowed a few sips of the cool liquid. She sort of saw his hand put some pills to her mouth and she did her best to take them. When she managed to get them in her mouth there was more juice so she could swallow.

Derrick made his sister keep taking the juice, a little at a time, until the glass was empty. He finally laid her back down on the bed. "You get some rest, I've seen road kill in better shape."

Sherry started to laugh and her head exploded, "No, please don't make me laugh."

Derrick left but soon returned with a wet washrag and bathed her forehead and neck. He continued checking on his only sister throughout the day. He kept forcing juice into her and giving her medicine when it was time. He was also continuously applying a wet cloth to her head until, her fever finally broke. It was late in the afternoon and she could now sleep peacefully. 

The next day, Sherry woke as her brother knocked on her door again. This time she knew it was him and she was saying come in. She vaguely remembered him taking care of her the day before.

Derrick saw she was feeling better, "How ya doin?"

Sherry loved her younger brother. They were only two years apart. He was the only one she felt she could turn to when she had broken up with her husband, and as it turned out, she was right. When the rest of her family found out about her marriage ending, they all blamed her, never mind she had been used for a punching bag. None of the rest of them had even tried to understand, except her younger brother.

Of course, he had gone through the same family crap when he divorced his wife. Sherry had supported him then and now Derrick hadn't made her feel worse about her own marriage breaking down. 

"I'm starting to feel human again." She saw the look on his face; he had really been worried about her.

"I brought you some more juice and medicine. I also brought you some toast, in case you think you can eat something." He watched as she propped herself up and took the offered items. "I'm glad you're here, Sher." 

She giggled in spite of herself. She was 28 and he was 26 but he still called her the same name he had used when she was 12 and he was 10. "I'm grateful you wanted me, the rest of the family told me that I couldn't stay with them."

Derrick was sitting on the bed next to her. He raised his right arm and tried to sound like an Indian, "In the words of a wise old Indian, fuck them."

"Well..." she talked between bites of the toast, "...all I know is that it...was pouring down rain and...no one wanted me. You saw how sick I got...from getting soaked." She finished the toast and took the medicine. "I'll only be a bother for a few days."

"Have you thought about what you are going to do?"

Sherry softly sighed, "No."

Derrick stood up and carried the empty plate and glass to the door, "You lie back down and try to sleep. I'll be in to check on you later." 

Sherry just smiled at her little brother. He deserved better. Hell, for that matter, so did she. Exhausted both physically and mentally, she ended up crying herself to sleep. 

Derrick checked on her all day. He brought her some soup for lunch, and a little more medicine. 

Sherry watched her younger brother as she ate. She knew there was something on his mind so she just waited for him to find the right time to say whatever it was.

"You know Sher; you have a couple of options that you might not have thought of."

"Like what, little brother?"

"Well, you could stay here until you get back on your feet."

"Humph, that might take awhile."

Derrick shrugged his shoulders, "As long as you need."

"What's the second? You said there were a couple."

Derrick smiled, "You could just move in with me."

"I don't know..."

"You worried about what the family will say?"

Sherry got a wicked smile, raised her hand, and tried to sound like an Indian, "In the words of a wise old Indian, fuck them."

When she finished, he held his hand out to her, "Come on, you need to get up for awhile."

Sherry stared at his hand, "Why? If I die here, I won't have so far to fall."

"Come on."

She sighed and took his hand. He had to help her walk because she was still very weak. They stopped outside the bathroom. "What are we doing here?"

"You're going to take a hot bath. It will make you feel better." 

Actually, she thought that a hot bath sounded good. His arm supported her into the bathroom and she stumbled as he took it away. "I don't think I can. Maybe I should leave the door unlocked just in case."

Derrick nodded, "Great idea, I can come in after you've fallen and bashed your brains out. Why don't I help you into the tub?"

"I don't think so!"

He chuckled, "I've seen a naked woman before. As a matter of fact, I've seen you without your clothes on."

"We were kids, and you haven't seen this naked woman before!"

"You don't have anything that will surprise me."

Before she could even think, Sherry blurted out, "All right, you take your clothes off too and get in the tub with me." She was shocked at herself, why had she said that?

"Ah, Sher,...I don't know if that is a good idea."

Sherry got a smug look, "Why, you don't have anything that will surprise me."

"All right, if that's the only way for you to get in the tub, let's go."

Her smug look disappeared. She was sure he would say no and that would be the end of it. They had always been close but they had never thought of each other that way, except when they had both been kids and that didn't count. 

She let him help her further into the bathroom then stopped, "I need some privacy." She drew the line at having an audience for 'that'. She at least needed to relieve herself without any assistance. She couldn't believe she was going to do this anyway. 

She flushed the toilet a little while later, "O.K., you can come in now."

He came in and saw her standing there, still dressed in his pajamas, and thought she had changed her mind about the shared bath. He went to the tub and started the water, then made a big deal about getting towels and a washcloth. He even added some scented oil to the bath water, stuff his ex-wife had left.

Sherry was beaming at her brother. It was the first time since he was a kid that he was shy. While waiting for the water to be ready, she noticed her reflection in the mirror. She looked like crap. She had dark circles under her eyes, her skin was pale and her hair was plastered against her. 

They just stood and looked at each other, both feeling very awkward. She still felt woozy but when she staggered, the awkwardness was broken. Derrick reached for her so she wouldn't fall.

Sherry felt him start to take her clothes off, "I can do that."

He fussed at her, "You can barely stand up." 

She realized he only had her best interests at heart and stood there with her eyes closed. "This is kind of embarrassing, you know..." Using one hand on him for support, her top was soon on the floor. 

"Damn sis!"

Sherry turned beet red, why was he commenting on her breasts? Her eyes snapped open and she saw his hand reaching for her. He was going to touch her breasts! Wait, he wasn't looking at her breasts. Her eyes followed his hand as he touched one of the many bruises she had gotten from her soon to be ex-husband. Some she had gotten right before she left, and some she had gotten over time. 

Derrick looked his sister in the eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

She smiled in wonder at how easy he made her feel how much he cared, "It's okay; now." She marveled at how gentle he was trying to be, and how hard he was trying to make her not feel uncomfortable as he slid her pajama bottoms to the floor.

Derrick stood and took his own clothes off, "Well it won't happen again."

Sherry softly sighed and hoped he was right. She couldn't help looking at him, she was embarrassed but her eyes felt drawn to his cock. He wasn't turned on. She didn't know how she felt about that. With his clothes off, she let him lead her to the bathtub. She stood there while he got in first and then helped her in. 

With his help, she awkwardly sat down and was followed by him sitting behind her. "Mmm," she sighed. The hot water felt good. She felt his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back toward him. She scooted until her back touched his front. His arms surrounded her she laid her head back against his chest. 

It felt wonderful. His arms went around her but didn't touch her breasts but just below them and he held her. She wondered if he wanted to touch her more, but not as a brother. She absently toyed with the idea of them being close like that.

"Sher, you want to turn the water off?"

She sat up and reached over and stopped the water, then leaned back against her brother. The scented hot water made her muscles relax and helped her head clear. The truth was much worse than her brother realized. She not only had bruises but had received broken bones. Her husband always said he was sorry and she took him back. This last time was different, though. She knew in her heart that if she didn't get out, he would kill her.

Sherry felt odd. The medicine her brother had given her made it hard to think. What was different? She was still in the tub and his arms were still around her. She mumbled, "When did the water get cold?"

Derrick chuckled, "About 15 minutes after you fell asleep and that was about an hour ago."

She looked down at her nipples still in the cold water, they were almost purple and standing out from her breasts a full inch. She turned over to get out and there not more than a foot away was her brother's soft cock still in the cold water. "I don't think this part of your body likes cold water." 

She stood up and waited for him. She felt much better now but didn't want to take any chances. He stepped out and then extended his hand. She held onto him as she got out of the tub. Instinctively, she could feel the love, just from his touch.

Sherry stood there as he took a towel and dried her off. She knew she should still be embarrassed, but she wasn't. She couldn't remember the last time she had been pampered like this. 

Derrick was surprised that his sister hadn't told him she would dry herself off. He made sure there were no wet areas missed, especially her hair. It wouldn't do for her to get sicker, especially since he hadn't planned on their staying in the water until it got cold. As he moved the towel over her body, he couldn't help but stare at her large breasts, especially as the nipples still stood out. He couldn't stand it, he had to touch them.

Sherry sucked in her breath as she felt his fingers rake across her nipples. 

"Sorry, it was an accident."

"Uh huh," she didn't care, it felt good.

After she was dry, Derrick started to dry himself off and the towel was taken from him.

"Nope, it's my turn." She was still a little wobbly and used one hand on him for support. She was impressed. She hadn't realized her brother had muscles like he did. She smiled at his reaction as she ran her fingers along his soft cock. "Sorry, it was an accident."

They got dressed, him in his clothes and her in clean pajamas he brought her. Then it was off to bed for her again. Sherry enjoyed letting him fuss over her. 

He let her sleep until supper and then brought in her very favorite food, pizza. It did wonders for her. She was feeling better anyway but, as everyone knows, there isn't anything pizza can't fix. They watched some T.V. as they ate. 

Sherry watched her brother's face without him knowing it. They were saying very little and she could read how much he still worried about her. Why couldn't life work out like a television show with all of the problems fixed in an hour?

The next morning, Derrick went to the front door when it was almost beat off of the hinges. There was Sherry's soon to be ex-husband. 

He was blocked from coming in, "I want to see the bitch."

"I'm sorry, there isn't a bitch here."

"I know my fucking wife is here!"

"I'm sorry, you're fucking wife isn't here either."

"Look..."

Derrick just shook his head, "Does it take a brick to fall on you, dumb ass? When you get a civil tongue in your mouth, let me know."

"I would like to see Sherry."

"That's better, come in."

Derrick led him to her bedroom. He knocked on the door, "Someone to see you." He only opened it when Sherry invited him in 

Sherry watched as her brother and husband came in. Derrick turned to leave and her husband started to close the door, but was stopped by her brother.

"The door stays open."

"Now look, you son-"

Derrick grabbed him and pushed him into the wall. "Watch your mouth or get out." Derrick started to leave again then turned back around, "Oh yeah, you lay one finger on her and I will put you in the hospital." Derrick looked her husband right in the eye, "Do you understand? I mean it, you hit her and I hit you." Then he left.

Sherry was forced to see her husband for the coward he was. Even with her brother gone, her husband didn't come any closer than 3 feet, and he never raised his voice or cussed at her. If he had been a gentle person all the time, she would have cared less about all of that, but he was a bully with the only person he could beat up being her. She realized she hadn't been in love with him for some time and was only trying to save her marriage.

When her husband left, he knew it was over and he only had himself to blame. When she was certain he was actually gone, she called for her brother."

Derrick poked his head in her room, "Yeah Sher?"

"I need a shower, but I'm going to need your help again." She couldn't help but giggle at the look on his face. She got out of bed and took her brother's arm as they walked to the bathroom. 

She watched him adjusting the water temperature and her mind drifted what had happened to her over the last few days. As he finished, he came to where she was standing, "Do you need me to help you take off with your clothes again?"

Sherry smiled, "Yes, but not just yet." She grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head. She took a second to admire his muscles again as she fumbled with his belt. When he reached in to help, she smacked his hand away. The stubborn belt soon realized it had met its match. She bent and pulled his jeans and underwear down, lightly rubbed his soft cock as she did. 

Sherry wasn't as modest this time as she stood to allow him to take off her clothes. She smiled to herself. She had caught him off guard. He was undressing her but this time she could tell the difference. Before he had been gentle when he undressed her, now he was a little jerky. She glanced down and was pleased to see he had started to get hard. He was probably worried about what she would think at his being turned on by her.

When their clothes were a pile on the floor, he led her by the hand and helped her into the tub again. He got in behind and positioned her so the hot spray landed on her head. 

She closed her eyes as her hair got wet, then felt him rubbing shampoo in. "Um, I could get used to this." For some reason the nudity thing wasn't so embarrassing anymore. She could feel his cock banging into her legs as he washed her hair. Her hair was rinsed and then shampooed again. She could tell he was being as careful as he could so he wouldn't pull as his fingers gently scrubbed her hair. It felt wonderful. 

Derrick couldn't believe how lush her hair felt. He could have done this all day. After another rinse, he got the soap and lathered her back. He couldn't help himself and he lingered on her butt, his hands digging into both cheeks. He made his way slowly to one luxurious thigh and then the other. He massaged her lower legs as he washed them, then he raised back up.

Sherry loved this and wasn't so sure the heat she felt was from the water. When she felt him hesitate to do her front she turned to face him, "Don't stop now, little brother." She snuck a glimpse down and saw that rubbing against her had made him rock hard. 

Derrick soaped her arms then let his hands roam over her breasts. He kept waiting for her to tell him to stop. He got bolder when she didn't. 

Sherry bit her lip as his fingers brushed her nipples. She had never been the center of a man's desire. She always thought her husband was having sex with her just to get himself off and he could have cared less about what she wanted. 

Derrick ran his soapy hands over her smooth skin, feeling her nipples grow as his fingers played. His hands roamed down her stomach and when he touched her pubic hair he felt her shudder. At the same time he felt her hand wrap around his cock. Making sure the soap was off of his hand, he ran his finger between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly to have access to her sensitive flesh.

A moan escaped her as she felt him tease her. Sherry had ached to be touched this way. She had never thought of her brother as the one to give her this, but she had fantasized about making love like this, where each touch was meant to bring her higher, get her hotter.

She stroked him and rubbed his cockhead against her skin. It felt good. It felt natural. She had waited for so long, her whole marriage in fact. She had never refused her husband anything and he never even once touched her this way. Sherry didn't say a word, she simply let go of his cock, turned away, bent over and put her hands on the wall, the hot water spraying her back. 

Derrick could feel the heat from her pussy as his fingers played between her legs. Thankfully, the soap wasn't necessary for his finger to slide inside of her. He had been worried about that. He didn't want the soap to sting her. When she turned and bent over Derrick swallowed, hard. He knew Sherry had never thought of him that way but now she wanted him. He had always loved her, but not that way, but his being hard said differently.

Positioning himself behind her, he used one of his hands to guide his stiff cock to her pussy. He could feel the heat of her body as he slid inside of her. 

Sherry knew they shouldn't be doing this. They were brother and sister for Pete's sake! However, even as her mind spoke of this her body hungrily accepted him in. Sherry was so wet and her body wanted him so bad, she felt him penetrate inside of her easily. She ground her hips to get him in deeper, there were no more little voices telling her to stop.

Damn, she was tight! Even at 28, Derrick was impressed with how electrifying his sister's body felt. He kept his cock buried in her for a few minutes, not moving. 

Sherry had never felt a man in her like this. She turned her head and saw the look on his face. Her brother wasn't keeping himself deep inside of her just because it felt good. His look was more of contentment. She had to admit that she felt the same way. When had these feelings started between them, how long had they been there? Why had they never known it before now?