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Wish

By: rachelg



 (C) 2006 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. I welcome feedback, and try my best to reply to it all. You can e-mail me at the address in my profile.

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Leaning out of the bedroom window, Maria savoured the feel of the ocean's cool breeze against her skin, offsetting the sun's relentless heat. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath of fresh sea air, absorbed in the sound of seagulls and waves crashing against pebbles. Feeling refreshed, she turned back towards the bedroom.

"Having fun?" She smiled sweetly as she looked down at her helpless captive, Susan. She was squirming around on the freshly made bed's soft duvet for all she was worth, getting herself worked up into a frenzy again. Dressed only in a white string bikini that Maria had picked out for her, she looked hopelessly vulnerable, only a few gentle tugs away from being completely naked. The sight of her alternating between pressing her lightly freckled body against the bed and writhing around, a pleading look in her eyes, was a potent aphrodisiac.

Susan's wrists and ankles were encased in cuffs that were joined to a single short chain behind her back using four padlocks. The hogtie forced her to arch her back, as if she was proudly displaying her body for her lover. Her luscious lips were wrapped around a bright pink ball gag held in place by a padlocked head harness. Her ginger hair was tied in pigtails, partly because of the harness, and partly so it didn't get in the way, but mainly because Maria thought it made her look irresistibly cute. Small puddles of drool had already formed on the various parts of the duvet where she had managed to hold her head up or rest it face-down.

Squinting as she looked up into the harsh sunlight, Susan cried out a muffled protest, a whine that turned into frustrated sobbing, drowning out the noise of the waves outside. Maria felt her labia tingling with arousal.

Sitting down on the bed next to her helpless captive, Maria took off her spaghetti top, unzipped her boots and slid off her miniskirt, leaving only her underwear - a sheer bra, thong, suspenders and stockings.

Maria lay down on the bed next to Susan, inhaling deeply again, this time to take in the scent of her lover's arousal. "You don't mind me joining you, do you?" Susan let out another half-whine, half-sob. "It's just you look so tempting like that, you're getting me hot." Maria started to caress her own body, leaving Susan alone. She slid her hands up and down herself until caressing turned into groping, squeezing her breasts and clasping her crotch.

Maria glanced at her lover. "Want a hand?" She idly caressed Susan's body, starting at her navel and ending with the gentle tickling of a nipple, its outline visible through the tight fitting triangle of spandex.

Susan nodded frantically, humming loudly through her gag.

"Oh, that's right." Maria switched to Susan's other nipple, gently caressing it. "You said you wanted to be tied and teased, didn't you? Are you sure I can't change your mind?"

Susan nodded frantically as she squirmed around, awkwardly inching herself closer to her lover. She tried to convey how frustrated she was, but although her muffled whining made her burning desire clear enough, Maria was still playing dumb.

"I guess not." Maria withdrew her hand. "After all, you were pretty specific about me not caving in and untying you no matter how frustrated you looked. And you do look pretty frustrated." She started to caress her own labia, enjoying the sensation. "I'll just have some fun by myself then, hon. Try not to distract me, OK?"

Maria pulled her thong to one side, revealing her freshly trimmed mons venus as she savoured the feel of the fabric stretching tightly against her groin. She licked her finger before plunging it deeply inside herself, exploring her most intimate region. She slid her finger out and in again, slowly building up a steady rhythm. It was no use, though - Susan had managed to crawl up to her, and had started nuzzling her cheek with her own. Sighing, Maria withdrew her finger, licked it clean, and slid off the bed.

"I warned you," said Maria sternly. Susan looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes and whined pathetically, but it was too late. The damage had been done; Maria's flow had been disturbed. Walking over to their blanket box, she retrieved a pair of nipple clamps, knowing how much Susan disliked them.

Susan's eyes widened in horror as she saw Maria approaching her with the clamps. She shook her head frantically, humming short bursts of protest one after the other.

"You should have thought of that before nuzzling up to me." Maria untied Susan's bikini top, watching it slowly make its way onto the duvet as Susan writhed around, trying to wriggle away. She savoured the sight of her squirming lover for a while, partly to increase Susan's fear while she put off the inevitable, but mainly because she was getting her arousal back, watching her lover's breasts swaying back and forth.

Finally tired of watching her lover squirming, Maria applied the clamps. She carefully pinched a nipple before gently releasing her grip on the clamp, then repeated the process, watching each clamp fasten around her lover's naked, helpless areolae. Susan practically screamed into her gag. Maria had never seen her so alive. She playfully tugged at the chain connecting the two clamps before letting it fall onto her lover's chest.

"If you can calm down long enough to let me pleausre myself in peace, I'll take those nipple clamps off you once I've finished." Maria watched her lover control herself with great effort, her breathing gradually slowing down until her breasts were proudly thrust forwards with each deep breath. "That's better." Maria affectionately cupped one of Susan's breasts in her hand, and when she finally withdrew it, Susan only let out a faint whimper.

This time, Maria wasn't interrupted. She slowly built her rhythm back up, taking her time. Looking at her helpless captive for inspiration, she started to rub her clit. She moved her finger slowly at first, in gentle little strokes, soon building up her pace until her hand was a blur, and her breathing became short and erratic. Finally, she reached a loud and satisfying orgasm.

After lying down contentedly for a minute, Maria jumped back off the bed and put her clothes back on before turning around to glance down once more at her lover. She firmly groped Susan's breasts with both hands, savouring their feel before gently releasing her nipples from the clamps. Susan briefly gasped in pain, or perhaps intense relief.

"I'm going to watch TV for a bit now, hon." Maria strolled across the room to the door.

Susan squirmed around frantically, making desperate muffled protests as she tried to turn around and face her lover.

"Oh, you want to have some fun too?" asked Maria innocently. Susan nodded. Maria put the clamps back in the blanket box, and after a bit of rummaging around, walked back over to her captive. "Here you go." She threw one of Susan's vibrators onto the bed next to her. "If you try hard enough, you might even manage to use it for a while before I come back in half an hour or so."

Susan tried to protest again, but she squirmed towards the vibrator, showing Maria what she really wanted.

"Actually, make that about an hour," decided Maria. She ignored her lover's pleading moans as she strolled out of the room. 

Wish



Holy Hanna! I haven't been on here in a few, anyway, another non sexy story. Next story will contain all sorts of that stuff. 

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So, here I am on my way to a yard sale on a windy day in May. A teenage girl on a bike decides she just doesn't have to energy to go around me. I hear a faint 'I'm sorry', like it was whispered on the wind. I would smile, but I wince.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I overreact by screaming like a girl.

"You ok?" My sister asks, mockingly.

"God-damn-it! Since when is it ok to let kids ride bikes over people?" I'm not angry, just annoyed, at the blatant disregard of my presence on the sidewalk.

"You big girl, it's your fault that you stopped her with you shoulder." Reminders are nice of whose fault it wasn't.

"Ok, so my cat like reflexes aren't up to par this morning." I tell her as I make a "Bruce Lee" pose.

"Just don't try to embarrass yourself any more, ok?" Sarcasm when I was hoping for sympathy, for my poorly done pose, not the pain I am still feeling.

"Let's get what you wanted to get and jet." I want to sound stern, but I don't. We continue walking.

"Jet? Do people really say that anymore?" More jokes from her, she isn't the only one that could give it as well as she gets.

"I do, that's all that matters." I say as we walk up the sidewalk farther away from her car.

"Doris has the biggest and the best yard sale every year. I just don't want you getting us kicked off her property." She tells me with a hint of seriousness.

"That will never happen and we both know it, no matter how bad I act or screw up." I am confident, as we make our way up the block towards the gathering of people looking over another person's things that they don't want and figured that if someone else wants it so bad they can pay one dollar for it. The house we walk up to is old, huge and scary. My sister and I used to live three blocks from this house where Doris Lieberman still lives. She was old when we were kids and she is still old. When I was growing up I used to hear the neighborhood kids saying Mrs. Lieberman was a witch, a vampire, a alien, or a ghost. I used to believe she was all of these. Then my grandmother, Kathy moved in with us when our grandfather died when I was ten and my sister was seven. My grandmother became Doris's best friend and eventually moved in with her. They were a pair. Visits to grandma became adventures in time. We grew up hearing about their husbands and how good looking my sister and I were becoming. The day my grandmother died was sad for not for just our family, but Doris as well. We have always considered Doris a member of our family ever since.

My sister, Lucy is twenty five now and she is a loan officer at the local bank here in Greentown, Georgia. It's one of those not too big, not to small towns. We are what the smaller towns refer to as being one step from being as big as the capital. Our father divorced our mother five years ago and lives with his new wife in Florida. Our mother still lives in this town, she has remained single, but she has told us she has a few men in waiting. My sister said they are internet fuck buddies. Something I wished I didn't have to hear or picture. I really thought things would have been different with my father should be the one trolling the internet for pussy and my mother should be married again. It's strange how things work out.

Then there's me, Alan Scott, I am twenty eight, about six foot tall, brown hair, blue sort of hazel eyes, I keep in shape, just not good shape. I am a writer and have written three New York Times best sellers. I have written that series about superheroes from yester-year coping with today's society. I write under the pen name of Lewis Lane, it's my little in joke. I never thought my book would take off like it has. People have referred to it as a "Harry Potter with super powers, adventure through time, and a fun tale." It pays my bills and lets me work my own schedule. I have also been investing wisely, just in case. I have never made a pubic appearance or had my picture put on the back of my books. Not because I like my privacy, but because I to screw with people. No, seriously, I like my privacy.

The house we approach is one of those three story numbers that looks like that one house from the movie 'Psycho' and I think it's been around for a hundred years. There's a iron gate that opens up to the brick walk leading to the front porch. Right now, it looks like one of those yards you see that you think is a yard sale and it's not. You realize that there is so much lawn decoration, you would think there should be a limit to how many wooden silhouettes of the guy leaning against something , the woman bending over to garden, or pink flamingos you could display. In this case, it really is a yard sale. As my sister and I make our way through the gathering crowd, and we are soon recognized.

"Oh my, there you are." As Doris makes her way slowly towards us as we are making our way to her.

"Lady, you know why I am here, just show me the goods." I say as I lean in to give her a heartfelt hug and peck on the cheek.

"Honey, my goods haven't been shown to anyone in years, but if you really want to see, come back later tonight." She laughs as she reluctantly lets go of me, to give my sister a hug.

"I have to apologize for Alan, he just broke up with his girlfriend about three months ago and he's a little desperate." As my sister is hugging Doris.

"It's ok, I haven't flirted since last time I was asked to show my goods. Trust me it's been more than few years." She smiles and lets go of my sister to take my arm. She guides me up the old brick walk, with my sister following. Now I start to feel the other reason my sister talking me into coming here. Doris is in very good shape for being some where in her sixties, I think she's in her sixties, I really can't tell. She's doesn't seem to have aged a day since that day I met her. Standing at five foot five with light brown hair, golden brown eyes, and a dimpled smile. She had to be a heart-breaker in her early years. She has a voice that makes her sound 30 years younger,

"Alan I was wondering if you and your sister would help me run things here? I will give you, your pick of whatever you want." She tells us, with a smile.

"I would really love to help, but I have plans at three." I quickly and quietly say with my head hanging down. I don't have plans at three, it's ten thirty now.

"My grandkids, you remember Sam and Sarah? Well, they were supposed to help me today, but their flight was canceled due to bad weather. It would help me out a lot. Please, don't make a old woman beg." She sounds pleading, still smiling.

"Oh come on big brother. There's a damsel in distress and you aren't going to help? What happened to the heroic nature of yours?" She says smiling me and jabbing me in the ribs.

"My heroic nature died the day I realized that Santa isn't real." I laugh.

"Saying things like that puts you on the naughty list, you know." Doris tells me smiling.

Lucy and Doris stare at me, waiting. It's like they know I don't have plans. I have a feeling my loving sister volunteered me to help. I was never asked, it would have been nice to be asked. Lucy had time to ask. When she picked me up from the airport on Thursday, she had time to ask. That same night I got in, I stayed the night at her house, she had time to ask. Last night when we went to the bar with my old friends from the area to meet with hers, she had time to ask. I better give them the answer they want to hear.

"Ok, I'm in, I will just call my people and let them know I can't make it today." I say with a smile, trying to win back some of that lost heroism.

"Good, we will have a great time I promise, there are lots of single women that come to these things, plus I have a cellar full of wine." She smiles at me, as pulls me toward what looks like her table with three chairs and one of those huge patio umbrellas. This looks like where the haggling is to be done.

"Really? Think you pop one of them bottles open?" My sister ask, nonchalantly. She's trying not to sound interested in the wine, but she really is.

"There's a few bottles and glasses under the table." Doris points.

"Mind if I wander around?" I ask as Lucy and Doris sit down and pull out the glasses. They look like they are ready to do business or drink themselves blind. Either way, they are ready.

"Sure, darling, pick something good before it's gone." Doris pulls the cork from the bottle and pours three glasses. Yes, they are starting, very early.

Waving off the wine for later, I walk around. It's a trip down memory lane. All the stuff that used to belong to Doris's first husband is here. The war stuff that used to hang on the walls of her house.

"Pick me."

I hear the most wondrous, womanly voice whisper on the wind that tickles at my ears, from the east. I turn as fast as I can to see where that beautiful voice came from, just to see no one there. I decide to walk towards the direction I think I heard the voice come from. I stand next to a table with knick-knacks and various types of swords. I remember those swords hanging from various walls through out the house. Samurai swords, broadswords, knives, and shields. Doris's second husband James, was a collector of weapons and such. I always wanted to play with them when I was a kid. I think about grabbing a few of them now, but I see something I have never seen before. A old train lantern. It's dusty, rusty, and green. I laugh to myself about a comic book character I used to read about. I pick it up without thinking, then I turn it around, upside down, and back to upright. It's got nicks and dings. It looks well used. I remember my father telling about railroad and trains. His geek obsession was trains. Go figured.

I walk towards the table where my sister and Doris are getting drunk. I totally forget that I have the train lantern by the handle, in my hand.

"I see you found something, stud." Doris says, laughingly.

"Yeah, I guess. It sort of called out to me. I never saw this sitting anywhere in your house, where you been hiding it?" I am still confused about why I haven't let it go. I see my sister haggling with a woman about the price of some candle holders. I thought I hear Lucy say fifteen. I could be wrong.

"I had it in the basement locked in that old safe. I thought it was time to get rid of the damn thing." As, Doris rolls her eyes and hands me my glass. I take my drink from it as I set the lantern on the table. The rest of the day isn't as eventful. The wind starts to become still and soon there's not a cloud in the sky, but it's still cool. Sure we were buzzing by the end of the day, but Doris made a crap ton of money. Lucy and I helped pick up the yard and moved everything into the garage. Doris offered me a spare room for the night, which was cool, and I took her up on it. My sister is taking home a few of Doris's old throw rugs, very nice ones too. I should know I helped my sister load them into her car. Doris is on the phone by eight calling up a few friends and family for a small get together. I saw a few cousins I haven't seen since I left for New York. Yeah, that's where I moved too, with nothing, but a dream, a final draft of my first novel, and over twenty thousand dollars that Doris gave me. I paid her back when I finally got published. Yeah, I didn't ask where she got it and she also told me not to ask. I assumed it was her first husband, Harold's pension from the army. He was a major when he was done serving his tour, then he joined the C.I.A. I assume they had a nice little nest egg. As the night wears on, Lucy and a few of her friends and our cousins decide hit the local bar, by eleven. As everyone left, Doris offers up the rest of the house for anyone who shouldn't be driving and makes everyone promise to stay the night. If they do and she tells them she will cook up breakfast in the morning for everyone. Everyone agrees, since Doris is an awesome cook. They all walk to that bar, since it's only four blocks away. I am not much for the bar scene two nights in a row. Trust me, they tried their damnest to get me to go. I said next time I will go and the first round would be on me. I stay so Doris and I catch up with each other.

"You still haven't told Lucy about your writing, huh?" Doris asks me reclining in her big chair with a glass of wine. We are in the living room of her house. It's huge, with old furniture. I see she moved the TV above the fireplace, on the mantle. She takes amazing care of her house.

"Yeah, I told her the last time I visited." I say sitting on the couch with a glass of wine.

"What did she think about that?" She asks.

"Well, by that time she had bought the first two and read them. She didn't believe me until I showed her the prototype copy for the third book. She was going out of her mind by that point, but said she would keep the secret." I said taking the final sip, finishing the glass.

"I'm guessing she doesn't know about the money you borrowed from me?" She asks as she rises and finishes her glass.

"Nope, she doesn't know, only we do." I rise as she walks up to me and takes my glass from me.

"Another glass?" She asks with a sparkle in her eye.

"Yes, please. You want to know another secret?" I ask as I follow her to the kitchen.

"What's that?" She asks as she pulls out another bottle and uncorks it.

"I have finished the forth book." I tell her.

"What? I thought you said it was a trilogy?" She pours and refills both of our glasses.

"Well, it's a prequel to the trilogy, giving more back story and such." I pick up my glass and take a drink.

She walks into the living room with the bottle and her glass. I follow.

"That's really interesting, but I have a question for you." She slurs as she sits on the couch and puts the bottle down on the stand.

"What's that?" I sit on the other end of the couch and take a large drink.

"We could do something, then we would have another secret to keep." She's gazing at me dreamily, I think.

"Like what?" I am blushing with fear. Oh my god is she going to say what I think she's going to say?

"Like sex." She guzzles down her glass, finishes it, then picks up the bottle, as she slides towards me. I am speechless. I think of her like family and never even had those kind of thoughts about her. By the way, that's not what I thought she was going to say. I thought she wanted to hook me up with her granddaughter, who just turned eighteen.

"Doris, my dear, I think you have had too much wine." I notice she is drunk. Now, I noticed? What a moron I am.

"I'm not as drunk as you think I am." Doris's head then falls squarely in my lap, while she was in mid-slide. I think she passed out. I lift her arm that has by now dropped the bottle of the wine to the floor with a mild bump. I let go of her arm drops quickly as if it was in Saturn's gravity. With a heavy sigh I move around as not to wake her. She has a great body for a sixty year old woman, I think she's sixty one, I can't remember. There is no way she can be older, heck I almost swear she had the body of a twenty one year old model. I manage to move out from underneath her without waking her. It involved me literally scooting my ass down the floor and lift her up. I end up sitting on the floor, I pick my glass up, that I had put down to move and finish the glass. I stand up and without thinking I pick Doris up and carry her up the stairs to her room, I lay her down, and flip on the light. I remove her shoes and place her in bed. No fuss. I cover with a blanket and switch off the light. I walk down stairs clean up and when I am done I look at the clock. One o'clock. The big standing clock chimes as if it has a voice of it's own. I make my way up stairs, to the room Doris gave me. I switch on the light and see that lantern sitting there on the chair. I get ready for bed and all the time I feel that someone is watching me. I strip down to my boxers and tuck myself in bed. I stop as I am about to turn off the light, I look at the lantern, and turn off.

"Sweet dreams."

I hear that heavenly whisper again, like the an angel, or beyond that. I smile and quickly fall asleep.

That following morning I wake up to the smell of bacon, eggs, French toast, and pork sausage. There must be a crap ton of food to make that amazing smell so strong. I stand up and with out thinking I walk towards the door and open it to see Lucy standing there, in mid-knock. She stares into my face for a second and scans my body up and down. I notice one of my sisters friends standing next to her doing the same thing. I think her name is Jane. I break the awkward silence.

"Hey, did you guys crash here to last night, cause if you did I didn't hear any of you come in."

"Yeah, bro, we did, and Doris is down stairs cooking for an army." She smiles nervously.

"There is a lot of food, and hot coffee." Jane adds.

"Yeah, I will be down in a few." I say as I shut the door. Lucy stops me.

"By the way, I don't think Jane would mind if you came down in what you are wearing." She tells me with a wink as she finally lets me close the door. I dress quickly in the jeans and shirt I was wearing yesterday. I don't bother with socks or my shoes. I open my door this time happy to see no one there to greet me. I make my way down stairs to the huge dinning room where there have to be thirteen people eating and talking. I get looks from my sister, Jane, and Doris. As I see Doris she makes eye contact with me and motions me into the kitchen.

"What's up?" I ask when I walk into the kitchen and spy a plate of bacon.

"About last night, I want to say I'm sorry, and to tell you thank you." She says with a nervous smile.

"Doris, I consider you family and I would never take advantage of you. We can just forget about what happened last night." I say as I swipe a piece of bacon.

"I can't believe I threw myself at you, I was acting like a girl over half my age, it's been so long since I have sex or a boyfriend, since Jared passed away. I know we flirt and play around all in fun. I feel so bad, cause I too, consider you family. I just....I just want everything to be ok between us." She almost sobs.

"Doris, it's fine, I promise." I say as I step towards her for a hug, which she accepts.

"Oh, one more thing. Your sister and her friend were talking about you earlier." Doris says with a smile, a wink, trying to dry up her tears, and reluctantly lets go.

"Yeah, they saw me in nothing, but my boxers." I am nonchalant as I reach for another piece of bacon. I smile, grab a plate, some silverware, and pile on the food. She just shakes her head laughingly as if she can't believe what I just said. I make my way out to the dining room.

Breakfast goes by quickly. We all talk, mostly catching up, then at some point the planning begins. The family reunion is being planned and Doris offers her place, as she does every year. I am starting think it's an excuse to get everyone together, tell the same stories about family members, and get drunk. I excuse myself and take care of my plate. My phone buzzes in my pocket. It's my mother. She left for the weekend with some guy she met on one of those online dating sites. They went to Florida. I can't get over it. I answer my phone.

"Hi mom." I say sheepishly as I make my way through the front door, and out on to the porch.

"How's everyone there Alan? How did the yard sale go? How's Doris?" She asks as I remove a pack of smokes from my pants pocket. Eight left and a lighter is what I find when I open the pack.

"Fine. Good, she made over a thousand dollars. She's great." I tell her. I pull a cigarette out put into my mouth.

"Have you quit smoking yet, Alan?" Sternly asking. I light it and take a deep puff.

"Nope. Have you gotten tired of finding jerks on those dating sites?" I mockingly ask, as I put the smashed pack back into my pocket.




Wish



"So, is that the deal? I stop dating from internet sites and you quit smoking?" She jokes back.

"Yeah, but I have cut back. Have you?" I am thankful my mother and I have the same sense of humor.

"Actually I have, Steve, that's his name by the way, the guy I am with, have dated for three weeks now. How many cigarettes are you down to?" She can banter with the best of them.

"Two to three a day." I say as Jane joins me on the porch sees me on the phone and gestures for a smoke.

"That's good, Al, so I guess we are both making progress." My mom is great. I throw Jane the pack.

"So, mom, I am glad to hear you are having a great time in Miami." I smile. Jane takes one out and lights it.

"Yes, I am thank you for asking. The reason I was calling is that your sister called me and asked me if you have a modesty problem. What is that about?" She knows what it's about.

"Well, mom I forgot that Doris told everyone if that got too drunk, that they could stay the night. I thought I would sneak to the shower, while she was cooking. I open the door and there standing is Lucy and Jane." I explain as I take another hit of my smoke.

"Did Jane enjoy the show?" She laughs.

"Not sure, I didn't think to ask." I say as I exhale.

"Anyway, I thought I would take a quick minute and call you, since I am not there to see you on your visit." She tells me.

"Thanks mom and sorry you aren't here to see a cool train lantern that I got for free. Oh yeah, for free." I try to be smug.

"Cool. Well, I gotta go. I love you and I hope I can come out to New York to see you soon, take care, Alan." She seems sad.

"Bye, take care, and I hope you can. Love you." I'm sorry I can't give her a hug.

"Love you, too." She says as she hangs up.

I turn towards Jane hoping to start a conversation, but she is on the phone with someone. I ignore her conversation and return inside after getting rid of my cigarette butt. I find my sister and remind her that I need to be at the airport at 3 to catch my flight at 4. I like to be early. So, I ride with my sister to her house. When I get there I take a shower, change my clothes, and call to check my flight to see if its under any delays. Nope. I ask about any bad weather from the east. There has been none for the past three days. Doris told us a fib. I proceed to tell Lucy. She just laughs and tells me that it was a total setup, cause Doris thought I would have said no. I laugh, I tell her I forgot my lantern at Doris's, and I have to say goodbye to her anyway. We leave and stop by on the way, before dropping me off at the airport. I say my goodbyes to Doris and what's left of any family and friends still over there. I grab my lantern, and I stop as I think I hear that whisper again.

"Thank you for not forgetting me."

I must be losing my mind. That what it is. I get to the airport on time and I make my flight. I won't bore you with the details, but there was small problem getting on the plane with my lantern. I claimed it as carry-on and they wanted to put it in with the rest of the luggage. After some debate, I bought another backpack from a store in the terminal, and put the lantern in it. I went back through customs and they said I was good to go. So, after a five hour flight and a two hour car drive I make it home. Just before one thirty. Awesome. I wake up to my alarm at eight a.m. I get up change into my shorts, a Superman t-shirt, a pair of socks, and my running shoes. I run down the stairs to the first floor of my building. I jog my six miles. Talk to a couple of my friends about my weekend. My quickly thoughts turn to my newly acquired lantern. I get back to my building. Another secret I have, I own the building I live in. Sure it took all the money my second book made to buy it, but it's slowly paying for it's self. I let the original landlord, Kyle Knox handle all the book keeping and tenants. I have known Mr. Knox since I moved to New York, he was a honest man who gave me a break when I needed it. To pay him back I bought the building and kept him in charge. No one else in the building knows this and that's the way I want to keep it. I stop by Mr. Knox's apartment on the way to mine, it's near the stairs and I take the stairs before and after my jog. I knock lightly. I hear steps up to the door. Small feet and a little bit of a shuffle to them.

"Oh Alan, how are you, please come in. You just get done with your run?" Alice Knox asks after she opens the door and sees it's me.

"Mrs. Knox I just wanted to check in with your husband and ask him a question or three." I say with a smile. Alice reminds me of my grandmother and Kyle my grandfather. They have a nice set of grandchildren and all their children are all married. Three daughters and they all visit once a week, each. Kyle comes from the bathroom as I am walking into the apartment.

"Good to see you Alan, what brings you by? If you came for your cut of the money, you came too early this month." He laughs and shakes my hand as he gives me a half hug and a strong pat on the back.

"I wanted to ask you about train lanterns." I say quickly after returning his hand shake, hug, and pat.

"Really? What kind?" He asks, adjusting his glasses.

"You want some water Alan?" Alice asks.

"Sure, and no I don't know what kind, do you have a book or something maybe I can show you." I say.

"Well, I have the internet, will that work?" He says as I am handed a bottle of water. I am starting to think they keep bottled water here just for me.

"Thanks, Mrs. Knox." I say as I open it.

"Your welcome, Alan. Now I will leave you boys to whatever it is you boys are doing." She says as Mr. Knox and I travel to his computer room.

He types in train lanterns in Yahoo search. After about a half an hour of searching we find it. On Ebay we find this: Antique English Railroad Lantern Lamp Wakefield in the heading and a picture.

"That's it, sort of." I exclaim.

"Yeah, that's an old one, and you say you have one like this?" Kyle asks.

"Yeah, I got it a garage sale, for helping out a friend of our family." I say staring at the picture.

"You got lucky son, that one's over five hundred dollars." He tells me smiling.

"I want to repair it. Not working condition, but make it look like new." I cut to the chase.

"That would lower the price considerably, but if that's what you want to do, I say do it." Kyle tells me with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"So can you do me a favor and search for sites that show how to repair those yourself. Then email me those sites, if you could, please." I ask. I know I can do it myself, but I want him to feel like he's helping me, which he has.

"Sure, Alan, I can do that. Just show me the finished product when your done." He smiles.

"Oh I will. I promise. I better go get changed, I'll check my email later." I say as I get up and make my way for the door out.

Kyle shakes my hand and does the hug thing again and Alice gives me a hug. I regret I didn't take a shower before now. Once I leave, I go up the four flights of stairs to my apartment. Yeah I could have taken one on the ground floor, but this one is twice the size. For some reason every four floors has a large apartment like Kyle's on the first floor. The building is only twelve stories tall.

I get in to my apartment and go right for the shower. I start it and get in, I don't stay long. I hear that voice again, that mysterious heavenly voice, singing. God, I must be losing it. Really just out of my mind. I am thinking it's time to call a shrink. I get out and grab a towel and proceed my room to dress. I check my email and there are a list of sites from Kyle. I see a list of parts and supplies and where to get them. Wow, he really went through all the trouble, in such a short time. I'm lucky all the original metal just needs a gentle bending and pounding, just from looking at it. It takes me a few days to do and I show Kyle my progress. He offers to help, but I tell him thank you and he's already helped me enough. A few days later I strip the paint off it and find some words etched into the metal. I can't read the language. So, I look it up online and find it's Chinese. It's seems to be the name of the man who built the lantern. I look him up on the internet too, and find that he was part of the work force that helped build the railroads during the late eighteen hundreds. I tell Kyle, he takes a look at it, and tells me that it's not uncommon for people to label their stuff. I do a little more work on it, before I paint the lantern. I am happy I am able to find a paint that matches the original color at a little mom and pop hobby store, in the middle of Hoboken. I paint it the original green color, that I assume it had on it. While it dries, I turn in my rough draft for my forth book before my publisher asks, that same day. He is ecstatic. He tells me he can't wait for his secretary to read it to tell him if it's any good. She tells me she can't wait to read it. I also tell him I will start work on a fifth book in case my lucky streak lasts. All the work on the lantern takes less than a few weeks to complete. So, the next morning after painting the lantern the night before I wake up and do a final polish. It looks as good as new and I place it on my desk next to my computer for display. I go for my run and quickly return to my apartment.

I come in to my apartment and I smell fresh coffee and see someone has dusted. I hear someone, possibly female, singing a tune I am not familiar with. I walk towards my bedroom hallway where the singing is coming from and find a woman. She is about five foot something , darkish red hair, almost mistake her for a brunette. Her skin pale as new white bed sheets. Her bright, big, green eyes remind me of the green traffic signal lights. She is dusting the pictures I have on the walls of my hallway, with a feather duster, I don't think I own a feather duster. I see those eyes of hers, big and green, as she turns towards me realizing I am here. She is dressed in some sort of costume, like the kind I have seen being worn by people playing genies on television. She's got on almost see through dark green pantaloons, and a light green loose tunic, a green veil over her face, a greenish funny little hat thing, and she is barefoot. I stand stunned as she has made eye contact with me. There is a silence between us. I want so badly to question her about what she is doing, how she got in, well just her very existence in my place, but if I do I am afraid she will go away. My curiosity eventually gets the better of me.

"Excuse me? Hi? Who are you and what are you doing here?" I ask tentatively. She looks at me an smiles a smile that just lights up the room like the sun itself was built into her teeth. She opens her mouth and words seem to come out as lyrics to a that song she was singing.

"My name is Leaira and I am here to serve you." She says still smiling.

"That's a really beautiful name." I think out loud instead of in my head and I return to my state of confusion.

"Thank you, very much." She whispers, voice so small, so pretty, so magical.

"Wait, is this some kind of joke? Did Bill or Dave put you up to this? I know my birthday is coming up soon, but this is a little much, the whole 'genie' motif is just over the top." I don't believe this.

"No, I don't know Bill or Dave, but I am your genie." She states. I really don't believe this.

"I am going to get my phone, I'll be right back. You just do whatever "genies" do." I say, making the quotation in the air with my fingers.

"Yes, master." She turns back to dusting and I turn to walk back toward my living room, I go in to my kitchen, where I left my phone on the counter. I see her before it registers in my mind that's she's there and it scares the shit out of me. I almost walk into her. I am, however able to stop myself from running into her, but begin to fall backwards. I see her wave her hand in a gesture that made me think she is writing in the air and with her face full of worry, that I can see the lines forming in her flawless complexion. I start to feel myself floating in air, and I continue to float till I am upright. As I am hovering an inch off the ground, she looks at me with smile.

"I guess you believe me now, master?" She says with some smugness.

"Ok, ok, I believe you, can you let me down, please?" I say as I look down.

She waves her hand again and I am touching the ground.

"Ok, ok, I believe you, but where did you come from?" I ask exasperated. This isn't the first time I fear the answer from a question I have asked before.

"The lantern." She says plainly.

"I thought genies lived in those old oil lamps, not train lanterns." I question.

"It used to be a lamp such as that, but my master at that time rebuilt the lamp into a lantern, so I could continue to serve him after he had all his wishes granted." Again answering plainly, but her voice isn't plain at all, it's like I heard this voice before. Now I know I have gone off the deep end.

"So, how did I summon you? Was it when I was restoring the lantern?" I ask wondering.

"No, the simple act of polishing the lantern. You could have summoned me at any time." She tells me.

"Why did I see you appear when I was done polishing the lantern?" I say as I go for a cup of coffee. I take a step towards the coffee pot, she appears there, and gets me a cup.

"The first time always takes a few minutes for me to appear, but my masters usually know to stay till I do." She says taking a jab at my inexperience with genies, as she pours the coffee in to the cup. Which she is right, I have no experience with genies.

"Sorry about that. I guess I should ask how many wishes do I get? Is there a standard limit?" I have questions and I really like the sound of her voice. After she fills the cup with coffee, she hands it to me.

"Most people automatically assume it's just three wishes. Actually that's our minimum, the genie gets to decide if a master is worthy of more than just three wishes." She states as props her self up on my counter and sits.

"How does a genie determine if someone is worthy of more than three wishes?" I didn't know this, in fact I don't know a lot genies, as I have said before.

"It depends on how our masters treat us, what they use their wishes for, or if they say please and thank you. I have only given more than three wishes only a few times in my life so far." She states as she watches me drink the coffee she made.

"So, what do most people wish for? I really don't want anything I can't get myself." I say really not knowing how to use what I have been given. Stupid, stupid man.

"Most men who have summoned me in the past, have wished to be physically intimate with me as their first wish. You see, as a genie I'm bound to granting the wish. Even when I don't want to." She seems ashamed by her answer and give me a pleading look.

"I am so very sorry that's happened to you. I would never wish for that or anything that would force you to do something that you didn't want to do." I state as I take a sip of my coffee, and it's really good. Like, oh my god, did you actually go to Columbia and pick the beans yourself, kind of good.

"Really?" She asks like she can't believe me.

"Yes. Promise." I smile at her.

"So, what do you want to wish for then?" She asks perking up.

"Not sure, like I said before I really don't want for anything right now." I say, taking yet another sip of my coffee. Wow, this coffee is so good.

"Oh..." She sighs and slumps slightly. I better ask something else.

"How are you speaking to me? Is it through magic or telepathy? Or is you simply just know every language known to man?" I speak moving to a new subject quickly.

"You are clever, I have knowledge of every language, even those man has yet to speak." She perks up, eyes bright, and smiling.

"So, how do the wishes work? Are there rules or is entirely up to you?" I ask.

"You are brilliant. Once wish is made I am bound to granting it, I do however, get to take some liberties. Although, some wishes do need genie council approval." She states perking up more and smiling bigger than the last. She seems impressed with me.

"How many are you are left? You aren't the last one, are you?" I ask with a mint after taste of sadness.

"I am last one. You surprise me, master. Intelligent questions, and you seem to answer them yourself." She looks into my eyes, as if she is searching for something in me.

"How do you know you are the last one? Is it some sort of telepathy or something?" I thank my experience with comic books for my intelligent questions.

"It works like how you would describe telepathy, but it's more of a feeling, I just feel alone. No other minds of my people seem to be present. I used to have a million voices in my head, sometimes all at once, and all I had to do to talk to anyone one of them was to just think. Now the only voice in my head is my own." She seems humbled for a second.

"When you were able to talk to another genie did you have to be in or out of your lantern?" I ask.

"Only when out of my lantern I'm able to tell if there are other genies around. When I am in my lantern, or container, it's like I am in my own little world. I hear and see everything that goes on around the lantern, but it's like I'm in a dream. When I am released, it's like walking through a door." She tells me.

This is becoming interesting I could spend the whole day talking to her. Her small frame makes her look like a eighteen year old, but I know she's not. I feel sorry for her being the last one.

"So, how long have you been the last one? I mean couldn't I just wish for a mate for you? Then you wouldn't be the last one anymore, right?" I ask thinking outside the box. I really can't think of anything to wish for. Seriously, here I am with one of the most powerful creatures from myth and I can't come up with anything I want. Pretty sad, huh?

"Master, it's been at over one thousand years, since I heard another genie in my head. And no, I can't create life with a wish. It's one of those rules that truly limits my power." She's still sad.

"Sorry, Leaira. I just wanted to use my wishes to help you." I say as I remember her name, hard to forget really and take another sip of my coffee.

"It's fine and a wonderful gesture, master, but the wishes are for you." She smiles as she folds her arms.

"Ok, do I have to use a wish or could I just ask you to stop calling me 'master'?" I don't want to sound annoyed, but I am going to be if I have to hear her call me master, like she is my slave.

"You can just ask me too, master." She smiles as she pushes back her hair behind her ear with hand.

"My name is Alan Scott, you can just call me Alan." I say as I extend my free hand to shake hers.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Alan." She hasn't stopped smiling and daintily takes my hand in hers. She starts to look into my eyes, as I do hers and I think I could get lost. That wouldn't be so bad? Right?

"So, *cough*." Clearing my throat and breaking our eye contact, as I continue. "Who can see you? Or is it my choice to have you be invisible to everyone, but me?" I realize that I am still holding her hand.

"It's your choice, Alan." She says seeming not to want to let go.

"It won't use a wish?" I ask not wanting to let go of her warm soft hand.

"Not if I don't want it to." She winks and she takes back her hand, slowly.

"I just thought you can be visible to everyone at all times." I tell her as I start to feel really bad for how she might have been mistreated over the course of her life.

"Really? Not many masters let me be seen all the time. It's so strange." She tells me and begins to become quiet.

"What's strange?" I take yet another sip of my coffee.

"You that's what strange. You just seem so comfortable with the fact of my existence. No, ever seems comfortable with my existence. I just wonder how you can be?" She tells me and asks a question in the same sentence.




Wish



"I used to read comic books about super-powered beings. And now, I'm a writer and I write about super-powered beings. I guess that might have something to do with it." This is my answer. Could I have done better? Not sure.

We stand there for moment as I take in everything that's happening. I assume that's what she's doing too. I have one last question, and I know I may not want to hear the answer.

So, I ask anyway. "Why were you put into a lamp in the first place, if you don't mind me asking."

"I don't mind, because most people are overwhelmed with getting wishes from a magical creature, they tend not to think of those things, so it's a question that I am rarely asked." She asks from her spot on the kitchen counter. I want to say something, like, "Please continue." or "So?" I don't and let her continue without interruption. I just nod, to let her know that she can continue.

"Over ten thousand years ago, when magic was the only science. The genie race was the invisible hands guiding human fate with the gods directing us. We lived in peace and harmony, but every so often, a genie would come along that would abuse their power and have to be dealt with. So those law breakers, troublemakers, or those who owe debts they couldn't pay would go in front of the genie council. They would be tried and sentenced. The imprisoned genie would be bound to a lamp or similar container, to carry out his or her sentence. Some would have to grant so many wishes per master each or serve many masters for long periods of time before moving on to the next, whatever came first. We have to grant a minimum of three wishes to be considered to have successfully served a master. That is part of law is what binds a genie to grant wishes, to a point.

That's where most people get the three wishes you hear about in stories. Once the terms of the imprisonment have been met, the genie is brought before the council for review, and then freed. Four thousand years ago, my father made a arrangement with some other genies and ended up not being able to pay his debt. So, the genie law enforcement was brought in and he went to trial. He was one of the oldest genies at that time and would have died serving his sentence, if I had not agreed to take his place. According to genie law any genie can take the place of any other genie, but the sentence would become more harsh for the genie taking the place of the first. My father, as I soon learned afterwards was a greedy one and hid his thoughts from all others. He wasn't trusted by any of his own kind, as more and more deals he would make. He would break them, or get others to do his dirty work. My act of kindness was wasted on him. He was later exiled, stripped of his powers, and forced to live as human, till the day he died. Most genies called it a fate worse than death." She hasn't moved from her spot the whole time she was talking. She seemed distant and cold for a that entire time. I swore I felt her pain, for a moment. I realized that haven't moved either. I set my cup down and move towards her. She looks like she needs a hug. So, I move to hug her, hard and tight. She wipes her face and slowly puts her arms around my waist, like she wasn't sure what I was about to do. She is still sitting on the counter and she barely meets me at eye level.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." I whisper into her ear with such a saddness.

"No, it's ok, Alan. You wanted to know and I told you, I just didn't think it would make me feel like this." She whispers back. I want to keep asking questions to sate my curiosity.

"I shouldn't have asked." I still keep my voice low.

"I have waited so long to tell my story to someone, I'm glad it's you." She is keeping her voice low as well. Like there is someone else in the room we don't want to hear us. Her hug becomes tighter and more tender. We stay like this for a moment and slowly break free from each other. I want to keep asking questions to sate my curiosity. I take a step back and we both take that opportunity to compose ourselves.

"Could I trouble you for one last question, Leaira?" I say softly not wanting to cause anymore pain with my questions.

"Yes, Alan, always." She smiles as her eyes looked like she was ready to cry all over again.

"Are you able to have children with a human? What about diseases or sicknesses? Ok, so that's more like two questions." I try to be quick and rapid-fire as possible. I pick my coffee up.

"No, I am unable to have offspring with a human and wishing for that would fall under the same category as creating life." She thinks thoughtfully for a moment after saying that. I finally finish my cup of coffee with my last sip.

"And to answer your second question, genies are immune to all human diseases and aliments. Humans have used genie blood in the past, for it has curative and healing properties on your race." She tells me, not trying to show emotion. After another awkward silence between us I again take action.

"So, I guess I should ask how we are going to work this out?" I ask as I make my way to the sink and rinse my coffee cup.

"Work what out?" She asks as she watches me.

"How am I going to explain you to people. I mean you are more than welcome to stay with me as long as you want, I just have to tell my friends and family something." I turn my head to answer as I am turning on the water to rinse my cup. I have a plan forming in my head. Yes, a plan.

"You could simply just ask for me to be invisible to everyone, but you." She reminds me.

"That's no fun, cause you are far to beautiful to hide yourself." I say as I finish turning off the water and make my way to lean on the counter across from her. I take a towel off the counter and wipe my hands. She blushes, I haven't made a girl blush since grade school.

"You know I will stay with you until I complete serving you or whenever you no longer want my services." There's a hint of sorrow there. I toss the towel in the vicinity where I got it.

"I will figure out all the details later, but we do need to get you some clothes. We can't have you dressed like that everywhere you go. So, I am thinking a shopping spree is in order, on me." I say as I meet her eyes with mine. I don't want her to go anywhere. Wow, did I just think that?

"Clothes? You want to buy me something? That's so nice. The last time anyone did anything nice for me, they rebuilt my lamp into a lantern." She leaps from the counter and gives me the tightest and biggest hug I have ever gotten from any woman.

"Hey, remind me to do nice things for you all the time, if this is the way you are always going to thank me." I say jokingly. The hug catches me off guard, for it feels like I am getting a bear hug, from an actual bear. She slowly releases her titan hug, and looks at me directly in the eyes, only for a moment.

"Alan, you don't always have to do nice things to get me to hug you." She flashes a smile and I swear it's like a flash bulb going off.

"*Ahem* Let me take a shower and get dressed, then we will go shopping? Do genies eat?" I say clearing my throat and moving as quickly as I can.

"Oh? Yes if we want." She says surprised by my sudden burst of energy.

"Good. Wait here." I say as run to my room, quickly get stuff around, and jump in the shower.

The water of my shower is just right, as always. I get naked and wet. I can't believe anything that is happening. This stuff only happens in stories, I think to myself. I feel that nervous energy that you get when you are playing a game and you are so close to winning. I jump out of the shower, five minutes, thirty-two seconds, that's a new record for me. Just as I shut off the shower and pull back the curtain, there she is. Looking all innocent and sweet. Her beauty is so otherworldly it's hard not to look at her and think some dirty thoughts. Right now I am stunned. Utterly stunned. Her eyes never leave mine. We stay like that this for a few minutes, me in all my glory and her with my cell phone in her hand.

"This thing was making noise. I thought I should bring it to you. I thought it was warning you of danger." She breaks the silence we have shared for a third time.

"That's my cell phone. May I have it?" I say quietly with my hand out.

"This is a phone? I haven't been released in over seventy years, phones back then were very different." She tells me, as she hands me my phone.

I flip it open to see who has called. I take a deep, long breath, and reach for the towel that's hanging on a wall with in reach. I wrap it around myself. Her eyes have never left mine. Thank god I have a good memory of where my things are in my bathroom. I take a step forward and she takes a step back.

"It was a warning, of things to come." I smile as I pause for my joke, then realize it's lost.

"My sister called and left a voice message." I continue.

"Voice message?" The small, angelic voice asks.

"It's a digital recording people can leave when you don't answer your phone." I say as I make my way to my room with Leaira following. Even the way she walks is beautiful, it's like she's swimming in the air as she moves, with out even trying. I stop bothering to try to cover myself anymore. I dry quickly and throw the towel in the corner of the room. I grab a pair of blue boxers, some faded beat up jeans, and a faded Batman t-shirt. I find my flip-flops sitting where I left them. I flip my phone open and call my voice mail box. The message my sister left asked if I can make the reunion two months from now, then questions my love life, and ends telling me Jane broke up with her boyfriend.

"Digital?" She sounds like she doesn't want to bother me with her questions, she's not.

"It's done with computers. I have an idea, when we get back you can have all your questions answered." I tell her as close my phone and I start looking for some clothes for her to wear. I think my sister or the ex-girlfriend left some clothes here, somewhere.

"Really?" She sound excited. I find some, looks my ex forgot a few things here, it's been over three months if she wanted these clothes that bad, she would have come and gotten them or called.

"Yes, please take your clothes off and put...." I am stunned as she undresses with out a second thought in front of me. I fight all the power that in me is male and turn my ass around. I am still a gentleman, my momma did raise me right.

"Alan? I am not wearing anything, now what?" I hear her from behind me.

"Leaira, from now on let me finish my sentences before you carry out what I ask." I say as I hand back the clothes without looking behind me.

"Sorry, I am so used to be told to undress. It won't happen again." Shamefully is how that sounds and I wasn't trying to scold her.

"It's fine, you didn't do anything wrong, don't worry about. Just put these on, please." I feel her take the clothes.

I wait. After a few minutes I hear her dressing and undressing a few times. I wait. Then just when I thought the waiting was over. I wait some more. She's taking awhile, more than likely trying to figure out how things fit. I see her hat, veil, pants, and shirt get thrown my direction.

"Alan, I think I'm done." It sounded like more of a question than a statement. I would have missed her answer if I wasn't listening for it, because she whispered.

"Well, let's see if...." I slowly turn around. When I catch my first glimpse of her, I stand stunned, mouth slightly open. She is standing in a yellow, flower printed, sun dress that comes just over her knee, it does look a little big on her, but she is stunning. I had bought it for my ex-girlfriend Michelle, but she never did try it on. I didn't think she liked it, obviously the reason she left here. It looks unbelievable on Leaira. Still standing, mouth open.

"Does it look, alright?" She is looking at me tentatively and so very innocent.

"Yeah it, looks awesome, what are you wearing underneath?" I manage to eek out.

"Nothing, I didn't think I needed them and for some reason I thought it a little gross." She's pointing at the bra and panties on the floor.

"We should just get you some shoes and you will be set." I look around for some extra flip-flops.

"That won't be necessary. I prefer walking bare-foot and you don't have anything that would fit me, anyway." She giggles and it's really fucking cute.

"So, shall we?" As I gesture towards the door.

"Are you sure you want me to be seen by everyone? I can make it so you're the only one who does." Nervousness is in her voice.

"I told you before what I think and everyone should see how beautiful you are." I think she should be proud. I grab my keys, wallet, and smashed up pack of smokes. I haven't had one since I got home. I think I picked them up just out of habit.

"Very few masters have let me be seen by everyone." Nervous again.

"Let's just go and if you feel uncomfortable at any time, you can just let me see you, ok? Although, it's going to be hard to explain why I am buying dresses, bras, and panties for myself." I say.

After thinking for a second she steps towards me and takes my hand, and I let her.

"Let's go." She says as she looks at my face and we are out the door.

We walk to my car, the sun is shinning brightly, there's not a cloud in the sky, and you could smell the fresh cut grass. If I lived near Central Park we would be smelling it. I miss that smell, reminds me of growing up back in Georgia. I open the passenger side door for her. She looks at the car for a few moments, after which she gets in, sits and I show her how to buckle her seat belt. She just looks amazed at it all. I get in on the other side, start the car, buckle my seat belt, and we are off. She remarks on the car and how much technology has changed in seventy years. Which starts a new conversation on our way to the mall.

"Seventy years? That was the last time you were out of your lantern." I don't take my eyes off the road.

"More like sixty eight years since the last time freed." She doesn't look at me she is looking out her passenger side window at the buildings and streets full with people.

"Was your last master male or female." I ask when I am stopped at a light.

"Male." She looks at me with a little worry.

"His name was Harold?" I know I am right.

"Yes." She sounds ashamed.

"How did he get a hold of your lantern?" The light changes green and I go.

"A pawn shop, when he was sixteen, his father made him get a job with a train company. He bought my lantern, because he had to supply his own equipment." She states.

"He didn't know what he had at first did he?" I feel like this is upsetting her.

"He was drafted two years later, into the second world war. You're right though, he never knew what he had, until after he came home." She is preferring not to look at me.

"He served in the army, came back home, saw his old train lantern gathering dust, polished it off, and then 'poof', right?" I think I am getting good at this.

"That's not exactly what happened." Still not looking at me.

"Ok, what did happened?" I glance at the back of her head. She doesn't want to talk about this. Why? I ask myself. I guess I might find the answer.

"After serving three tours of duty, he came home just as the war ended. Four years later he got married and a year after that he came across my lantern when he was cleaning out the attic. He dusted me off and 'poof', as you say." She annoyed and doesn't want to tell me this.

"What did he use his wishes for?" Curiosity is going to kill me, if I am not careful.

"His very first wish was to be physically intimate with me. I granted the wish, even though I didn't want too and told him such. He didn't seem to care. When I told him he had two wishes left, he pointed out that he never actually made the first wish. Which was true, so he got extra wishes on a technicality. He had tricked me into giving him a total of six wishes. Even though I found him unworthy." She sounds ashamed by this as she takes a pause. My right hand comes off the wheel and I reach for hers. She quickly pulls her hand away as she feels my slight touch. I have nothing to say, I wish I did. So, again I say nothing.

"Second wish, he wished for physical perfection. He made the third to wish his life more adventurous, so I had to be creative with that one. I made it so he was asked to be part of the C.I.A. He would go these secret assignments all over the world. The fourth wish he used to erase his wife's memories of his indiscretions and of me. The fifth wish he used to extend the life of his wife, she ages at less than half speed and if she was still alive she would be about eighty years old. The last wish he used to put me back in the lantern." She slowly turns toward me and I see her out of the corner of my eye.

There's again that silence. I know she's upset with me and I don't know why.

"Leaira? I'm sorry if I upset you. I wasn't trying to. It's that I know Harold's wife, Doris and she's eighty? I thought she was six..." I start the sentence low and gradually get louder, because of my surprise of Doris's true age. Then, I get cut off. I keep my eyes on the road, and trust me that isn't an easy task. I take a cigarette out of the smashed pack, put in my mouth, and light it.

"HE was one of the most terrible masters I have ever known and I knew Mongol warriors who were nicer. For twenty years I served him, he brought me with him everywhere he went, I watched him torture and kill innocent people, all for America, he would tell me. He used me as a safety net, since he was the only person who could see or hear me. He would cheat on his wife, treated her very badly, and made me do horrible things that no one should make anyone do. His luck finally ran out when he said contracted a virus that was part of a rival government experiment, but I think he got some sort of disease I had no experience with. He died slowly on his death bed. It was too good for him, if you ask me. Those last three wishes were made the day he died. I guess he tried to make it things right, mostly. Can we talk about something else, please?" She angrily states. I crack my window and take a puff, and feel like I crossed a line, again. I didn't know and I feel worse this time than last. I take another drag and let the rest of the unfinished cigarette fly out the window. After a few more lights and turns we arrive at the mall. I find a parking spot, and realize I could have wished for a good one. We find a spot that's not to far and not to close. Just right, I think. I turn off the car, unbuckle myself, and I tell her to stay put. Then I get out of the car, close my door, and run to the other side of the car. I open her door and hold my hand out. Most of her anger dissipates as she takes my hand. She slowly rises to stand and takes a few steps away from the car as I shut the car door tight, still holding her hand. I don't know what comes over me as my free hand move around her waist, I lean down, and I pull her towards me in a blink. I look into her eyes just before they are closed as I kiss her. She is surprised as much as I am as I plant one right on her lips. Then, my mouth parts slightly as does hers and the next thing either of us know we are making out. It feels like time has stopped around us, until we are interrupted by a screaming car horn. We break the embrace of not only our arms, but our mouths, too. What has this beautiful creature done to me, I think I could fall for this girl, genie, or whatever she is.

"What was that for?" She asks trying to catch her breath.

"I was going to hug you and apologize for making you remember those things. I didn't go to far, did I?" I tell her as bring my gaze from her down till I'm stare at the pavement.

"No... no, apology accepted." She smiles as she puts her hand on my face and raises my head by my chin.

"So, we're ok?" I say as I wish her hand doesn't leave my chin, but it does. That's a wish I could have made. I am just making wishes to myself all over the place.




Wish Come True



I watch him from across the room as he orders more drinks. His name is Matt, and I think I love him. Unfortunately, Matt's in a very serious relationship. They have been living together for years, while I've only known them for a few months.

He returns to our table, our drinks in his hands. I watch as he gracefully crosses the dance floor, avoiding the gyrating dancers with a dance of his own. He doesn't spill a single drop.

I smile as he places the drinks on the table and slips into the chair next to me.

"Hot out there tonight," he says with a smile. "Wanna dance?"

Do I want to dance with him? Do I need air to breathe? Gravity to stay on Earth? He holds out his hand. I place my hand in his and he pulls me to my feet. He leads the way to the dance floor, my hand still in his. Is it my imagination, or did he really just pull my hand to his ass for a quick touch?

I feel light-headed as we begin to gyrate with the crowd. The song is nearly over, but I revel in these few moments, my eyes locked on his. The music slows into a love song, a couples dance. I start to back away, but he reaches for me and pulls me close. 

What is happening here? I look into his eyes, startled. He smiles gently as he pulls me into his arms. I put my arms around his neck and we move together. Our bodies fit together as though they were two parts cast from one mold.

I can feel his hard cock as he grinds against me; my own cock has been hard since I first saw him. He moans slightly in my ear, then whispers, "Oh, yes, James, you want me, don't you?"

I nod, mortified that he has discovered my secret. My ears are burning; I know my face must be bright red.

He laughs softly. "Oh, my sweet James. You don't know how long I've wanted you; since the first moment we met."

I melt in his arms. He's not talking about forever, only for right now, but I want whatever I can get from him. He nibbles on my ear and I bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud.

Matt pulls back and looks at me with dark eyes. "You wanna get out of here?"

I force myself to answer, "Yes, Matt, I do."

We return to the table briefly to slam down our last drinks and grab our jackets. We don't touch again, but my cheeks are burning. I'm afraid that every man in the place knows what has happened between us.

We walk out into the cool night air and Matt takes my hand, pulling me away from the club and to his car. It's an older Chrysler, the black paint sleek in the streetlights.

I'm surprised to see his hand trembling as he unlocks the door for me. I slide into the car as he moves around the front and climbs in. He starts the car and puts it in gear and pulls into the street.

I watch him quietly. He looks at me and smiles; he reaches up and strokes my cheek with the back of his right hand, then takes my hand and places it in his lap.

I can feel the heat of his cock through his pants, and can't resist curling my fingers around it. He moans, and mirrors the motion in my lap. I want to close my eyes and savor the feel of his hand on my cock, but can't take my eyes from his face. He is so beautiful. I want to memorize every moment of our time together. I'm almost afraid to breathe, afraid I'll break this spell.

In moments we pull up in front of my apartment building. He lets go of me to put the car into park. I remove my hand, but he grabs me and pulls me to him, kissing me roughly. I moan as his tongue invades my mouth. We are both breathless when he finally releases me. He looks deep into my eyes for a moment, then we break apart, eager to get out of the car, into the apartment, out of our clothes, and into each other.

We hold hands as we enter the building; I punch the button for the elevator as he reaches for me again. When the doors open we stagger into the elevator, hands stroking each other, busily removing jackets, undoing shirt buttons. We wage war with our tongues as he slams me against the wall, our cocks struggling to get out of our trousers.

When the doors open on my floor it becomes a race to the door. My hands are shaking so badly I can't get the keys in the lock. Matt takes the keys from me, his hands nearly as unsteady as my own. We finally get the door open and lurch into the apartment, barely taking time to make sure the door is locked before returning to stripping the clothes off one another.

Suddenly it is as if time stands still as I undo his pants and his cock leaps out at me, demanding to be sucked. I pause and look at him. He moans in impatience and takes my head in his hands, pulling me toward him. It is all the encouragement I need.

I sink to my knees, my pants undone, my shirt hanging off my shoulders. He pulls my head onto his cock, my mouth open, ready to swallow him.

He is so huge! His cock is everything I'd fantasized about and more. I fight to relax my throat, wanting to take all of him in my mouth.

Matt moans as I slide my lips over his cock. I close my eyes, sure I am dreaming. Surely this isn't Matt here with me, surely this is another drunken fantasy, like the many I've had over the last several months!

I reach down and pull my cock out of my pants. I start stroking myself in time with my mouth thrusting over his cock. I moan as I take his balls in my other hand.

Matt's moans become louder and louder. "Oh God, James, I'm gonna cum," he groans. I moan in response. This sends him over the edge and he cums in my mouth. I fight to swallow it all, but can't. Some of it dribbles out along his cock and drips down his trousers.

I keep stroking myself harder, wanting to cum. He reaches down, the motion pulling him out of my mouth. "Oh no," he breathes, taking hold of my arm. "Don't cum yet. I want you to cum inside of me, James."

His words nearly send me spinning over the edge, but I obey him. I want to cum inside him too. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me again. We grab our clothes and make our way to the living room. 

Matt drops his clothes on the floor, kicks off his shoes and drops his trousers. I almost fall to my knees at the site of his beautiful body, but he immediately is at my side, his hands on my shoulders.

He tenderly pulls my shirt off, sliding it down my arms until it drops to the floor; he goes to one knee as he pulls my pants down, his hands caressing my ass and legs as he slides them down. He looks at me in delight as my cock sticks straight out at him, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

He puts out his tongue and catches the drop. I groan at the feather-light touch of his tongue on my dick.

"Oh, James!" he moans and buries my cock in his mouth. It's all I can do not to cum right then and there, with the sight of his head where I've dreamed about having it so long.

He pulls back and strokes me. "Oooh," he pants, "Now, James... fuck me NOW!" He turns and kneels on the couch, resting his forearms and head on the back of the couch, his ass pointed straight at me, at my spit-lubed cock.

I move behind him and lick my fingers before sliding two of them into his ass. He moans, "Forget the fingers - put your cock in me! Now, James... please!"

That's all I need to hear. I pull my fingers out and place the head of my cock against his ass. I begin to gently push, feeling a slight resistance as I push through his sphincter. He groans at the care I'm taking and pushes himself down on my cock hard. 

I moan as I feel him take all of me inside his ass. I let him set the pace, my hands on his hips, guiding him so that my cock is sliding along his prostate. He reaches down with one hand and starts stroking himself in time with the thrusts onto my cock.

He's so tight! I haven't fucked anyone in months - all I've wanted was Matt, all I dreamed about was Matt. I haven't wanted my cock in any other man but him - and now I'm having him!

We're bucking against one another, groaning as we pound away. I can feel his balls banging against mine as we fuck and revel in it. I feel him stiffen and know he's going to cum again. As his ass tightens around my cock I feel the hot rush of my own orgasm.

"Cum in me, James! Cum with me!" he nearly screams as he humps his back up then comes down hard on my cock again. I explode a half-heartbeat after he does, filling his sweet ass with my cum. We cry out in unison, our voices melding even as our bodies do. 

I reach down and pull him up to me, cradling him in my arms as we quake from our orgasms. When I can't stay upright anymore I gently lower us both onto the couch, thankful for the throw across the back that absorbed most of the cum. I won't have to get the couch cleaned.

Matt groans as my cock slides out of his ass with a small slurping sound. I giggle at the noise, slightly embarrassed. He turns in my arms and kisses me, his tongue strong and demanding entry into my mouth. I kiss him back, still barely believing this is real.

He snuggles into my arms and sighs. "I've wanted you for so long," he says. "Ever since that first night we met - remember?" How could I forget? I'd been mesmerized by his dark eyes the first time I saw him. He was seldom out of my thoughts.

"Mmm-hmmm," I answer. I don't want him to realize how badly I wanted him, even then.

He looks at me and laughs. "I know you wanted me, don't pretend you didn't."

I look into his eyes and smile. He knows.

He settled back down into my arms and asked quietly, "James?"

"Yeah, Matt?"

"I don't want this to be the only time," he almost whispered.

My heart nearly stopped in my chest. I couldn't breathe, but I had to ask. "What about Steve?" His lover, his long-time partner.

He won't look me in the eye. "Steve and I haven't had sex in months - not since before I met you." He looks down and plays with the fringe on the throw and sighs. "We sleep in separate rooms; we don't do anything together. I don't think he loves me anymore."

I sit up and turn Matt's face toward me with a finger under his chin. There are tears sparkling in his eyes. 

"Matt..." I can't let him do this. I swallow hard and try again. "Matt, you need to talk to Steve. You need to know if it really is over. Otherwise, you'll spend the rest of your life wondering."

He nods slowly. I lower my mouth to his and kiss him, all my love for him in the kiss. He returns the kiss, hesitantly at first, then with hunger.

Then with one swift movement he breaks the kiss and rises to his feet. I look at him astonished as he holds out his hand, his gorgeous body nearly glowing in the faint light. 

"While I want to spend the night in your arms, I don't fancy sleeping on the couch," he says calmly.

I take his hand and let him lead me to bed.



Wish Come True



Sept. 27th

She did it. 

She finally agreed to do it. 

We're having a threesome. 

We found another girl willing to lick her pussy. Neither of us understands it really. Lesbians seem to gravitate to her. Even straight women want to fuck her. It's very strange really. Don't get me wrong, I think she's the most beautiful creature on the planet. But, as she likes to point out, I'm biased. Jessica is 5'9", 38F breasts with a very pretty china-doll face. Leslie, the hottie who's agreed to join our bed, is also 5'9", wears a 34C, possesses the most smokin' hot ass you've ever laid eyes on and is naturally a strawberry blonde. She is totally straight but admits that Jessica has "something about her that I just want to fuck the ever living shit out of". Leslie's words, not mine. 

Oct. 1st

Tonight is the night! 

Already got the hotel room booked. Leslie told her roommates she was going back home for a few days and should arrive within a few hours. I'm so hot for this its killing me. I don't know how much longer I can take it. I had to force myself to stop masturbating yesterday. I was starting to get rubbed raw...

Later that night.

Leslie just got here. We're all just sitting around, talking about everything but sex, feeling a little embarrassed. I'm in the middle of some mundane story about something that happened that week at work when I paused to take a drink. As soon as I stopped talking, she started. "So-am-I-gonna-get-to-eat-some-pussy-or-what?" The words just fell out of her mouth. You could tell she had said it so fast to keep herself from thinking about what she was saying. Jessica just laughed and dropped her head to hide her face in her long nearly-black hair. Then, she surprised us all and stood up, taking Leslie's hand and pulling her to a standing position as well. The girls stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before both leaning in to a passionate, tongue-twirling kiss. 

I just sat back and enjoyed the show. They were so beautiful. 

After a few minutes of tongue exercises, Leslie led Jessica over to the bed and sat her down, never breaking lip-contact. Leslie started rubbing on Jessica's huge tits over her shirt. She reached up and started undoing my wife's buttons, revealing large amounts of cleavage. Upon reaching the final button of the shirt, Leslie finally broke contact and pulled Jessica's shirt off her arms and, in one motion, freed the monstrous tits from their lacy cage. Jessica's nipples were already erect and begging for attention. Leslie leaned over and took one nipple in her mouth while gently pinching and rolling the other between her fingers. Then, she switched. Licking the nipple that had just been teased by fingers, rolling the wet nipple with her fingers and making circles on her newly wetted sensitive nipple. Within seconds, Jessica was crooning along with Leslie's labors. 

Jessica pushed the bombshell away but only so she could pull the small vibrator from her pocket and hand it to the other woman. Leslie turned the little buzzer on while Jessica removed the rest of her clothing then lay back on the bed, fully nude. Leslie knelt down between Jessica's legs, narrowing in on her clean shaven pussy. Jessica reached down and spread her cunt lips, exposing her already swollen clit so Leslie could tease it with the vibe. As soon as the tip touched her clit, Jessica nearly jumped off the bed and even I could see the juices begin to trickle out of her pussy. Jessica's moans increased in volume and frequency as Leslie worked her magic with the tiny buzzing machine. 

About this time, things started to lose focus and all I could see were the two beautiful women on the bed.

Leslie laid the vibe down and Jessica began to protest until she felt the tip of Leslie's tongue touch her spread pussy lips. Leslie started lower, nearly penetrating Jessica with her tongue and slowly licked up and around Jessica's clit, teasing the poor woman into a higher state of arousal. After Leslie had completed a few laps in this manner, Jessica's pussy was coated in slick cunt juice and she was begging for more concentrated licking. Leslie happily obliged, diving into Jessica's cunt like she was trying to fit the whole thing into her mouth and lick its entirety at once. Jessica began grinding Leslie's face in time with her licking. 

I reached into the box we had brought along that held a few of our sex toys and pulled out Jessica's favorite curved glass dildo. I handed the glass member to Leslie who immediately put it to work. 

Leslie licked the head of the dildo to ease the first inches, though from where I was standing, it looked like Jessica didn't need much help. As soon as the tip penetrated Jessica's pussy she cried out and forced Leslie to slam the fake cock fully inside. Jessica grabbed the back of Leslie's head and pulled her lips down onto her throbbing clit. Leslie began pumping the glass dong in and out in an ever increasing rhythm. Jessica was bucking her hips in time with the thrusts, causing her pussy to coat Leslie's face in sticky girl juice. Leslie began to reach a very fast pace and Jessica could no longer keep time so she simply tried to ram her pussy farther and farther forward into Leslie's face, still holding Leslie's hair with one hand and frantically squeezing a nipple with her free hand.

Jessica began cumming, belting out long, loud moans all while Leslie pounded her cunt with the dildo. After Jessica had her third huge orgasm in a row, she collapsed to the bed, panting.

While Jessica was trying to regain some semblance of sanity, Leslie stripped naked and started easing herself onto the bed. Jessica's eyes popped open just in time to see Leslie's dripping wet cunt being lowered to her face. Jessica had told herself that she wouldn't ever be able to lick another woman but at that point, all choice had been taken from her. There it was, a pussy that was absolutely begging for attention was being forced upon her. I think Leslie would have fucked Jessica's face whither she wanted it or not. Jessica debated with herself for a few seconds before admitting defeat and opened her mouth, letting her tongue explore between Leslie's soft folds and over her engorged clit. 

That was the signal for me. The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. I stood and disrobed quickly. Walked over to the bed with my cock in my hand, slowly stroking and enjoying the full effects of what I was seeing. Jessica, my wife of nearly 5 years was licking wet pussy. That alone nearly sent me over the edge. I quit touching my cock and positioned myself between Jessica's legs and guided my cock into her drenched cunt. From my vantage point, I could see my own cock disappearing into my wife's cunt and I could also see Jessica's tongue darting in and out of Leslie's pussy. Leslie began to rock back and forth on Jessica's soaked face. Each time Leslie rode the motion forward just a bit farther, then a bit more. Finally, Jessica's tongue contacted Leslie's rosebud asshole. That instant, Leslie released a massive orgasm all over Jessica's face. I've made Jessica squirt a few times but this was tremendous. Leslie kept rocking her hips, causing Jessica's tongue to hit all three hotspots; her ass, her cunt hole and her clit. After Leslie's huge orgasm, Jessica could take no more of me pounding her abused pussy and began moaning into Leslie's still twitching pussy. As I felt Jessica's pussy tighten around my cock, I couldn't hold it any longer and dumped a huge load of cum into her slippery hole. This caused Jessica to moan even louder into Leslie's vulnerable cunt. I kept pumping away, not wanting it to end. Leslie had the same idea and continued to make Jessica tongue her cunt and ass. After just a few minutes, my hard-on returned and I began fucking Jessica harder and harder while Leslie reached yet another orgasm and then a third.

By this time, the bed was in total disarray. I seem to remember nearly standing puddles of cum from both the girls and myself. Jessica had Leslie's cum completely covering her face and Leslie was nearly the same. I decided to go sit in the chair and watch for a bit, do a few bong rips and let my cock recharge.

Meanwhile, Leslie flipped around into a 69 position and began to torment Jessica's poor pussy. Jessica had acquired a taste for girl cum and continued licking Leslie's ravaged cunt. They traded orgasms back and forth. Smaller, more manageable ones than the previous displays of nearly animal lust. 

After a few good bong hits, with my head buzzing nicely, I rejoined the girls. This time Leslie was going to get my cock. Leslie was kneeling over Jessica's face with her head buried between my wife's thighs. I crept up behind Leslie with a vibrating dildo set on high and sank its full length into her hot cunt. A low moan escaped her lips. Her head was still buried in Jessica's cunt and the vibration from her moan caused a shiver to run through Jessica's body. Leslie couldn't concentrate with Jessica tonguing her clit and me sliding the vibe in and out. Leslie was getting very close to her umpteenth orgasm of the night when I pulled the vibrator out and turned it off, much to her dismay. 

I quickly redeemed myself by laying on my back with my rigid cock pointing up into the air. I motioned for both girls to straddle me. Jessica settled on my face while Leslie began working my cock into her hole. Both women began to rock their hips, Jessica grinding her cunt into my tongue while Leslie was trying to bury my cock ever deeper into her cunt. After being so tortured with Jessica's tongue and the vibe stroking in and out of her cunt, it didn't take long for Leslie's orgasm to overtake her. Her cunt started squeezing my cock. Leslie's moans seemed to fuel Jessica's own orgasm. She pushed her cunt into my face harder and harder as her cunt began to drench my mouth and nose. I kept licking and trying to swallow the girl cum without pausing. Leslie was still riding my cock, harder than ever now that both girls had fucked themselves to contentment. She was kind enough to ensure that I had my fill. She began contracting her muscles, massaging my cock with her cunt. Each long, grinding stroke sent waves of pleasure though me. I still had my tongue buried in my wife's cunt while Leslie's masterful pussy was coaxing yet another load from my cock. At that moment, I began to explode into Leslie's pussy and nearly screamed into Jessica's soft flesh. 

The last thing I remember is all 3 of us falling into a pile on the huge king sized bed. The next morning I awoke to 2 naked beauties on either side of me and all I could do is smile at my good fortune.



Wish Cums True Pt. 01



I have this little trick that I do, to help me fall asleep. I had a lot of problems being able to quiet my brain when I was in high school and college and it would take me hours and hours to fall asleep. Over time, I developed a little brain trick to quiet my mind and help me sleep: I think about what I would do with 3 wishes. It clears my mind and lets me be creative and focus on something good. Last night, I did used my trick and had a great night sleep. 

My first wish was to be able to control or change the knowledge/abilities of the brain and body of myself and others. For example, think of the movie 'The Matrix', when Neo is in training and the guy shoots all the fighting knowledge into his brain and he blinks a couple times and says "I know Kung Fu." That's kind of what this is like. Except if I also want to be able to bench press a car, well, that can happen too. It's also limited by what's reasonably possible, so I can't fly or shoot lasers out of my eyes or have adamantium claws or something. I drifted off to sleep dreaming about being the first player to play in the NBA, NFL and MLB in the same season.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt really great. I had an excellent night's sleep and went through my morning routine, kissed the wife goodbye and got myself to work with a little zip in my step. Then I realized what a boring day I was going to have. Non-stop meetings and conference calls. My first meeting of the day was our staff meeting and I began to zone out and daydream almost immediately. I looked around the room and spotted the hot girl in our department sitting at the front next to our boss droning on about TPS reports or whatever.

Her name was Rachel and she always dressed in what her and I joked was called subdued-office sexy attire. Today she was wearing red heels and patterned stockings with a knee length black skirt and a tight, form-fitting short-sleeved button up shirt. She was about 5'7 and athletic with maybe B-cup breasts and sexy legs. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a quick pony tail and look sexy as hell, like she threw her hair in a ponytail to hide her bed-head after a quick fuck on the way to work. She and I were fairly close as office colleagues go and we talked about a lot of things on IM during these meetings. She was also married, and liked to joke about me being her work husband and had me help her pick out outfits to wear at home with her real husband.

I started to daydream about hooking up with her, since we're always so close. We had a weird relationship, where there was no sexual tension or even what seemed like desire on the surface towards each other, but we talked all the time about our sex lives past and present. I often thought about what hooking up with her would be like, and I guess my mind just started to drift there. I began to think about how hot she would look naked and remembered that she said she always wanted a boob job because she thought her breasts were too small. In my daydream, I imagined her breasts slowly increasing from a B cup, to a DD cup while being completely perky and full, when suddenly, I heard a snapping sound followed by a rushed "excuse me!" as she got up and excused herself from the conference room. Wondering what was wrong, I excused myself and caught up to her right as she was closing the door to her office.

I knocked on the door and heard her say "Who is it?"

"Steve" I said.

"Just a minute. . ." I heard through the door.

After a minute, the door opened and she was wearing a sweater in her office that I know she keeps in her office for when she gets cold. She looked at me with a really weird look as I sat down across her desk from her.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I'm not quite sure. Johnson was giving his rundown of our sales numbers and I felt really short of breath all of a sudden. I looked down, and it was like my shirt was tightening around me. I was about to get up and leave to get some air and the top 2 buttons that were buttoned on my shirt popped off!"

With that she stood up and pulled her sweater up so I could see the damage. She didn't notice it, but I definitely did. Her tits were HUUUUGGGEEE. They were spilling over her bra, which looked like a playboy model trying on a training bra, and appeared to be straining under the weight. At that moment, I remembered my daydream and how they looked exactly as I had daydreamed about. Not sure how this could have happened, I tried a test and imagined them slowly getting smaller until they were big A cups.

I watched as reality bent to my mind's eye and her breasts slowly dropped down several sizes and her bra, which I could see through her nearly halfway unbuttoned shirt, almost started falling off. Her breathing returned to normal and she seemed to be relieved, so I slowly imagined them going back to their normal B size, though in the interest of making her feel better, I gave them what appeared to be a lot more perkiness.

"I think I'm going to go home. . . " she said. "I just feel really weird. I wonder if maybe I should go see a doctor to make sure I'm not having a heart issue or something."

"I'm sure that couldn't hurt," I said. "What do you have if you don't have your health?"

After she left, I went back to the meeting, but I couldn't get my mind to stop wandering. I wanted to test out if this power was real or if I was still dreaming. Finally, I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate and headed home to take the rest of the day off and maybe have a little fun.

When I got home, I stripped naked and stood in front of my wife's floor length mirror. I'm 6'6 and maybe 270lbs. I have short brown hair that kind of spikes up a bit in the front and I have dark blue eyes. In high school and college, I was super-duper skinny and played basketball, volleyball and soccer. Now that I'm 34, things had caught up to me a little bit. My belly was a little big, like a spare tire and I lost most of my definition in my arm/legs/chest muscles. Basically, I was your average 34 year old dude with a wife and kids.

Now I looked at myself in the mirror and with a quick thought in my head, watched my little spare tire disappear, replaced by a hard six-pack. I watched my chest muscles gain definition and size, my arms and legs get jacked up while I thought about what I really wanted to look like. I got up to maybe Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson from the Fast and Furious movies before I realized that seemed way way too jacked up. I toned it back down, kept my body lean and hard, with a broad chest and huge shoulders (I always had a large frame, just never could build the muscle to fill it up) with a V shaped waist and six pack. My ass looked like solid muscle and my thighs and calves were taut with lean muscle. I didn't even need to wear my glasses anymore. It seemed like I could see things clearly no matter how far away they were.

The last thing left to change was my cock. Now, I'm a tall white guy with about a 7" dick. I've never had any complaints about my size, and I've always been happy with it, but now that I can change it? Let's see what this thing can do. I imagined it growing, nearly doubling in size. As I watched, my cock got hard in my hands thinking about Rachel's breasts nearly falling out of her bra at work. I looked down and my cock was massive. At least 11" long, maybe 12" and a proportional girth. My balls also increased in size, like I had a pair of tennis balls hanging down there instead of a pair of grapes. I thought to myself, this is going to be FUN.

I decided to take this new me for a spin and threw on my old stretchy board shorts from college, which I hadn't been able to fit into in years. It was hot out in late August so I didn't bother with a shirt and took a run down to the neighborhood pool a mile or two away from the house. I couldn't believe how effortless it was to make that run and I was practically sprinting the last half a mile with almost no effort. I stopped at the pool, kicked my shoes off and jumped in before even looking around. When I came up for air, I was surprised to see my neighbor's daughter Haley laying out by the pool with her eyes closed and headphones in getting some sun in a cute bikini. She was maybe 22 or 23 and had just started grad school on the other side of the state. She must have felt eyes on her because she quickly sat up in her chair, opened her eyes and took out her headphones.

"Hi Mr. Matthews, I didn't see you come in. What are you doing here on a weekday? I'm surprised you're not at work. . ." she said.

"I could say the same about you," I replied. "I thought you left for grad school 2 weeks ago?" I asked her as I swam over to the edge of the pool nearest where she was sitting.

"I did go back to school a couple weeks ago, but my pharmacy grad school program has me working at all kinds of different locations around the state and yesterday and tomorrow I have to work not too far from here and it was easier to stay at my parent's house than to drive an hour each way. So here I am, taking a long weekend of freeloading w/ the 'rents!" she explained.

"Okay, well, good to see you as always, I'm going to swim some laps. Can you remind your mom to stop by tonight or tomorrow? My family's going to the beach this weekend for a week and she was going to take care of our pets. I need to give her the keys and show her where the food and stuff is."

"Okay, will do Mr. Matthews, I'm sure it's the least she can do since you guys watched our dog and took him for walks for 2 weeks this summer."

I started to swim some laps and then thought it would be a good idea to get some sun as well. I climbed out of the pool not far from where Haley was sunning and as soon as I got up onto the pool deck I heard a quick intake of breath from her direction. I looked over at her and saw her staring at me, and looked down and saw a huge bulge in my board shorts along with a very distinct outline of a moderately hard cock going most of the way down my thigh.

"Have you been working out? You look a lot different than the last time I saw you a few months ago?" Haley said, distractedly.

"Actually, I have magic powers. If I think about something, it happens. . . " I said mysteriously. "Haha, just kidding. Yeah, I've been working out pretty hard. Everyone wants to look good when you go to the beach, even at my age."

"Oh, okay, well, whatever you're doing, it's working. . ." she mumbled distractedly as she seemed to adjust her position so her legs were spread just slightly more than before and her hips were thrust out.

"Okay, well, have a good rest of your day. I'm gonna head home and take a nap and enjoy the rest of my day off," I said. "Remember, tell your mom to come by when she can tonight or tomorrow. And tell her thanks from me." I continued as I headed out of the pool and began to run back home.

I got home and took a shower to get all the sweat off of me and decided to see what my new cock could do, now that I had the picture of the hot girl next door fresh in my mind. I got in bed to take a nap and went back to daydreaming. I couldn't believe how hard my cock was at the mere thought of her being aroused by me. She's a hot college girl who hangs out with SEC football players! I slowly began to rub up and down and swirling around the tip of my cock and could feel my giant balls aching for a release. Right as I was about to start jacking in earnest, I heard the doorbell ring. Not sure what to do about the giant cock that was not rock hard, I grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and tucked my cock upwards into the waistband, which was silly looking, since it went past my navel and stuck out from my shorts by 4 or 5 inches. What else could I do? I threw on a baggy workout shirt and went to answer the door.

To my delight, was Haley, with her bikini covered up by a sundress and some sexy mirrored sunglasses on. When I opened the door, she didn't immediately respond until I said "Hi Haley, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, I forgot," she said as she snapped back to reality. "My mom's working late the next couple days, so I don't know if she'll be able to come over. I texted her and she said you could show me what you need to show her and then I'll show her and help take care of the pets while I'm home. And since we're both free right now, I thought I'd try to catch you before you got busy again."

"Okay, I guess that will work. Then by all means, come on in," I said. I held the door as she walked in and set her bag and sunglasses down in the foyer.

"Right this way," I motioned as I started walking towards the kitchen. "We have 2 cats, one of whom you probably won't see, he's really scared of new people, so unless you spend a lot of time here, he probably will hide from you. The other cat will probably not let you leave. He loves new people and will follow you around the house wherever you go," I explained.

I showed her where the food and water bowls were and about the litter box. Then I took her back to the laundry room.

"If for some reason you need more food than what's in the food container, there's more back here in the laundry room in the cabinet above the washer and dryer," I said as I reached up to open the cabinet doors. "I hope it's not too heavy for you to lift from up here," I asked as I pointed to the 30lb bag of cat food.

". . . . No, I should be fine. . . ." I heard her say and turned my head to look back at her. She was staring with her mouth agape. I looked down and realized that when I reached up to open the high cabinet, my shirt raised up and the top 5" of my still-hard cock was sticking out of my shorts. I quickly dropped my arms to my sides and gave her a sheepish look.

The look of awe on her face was priceless. She slowly looked up at me, now that my cock wasn't in view and realized that her mouth was open and snapped it shut. Finally, she seemed to pop back to reality and just said "Was that what I think it was?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was about to take care of some business when you rang the doorbell and it would appear that my business is still not resolved."

". . . Can I see it. . .? " she stammered. She seemed aroused and embarrassed at the same time.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea," I said. "I mean, my wife is due to come home in a couple of hours and I'm not sure your parents would be happy about this."

"I'm 23, I don't really care what my parents are happy about," she said, as she slowly put a hand against her crotch. "I've been with more than a few guys, and I've never seen one anywhere near as big as that."

Realizing, what the hell, I might as well enjoy this for all it's worth, I pulled my shirt off so she could see the top of my cock. It looked like it had grown another inch just from me seeing her put her hand to her crotch.

"Can I touch it?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied, as I dropped my shorts down from my waist to my hips so my cock would fall away from my body a bit.

With one hand still on her crotch, she reached out her other hand tentatively and gave my cock a little tug as I dropped my head back a little and let out a low moan.

"Ohmygod, it's so hard. . . "

She dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts all the way to the floor. "How big is it?" she asked in awe.

"I don't know, to tell you the truth. It's all pretty new. I wasn't lying when I told you I had powers at the pool. I don't quite understand it myself, but my cock was 7" this morning at its best, and now, I've got this horse-cock and I was in the middle of seeing what it can do when you showed up."

"Wait, what do you mean you have powers?"

"Here, let's go to the bedroom where there's a mirror," I said as she followed me into the master suite.

I stood her in front of the mirror and took off her sundress revealing her body in her bikini. She was definitely sexy. She had the smooth, clean-cut body of the typical girl next door. She was 5'6 or so, with an hourglass figure and maybe C cup breasts. She had a little bit of a big ass and hips for a white girl, but definitely still sexy. She also had a relatively flat stomach. She looked sexy as hell, with maybe just a little bit of that young girl baby-fat left on her. Basically, she would only get sexier assuming she didn't let herself go and gain 100lbs.

"Watch. . ." I said. She turned to face the mirror as I imagined her hips slimming and her butt going from just a little big and plump to sexy and toned. Then I imagined her breasts going from her C cup up to a DD and watched as her string bikini strained against the added weight.

"That's amazing. . . " she said.

"Is there anything about yourself you wanted to change or improve?" I asked.

"I've always wanted to be more toned and have sexy legs. And I've always wondered what it would be like to have bigger breasts. Thanks for these, I think I'd like to keep them."

I imagined her body getting more and more toned, and suddenly I had an idea. "Let's try something out," I said, as gave her a little smirk and imagined her having an earth-shattering orgasm.

She looked at me, unsure of what I meant when suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to moan and her hand went right to her clit and she collapsed onto the bed in the throes of passion.

After a minute or two to come back down, she looked up at me and said "Holy fuck, that was amazing. I need you, right now."

She got up from the bed and pull me over and sat me down on the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs. Her mouth found my cock and I immediately felt my balls twitch and a huge jolt of pleasure shot through my whole body, like someone touched the tip of my cock to a live wire. My head rolled back and a low moan escaped my lips and I leaned back on the bed onto my elbows.

". . . fuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk. . . " I moaned. "That feels incredible. . ."

The POV view of her practically gagging herself on my, now giant, cock was almost too much to bear. I pulled her up off of me and on top of me on the bed. Her mouth found mine as she maneuvered into position on top of me.

"I have to say, I really thought you were sexy before, in an experience older guy kind of way. Now, I can't even believe it. When I saw you get out of the pool, it was all I could do to keep from putting my hand down my bikini bottom and rubbing on out."

Slowly she worked herself down on my cock. It took her a few tries to stretch out enough to accept it, and each time she pushed down just a little more, she moaned "ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkkk. . ." lower and lower. Finally, with one final thrust, she buried my cock into her as far as it would go. The feeling of bottoming out on my cock with 3" to go was so much, she immediately came again moaning and throwing her head back with pleasure. After it subsided, she started bouncing up and down in earnest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that feels good," I said as she bounced on my pole. 

She grabbed her, also now giant, tits and squeezed them together and licked and played with her nipples. After a few minutes of her on top, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to finish. I grabbed her by her waist and picked her up off of my cock and flipped her over onto her back. Before she could even say anything or catch her breath, I shoved my cock into her and began to really fuck her hard.

The combination of size, speed, and strength of my thrusts was too much and she arched her back into another orgasm. Halfway through hers, I couldn't take it anymore and started to growl, "fuuuuckkk, I'm going to cum. . ."

"Yeah, Mr. Matthews, please cum on my new big tits!"

She didn't have time to say anything else. I immediately pulled out and started stroking my cock from just above her pussy. My balls were so swollen, I couldn't imagine what was about to happen. Slowly, as if from far away, I feel a fullness come through the base of my cock and after a few more strokes, the pressure mounts at the head of my shaft. With one last stroke, I can't hold it back anymore and the largest rope of cum shoots out in one long stream, covering probably 8 feet. This one rope is thick and sticky and goes from her navel, up across her stomach and over her right breast and across her face at the nose and into her hair and over her head 4 feet up the bed. Before I can even survey the damage of the first shot, I realize that I keep cumming. 5 ropes. 10. 15. 30 seconds, maybe 45 pass and by the time I'm done, I've literally covered her. She looks like she's been in a 100 man bukkake. Nearly every single part of her body is glazed with a thick layer of cum. Finally, as my orgasm subsides, I see her tongue slip out of her mouth and lick her lips, and one hand rubs her breast while the other rubs her clit and I slowly realize she's having an orgasm so powerful she isn't even making noise.




Wish Cums True Pt. 01



After another minute or two of aimlessly rubbing my massive cumshot onto her body, she finally comes to and sits up on her elbows and wipes some of the cum out of her eyes.

"Jesus Mr. Matthews, you weren't lying when you said it was a horse cock. That's about as much cum as about 10 racehorses. It was also THE hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"Call me Steve. . . and I'm glad you liked it. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, that's the first time I've used the new equipment. Seems like it went well for both of us."

With that, we both looked down and to my surprise, I was still completely hard. I took one look at her and said "Ever fucked in the shower before?"



Wish Cums True Pt. 02



After my run in with my sexy college-aged neighbor, I decided to take a little nap. My wife would be home soon and I wanted to show her the new body, and maybe make some improvements. I woke up from my nap to the sound of my wife Megan walking in the room.

"Hey honey, what're you doing home so early? I wasn't expecting you to be here. . ." she asked at seeing my sleepy form in bed.

"Oh, I wasn't feeling very good at work today and well, it was a slow day, so I took the afternoon off and thought I'd get some rest," I said.

"Oh, okay, well, I was going to go take a run before we go over to my parent's house for dinner tonight and pick the kids back up," she reminded me. "What doesn't feel good?" she asked over her shoulder as she walked into the closet to grab running clothes.

"I don't know, I just felt really tired and worn down for some reason, I thought I really wanted to take a rest. . ." I answered before trailing off as she stripped naked to put her running clothes on.

Megan is definitely a looker, and I was, and am still, extremely lucky to have her. She's 6' tall, maybe 135 or 140lbs. 36B-22-36 shape. She was and is sexy as hell to me, and probably to most people. Her gray-blue eyes are welcoming always and piercing when she wants them to be. She has shoulder length dirty blonde hair in one of the various versions of the 'Rachel' haircut from 'Friends'. However, she's not 21 anymore and despite being in really good shape for her situation, she has had 2 kids and the second one pretty recently. She's still really thin, but lacks a lot of the muscle definition she used to have when she played sports and ran all the time.

Seeing her sexy naked body in front of me while she talked about the logistics of our vacation coming up at the end of the week, I began to imagine what her body used to look like, and with my new powers of control, and I could see her abs tone up and get definition. Her breasts became taut and perky again and her legs became toned and defined as well and her ass. . . it looked like a damn supermodel. She now had the tightest ass, a washboard stomach, sexy toned arms and legs and the perkiest set of D cups (I upgraded, what can I say) you have ever seen. 

She was standing in our bedroom with no mirrors, so of course she didn't notice the transformation, other than saying her sports bra must've shrunk in the dryer. As we finished our boring conversation, I imagined one last thing: instead of the runners high that some people get, running would literally get her right on the edge of an orgasm. Her body was also in the fittest shape it had ever been, so I figured she would enjoy her run.

"Bye honey!" Her exclamation brought me out of my daydreaming.

"Have a good run, what time to do we need to leave for dinner?" I asked.

"Not until 6 or so, so we have a good few hours," she answered.

"Okay, enjoy your run, I'm going back to sleep. . ."

I woke up an hour later to the sound of the shower running in our bathroom and my wife's moaning. She had her back to me in the shower and appeared to be masturbating, or at least teasing herself pretty good. She wasn't having an orgasm, but she definitely sounded like she was getting near one. 

Slowly I crept over to the shower as I stripped off my clothes. Megan hadn't seen my new body or my new cock, which was now standing at full 11" or 12" attention (damn, I'm going to have to measure myself just to be sure). I silently opened the shower door to our big stand up shower, which was big enough to have a bench and enough room for 4 or 5 people to stand in with a shower head in the ceiling raining down and 4 shooting massage jets out of the wall.

As I put my arm over her shoulder and my hands between her breasts and the other arm around her middle, I whispered in her ear "How was your run?"

She tried to turn to face me, but I grabbed her solidly in my arms and said "ah ah, I like the view back here. . ." I didn't want her to see the new body just yet.

"My run was amazing. . ." she said breathily. 

"I've never had one like that before. It was almost orgasmic. I've been having a lot of trouble getting back to where I used to be with running 2 or 3 miles after work, but today it felt like I was shot out of a cannon and my body wouldn't let me stop running. I usually run 3 miles in 30 mins, today, without even realizing it, I ran 10 miles in 50 mins!"

"Well, whatever you're doing, it looks like it's working. God you look fucking sexy in here, and if I'm not mistaken, it sounds like you were trying to get off when I came in. Do you need some help with that?" I queried in a low and sexy near whisper while I pulled her body back against me and rubbed my mostly hard cock between her ass cheeks.

"Mmmmmm, that would be lovely. . . but I thought you were sick?" she cooed, with her head arched back as I played with her breasts with one hand and ran the other across her pussy.

"Oh, I'm feeling MUCH better," I assured her. I could feel her pushing her body back against me and grinding her ass on my cock. She started to reach behind her to get a hand on it, but I pulled her arm back in front of her and again whispered in her ear "ah-ah, not yet."

My wife is not a slutty woman, she's not really into oral either giving or receiving, but she definitely likes to fuck, and she also likes to be a little controlled in bed and told what to do. I grabbed both of her wrists over her head and held them there while I rubbed every inch of her body with my right hand as I kissed her neck and ears. 

With the hot water streaming down and in between our bodies, I could feel her arching her back and pushing back into me as she let herself go to my hands. I ground my dick against her ass and rubbed her clit for a while until I could tell she was right on the edge and then I stopped and waited for a few minutes, just kissing her neck and pressing her body into my body. I did this a few more times, each time, getting really close to her letting go and I could tell she was getting off on my teasing, but combined with her edging during her run, I could feel she was getting a little frustrated.

Finally, with my third attempt to slow back down from a near orgasm, she finally hissed over her shoulder "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to break your legs! I need you inside me, RIGHT NOW!"

I could see in her eyes that she was past the point of playing games and just wanted to get fucked, and I wasn't about to miss the opportunity. Her pussy was so wet from the run and the edging and the handplay and the sexy teasing, it felt like it was dripping down her leg like the water from the shower. 

Not wanting to waste any time, I put her hands on the wall and pressed them there in an implicit command to keep them on the wall. I took a half step back and pulled her ass to me as she arched her back, just waiting for it to happen.

Finally, I lined up my now completely hard and giant cock at her entrance and grabbed onto her hips with 2 hands and pushed forward gently. I could feel her body tense as she realized that my formerly 7" long and 2" in diameter cock was now 3" wide and much much longer. At first her pussy didn't seem like it would be able to stretch to accept it and I heard her wimper slightly until I gave a quick thrust suddenly felt my cock head pressing against her cervix.

"F-f-f-f-f-uuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkkk," Megan hissed as she arched her back and threw her head back against my shoulder in an involuntary spasm. 

"Oh my god! Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed as I began slowly pulling out all the way and quickly thrusting back in. After another minute of this, I began to thrust harder and faster and pulling her hips against me with each thrust. She slowly whimpered until she was almost making no sound and when I stopped on a downthrust to tickle her clit, she screamed "Oh yes, fuck, I'm going to cum, please keep fucking me-eeeee-eeeee". 

With that, I began thrusting at a rapid pace again and I could feel her body tensing and spasming against mine and I could feel her pussy milking my cock with very intense waves. That started to send me over the edge and I could feel my orgasm coming on soon. Hers was just winding down I could feel her slowly calming down. 

She could tell from my grunting that I was close and sluttily told me "Cum for me baby, anywhere you want, I don't care. . . " with her voice trailing off contentedly as she pushed with her arms against the wall to push her ass towards me.

Finally over the edge, I pulled out of her, and stroked my cock once or twice before shooting a giant spurt that started at her tailbone and went all the way up her body, in, on and over her hair and maybe a foot up the wall. I'm not even sure she noticed, but I watched, for maybe 30 or 40 seconds as 8 and then 10, and then 12 of these giant spurts of cum shot out and just COVERED her back.

Finally finished, I pulled her back up against me, rubbing the cum between our bodies as I kissed her over her shoulder.

"Jesus Christ I needed that," Megan said. 

"Me too," I responded. "Good thing we're in the shower, we both made quite a mess!"

Almost for the first time, she noticed how sticky we both were. She looked at her back over her shoulder, and then ran her fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, jesus, what the fuck? Did your cock get bigger?" She said as she reached behind her. 

Grabbing a hold of my cock, which was still completely hard, she turned and said "It did, what the fuck did you do? Holy shit, you're ripped, and I am too, what happened?"

"Well, my wish came true, in more ways than one. . . " I said cryptically. "I can change how people look and think just by thinking it. Look, you're a D cup now and I've got a giant, always-ready-to-shoot-a-gallon-of-cum cock!"

"If I hadn't seen you do it and still be hard, I wouldn't have believed it, but I do. As crazy as it sounds."

After our shower, we decided to leave the kids with her parents for the night so we could play around some more. After 3 more sessions of the best fucking we ever had, we ran out of sheets. 

Megan had been covered by so much cum, that I think she began to start liking it. However, she wanted to set some ground rules.

"Okay, first things first, that thing is always ready to go, you're going to need to get fucked like 3 or 4 times a day. I love the sex, I mean LOVE it, holy shit, but I can't do that. So, I will let you take care of that thing with other women, but only one 2 conditions. . ." she said.

"Okay, what two conditions?"

"One, you can't get emotion involved, I love you, you love me, we have a life and a family together that needs to be number one. . ." she stated. "And that goes both ways, I might feel the need as well. . ."

"Okay, that's fine, I don't want more strings in my life, I like the ones I have now. . ."

". . .and Two: you have to tell me about them when it happens and fuck me if I want to while you're telling me, and that DEFINITELY goes both ways," she said.

"Well. . . " my voice trailed off.

"What?!" she said with surprise.

"Well, I came home late this morning and our neighbor Haley stopped by. . ."

"You asshole! I hadn't even told you you could yet!" she shouted with mock outrage. "Tell me EVERYTHING. . ." she demanded as she straddled me on the bed and pulled me in for a kiss.



Wish Cums True Pt. 03



Writer's note: for those who tl;dr part 1 or part 2, I made a wish in a dream to be able to physically and mentally change myself and others. As a result, I went from a tall out of shape dad to a sexy hot model type with an insatiable lust for sex. Here is part three, where I start to really have fun!

*****

Now that I had the blessings of my wife, it was time to have some more fun with my powers. I thought about what to do, and where to go, and then I remembered Carrie. About a year ago I hurt my back playing basketball and I had to get physical therapy to get it fixed. Part of my physical therapy regimen was getting a massage every 2 weeks. My physical therapist recommended a massage spa across town and I went and saw Carrie for 12 sessions over 6 months.

I called up the spa and made and appointment and asked specifically for Carrie. The girl who answered said that the only appointment she had left was her last of the day at 4pm, so I booked an hour and tried to think of how I would get through the rest of the day until my appointment.

After running 15 miles and taking a nap, my alarm woke me up at 3:30 for the appointment. I threw on some golf shorts and a polo and started driving over to the spa. When I arrived, Carrie was at the main desk where the receptionist usually sits and talking on the phone. She smiled brightly when she recognized me and held up one finger to let me know she would just be a minute.

". . . sir, I'm afraid that's not our policy. I understand that things come up and you might have to cancel, but if you can't make it for your appointment, you're going to have to forfeit your deposit or reschedule for another time. . . You're going out of town for a month, then I'll have to charge your card the $40 deposit to hold your appointment. Sir. . .?" She looked up at me, "He hung up. I guess he didn't need that $40."

"What're you doing out here? Don't you guys have a receptionist/office manager lady who usually makes appointments and manages the clients?" I asked.

"We do, but Sue went home sick after lunch. I think she got food poisoning. You're lucky you got your appointment, there's been no one to really answer the phones since she left since Katrina and I are always in with clients and without Sue here, it's been just us two all afternoon. Thank god you're my last client, I'm not sure this day could get any worse. Katrina's in with her last client of the day and with no one else here, at least it should be pretty quiet from here on out. Anyway, let's get you back and get started so we can all get out of here. . ."

I couldn't believe my luck. I was hoping for a little privacy during this session. I was also curious about Katrina, but that was beside the point. As Carrie stood up to open the door to bring me back to the massage room, I got a good look at her. She was just as I had remembered. She was a very petite woman, maybe in her late 20's or early 30's. She was maybe 5'1 at best and I couldn't imagine she weighed more than 105lbs. She was very thin, but wiry. Not much of an hourglass figure, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on her and her muscles were extremely toned. She also had a thigh gap that you could put a can of red bull in and not touch either sides. She was wearing black yoga pants with no shoes on and a black tank top with what appeared to be no bra underneath with a light blue button up shirt unbuttoned on top.

Walking behind her and seeing her taut ass bouncing in front of me was definitely having an effect. I tried my best not to get hard, but only prevented my cock from coming to full attention. We got into the massage room and compared to the heavily air conditioned reception area, it was extremely warm, which explained the long-sleeve shirt she was wearing. The room itself had muted wall sconces that cast a light glow around the room. It was dark enough that your eyes had to adjust for a few minutes, but not so dark you couldn't see anything. There was some new age music playing and a water feature to give some humidity and sound effects. In one corner of the room was an overstuffed chair and diagonal from that was a love seat with a shelf full of oils and towels in between them. In the middle of the room was a full massage table. The kind with the U shaped head pillow and covered in warm leather. Across from the door we entered, there was a bathroom attached to the room.

"Okay, you know the drill, go get comfortable and hop on the table under this towel and I'll be back in a few minutes when you're ready. I've got to go check on Katrina and her client," She said over her shoulder as she walked back out of the room.

Not wanting to waste any time, I went into the bathroom, got undressed down to my boxer briefs and laid down on the massage table, pulling the towel on top of me. I wasn't sure about getting naked just yet. On my previous visits, I never did, but she often would move my underwear out of the way to get my lower back and hamstrings. But at the same time, I realized that my cock was already semi-hard and straining at the material. If I didn't want to scare her off, I figured I'd have to hold it back until the time was right.

After about 10 minutes, Carrie peeked in the door to see if I was ready to go and saw me very relaxed on the table. I didn't see her come in because my head was in the U shaped pillow, but I saw her feet below my face and rose up on my elbows to get a look. As I suspected, now that we were getting started, she had taken off the long sleeve shirt and was just in the tank top and yoga pants.

"So, Steve, what brings you by today? Is there anything that's bothering you? You look like you've gotten in pretty good shape since I last saw you!" She said as she patted her hand on my back.

"Yeah, there's something I need rubbed alright. . . " I thought. "No, nothing specific, but I've been working out really hard to get back in shape lately and pushing my limits, that I just want a massage to help me recover," I said. "You're the first person I thought of!"

"Okay, well, in that case, it's good to see you back in without having you be injured first. Let's get started. Put your head back down and relax. . . " she said while lightly pushing my shoulders back down.

I laid back down on the massage table with my head in the head pillow and my arms tucked on top of the towel at my sides. She pumped some oil onto her hands and slowly started to work the muscles in my shoulders and upper back. After a few minutes, she switched to my upper arms and triceps. It felt extremely good. She had a soft yet firm touch and she knew just how long to put pressure on each stroke and where each muscle needed the pressure. I could feel myself getting extremely relaxed as she slowly turned each muscle group into putty in her hands.

"You must've REALLY been working out," she said. "You weren't exactly terrible before, but you definitely didn't have this kind of definition. Whatever you're doing, I'd say it's working!"

"Thanks!" I mumbled. "I've been working from home on this new project, so I have really flexible time to work out."

After about 10 or 15 minutes on my back and shoulders and neck, she moved down and started rubbing my feet. Her oiled hands making quick work of any outstanding muscle aches I had in my feet, she slowly worked her way up my calves and hamstrings towards my ass. As she got closer and closer up my leg, I couldn't contain my growing cock anymore and I felt it spring out of the waistband of my boxer briefs.

"Thank god I'm lying on my stomach right now. . ." I thought to myself.

I felt her hands get up against the bottom of my boxer briefs and she said "I've got to rub your hamstrings, they seem real tight, so I'm just going to push these up a little, is that okay?"

"mmmmhhmmmmm. . . " I answered, pretending to be sleepy and not paying attention to the fact that her hands were literally 4 inches from my rapidly solidifying monster cock.

She folded the towel over to get it out of the way and pushed up the legs of my boxer briefs as much as they would go and really dug into my upper hamstring/ass cheek. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan and I swear I could feel her hands stop what they were doing for just a split second when I did.

"Okay, let's turn you over and get the front side if you don't mind," she said as she unfolded the towel back down on either side to widen its coverage and then lifted the towel so I could flip over and she wouldn't see anything. Thank god for that. Despite my efforts at controlling it, my cock was sticking at least 3 or 4 inches out of the waistband of my underwear and my balls were stretching the crotch seams. It seemed part of having this giant new cock was that it needed a release CONSTANTLY.

I flipped over under the towel and hoped she wouldn't notice it just quite yet. There was still a lot of time on my massage, and whatever was going to happen here today, I wanted to at least make sure I got as much massaging as possible. She started off rubbing my chest and the front of my shoulders leaning over my head. I was face to face with her perky little breasts with what seemed to be only a thin layer of black fabric between us. I could see her hard abs working in the crack between her top and bottom and the sight made my cock jerk just a little under the towel.

"Boy I hope she was looking down. . ." I thought. She didn't seem to react, so I closed my eyes just to be safe. She worked her way down my chest and then moved towards my stomach. "Here comes the moment of truth. . ." I thought. She was working her hands down my sides and rubbing the muscles in my hip. The anticipation of her being so near my cock was making me throb. First one hip and then the other her hands went underneath the towel. 

Finally, she looked at me and said, "Okay, I'm going to have to push the band down a little to rub the bottom of your obliques, okay?"

"Uh, sure. . . " I replied a little unsure.

She was still looking at me when she folded the towel over and then she looked down. There was no reaction at first, but after a few seconds she blinked and looked back over at me.

"Um, holy shit. . ." she trailed off while looking at me questioningly.

I just shrugged sheepishly and said "Sorry, it's been awhile and you're really sexy and your rubbing feels really good, I can't help it."

She absentmindedly put her hand on my cock and gave a half-hearted tug causing me to roll my eyes back and throw my head back. In her tiny hands it looked positively massive. She pulled the waistband of my underwear down to my hips and rubbed the bottom of my ab muscles on either side of my cock without ever taking her eyes off it. Finally, she looked back at me and slowly started to rub my cock.

"Oh my god that feels so good. . . " I moaned. The whole massage had been a slow sexy build up to this point and I was already ready to burst.

"You know, we usually charge extra for this sort of thing," she said.

"What?!" I cried as I lifted up onto my elbows. "What do you mean, USUALLY? I thought this was a therapeutic massage place not a rubdown joint?"

"It is," she said. "I would say 80% of our clients are unaware of our 'extras menu' because either they're not regulars or they don't think to ask or I don't like them enough and tell them we aren't that kind of place. But with the economy in the tank, for certain regulars who make it worth our time, the girls and I have to do what we can to pay our bills. We never have sex, it's always just hand stuff, but it's a pretty good way to get a 50% tip."

I can't believe my luck. She's not only super fucking hot, but she also seems to not mind jerking off guys for money. The thought of her being dirty and sexy like this instead of just a chaste masseuse made my cock jerk in her hands and brought us both back to the present.

"God that feels so good, you must have a lot of practice," I ask.

"I guess you could say that, I do the extras maybe 5 times a week, but that's an extra $500 or so a week that I get to keep, which makes a huge difference. In fact, sometimes we can get extra tips by doing extra stuff. When you were here getting ready and I was checking in on Katrina, it's because her regular client wanted to have a 4 handed finish, and without Sue here to get you all ready for me, I had to leave you for 10 mins to go finish him off with Katrina."

"Holy shit, you jerked a guy off before you came in here? I had no idea this place was this dirty! Why didn't you mention this when I was in here for my PT? I could've used some extras then!"

"Well, I don't usually bring it up. Most of the extras menu is available to regulars who hear about it from other regulars. We don't solicit it, because that can get us in trouble. But I thought you were cute before and if you had asked, I'd have told you the menu."

"Does this mean I need to pay $100 to keep you doing what you're doing?" I groaned.

"No, she said, the first one's always free and tipping is up to you. Plus, it's Friday and you're my last client of the day, so I'm feeling generous."

With that, she took her hand off of my cock and pulled her tank top off. "Here, just to give you a visual. . . " she said. Her body was fantastic. She was toned everywhere, with not a spare ounce of fat that I could see. Her breasts were small, but absolutely perfect. Big A cups, maybe like the size of a pear split in half with perfect tiny erect nipples.

Carrie slowly hooked her fingers under the band of my boxer briefs and started tugging them down. I lifted my butt off the table so she could get them off and my cock sprang up wildly like an angry ruler.

"Jesus you've got a big cock. . ." she said as she grabbed it with her hand and started stroking it one handed. My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned again "Fuckkkkkkkkk that feels good. . ."

She started to use two hands on my cock, stroking it up and down. Her hands were so small, that even with two hands she struggled to reach around my cock fully. She changed her pace up, speeding up and then slowing down, and after a few minutes, she switch up and started swirling her left hand around the top of my cock head while still stroking rhythmically with her right hand. As soon as she started this, I could tell it wasn't going to be long. After about 10 seconds of the swirling, my hips began to wiggle and my cock started bouncing in her hands and I couldn't make a sound. I was so transfixed by the sight of her tiny hands and tiny titties and sexy face, it was all I could do to keep my eyes from closing and my head from flying back and my back from arching, but I damn sure wanted to watch what was about to happen.

". . . come on, cum for me baby. . ." she cooed, and right as the words were out of her mouth, a massive load of semen shot out of my cock. It was thick and viscous and literally went straight up 4 feet and hit the ceiling tile. I watched her face, almost in slow motion as it happened. Her mouth was curling up into a sexy devilish smile when she saw a blur fly past her face. Her sexy confidence immediately changed into awe, and her mouth dropped completely open, not quite believing that she saw what her eyes told her she saw. Her head leaned back to look up and the goo flying and when she did so, her hand dropped and stroked my cock again, but also changed the angle from straight up, to right at her. 

Without realizing it, she had just pointed a cum hose at herself. The next several shots hit her on her perfect little breasts, then her neck, and then her face as she tried to block the cum with one hand and point my cock away from her with the other. The fifth blast shot over her head and the tail end stuck in her hair and dripped down her pony tail. She finally managed to get it pointed away from herself and let go of my cock and as it flopped down onto my belly, the final shot went 2 feet over my head as I narrowly missed cumming on my own face.

After ducking a little to avoid my own facial, I looked up to see her completely covered in cum from belly button to the top of her ponytail. She just looked at me with shock and awe on her face and wiped some cum from her lip with her finger and tasted it. She was about to say something, when I heard a voice over my shoulder say "Holy fucking Christ that was hot. . . ".

Carrie's eyes immediately left me and looked at the door, and I looked over my shoulder and saw the face of a young woman who couldn't have been more than 23 or 24 sticking through the doorway. As soon as we looked at her, she began to close her eyes and moan deeply and I realized she had been masturbating to our little show. Her orgasm was sexy as she moaned and leaned against the doorway muttering ". . . fuck fuck fuck, oh god, ohmygodyesfuck. . . " before she finally caught her breath and looked up at us hungrily.

"Did you enjoy the show Katrina?" Carrie stated, breaking the silence.

"Well, I was finished with my client and I was going to leave for the day and I was going to pop in to say bye because I didn't think he was one of our 'special' clients and then I saw what was happening and I couldn't help it. My boyfriend's been out of town for like 2 weeks on business and I haven't been getting much love at home," Katrina said as she finally turned the corner of the doorway and into the room.

The first look at her was simply amazing. She was almost the exact opposite of Carrie. She was at least 5'9 or 5'10, she had long wavy/curly chestnut brown hair with auburn highlights flowing down past her shoulders, and she was beyond busty/full figured. She wasn't fat per se, but she had to have at least a 36DD bust and 36 hips. She was curvy, with an hourglass figure and all kinds of sexy. She walked over to the shelf in the corner and grabbed a couple towels and some wet wipes and then walked over to the massage table. At this point, I was like a deer in the headlights. I wanted her to stay, and didn't want her to get scared and leave, so I just laid very still. She took a washcloth and started wiping the cum off of the base of my cock and around my balls.

"This is Katrina, in case you hadn't picked up on that yet," stated Carrie bluntly. She took a wet wipe from the pile Katrina brought and began to wipe the cum from her face and neck. The whole cleanup operation took about 4 wipes and a bath towel to finally get her back to somewhat looking cum free, and she didn't really get it out of her hair.

"Oh my god you have such a huge cock, I can see why Carrie brought you in to our 'frequent clients extras' program. You've also got a pretty rocking body. . . " Katrina said while slowly trailing off her speech as she rubbed my abs with a wet wipe.

"This whole thing was Katrina's idea," explained Carrie. "She's worked here for almost a year, but her job before that was as an escort. She really wanted something that was more regular and less dangerous, plus her new boyfriend is okay with her past, but doesn't want her fucking random guys all day."

"Yeah, now he only cares if they don't pay me $1,000 first!" joked Katrina.

"Hi, I'm Steve," I said weakly as I reached out my hand. I was still treating the situation like it could dissolve at any time, so I was wary about being too strong or forceful. I also wasn't sure where it was going, but eager to let it play itself out since I was laying naked on a massage table alone in a spa with a sexy topless spinner and a busty amazon who was busy running her hands on my cock to clean up the massive amount of cum a just shot all over the room.

Katrina shook my hand and as she pulled her hand back to pick up the soiled towels and wipes, a huge gob of my cum fell down from the ceiling and landed on the back of her hand with a splat. She looked at it curiously and then held her hand up to her lips and took a tiny taste of it with her tongue.




Wish Cums True Pt. 03



"God, I love cum," she said lustily. "You should've seen the other client. Carrie had to come in and help because he likes a very specific finish. He likes to sit on the edge of the table and have her reach around and jerk his cock while I crouch between his legs so he can cum on my tits."

All this talk of cumshots on her perfect breasts made my cock strain and both ladies looked down at my crotch.

"How are you still hard after all that cum you just blew?!" said Carrie.

"Actually, I can usually cum as many times as I want without any loss in hardness or volume," I stated, matter-of-factly. "At least I haven't come to a limit yet, and believe me, I've tried."

"How many have you had in one session?" asked Katrina.

"The best I've done is eight within about an hour or so, but even then, I ran out of time, not out of cock," I bragged. "In fact, I can make it bigger or smaller too, or change things on other people too. . ."

"What? I don't believe you!" Katrina almost shouted.

Without saying another word, I closed my eyes and imagined my cock getting bigger and bigger until it was about 2 feet long and as thick around as a large can of soup. My balls were the size of softballs and my sack hung low and tight with the weight. When I opened my eyes, both Katrina and Carrie were completely mouth agape. My cock was so big now, that it couldn't even support its own weight, and flopped around on my stomach bouncing softly.

"I, I don't even know what to say. . . " muttered Katrina.

"How is this possible. . . " trailed off Carrie.

"It works on others too, watch!" I said. I closed my eyes and imagined them switching bodies. 

When I opened my eyes, they both were completely speechless again. Carrie's now-Katrina sized giant tits were hanging out without a shirt on and she immediately grabbed them and started cupping them. Katrina's clothes fell loosely on her, now that she was much shorter and petite. She looked like a pre-teen who was trying on her mom's bra.

"Oh my god, I've always wanted to have bigger breasts, these are fantastic. . . but holy shit are they heavy!" said Carrie. She was fondling Katrina's body so much that I closed my eyes and made her breasts super sensitive, and almost immediately, Carrie began to have a total soul-melting orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, she threw her hair and head back and arched her back and nearly fell over as her legs buckled and she had to catch herself against the massage table. I took this opportunity to imagine my cock back to its new normal state of 10"-11", since I'd need an elephant to fuck with it at my current size.

While I was watching Carrie orgasm and resizing myself, Katrina had managed to strip completely naked. Or at least took off her shirt, the rest fell to the ground on their own based on her shrinking. She immediately started bending and stretching in Carrie's body and feeling all around.

"God damn Carrie, you have an amazing body! I feel like I can do cartwheels," she said. She then took to exploring her new pussy, which was completely shaved and had an extremely swollen clit/labia that looked almost comically big on such a small frame. Her ass was tiny and round and completely toned and she looked like she had a 24 pack of abs going. Her tiny tits were amazingly perky and her nipples were very small with protruding eraser heads from her arousal.

"Holy shit you are tight girl! I can barely get one of your fingers in here, how often are you getting fucked and by whom if you're this tight?" asked Katrina incredulously.

"That orgasm was the first one I've had in months. I've been working too hard, and this business keeps me very busy," said Carrie, leaning against the table for support after her monster orgasm. "It's actually hard to find a good guy these days. Many are turned off and want someone more like you with the T&A and curves. I've had some guys say they like me, but when it comes time to hook up, they say it's like trying to hook up with a 14 year old and then I'm left going home alone."

"Well, I have something that might help with that," I said as I sat up and started rubbing Carrie's clit with my fingertip.

"But you're married, aren't you?" asked Carrie.

"I am married, but with this marathon horsecock, my wife gets as much as she can handle, and she's told me in no uncertain terms that she can't keep up with it, so I should find as much on the side as I can so as not to exhaust her. However, I do have to tell her everything that happens, so I hope she'll like this story."

Without a moment's hesitation, Carrie climbed up onto the massage table and straddled my hips. She positioned herself over my cock and slowly guided my inside while lowering herself down.

"Oh. . . . my. . . . god. . . . " she hissed with ecstasy. "It's so big, I feel so full, holy shit. . . "

She slowly started to rock herself forwards and back. I put my strong hands under her legs to help bear her weight. Even with Katrina's body and bigger pussy, I was still too big for her to bury my cock to the hilt. After a few seconds of her getting slowly going, she started to bounce all over my cock. Katrina sat down on the love seat and began to furiously jill off watching her body have Carrie's way with me while I had my way with Katrina's dangling breasts.

"This is so hot and weird!" muttered Katrina to no one in particular. "It's like watching a third person porn movie starring me in person."

By this time, Carrie was bouncing for all she was worth and getting really close to another monster orgasm. Her vocalizations were getting more guttural and high-pitched and I could feel her kegel muscles tightening in a rhythmic vice grip.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod, OHHHHHHHHH. . ." Carrie moaned as she completely lost herself in her orgasm.

After she came down from her high, she looked at me hungrily and said "I want you to tit-fuck me! Right now. I've always wanted bigger breasts, I'm going to try everything with them."

Not wanting to waste any time, I picked Carrie up off of me and sat up on the massage table facing Katrina on the couch. Carrie looked at me confused for a second and then I grabbed her by the armpits and pulled her down towards my cock. She got the idea of what I wanted to do, and got on her knees and wrapped my massive tool in her newly ample cleavage. She looked up at me with lust in her eyes and what a sight it was to see. With her tits wrapped around the base of my cock, I was big enough to go completely up underneath her chin. Without saying a word, she took the end of my dick in her mouth and began to slowly raise herself up and down so that she sucked and drooled on the top 1/3 of my cock while her tits massaged the lower 2/3s. I was in heaven.

After 10 or 12 strokes up and down, she lifted her head off my cock and said "Is this hot for you? I've never done this before, but I've seen it in porn and always wanted to try it."

I was so out of it with pleasure from the view that I could barely get my mouth to utter the words "this is absolutely fucking hot. . ."

With her mouth off my cock, she started using her tits to go from tip to base on my cock, varying the speed and pressure and always maintaining eye contact. She also started talking like a goddamned porn star.

"Come on baby, cum for me. I want to see it, I want to taste it. Don't hold back, make me your little cumslut. . . " and so on. I heard moaning in the background of this lovely XXX rated spoken word concert and looked up to see Katrina laying back with her feet on the floor and her butt hanging off the loveseat furiously masturbating herself in Carrie's body. She arched her back at the sounds of the dirty words and the surrealness of seeing her friend tit fuck me and beg for cum in her voice. Her taut body tightened up even further and her butt lifted up in the air as her body took over. She moaned loudly without saying any words as her fingers rubbed and prodded and caressed and her whole body spasmed in pleasure.

Between the sight of Katrina's orgasm behind her and the sight/sounds of Carrie's tit-fuck/blowjob combo, I couldn't hold back any longer. Carrie, sensing what was about to happen, tried to push my cock as far in her mouth as it would go while still rubbing my cock with her breasts. I was only loosely aware of my own guttural roar as the first spasm of my orgasm jolted through me. First one, and then two huge loads shot right down Carrie's throat, forcing her to pull back on my cock lest she start to choke. As my cock popped out of her mouth, a huge wad of cum that she was trying to swallow in vain dribbled down her neck onto her tits. At this point, she continued jerking my cock and the third shot completely covered her face like she got hit with a water balloon filled with cum.

She dropped my cock in surprise and I grabbed it and began to jerk furiously for the massive orgasm that was only halfway through. Because my cock dropped when she let go of it, my first 2 jerks each shot a huge load on one of Carrie's fantastic tits and as I raised up to finish jerking off, I shot another load into Carrie's hair and 2 over her shoulder that landed on Katrina's legs and stomach on the couch. Finally, my orgasm subsided and I looked at the carnage around us.

Katrina was just regaining awareness from her orgasm when she opened her eyes and saw my still hard cock after finishing with Carrie.

"Get over here right now, I don't know if that thing will fit, but I need to find out. . ." commanded Katrina.

Not skipping a beat, I jumped up and knelt between her outstretched legs in front of the loveseat. My cock looked positively huge next to her tiny petite body. With the base of my cock next to her pussy, my cock head reached all the way past her belly button. I slowly rocked my hips to rub my shaft against her swollen clit, which elicited sighs of encouragement. After a minute or two of this, she finally said "Come on, I need it. . . don't make me beg!"

I pushed my hips back and aligned myself with her. She felt so tight, I wasn't sure my finger would get in, much less my cock. However, in the heat of the moment, I was literally as hard as a steel pipe. Slowly, I began to press against her opening without budging. 

"Ugh. . . ungh. . . oooh, come on, push it in!" she hissed in encouragement.

Finally, I felt her starting to stretch out to accept my member, and with a pop, my cock went in at least 5 inches.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, god that hurts so good," she yelped.

I slowly began to work my hips back and forth, slowly pulling back and pressing farther, while making sure not to pull out too much and have to press back in again. After a minute or two of rhythmically stretching her out, I started to pull back and press in on deep, smooth strokes, almost to the full length of my cock. It was amazing to see, it almost looked like you could see my cock head pressing against her stomach when I was all the way in, but I'm sure I just imagined that.

Katrina on the other hand, was losing control. With her legs wrapped around me and my cock jackhammering in and out of her she was practically speaking in tongues. By this time, Carrie had come over and was sitting on the couch next to us, wiped mostly clean of cum and watching the show while I alternated between playing with her big tits and grabbing Katrina's hips and thrusting for all I was worth. She began almost speaking in tongues almost, if the only discernable words were filthy curses or sex words. 

"Oh, god. . . fuck, yeah, fuck me. . . god. . . damn, holy, ungh! Keep fucking me, oh god. . . I'm so close. . . fuck, fuck, fuck, oh don't stop. . . . don't stop!" 

After what seemed like minutes of this, she finally reached the point of no return. "oooooh, just like that, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!" she screamed as her body took over and launched her into a massive orgasm. Carrie's tight body tensed completely as waves of spasms and pleasure washed over her. Her entire body tensed around my cock like an anaconda grabbing a tree branch in a hurricane and I could feel myself getting close too. With a few final thrusts, I passed the point of no return and dumped what felt like gallons of cum deep into her pussy with two or three thrusts. 

I came so much, that the sheer volume of cum pushed my cock out of her pussy with a wet plop followed by a very healthy dollop of cum dripping out. Not quite finished with my orgasm, Carrie jumped in and began to pump my cock in earnest. My final few shots, arced up and covered Katrina from clit to scalp in ropes and ropes of cum. By the time I was finally finished, it looked like she had been bukkake'd by about 10 men. There were at least 5 thick ropes of cum from her hips up her body, over her tiny tits and face, through her hair, and onto the upright cushions on the love seat. A couple of them even made it to the wall. Her pussy also dripped a steady stream of cum as her body was still spasming and she was breathing in low ragged breaths. I wish I had a camera.

"Now I see what you mean about how weird this is," said Carrie, breaking the silence. "It's like watching myself make a sex tape, except it's in person. God that was fucking hot."

Katrina wiped the cum from her eyes and sat up a little, which caused the cum on her body to dribble down and drip off her nipples. "I have to say, that's definitely the best massage we've had since I've worked here. I think we'll have to make you a regular!" joked Katrina.

"And invest in a steam cleaner for the carpets and upholstery. . . " joked Carrie shaking her head as she looked at the scene of the room. "I hope no one takes a blacklight to this room for awhile, it's looks like there was a gangbang here!"

"Well," I said, reaching for my wallet and pulling out some cash, "I hope this helps, I definitely would like to come back!"

"Thanks," said Carrie, "Every little bit helps. Plus, you got a lot farther than even our regular clients get!" she reminded me jokingly. "Do you want to take a shower? I think we could all use it. . ."

As the three of us headed back for the shower at the back of the place, I asked them "So, do you want me to change you guys back?"

They looked at each other slyly. Finally Carrie broke the silence, "Not yet, Katrina's boyfriend is fucking hot, I think he needs a visit from a 'stranger', if that's alright with you Kat?"

Katrina thought for a second, then said "Sure, just don't do anything I'm going to regret later, like anal! Besides, now I can take your hot little body and go slutting around town and no one will know it's me, so win win!" 

"Okay, all I want to know is, are you both free for a massage next Friday?"

"Yes!" they both said at the same time. I think this is going to be fun. . .



Wish Cums True Pt. 04: Wife Takes Adv



Ever since my husband had his crazy wish granted, things have taken a very sexy turn. It's only been a few days, but in that time span, I've been constantly horny, we've had sex more than we had in the past year combined practically, and I've been working out like crazy. Every time I even walk briskly, it feels like I'm 80% to an orgasm. My body has changed too, to the point where everyone is looking at me and I'm just constantly aroused by all the attention and my pussy is swollen and dripping seemingly 24 hours a day. In short, I've become insatiable.

I was hot before the kids and time combined to soften my body a little bit, but now. . . My body is like a victoria's secret model, or a fitness model. My D cups have zero droop to them, they're so soft and supple but firm and bouncey, that I barely need to wear a bra anymore (and I often don't). Often, I no longer wear panties, simply because I'm so wet all the time that they would just be soaked and in the way. I find that I've been masturbating like 5 times a day at least, and even more if I can't fuck my husband Steve. Work has been kind of impossible, I can't concentrate in meetings and I'm constantly rubbing myself off under my desk.

After a really long day at work, I just need to release all this tension. I've orgasmed like 8 times today, but nothing that ever seemed to release all of my built up pressure and I need to release it. My parents are over to watch the kids before we go on vacation, and Steve is on a business trip out of town. I decide it's time to hit up the gym. We have a membership to a local non-chain gym, and it's open for another hour. Just enough time for me to get in and get my workout done before they close. 

"Alright Mom," I say on my way towards the door. "Keep an ear out for the kids, but they should be fine at this time of night. I'm going to the gym, since you and Dad are here to watch the kids for us while Steve's working late."

"Okay Megan," said her Mother. "Have a nice workout, we'll be here until you don't need us anymore, and your father's already fallen asleep on the couch. . ."

Not wanting to waste another minute of gym time on chit-chat with my mother, I headed out the front door and hopped in the car and drove to the gym. When I got there, it seemed pretty slow, but I guess that's how the gym is at 10pm on a weeknight. There were a couple of ladies doing aquatic aerobics in the pool, so I decided to try the elliptical. When I got to the machine room there was only one woman walking slowly on a treadmill on the other side of the room. I started to do my elliptical workout, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. As I ramped up the speed, my body felt amazing! Thank god it was hot in the gym, because my pussy was drenched in sweat from my physical activity.

After a few minutes, the ladies in the pool and the treadmill lady had all gone into the locker room to go home. I was all alone in the big workout room, probably for the first time I can remember. With my jog building me up yet again to a crushing orgasm, and no one around, I ripped off my t-shirt, leaving me in just a sports bra and spandex and cranked the treadmill up to Usain Bolt. After 10 straight minutes running flat out I had to stop the treadmill. Exhausted physically but pent-up beyond belief sexually, I decided to take a walk around the gym to cool off.

I swung by the pool and it was empty and the lights were off. There was an older woman who looked like she was asleep at the front desk, but as I moved farther towards the back of the building I could hear noises coming from the gym. Through the thin-windows in the door to the basketball court, I could see a handful of guys playing basketball. Curious, I tried the door, but it was locked. Then I saw the sign taped next to the door: "Reserved for Practice 9-10:30pm". As I peeked back in the window, I could see what looked to be college age guys running plays and drills on the court. There were 5 guys, of various sizes, the smallest looked to be about 6'1 and the tallest looked to be about 6'8 and very physical. They moved with the ease and precision of a well-practiced team. However, I didn't see any of that, because all I could think about was which one had the biggest dick. My bet was on the small forward. He looked about 6'6 and really skinny and lanky. 

Without even realizing it, my hand crept down the front of my shorts and was slowly and deliberately caressing my clit. God it felt amazing. I then noticed the time, 10:25pm. These guys must be finishing their practice soon, and I got an idea. I picked my gym bag up and went into the locker room and stripped and got in the shower. This gym was old-school and just had one big open area for showers with about 8-10 shower heads arrayed around the room and a table covered in towels at the entrance. I picked the farthest shower head with my back to the entrance and turned the water on full blast as hot as I could stand it. For a few minutes I scrubbed myself down and blasted away all the sweat off my body, but then I couldn't help but think about the basketball players.

Realizing no one was around, my hands began to explore my body. The hot water running down between my breasts, my left hand caressing my breast and my right playing with my clit was moving me very rapidly towards an orgasm, so much so, that I didn't hear the voices. Suddenly, I was aware I was not alone and opened my eyes yet again right before an orgasm to see 4 of the basketball players standing at the benches in front of the showers with their mouths open, frozen by my display of masturbation.

"Miss. . ." said the smallest of the 4, obviously the point guard and leader of the group. "I think you're in the wrong locker room. . ."

"Yes! My plan worked!" I thought to myself. "Oh god, I'm so sorry guys! I must've not been paying attention from my run and went into the wrong room!" I fake stammered as I used one hand to cover up my crotch and my other arm to cover my breasts. I could see all four start to get aroused and looking at me like a lion would look at a piece of meat. Realizing that I had their attention and could probably ask them to commit murder for me, I finished setting my plan in motion. 

"Actually," I said dropping my hands to my sides and standing tall and showing off my assets and turning the shower off. "I was maybe hoping you guys could help me with something. . ." I wanted to see who would talk first, and I was hoping it was the small forward. He looked sexy in a non-chalant way, like an NBA player crossed with a surfer. He had longish dirty blonde hair, extremely broad shoulders with a very lean/athletic/wiry build and really long arms. Unfortunately, the shooting guard spoke up first, I guess he would have to do.

"What is that?" Shooting guard asked with an arched eyebrow and what appeared to be a slight lean or step forward.

I decided I would just lay it out there: "Well boys, I've been trying all day, but nothing's working. I'm pent up, and I need to get fucked. That's the only thing that will satisfy me," I said, while matter-of-factly making eye contact with each of the four. They all reacted at my words, but all non-verbally. Point guard's eyes looked like they were going to shoot out of his head as he whipped his head around to look at his teammates. The Center, who was 6'8 and really strong, with very dark skin and a shaved head, just smirked, like this sort of thing happened to him all the time (or like he's seen plenty of porn). The shooting guard took two steps forward while looking at me confidently and I could see a growing erection in his basketball shorts. But I was looking at Small Forward. He seemed so non-chalant about it. He was looking at me, but softly, with no straight up desire or worry. And he just sat down on the bench and started unlacing his shoes with his back to his teammates.

"Which one?" asked Shooting Guard, who as the pretty boy, was obviously expecting to be my target.

"Any of you." I practically growled. "ALL OF YOU! I just need it!" I practically screamed. I could feel my pussy's wetness running down my leg now that the water wasn't on. I walked forward, towards Shooting Guard, since he was the closest. After a few steps I was face to face with him on the edge of the locker room and Point Guard and Center were looking on and Small Forward was packing up his bag with his back to me. Without any hesitation or introduction, I simply got down on my knees and pulled Shooting Guard's shorts down and began sucking on his cock.

He was a good looking guy, 6'2 maybe, dark brown or black closely cropped hair with blue eyes and an olive complexion that could've been Latin or Greek or Italian. His rapidly hardening cock seemed pretty great too. As I began working in earnest on his shaft with my mouth and hands and making eye contact, I could practically see steam shooting out of his ears. He leaned his head back and made a low guttoral moan and pulled his shirt off, revealing a well-toned body with a couple tattoos.

"Oh shit!" I heard Center say in the background. "[Power Forward] is going to be so pissed he decided to skip the shower tonight! Damn!"

Not wanting Shooting Guard to waste a precious load without fucking me, I stood up and slid over to the bench in between them and said "What are you waiting for?"

Shooting Guard didn't waste any time, he stepped out of his shorts and underwear and walked up behind me naked except for his high tops, which has to be some kind of funny parody of the porn stars who always fuck in high heels. Without a second to waste, his hands were all over me from behind, squeezing my breasts and rubbing my pussy and feeling across my body. Quickly, I bent down and put my hands on the bench and ground my ass backwards into him and he immediately got the idea. Instantly I felt his cock jam into me from behind and start forcefully pounding my pussy. He felt like a good 7 inches. Not spectacular, but a girl could work with much less. He also seemed to know how to use it. Within a couple thrusts, I could already feel close to an orgasm. I felt his hands on my hips, and then more hands, playing with my breasts.

I couldn't hold back any longer, my body started to shudder as my first orgasm hit. I arched my back and moaned repeatedly as Shooting Guard fucked me with no abandon. When I finally opened my eyes, Center was sitting before me on the bench completely naked with his cock out. That orgasm was good, but it wasn't the release I needed. I needed MOAR!! I took Center's cock in my hands, getting a feel for him. His cock was massive. Like an anaconda. About 8" long but very thick and powerful feeling in my hand. I immediately pulled his cock into my mouth while trying to maintain eye contact. I wanted to see his face the moment my hot mouth got on him, but it was hard to do while being fucked from behind. I went straight to the deep throat, not his whole cock mind you, but as far as I could go and I could see his eyes roll back in his head. I began to time my strokes with Shooting Guard's strokes so in effect he'd be shoving Center's cock in my mouth with each thrust.

After a couple minutes of being a 'chinese finger trap' I felt Shooting Guard's rhythm change. Sensing he was getting close, I pulled off of Center and turned around on the bench and took Shooting Guard back in my mouth and began wagging my ass at Center. 

"I want to see it. . ." I moaned in between strokes on his cock with my mouth. "I want your cum."

I could feel Center's hands on my hips guiding me down, so I lowered myself satisfyingly onto his cock. The sudden change in cock girth made me gag a little bit on Shooting Guard's cock in my mouth, but god it felt so good. Almost like when Steve fucks me with his giant cock. I slowly began bouncing my pussy down on his as Center leaned back slightly and watched me go to town. I could feel his hands on my hips and my ass and occasionally my breasts. Shooting Guard was getting close from my sloppy BJ and the sight of my bobbing up and down on his cock. He started to rhythmically thrust his hips ever so slightly on each down stroke and after a few more seconds, he grabbed the back of my head with his left hand and pulled his cock out of my mouth and began jerking it while his low moan turned into an almost roar.

After a couple jerks I watched as his cock spat out several shots of cum at my chin and neck and cheeks and he seemed to almost crumple from the effort of unloading on me. His thick load sat on my face, hot and sticky and musky and sexy as hell. I leaned back against Center and bobbed on his cock some more until I couldn't hold back and began another orgasm.

"Oh, god, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck yes, oooooooooooh yes!" I cried as I rode him for all I was worth. When my orgasm was over I crumpled back against Center, who was now supporting both our bodies. My head was resting against his shoulder while I rocked slowly on his cock almost spent when I heard him whisper in my ear, "You like this, don't you girl?"

Without even opening my eyes, I turned my head slightly so I could make eye contact with him and breathlessly whimpered "Use me. . . please! I need it. . . Don't stop!"

Center grabbed my hips again with both hands and started to lift me up and down on his cock like I was his personal fleshlight, and it was amazing. His strength was unbelievable and I could almost immediately feel another orgasm welling up in me as his cock pounded in and out of me. Soon I felt his rhythm change too, slowing down slightly and changing the angle. His cock rubbed me just right and just as I launched into another orgasm on his giant black snake, I felt him pull me off of his cock and watched as he reached around my waist with his right hand and jacked the cum out. As I closed my eyes for my orgasm, I felt his first shot of cum hit me in the mouth and stretch all the way down between my breasts to my navel in one long warm gooey line. Several more smaller ropes shot out onto my stomach and the bottom of my breasts as my back arched and I finished coming again.

When I opened my eyes, Center lifed me off of his lap and laid me down on the bench. I looked up and saw Point Guard straddle my waist completely naked with his already hard cock between my tits. Without a word, I wrapped my tits around his cock squeezed between my hands and he started thrusting for all he was worth. After about 30 seconds, he couldn't hold it and pulled out and shot about 5 quick hot ropes of cum all over my tits and chin.

"Sorry," He said sheepishly. "I couldn't help but fluff myself a little and you're so hot, I got carried away. I almost came when [Center] shot his load on you. . ."

"Don't worry about it," I said, lost in the physical, mental and emotional pleasure of having 3 hot guys cum on my body. I leaned up a little on my elbows and saw Small Forward with his back to us in the shower. "Man, this stud is cool as a cucumber. Or maybe Gay?" I thought to myself.

"Hey [Small Forward]," yelled Point Guard. "I think she's needs you too!"

Small forward looked over his shoulder at us, and then turned back and shut off the shower. He walked over, and as he got out of the shower, I couldn't believe it. He was absolutely beautiful. Wiry and lean and all muscle, with broad shoulders and no tattoos and not much body hair. But his cock. As he got closer I could see it, and it looked to be about 5" and good proportioned and his balls were large and heavy and swayed back and forth as he walked. He had the easy confidence of someone who knew what he had and therefore didn't give a shit what anyone else thought. As he got closer, his cock began to get harder at the sight of what his teammates had done to me. He straddled the bench wordlessly between my legs, his cock sticking up and bouncing around as he scooted towards me.

"Have these guys helped you out enough or do you still need some more?" he said with a sexy smirk.

"Please. . . I'm so close to getting the release I need. I need more!" I pleaded. "Do whatever you want, just fuck me, and get me off one more time. . ."

I leaned forward a little and grabbed a hold of his cock. It had grown quite massive. Maybe 10" and almost too big to fit my hands around. I gave it a couple of slow tugs and positioned it against my pussy. Small Forward spread my legs around him, grabbed my hips and slowly buried himself in my pussy.

"Fuuuuuuck that's good!" he said as he backed out and pressed in again, his face changing into a wince of pleasure.

"God. Damn. Ohhhhhhhhh!" I shouted as he began picking up speed. "Fuck your cock feels so good! I was beginning to think you were gay! You didn't pay any attention while your friends fucked the shit out of me!"

"I definitely have the biggest dick, hell, if I fucked you first, [Shooting Guard] wouldn't have been able to touch the sides after I was done with you!"

For what seemed in my head like hours, Small Forward fucked me expertly. I orgasmed several times as he changed angles and rhythms, but then he found a groove and my body tensed up like I was storing in a huge electric shock. It was intoxicating, watching his giant cock pound my sweet pussy while I could feel the other guy's cum dripping down my body and drying up in sticky streaks. He started fucking me deeply and slowly, changing his angle slightly with each thrust and waiting a slightly different amount of time before slowly and forcefully thrusting back into my pussy. The other three guys were aroused again and had begun jerking off to our display and I was only slightly aware of the steady stream of moans escaping my lips. First Point Guard, then Shooting Guard and then Center all came over and jerked next to me one at a time until they came on my face and tits and stomach and everywhere. Finally, I could feel Small Foward getting close, and it was pushing me closer and closer as well.

With one final deep and methodical thrust, angled perfectly to catch my g-spot and my clit, he pulled out and flopped his massive hard cock onto my belly and jerked out a huge load of cum. His final thrust had set me over the edge and when his first cumshot arced in the air and hit me right above my right eye in a line all the way down to his cock head, I could no longer hold back. My back arched and I let it all out. 8 or 10 orgasms and about 24 hours of pent up energy released in one electric shock through my body. My mind entered a fugue state and I may have blacked out. When I came to, however long later, all four guys were standing over me naked just gawking at me naked and satiated and covered in about 7 loads of cum. It was everywhere.

". . . Can you take a picture and send it to me?" I begged, barely able to get the words out. Small Forward bent down and grabbed his phone out of his bag and snapped a couple pics and I gave him my number to text them to me. "No one sees those but the 4 of you, right guys?" I asked, regaining myself after the fog of my orgasms finally receded.

"Yeah, I'm good with that, what about you guys?" Small Forward asked.

"I'm married," Point Guard replied. "I think it would be best if we don't even talk about this, but damn I'm going to remember it."

"What are you going to do with them?" Small Forward asked me.

"I'm going to send them to my husband so he can enjoy himself on his business trip!" I say, as I mentally make a note to give Small Forward a booty call if Steve doesn't get back home soon. . .



Wish Cums True Pt. 05: Business Trip



For those who haven't read the first parts of the series (since they were posted MONTHS ago) a TL;DR primer: I woke up from a very vivid dream where I had 3 wishes and my three wishes come true. I gained the powers to change physical form/skills/attributes for myself and others, as well as control/introduce thoughts in others, along with a shitload of money and some 3rd wish I haven't decided on yet. Also, my wife and I came to an agreement that I could fuck whomever I want as long as I tell her about it and then fuck her too... 

It had been several weeks since my wishes came true and changed my life. I've had plenty of fun fucking my wife and many other women. I'd hooked up with my masseuse and the sexy college girl next door. I've even gone online and hooked up with several escorts a day because why not. But so far there was one woman I wanted to hook up with that I hadn't been able to crack and I just figured out a way to make it happen.

At work today, I found out I'd have to go on a last minute business trip the rest of the week with Rachel, my sexy co-worker and friend. We were good friends and always hung out and things never got sexual other than when talking about our wife/husband, but I always thought she was super hot. 

She wears sexy office clothes and is about 5'8 with blonde hair that's an inch or so above shoulder length. She has sexy glasses that make her beautiful green eyes seem bigger than what should be possible. She's got a very sexy body to match, more of a curvy girl with big C/D cups and a full apple bottom ass. She's not the runner/athlete type, but more of a Marilyn Monroe/50's pin-up girl body. Normally this isn't my type, but her attitude was both playful and familiar and it drew me in. She flirted with everyone, but only up to a point and seemed fiercely prudish and loyal to her husband. For mental images, see link to similar girl.

As I got to know her and her husband though, I knew that she might put up a facade of a librarian, but behind the scenes, she was a FREAK and only her husband go to enjoy it. Apparently they were like rabbits and rarely went more than 12 hours without fucking each other. Who can blame them, they were both hot and didn't have any kids yet or any other responsibilities outside of work. But I had an idea that I could use on this trip to get with her and have her never be the wiser.

The trip began and as was the usual case was pretty boring. We were flying out to Nebraska to a client site to troubleshoot some issue they were having and give proper assurances that we could get them back on track. All three days of the trip were grueling 8-10 hour days full of meetings and walking the call center floor and visiting with stakeholders and working on servers. I was preparing to spring my trap on our last night in town. We were there for part of a software system production launch, which has to take place after hours or on a weekend, so our final meeting was Saturday morning with a flight home on Sunday and then we got a free day off from work on Monday for travel and working on the weekend.

The first day of the trip, every time we got a few minute's downtime, I pretended to work on my laptop or check my phone, but I used my powers to introduce very very naughty thoughts of fucking all of the good looking men at this work site into Rachel's mind. I could see she was very confused by this, but also she seemed to get more and more flustered as the day went by and finally when it was over, she skipped out on dinner with our clients to go back to her hotel.

The 2nd day, Friday, I got a little bolder. All throughout the day, during meetings, during downtime, when she was on the phone with our boss, I used my powers to instantly bring her right to the cusp of an orgasm and hold her there for a few seconds and then make it all disappear. 

By the end of the day, I could tell she was flustered and I imagined that she was sopping wet from being that close and not being able to go take care of it. At the end of the day, she had to go to dinner with the team and her and I had a few drinks afterwards and she was definitely on edge. She kept saying what a weird day it was and how she just wanted to see her husband Kevin, but that when he found out she was going to be gone all weekend for work, he went with some friends to a beach house that had no internet for skype and he'd probably be out partying so he couldn't talk to her on the phone.

Luckily for our trip, while she was distracted by repeated near-orgasms and constant XXX-rated thoughts, I had been getting our work done and our meeting that was slated for all day Saturday finished early at about 11 am. The whole morning I kept up the near-orgasms and in between introduced all kinds of naughty thoughts into her head like her husband cheating on her or her fucking the hot waiter at the restaurant. After the meeting was over, I asked her to lunch to celebrate getting out early.

At lunch, we talked about our plans and how unfortunately we couldn't move our flights earlier to get home earlier. I told her that I was exhausted and wanted to go hang out in the pool and hot tub and she said she would probably finish her drink and then go relax in her room since she wasn't feeling well. Now was my chance! Earlier in the day, when she was in the ladies room, I grabbed one of her room keys from her purse. Now that I had a few minutes head start, my plan kicked into overdrive.

I ran upstairs to her floor and found her room and let myself inside. I pulled up my phone to find some pictures of her and her husband and then looking in the mirror, I changed my body to match his. I already knew what his voice sounded like, so that was an easy change. However, I kept my cock. Since the change, I've increased my size from 7"-ish to 12" and much thicker. I didn't think she'd mind. I set up my cell phone on the desk with it's camera facing the bed and then I got undressed and crawled under the covers and pretended to sleep.

Not 5 minutes later I hear the door lock click and the door push open. I hear Rachel come in, but she hasn't noticed me yet. She goes immediately into the bathroom and turns on the bath to begin filling it up. Then she walks out into the room and I can hear clothes being thrown onto the bed. I stir a little in the bed and she gives a quick scream, causing me to pop up on the bed and look at her.

"Kevin?! Oh my god you scared me. . . What are you doing here? And how did you get in the room? she asked, incredulously.

"Hi Rach. . . sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, but I thought you wouldn't be back to the room for like 4 more hours so I decided to take a nap. I came because you seemed so sad and lonely in your messages and I wanted to surprise you. Steve said you guys would be back in mid-to-late afternoon so I flew out this morning and got here right after you guys left for your job-site. I got into the room because you booked this hotel using our shared rewards account, so I just showed them my ID and they made an extra key for me," I explained.

While I was talking, she went into the bathroom in her bra and panties and skirt with sexy patterned stockings on and turned off the bath. The fact that this was working got my cock a little hard, especially seeing her with her top off. When she came out of the bathroom, I gave her one more near-orgasm and watched her eyes roll back and her legs get shaky at the foot of the bed.

"Are you alright Rach?!" I asked concernedly while pushing the covers off of the bed a little. I had improved Kevin's body so the size was roughly the same and the face and voice were a match, but his physique was much more muscular and toned along with the cock, which, unless he had a monster cock I wasn't aware of, would be new to her. 

I jumped out of bed to be by her side and help her back up when she looked hungrily at me and said "I don't know, I've felt weird the last couple days, like super horny without being able to get off. I'm so glad you're here, I've needed you so bad. . ."

Her voice trailed off as I began to kiss her and pull her in close. My cock bobbed between our stomachs and my hands roamed her body and unhooked her lacy bra and then tossed it to the floor. She hungrily kissed back and rubbed her hands across my chest and back appreciatively, while not actually commenting on the extra muscles. I pulled away from her kiss and roughly turned her around and pulled her back against me. Whispering filthy things into her ears while letting my hands roam over her tits and stomach and pubic mound, god her body felt amazing.

She reached behind her back and started rubbing and stroking my cock and moaning, finally turning her head to me and saying "Please fuck me, please. . . I need it so bad, I've been trying to get off for days and I can't without you!" 

The passion in her eyes was amazing. Kevin was a lucky dude if he got even half of that passion from her on the regular. Not wanting to waste any time, I did exactly as she suggested. I unzipped her skirt and slid it down her sexy legs along with her panties and stockings. She bent down at the waist as I did so and pulled the stockings off her feet and stepped out of them while I went back up and started eating her out from behind.

She moaned in pleasure and froze with her hands on her ankles and her ass in the air, her body literally quivering in anticipation of an orgasm. She did ask me to fuck her though, so very quickly I stood up straight and lined my cock up to her opening and pushed it in deep in one fluid motion.

"Oh FUCK!!" she screamed before putting her hand in her mouth to stifle the noise. She started to straighten up as I began to rhythmically thrust into her from behind and I grabbed both of her arms at the elbow to hold her body upright and bent over while I pounded her. I could feel she was getting close to an orgasm, so I mentally pushed her over the edge, but limited it to a quick short orgasm. She screamed and moaned and shook while I pounded her from behind and I told her I was going to cum. 

She seemed disappointed, but her inner slut kicked in and she jumped off my cock to kneel in front of me and said "Yes, cum for me baby, let me see it!" as she jerked my cock in front of her tits. She must do this on the regular with her husband, but she didn't know the outcome was going to be different.After a couple more strokes, I couldn't take it any more. "Oh god Rach, I'm gonna c-c-cum!" I moaned as she continued jerking my cock. I could feel the first spurt welling up and then without any further warning, a huge gob of cum shot out and landed right on her forehead, leaving a line of cum from her left tit, up her cheek and over her glasses.

"Ahh, shit!" she yelled in surprise, right as the second spurt shot out and landed on her right eyebrow and dripped over her glasses and down her cheek onto her tit.

"Ohmigod!" she shrieked as she kept stroking and the cum kept coming out all over her face and hair and tits and neck. After about 8 more ropes had covered her, my orgasm subsided and she let go of my cock and leaned back to keep all the cum from dripping on the hotel room carpet.

"Holy SHIT Kevin, I think you missed me too. . ." she said with the sexiest cum-wink I've ever seen. Then she got up and walked into the bathroom and wiped most of the cum off before coming back out into the bedroom. 

She missed some bits here and there, but seemed reasonably cleaned off as she walked up to me sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood up to kiss her and my still rock-hard cock bobbed up and down between us. I pulled her in for a passionate kiss and then picked her up and laid her down on the bed. With one hand, I pushed her hands up behind her head and gave her a look that said "Stay! Good girl. . ." and slowly kissed from her lips, down her breasts and stomach and finally to her sopping wet pussy.

I started to go down on her and within 5 minutes she'd had 2 more orgasms, but I wouldn't let her have a big one. I wanted to build up to it. She seemed temporarily relieved by them, but even more pent up afterwards and was just insatiable. Finally after going down on her for 15 minutes and getting her off a few more times, I wanted to finally let her have her mind-blowing, pent-up-frustration clearing orgasm to end all orgasms.

I flipped her over onto her stomach and straddled her legs with mine and entered her pussy from behind. From this angle, her legs were together and I could feel her whole body shaking. After slowly working my way up to speed, I started to pump my cock into her from behind hard and deep, with a slight pause at each end, varying in length to keep her off balance. I could feel her worked up to close to orgasming and I used my mind (and cock) to send her over the edge and off the cliff into a super orgasm.

I felt like I was riding a bull at a rodeo. Her whole body was shaking and quivering and she was screaming at the top of her lungs in complete ecstasy into the mattress while I pounded her deep from behind. Her orgasm went for a couple minutes that way, and without stopping, I flipped her over onto her back, while still orgasming, and began to fuck her deep in missionary. The whole time her head was thrown back in utter pleasure and occasionally she would look down at me with a look of confusion and awe at what was happening to her.

Finally, just as her super-orgasm was subsiding, I hissed "I'm gonna cum. . . " and pulled my cock out of her still-spasming pussy and jerked it over her stomach as rope after rope after rope of hot thick sticky cum shot out and left streaks that stretched from her belly button to over her head 2 feet onto the headboard. Finally after my orgasm subsided, I plopped down onto the bed next to her exhausted.

"Oh my god Kev, that was so fucking hot. I feel so much better. I'm so glad you came out and surprised me and jesus what a surprise it was..." she mumbled almost unintelligibly.

"Anything for you . . . and I'm glad you feel better," I said to her. Then I imagined her falling asleep and she quickly drifted off on top of the covers, covered in what seemed like a gallon of cum and naked as a jaybird. I got up and took a quick shower and threw on my clothes and headed back upstairs to my room with my camera to watch the video and probably jerk off a couple more times.

A few hours later when it was time for dinner, I called down to Rachel since I hadn't heard from her. She seemed pretty weirded out so I offered to stop in at her room on my way down to dinner. I got dressed and headed downstairs and knocked on her door and when she answered she was just wearing a hotel robe with what appeared to be nothing underneath it and a dazed look on her face.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Come in, sit down, I hope you don't mind I'm not ready yet. . ." she trailed off.

"Nah, it's fine, what happened though, you look like you've seen a ghost. . .?" I asked again.

"It's the weirdest thing," she answered. "After lunch when I came upstairs, I found Kevin in the room and jesus did we fuck the shit out of each other (we already talked to each other like this, so it wasn't out of character), and then I must've fallen asleep. . "

"Wait, Kevin is HERE? Then where is he?" I asked.

"He said he talked to you about our schedule so he could surprise me, he said he got my hotel room key because we booked the hotel under our rewards program, but now I realize that the hotel was booked by the company's travel dept so that can't be right. And he's gone... I haven't seen him since I went to sleep and there's no bags or anything here," she continued.

"Did you call him?" I asked.

"Yeah, I've been calling him for the last hour, but I haven't been able to get through to his phone and I've left some probably weird sounding voicemails on his phone. But I called all of our friends he's at the beach house with and talked to Kelly and she said that Kevin and a couple of our other friends chartered a fishing boat and have been out fishing since like 5am," she said, starting to get a little upset.

"Well, I didn't talk to him, and you've been saying you didn't feel well, any chance that you took a nap after lunch and just dreamed the whole thing?" I asked.

"Well, that's probably what happened, but if that's the case, then why did I wake up all sticky?!" she asked rhetorically.

"How indeed?" I thought to myself. Man, my wife is going to enjoy the video we shot, and this gives me some new ideas for fun in the future.

In the end Rachel bounced back and realized she must have dreamed the whole thing and was just exhausted/drunk from our trip and some drinks at lunch and seems to be none the wiser. . .



Wish Fulfillment



It was late. Audrey woke up to the sound of the neighbor mowing his lawn on Friday morning. He was old and mean, and he was spending a lot of time right beside her window it seemed. She tried to go back to sleep. Trying to get back to that place where she was just a few moments before. Audrey new she wouldn't get there. She tried anyway. Every once in a while she could get back to sleep. Just drift off. Today wasn't one of those days it seemed. She rubbed her eyes after a few minutes and sat up. She could almost taste something in her mouth. She stumbled to the door and went across the hall to the bathroom. 

She peed for a long time. Sitting there yawning. She still couldn't taste what it was in her mouth. She flushed and walked over to the sink. As she turned the water on she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was short, almost boyish, or so her Mother said, but she didn't understand girls who spent hours with hair products. She liked that it was easy and dried quickly. Her body was a little thick. she liked the way that her hips pulled in to her flat stomach. She liked the way her breasts rose to her tiny nipples. Gooseflesh rippled across her belly as she ran cold water over her hands and splashed it across her face. As the water warmed she brushed her teeth, trying to get the taste out. Trying to be a good girl.

After she washed her face and brushed her teeth she sat on the edge of the cool tub and ran some water. She used it to shave her legs, taking her time and enjoying the feeling of her morning, or sometimes afternoon, ritual. She spent some time shaving the edges of her sex; making sure that she was smooth, except for the perfectly edged patch of hair that covered her just barely. When she was finished she showered completely. Clean and ready to face the day. She dried herself with her favorite towel. It was older and kind of rough, but she just kept using it because she liked the bear in the suit that adorned one side. 

She walked across the hallway to her room with just a towel around her waist. Her stepfather was sitting in the kitchen. He was drinking coffee and reading the paper, probably the want ads. He worked only occasionally and never stayed in one place too long. Audrey's Mother supported the family mostly. He stared at her naked from the waist up. Audrey new she looked like a younger version of her Mother and she liked it. Her Mother was still pretty, and she knew that she'd still be pretty when she was married too. Just not to a complete loser like Tom.

Tom heard his stepdaughter moving around in the house. When he turned around from getting coffee from the machine he saw her naked backside retreat in to the bathroom. His eyes lingered at the younger, tighter version of his next ex-wife. She would be in the bathroom for twenty or thirty minutes. So he settled down to read the paper.

When she came out of the bathroom she was naked except for a towel wrapped around her waist. He stared at her, trying not to leer. He knew she was doing it on purpose. Flashing herself at him. She wanted something, he could sense it. He just didn't know if he was prepared to give it to her.

The two of them just watched each other for a few heartbeats. One of them was going to say something. Finally Tom gave up. "Do you want a cup of coffee?" It was stupid and inane, and Tom made an odd face as he realized what an idiot he sounded like. 

"I'll get it", she said, and then walked in to her room and shut the door. The idiot was practically drooling at her. It repulsed her, in some way, but it also intrigued her. She'd flirted with him a half a hundred times, mostly in front of her Mother, and mostly to get Tom in trouble. She looked at the clock and tried to decide what to do. She'd already missed her first two classes, but it was the last two weeks of school and they weren't really doing much anyway. She could still go to school, or she could just say "fuck it" and go to the Mall, or the shore, or somewhere but not here.

As she pulled on her bikini she made the decision to go to the beach. The black fabric molded itself to her warm damp skin and she pulled a sheer t-shirt over the top. She looked hot in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Something about wearing clothes, just a little bit, made her feel sexier than not wearing anything at all. She stepped into her flips and walked in out to the kitchen to fetch her coffee.

Tom was finished reading his paper by the time she came out again. She was wearing a bikini and a t-shirt. "Jesus Christ", he thought under his breath. She wasn't going to make it easy on him. He lit a cigarette as she walked past him and got a coffee cup out of the cupboard. As she bent over to get the milk out of the refrigerator he could feel his dick jump in his jeans. He wanted to reach out and cup her ass in his hands, he wanted to a lot.

Audrey stayed bent over for a few minutes, pretending to move things out of the way so she could get to the milk. She knew he was watching her and she was daring him to do something about it. She knew he wouldn't he was too scared of what would happen if he...

Tom finally cracked, he'd had enough of this tease wiggling her ass at him in his own house and he slapped her full ass hard across both cheeks. She stood up like a shot and slopped coffee across her t-shirt when he did it. He smiled to himself because he knew she wasn't expecting this.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing", she howled and tried to catch his wrist in her hand. He did something, twisted his arm just so, and caught her arm in his hand and twisted her around in a lock. She was standing there suddenly her coffee cup had smashed on the floor, and she hadn't realized until the spray had hit her legs. Her arm was caught up behind her and although it didn't hurt she knew she couldn't get free easily.

Tom slapped her ass four more times and punctuated each slap with a word. "Teaching... You... Some... Manners." She started to shake and she felt the flush of tears across her face and in the corner of her eyes. She wanted him to let her go, but she felt helpless and that taste was in her mouth again.

"Let go of me you dirty fucker, or I am going to tell..." 

"Going to tell your Mother? Do you think?" Let me do it", Tom whispered. "I'll tell her how you were walking around the house in a towel and then you were shaking your ass at me while you were making coffee."

Tom's hand was still on her ass and his other arm had her pinned to the side of the breakfast island. He was stroking it now, sliding his cool dry hands over the hot flesh still stinging from the impromptu spanking. Audrey didn't like this at all. She had made a mistake, and she was trying to decide how to get out of it. It wasn't going to be easy. In two weeks she would graduate from school. In ten weeks she'd move away to go to college in Iowa. Of all the times for her to go to far this was probably a bad one. 

"What the fuck are you going to do about it?" Tom chuckled. "You think your Mother would believe you?" He slipped his hand down across her bottoms and cupped her sex. Audrey pulled her legs together which drove his hand tighter against her sex. She started panting. He could see tears roll down her face and he knew she was scared. "So if you are going to tell your Mother, why don't I give you something really juicy to tell her", Tom hissed in to her ear. "Why don't you tell her that I took advantage of you, that you were a scared little virgin..."

Audrey had been on the pill since she was fourteen and Tom knew it. Ever since then she had been sexually active in one form or another. She knew, Tom knew, her Mother knew. Audrey also knew that the story probably wouldn't fly, unless...

Audrey reached down with her free hand and pulled Tom's hand harder against her. She rubbed his fingers across her lips and ground her pussy in to them. She could get him off and probably do it pretty fast, and then when he came she could show her Mom what was going on. She could prove it, just like the girl on television, the one who saved her dress.

"Oh God", she moaned. "Right there." His hand moved. "Touch right there!" Audrey spread her legs a little bit and started to enjoy it as he stroked her pussy through her bikini. His hands were strong, and much surer than her boyfriend Darryl. "Oh shit." She moaned loudly as he pushed her flimsy bikini down and went to work on her bare pussy with his hand. Her arm was ratcheted up behind her back and her tits were pressed against the counter. Her free hand was trapped under her and Tom was stroking her expertly. She couldn't move, she couldn't even pull her heels up and spread her legs like she wanted to, especially when his thumb slid into her pussy. She struggled because she knew he'd like it. Tom slid his index finger along her clit and fucked her with his thumb. She was cursing at him. "You dirty fucker. Stop it. Oh God. Stop that. You can't make me come. I won't come for a dirty old fucker like you. No, NO. Fucker."

Tom felt her struggling and hear the string of curses as he worked her little pussy. She was just like her Mother in a lot of ways and she'd probably like getting tied up too. He worked her pussy and her clit faster, then slower, then faster. She kept saying no, but she was so hot in her pussy. She screamed at him again. "No, no, no you dirty fucker I am not. Going. To. Oh GOD. I am not... Fuck. I'm coming you fucker. Oh shit."

He laughed as she finally gave in completely and he fucked her with his hand all the way through her orgasm. When she came out the other side her legs were shaking, and she was crying softly, so he picked her up and carried her to her room.

Audrey hadn't realized how hot she was until she started to come. She thought it was all an act and then she started to really feel it. What did they call it in Drama? Method acting. Tom really knew her buttons. He worked her in to a frenzy and restrained against the breakfast bar she had one of the hardest orgasms of her life. It was even better than the time that she had fucked Darryl last summer while her parents watched TV in the next room. It was better than when she stole her Mother's vibrator and laid in bed all day fucking herself when she was thirteen. Before she knew it she was being carried in to her room. She was crying a little bit and it felt good to be held like this. Even if it was Tom.

He laid her on the bed and pulled her top and t-shirt off. His mouth sucked her nipples and she would have swooned if she hadn't been lying down. His hands continued to work her, but very softly. Cupping her pussy and almost rolling it between his fingers. He stopped sucking her nipples and she opened her eyes just in time to watch his face bury itself between her legs. "Oh fuck no. I can't. It's too. Oh FUCK!" He was gently sucking her clit but when she started to protest he simply rimmed the mouth of her pussy with his tongue. Then he slid his tongue inside her, and she knew she wouldn't have long to enjoy it. He started to fuck her with his tongue. In and out, then rimming it again. She was approaching her second orgasm like an out of control train. She just gave in, grabbed his head with both hands and spread her legs as wide as she could. She wasn't even making words any more. She was just grunting and making animal noises in the back of her throat and her belly. She screamed her way through the second orgasm, and Tom didn't stop sucking her until she started to hit him on the back of the head. 

"You have to stop. It hurts. It's too sensitive right now. I can't breathe..." She stroked his hair and looked down at his face. He was smiling and her pussy juice was all over his face. Her pussy was soaked, and so were the covers bunched up under her ass. She could feel the juice still running out of her. She had never had that happen before.

Tom felt her come and then felt her squirt all over his face and the bed. He knew she was hot, and he knew he could do whatever he wanted. Her Mother squirted constantly, so it wasn't surprising when she did too. They had had to get a plastic sheet for a mattress pad when they had started fucking. Tom stood at the end of the bed and unbuckled his belt. He enjoyed her watching him as he took off his shirt and pants. Her eyes got big, and he smiled.

She was watching him undress and wondering what his cock would feel like. She didn't think she would fuck him. She wanted to stroke him off and maybe suck him a little in between strokes. So the when he came she could wipe it on her shirt and then he was fucked, literally. Tom pulled his pants down and she felt herself staring. His cock was average looking when he was soft, and she had seen it once or twice on vacation or at the pool when his swimsuit stuck to him. He was very hard and his cock was longer and thicker than anyone she'd ever seen. Darryl wasn't a slouch either, but he wasn't like this. "How big is that?"

Tom enjoyed Audrey looking at his body. He wasn't in great shape but he knew his cock was pretty impressive when it was hard like this. Her legs were open and so was her mouth as she looked at his cock, her eyes glued as she asked. "Nine, according to your Mother, I've never gotten out a ruler."

Audrey was rapt and a little in awe, but she was just as scared as impressed. "I don't think I can handle that. Can I just play with it? I don't even think I can get it in my mouth." She sat up and reached for his cock. It was like she was hypnotized. She felt the weight of it in her hand and felt her pussy getting wet again. She stroked it back and forth, getting used to it in her hand. She decided to use both hands. Darryl said it made him feel bigger when she did that to him, but with Tom she thought she needed both hands on his cock. 

Tom watched the little slut stare at his cock and take it in her hand. She was scared, and he liked that. A lot of girls had been scared of his cock, and he would never admit it out loud, but he liked making them take it. All of it. This little tramp was definitely getting it. He couldn't wait to fill her tight little pussy. He was patient though, and he just watched her stroking him off. His cock getting harder and her mouth getting closer and closer to him. She opened her mouth and licked the head a little. He could feel the tongue ring she'd gotten for her eighteenth birthday. He remembered his wife, the look on her face when she realized what tongue rings were for. He had chuckled and said that no one ever got pregnant giving head. He never thought he'd be in her mouth, but now that he was... "Oh Jesus Christ", he gasped as she locked her lips just past the head of his cock and slid her slutty little tongue around the head of his cock as she jacked him off. He felt his balls clench and felt her taste his pre-come.

Darryl loved her mouth on him. She spent a lot of time learning his cock, and also learning to use the tongue ring. He could barely take a minute of what she was doing to Tom. When she locked her lips around him and went to work she felt his balls clench and she was almost disappointed. She'd never sucked a cock this big before, and she wanted time to do it right. She thought he was going to blow but there was only one throbbing pulse, and just a little of his warm pre-come coated her tongue and the inside of her mouth. That was it. That was the thing she had tasted all morning. Salty, sweet, come in her mouth. She'd probably been dreaming of sex again. It happened a lot, especially when she heard the vibrations of the lawnmower in her sleep for some reason.

"More, suck it deeper", Tom was trying to put his hands on her head. Trying to put his cock deeper in her throat. She choked and coughed, which felt incredible on his stiff cock. He heard her say something with a mouth full of cock. It sounded like "sloo pigh". What she was probably saying was, "it's too big". He gripped the back of her head and just started to fuck her mouth. She was gasping and spit was drooling from her mouth. "gop" was all he heard as he just kept fucking her little whore mouth. He could see her face getting read and he could see her eyes rolling up when he let her off his cock and she fell back on to the mattress. He looked down at her young body and pushed her legs apart so he could slide between them.

"Stop, please, stop, I can't breathe". At least that was what she wanted to say. She couldn't get a breath and she couldn't talk with his huge cock buried in her throat. She had heard him talking to her mother through the door one night. She couldn't picture her mother taking this entire cock down her throat, but she heard him say,"Yeah that's it you bitch. Feel my balls on your chin". With Darryl that wasn't too hard, but with Tom that might be impossible. She could feel Tom tensing up and she thought she might drown if he came in her mouth. Suddenly she let go of her head and she flopped back on the bed just before she was sure she was going to pass out. She was dizzy and confused when he spread her legs and slipped in between them. Then she was scared again, and not even a little bit this time. "Oh fuck Tom it's too big. It's going to hurt too much. Please let me jack you off. I'll even let you come in my mouth of you just please don't put that thing in... Oh my God."

Tom slid between her legs and she started babbling about wanting to jack him off, but he wasn't having any of that. She couldn't swallow him, and he needed to fuck something, or anything. He hadn't been this hot in years. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips to make sure she was still wet. With all the gag-spit still on the head of his cock the tip set right at the mouth of her pussy and she just waited there for a few seconds. This was that part of fucking that he loved the best. No recrimination and no bullshit. Just his cock touching pussy and neither one of them disappointed because it hadn't happened yet. This was the purest seconds of being a man. Conquest, she couldn't stop him if she wanted to. He looked in her face as she pleads with him; he had been tuning her out. Caught in the lust in his own head. He pushed inside. Slow, like he used to joke, just the tip.

"OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP. It's too tight and I can't... Oh fuck. You. Dirty. Fucker..." She felt him pushing up against her. He wasn't pushing in he was just right there. She was babbling and she knew it but she thought she might talk him out of it when he pushed in and she started to come. He was very slow and deliberate. She didn't know it but it was a lifetime of experience with a really big cock. Push too hard, too fast, and the pain makes in unbearable for the woman. So it was a choice of either learning to fuck sheep, or learning to take his time. Tom took his time. He was being careful. He slid the tip in and when the head popped inside her he stop and just rocked back and forth. Her pussy was impossibly tight around his girth and she had reached past language as she came hard feeling her squirt loads of juice all over herself, and him. When she finished she sighed deeply and felt empty. She needed to be filled. She wanted to so bad. She just clinched her eyes tighter shut and moaned, "deeper."

He felt her come. She was incredibly worked up and she was also completely in her own head. Her eyes were tightly shut and her grunting and moans formed themselves into one word. He pushed in as she whimpered. Just a little at a time, sliding in and out in between each push. Her legs kept getting in the way. So he lifted her ankles on to his shoulders and stroked her deeply. Her pussy was so wet he expected it to be running. It was hot and smooth and tight. He didn't know how much longer he could last. 

She wasn't sure if this was her fourth or her fifty-fourth orgasm. She wasn't sure she could feel any space between them now. She was just coming. A wild animal filled to capacity with his huge, thick, incredible cock. Then something clicked inside her. She couldn't think at all. She was just whimpering "fuck me, fuck me, oh god don't stop Daddy fuck me." She felt his balls slap hard against her ass and she realized he was finally all the way in. They were both lost in their own head space eyes closed, until she said "Daddy."




Wish Fulfillment



Audrey hadn't called Tom Daddy since she was twelve years old. She didn't know why she said it right then either. When she did both of their eyes opened and they stared into each other's eyes. She was even more surprised at what she said next. "Come inside me Daddy, I'm a big girl now."

Tom felt like he had been stabbed. There was lightning running down his spine straight to his cock as he emptied his balls deep inside his stepdaughter. It felt like forever. Shot after shot of come ripped out of him as he kissed her for the first time. Their tongues met and the electricity passed through them both as she met him there coming inside her.

What seemed like much later was probably an hour. They both woke up, in each others arms. No one said a word. Tom picked up his clothes and walked across the house. Audrey lay in the bed feeling the come drip out of her pussy. She eventually wiped herself off, threw the sheets in the washer, and took another shower. She wasn't telling anyone about this, ever.



Wish Fulfillment Inc.



I believe a short introduction is in order before we delve off into my day to day fulfillment of people's wildest and sometimes most innocent, fantasies. I call myself Annalise. I work at The Playhouse. It's very exclusive and upscale and we do everything from therapeutic sensual massage to full out bondage S&M. And most importantly, the mistresses and masters all have the option to engage in sexual contact with their patrons or not to. So, it's not like I work at a brothel. But it is a nympho's dream come true. 

Our clientele is usually very well to do executive types, rich housewives that never see their husbands and other people that have enough money that they get whatever they want, whenever they want. I've even had a well-known actor or two in the time I've worked there. But, that's enough background, let me tell you about the session I had today. 

I have a client that is a CEO of a very profitable company, both of which will remain un-named. His fantasy is for me to dress in my schoolgirl outfit and spank him as he masturbates. Pretty tame compared to some, no real sexual contact. I feel more like a therapist in this, as he tells me all his problems at work, how his wife hasn't had sex with him since they conceived their 4-year-old son, and how he doesn't understand what happened to his life. Today was his weekly session, and I expected things to go as they had for the past 8 or 9 months. I was there, in my sex kitten schoolgirl uniform, ready with his favorite paddle, waiting for him to come in, take off his incredibly expensive suit and prepare himself, but today he came into my suite in a tizzy.  

"I want a change today, if that's ok," he said, practically tearing off his suit jacket. 

"Anything you desire," I replied, putting the paddle back on its hook on the wall. "What would you like?"

"I want you," he said matter-of-factly, looking me up and down as if he'd never seen me before. "I've wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you but felt guilty about it. No more. I want to taste you, I want to feel you around me. That is allowed, yes?"

"Oh yes. Most definitely." I never take clients that I'm not attracted to. This client I was especially attracted to. He had a slim, perfectly defined physique with a slight tan from long weekend getaways to the Bahamas, dark hair and steely blue eyes. He was the kind of guy that a normal girl would melt over, and deep down inside, I really am a normal girl. On top of all that he had a beautiful cock that every time I saw it, all I could think about was running my tongue all over the thick head of it and taking the whole thing in my mouth. 

He sat down on my bed, wringing his hands, a look of resolve on his face. It was his anniversary today and he had almost canceled his appointment, he explained. However, when he met his wife for lunch with tickets to the opera and a beautiful new platinum and diamond ring, which at this point, he had just offered to me, she asked for a divorce. What a bitch.

The ring box hit the floor as he grabbed me roughly, pulling me down onto his lap and hungrily kissing me. I could feel his hard cock, barely restrained by his slacks and I wanted it so bad I could hardly stand it. My head went all fuzzy and my pussy got all warm and wet just thinking about it. The buttons of my shirt went flying as he ripped it open. "God, they're beautiful," he sighed, cradling my breasts in his hands, admiring them as if they were works of art. The white lace demi-cups were literally overflowing and my hard little nipples were poking over the top. He pushed the lace down just a little more and took one of my nipples in his mouth. Gentle nibbling lead to something a little rougher that had me moaning in absolute pleasure. Usually I'm the one in a dominant role, even with the men that come into my office. They want a dominatrix type, and I'm ok with that overall, but sometimes, I just want to be taken. I want to be tossed around, in a careful not to kill me kind of way, but I want to feel like I'm a girl sometimes, not always an Amazon. Today was going to be my lucky day because he certainly was in the mood to take control and at 6 foot 2, in perfect athletic shape; he would be able to toss me around no problem. 

He reached around and unhooked my bra with a snap of his fingers and shoved my shirt and bra straps off my shoulders. I was kind of bound, as the two tangled up a little as they got pushed down my arms. He took that as an opportunity to grab my ass and stand. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he stepped over to my bed. He kind of tossed me down and started talking off his clothes. The tie and shirt were thrown aside, the belt pulled out of the slacks and laid on the bed beside my feet before the slacks and silk boxer shorts were puddled at the foot of the bed. I wiggled up towards the top of the bed as he climbed up on top of me. One hand ran up my thigh and hooked the string of my matching lace string bikini bottoms. I lifted my ass up off the bed slightly to help him pull them off. He shoved my schoolgirl shirt up around my waist and he wasted no time burying his beautiful cock in my dripping wet pussy. I had freed myself of the shirt and bra and my hands were running up and down his chest, over his wonderful shoulders and into his thick dark hair. His mouth was on mine again as he pounded his cock in my pussy, our tongues flicking back and forth, unable to get enough of one another. 

"I want to suck your cock," I requested as he bit my neck hard enough I was pretty sure I would have a mark. He pulled back and out and his cock was like fire as he pressed it against my mound. He raised up on his knees, looking to me for direction. 

"Lay down- I want you to really enjoy this," I said, moving out of the way. He propped himself up so he could watch me go down on him. I nestled myself between his legs and as I took his cock in my mouth, I locked eyes with him. My salty juices covered him and I deep throated him to clean them all off. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as my lips wrapped around the base of him. As I slowly pulled up, I traced circles along the underside with my tongue. It was just as perfect as I had imagined and the feel of him filling my mouth- the heat, the pulsing, the delicious size of him- it was all so pleasurable. I didn't want him to cum any time soon, so I leaned up for a moment and grabbed a tube of mint Pleasure Balm from the drawer beside the bed. I put a dab of it on my tongue and went back to fucking him with my mouth. He gasped, then moaned as I twisted my mouth all around his cock, coating it with the icy hot gel. It would create a whirlwind of sensations at first, then provide some slight numbness. I would be able to suck his cock twice as long without him climaxing, but after just a few more minutes of my oral seductions, he was asking me to ride him. 

"keep the skirt on," he said as I fumbled to find where the zipper was since it was all twisted up. I straddled him and slipped down on him- his hot cock filling me, feeling so perfectly made for me. He grabbed my hips roughly and rocked me back and forth. "Turn around," he commanded. I started to get up and he pulled me back down. "Without taking my cock out of that tight pussy." I pulled my legs up into a squatting position and gingerly started to turn. He grabbed me and pretty much spun me around like a top, stopping me abruptly with a smack on my ass. It stung just the right amount to make it feel oh so good. I caught sight of the belt still sitting at the foot of the bed and hoped that he would keep smacking me with his hand. The feel of each finger contacting with my skin- the pop of it- I wondered briefly if I could cum from being spanked. I'd never tried before. "Fuck me," he commanded and I complied happily. I ground down on him, the well defined ridge of the head of his cock rubbing on my gspot. He dug his fingers into my hips as he raised his hips hard to meet my strokes. I felt my pussy start to tighten up- I was going to cum soon. I think he felt it too- he smacked my ass again.

"You like that cock?" he asked, breath coming fast. 

"Yeah," I moaned, pounding down on him. My clit was hitting his balls as I leaned forward and fucked him harder. 

"Yeah what?"

"yeah, I like that cock. I love that cock in my pussy," I panted. I could feel my orgasm building in my legs, moving up from my burning calves through my thighs as I rocked back and forth. His hands were higher up, almost on my waist as he was pulling me harder and harder down on his cock. 

I was right on the edge of orgasm, one of my hands on my breast, pinching my nipple hard, the other on his thigh, digging my nails in. "Oh my god," I cried as it ripped through me with blinding pleasure. He pulled down hard, raising his hips high to get as deep as possible in my pussy as it spasmed around his cock. I heard his grunts and felt the spurts of cum as he came too, his cock feeling even bigger as he filled me with his cum. 

Much to my surprise, as I crawled off him, he grabbed ahold of my leg. 

"Hope you're not done already, because I'm just getting warmed up." 

I turned around and sat on the bed, legs spread and more than ready for whatever else this client had in mind. Just recalling that part of the day has me so worked up, I have to go take care of my aching, swollen pussy. ;)



Wish Gone Awry



I suppose I shouldn't complain. I mean I got what I asked for, in a way. It's all so confusing when I look back on it and try to make sense of it all. Everything was going so well. I had everything a guy could want and then Amber even went through with the surgery to fulfill one of my most secret and now that I think about it selfish desires. I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself. I decided to put it all on paper, being the analytical guy that I am, so that I could determine what to do next. Maybe you'll have some ideas and can let me know. 

I guess I'll just start at the beginning. My name is Tim and I'm what you would call an average guy. Around 5'-10" tall, short light brown hair, and wire rim glasses. I graduated from a large University in Ohio a few years ago, not too far from where I grew up. My degree, as everyone in my small hometown knew it would be, was accounting. My father was a CPA, his father was an accountant, and his father's father was a bookkeeper. I figured it was in the genes and who was I to go and stir things up. I'm somewhat reserved, which I believe comes with the accounting personality, which is why I considered myself the luckiest guy in the world. Not for being reserved, but for the girl I ended up meeting and marrying. 

Amber was a dream come true for me. I'm not going to kid you and say she was playboy material, but for me she came pretty darn close. I met her my sophomore year in one of the few courses I was required to take outside of my major - English literature. Our eyes made contact the very first day of class and something just seemed to click. I knew she would be the one. Amber was from a small Midwest town as well and several months into our dating I would find out she was a virgin like myself, saving herself for marriage. Our University was huge, but somehow it only seemed like the two of us from there on out. 

I really need to describe Amber to help you get the gist of what was to happen latter on. Amber has straight dirty blonde hair, sparkling emerald green eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles across her petite nose, which I find particularly sexy, especially when they matched the ones across the top of her breasts, which I was delighted to see on our honeymoon. Fortunately for me Amber stood only about 5'-4", so I always enjoyed a height advantage, even when she was in heels. Her butt seemed to match her nose, cute, and petite. I got an erection every time I saw her in a pair of tight jeans or workout shorts.  Probably the only thing more I could have wished for were a pair of big tits. Don't get me wrong, I loved her awesome ass, but I always bought the playboy magazine for the perfect breasts all the centerfolds seemed to have. Amber wasn't completely flat, but her 32As weren't her best assets. 

Like I said, we dated all through college. I ended up with my degree in accounting and Amber with her degree in nursing. Those were the days when I masturbated all the time. We had decided we would not have sex until we were married and in those days, pre-Clinton, that included ALL kinds of sex. We kissed, a lot, and I know she felt my erection pressing into her stomach more than a few times, but that was as far as we went. A week after graduation we were married and then it was off to a one hospital town about three hours from the University, where we both landed jobs. Everything went great that first year. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaah...that feels soooo good Tim," Amber cried out in the dark. Her first orgasm with me a few days after she had lost her cherry to me. 

"Uuuuuuugh...yeahhhh," I followed, thrusting my penis in her as far as it would go. "I love you so much Amber," I remember whispering in her ear as we lay there cuddling together in post-orgasmic bliss. 

It seemed like we had the perfect life. Great jobs, two incomes, a great midwestern town with little if any crime, and us. I remember the first night we had the light on while we were in the midst of foreplay kissing and Amber moved her head down my stomach until her face was right in front of my penis. 

"A penis, sure is funny looking," she said, "are they all like this?" 

I didn't know what the heck she wanted to know, so I took a stab at it.

"You're the nurse honey, you know some of them are circumcised and some of them aren't." 

"No, I mean size wise." 

The moment of truth for me. As I told you before, I'm an average guy, and in the penis department it didn't change. Fully erect I was around 4-1/2 inches long, but of course I rounded up. I had seen a couple of the black athletes at our school in the locker room, there weren't very many that attended the school, and I wasn't about to tell her what I had seen. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, or so I had thought. "Yeah, well I measure around five inches, which I would say is pretty common. A lot of guys are smaller and a few might be a 1/2 inch to an inch longer, but all in all the guys I've seen in the locker room are all the same." 

"That's what I thought," she smiled, "I love yours and I'm glad it's all mine!" she giggled and leaned forward and kissed it. "You don't think that's dirty do you?" she asked. 

"No..no!" I said, "I think it's great. I don't want you to be afraid of it." 

Then she stuck out her tongue and touched it. 

My penis jerked and she laughed. "Does that excite you, Tim?" 

"Oh baby, yeah," I moaned, wanting her to take it in her mouth. 

She licked at my dick a few more times and then rolled over so I could get on top of her again in our standard missionary position and stick it in her. Her pussy was so tight. I can still remember that feeling, trying to push myself into her and meeting resistance the entire way in. Her muscles squeezing me hard and keeping my penis erect. So much so that I always seemed to cum in a few short minutes. After we came down from our euphoria, she whispered those sweet nothings in my ear, "I hope it will always be this way Tim." 

Now that I'm writing it down, this is where the beginning of the road was that took use to another fork in a road and to another divide and so on, each time bringing us into uncharted waters that would change out relationship every time. 

I came home from work to my bride of two years and broke the news that the senior management at the accounting firm had sold out to a national company and that they were shutting down our office in four weeks. Our options were for me to forge out on my own, go back to school for an advanced degree, or look for a new position in another city. Amber comforted me and pretty much took it in stride. 

"Don't get down, honey, you're very smart, I'm sure there are a dozen places that would hire you." 

"Well, the job market's pretty tight right now, and I'm not the best at communications. I don't really want to have to start marketing myself." 

"Did you talk with Mr. Hatcher? He always seemed to be very up-front and honest with you." 

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. He said he had a shoe-in job for me that actually pays $10,000 a year more than I'm making now." 

"So what's the problem?" Amber asked happily. 

"The catch is, it's in South Florida." 

"And..." she hesitated. 

"What do you mean, and? We've always lived in Ohio. We've never even been to Florida before." 

"Come on Tim, be adventuresome. It's not like we have two kids we're dragging along. Let's see if it's our destiny. I'll poke around tomorrow and see if they have any openings in hospitals in that area and if they do we can go for it!" 

After that it was a whirlwind. There was a great job only a few blocks from where I would be working for Amber, with higher pay, and they were even going to pay for moving expenses. Three weeks later we said goodbye to friends, family, and our life in Ohio and set off for the great unknown. 

* * * * 

To say things were different in South Florida would be an understatement. For two naïve Midwesterners it was like we had landed on another planet. The pace of my job was triple what I had experienced in Ohio and I found myself spending a lot of nights at the office trying to keep up. Amber seemed to like her job, but she didn't speak Spanish, which limited some of the people she could talk with, both patients and fellow employees, and she didn't have all the same friendly down to earth white folks as patients that she was used to. 

Another thing we noticed was that due to the never ending warm weather, people didn't wear much in the way of clothing in their leisure time and whenever we went out everyone seemed to come right off the pages of GQ or People Magazine. For me it seemed like there was a never-ending see of bouncing breasts and deep cleavage every where I looked. I hoped Amber wasn't checking out all the muscular square jawed hunks that lined every bar and restaurant we went to. 

One night during a late dinner at our condo, Amber dropped a bomb that as I look back on it was the second fork in the road. 

"You're not going to believe what happened to me today," Amber suddenly spouted out as we dug into the spaghetti and meatballs she had thrown together. 

"What?" I asked somewhat absorbed in my own long day at the office. 

"It must have been a freak of nature," she continued staring off and shaking her head. 

"What...what?" I asked again, now that she had my attention. 

"Well..." she hesitated, "it's kinda weird. Promise you won't be mad? I was just doing my job." 

'What the hell could this be,' I thought, looking at her innocent face, "I promise," I said. 

"Well, I was taking care of this patient. A big black man, dark as I had ever seen. He's in his late fifties and...well, he had pushed the nurse button." 

"And?" I asked. 

"...As I came in the room I noticed the pained look on his face. I thought he might be having some sort of attack or something, but it wasn't that. As I approached the bed he said that the physical therapist that was treating him had laid him down wrong. I wondered to myself how a PT could do that, they were the ones who were always so particular about transferring patients. Anyway, when I asked him what he meant he said that she had laid him on himself. I still didn't know what the heck he was talking about and was about to go get help when he reached out, still with a pained face and grabbed my arm. 'Please,' he had said, 'I can't lift myself up, can you just pull me out so it doesn't hurt?' I still didn't know what he meant and he lifted his sheet up, kind of embarrassed and said, 'down here.' That's when I looked down between his legs and almost fainted. 

"Why?" I asked stupidly, "did he have some sort of growth?" 

"Ha, that's not the short of it," she said, "you wouldn't believe this, especially after you told me that all men were the same size, but this man had the largest penis you could possibly have imagined. Like you, at first I thought he must have had some sort of deformity, but when I looked closer and moved his legs apart..." 

"You did what?" I had asked, starting to get angry. 

"You said you wouldn't get mad," Amber answered, "I knew you would...I moved his legs apart because of he wasn't able to and saw that his penis was so long that it came out of the front of him down between his legs and he was indeed sitting on himself, just like he said.  Fortunately, I was able to move him over on his side enough to reach under and pull his penis out from under him." 

I think I must have just looked at her in shock. I couldn't picture my wife, who had rarely seen or spoken to a black person doing this. Then I just spoke what was on my mind, "were you wearing gloves?" 

"Actually...no, I didn't have time to get them and was too shocked at what I was seeing to even think about it." 

"What did it feel like," I continued. It was like I didn't want to know, but I had to know all the details. 

"Mmmm...it felt like a giant black hose. My fingers didn't even begin to reach all the way around it and it looked so odd to see something black like that against my white hands. I think it was easily fourteen or fifteen inches long." 

I thought it was odd that my penis started getting hard as she gave me all the details. "Was there anything else?" 

"No, that was pretty much it. I covered him up quickly, after I laid his penis down on his stomach, so he could have his modesty. He just closed his eyes and said, 'thank you.'" 

'I'll bet he did,' I thought. The rest of the dinner was made up of awkward small talk and we didn't have sex that night. I made some excuse about being tired and she said she had to get up early for work. 

* * * 

A week later we were in the middle of foreplay, naked in bed, with the lights off when Amber suddenly stopped kissing me. "Do you like my body?" she asked. "What do you mean, do I like your body? Of course I like your body." 

She turned the light on. "No really, do you like, EVERYTHING, about my body?" 

The third fork in the road was my hesitation. 

"...yes" 

"You're lying, don't lie to me. What one thing would you change if you could change one thing? And don't tell me nothing. I want to know one thing." 

I knew there was no way out of this one, so I answered truthfully but delicately. "Well... I suppose if I had to change one thing...I guess I would make your breasts a little bigger. But that's not to mean that I don't like them the way they are," I added quickly. 

"I knew it...I knew it," she said, "I can see you staring at all the women down here every time we go out." 

"Honey, come on..." 

"Would you let me get a boob job if I wanted to," she asked. 

I had to think quick. This was something I never would have suggested, but had secretly hoped for. "Mmmm...aren't they kind of dangerous?" I asked. 

"Noooo..." she said, "a bunch of the nurses at work have had it done and they say it's no big deal. One of them even showed hers to me the other day." 

"Really," I said, my dick starting to harden, "how did they look?" 

"They looked great," my wife said, "then she took my hand and held it up to one of them and had me squeeze it. They felt great too. So, what do you think?" 

My cock was rigid and I saw Amber look down. 

"Well...I guess I have my answer right here," she said, grabbing my dick and jerking it. "I'm going to make the appointment tomorrow." 

* * * I lost track of the forks in the road, but here was another one. I made a secret appointment with the doctor my wife had chosen to do the breast augmentation and put in my two cents. Amber had told him that she wanted to go from her current 32A size to a 34C. I thought that was respectable, but told the doctor that if we were going to do it, we might as well do it right. I asked him if he could make her a 36D instead. 

"There's always the caveat we put in the contract that we are estimating when we do the procedure and that sometimes it comes out a little bigger and sometimes a little smaller. I suppose we could err on the side of a little larger," he smiled. "Remember though," he warned, "she's not very tall and has a small frame, so a 36D on her is going to make her pretty top heavy." 

"That's okay," I said, "I'm the one who gets to enjoy it!" Little did I know that those would be words I would later eat. 

* * * 

Amber's surgery went great. After a few weeks the swelling and soreness had subsided and she was ready to go back to work. Her breasts were now perfect in every way, full, round, and sticking up and out. I couldn't keep my hands off them, squeezing them, caressing, licking, I couldn't get enough. Amber loved the attention and wondered if I was more in love with them than her. She didn't lose any sensitivity in her nipples either, like they had warned, in fact, the only side effect from the surgery was that her nipples were constantly erect and this made them more sensitive. The doctor had told her that because she had been so small and they had slightly overfilled them, it had caused her aureoles to puff up and her nipples to stick out permanently. 

Two Saturday mornings later, we were set to go to the beach and Amber was ready to surprise me with a bathing suit she had spent several days shopping for. When she stepped out of our bathroom, I nearly lost it. 

"Oh my gosh..." I said, jaw slack. 

Amber had a red two-piece on that blew my mind. To begin with, she had never worn a two-piece bathing suit and with her new tits she looked like a page out of my jerk-off mags from years ago. The two triangles on top covered most of her, but the corners of her fully inflated balloons curved out each side. She must have shaved her normally thick bush, because the small triangle covering her pussy didn't have any hair showing. She even had on red lipstick and rouge. She rarely wore much make-up. "Sooooo... do you like it?" she asked, smiling devilishly. 

"Well...let's see," I acted coy, "turn around first." 

Amber spun around to reveal what I already knew would be the case. Her perfectly petite firm ass look awesome, especially since it was only half covered. 

"Wow!! You look great hun. Let's forget the beach and get it on right here." 

"Uh ah, I want to get some sun. If you play your cards right, I'll let you put the sun screen on." 

This was the first time we had ever been to the beach when I didn't stare at another female species. I couldn't keep my eyes off my "new" wife. She was hot and I was hard, especially after applying the sun screen and watching it shimmer on her tan skin. Unfortunately, it seemed like every male on the beach was checking her out as well and Amber knew it. She had looked great before, but it seems like a big set of tits catches men like nothing else and then they noticed her flat stomach, tight ass, and all American girl looks. The two times I left her alone to get drinks and go to the bathroom, I came back to find several hunks in conversation with her and obviously flirting. 

I couldn't wait to get home and get my wife in the sack. As we made our way into our bedroom, I grabbed Amber around the waist. "Hey, let me take a shower first and get all this sunscreen off." 

"No," I said, "I want to feel my hands rubbing up and down your slick body." With that I ran my hands up her stomach from behind and lifted her tiny bikini top off to reveal those marvelous breast. Working my hard-on between the crack of her ass cheeks, I started rubbing the palms of my hands over her erect nipples. "Mmmmm...yeah, that feels good. Gahhhhd there so sensitive. I'm getting wet." It felt like my dick was going to burst and I grabbed a handful of each breast squeezing hard as I lodged my dick more firmly between her cheeks. 

Being a virgin when we married and only having each other for experience, Amber always followed my lead and was fairly vanilla when it came to sex. Somehow the boob job, new found attraction by other men, and her sensitive nipples brought her out of a shell. She really got into it and pushed back against by dick as she pulled one of my hands down from her tits and stuck it into the front of her bathing suit. It was then that I felt or actually didn't feel any hair, 'she had shaved herself bald.' I rubbed a finger across her pussy and the wetness just seemed to ooze out of her. "Oooooohhhh that's it lover," she cried out, "rub my pussy and nipples...yes...Yes...YES...Ahhhhhhhh!" she came with such a force I thought she'd knock us over as she raised and lowered her ass on my shaft. The sensation on my dick, hearing her cum and feeling her pussy juices flood my hand, was too much for me as a came in my pants. "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh," I grunted shooting my load into the front of my suit as her ass continued grinding into me. 

I now believe that that was the first time she realized that she had control over me with her body. That she could get me to do whatever she wanted. I don't think the switch totally flipped over, but it was at least a dimmer that was on low and would slowly start making its way to max brightness in a short time. 




Wish Gone Awry



"I'm sorry," I said, kind of embarrassed. 

Amber turned around, "Oh," she said, looking down at the wet stain on the front of my suit, "did I do that?" 

"Now we'll have to wait awhile before I can get it up again." 

"That's okay," she smiled, "I'll take a shower and then we can try again." 

Lying in bed with her ten minutes later I started to caress her body, but she didn't seem into it. "What wrong?" I asked. 

"Nothing," she said, turning and giving me a half-hearted kiss. 

"No really," I said, "what are you thinking about and don't say nothing." 

"Mmmmm, you really want to know?" she asked, "a girl likes to have some secrets, you know." 

"Yes, tell me." 

"Well...remember that black patient I had around six months ago?" 

"Sure, how could I forget. The one that was sitting on his dick?" 

"Yeah, that one. Well...I was wondering...what, you know...what it would feel like to have something that big pushing into you. I can't really imagine it, because of how big around he was, like the thickness of my arm. And how long he was...soooo long. He'd probably injure me so I couldn't have children again. I'm so tiny and tight." 

My dick started swelling and got rock hard as she finished her story. 

Amber looked down and then touched me. "Does it excite you to have me talk about things like that, Tim?" she asked. 

I felt like she had control over me as I uttered a weak, "yyyyes." 

She rubbed my dick up and down with her delicate fingers. "Do you like me talking about how big his cock is in comparison to your little one?" she whispered in my ear. I could only moan. It felt so good to hear her whisper in my ear while caressing my dick. "Mmmmmmmmmm." 

"His penis was so large. He probably would have loved to stick it between my well oiled tits and move it up and down between them. His dick was so big it could slide between them and stick in my mouth at the same time. Only..." she breathed heavily in my ear, "it wouldn't fit between my lips because it was so big, so I'd just have to lick at it." 

My dick was killing me it was so hard as she continued titillating my imagination and jerked by shaft up and down. 

"He'd probably want me to climb up on top of him and ride his big cock up and down like a pogo stick. Do you want me to ride your little penis up and down?" she asked. 

"Ohhh yes, pleeeeassse," I begged her. 

Amber, got up and lifted her leg over me straddling my dick and then lowering herself onto me. She had never been on top before in our two and a half years of marriage. I watched as she lifted up and dropped herself down, her tight pussy pulling my dick as she lifted herself.  She tossed her hair back and forth and started bouncing up and down, her tits matching the pace as my senses went into overload. I reached up to grab her tits and squeeze hard as she plopped down hard cumming with a flood of juices. I couldn't hold out any more and erupted into her vibrating pussy. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh yeah!" 

Amber dropped down onto my chest pressing her firm tits into my face, smothering me, while she positioned her mouth at me ear. "I'm glad that excited you lover. That's the best sex we've ever had. I like your little dick Tim. Although you know it's kind of a shame. I had small tits and was able to have a quick in-out procedure and get big ones, but you've got a little penis and can't do anything about it."  She rubbed her tits back and forth over my face and then breathed her hot words into my other ear. "From now on we can fantasize about a big cock fucking my little pussy since that gets you excited. I'll talk to you about how it feels and then we can have you stick your tiny penis into me. In fact from now on my pet name for you will be 'tiny Tim.'" 

* * * 

That was certainly one of the big turning points in our marriage, but it was only the first of what was to be many changes. The next week would bring about a string of events that would take my once innocent bride on the ride of her life and I would end up chasing as hard as I could just to try and get her back. I struggled for the next two weeks with the desire to be in control of our sex life and the exhilaration of Amber taking control. It wasn't that our sex life was bad previously, in fact I enjoyed it, but when she started making fun of my little dick and then verbalized what a big cock would feel like, I got hard as nails. Something just clicked in my brain. Seeing how she could get me hard in this fashion only fueled her fire, rubbing her body up and down mine, groaning and shaking her head, and getting downright nasty. The transformation from the conservative midwestern girl was unbelievable. 

Those two weeks were probably the best two of our marriage, with us fucking at least twice a day. Amber seemed to be unsatiable. It was almost as if she was using me. Then things began to change. Maybe Amber needed a change of pace to keep from getting board. Maybe she just wanted to see how far things could go. But I still remember the first time she withheld sex from me. 

"Honey, you look awesome tonight," I said, watching Amber stroll out of the bathroom in a white see through half shirt, her firm nipples putting a major dent in the fabric. Her matching panties revealed her still shaved pussy and the crack of her tight ass. 

"Do you want a piece of me?" she smiled. 

"Oh yeah, let's get it on," I replied, jumping on to our bed. 

We started out kissing on our sides, but as things began to heat up, Amber rolled me onto my back and spread my legs apart. Slowly she began to lick down my chest to my stomach. 

"Hey, lover boy, does the feel of my big firm tits rubbing down your body get you excited?" she asked. 

"Ohhhhh...yeaaaahh," I moaned. 

As her face made its way down to my white BVDs, I looked down to see the little pup tent my 4-1/2" dick had formed. 

Amber smiled up at me, licked her lips and pulled my waistband down. 

"Ooh it's so cute," she cried out. 

"Uhh thanks," I said. 

"Don't get mad, silly," Amber frowned, "I like your small dick, it keeps my little pussy firm and tight. Imagine if I was being fucked by someone with a really big cock. A real giant one like the one that black man I helped had. Gaahwd, he'd probably rip my little pussy to shreds." 

Amber's eyes darted to my dick as it jerked up and down at the thought of someone with a cock that size actually fucking my wife. 

"Oh! Does that get my little hubby excited?" Amber cradled my sac with the palm of her hand and squeezed lightly while licking the length of my shaft. Then she released me and slowly started sliding her body up mine until I was face to face with her shaved pussy. 

"I've licked your, now why don't you try licking mine," she cooed. 

I'd never licked her pussy in our two years of marriage. I don't know why I had never really considered doing it. Maybe it seemed a little taboo or I had hear rumors it would smell. Anyway, that was the first time I ran my tongue up and down and in and out of my wife's pussy. It certainly wouldn't be the last. 

"Yeah that's it Timmy, lick my pussy...ooh that feels so good," she sighed as she moved her hips around so that I would connect with her magic spot. 

I was going to stop, but then Amber gripped my head so hard I couldn't have moved from the position if I'd wanted to. "Ohhhh yeaaaahhh that's it, just a little more... Ahhhhh!" she cried out. Her pussy became wet, as I brilliantly surmised that she must be cumming. 

"YES! That was great!" she exclaimed, "we're going to have to make that a regular part of our love making." 

I actually thought it was okay myself and if it got Amber excited, I was all for it. I had been jealous as hell all week with her strutting around without a bra whenever we went out. Guys would practically stumble over themselves to gawk at her protruding nipples and the awesome bounce that her large firm 36Ds produced. I always calmed myself down by recalling that it was me that wanted her to have the boob job in the first place and besides, I was the only one who was enjoying them anyway. 

My cock was oozing pre-cum as Amber continued to whisper dirty things in my ear and rub her tits on me. Then the 'oops' happened. As she raised herself up and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, Amber held my dick and rubbed it across her cunt lips. Watching her above me, with her heavy breasts and splayed long hair, I couldn't hold back anymore. My dick jerked and I shot my little string of cum out and onto my stomach. 

"Oops!" I said, "I'm sorry, honey, I couldn't hold out anymore." 

"What do you mean, oops?" she cried indignantly. "You can't just leave me hanging like this. I guess you'll have to get me off with your tongue again." 

It was at that point that Amber truly took control of our sex life. She had me in full guilt mode. This was the initial label of premature ejaculation or as Amber nicknamed me, "preemie." Amber also began to give her own diagnosis. She'd reason that I didn't have enough cum so, I should save up for a few days instead of having sex more often. This wouldn't preclude her from wanting me to get her off with my tongue, however. At other times she'd bring me to the brink of cumming and then grab my shaft hard to keep me from getting off. "You've got to learn self control," she'd say. Deep down I must have really believed her, because I always gave in to her every whim. 

Then came the next big day. Amber came through the front door, from work, and I could see the excitement in her eyes. 

"Guess what?" she gasped. 

I had no idea what she was about to say, but I knew she was really excited by the way her nipples were sticking out even more than normal, for her. "What?" 

"Two of the best doctors at the hospital are venturing out on their own and they want me to be a part of it!" she exclaimed. "Isn't that great?" 

"I guess," I said, "what's in it for you?" 

"Well for starters, a new facility, more responsibility, and more pay?" 

"Really?" 

"Yep," Amber smiled, "about $10,000 more a year." 

"Wow! When do you start?" 

"In two weeks. The docs are having a big party to celebrate this Saturday. It's at Doctor Longfellow's mansion on the intercoastal waterway. They said to wear a bathing suit underneath. Apparently he's got an awesome pools and deck area." 

Saturday couldn't come quick enough for Amber and over that four day stretch, she wasn't 'in the mood' for sex. All she could talk about was the party and how fortunate she was to get this job. When she came out of the bathroom that night in her bathing suit, my jaw dropped.  "Holy shit," I said, "you look great!" 

Amber flashed me her brightest smile and said, "thanks." She looked hot and she knew it. Her new 36Ds had elevated her self-esteem into the stratosphere. Her two perfectly circular tits were wrapped in two small white triangles of material in which they peaked out on every side. Her cleavage was so tight it could easily have held a pencil firmly in place. Her nipples poked out profusely and you could even see her raised aureoles through the thin material. The same small triangle covered her bare pussy, while a string on either side wrapped around her slim hips to a larger covering over her ass. "Kind of conservative on the back side, don't you think," I said, attempting a little humor. 

"I want to leave something to the imagination," Amber replied. "And what are you wearing?" she asked. 

"Oh, I thought I'd wear my red suit." 

"That thing? It looks like an old man suit. Here," she said, reaching into a bag, "I bought you one to match me." 

I watched as she pulled out a white, shiny bathing suit, that looked more like skimpy underwear than the boxer type bathing suits I was used to. 

"Uhh...I don't thing so, honey." 

"Hey," she said, "no ifs, ans, or buts. This is what you will be wearing if you expect to get any from me tonight." 

She had me and she knew it. I undressed and pulled the suit on as she watched. It covered my pubic hair, which I was grateful for, but it was so tight that it formed right around my balls and dick. I'm sure that was what Amber was hoping for. 

"I knew this one wouldn't have a problem covering up 'tiny Tim,'" she laughed, in reference to the size of my dick. "Let's get our clothes on over top and go." 

I had no idea what to expect when the door opened to the opulent $3,000,000 mansion, but I know it wasn't what I saw. I had pictured Doctor Longfellow being this older, probably wiry man, perhaps wrinkled and aged from too many long days at the office. Instead we were greeted by full head of hair; chisel faced stud that looked to be around 35 and straight off the cover of GQ magazine. I would have put him at about 6'-4" and 220 lbs. and when he shook my hand it felt like a vice clamping down on me. 

"It's nice to finally meet, Mr. Amber," he laughed, "we're grateful to have her on board. You're a lucky man," he said, while giving Amber the once over. "Come on in and grab a drink. The bar and pool are out back." 

"That was Doctor Longfellow," Amber said, "his first name is Henry, but he goes by Hank. Doctor Dickens must be out back." 

I followed her through the impeccable house and out onto the deck where the party was in full swing. There seemed to be a lot more men than woman. Perhaps a lot of doctor friends. As I surveyed the crowd of about forty, I noticed that all the women were extremely attractive.  Amber pulled me to the bar and she ordered us some sort of Hawaiian looking drink. 

For thirty minutes I was introduced to several dozen people and started to feel pretty good about the evening as Amber and I started into our third mixed drink. I should have started slowing down. We typically had a glass or two of wine weekly, but Amber seemed to be having fun and I didn't want to curtail that. She was laughing at anything that was remotely funny and we started into our fourth drink when Hank announced that it was "pool time." 

Clothes started flying off as everyone moved to get into the heated pool. Amber had her clothes off and pressed up against me, pushing her big tits into my chest. "Come on, Timmy, aren't you going in for a swim?" 

My dick started hardening as I felt her stiff nipples poking into me. Then I felt Amber's hand on the front of my shorts rubbing up and down. It felt so good and since we hadn't had sex in days my dick was at full mast, all 4'-1/2 inches, in no time. Amber unzipped my pants, pulled them off, and then grabbed my hand so we could walk hand in hand to the pool steps. 

I wanted to cover up my boner, but Amber had my hand. As we approached the steps, I looked down into the pool and saw Hank and two babes looking up at us. The two girls giggled and were obviously staring at my crotch. I couldn't help but look down and see the little pup tent I was sporting. I watched as a big smile formed across Hank's face. My face and neck were flush, as I wanted more than anything to get in the pool and get my hard-on under the water. Amber held my hand hard and forced my to move ever so slowly down the steps and into the pool. I saw Doctor Longfellow whisper in the girl's ears as I finally submerged my midsection. 

Everything seemed the same, we were still talking and laughing, but we were in the pool instead of around it. That was until Amber said she was going for another drink. I told her I didn't want another one, but if she did that was fine with me. I figured the alcohol would make for easier sex for me later. I watched as she made her way up the steps, water dripping off her perfect jiggling ass. The sight didn't go unnoticed by any other male around as well. 

It seemed like only a few seconds had gone by when the two babes that had been with Hank were now on either side of me. "Hey, big boy," they said, laughing, "how's it hanging?" With an intro like that I felt like putty in their hands and I soon found myself enjoying there company and light touching on my shoulders and arms. 

It was then that I realized we had been slowly moving towards the other side of the large pool. Looking between the two girls heads, I saw Amber laughing with Hank. As I continued watching I noticed his hand come down on her back pulling her into him. She pushed back against his muscular chest, but her hands didn't seem to leave his pecs very fast. In fact, it looked like she squeezed them and then laughed again. I felt a hand brush the front of my suit and I looked down.  One of the girls was looking up at me and said she liked what she had seen earlier and wanted to see what I felt like. 

Hell, what's a guy supposed to do? I stood there like a paralyzed dummy as she rubbed the front of my suit until I was fully erect and then the two of the pressed up against me and took turns pulling and squeezing my dick. I looked around to see if anyone was noticing what they were doing, but everyone seemed caught up in there own conversations. It was then that I saw Hank leading my wife out of the pool. Both of her nipples were completely visible through the wet thin material as she exited the pool, but I was helpless to follow her. 

One of the girls hand left my dick and she started rubbing my ass, sticking her hand down the back of my suit and tickling my anus and the sensitive area between my legs. The other girl gripped my dick harder and kept tugging. 

"Ooooh, gawd that feels soooo good. Oh, I'm cumming...ahhhhhhhhh," I moaned, trying to muffle my cries as I felt my cum exiting into the water inside my suit. The two girls smiled at me, giggled, and then dove under the water into the deep end. 

I hoped Amber hadn't seen any of this and scanned around the patio area from my spot in the pool, but didn't see her anywhere. I guess I better go and find her I thought and then remembered thinking that maybe she'd be ready to go. I was hoping I'd be able to get it up for our night of sex, when we got home. 

I scampered up out of the pool, dried off with a towel, and then continued my search. She wasn't anywhere to be found, so I headed inside. I felt like a sneak, but decided I could always use the excuse that I was searching for a bathroom if someone asked what I was doing.  In the living room I saw the large marble staircase and decided to head up that way. In my bare feet, I didn't make a sound, but as I got to the top of the staircase; I heard noises off to my right and decided to head that way first. 

The first door I came to was slightly ajar and I could hear a male voice that sounded familiar. "Come on honey, if you show me yours, I'll show you mine." 

"I can't do that, Doctor Longfellow, I'm a married woman." It was Amber! 

Good girl I thought, don't give in to whatever he's asking for. I had to get a closer look and decided it was worth the risk to push the door open a little more. I pushed it open enough to get my head in and realized that there was a foyer area to this bedroom and the voices were coming from the other side of the room. Slowly I pushed the door open a little further so that I could squeeze through. Once inside the room, I was able to slowly slide along the wall and peer around the wall. That's when I saw them. 

Both were still in their skimpy swimsuits, but Hank had his arms firmly around the small of my wife's back pulling her into him. He looked huge next to her as he peered into her lazy eyes looking up at him.  Both her hands were on his big pecs half-heartedly trying to push him away. "Hank, shouldn't we be getting back to the party?" 

"It's okay," he said, "I saw your husband in deep conversation with several people as we left." 

"It just doesn't seem right." 

"There's nothing wrong with touching is there? It's not like we're going to have sex or anything," Hank said, as he lowered his hands to grip each one of her ass cheeks in his large, strong hands. Amber tried to back away, but he pulled her into him. Her legs seemed to come off the ground as he lifted up on her buttocks then let her down again. He continued the same motion up and down, about six to eight inches. I could see her legs were spread slightly and knew that the thin material between there two silky suits were the only thing separating his cock from her pussy. 




Wish Gone Awry



"Mmmm," my wife moaned, her fingers gripping the doctor's muscular shoulders. 

"See, that's not so bad, is it?" he reassured her. 

"Mmmm...no, but you've got to stop. If you don't I might not be able to." 

To my amazement, Hank did stop and let her down gently. But it wasn't because he had any admirable intentions. "Now let me see those beautiful tits of yours," he said. 

"Oh, you like them?" she said, obviously happy to have garnered his attention, "my husband wanted them bigger so I had a boob-job last year." 

"There great honey, but by the looks of what he's packin' in his speed-o, you're the one getting the short end of the stick." 

"Your telling me, he's about 5-inches long. I told him it's too bad he can't get a dick-job and make it bigger and longer." 

That one hurt and I knew I didn't want this to go any further, but I was paralyzed to act. My dick was getting hard watching the two of them flirt with one another. I was pretty sure Amber wouldn't go any further based on how she'd already slowed it down, but the unknown was thrilling in a weird sort of way. His next words caught me off guard. 

"How'd you like to see a 12-inch cock?" he asked. 

"You're kidding right?" 

"Hey, if there's one thing I don't lie about its size." 

"Well... maybe just a quick look, then we need to get back to the party." Amber said, her breathing becoming a little labored. 

"Uh uh... remember what I said before? You show me yours and then I'll show you mine." Hand replied, sporting a broad toothy grin. 

Amber hesitated, then turned to look in the direction of the door where I was hiding. I pulled my head back just in time. I peeked back around the corner just in time to see her grab the bottom of each triangle on her bikini top and pull them up over her breasts. Hank's eyes widened as he took in her perfectly shaped 36Ds; ripe for squeezing, Amber's rock-hard nipples stuck out at least an inch. Hank reached out to touch them and Amber knocked his hands away. "No way big guy, now it's my turn to see if your hardware measures up to what's been advertised." 

At first Hank looked perturbed, then he relaxed, "Okay, baby, feast your eyes on this," and with that he slipped his bathing suit off to reveal the largest cock I had ever seen. It looked to be at least nine or ten inches long and was fat as a polish sausage. At the bottom was a huge fleshy sac that held his oversized testicles. They looked to be the size of pool balls and hung down between his legs. 

"Oh my..." Amber's voice trailed off, "I never..." 

"Go ahead and touch it, Amber," Hank said, "it's not fully erect yet. I don't want you to think I lied to you." 

"I can't...my husband..." she didn't finish the sentence, as he reached up and began caressing her marvelous tits. I knew that was her weak spot and that if he gave them any attention at all she would let her guard down. 

Hank began squeezing her breasts softly at first, while rubbing her nipples with the palms of his hands. Amber closed her eyes and moaned as he began getting firmer until he was making indentations on her tits and pulling her nipples out several inches. Hank then let go with one of his hands and took my wife' hand and placed it on his cock. She pulled away like it was a hot oven, but Hank grabbed her wrist more firmly and placed her hand on his cock again. This time she didn't pull away. I could see her hand squeezing his dick firmly and then watched him move her wrist so that her hand moved down to his huge balls. Her hand was almost lost in his large sac, as she softly clenched and unclenched her hands. 

Hank whispered in her ear and then let go of her hand to begin massaging both her tits again. Amber traced the length of his cock with her hand, from the massive sac, along the length of his shaft to his fat, bulbous head. Hank slowly lowered his head to my wife's tit while she had her eyes closed and squeezed one of her breast firmly while sucking in one of her big nipple. Amber moaned and ran her free hand through his hair. I watched as her other hand drifted to the middle of his shaft, gripped him firmly, and then began jerking his shaft up and down. 

For ten minutes I watched the two of them moaning and caressing one another. Hank was sucking vigorously on her nipples, alternating from one to the other, while Amber yanked on his dick, pumping him up and down for all she was worth. Finally, Amber pulled him away from her tits, opened her eyes to stare at the huge cock she was jerking off and then grabbed him with her other hand so that she could two-fist him.  One hand would have fit my little dick just fine, but my wife had two on Hank and half of his shaft was still showing. She jerked it furiously up and down, he big sac flopping up and down, slapping into his thighs. Amber's eyes looked like they were bugging out gawking at his massive member as it went from pink to purple in color. 

Hank was sweating now, "oh yeah, baby, that's it...oh year...I'm cumming... aaaarrrrrgggghhhh!" he grunted. 

I watched in amazement, as I could see Amber was as well, at the fireworks to come. Hank's cock erupted like a volcano. His thick, white semen rushed out like a geyser. Ribbon after ribbon of cum flying through the air and landing on the carpet as my wife continued to jerk him mercilessly trying to get every last drop out of his body.  I didn't look at my watch, but I'm sure he must have cum for a full minute. 

When he was finally done, Amber let go of his cock and it flopped down with a slap, on his leg. "Wow! That was awesome," she said. 

"You were awesome, baby." 

"Hank," she started, looking down, "I can't believe I just did this. I feel so ashamed." 

"Honey, you have nothing to be ashamed about. We had a little fun that's all. You got a chance to see and touch a real cock without even really cheating on your little hubby." 

"This has to be a one time event," Amber said, "even if Tim's got a tiny dick, he's still my husband and I love him. Now let's get back to the party." 

"Whatever you say, Amber. I'm just glad you're on board as an employee and I want you to know that what happened here stays here. I'll always treat you as a professional at work." 

My wife looked into his eyes and seemed pleased with what she had heard. Looking down she realized her tits were still uncovered and she hastily covered them before turning in my direction. 

I high-tailed it out the door and down the stairs to beat both of them back out to the pool area. I quickly got myself into a conversation until I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Having a good time honey?" My wife asked. 

"Great time," I replied, "your new employers sure know how to throw a party. You like 'em big don't you?" 

"What?" my wife asked, somewhat startled. "Parties...you like them big don't you?" 

"Oh, yeah...sure," she answered, smiling meekly. "I'm a little tired though, why don't we say our good byes and get going." 

That was a night that I thought would be engraved in my mind forever. My wife had gone farther with another man than probably either of us had ever thought she would. For the next two days her nipples were swollen and sensitive from the hard sucking Hank had put on them. I didn't ask her about the reddish marks around her aureoles and she pretended they didn't exist. The two times we had sex that week all I could think about was Hank's massive cock in Amber's tiny hands. Amber seemed to be in a different place as well and I imagined that she was thinking of his cock as well. 

I know it might sound naïve telling you that I thought this would be the end of my wife's flirtation with an affair, but I really thought that as she had said, 'this was a one time event.' Unfortunately for me, that night was soon to be replaced as a significant event by a much bigger incident. The one that would cause me to question my manhood, our relationship, and begin putting my thoughts on paper to make sense of it all. I couldn't believe it. My wife had jacked off her boss, Dr. Longfellow, until he blew his load all over the place. His cock was at least 12 inches long, almost triple the size of mine. Amber had drifted off to sleep rather quickly after we got back home, which left me lying awake all night thinking about what had happened. 

The next few weeks went by without any mention of the party or big cocks, but then Amber started bringing back into our sex life again. 

As she was stroking my 4-1/2 incher one night in bed Amber started breathing heavier. 

"Mmm baby, what if you had a big cock, a big fat one and instead of me holding onto the whole thing with one hand I was grabbing your giant dick with both hands and jerking it up and down. And your balls.  Instead of being the size of marbles, they were the size of tennis balls and filled with so much cum that when you came it would just keep spurting and spurting all over my body." 

My dick was like iron as she kept going and going, then I yelled out, "aaahhh, I'm gonna cum... yeahhhh!" I yelled out shooting two small shots of cum out onto our bed. 

"Oh baby, you came too quick honey. I wanted you to fuck me soooo bad tonight. My little cunny is so hot. Here, come on over and lick me til I cum." 

Amber rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide, knees bent; her marvelously augmented tits stacked high on her chest defying gravity.  I rushed between her thighs with my face and stuck my tongue in her wet pussy. And boy was it wet. She must really have gotten off on what she was saying that night. Or so I thought at the time. Amber held my head tight, gripping my hair in her fists and mushing my face around in her pussy. I licked, sucked, and stuck my tongue deep in her whole.  My whole face was soaked in her juices as she had orgasm after orgasm. 

"Uhhhhh....yeahhhh...I'm cummiiiiinnnnngg," she screamed out, while thrusting into my face. I felt like I was swallowing her juices, like someone had filled her full of sticky liquid. I thought she tasted great, better than ever and boy was she hot. 

"Oh, Timmy...tiny Tim, that was so good honey. You're the best at licking my cunt. We're going to have to do this more often." 

I started to get hard again and moved up her body to stick my pecker in her, but Amber had other ideas. 

"Uhh, honey, I'm a little tired now and you already got off and everything. How 'bout we call it a night." 

And with that we went to sleep It seemed like that's the way it was for several weeks. Amber would come to bed in a hot nightie or my favorite, a thong bikini and a thin half shirt. Her fabulous tit lifting the half shirt so it hung down sticking out from her stomach, just barely covering the bottom of her breasts. My dick would get hard instantly, at just the thought of reaching under her shirt and grabbing her firm tits. 

But Amber wouldn't let me fuck her. She'd jerk or suck me off, then straddle my face and have me lick her to orgasm. I knew she was stimulated because her pussy was always soaking wet, in fact she these past two weeks were the wettest she had been in our entire marriage. I took it as a compliment that I was getting her so excited. I was satisfied in a way, but by the end of the two weeks I wanted to fuck her bad. 

I remember the night well. Amber came out of the bathroom wearing a black thong bikini, which showed off her tight little ass. The smallish half-shirt he was wearing didn't even cover the bottom of her breasts - a sliver of half moon showing below the material. Her erect nipples caused the material to stick out even further. 

"Baby, you look great tonight," I said. 

"Come to mama," she grinned, beckoning me with her finger. 

I decided to be more forceful than I had been over the last two weeks and immediately reached under her shirt to cup her heavy breasts.  Amber countered by leaning into me, reaching around, and slipping both hands into the back of my BVDs to cup my butt cheeks. "Mmmmmm," she moaned in my ear, "you're making me sooooo wet." 

Amber pulled me into her so my stiff little woody was lined up with her pussy. Then she slowly rose up and down on my shaft, her grove wrapped around my cock like a hot dog in a bun. "Oooh yeah lover, your tiny dick feels so good rubbing up and down on my clit." 

Just when I thought I was going to cum in my underwear, I pulled away, sliding down her body so that my face was level with her panties.  "Oh!" she said, "are you ready to get me off Timmy?" 

I had wanted to keep from cumming to quick so I could fuck her, but now I was stuck. "Yeah, baby, I want to lick that wet pussy of yours." 

Amber laughed as she pulled off her panties and spread her legs while still standing. On my knees in front of her I reached around and grabbed each of her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy into my face. She was so wet; her juices were flowing out. I had to alternate between licking her clit and lapping up her juices just to keep from drowning.  It wasn't long before her body started convulsing. "Oooh, yeaaaah... sooo good, that's it... ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed, bucking her hips into my face and stiff tongue protruding out. 

Before Amber could recover, I decided it was time to make my move. I stood up and gently pushed into her so that she fell backward on our bed. Her legs were still spread wide, so I moved up her body while discarding my under wear and positioned my stiff 4-1/2 incher at the entrance of her cunt. Finally. I remember the odd feeling so well.  Thrusting forward into her my dick entered and our pubic hairs meshed, but I hardly felt a thing. Had I entered her at all or missed? I remember thinking. I pulled back, looked down and grabbed my dick so that I could rub it against her clit. Her pussy was wide open so I put it back at the entrance and thrust forward again. This time she was expecting it and I felt her pussy muscles try to clamp down on my dick, but it was very light, not like the tight glove type hold I had experienced in the past. 

"What the hell's going on, Amber?" I asked, "I can barely feel you." I said as I continued thrusting in and out. 

"Hey, don't blame me. You got me so worked up that my juices have flooded my pussy. If you had a bigger dick then maybe I'd feel you." She said in a very defensive tone. 

That hurt and I couldn't think of a good comeback. If only my dick was bigger. I kept thrusting around for awhile but without any friction I couldn't get off and my dick finally shriveled up and squirmed out of her cunt, covered in a slick film. 

"Maybe we can try again tomorrow night, except this time, we'll start fucking before I get you too wet," I said, hopefully. 

"Mmm... I'd like to honey, but remember, tomorrows Tuesday, I have to work late that night." 

I remembered, Tuesday and Thursday were late nights at the office and she was never available for lunch on Monday, Wednesday, or Friday. I think that was the first time I wondered if Amber was cheating on me.  Something clicked upstairs and I decided I'd pay a call to the doctor's office the following night. 

* * * * * 

I knew the doctor's office closed at 7 p.m., so I drove up and parked in the shopping center next door around eight. I felt like a peeping tom as I slowly made my way over to the office where she worked, nervously looking about to see if anyone was watching. I tried the front door and of course it was locked. Thankfully, I had slipped Amber's key off the ring late the previous night. I figured I could make a copy the next day and slip it back on without being noticed. There were only two cars out front, Amber's and a Mercedes. Probably one of the doc's, I thought. Slipping passed the reception area I looked down the both lengths of the hall and saw light coming from one of the doors. I remember feeling so nervous; hoping to hell that someone wouldn't step out and catch me. I had concocted some story about having to get in touch with Amber, just in case. 

The door was open just a crack, so I had to push it open a little to look inside. The room was empty, but I heard noised coming from a room on the other side. Walking through, I peered around the small reception room into an office, what I saw would burn into my brain forever. 

My wife was on her back on top of a large oak desk, completely naked, legs spread wide in a big "V." Dr. Longfellow was standing up between her legs, with that monstrously large cock of his - the full 12-inches - extended out in front of him, the giant head poised to enter Amber's pussy. I was about to rush in, but her words changed everything. 

"Give it to me Steve, shove that huge cock of yours into my little pussy. Stretch me again, I love the feel of your thick dick!" 

"I'm gonna give it to you hard tonight baby, the past two weeks I've taken it easy, just to break you in." he growled. 

Grabbing her hips firmly, Doctor Longfellow drove his giant cock straight into Amber's waiting pussy. Impaling her in one mighty thrust, she let out a scream, "ahhhhhhh... yeah that's it big man, fuck me hard!" 

I couldn't believe she took his long cock all the way in one push. Then I thought back to how loose she had been when I tried to fuck her. How long had they been doing this? How long would it take to loosen her up that way? I found myself getting hard as a rock as I watch his powerful thrusts ramming into her. Amber had her arms up above her head, the big breasts I had convinced her to get bouncing up and down her chest which each shove in and withdrawal of his big stick. 

"Uhh...uhh...uhh," she grunted in rhythm as the Doctor continued his relentless assault on her formally tight pussy. 

"I'm gonna loosen you up good tonight baby. I could barely get six inches of my cock in you just a few short weeks ago, but now I can feel myself slamming into the back of your womb." 

After ten continuous minutes, Hank pulled his cock out. "Noooo...what are you doing?" my wife pleaded like she was being deprived of sustenance for life itself. 

"Flip over on all fours," he ordered. 

Amber was only too willing to comply and flipped over with her pussy wide open and wet facing Doctor Longfellow and me behind him. He grabbed his thick cock like a sword and ran it up and down her slick, yawning cunt - right up to her puckered asshole. 

"Ooh! You nasty boy! Not in there, that's still virgin territory." 

Hank spread her pussy lips with one hand and thrust his cock into the wide-open hole. Moving both hands to her slender waist, he shoved his long weapon all the way in. 

"Ohhhhh... gahhhhhhhh!" she cried threw gritted teeth, "it's so deep this way!" 

He stayed buried into her, his pubic hair pressed against her ass and his big balls resting between her thighs. I couldn't believe how big his balls were from this angle and new he'd probably blasting her full of his semen soon. 

That's when it hit me for the first time that the reason she had been so wet the past few weeks was from Doctor Longfellow fucking her and blowing his river of cum into her. I felt kind of sick to my stomach.  I'm not gay, but I had tasted some guys sperm mixed with my wife's juices. Ugh. 

"You better be ready girl because I'm going to give you every last inch as deep as I can go," he yelled. I watched as he gripped her hips even more firmly and pulled her back into himself as he drove his hips forward. His balls slapped into the backs of her thighs and I knew she'd have a bruise tomorrow from the assault. 

Amber must have had at least three orgasms while he pile drove her tiny body, her tits flapping up and down with each thrust. Finally, he called out to her, "I'm getting ready to cum..." and he pulled out of her cunt. "Turn around quick," he ordered, "and start sucking my dick." 

Amber whipped around grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped her mouth around the fat head, while she jerked up and down on his shaft. "Yeah that's it baby... just a little more... ohhh yeah... aaaaarrrrrrggh." 




Wish Granted



It had just started to snow when I walked out the door. I wanted to be alone for awhile and think about things. I lived out in the country so the roads were empty except for the occasional stray cat, so I walked along the driveway to the main road, which didn’t seem to take very long. The wind outside was a tad bit on the cold side, and chilled me to the bone. I wouldn’t normally walk alone by myself at night but tonight I just had to. Today I had run into an old flame of mine and the fire was still there. Actually to me it seemed to burn brighter then ever before. I had wanted to tell him everything that I never could, but the words just stuck in my throat and the moment died. 

It was good to see him again, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. I remembered the way he held me so close to him way back then. He had this unusual way of rocking me like I was a small child. I felt so safe then at that time. 

I was rather young and very confused about life back then. So when I found out that life wasn’t as perfect as I had thought it was, I ran from it. I had found the safest way away from my feelings that I could. I found someone who made me safe right then with no worries about the future or his feelings for me. Rousing from my musings, I noticed that I no longer could see the lights of my house. The wind had picked up just enough that it began to sting my eyes making them tear up. Which to my way of thinking fit my mood perfectly, looking around me again wanting to find some place warmer then in the cold but not wanting to go home just yet, I noticed a cabin set off to the side of the road. Knocking on the door which hung onto its hinges with a stubbornness to which anyone would respect, I poked my head in and asked in a soft tone of voice, “Hello anyone home?” 

Getting no response I pushed the door a little more ajar and stepped into the interior of what looked to be a very empty room. There was no furniture to speak of in the room, but there was a fireplace along one wall still setup for a fire, nothing else remained. Taking the lighter from my pocket I stepped over to the fireplace thinking to start a small fire to warm myself all the while wondering what I was going to do if the owners came home soon. A few minutes later I had a warm fire blazing in the old place. I then decided to check out the rest of the cabin hoping to find maybe an old blanket but to no avail. 

Nothing remained of the occupants except a few broken pieces of furniture. Grabbing a few armloads of wood I headed back to the fireplace deciding to warm up a bit. As I sat down on the hard wood floor I started thinking again of today and of him. He had been the love of my life for awhile and seeing him today just made me realize that no matter how much time had passed I was still very much in love with him. I could still close my eyes and breathe in his smell and feel his arms, his kisses and that slow rocking of his. I had missed him so much and yet I still was unable to tell him the truth of the situation. I wanted to tell him of all the lonely nights and of the void that had taken his place when he had closed that door so long ago and walked away. 

I hadn’t noticed the time when I had left or even remembered to wear my watch, so time to me wasn’t a thing to contend with at that moment. I didn’t even stop to think that someone might be out there in the cold looking for me. All I could think about was his arms holding me, comforting me, making me safe. His touch was so soft it was like having silk run softly over my whole body. 

Sending shivers of pleasure down my spine, knotting my stomach with a need not unknown to most women. His hands always seemed to know where to touch to give me pleasure. At the same time nuzzling my neck and whispering sweet nothings to me. Making me want to throw back my head and sing to the heavens with his touch and glorious words of love. 

Wrapping my coat a little snugger around me for the warmth, I tossed another piece of wood on the fire. Wishing for the entire world that he was there right then, but still unsure what I would do if he were. With this thought a soft voice whispered in the wind, “Your wish is granted”. I looked around to see if I was just hearing things in my musings. Not knowing who or what would be out on this type of night but me. Thinking that my mind was probably just cold and playing tricks on me, I looked outside to see how badly the weather had picked up. As far as my eyes could see there was white. Like a giant mystical blanket had been placed upon the land, wherever my eyes searched there was white and nothing else. 

Closing the door I decided to just stay put where I was until the snow had ended. I could see no reason why I should leave and head for home just to get lost in the cold. Sitting back down in front of the fire I closed my eyes thinking, if only for a moment. After all it had been a long hard day and with the cold I was tired. Before long I had nodded off to sleep with dreams of him dancing around in my thoughts. Taking me back to a time where he was there making even the most regular thing as a sunset look more radiant then ever before. 

I was sitting on a bench looking out over a lake watching the sun go down with him. We had just finished eating a cold chicken dinner that he had brought with us. Looking into his eyes I could remember seeing all the love that I had wanted but had never seen until it was too late. It was like I was given a second chance to make things right. I remembered the night so well it had been a beautiful night until we had decided that we were not being fair to each other. So we had walked away from each other without a backward glance at what had been offered. I didn’t know if I could relive this nightmare, but with a determination born of desperation I began the night again only this time making subtle changes in the way we held hands and touched. I felt his hands so soft and gentle holding me in his arms. 

I had begun letting my hands roam freely over his body first on the outside of his clothing and then slowly beginning a sensual exploration into the front of his shirt. Running the tips of my fingers along teasing the hairs on his chest and across to his nipple. Hearing his shuddering intake of breath encouraged me to continue my exploration. Using the tip of my tongue to run it along his jaw line, nipping ever so gently enjoying his flavor. 

Feeling a bit restricted in my movements with the buttons on his shirt, I pulled my hand out and began to unbutton it slowly, looking into his eyes with a question that I knew only he could answer. As the last button was undone and his shirt was finally opened to my exploring fingers, I could hear his breathing as it was forced between his semi parted lips. His voice was strained with his growing need of me, as he asked, “what I thought I was going to do to him?” 

Smiling at him as I lowered my head so that I might enjoy the taste of him. Flicking my tongue over each nipple until they reached out to me with their excitement. I knew by his reaction that I was going to get what I wanted. By the way his hands reached up into my hair gripping it softly, holding me to him. Taking the hint I slide my hands further down his chest, until I had reached the top of his jeans. Running my fingers teasingly along the waistband of his jeans, temptingly dipping them in once in a while. Just until I could feel the tip of his arousal, then removing them. 

Noticing how uncomfortable we were on the bench, I repositioned us so now I was sitting on my knees facing him. Working my tongue slowly down his chest licking and suckling every sensitive area I could think of, taking my time to move lower on his stomach to reach his belly button dipping my tongue into it to explore every crevasse. Making sure to love every square inch of him with my tongue, hands and mouth. Savoring his taste and smell with each touch remembering how he felt to me. Sliding lower on his body I was just able to touch the rim of his jeans with my exploring tongue. Using my teeth to gently worry the button lose and then undone. Feeling his hands tighten in my hair gave me the go ahead for what I had planned for next. 

Moving lower still I slowly began to tug his pants down releasing the erection to stand firm and tall waiting for the exquisite torture, I had planned. Smiling I took just a moment to look at his beautiful erection. Then I lowered my mouth to hover just above his engorged member. With a quick stroke I took him all the way to the back of my throat, then tightening my lips around him to slowly begin a tormenting upward stroke with my mouth curling my tongue around the underside of him. 

Hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him into my mouth moving upwards along his length. As I reached the head again I slowly licked the slit with the tip of my tongue. Lapping gently at first and only revolving my lips around his engorged head. Hearing his moans of pleasure gave me the greatest delight, knowing that I was pleasuring him with my love. With the first taste of his pre-cum I thrust him deeply into the back of my throat again. 

Making sure to do a few twirls of my tongue as I worked my way back up, causing him to groan with even more pleasure. He tasted so delicious to me that I never wanted to stop; I began a slow rhythm using my inquisitive hands and mouth keeping the pace slow and sensual. Suckling harder with each stroke of my mouth, making sure to swirl my tongue around the head and base each time. I felt when he began to join in, thrusting his hips upward and shoving himself into my wet mouth. Moaning my name hoarsely with each earthy thrust. 

Working my hands around behind him I went in search of the treasure box that awaited my questing fingers. Finding it I worked my index finger in, beginning careful so as not to hurt him. Using my finger to love him as he would a woman. With this his erection grew, so that it was hard to fit him all the way inside my mouth, but I held on and pleasured him, as best as I could. 

With a guttural sound from the heavens he lifted himself up into my mouth with such a force to rock me back enough, that the first shot of his cum missed my hungry mouth and landed on my open lips. Not wanting to miss any of his love nectar I quickly slip him back into my mouth swallowing down every drop as if it was the water of my life. 

As his hands released my hair from their hold, he leaned back a little giving a sigh of satisfaction. Letting his now deflated member slide between my lips and fall limply into his lap. Not sure of what to do next I stood up and looked around to see if anyone has noticed us. I turned away from him so as to gather up the courage I will need for this next part. Then I felt his gentle oh so wonderful touch as his hands gripped my shoulders turning me to face him. 

Looking him in the eyes I could still see the love laying there for me. In my heart the strings that held it in place broke apart and my heart swelled with all my love for him. Knowing I needed to say something I smiled at him and reached up to touch his face with my hand. Enjoying the feel of the stubble upon his cheek. Knowing this wasn’t going to last long I started to form the words that needed to be said, otherwise I knew I would lose him again. This time forever and my heart just couldn’t stand that again. So sitting down on the bench with him I opened my mouth and began to speak. At first tentatively, then growing braver with every passing moment, explaining to him how much I loved him and how I was sorry for everything. 

If we could I wanted a fresh start with him. Making sure that he knew just how much I depended on him and his love. I needed him so badly that it began to hurt again just as bad as it had the first time. Looking into his saddened eyes I had a sinking feeling that it wasn’t meant to be for us. I knew this time at least I had told him everything that needed to be said. With a sadness that was tearing out my soul I wished that it hadn’t happened again like this. Then I heard a whisper so soft and sweet tell me, “wish granted”!

The room had gotten quite cold during my nap. Slipping to the fireplace to put on another piece of wood made it warm up a little better. Hearing footsteps on the porch outside I turned my attention towards the door. Waiting for the owners to come in and arrest me. To my amazement he walked in, this was my dream come true. Then it hit I realized I was still dreaming, or so I thought! Seeing him again I couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you so much”. As he walked towards me he smiled, such a look of wonder came across his face, which made me pause. This wasn’t a dream and this time I knew it as he reached down to take my hands into his. 

“Your hands are cold my dearest love” putting my hands up to his mouth he began to blow warmth into my fingers. Giving me life in places that had been frozen for so long. Seeing the question in my eyes he simply smiled at me making me wonder what was going on. Sitting down beside me he slipped his arms around me, I couldn’t help but snuggle down closer into his warmth. I could feel his breathing against my hair. Smelling my fragrance just as I was savoring his it was just as I had recalled. 

Why he had come and how had found me, I looked up into his face wanting to ask those questions. Only to find his mouth waiting to give me the answers I was looking for. My breath was stolen away from me at that moment; it had been so long since I had been kissed like that. My body’s reaction was a bit different then what I had expected as the juices began to flow through my budding flower. When he finally lifted his mouth from mine I found him smiling down at me, then with unspoken words we laid back together. 

The floor was chilly but we didn’t notice as our bodies clung to each other, with a need of years taking its toll. Slowly undressing him was a pleasure to me. I listened to his breathing pick up pace which only made me smile all the more. Teasing his nipples with my fingertips and then bending to taste them. He tasted so good to me; I just couldn’t get enough of him. His feel was wonderful as I stroked my hands down his stomach using a feather touch across the hairs along his happy trail until I reached his pants. 

Looking up to him I notice the glazed passion look that was his alone. Taking that as my cue to continue I slowly unbuttoned his pants lowering my eyes to savor the need that I can feel there with my hands. Releasing him from his confines makes me gasp with surprise; I had forgot how exquisite of a male he was. I couldn’t wait to wrap my tongue around him, lowering my head to flick my tongue around the engorged head. Taking my time to enjoy his taste and feel, sliding lower along his shaft to finally fill my throat with his flavor. 

Rolling my tongue I find my way back up just to slowly go back down. This time making sure to reach his base with my tongue tip flicking softly around his cock in my mouth. Feeling his hands as he begins to set up a rhythmic pace to my suckling of him. I was really enjoying him and didn’t want to stop so when he pulled my head away from his beckoning shaft I groaned telling him of my disappointment. 

Turning me over to my back he begins to undress me taking pleasure in the small moans escaping from my lips. Capturing one of my nipples between his teeth he bit down softly at first then harder. The moan that arose from my throat this time was one of pure rapture as my body arches up to meet his hungry mouth. This was heaven and I was enjoying every stolen moment of it. I began to shiver with anticipation at his touch wanting more. 

His touch was so magical to me just as I had remembered. The heat from his breath on my skin was sending tingling sensations along my spine, sending my womanhood to throbbing with my pent up need of him. When we were both finally undressed it was nothing to explore all the places that had been long over do for a check up. He kissed his way up one leg teasing me as he reached the y between my legs, bypassing it to work his way down the other. Torturing me with his tongue and lips ever so gently working over every spot his delicious mouth could reach of me. 

Working his hungry mouth back up along my leg, he reached my budding flower. Then dipped his tongue into my forming nectar. He must have desired more of my taste for he delved in deeper this time. Groaning through my teeth trying so hard not to scream with the feel of his magical touch. Feelings ran through me like a river, I wanted all of him, anything or everything I could just as long as it was with him. Using his mouth to kiss my nether lips, long and sensuously bringing me to the brink of no return. Soon I was beginning to think that I could live in this heaven when his fingers began probing my love cannel making the moans grow louder with every swirl of his tongue. Delirious with pleasure, I began begging for release to which he answered me with only a small chuckle.

Lifting his head long enough to ask, “problems my love, would you prefer me to stop”? I knew it wouldn’t take very much longer and I would be to far gone to return but I wanted more. I wanted him to fill me so full of himself that I began to beg for just that. Whispering, “please” several times while trying not to give into what my heated body was telling me. Finally his head lifted and there in his eyes was more love then I had ever seen in my life. His amber eyes shone with a brilliance to outshine the sun. He was so beautiful to me at that moment, my heart expanded to love him all that much more. I knew no matter what, I had to have him totally and now. 

There must have been something in my look that informed him how much I wanted him. He took my hands into his just holding them as if they were precious to him. I could tell he was just as bad off as I was when he positioned himself between my quivering legs and I could feel him fitted against my heated flesh. With passion taking control of us he joined us to become one with a single thrust of his hips. Taking us both to the clouds, racing each other to freedom and loving every minute we had. Joining with him in his thrusts bringing each other to total fulfillment as each stroke came harder and faster. 

We sent each other spinning out of control as we reached for the stars, breaking heavens door. When the stars finally stopped falling around us. As our breathing slowed to a more normal pace he whispered to me softly, “I love you to my sweetness, are you ready to go home now”? Looking up into his eyes I knew then my wish had indeed been granted. There would be no more lonely nights, no more tears, only laughter and love. 

As we walked out into the snow that night I heard the sweetest voice whisper to tell me, “Wish granted” smiling to myself as we headed for home together.



Wish Granted



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What if one of your random wishes was suddenly granted?  What if you gained the power to grant other peoples wishes?  How would it change your life?
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It all started at the end of a very, very bad day at work.  The day began with a special staff meeting where my immediate boss publicly blamed me for all of his recent screw-ups.  It got worse from there.

I was tempted to go home at noon after a sudden power outage revealed that the battery backup to the computer at my desk was not properly installed and I lost my entire morning's work to corrupted files.  Yes, I was saving regularly.  I was saving everything when the power went out.  That's what screwed up the files.

Just after two o'clock I was even more tempted to tell them to take this job and shove it when my asshole supervisor informed me, loudly enough for the whole office to hear, that since I didn't seem to be able to get the work done in a timely fashion, he was recommending that I undergo a special "performance review" at the end of the month.

I almost made it to five o'clock, but just after four-thirty, the entire computer system for the office crashed for the third time.  I yelled, "The hell with it," and cleared off my desk.  Company policy requires that we leave a clean desk at the end of the day, so I pushed everything into a pile which I then dropped it into the lower drawer of my file cabinet.  A few moments later I had slipped out a side door, gone down the stairs to street level, and was coming in the front door of Mickey's Pub.

Mickey Finn's Public House is a quaint little bar tucked in between the high rise office towers that form the city skyline.  It probably would have been absorbed by the developers years ago except this area of the city has an "open air conduit" ordinance that says there has to be so many hundreds of feet of clearance between buildings over three stories tall.  The result is that there are vast open areas between the modern tall towers.  In those open areas, along with several parks, stand smaller, older buildings that house bars, boutiques, and other businesses.

Mickey's Pub is probably the oldest of those buildings, and its interior is even older.  The current owner - who is actually an Italian by the name of Walter Damato - claims that the bar and many of the booths were originally part of a public house in Derry, over in Ireland.  That may or may not be true, but the long, wooden bar itself is old and massive and made of stout timbers that have grown dark under many coats of laquer, varnish, polish, and spilled beer.

Most nights I would stop by Mickey's after work to relax and enjoy a glass of my favorite dark ale, which Walt conveniently kept on tap.  Tonight, however, I was stopping by not to relax, but because I needed at least two - or maybe three drinks to forget what had to have been a new, all-time, "day from hell" at work.  The only problem was that when I got to Mickey's the place was packed - not just full, totally packed..  There was no space at the bar, and no booths were open...  except for Crazy Jack's spot.

Crazy Jack had been a fixture at Mickey Finn's for as long as most of us could remember.  Every afternoon at three o'clock, Jack would come walking in the front door and go directly to "his" booth where he would stay until closing.  During that time he would order four or five or even six rounds of drinks for himself and "his friend."

Jack would sit there all night sipping his beer and talking to the empty seat across from him.  When he finished his beer, he would evidently switch glasses with his invisible friend, because both glasses were always empty when Jack called for another round.  Above the booth was a big sign that said "Reserved for Crazy Jack Thompson and Friend."  No one else was ever allowed to sit there.  I normally wouldn't have even thought about trying it, but Crazy Jack passed away last week - most likely from the toll that years of heavy drinking had taken on his body.  He wasn't going to be using his booth tonight, so I did.

The place got suddenly quiet and everyone turned to look at me as I slid into the booth, but when  I yelled over to Walt at the bar, "Brink me a dark ale, please," he merely filled two glasses and carried them over to where I was sitting.

"I only ordered one...  for now," I said as he brought the tray.  

He replied, "If you sit in Jack's booth, you always get a double order."  Then he laughed a deep, rumbling laugh and added, "Trust me, you'll need it."

I reached for my drink, but almost dropped it halfway to my mouth.  The other glass sitting on the table was now almost one-fourth empty.  "What the hell?"  I said aloud as I looked around.   I took a deep draw on my ale.  When I set my glass back down, I could see that the other glass was now half empty.

"I wish to hell I knew what was going on," I muttered to myself.

A soft voice said, "Wish granted," and suddenly there was another person sitting in the booth across from me.   Maybe "person" isn't quite the correct word.  He was human shaped, about my size, with black hair and a closely trimmed black mustache which blended into a goatee.  He was very strangely dressed in a bright blue vest over his naked chest and very loose, deep purple pantaloon pants.  What was really unusual about him, however, was that he was vaguely green in color and more or less transparent.

He put his hands around the glass in front of him and said, "Not quite as good as ancient Sumerian beer, but dark ale is much better than that pale piss that Jack liked."

"Jack could see you?" I asked, dribbling ale on the table as I spoke.

"Of course," he replied with a laugh.  "Crazy people often see what sane people refuse to see."  He smiled at me and continued, "Jack liked having someone to talk to, and I liked having a regular source of beer."  He shrugged, "It was good while it lasted."

"Who... what are you?"  I sputtered.  "And why are you here?"

"My name is Julan." he replied.  "I am a Jinn.  I think your culture calls me a 'Genie,' but the proper term is Jinn."

"You mean like a Genie in a bottle kind of Genie? ... a rub the bottle and get three wishes kind of Genie?"

"Actually you mean a lamp, not a bottle, but that isn't exactly true either.  That myth came about because Jinn's supposedly appeared in the smoke of certain lamps.  Even if they did, the Jinn wasn't inside the lamp, and rubbing the lamp wasn't the important thing.  Rubbing was just to clean the metal because you needed something really shiny so that you could look back into your own eyes.  Looking deeply inside yourself is what enabled you to see the Jinn if it was present."

"So why are you here?" I asked.  

As I spoke, I noticed that people were starting to stare at me.  I had seen that look before when new people at the bar first experienced Crazy Jack.  I was debating between telling them all to go to hell or paying my tab and leaving when Julan began to answer my question. "I made the mistake of getting caught exchanging vapors with a Marid Jinn's wife - the chief of the Marid's no less."

He laughed in an empty sort of way.  "The Marid were the most powerful of the Jinn and he was the most powerful of the Marid.  He was really pissed when he found me and Fazeel fused together above the pool at the oasis.  I thought he was going to tear us both into wisps of smoke, but instead he plunged his arm deep into the earth and drew out a lump of copper.  He heated it in his hand until it glowed red and then he spoke the words that bound me to that lump of metal for all eternity."

When I looked perplexed, he explained, "That was a Marid's way of punishing another Jinn.  They would bind you to metal for as long as that metal existed and then put it somewhere really nasty.  There might have been a Jinn or two bound to the metal of a lamp, or perhaps the metal they were bound to was used to make a lamp... who knows where myths like that come from."

"Anyway, Fazeel and I were just untangling ourselves when Gazoom threw that glowing lump of metal far out over the sea, and even beyond the sea, into the great waters beyond.  I think he intended it to sink forever into the depths of the great waters.  Luckily for me, it landed instead on an island where it stayed until some miners picked it up and blended it with some other metals and made that."  He pointed to the brass foot rail along the front of the bar.  "That's the metal I am bound to, and so, I am here as long as that metal exists."

"What do you mean 'exchanging vapors'?"

"Well it's not like we have bodily fluids to exchange," He said with a laugh.  "And little Jinns have to come from somewhere.  Jinn sex is a total mixing of our bodies. You are actually both totally inside each other.  I've tried it a couple of times with human females.  They sort of know I'm there, but nothing much really happens for either of us.  I've been so long without fusing that I think I could screw the smoke from the fire in the steak brazier."

He turned a slightly deeper shade of green.  "I got desperate enough once to actually try something like that."  He grimaced.   "I wouldn't recommend it."

"So you are trapped here for all eternity?"  I asked.

"I doubt Mickey's will last for all eternity, but I am trapped wherever that metal is for as long as that metal exists, which seems like about half an eternity so far."

He reached his hand more or less through the glass of dark ale in front of him.  The area around the glass shimmered slightly and more of the rich, dark brew disappeared.  "On the other hand,
 he said with a shrug.  "Since I was far away from my home and was bound to a lump of metal, I wasn't there when the great plague wiped out my race."

"I thought Genies were all powerful."

"There is always something bigger and more powerful out there that can get you.  Or, in our case, something smaller.  I don't know if it was a disease or a curse that got out of hand, but one day the Jinns started...  evaporating.  Like a morning mist clearing off in the morning sun, even the most powerful of the Jinns slowly faded away... except for the few of us who were in exile bound to lumps of metal.  Its kind of ironic that our punishment protected us."

"So, are you the last of your kind?" I asked.

"Not exactly the last, but there aren't many of us left."

"And you can grant three wishes?"

Julan shimmered himself another large gulp of ale and shrugged.  "Yes and no.  This wish thing is a little more complicated than that.  If someone makes a wish in my presence, I can grant it or reject it.  There is no limit on the number of wishes.  But the person making the wish can't actually ask me for something and whatever the wish is has to come from that person.  Someone else, especially me, can't put them up to it."

"So if I wish for something now you can't grant it?"

"Nope.  Sounds stupid, but I didn't make the rules of the cosmos."

"And you can't ask someone to wish that you were free?"

"Nope.  The rules don't allow for it."  He drained the glass and then looked me in the eyes, "Kinda sucks, doesn't it?"

I sipped my ale and sighed.  "And I thought I had a really bad day at work.  At least it was only one day.  I wish there were a way to get you unbound or whatever so that you could be free."

"WISH GRANTED!!!!" he yelled, bouncing up and down in his seat as he repeated again, "WISH DEFINITELY GRANTED!!!!"

I looked around to see the reaction of the rest of the people in the bar, but then realized that I was the only one who could see or hear him.

His smile nearly split his face in two.  "You said the magic words.  I didn't ask you to, and you didn't intend it to be a wish you asked of me.  Your wish is granted.  Because you wished it, there IS a way to free me... if you are willing."

"What would I have to do?" I asked.

Julan coughed lightly and pointed at his empty glass.  "I'd order a round if I could, but you are the only one who can see me."

"I wish I had an unlimited tab," I said hopefully.

"Nope.  That one doesn't fit the rules.  Can't grant it.  Sorry."

"It was worth a try," I replied and then yelled over to the bar, "Two more, please."

When Walt brought them over he said with a smile, "I see you have met Jack's friend, whoever or whatever he is.  The previous owner labeled this booth 'The Haunted Booth.'  Anyone who sat here said they got strange feelings and their drinks kept disappearing.  Some of the women said that they felt a little like something was trying to put the make on them, but no one could explain what was happening.  Then Jack started talking to "his friend" and I changed the sign.  Jack's gone.  Should I put your name on the sign?"

"Not yet," I answered, "but the night is young."

After Walt went back to the bar, I turned back to Julan and asked, "So, what's the deal?"

"It is really simple.  Believe me, I have had a LOT of time to think about this.  All you have to do is be willing to take over my wish granting powers.  I retain all of my other powers, but having changed status I am a different Jinn, so Gazoom's curse is broken and I will no longer be bound to the metal in the bar rail.  It's a win-win situation.  I'll be free, and you get to grant wishes to people around you."

"But do I end up bound to the brass rail like you were?   There has to be a down side to this."

"No, it doesn't work that way... I'm certain it doesn't.... OK, I'm pretty sure it doesn't.  But just in case there is something that we aren't thinking of, we can do a trial run for say... a week.  You take over my wish granting powers for seven days.  If it works out, we make it permanent.  If it doesn't, we investigate other options.  What have you got to lose?"

"My sanity, for one thing," I replied.  "But I think I have already lost most of that."  Glancing down at my watch I yelped, "And my girlfriend if I don't get home soon."

I paid my tab and ran down the block to the Metro station.  A twenty minute ride and a short walk took me to my apartment.   I was desperately trying to think of what I would tell Sandy when I opened the door to find that the apartment was still empty.  She was running later than I was.

Sandy and I have been living together for about three years.  She is a lawyer and has a much, much better job than me, but because of being in a supervisory position, she often has to work late with little notice.  I checked the answering machine and found her message saying she would be late and asking me to start something for supper.  A second message, in which she sounded very frustrated and upset, indicated that she was going to have to redo an important document that was needed for tomorrow and would be at least another half-hour.  I was still checking what was on the shelves in the pantry when she came through the front door.

From her appearance, her day had been at least as bad as mine.  "I am so tired of being responsible for others," she said as she set her briefcase on the table by the door. Then she added, "Especially idiots who can't remember simple instructions or get the wording right on simple, but important, documents." 

She turned to face me and continued, "Growing up, I always dreamed of being master of my own life." After a deep sigh, she added, "Now, I am.  But making decisions for others and telling others exactly what to do all day, day after day, is destroying me.  Every day I have to be responsible for others and tell them everything they are supposed to do.  I never get a chance to get away from it.  I wish I could give someone else total responsibility for my life when I am away from work.   I wish I had a master to tell me exactly what to do so that all I had to do was to follow their orders."

"Wishes granted," I said softly.

"Strip," I said loudly and forcefully.

"What?" she answered with a look of surprise.

"You said you wished you had a master when you were away from the office.  Your master would like you naked when you are at home."

Sandy looked slightly confused, but began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Set your clothing with your briefcase." I commanded.  She did so.

"Fix us something to eat.  Whatever you think I would enjoy will be fine.  You may wear an apron if you are cooking something on the stove, but nothing else."

She looked at me with a bright smile.  I hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time.  "Yes Master," she replied and walked into the kitchen.  I watched her pert ass cheeks bob up and down as she walked away from me.

Dinner was uneventful except that Sandy remained naked at the table.  After dinner she said, "Why don't you relax in front of the TV while I clean up the kitchen?"  I silently nodded my head.  Actually, I was speechless.  Normally her comment after eating was something like, "I fixed it.  You clean it up." 

I went into the living room and turned the TV to a crime drama that I usually had to TIVO and watch later on my own.  After a while, Sandy came into the room, still naked, and got down on the floor against my legs in that almost kneeling way in which a woman sits more or less on her own legs.  She snuggled her head against my upper thighs and remained their silently for the rest of the show.

"What would you like to watch?"  I asked.

"Whatever pleases you, Master," was her reply.

I was tempted to switch over to ESPN, but I know that she really hates to watch obscure sports events with me, so instead I flipped the channel to a game show that we both enjoy.  She smiled and said "mmmmm" as she snuggled more tightly against me.  Evidently she knew that I was giving this to her as my gift.

We silently watched TV together until the game show was over and then I suggested, "Why don't we just go to bed early tonight?"

Sandy answered, "Yes, Master," and walked back into the bedroom.  I again watched her ass cheeks bob up and down as she walked.   I think I could watch her walk for hours, her ass is so perfect and inviting.

While I was taking  off my clothes for bed, Sandy stood in front of the mirror studying her body and lifting her boobs with her hands as if checking how much they sagged.  "I wish I had the body I had when I was 25... and could keep it forever."

I almost said "Wish granted," but decided to check to see if I could influence a wish at all and still grant it.  "Be careful what you wish for," I said in a very serious tone.  "I can see you now as a senile old woman in a nursing home with a smoking hot body."

"OK," she replied with a laugh.  "I wish I had the body AND mind I had when I was 25 and could keep it forever."

"Great," I said, trying to sound upset and amused at the same time.  "Now I will be a senile old codger in the nursing home with a smoking hot wife visiting me."

"All right.  I wish that both you AND I had the bodies and minds we had when we were 25 and could keep them forever."

"Wish granted," I said softly.

Sandy jumped slightly as though someone had pinched her.  "That's weird," she said.  My breasts and butt suddenly felt funny, like they were tightening up.  And now it looks like my nipples are pointing up.  They haven't done that in years."  She cupped her hands under her breasts, lifted slightly and let go.  Bewilderment showed in her face.

"Maybe your tits get all perky when you get turned on," I suggested.  Then I added, "Why don't you come to bed and see how perky I can make them?"

She was smiling as she crawled up the bed to kiss me.  "How may I please my Master tonight?" she asked.  She was beautiful, and it wasn't just that she had suddenly lost ten years.  Happiness and contentment shone in her face.

"If you are willing, your master would like to try to go around the world tonight."  I wasn't sure how far this Master thing would actually go, and I loved her, so I didn't want to do something she really didn't want to do.  I intentionally phrased my command so that it gave her the choice."




Wish Granted



"I was also a little afraid that my mind might be writing a check that my body couldn't cash.   It had been a long time since I was been able to perform three times in a row.  But if my body was reset to 25, maybe my sexual stamina was also.

"Why don't we start in France?"  I said with a smile.

Sandy hugged me very tightly, pressing her newly rejuvenated boobs into my chest.  She then gave me a wet, open-mouth kiss and began to trail kisses down my throat and chest and abdomen until she reached my groin.

She said, "Just lay back and enjoy this."

I did.

Sandy had never really liked to give head, but on those rare occasions when she was willing, she was an excellent cocksucker.  Tonight she was at her best.  As she bobbed up and down on my prick, for some reason a line from an old Arnold Schwartzenager movie popped into my head, "She could suck start a Harley."  As I erupted into her mouth, I could almost hear the roar of motorcycles.

She didn't spit anything out, but after swallowing slid off the bed and said, "Just a moment."  She walked into the bathroom, and I heard her rinsing out her mouth.  Less than a minute later she returned to the bed smelling of mouthwash and carrying a tube of KY.

She handed it to me with a smile and said, "If we are going to Greece next, you have to prepare the way."  She then turned around so that she was facing away from me and straddled my chest with her knees.  She lowered her head so that her face was almost resting on my ankles.  Then she reached her arms above her head so that her hands were hanging off the end of the bed and her breasts were tight against my thighs.  She wiggled her ass at me and said, "Make me slick and make me wet and I will take you through every island in Greece."

I could feel my prick beginning to become hard again as I squirted some of the lube between her ass cheeks and began massaging it in.  As soon as the lube hit her skin, she began moaning.  I pushed one finger slowly into her rosebud and her moaning got slightly higher pitched.  When I reached up with the other hand and began to massage her clit, both the pitch and the volume increased significantly.  By the time I had loosened her up enough for three fingers to slide easily up the Hershey Highway, she was wailing continuously.

"Now!  Now!" she suddenly yelled and pulled forward off my hand.  She raised herself up so that her upper body was totally vertical, and with a sudden downward thrust, impaled herself on my rigid cock.  She bounced up and down for several minutes clenching her anus at the top and bottom of each stroke until I erupted inside of her.  She continued for another minute or so and then slowed and finally stopped.

As she sat there astride me, she pressed her hands against her breasts and wiggled her ass from side to side against my lower abdomen, moaning softly all the while.  When I finally began to soften, she lifted up so that I popped out and turned to lay flat on top of me.  She smiled a crooked smile and looked me directly and deeply in the eyes.  "Let's get you hard again and then you can fuck me silly."

I was starting to wonder whether or not I had a third one in me on such short notice, but her hands and lips soon had me hard again.  She rolled us over so that I was now on top.  "Fuck my brains out," she moaned.  "Long, fast, and hard like you have always wanted to do."

I'm not sure how long I lasted, but I know that I was definitely fast and hard.  We climaxed together and lay sweaty and spent in each other's arms.  

After a few minutes I got up to go pee.  When I got back Sandy was laying siting up against the pillows on her side of the bed.  As I slid into bed I commented, "Might as well watch the news and call it a night.  We both have to get up to go to work tomorrow."

"Both of our jobs seem to have gotten to the point where they really suck," she said.  "I wish you were rich enough that neither of us would ever have to work unless we really wanted to."

"Wish granted," I replied.

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Saying what?"

"Wish granted.  You've said it several times tonight.  What is going on?"

"It's a little hard to explain," I replied.

I needed a little time to think, so I punched on the TV and said, "How 'bout if we watch the news while I figure out how to put this so you might possibly understand?"

She gave me one of those looks that only a woman can give and crossed her arms in front of herself as if to emphasize that she really didn't like my response.

"News in just a moment," intoned the talking head on the television.  "But first the lottery numbers for tonight."   After the typical opening, an overly-smiling young woman came on to announce the numbers as they rolled out down their plexiglass tubes.  "Our first number is eleven," she chirped.  "Next is twenty-one.  Followed by Thirty-one.  We seem to have a pattern going.  Yes, next is forty-one.  Will the final ball keep to the pattern?  Amazing, the final number is fifty-one."  She paused to tell us about someone who had won a million dollars the previous week by getting all the white balls correct, and then she continued, "And our Big Ball number is.......  number one!"  She flashed an especially big smile at the camera and finished with, "If you picked all ones tonight you are four hundred and seventy-five million dollars richer.  The number are '11, 21, 31, 41, 51' and the Big Ball number is '01'."

Sandy screeched, "Those are your numbers."  She was bouncing up and down on the bed.  "You always pick all ones.  Did you buy a ticket this week?  Tell me you have a ticket!"

I was sure I had a ticket, but I scrambled over to my pants and pulled out my billfold to just make sure.  It was a multi-week ticket and was still good.  I had won the lottery!

"Wait a minute!" yelled Sandy.  "You said wish granted when I wished that you were rich."

"And when you wished for the body and mind of a 25 year-old," I answered.

"And when I wished that I could be your slave," she replied, her face suddenly becoming very thoughtful.

"Does that mean you wish you weren't?"  I asked.

"No, not really.  I feel so free from everything else by being bound to you.  But tell me, 'Master,' what in the hell is going on?"

"Mickey's is open until two," I answered.  "You won't believe me unless we go down there, so get dressed."

She looked at me with a look of total confusion and asked, "Mickey's?"

"It will make sense when we get there," I replied.

As we walked to the Metro station, Sandy asked me repeatedly, "What does Mickey's Pub have to do with all this?"  

My only answer was, "I'll explain when we get there."

Luckily a train had just stopped at the station as we arrived and we were able board immediately.  With other people around us, Sandy stopped her questions and rode silently beside me for the twenty minutes it took to get back downtown.  Mickey's was still full, but not packed, when we got there.  Jack's booth was empty, as expected.  I slid into the booth and motioned for Sandy to sit beside me.

"It's easier to talk to you when I am facing you," she said and started to slide in on the other side where Julan was sitting with a rather surprised expression on his face.

"That side's taken," I said quickly and pulled her in beside me.  "Two dark ales and a white wine," I yelled over to the bar.

"What do you mean taken?" asked Sandy.  "And who is the second ale for?"

"Julan," I answered.  "He's sitting on the other bench of the booth."

"There's no one there!  Have you gone nuts?  This is Crazy Jack's booth!  Are you the new Crazy Jack?  Is that what is going on?  You have gone nuts, haven't you?  I wish I knew what happened to you today."

"Wish granted," I said softly and suddenly Sandy gasped and stared wide-eyed at the other side of the bench.

"She can see me now," said Julan.  He looked around at the crowd in the bar.  "I think you had better explain things before she starts screaming."

"Sandy," I began, "this is Julan.  Julan, this is Sandy.  Julan is a Jinn who was bound to a piece of metal that got mixed in with the brass that was used to make the foot rail for this bar.  He's extremely old and hasn't had sex since the Jinn race was annihilated thousands of years ago.  He likes beer and liked to sit and talk to Jack who could see him because he was crazy.  I can see him because I wished I knew who was drinking my ale and then I wished that there was a way for him to be unbound from the metal and he transferred his wish granting powers to me so that he could be free.  Now he is free and I can grant wishes and that's is why you are my slave and I am rich and we will both stay young and live forever.

I stopped taking at that point because I had run out of breath.  I took a deep breath, turned to look at Sandy, and asked,  "Did any of that make any sense at all to you?"

"He hasn't had sex for thousands of years?" is all she answered.  She looked over at Julan and said, "Poor man.  I wish there was some way we could get you laid."

Julan's eyes were wide open.  His mouth was gaping.  He was pointing at her and mouthing, "Say it.  Say it.  Say it."

"Wish granted," I said, looking back and forth between Sandy and Julan.

"What do you mean, 'Wish granted.'" she snapped.  Her voice was somewhere between question and anger.

"Well," I began.  "If I understand this right, you wished that Julan could get laid.  The problem is that Jinn sex is vapor sex where they totally mix their bodies together and exchange bodily vapors.  Human sex just exchanges bodily fluids.  You wished he could get laid and I granted that wish.  I think that means that now Julan will be able to exchange bodily vapors with a human female."

"Exchange vapors?   What would that be like?  I mean, for the woman, what would exchanging vapors with a Jinn be like?"

"Would you like to find out?" asked Julan with a very hopeful look on his face.

"Would it be dangerous?" asked Sandy.

"Only if you can die from pleasure," answered Julan.

Sandy replied.  "I've already done more tonight than I thought I would ever do, So what the hell.   Let's exchange some vapors."   Then she looked timidly over at me and continued, "If that's OK with you, Master."

"Go for it," I answered emphatically.  I'm not sure I meant it as strongly as I said it, but it wasn't like he was a next door neighbor or someone at work.  I mean, he wasn't even human so it wasn't real sex... was it?

Julan seemed to shimmer slightly and drifted through the table over to where Sandy was sitting.  For a moment I could see his shape totally enveloping her.  After a few moments, she began moaning and thrashing and yelling, "Oh my God!  Oh my God!  Oh my God!'

Every eye in the place was staring directly at this strange woman sitting in Crazy Jack's booth obviously having the greatest orgasm of her life.  Several minutes later, Julan shimmered his way back to his side of the booth and sat there with a smug smile on his face.  Walt, the owner, came over and asked, "Is everything all right here?"

Sandy looked at him with a very crooked smile on her face and answered, "Everything's fine, Walt.  Everything is just fine."

As he started to walk away I called him back and asked, "Walt, did you watch the news tonight?"

"Never change the channel on the TV above the bar," he answered.

"What lottery numbers do I always buy?" I asked.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed.  "You're rich!  And you bought that ticket here.  Double holy shit!  My bonus on that could be a couple hundred thousand."

"That's right," I answered.  "And I have a business proposition for you."

Walt and I worked out the details that night with Sandy's help and a couple of suggestions from Julan.  I am now a "silent partner" in Mickey's Pub with a provision in the contract that I have exclusive and perpetual ownership of the brass foot rail on the bar.  The lawyers that drew up the final contract kept asking what purpose that clause could possibly have, and I kept answering, "It has extreme sentimental value."

Actually Julan was afraid that if the metal was melted down and changed in form, the binding curse might be renewed.  So, this guaranteed that if that brass rail ever left the bar it was going to be buried intact in the deepest part of the ocean.

Sandy set up some special trusts with the lottery money so that we can continue to draw from it for as long as we live, which, if things work out will be a long, long, long time.  She also set things up so that we could easily relocate every ten years or so before people started to notice that we don't really age.

It has been five years now.  The booth at Mickey's has it's old sign over it once again that says, "The Haunted Booth."  Beneath that sign is another that explains that any beer, especially dark ale, left on the table will slowly disappear.  It also warns that ladies who dare to sit in the booth might be subject to "Ghostly Induced Orgasm."  Every night the customers at Mickey's chip in to put a fresh glass on the table whenever it empties, and almost every night there is at least one woman or another who wants to see if the sign is true.

For some reason, Julan decided that he was going to stay at Mickey's for the foreseeable future.  "I get all the free beer and free sex that I can handle," he says.  "Why should I leave?  Where would I go?"

The TV program "Hoax Busters" came to film at the bar one night.  They had hired a couple of famous magicians who were going to show how Walt supposedly used trick glasses to make the beer seem to disappear.  And they had several well-known psychiatric experts lined up to explain that the "orgasms" were just suggestion-induced hysteria.

It would have been an excellent episode thoroughly debunking Mickey's "Haunted Booth" except for one minor problem.  The show's host decided to do the opening while sitting on the bench in Julan's side of the booth.  She had barely gotten through the name of the show and into her own introduction when Julan made his move.

That particular episode never aired, but there are several different YouTube cell phone videos of her suddenly dropping her mike and yelling "God!  This isn't possible.  Oh my God!  Oh my  Gooooooooooood!"  In one of the videos, for just a frame or two, you can see a faint image of a green smiling face superimposed over hers as she passes out from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sandy and I stop by every few months to check on things.  She insists that it be after hours so that she and Julan can be alone together.  Walt and I go into his office and look over the books while she strips naked, lays on the bar and "exchanges vapors" with Julan.  I guess I should be jealous or something, but she says it recharges her sexual batteries, and she more than makes it up to me in the weeks between.

I still have the ability to grant wishes.  Some are good.  A single mother worrying about how she was going to feed her children suddenly had the opportunity for a new, much better job.   Some are not so good.  An abusive asshole of a husband knocked his trembling wife to the ground and immediately grabbed his chest and dropped to the ground himself with a fatal heart attack.  Some are a bit of a surprise.   A woman looking at dresses through a mall window suddenly lost over half her body weight.  Unfortunately for her, she also lost all of her clothing.  Her blouse, slacks and underwear were now so large that they slid to the ground around her and puddled at her feet.  I followed her into the store as she shopped naked for an entirely new wardrobe.  

I don't grant every wish.  I like to listen to people in crowds and grant things that appeal to me.  My mother always used to warn me, "Be careful what you wish for."  With me around, that is very good advice.  Be careful what you wish for.  I might be listening.  And who knows, you might hear a soft voice answer, "Wish granted."

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Wish I May, Wish I Might



Arthur Lambert and Mark Wheeler had been classmates since the first grade. Both sons of university professors, they lived a block apart, adjacent to the university, in what is known as the hill section of the city. Besides excelling as students, they were excellent athletes. To the consternation of their parents, they were successful at the scheming and plotting necessary to pull off pranks that might have gotten them thrown in jail, if they were caught.

Like the time they "borrowed" a cow from the university farm. It made the local paper when the cow was discovered wandering next to the stage of the local movie theater. Only Mrs. Wheeler figured out who did it, when she found cow dung on Mark's shoes. "You better clean these before your father sees them," is all she said.

In early January of their freshman year of high school, Art made this observation to Mark. "You know, I think I have all this boy/girl thing figured out. You know, why the girls in our class don't pay any attention to us. I also have an idea as to how it will play out, too. And, my friend, I have something else that is really hot for us to work on."

"Really, old great Sahib, fill me in on your wondrous observations."

"Have you noticed what grade the guys are in that the best looking girls of our class are dating?"

"Huh?"

"Well, have you? I'll tell you. Every last one of the nice looking freshman girls are dating either a junior or senior guy."

"Hmm, now that you mention it, your right."

"The way that I have got this figured is that the attraction of the older guys is that they have cars, and move with the older crowd, who have the best parties."

"So, you've got it all figured out, Dude?"

"Sort of. Here is the plan. We keep a book listing each good looking girl in school, freshmen, sophomore, and junior. Each girl will have a page on which we will record the name of the guys that she dates. Also, who, and how long, she goes steady with one. Girls that we have an interest in, we try to sit near, when they go to the movies to try to determine just how intimate they are with each guy. Anything we learn about a girl goes into the book.

By their senior year, the guys that they are dating will have graduated, gone away to college."

"So what?"

"Don't you see? A girl who has been really getting it on with a steady guy will suddenly have no steady, or anyone for that matter, to take her to the dances or parties."

"Golly, what do you propose, Einstein?"

"Fuck you. Get serious. How many dates have you had in the last month? None, right?"

"You got me there. Go ahead with your words of wisdom."

"Okay. First, when we are sophomores, we ask out the dateless senior girls that went steady for a couple years. If they will date us, even if their only motive is to have a warm body to escort them to a party or dance, we will be with a girl who has done a lot of heavy petting, and is used to drinking with the older crowd.. Failing that, we try the junior girls in the same fix."

"Whoo, Imagine having a date with Ellen Austin?"

"Speaking of Ellen, her brother told me that her boyfriend, Troy Burton, has a full football scholarship at South Carolina, so next fall she will be available, with luck, for some kissy-facing."

"Sounds good. We will see how it works out. It is going to be a long year until then. What is the other hot project?"

"Have you ever taken a good look at Mrs. Bowerman, the lady who lives next door to me in the yellow house?"

"Not really, no."

"I know a secret about her. I heard my folks talking a couple nights ago. Mrs. Bowerman is a drunk. You know, an alcoholic. Dad was telling Mom that he heard that she made a fool of herself at a frat party that she and her husband were supposed to be the chaperones of. According to Dad, her husband took her home when he found her in a hallway with two guys, who were taking liberties with her."

"How does that help us?"

"I clean her yard. The other day when I was talking to her, just before ten AM, I could smell whiskey on her breath. She had a robe on. She did not notice that it was part way open. I could see most of her tits. Her husband, Mr. Bowerman, is the regional manager for an insurance company. He is away every other week. That is why they have me take care of the yard, as well as clean their pool. With my driver's license, I can offer to take her shopping, or wherever she needs to go."

"What the hell are you talking about? Why doesn't she drive herself?"

"I used to ask myself the same thing, until Mom and Dad mentioned it the other night. Mom, said to Dad, "Her drinking explains why she does not drive her car anymore. She must be afraid of being picked up for DWI." If that is the case, I could get in thick with her, if I drive her around. Let's go to my house. If she is sunning herself by the pool, there may be something to see. I can see over their fence from the attic window.

Peeking from the window, Art handed Mark a pair of binoculars, he had just been looking through. "You can see the side of her tits, plus some pussy hair."

"Just your average lady. Bleached blonde, with nice legs. How old is this babe?" 

"How the hell would I know."

"Watch her often?"

"I check to see if she is out on the sunny hot days. Hey, notice the milk glass filled with her drink. If that is booze, it is a lot." 

"It's booze. I can see the bottle, as well as a small ice chest, under her lounge."

During the rest of the school year, the boys carefully observed the girls in the school. In addition, they asked the other members of the football team, as well as the members of the basketball team leading questions about the girls that they knew or dated. One night in particular, they received a gold mine of information. The Friday night after the last football of the year, Jimmy Barnes held a keg party at his father's hunting camp. Everyone agreed that if they came, that they would spend the night so that no one would get caught driving drunk.

In fact, there were three kegs. Everyone chipped in twenty bucks for the beer, steaks, and chips. It was a great party. Only the football guys were there. At one time, there were seven guys pissing off the rear deck. Jimmy told them to piss off the deck so that the septic system would not overflow.

Anyway, Mark said in a loud voice, "How many of these cocks have been in a real live pussy?"

Of the seven, four turned to wave their cocks at Mark. Troy, Ellen's boy friend, could be heard slurring out his pronouncement, "See this pretty cockee righty here. This baby gets used a lot in a nice warm pussy, let me tell you. Hmm, hmm, hmm ,hmm." 

Before the night was over, Art and Mark had identified twelve guys who claimed that they were doing it with their girlfriends. Like the good students that they were, the boys agreed that some of the guys might be exaggerating how far they could go with their girlfriends, but at least it gave them some girls to investigate.

The next two years were uneventful. Both boys dated upper-class girls, but neither had any success getting into any girl's pants. Mark took Ellen Austin to the New Years Eve ball. Everyone was invited to an after-ball breakfast at Dawn Simpson's house, just three doors from Ellen's house. No pussy for Mark that night. 

Art was now a regular visitor at the Bowerman's house. At first, he drove Mrs. To the grocery on Wednesdays. He would push her cart for her, as well as unload the groceries onto her kitchen table so that she could put them away. He hit a home run, when he remarked that he wished that he knew how to dance better. Mrs. Bowerman, who now insisted that he call her Jenny, lit right up. "I love to dance. I would love to teach you." 

"Oh, great. I feel like such a dunce at the dances now."

"Oh, Art. You are such a good guy. The girls will be all over you when you get older."

From then on, Jenny got more and more relaxed with Art. She let her hair down in more ways then one. She danced with him a couple nights a week, when her husband was out of town. At first, he could not smell whiskey on her breath. But soon, he noticed that the odor was strong. Her coordination, on those nights, would be off, as was her speech. He got bolder and bolder using his hands and legs to grope her, or run his legs between hers. When he did, he would notice that a slight smile came across her lips. He knew that she knew what he was doing. She thought that it was cute. Art was not sure of himself enough to try to go all the way with her, at least not yet.

Mark reminded Art several times that all his planning wasn't worth dip-shit. But then, one night in February of their senior year, their luck changed. Boy did it. It was a Saturday night. Art noticed that the Bowermans were throwing a big party. There were a at least twenty cars in the street. Art could see guys in suits, and ladies in long dresses pass, by the windows, all of which were open to allow the breeze to blow through the house. The Bowermans did not realize that Art could see over their fence, into most of the rooms, from his attic. 

Art saw a man and a woman walk to the end of the pool which was out of sight of the rear porch. Shit, he thought, that guy just lowered the top of her gown to play with her tits. Art phoned Mark. "Me. Get over here right away. I will leave the front door open. Folks are out. Come up to the attic. Something to see. Hurry."

"On my way."

By the time that Mark got there, the couple had returned to the inside of the house. As Mark softly padded over to the window, Art said dejectedly, "All over. Want a coke?"

"Sure."

"Be right back. Keep your eyes on the pool area."

When Art returned, Mark hissed at him, "Wow, come look at this. Isn't that Mrs. Bowerman?"

Art took up a second pair of binoculars. "Sure as shit is. Never seen the guy before."

As they watched, the guy was running his hands all over her. He lit up what appeared to be a cigarette. Then they saw that both were sharing it in a way that they had seen pot shared. Finished, he backed her near the tool shed. Then he picked up a lounge mat. Thinking they would be hidden from view, he placed it on the cement deck behind the shed. Hidden from the house? Yes. From the boys? No. They watched her being finger fucked. Then both gasped as he lie on her, with his ass rising and falling. When they finished, Mrs. Bowerman used her panties to clean her pussy. She left them laying there, when she and the guy returned to the house. 

"Give me five man. That was something," Mark remarked. Art sat back to sip on his "Coke." 

Ten minutes later, Mark stiffened. "Oh shit, here we go again."

Mrs. Bowerman, with a different man, was in the bedroom near the front of the house. They did not bother to turn the light off, another moment of good fortune for the boys. "Be right back," Art tossed over his shoulder, as he ran out of the attic. 

Art returned in time, with his camcorder, to record over ten minutes of hot fucking. When the guy finished, he got dressed. She lie back on the bed naked. Both boys enjoyed studying her. 

Spring break came. A Monday morning, Art mowed the Bowerman's lawn. When he finished, Jenny offered him a glass of milk, plus some "Fig Newton" cookies, which he gladly accepted. Art could smell the booze on her breath across the room.

"Art, could you drive me over to Centerville Arbors, just past the Centerville dam. I want to buy some flowers to plant around the house."

"Love to. My folks have gone to Raleigh to visit my relatives. How about stopping at the deli on the way. After you buy your flowers, we could stop at Welder State Park. I know a neat place in the ledges over the lake to have a picnic."

Jenny was turning towards the sink as he said that. She stopped to turn back to look at him. Their eyes met. For all of six seconds she stared at him. Those six seconds, Art would remember all his life. It was the six seconds, he knew, when a full grown woman made the decision that she would allow him to have sex with her. "So, young man, do you think that it is proper for a married woman to picnic in a secluded place with a much younger single guy, like your self?"

Boldly, Art responded. He knew that she was playing with him. "It all depends on what the woman wants to do with the young man, and where does she want it to happen, don't you think?"

Jenny's eyes never left his. "And just what do you think a married woman might want to happen if she was with a young guy, such as yourself?"

Art stepped forward to where he could put his arms around Jenny. He kissed her on the lips. For a moment, she tried to push him away. He backed her to the wall. His body pressed against her. Her arms went around his neck. She returned his kiss. He backed her to the stairs. Jenny took his hand, leading him up the stairs, into a bedroom. 

Both naked, standing by the bed, Art thought that he would cum, when his cock brushed against her naked body as they kissed again. Art knew nothing of foreplay. It made no difference. She was wet and ready for him, as he slid onto her. 

She guided his eager, throbbing cock to her waiting cunt. As it slid into her, she tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and let out the long sigh of a woman who knew the pleasure a young cock would give an older woman. She had fantasized about having sex with Art. She had pictured, in her mind, him on her several times, one right after another. 

On night, dreaming of being with him, she woke up with her finger in her pussy, humping away. If all went as she planned, she would have an in-house "Boy-toy" to fuck her every night that her husband was away. It was all working out. Art was an accepted fixture at her house. A fact accepted by both his parents and her husband. 

Eyes closed, she was in ecstasy as Art's cock probed in and out of her place of pleasure. He come, with several groans. His eager hands grasped, fondled, her generous bosoms, as many men before him had done. Now hard, his cock was inserted again in her. This time, she felt the tingle of an orgasm building in her pussy, spreading to her spine. Then, "Yes, yes, yes, Oohhooo, Yessss, Ohhooooo."

After the second go, she took his head in her hands, as she gave him instructions. "You clean up in the bathroom down the hall. I'll shower in here. Drive me to Centerville. After I buy my flowers, we can stop at the deli, and then have a picnic. That will be fun."

Seeing the frown on his face, she added, "We can do some more of this, too." 

Shopping done, they drove to the park. Settled on a blanket on a slab of rock thirty-feet above the water both enjoyed the lemonade, grinder, pickles, and potato salad lunch. 

It was a warm, cloudless day, with the wind blowing at thirteen knots out of the southwest. A boat could be seen, over three miles away, trolling slowly, probably for walleyes. Jenny lie on her back, arms up under her head, with her eyes closed. Art was on his side looking at her. She had on a yellow sun dress. Her hair was up in a bun. Her sandals were off, laying to the side of the blanket. A pine fragrance came from a nearby strand.

Without opening her eyes, Jenny said, matter-of-factly. "Come over here. Rub me."

"Okay."

Lying next to Jenny, Art ran his right hand the length of her left arm, then across her midriff.

Jenny let out a soft chuckle. She took his hand off her. Standing, she said, "This is more of what you had in mind, isn't it." With that, she slipped her dress over her head, to stand over him, completely naked. Again on her back, she took his hand, placing it on her pussy. "Play with that for a while." She closed her eyes. 

Art, sans clothes, lie next to her. His mind was going bonkers. He wanted to feel her tits, and finger fuck her, but he could not do both at the same time. So, he concentrated on his index finger which her was slowly probing her cunt with. For Jenny, enough was enough. She wanted cock. 

Jenny lifted her spread legs in the air, while pulling him to her.. On her, he slid forward. She reached under her right leg to use her hand to guide his cock to her hair-covered, wet entrance. With one push forward, Art was in. Her arms held him tightly to her. As a woman would, she wanted him to savor it. She whispered in his ear, "Art, Honey, go very, very slow. Feel how nice your cock feels as it slips in and out of me. Do it real, real, slow."

She held him, She tutored him. She used her pussy to tease him. Yet when he stiffened, cock about to spurt, she became a slut-whore, who loudly demanded in his ear, "fuck me, push, fuck me."

She let him fuck her again that afternoon. 

Art filled Mark in on all the details that evening. The conversation ended with him telling Mark, "I'm sure that she will fuck you too, if we set it up right."

She ask Art to drive her to the mall two days later. Art wondered how she would react to him. This meeting with a woman whom you had been intimate with was all new ground for Art. It somewhat amazed him that as far as he could tell, she treated him exactly as she had when she first started to teach him to dance. Friendly, warm, yet with no sexual overtone. That was, until, he had finished unloading her purchases, and she had finished putting them away. 

She asked, "your folks back from Raleigh as yet?"

"No, not until next Wednesday."

Jenny walked to him. She placed a leg on each side of his, as she ran her pussy up and down his leg. She kissed him full on the lips. Her hand slid up and down his now hard shaft. She took him by the hand, as she walked up the stairs to the bedroom where he had fucked her before. There was nothing slow and easy this time. They both wanted hard sex. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ooohhoooo, harder," she pleaded as her orgasm built in her. Together they exploded. 

Art talked Jenny into driving up to her camp in the mountains. By now, Art knew exactly what she drank. He had fixed her a milk glass full before they left.. He filled a flask for her to sip on during the twenty minute drive. 

Just before they had left, Art phoned Mark, while Jenny was taking a pee, to tell him that it was a "go."

Once at the cabin, Art lit the fire, as Jenny sat sipping on yet another drink, this one two-thirds alcohol. She blinked her eyes, as her head rolled from side to side, as he took off her clothes. "I'm a little drunkee, I am," she said, as her head bobbed up and down. "Just a little drunkee."

"Oh, but you are a sexy woman, Jenny."

"If your going to fucky, fucky me, you have to eat me first," she said with drunken, slurred, speech, as she opened her legs. The fingers of each hand now held her pussy lips apart, showing her red slash, protruding clitoris, pee hole, over her love canal. 

Art lapped her pussy from the bottom to the top, not knowing just what he was supposed to do. It made no difference. After the tenth lick, she pulled him over her, while softly demanding, "put it in me Artie. Fuck me." His cock slid into her with ease. This fucking stuff is everything he thought that it would be. In and out he moved his cock until it expanded, then blew his load. 

Jenny Bowerman lie on her back, eyes closed, drunk, expecting to be fuck some more. Art got off the bed., walked to the door, opening it to allow Mark to enter. Before he entered the bedroom, he shed his clothes. When Jenny opened her eyes, she beheld two naked boys, one with a hard on. She raised herself to her elbows, while shaking her head to try to clear the drunken fog. "It seems that your friend, Marky is here, isn't he? You boys planning on Jenny doing you both, huh? I'll just have to think about that." Her eyes closed and opened slowly twice.

Art looked at Mark, as he motioned with his right index finger by thrusting it forward and back in the air, indication that Mark should stick his finger in Jenny to finger-fuck her.

Her legs were a foot apart. She did not try to close them when Mark's finger found her cunt. As he ran it hard into and out of her, Jenny's eyes opened. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, as her head rolled to the side. Art opened her legs further. Then, Art played with her breasts, as Mark explored her pussy with his finger. Finally, `Art simply said, "fuck her. Take your time. She isn't going anywhere. I'm going to get a "Coke." 




Wish I May, Wish I Might



Standing watching Mark fuck Jenny, Art mulled over the scene before him. He and his buddy, Mark, had a mature, married, woman, who was now, and who would be in the future, be willing to fuck them, whenever her husband was away. 

When they knew the coast was clear, both boys would appear at the Bowerman house. When she would open the door, Jenny would frown at them. She would let them stand there for a few seconds. Then, she would ask, "Is there anything that I can do for you boys?"

Playing along, one or the other would say, "We understand that the lady of the house needs some assistance."

Jenny would retort, "But why are there two of you?"

"We are like potato chips, you have to have more then one."

All three would laugh as then walked up the stairs to the front bedroom for an hour, or more, of injecting Jenny with their young cocks.

Ellen Austin. Well, you might wonder, what happened to the boys interest in her. Especially after the bed luck at New Years. In May, all the local kids were at a nightclub on the lake. Mark had not asked a girl to the graduation prom. Ellen was finishing her freshman year at a local business college. The business college had few attractive guys, so Ellen had not had a date in three months. She spied Mark. "Hi Mark, how are you?"

"Just fine. You?"

"Good. Say, could I get a ride home. The girls are going to another bar. I just as soon pass on that, if I can go with you."

Riding in the car, Mark was treated to an amazing conversation. "Are you taking anyone to the prom, Mark?"

"Have not asked anyone as yet."

"Would you like to go?"

"Sure."

"You know, I used to date Troy Burton. We went steady. I had sex with him a lot. I miss having sex. If we went to the prom together, we could have a lot of sex between now and then."

Mark was wordless for a minute. What to hell is going on here? He thought. It dawned on him that she was telling him, as plainly as possible, that she would fuck him any time that he wanted it in exchange for him taking her to the prom.

He pulled off the main highway onto "Gilbert Pond" road. He knew a lane off the road that ended in a clearing. He stopped there. "I would love to take you to the prom, Ellen," he said as he slid across the seat towards her. His lips found hers. Her blouse and bra soon were off, with his hands fondling her lush tits. She did not resist as he took off her skirt and panties. He placed a coat and blanket behind her. As he slid onto her, she took his head with both hands while she kissed him, very hard on the lips. She would not release his head, as their lips ground together. She did not let go while he played with her tits, nor when his finger found her crack, or when it slipped into her. 

When his cock followed his finger into her pussy, she forced her tongue into his mouth for what turned out to be a five minute French kiss. Oh, Wow, he thought. She is a lot tighter then Jenny. It was so neat thrusting his cock into her, hearing her moan. An hour later, she whispered in his ear, "Hey, we have to go. It is past midnight. My folks will be looking for me."

When he kissed her goodnight, she whispered, "Thank you for the invitation, and thank you for the evening. We will have to do it again, soon."

Mark felt like he was ten feet tall. 

The next morning Art's phone rang. "Hey, good Buddy, did I have a night last night."

"Love to hear about it, but the folks are here, and I have to run. Tell me this afternoon."

"Will do."

That afternoon, after the excitement of sharing the tale of sex with Ellen, Art said, "You got me horny. Boy would I love to fuck her. We will have to figure a way to do it, like we did Jenny.

The next week, when Mr. Bowerman was out of town, the boys were in bed with Jenny, after each had taken a turn with her. Making small talk, Jenny asked, "So what is new with you guys?" 

In detail, Mark outlined the unusual offer that Ellen had made to him. Jenny just smiled a knowing women's smile. She understood Ellen's age old scheme, only too well. She had done the same thing herself, both in high school, and college. When Art mentioned that he sure would like to have sex with Ellen too, Jenny became a conspirator. "What is the date of the Prom?" She asked.

"June twenty-two." Mark replied.

"My husband will be out of town. Art, if I can be your date to the prom, we could double date with Mark and Ellen. I'll make sure that she drinks a lot of vodka. If we get her drunk, we can take her to my cabin. The rest is up to you guys."

All agreed that it would be worth a try. Jenny knew that she could dress and make herself up to pass as a college girl, if the lighting was subdued. 

The big night came. Ellen accepted Jenny as a junior in college. The prom was held in the city auditorium. Every table was filled. The music could not have been better. It was the "Rambling men." There were five turning globes with colored spotlights creating dancing lights throughout the hall. Everybody, of course, had smuggled a bottle, or two, into the hall. Miss Atherton, an English teacher, and Miss Thayer, the Spanish teacher, were there to make sure that everyone behaved. Sitting at a table in the corner, they got into a long discussion concerning changes in staffing for the coming year, which resulted in them not seeing or caring about what was happening in the hall. 

Ellen Austin got drunk alright. But, the plan got pushed aside, when Ellen and Mark were approached by five couples from her business college who knew of a hot party brewing at one of their friend's camp. There would be mostly college kids there, so Ellen really wanted to go. She told her friends, "Gee, wait for us, we will follow in Art's car, right behind you." 

Ellen led Mark to where Art and Jenny stood on the dance floor. She explained to them where they were going. Mark, a little slow from his drinks, did not counter her position, either with her friends, nor with Art and Jenny, so they assumed that it was okay with him. Jenny smiled as she considered that she would be with lots and lots of drunk young men who just might be interested in some strange pussy. Hers.

There were wall-to-wall kids at the remote camp. Art later guessed at one-hundred, or more. There was over a thousand dollars worth of booze that the father of the boy, Barry Dansk, who invited them all, had at the camp, stored in a closet. Half would be gone in the morning. A three thousand dollar stereo, with a three hundred watt woofer, boomed out the sounds, easily heard a quarter mile from the camp. 

Within an hour, some were so drunk that they stood, glassy eyed, leaning against a wall. Mark, Art, and their dates got separated. Anyone would dance with anyone. Art had an older girl, with huge tits, come up to him. She wrapped her arms around him, pressed her body to his, and danced with tiny little movements of her ass. It was sexy as hell. When he let go of her left hand, she wrapped her arm around his neck, while placing her head on his shoulder. Nothing was said, when he took her left tit in his hand. Nothing was said when he walked her to his car. Nothing was said when he lowered her to her back on the rear seat of his car. She moaned, moaned, and moaned some more when his cock was reaming her pussy. 

Mark dragged a tiny girl out of the camp, down to the beach.. She could not have weighed an ounce over ninety-five pounds. He had always wanted to fuck a tiny girl, one who he would completely cover. She fit the bill, just fine. Although drunk, she was an active fuck, one of the best he would ever have. They spent over an hour discovering each other.

Jenny carefully sought out a big tough looking guy. She wanted a night of rough sex. When she got him alone, he was so drunk that he could not get his cock hard. Jenny went looking elsewhere. The night was young, she knew.

What happened to Ellen, you may be thinking? Ellen was seeing double by the time that they arrived at the party, from the drinks that Jenny had given to her. She did not intend to separate from Mark. 

Now Barry Dansk, whose father owned the camp, had a much older friend by the name of John Duff. Duff invited his brother, Bob Wilson, and Woody McMann. These three guys were outlaws. All were thirty-eight years old. They had come to Barry's parties before. The only thing that they had in mind was pussy.

No one noticed when they arrived, what with the dimmed lights, noise, confusion, and flowing booze. No one noticed when they surrounded a very drunk Ellen, or when they half walked, half carried her to their van. No one noticed the van drive away. In the back, on the bed, Ellen was on her back, with John kissing her. 

"Ohoo, are we going some-some-somewhere?" she mumbled.

"Everything is all right, Baby." John said as his right hand found and lowered the zipper to her skirt. In a very remote farmers field, the van pulled into a barn. The door was closed. They were four miles from the nearest residence. It was pitched dark. Three sets of hands finished removing Ellen's clothes. John placed his mouth on her clitoris. Bob and Woody sucked her tits, while lying on her arms, keeping her in place. They had done this before. Each man knew what needed to be done to maintain complete control of the woman's arms and legs. Naked themselves, their cocks were hard, bobbing up and down as they shifted around, playing with this woman, who they would all be fucking again and again, before returning her to the party. 

It was at the same moment that Mark was putting his cock into the girl who had draped herself on him that John said, quietly, "Hold her legs."

Ellen felt each leg grasped just above the knee. Her legs were lifted and spread. A large man slid onto her. She felt him fumble with his cock, placing it to her entrance. The thrusting started slowly. Then, the pace quickened until the man was hammering his cock into her. They both begin to pant. He grunted several times as his seed was pumped into her. He rolled off, onto her right arm. The man who had been holding it rolled onto her. A new cock was in her, pumping faster then the first. 

It rose in her, as it was want to do. It was the age old desire to mate, to breed. "Let me go. Let me hold him," she pleaded. Her arms were released. She grabbed the man's ass, tucking her ass in the air to receive all his cock.

"Oh, God, oh, oh, oh, hu, hu, hu, aaahhhhh." Ellen, now covered with sweat, relaxed, as yet another cock was thrust into her.

During a lull, a drink was thrust at Ellen. "Here Baby, this will make you feel good." It was a very stiff drink. Later, she was given another. By the time that they were finished with her, she was hardly able to talk, much less remember what and who with, she had spent the last three hours. She was walked to Barry's door, and pushed inside.

Stumbling, she walked right into the arms of a dude by the name of Jerry Knickerbocker, who knew an opportunity when he saw one. Without missing a beat, he kept her walking to the cellar stairs. He had gone down there looking for a private place to take a girl. There was a bedroom down there. Ellen hardly felt him lie her on her back, or his lifting her skirt. John and his friends had not put her panties on. Her pussy was now exposed to yet another man.

"Going to fuck you, girl," Jerry whispered as much to himself, as to her.

Ellen whispered back groggily, "whatever?"

Now four-thirty AM, many of the original party goers had left. As usually occurs, a group of single guys, who had crashed the party, remained.

All seven of them were in the master bed room, naked. One was on a woman fucking her as hard as he could. Another had his cock in hand, ready to put it into her as soon as she was free. As she had for the four guys before this one, Jenny was thrusting her pussy at his descending cock. It was not often that Jenny got all the cock that she wanted, as she would this night. As dawn started to change the sky from black to a light gray, Art discovered Jenny. She was on her back, dressed, asleep, alone in the bedroom. He loaded her into his car. In the back seat was Ellen, asleep in Mark's arms. 

After dropping Jenny and Ellen off, the boys compared notes. "You should have seen this little chick. She did not have a titty to her name, but her little ass would go every-which-way." Mark boasted. "Oh, yaw, well this Amazon creature, with just great tits hung all over me. I fucked her three times. You should have seen her tits flopping?" Art countered, not to be outdone.

Just before Art drove off, he told mark, "Wish that the gals had some excitement tonight."

"Too bad, huh?"

I'm Softly

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Wish Me Luck



A thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing of my story; they always make my stories a better read. 

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Chapter 1 How it all began:

I'm divorcing my husband after many years of marriage. Please don't judge me till you have read my story.

I will distort a few of the facts so that anyone who might know me won't be sure if it's me. I think I'll call myself Linda. I always thought I looked like a Linda. I'm between forty-seven and fifty-five years old. I've been married for over twenty-seven years. I have two wonderful kids who are now grown-up with families of their own.

I'll start with what happened last year. I caught my husband cheating on me. He's been working over quite a lot and called me to tell me not to wait up for him because he was working over again. I decided to treat myself to dinner so I got in my car and headed to one of the family restaurants. As I was waiting at a light, I saw my husband's truck parked in front of a motel. I knew it was his truck because he had to have these flames of fire painted on the side doors. I guess he was living some kind of a teenage fantasy.

I pulled into the parking space next to his van and knocked on the door he was parked in front of. It didn't take a scientist to know something wasn't right here. 

"Who is it?" came the reply from inside.

"Room service, extra pillows. Please open up," I replied.

The door opened and there stood my husband, Don, in his undershorts.

"Linda, what are you doing here?" he said, very nervously.

I pushed open the door and in the middle of the bed was a young woman maybe thirty years old.

"You son of a bitch! You damn son of a bitch! If you wanted out of this poor excuse for a marriage, all you had to do was ask."

I turned around and with him saying something to me, I got into my car and headed for home. I began crying. Over twenty-seven years I put into this marriage. I was a good mother and tried to be a loving wife whenever he wanted. I never turned him down but in the last few years I could see he had lost sexual interest in me. Now I knew why. I went home and into my bedroom. As I was crying I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen area. I was nearly doubled over. I dialed 911 and they sent over an ambulance. As I was being carried out Don pulled up.

"What happened? What did you do?" Don asked.

I guess he thought I was so overwrought over his affair that I tried to take my own life. It was nowhere near the truth but he didn't know it. The paramedic told him he thought I had a gall bladder attack but wasn't sure till some tests could be run. I was put in the ambulance and taken to the hospital.

I was taken into the emergency room and it was my gall bladder. They removed it and my appendix. They told me when I recovered that I would be in the hospital for about four days. Don was in my room when I woke up. He started apologizing but I told him to just shut up. I didn't want to even talk to him right then. I told him I wasn't interested in his lame excuses. 

Over the next few days I had a lot of time to think. I decided I was going to divorce Don. It's funny when I think back over my life. It was always do for the kids, make time for the husband. Do this with the kids. Do that with the family. It was as though my whole life was planned out to do for everyone but myself.

I'm not totally complaining because I love my kids and grandkids and it was my job to put them first in my life. It's what good mothers do. I guess it's just that a lot of my wants and needs were put on the back burner. Don and I got married very young. He had been the only man that I ever had intercourse with.

I had fantasies and thoughts of things that I would have liked to try too. Don went ahead and apparently lived out some of his. I could never cheat on him, so I decided to tell him I wanted a divorce. 

When he came back to see me, I told him I didn't want to hear excuses. Either he was cheating on me or he wasn't.

"Linda, I'm sorry. It won't happen again, I promise."

How many woman have heard that before?

"Don, I'm going to help you keep that promise. I'm divorcing you. I'm not putting your wants and needs ahead of mine any longer."

Of course, the kids tried to tell me that their dad made a mistake and, of course, Don tried to convince me that was the first and only time he ever cheated on me. I told him I wasn't born yesterday.

I went ahead and moved out of the house. I decided to get myself an apartment and try to go it alone. Of course, the kids tried to convince me otherwise and Don told me he knew I'd be back and forgive him. What he didn't know was that I didn't care anymore about his affair. I wanted to go out on my own and maybe do and live out a few of my fantasies. I couldn't do it while we were married.

I wanted to have the freedom to examine my own sexuality, to do a lot of the things I heard other women do but never was able to live out.

I do have to admit I was somewhat scared. I've never been out on my own, ever. I worked at the local department store as a day floor manager. It gave me all my evenings free. I didn't have a lot of close friends. I was always too busy doing things for family. I never got out much to enjoy my life. Things were going to change.

I applied for a divorce and was told it would take a few months. I wanted half our net worth and the lawyer told me it shouldn't be a problem. I told Don he could have the house and all the furnishings. Of course he had to take out a loan and pay me half the value. The only other choice I gave him was we would just sell everything and split the money equally. I took my personal things and my computer. My computer was going to be my new entrance into the world.

When Don and I first got married, sex with him seemed like it was okay, but as I got older and smarter it seemed I missed a lot. Maybe it was me, maybe not. I knew I was going to find out. We never did anything but straight sex. Him on top or taking me from behind. I honestly don't remember riding him. My sex life sure must have been lacking.

I started to go to a few adult web sites and started reading stories. I read about all these things people did. Some sounded totally outrageous. But others sounded interesting. I knew about oral sex but Don would never do it to me. He said it was dirty. So of course I never had oral sex or gave it. The stories I read made me think about trying it. It was one of the things I knew I wanted to try at least once.

I have masturbated but it was more like just rubbing my clit. It felt good and I would have to think that if someone else did it to me and especially if they used their tongue, it had to feel even better. For the longest time I felt like I was committing a sin. How can rubbing ones own body be considered wrong? It sure felt right.

Another thought that I found interesting was being with a woman. I have often wondered what the thrill was and if I would try it. Most of my married friends kidded about the woman-on-woman that all their husbands seemed to hope for. What did men see in this? What did the women get out of it? It had to be the oral sex. I can see if you were getting eaten out and into it, you wouldn't care who was doing it as long as you were enjoying it.

Wow, I sure didn't know much about sex. A threesome was another thing I thought could be interesting. For a woman my age, I sure was a novice. Most any eighteen year old girl had probably more knowledge than me. Whenever I had these thoughts, I was always the one receiving the sexual pleasure. I really didn't want to try and please another woman but receiving pleasure sounded pretty good. Who knows? With time anything might be possible.

I really did want to experience new things. Was it wrong? I don't think so. I paid my dues and, even if some of these things were a mistake, I still wanted to do some experimenting. I felt I earned the right to live my life the way I saw fit.

Starting out was going to be rough. I wasn't a slut and didn't want to spread my legs for just anyone. I still had kids and grandkids to think about. I wasn't about to be caught in the local bars taking on all comers. That isn't what I wanted at all. I just wanted to be free and have some new sexual experiences. I wasn't getting any younger and ten years from now I wanted to be able to look at myself in the mirror and say it was a good ride.

I wasn't ready to totally put myself out there and, besides, I wasn't going to get involved with anyone till my divorce was final. I started by going on the computer in the evening and going to web sites and just talking to the different people. I was the newbie on the sites. Everyone wanted to know all about me. I didn't give away too much of the personal stuff where someone could locate me, but I did find myself talking sexy and sometimes a little slutty. It was fun and did seem a safe way to start out.

I registered online as Horny Grandma. I had everyone talking to me. I knew most of it was bullshit but no-one was getting hurt. I didn't give out my personal e-mail but started a new online one for my so-called friends on-line. The women were nice enough but most men always added a little slut talk to their emails.

I was saying things to these men that I couldn't believe I was saying.I guess I had become an online actress. I would say stuff like, "my pussy needs some attention. Do you like big breasts? What would you like to do to me if you were here?"

I found out very quickly that talk like that brought out the wrong kind of people for me.

I guess I was an online slut and it was sort of fun. I hardly ever went out. My evenings were spent with my online friends. I do have to tell you that I did masturbate. I did it the ways they did in the stories. I even bought myself a little vibrator. It made me feel better than Don ever did. I do have to admit that some of this slut talk really got to me. 

Just so you know that it wasn't all about sex, I also found some real online friends. We kidded and joked and I looked forward to talking to most of them every night. My life was more about freedom and doing things that I wanted to do. Sex just happened to be where I really missed out.

I basically talked on two websites. One was more of a sex talk online and the other was more general where the talk was a lot of jokes and flirting. It was definitely a lot calmer and safer site. 

I found it was tough to make friends at my age, hard to break into new groups, clubs, as an adult. It was like starting life over again, but as a grown up. I do have to admit it was scary. I didn't go out much because it was hard for me walking into a restaurant alone, thinking people are feeling bad for you, especially if they knew you. I found it much easier to just go to a drive-through or make something for myself at home. It was lonely; I didn't expect it to be that bad. 

I decided to push my sexuality a little further on the sex site so, when one guy asked me what I looked like, I posted a picture of myself in a tight blouse and a short skirt. I thought I looked pretty good. So did the guys; at least that's what most of them said.

Now because of my age, gravity took its toll but my breasts did look pretty good even though they sagged a little. Not much I could do about that. The readers asked for more and I gave it to them. I never showed my face in my pictures and I didn't have any distinguishing marks like tattoos, so I felt pretty safe with my pictures.

I used my web cam and took a topless pic of myself. It went over big. I was somewhat of an online exhibitionist. I didn't mind showing my body. None of these people knew me. I got braver and showed myself with no bra, in see-through panties. It was a big hit. I had more fun doing this than all the sex I had with Don in the last ten years.

I wasn't looking for a boyfriend or a long term relationship. I just wanted to try a few new things. I got a lot of personal emails at the web site asking to see my naked pussy. I had to think long and hard if I was willing to do it. As I mentioned no-one has ever seen my face and I wanted to keep it that way. It's funny when I think about it that I have shown my bare breasts to thousands of men but no-one knows who they belonged to.

I decided against the bare pussy pics for the general public. Maybe if I got a few special friends I might send one to them. I took some and I do have to say I didn't look too bad. I just figured if I posted those types of pics I would generate a not so good clientele. I was getting plenty of email but I could tell most of it was just talk. I did receive a few that I decided to answer.

I got a letter from a young guy in his late twenties asking to meet me. I knew that meeting someone from online could be a dangerous thing. He asked me for more nude pics which I sent him. I showed him pics of me from my neck down to the top of my mound. He sent me a picture of himself with a hard-on. It was a turn-on seeing this young bloke's cock sticking out. He had a flat tummy and a jaunting cock.

He asked me where I lived and I told him the general area. I wasn't about to give away my location. He told me where he was from and it was only about an hour away. It kind of bothered me knowing he could be that close. Of course I didn't give information about my family or job or anything where I could be tracked down.

I tried to use common sense. Why would a twenty-five plus guy want a forty-seven plus woman? If the picture was real and he was that good looking - he showed his face - why wouldn't he be out banging some young slut? There are sure enough of them out there anymore

As much as I thought about riding the young buck, I decided I might email with him but didn't have any plans on meeting him. I wanted the freedom to choose. I just wanted to find my little bit of happiness in this world. Bonking this young stud might have been fun but after the sex then what? I had a regular life to lead. I wasn't out there to give anyone ammunition to hurt or blackmail me. 

I was discarding emails left and right. As I said, I wanted some fun, not to get beaten or raped. I remember telling a couple of guys that they should take their twelve inch cocks and shove them up their ass. They weren't getting near mine.

I was finding out fast that there were really a lot of perverts that hung around these sites. I decided to stay with my friendly site but drop the perverted one. 

One day when I was talking with my online friends I got a message from an older fellow. He was even older than my husband.

"Dear Horny Grandma, I liked your pics very much. I would like to converse with you one-on-one but not on this site. Here is my email address if you are interested in talking with me."

I sent him an email talking in general terms. He told me he loved my pics and would love to take me out for dinner. For some reason this man seemed genuine. He told me he was a widower for two years now. He said he still had some wild oats he would like to sow before he would be unable to. He promised me that he would answer any questions I had for him. He also asked me if I had any more pics that I could send him personally.

I sent him a number of pics but of course not showing my face. He was always complimenting me on my looks. I remember him saying a lot of things I wanted to hear.

I didn't know why I did it but I trimmed my bush and sent pics of me in see through panties to this man. I found out while emailing with him that we were about four hours apart. I wish I knew if he was being honest with me. Unlike the young guy, this mature man really seemed sincere. 

We talked back and forth for about a month. I started telling him my personal stuff like my husband cheating on me and I wanted to experiment a little. He said he would like a lot of the same things I wanted. He said he never did oral when he was younger but that the pictures of my vagina -- yes, he said vagina - turned him on. He actually told me that if I would meet with him he would eat me out till I squirted my cum at him.

I had to laugh. I always thought that there could be something wrong with me because when I get really aroused, I squirted. I have to admit that it didn't happen very often but the man got aroused thinking about it.

My divorce was going to be finalized in about two weeks. I wanted to do something a little wild and was thinking of meeting the mature gentlemen. I keep saying mature and he was only fifty-five.

We talked some more and I asked him for a picture. He sent me a picture of a man that could be the deacon of the church. Good looking for an older fellow, maybe a little overweight. It had to be an honest picture. It wasn't the type that would turn a girl on but it showed honesty.

I told him that the day after my divorce was final maybe we could meet, but it had to be at a nice restaurant in a central location to which we could both drive.

His name was George. It even sounded like a mature man's name. To be honest with the readers, I really wanted to get fucked by someone new. I was hoping that my husband, Don, wasn't as good as it gets. I did need for someone to start off gentle with me. I thought George just might be that man. I didn't care about his age. As I mentioned he was in his fifties.

"Linda, if you will meet me, I promised to be gentle, courteous, and treat you like a lady. If we enjoy dinner together and you want to go further, I'll get us a room and we will see where it goes from there. I do have to tell you that I want more than just a quick fuck. I want to make love to your whole body. I want to rub your back from your shoulders down to your feet, spending a lot of time on your butt.

"Then I want to gently rub your breasts till your nipples get hard. I want to rub an ice cube across your nipples like I saw in the movies. I'll suck them till you tell me to stop. I want to linger on your belly till your breathing is labored. Next I want to rub your mound and then devour your pussy (this time he did say pussy), to push my face and tongue deep inside of you till you cry out.

"After that I want to rub your legs and touch every inch of your body. I want to even squeeze and kiss your feet. After resting I want to sink my hard cock into you. I want you to let yourself go and scream out like you've never done before. After I come, I want to relax and then we can do whatever you have on your mind."

I couldn't believe what George had said. That would be more sex in one night than I've had in years with Don. It was like reading a sex novel. What woman wouldn't want all that? I decided to go for it.

George said he would make reservations at the Holiday Inn for dinner. He said that I should recognize him from his picture and that he would have a bouquet of flowers on the table with him.

I felt I would be pretty safe here. He still didn't know what I looked like with my clothes on and I could easily leave if I felt uncomfortable. I agreed to meet him.

He told me not to wear underwear but I told him that if he did half of what he said he would do, I would be flowing juices at the table; my dress would be a mess. If we decided to go further, he would be welcome to tear off my panties.

Chapter 2 In the motel room:

I was in my bedroom getting dressed. I was hoping I wasn't making a mistake. I called the Holiday Inn and indeed he made reservations for two. I decided to call room reservations and he also had rented a room for the night. In fact, he reserved the room for two nights. This could be interesting.

I pulled up to the parking area and a valet took my car. I walked into the hotel area and glanced in the dining area. There I saw George waiting for me with a bouquet of roses sitting on the table. I walked up to his table and he stood quickly.

"I never expected such a beautiful woman," he said.




Wish Me Luck, The Sequel



By DG Hear & Jake Rivers 

This story is a collaboration by Jake Rivers and DG Hear. We thought we'd try it and see how it turns out. We would also like to thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for their editing. 

This story is a sequel to 'Wish Me Luck', about a woman in her forties who found her husband cheating on her. She divorced him and decided to go live out some of her own sexual fantasies. To read all about her, you'll need to read, Wish Me Luck, though this is a stand-alone sequel. Matt is a new character; after Part 1 the rest of the story is from Matt's perspective.

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Part 1: Linda Speaks 

I was so confused after my husband cheated on me. I decided to go live my own life. I went on the Internet and started flirting with different men. Like many women, I have sexual fantasies too. I never lived any of them out; after all, I was a married woman with a family and now even a grandmother. 

One thing I forgot to mention is my ex-husband cheated on me most of our marriage. It came out during our divorce. I know that a lot of readers didn't think much of me for going on with my life the way I did. I decided to just test the waters and find out if the sexual life was for me before I got much older. 

Those who read my story know that I ended up having sex with a mature man named George. We spent a night of romantic sex and I really liked it. I felt wanted and alive and at the same time a little slutty. 

We ended up the next evening taking in an adult show. We met another couple sitting near us. George asked me if I would be interested in going out with the other couple after the show. He said he would talk with them if I was interested. Of course, I said yes and the couple agreed to drinks and maybe a little dancing. 

I was wondering where this evening would lead. Would I have my first ever threesome or even a foursome? Or maybe have my first time with a woman. Time would tell. I finally was able to be my own person and make decisions that would affect me. I now had my freedom to choose. I hoped it would all work out for the best. 

I was wrong! It was a horrible experience. Dan and Kelly were nice enough people but I found out the lifestyle just wasn't for me. I was pretty intoxicated by the time we got up to our room. It just wasn't me; I was never one to get intoxicated and there I was standing in a room with two men staring at me while another woman undressed me. 

All I could think of was that I was a slave in the olden days and was bought by these two men. This woman was to strip me and make me a servant. It just didn't feel right having another woman squeezing my breasts and putting her fingers in me. It wasn't at all the tenderness I expected from another woman in my fantasies. 

She laid me on the bed as the two men George and Dan started feeling up my body. I kept telling myself to give it a chance, this is what I wanted, that it was the new life I chose. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else. It wasn't working. Kelly was sucking on my tits and her husband Dan was fucking me. 

I opened my eyes and there stood George with his cock out ready to feed it to me. I opened my mouth to speak and George pushed his cock into it. God, this was horrible. Dan wasn't tender or loving. He just plowed his cock in and out; it hurt. I felt almost like a rape victim. I let these three people use and abuse me. George's cock was going a mile in minute in my mouth. I would nearly gag every time he pushed forward. 

All I could think of was my big mistake in thinking this was the life for me. I just wanted the two men to cum and just get it over with. I couldn't really blame them. I had asked for this. I knew right then that it wasn't the life for me. I just wanted it to end. 

Dan pushed forward hard and shot his load in me. It hurt like hell. It was nothing like the fantasies that I had dreamed up. I knew my pussy was bruised. George came and I choked on his sperm. I started coughing when he quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth. I pushed Kelly to the side and got up to run to the bathroom. She was still sucking on my tits; sucking on one and squeezing the other. It wasn't anything like I expected. I felt like my tits had been mauled. 

I got up too quickly and fell over. George helped me up and looked at me as I staggered into the bathroom. I threw-up and then just sat on the toilet and cried. I could hear the men and Kelly outside the door. 

"I think she drank too much," I heard Dan say. 

Kelly told them to forget about me. She was theirs for the taking. I turned on the shower and got into it. I wanted to wash away the mistakes I had made. I knew that the wild life wasn't me. I had read too many novels about love and romance and that's what I had wanted but instead I was a slut for other people. 

I ran water in the tub after letting the shower run for a while. I just laid in it till I heard Dan and Kelly leave. I didn't want to face them. My embarrassment was just too strong. George knocked on the door of the bathroom and asked me if I was okay. I told him that I would be right out. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. Since I didn't have any clothes in there with me, I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door. 

"Are you feeling better, Linda?" asked George. 

"George, it was horrible. This wasn't at all what I had expected. I'm sorry, but I need to leave." 

"I thought it was what you wanted. To experiment and enjoy new sexual experiences," replied George. 

"I thought so too, George; but I was wrong. I'm not blaming you. It just isn't the life for me and I realize it now. I'm so sorry but I must go." 

George tried to plead some more with me but I had to leave. I had to put this in my past. I went ahead and drove home that night. I decided I needed to make some major changes in my life. My daughter and her husband were moving to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania the following month. I decided to get away from my old life and start fresh in Pittsburgh also. My daughter was so happy to know that I would be there to see my grandchildren. 

I moved a couple of months later and got a job as a medical receptionist in a large doctors' complex. I was happy with the new me. I didn't date much but I spent quite a bit of time with my grandkids and I still had my freedom to make my own choices. 

One day a younger man came in who worked for a pharmaceutical company. He must have been in his thirties. He was good looking and was a real gentleman. He would stop by about once a month and on his third visit, he asked me out. 

I knew he was a little young for me but I didn't see anything wrong with going out with him; after all, I had the freedom to choose. We went out and had a nice dinner and he complimented me over and over, telling me all the sweet things a woman likes to hear. The only advances he made was a kiss goodnight. The following month he asked me out again and we took in a movie. Again, he only kissed me goodnight. 

I was falling for him in a romantic way. Not love or anything like that but it was just nice being treated like a lady. He lived in Philadelphia and was still single. Every time he was in town he took me out. I looked forward to seeing him. The following month we went to dinner and dancing. I had a couple of drinks and he took me back to his room. It had been a long time since I had been with a man now. I wanted to be made love to and Barry did just that. The sex was good. He seemed gentle and loving and always waited for me to come. Every time he came to town, he romanced me and we had sex. 

I told him a little about my life and that I had tried to be outgoing sexually but it just wasn't me. He joked and told me I probably just was with the wrong people. He laughed and I never gave it another thought. 

About six months had passed and he told me he had a surprise for me. I had no idea what it might be. He told me he had tickets for a cruise to the Bahamas and wanted to know if I would go with him. I didn't care about our age. This good-looking man wanted to take me on a romantic cruise. He even told me that some of his friends and their spouses and girlfriends were going also. I was finally going to meet some of his friends. 

I talked it over with my daughter who had never met Barry. 

"Mom, if it's what you really want, go for it. I can't say that I'm not a little worried but you've always been a sensible woman. So, go and have fun; God knows you deserve it." 

She never knew about that temporary loss of my senses that I was able to live through. I do have to say that I was a bit worried or skeptical about the situation, but Barry showed me the tickets and I talked it over with my employers and got the time off. 

All I had to do was take a short flight to Philadelphia and meet Barry at the airport and we would be flying together to Florida where we would be picked up and taken to the cruise ship. 

The flight with Barry to Florida was fun and I had a chance to meet several of his friends. They seemed nice and Barry acted like he was proud, like he was showing off. When we got to the ship, the room was nice with a good-sized window giving us a view of the ocean. Just having that window made the room seem bigger. There was a single, full sized bed that took up a lot of the space. It looked like Barry and I were going to be quite close! 

I was looking forward to the cruise and was feeling much better about my life since the divorce. I was beginning to hope that Barry and I might have a future together. Of course, that would be a ways down the road. 

After dinner together that first night on board we went to the Captain's reception. Barry introduced me to the rest of his friends that met us on the boat. They seemed to be from New Jersey and New York. The drinks didn't cost anything and the food was wonderful. I had a sense that this cruise was going to be the best thing that ever happened to me. 

Later we went dancing in one of the lounges. It was a little louder than I liked but Barry was showing me a lot of attention and that made me feel good. I danced with several of his friends and one of them, Brad, got fresh a couple of times. He would put his hand on my ass and when I slapped it away, he would laugh. I didn't like it when he pushed his groin against me; I could tell he had an erection. 

Barry drove me crazy that night in bed. I had more orgasms than I had ever had before in one night. He kept telling me what a great body I had. 

The next morning he didn't seem to want to get up so I explored the ship. I'd never been on a cruise before and I found everything fascinating. I went to one of the buffets and enjoyed the wide variety of fresh fruits they had. 

When I got back to the cabin, Barry was just getting up. I started to change into a swimsuit to go up to the pool and Barry grabbed me and pulled me back on to the bed. He took me right away, for the first time not getting me ready first. He was rougher than he had been and seemed like he just cared about his gratification. 

I asked him about it and he said, "Damn, Linda, I saw you taking your clothes off and you got me so hot I had to have you right then." 

I felt a little better about it but was still somewhat uncomfortable with a side of Barry I hadn't seen before. Later we met his friends by the smaller pool that was for adults only and was close to a bar with a spa right next to it. The jets were strong and the hot, bubbly water was very relaxing. We spend several hours there and then came back after lunch. 

Most of Barry's friends were drinking a lot so I spent some time talking to one of the girls. Her name was Judy and she worked on Wall Street as a securities researcher. We seemed to have a lot in common and I liked her. 

The action in the water started getting rougher. Brad grabbed my breasts a couple of times and once slid his hand down the back of my bikini bottoms. I jumped out of the pool and complained to Barry. 

"Oh, come on, Linda. He's just had too much to drink and was having fun. Look, I'll talk to him." 

Brad did seem to back off after that and I was able to have fun. The next morning we docked at a small island in the Bahamas. Everyone planned on going ashore to the beach. Judy told me it had the softest sand of any beach she had ever been to. 

When we got to the beach, I saw a lot of families and felt good about that. I loved to watch children running in the surf and building sand castles. The group just kept on walking past that beach and to another one on the other side of some large boulders. I was shocked to see that this was a nude beach. 

There was a place that gave everyone baskets to put their clothes in and all of Barry's friends just took their clothes off and put them in their baskets before giving them to the kid behind the counter. He gave each of them a key on an elastic band and they started walking away. Barry was standing there, nude, and getting impatient with me. 

"Dammit, Linda. Just put a towel around you and let's go." 

I was uncomfortable but I didn't want to make a scene so I took my clothes off and wrapped a towel around me. I wasn't happy with the way things were going. 

I was older than most everyone in the group and, of course, I didn't have the bodies that these younger women had. I do have to say that Judy was right and the sand felt good under my feet. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and my parents took me to the beach. Only I had a bathing suit on then. 

We got lounges to sit on and as I was about to sit down Barry grabbed my towel. Everyone started laughing and I was totally embarrassed. I put my arms across by breasts and called Barry a bastard. It made everyone laugh even more. They didn't realize I was totally serious. 

Judy suggested we go in the ocean and cool down a little. A number of the group got up and headed down to the water. I felt a bit embarrassed knowing other men saw my big ass while I ran to the water. I'm not a prude but I did feel a bit out of place. I thought I'd given up this free wheeling sex stuff for love and romance, but here I was on a nude beach. 

While in the water, Brad had come up to me again and had grabbed my boobs. I was getting pissed. I thought that Barry was going to talk to him. I yelled at him loud enough for the people around me to hear. Brad laughed and went over to probe one of the other women. Judy came up to me and asked me what was going on. 

"Brad came over and put his hands on my tits and I told him to stop or I'd tell Barry. I might have come out here nude but that doesn't give every man the right to try and feel me up," replied Linda. 

"Linda," spoke Judy. "I know we just met, but you do know what our group is? Don't you?" 

"What do you mean, Judy?" I asked. 

"We're a swingers group. We all came on this cruise, and of course swinging is the reason we are here. You know, swap partners and all. That's why Brad felt you up. Didn't you know? Didn't Barry tell you about it when he asked you to come on this cruise?" asked Judy. 

"God, no! He didn't say anything to me. I thought he liked me and just wanted a romantic cruise together. How stupid could I be? Why did he ask me anyway? Surely there are other gals that he could have asked?" 

Judy replied, "Damn, what a bastard he is. He has a girlfriend that he brought to swap parties named Marci. It was my understanding that Marci couldn't make it so he invited you. He told us that you knew all about Marci and our group. I'm so sorry, Linda. You seem too nice a person to be used by him. In fact I think I'll tell Ben that maybe we should just have a nice cruise of our own. I think I've had enough of this swinging stuff myself, especially with people as conniving as Barry." 

"I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm stuck here on this cruise with Barry. I'll try to act normal till I can figure something out. Thank you so much for being honest with me Judy. I really do appreciate it," I replied. 

We headed back up the beach and I saw a man motioning me. He was pretending he was drinking something. Hell, he didn't even have anything in his hand. He just looked at me and shook his head in a no motion. I continued on to where our group was. 

When I arrived near my chair, Barry offered me a Margarita. I accepted it and got ready to sip it when I looked back over at that man again and he shook his head in the no motion again. I set my drink down and grabbed my towel to dry off. When I was finished drying off, I picked up the Margarita next to mine. No one saw me make the switch. I sat down in my chair and sipped my drink. 

I saw out of the corner of my eye that Barry and Carl kept looking at me. I slowly sipped my drink till it was gone. I didn't say a word the whole time. A little time passed when Joy, one of the other women, talked loudly about how hot she was between her legs and squeezed her own pussy. She was totally out of it. It was as though she had been drinking all night. 

It stunned Barry and Carl. They knew she had consumed the drink that was meant for me. I stood up and screamed at Barry. 

"You mother fucking son-of-a-bitch," I screamed at Barry. "You spiked my drink so all your friends could use me. Too bad Joy drank it by mistake. How could you do this to me? If I knew this was swinging with your friends I would never have come. You knew that, didn't you? I hate you! Just stay away from me," I yelled as I ran crying from the beach to change my clothes. 

I had no idea what I was going to do. Here I was on a strange island. I would be heading back to a ship but where could I stay. How was I to survive the rest of the cruise? I had a lot of question but no answers. I sat down at a small restaurant on the island and ordered myself another Margarita ... this time I didn't have to worry about whether it was drugged. "God help me," I thought. 

Part 2: Matt comes home to a surprise. 

I'm Matt Hearn and I had just come back from one of our insurance meetings -- a convention in Las Vegas. It wasn't a long trip but I missed my wife, Lynn, and besides picking up some flowers for her, I stopped by the travel office to pick up two tickets for a seven-day cruise to the Bahamas. I was going to surprise Lynn for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, in three months. I knew that she would be excited about the cruise and maybe spark up our life, not just our sex life but also our relationship. Lately she had been somewhat moody, even a bit edgy at times. Well, she was mine now! She would love this. 

As I got to the house, I noticed a moving van in front of it. I was a bit confused about why there would be a truck there. I entered the house and Lynn looked a bit surprised to see me, because I came back from Las Vegas a day early. I didn't want to stay away from home any longer than I had to. I was able to catch an early flight back to Canton and home. 

"What are you doing here? You aren't suppose to be back until tomorrow," exclaimed Lynn. 

"I came home early to surprise you but it looks like I'm the one being surprised. What the hell is going on?" I asked. "Why are these movers here?" 

"I'm leaving you, Matt. I told you eight years ago when I caught you cheating that I would only stay with you for the sake of the kids and Bill is now in college. The other two are married and we have no more children at home that need to be taken care of." 

"Lynn, that was eight years ago. I thought we both got past that and went on with our lives." 

"You got past it," replied Lynn. "I lost all respect for you but I knew I could never trust you again. I didn't really even like you. I told you then as I'm telling you now that our marriage is over." 

"What about the kids? Who's going to tell them? What about our house and our future plans we made together," I asked. 

"I have already told the kids. They're not happy about it but I didn't expect them to be. I told them we would both still be part of their lives, just not as a couple. The house is yours as well as whatever furniture I don't take." 




Wish Me Luck, The Sequel



"What about our loans, savings and everything else?" I asked. 

"All taken care of. I split the savings and paid off the joint credit cards. You still owe on the ones with your name only on it. I took the CD savings. You have the equity of the home. You can either sell it or live here," she said. 

"Damn! You've been planning this for the last eight years, haven't you?" 

"Yes, I hated what you did to me. I was a good wife to you but you just had to go screw around. I didn't know love could turn to hate so quickly but I vowed to stay with you until the kids were gone." 

"But, we still made love and did things together. Didn't it mean anything to you?" I asked. 

"Every time we had sex I pictured you fucking Marie I felt as long as we were married I would do my wifely duty ... but I have to tell you it was a chore more than anything that I enjoyed. I want you to know that I never cheated on you, even though there are many chances that came up over the years. I knew how to say no, something you were obviously unable to do." 

"Is there any chance at all that you might reconsider, Lynn?" I asked. 

"None, zip, zero! I have lost my love for you and I'm not about to try to find it again. It's finished and I'm starting over the same as you." 

She handed me the dissolution papers and said, "If you don't like this, we can fight it out in court. That would be messy, expensive, and would hurt the kids. All I need now is your damn signature!" 

I have to be honest here. We got married early in life and I did sow some oats. I got wise and straightened up ... that is until I met our neighbors, Marie and Ed, at a party. Lynn and I had had an argument earlier in the day and it carried over to the party. When I found out just how easy Marie would be, I set up a meeting with her at her house for a few weeks later.

To this day, I don't know for sure how Lynn knew I was there. But no question that Marie and I were fucking hot and heavy when she walked in and caught us cold. Marie thought that her husband phoned Lynn and told her I was there -- they were swingers ... not really big time but they did have somewhat of an open marriage. 

It's funny when I think about it now. I figured Ed wanted in Lynn's pants and when he wasn't able to do it, he phoned her to tell her where I was. Ed and Marie were divorced about two years ago when Marie left town with a lawyer from Denver she met at a bar. I've never talked to Ed since, and seldom see him. 

Lynn and I went through a very rough couple of months back then and Lynn did say she was going to leave me, but that was eight years ago. I will admit that love is an odd thing. I always thought I loved Lynn but throughout the years, it seemed to change. I guess when two people stop communicating and trying in a relationship it does slowly disintegrate. That's what happened between Lynn and me. We both just stopped trying. 

I went ahead and signed the papers. What the hell was the use in fighting it? Even if I could talk her out of it, the marriage was over anyway, so why drag it out. 

She left to do her thing -- whatever that was -- and I decided to sell the house and find me something smaller. After looking around for a few weeks, I found a nice two bedroom condo in a better than average area. I never told her about the cruise tickets -- hell, it had nothing to do with her anymore. The cruise wasn't for another three months and, of course, I didn't buy the insurance that would allow me to just return the tickets. I would either be finding a date or going on the cruise by myself. 

Later, thinking about what she had done -- and how long she had been planning it -- I have to confess that I was rather dumbfounded. I thought about it and decided that I didn't hate her ... but I damned sure didn't love her either. It was somewhat of a strange feeling. For those who have been through it, they might understand -- it was something you had to experience. 

For the next few months I went on with my life, such as it was. I still had the kids and, even though I no longer desired Lynn, I was still lonely. My small Insurance business was doing fine. I had two great secretaries who were licensed to sell insurance and I paid them well. They got their wages plus a percentage of any business they brought in. They deserved all they got and did a nice job of covering for me, even protecting me at times. 

They felt sorry for me and were really surprised at Lynn wanting a divorce. As I mentioned, it was kind of a shock even to me at the time. The gals in the office didn't know of my past affair. I had kidded with them in the past but never anything overtly sexual. It was just too close to home and they both were married with nice families. I knew better than to screw up the business. Not to mention that I liked both of them and their husbands a lot. 

My house sold sooner than I would have expected and all I was waiting for was the final decree that my marriage was over. It would probably be while I was on my cruise or soon after. I kept in touch with my kids but at first, it was hard talking to them. They did their best at trying not to side with either one of us. 

I decided to go on the cruise alone. I couldn't see myself asking just any woman if she wanted to go to the Bahamas for a week. Most of the women I knew were married and I didn't feel like I wanted to take the divorced ones ... or that they would even go. I figured it would give me a chance to just take it easy for a week and meet some new people. 

I live in Ohio and would be flying to Cincinnati, and then on to Florida. I didn't worry about the business. I knew it was in good hands. Besides, it would only be for seven days. It seemed strange taking my two tickets and boarding the plane. It was after all a package deal. 

If there was a stranger at the airport who needed a flight, I'd almost be willing to give them the ticket. I felt it was just a waste of money. I did find out after I was in the air that even though it was a package vacation, the airline would have refunded the ticket. Boy, was I ever dumb -- why didn't I at least ask? I figured I could cash in the return ticket when it was time to return after the cruise. 

It felt good as I got on the plane. It was like I was leaving all my cares and woes behind. The flight to Cincinnati was quick but it was just a short stopover. We picked up more passengers and left for Florida. I was hoping that some good-looking woman would sit next to me but it didn't happen. The seat was empty. I had the ticket for it in my pocket. 

I've traveled many times alone on business trips but this time it felt different. I had plenty of time to think about my mistakes and decided that it was time to truly start over. At the airport, there was a bus to take all the cruise passengers to the ship. The porters took care of my luggage and I got on the bus. 

I arrived at the ship and was shown to my quarters or cabin if you prefer. I was told my luggage would arrive shortly. I had to laugh when I opened my cabin door. It only had one single sized bed. I couldn't believe it. I never thought to ask about the beds when I ordered my tickets. I guess I made the big mistake of assuming I would have at least a full size or at the worst twin beds. 

I thought about Lynn and how mad she would have been. It was supposed to be an anniversary cruise for us and we wouldn't have even slept together. It was really kind of funny now that I thought about it. I really wasn't cheap; I just bought the best priced deal. For those who have never been on a cruise, other than your cabin, everyone is treated the same on board. 

When my luggage arrived, the kid asked if I wanted the upper berth opened up. Not knowing what the hell he was talking about I just nodded an okay. He reached up for a latch, and, lo and behold, another bunk slowly opened up. It was clearly on some kind of piston that made it open slowly. When he left I laughed at my naiveté. Still, I could see the huge argument I would have had with Lynn. Shit, the way I felt now I would have made her climb up to the upper bunk. That would have pissed her off. I laughed to myself at the image of her generous butt as she climbed up the short ladder. 

I pushed the bunk back up -- I could see it was a head-banging hazard -- and I put my clothes away and took a shower. After I was all spiffed up, I headed for the Captain's reception. There were free drinks and it was a good opportunity to meet some of the other guests. Everyone was drinking and having snacks as the ship slowly pulled away from the shore. We all ran to the side of the boat and waved at the people watching us leave. I was waving like crazy to the people on shore even though I didn't even know anyone. I guess I got caught up in the excitement. 

I was meeting all types of people. For some it was, like me, their first cruise. Others had clearly been on many cruises. I learned a lot about what to do to make the most of my cruise. I took some time and just roamed around the ship and to see what all was going on. It was a huge ship. I stopped at the casino and did a little gambling. I decided that I could lose up to two hundred dollars a day at most. I was having a pretty good time at the slots: I would go up about a hundred and then lose it.  

At dinnertime, everyone was seated at the same table each day they ate in the main dining room. Our table seated eight people. Harold and Mary were an older couple who took a cruise most every year. Then we had Mark and Susan, our newlyweds. The last couple seated at our table was Marsha and Brenda. By what I could figure out, they were just good friends who decided to go on a cruise together. I wondered if they were lesbians but later I found out they were married and Marsha won the trip in a drawing at work. Her husband didn't want to go so she asked Brenda. 

Of course, there was an empty seat and I because Lynn wasn't there. When asked about it, I told them my partner couldn't make it tonight. I didn't want to tell anyone I was alone yet. The food was fantastic. We had anything and everything on our menu. It was all included in our cruise fare. After dinner, I headed back to the casino. After I had lost about a hundred dollars, I went over to one of the lounges to see if there was a good dance band. 

I was told by Harold earlier to get a card for all my buying of drinks or anything else. I wouldn't have to carry money around; they would put all my drinks on the card and I could pay it when I got home. I decided that made sense. 

I headed for the lounge and the waitress asked me if I was alone. When I told her yes, she asked a couple of people at a table if they minded if I joined them. That was how it was on this cruise. The people waved me over and I sat with them and enjoyed the entertainment. Later a band started playing music and I spotted Marsha and Brenda. I asked them to dance and they accepted and invited me to their table. I bought a couple of rounds of drinks and enjoyed the company of the ladies. 

I found out that not every woman on a cruise is on the make. Marsha and Brenda were two nice women who were just out to have a good time. I spent most of the evening with them. I even ended up telling them I was alone on the cruise and why. I guess the drinking did that to me. 

After awhile, they said they were headed for their cabin and I went to the casino to gamble a little more. I lost another fifty dollars and decided it was time to call it a night. I had a rather busy day. I headed back in my room and got undressed and climbed into the bottom bunk. I had a little too much to drink to try the top one. I still thought it was funny that I ended up with bunk beds. 

After a good nights sleep, I headed out to breakfast. We were all there but our newlyweds. We all kind of laughed, figuring we wouldn't be seeing them very often. Marsha and Brenda asked if I slept well and I told them about my bunk beds and they said they had bunk beds too. They were going to take turns sleeping in the top bunk. Our older couple, Harold and Mary, said they had a full size bed. Harold said he hoped our newlyweds had at least a full size bed. We all laughed at that. 

The second morning our ship docked on one of the islands in the Bahamas. We could either stay on board or get off and see the island. We were told they had two beaches, both with beautiful clear water. One was for nude beach goers only; the other was more family oriented. I asked Marsha and Brenda if they were taking in the beach and they told me they were but it was the one with clothing. They told me that if their husbands ever found out they went to a nude beach they would be divorced. Besides they told me their bodies looked much better covered up; we all laughed at that. 

I saw quite a few people heading over toward the nude beach. I had to ask myself, "Why not? I'm alone, and I might as well enjoy the sights."

There were giant boulders separating the two beaches. The nude one was kind of on a turn or curve from the other beach. As I got past the rocks, there was a small hut to check clothes and rent towels. I was given a basket to put my clothes in and a key on a string for the basket I was assigned. The key was on an elastic band I could slip around my wrist. They even had towels, one of which I quickly put around my waist as I walked onto the beach. 

It had beach chairs, umbrellas -- blankets if you wanted -- and it even had a Tiki Bar. They served all kind of drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. They jotted down your key number and you would pay for whatever you ate or had to drink on leaving the beach area. 

I strolled along the beach and saw a number of attractive bodies as well as some that would have looked a lot better in a bathing suit. Most people seemed pretty open about showing their wares. I was glad I had my beach towel on until I was able to rent a chair and sit down. It took awhile for my erection to recede. This was totally new to me -- I was amazed that most of the men didn't have hard-ons. I guess you got used to it but that seemed almost impossible to me. I do have to admit I enjoyed the lovely ladies. A number of couples didn't care what they did on the beach; I guess I was a lot more innocent than I would have thought. 

There was a pickup game of volleyball going on close the water line. I had to laugh to myself as I watched the tits and cocks bouncing up and down. I'd thought that it would be erotic but it was funny. 

I walked down to the water to cool off a bit and saw two women on a large beach towel making out. One was tall and skinny with tiny breasts with small nipples. The other was what I would call voluptuous. She was short with dark hair cropped tight around her head and the darkest brown eyes. I could see no tan lines on either of them. The short one had big breasts with huge areolas and nipples that sure got my attention. My erection had gone away but watching these gals make out was bringing it back.  

As I mentioned earlier, it wasn't all good news. I saw this woman that must have been around seventy with leathery dugs hanging down to her belly button. He legs were splayed wide open and I turned away -- afraid of what I might see. Damn scary stuff! 

There was this man that was slightly overweight -- damn, I guess I don't have to be politically correct on a nude beach ... this guy was way past obese. He was standing up and his belly sagged over his genital area, covering whatever he had there. Thankfully, I never found out. 

But, surprisingly, the thing that impressed me the most and for the first time gave me a sense of what nudity was all about: over at the far end of the beach were two families, one with two kids and one with four. The couples looked to be in their mid-thirties and the kids ranged from toddlers to teenagers. They were so natural about being nude that it seemed it was nothing special. They were just two families out enjoying the sun and water. Of all the images that stuck with me, the one that lasted for years was the homey family scene -- and the remembrances were in no way erotic. 

After I'd been there about twenty minutes I watched a large group of people come out from the dressing room together. There must have been at least seven couples. They didn't seem to have any problem walking around nude. They mostly looked to be in their twenties or thirties. 

One woman looked to be in her late forties and didn't seem to fit with the rest of the group. She had her towel wrapped around her body and seemed rather distraught, while everyone else seemed to be carefree. Of course, this drew my attention. The group didn't sit too far from me and I could hear most of their conversation. 

I picked up on a couple of names. The older woman's name was Linda and the man she was with, who seemed much younger, was Barry. The two of them stepped to the side and were arguing. 

"Barry, I'm not comfortable here. I don't want all these people seeing me naked," said Linda. 

Barry responded by saying, "For Pete's sake, Linda. These are my friends. You don't see anyone else acting like they're better than anyone else. Just enjoy yourself." 

"I'm not saying I'm better than anyone else. I just feel embarrassed. These women are all younger than I am ... just look at their bodies. I'm just not comfortable being nude," replied Linda. 

"Well, you're just going to have to get over it. We're all here together to have fun and you're not going to ruin it for everyone," I heard Barry say. 

Another woman named Judy walked over to talk to Linda and she seemed to put her more at ease. She still wasn't happy but went along. Barry went behind her and pulled her towel off of her. She yelled at him and put her arms across her breasts. She was actually built kind of nice. She was a tad overweight and her boobs sagged a little but I would think that would be expected for a woman in her forties. 

I heard Judy ask her to go in the water. They ran through the white sand. I guess Linda thought she could hide a little better in the water. I watched them for a while and then decided to try the water myself. My erection had gone down enough so I didn't look ridiculous. Actually, it was semi hard and made me look bigger than I would have been soft. A few ladies smiled at me when I went past them. Too bad they were there with other men. 

I was just enjoying the water when I heard Linda tell one of the other guys to watch his hands. Apparently, a man other than Barry was feeling her up in the water. The man just laughed and swam over to one of the other women who seemed more open to his advances. 

I watched as Judy came over to talk to Linda. 

"Linda, what's going on?" asked Judy. 

"Brad came over and put his hands on my tits and I told him to stop or I'd tell Barry. I might have come out here nude but that doesn't give every man the right to try to feel me up," replied Linda. 

"Linda," spoke Judy. "I just met you here today. Do you know what our group is?" 

"What do you mean, Judy?" asked Linda. 

"We're a swingers group. We all came on this cruise, and of course swinging is the reason we are here. You know, swap partners and all. That's why Brad felt you up. Didn't you know? Didn't Barry tell you about it when he asked you to come on this cruise?" asked Judy. 

"God, no! He just said that a group of his friends were going on a cruise and asked me if I would be interested in going. Oh, God, what am I going to do? I'm so stupid. I thought Barry really liked me. I'm not a swinger and I don't want to be one," cried Linda. 

"After my marriage was over I dated a nice older man named George. We got along good -- it was different and I enjoyed it. I wanted to experiment more and George and I went out with another couple. It wasn't what I expected at all; I hated it. I don't want to discuss it now but I'm not a swinger and don't intend to be. 




Wish Me Luck, The Sequel



"I met Barry at work. You probably know he works for a pharmaceutical and came to our office about once a month. After a couple of visits, he asked me out and treated me with respect. After several dates we had great sex a few times, then he invited me on this cruise. I thought it would just be him and I." 

Wow, this is going to turn out to be interesting. I got out of the water and went back up and sat in my chair. Barry and one of his male friends were talking. They had gone up to the Tiki Bar and brought back a round of drinks. I saw Barry put some kind of powder in one of them. I had the sneaky suspicion that the drink was meant for Linda. 

Some of their group was coming out of the water. Linda was one of them. She looked nervous. I wanted to tip her off but didn't know how. As she was walking back, she was looking over at me. I held my hand up as though I had a drink and shook my head in a no motion. She looked at me kind of query as she reached the rest of the group. 

I heard her tell Judy when they were in the water, "Thanks for letting me know about Barry and the group. I will try and act normal until I can figure out what to do." 

Barry handed her the drink with the mixture added and she looked over at me. I shook my head in a no motion again hoping she got the hint. She set her drink down and picked up her towel to dry off. When she finished drying off, she reached down when no one was paying attention and picked up another drink of the same kind. She looked over at me and we smiled at each other. 

She went ahead and sipped the drink intended for someone else. One of the other girls had picked up her drink that was spiked with something. Barry and his buddy kept watching Linda for any signs of change. 

About ten minutes later the other girl, Joy, was telling everyone how hot she was feeling. She put her hand between her legs and said she was tingling. She looked totally drunk as one of the other guys lay down on the blanket and started screwing her. 

"You mother fucking son-of-a-bitch," Linda screamed at Barry. "You spiked my drink so all your friends could use me. Too bad Joy drank it by mistake. How could you do this to me? If I knew this was swinging with your friends, I would never have come. I hate you! Just stay away from me," yelled Linda as she ran crying from the beach to change her clothes. 

"How could you do that to her, Barry? Why didn't you tell her the truth?" asked Judy. 

"Where the fuck can she go? Marci couldn't make it and I needed someone to come along on the cruise. I knew Linda thought I was crazy about her and I figured she might go instead of Marci," remarked Barry. 

"You're a slime ball, Barry. You knew if you told her the truth, she wouldn't have come. Then you were going to drug her and use her," replied Judy. 

"What choices does she have? She's on a cruise and if she doesn't put out then she has no cabin to sleep in and no way home. I have her in a corner and she can't get out," laughed Barry. "She has to do what I tell her. I don't give a fuck what she thinks of me when we get back to Pennsylvania. Right now she'll have to do what I say." 

"You make me sick," replied Judy. "Ben, I want no part of this. Let's just enjoy this cruise on our own." 

Ben must have been Judy's boyfriend or husband. He just shook his head at Barry as he and Judy left for the changing room. The rest of the group didn't seem to have any problems with it at all. The guys were busy taking turns on Joy. I guess the rest of the group didn't really know Linda and could care less about her. 

I had enough of the beach for now and stood up and went to change my clothes and see if I could find Linda and talk with her. I got to the changing area just as she was changing clothes. The vendor didn't think it was important to provide privacy for a nude beach, so I had a good look at her while she changed clothes. She really was a great looking woman. I hung back, not wanting to approach her while she was changing clothes. I also wanted to give her a chance to cool down before I talked to her. 

I had to ask myself what I was trying to do. The answer was that I didn't have a clue. I felt bad for the woman - Linda I heard her called - and it wasn't right for a woman to be misled like that. I didn't see myself as some kind of Sir Galahad; I just wanted to see what I could do to help. There was a thought, lingering at the back of my mind the thought of the extra berth and plane ticket I had, unused. 

By the time I'd changed my own clothes, the girl was gone. The only place she could go was to the small restaurant or to the taxi stand in front of it. I got to the restaurant just as the waiter put a Margarita on her table. The restaurant was open air -- some poles with a thatched roof and a half dozen tables sitting on the sand. 

Part 3: Matt Meets Linda 

When I walked into the place, Linda looked up from her drink, giving me a hard look, which relaxed a little as she saw I wasn't part of Barry's group. I walked up to her and asked, "Would you mind if I sat down next to you?" 

She shrugged her shoulders so I pulled a chair out. The waiter looked at me and I pointed to a galvanized tub filled with Kalik beer in twenty-four ounce bottles. I'd never been to this beach but I had been to the Bahamas a couple of times. Kalik didn't export and had about half of the domestic market. When I could get it, it was my favorite beer. Mostly it was a mellow beer that seemed to take the edge off the sometimes harsh sun and generally made me feel kind of laid back. 

She was studying me somewhat covertly. I let her look me over, let her get used to me being there. I was happy sitting there mellowing out on the Kalik. I had just held my empty bottle up and waved it for a replacement, when she finally spoke -- probably out of curiosity if nothing else. 

"Who are you?" 

"Well, my name is Matt and I'm on the same ship you are on. Look, I'll be straight with you. I wasn't trying to but I saw everything that happened at the beach over there." I waved my arm vaguely towards where we had been. 

When she heard the word 'everything' she blushed, thinking of the implications of what that meant on a nude beach. 

I continued, "You stumbled into a problem that's not of your own making and I can only see one way out." 

I told her about my wife -- not the details, just what the result was. "Barry is not going to be discouraged easily. He thinks you are stuck in his cabin and beholden to him for your plane trip home. I know this is hard for you to accept, but I do have an extra bed -- they are bunk beds, really, a lower berth and an upper that folds out from above. I also have a plane ticket to Cincinnati. I think I heard someone say you and Barry flew down from Philadelphia. That's just a short hop from Cincinnati." 

"Why are you doing this? You don't know me. What's in it for you? Are you expecting sex or something?" she asked. 

"I saw what you were going through and thought maybe I could help. No one should have been misled the way you were. I don't want anything from you. I had the extra ticket and thought you could use it. I'm sorry if you think I'm interfering or want something from you. Maybe I should go. I'm sorry to have bothered you." 

"Wait," she said. "I'm the one that should be sorry. You come here as my guardian angel and I bitch at you. It's just that it's hard for me to trust anyone at the moment. Surely you can understand?" she asked. 

"Look, there isn't even a plane out of this place. Your only realistic alternative would be to charter a boat to Grand Bahama Island and take a plane out of Freeport. You are going to get killed on the plane ticket by flying at the last minute. Why don't you come take a look at the room and then we can go to lunch and you can get to know me. Unless you want to get sucked into what Barry wants you to do we have to get your luggage out of his room." 

She looked pensive, and commented, "Well, I certainly agree with you on moving my bags." Suddenly decisive, she added, "Okay, let's do that. I'll move my bags to your room and then we'll go to lunch. I'm not even going to leave that SOB a note!" 

We took a taxi right away and went to her room. The 'Please Clean' sign was on the door so the room hadn't been cleaned yet and it reeked of sex. Linda looked upset so I waited in the hallway while she gathered her belongings. I took her larger bag and we went up two levels to my room. The room was about the same size as Barry's but it seemed larger because of the single bed. There was room for a love seat and a chair. I didn't have a window because the interior rooms were a lot less expensive and I'd been trying to save money at the time. 

I've always been neat and all my stuff was well organized. Sad to say my cabin did not reek of sex. I put her bags on my bed, "If you stay you can have the lower bunk. There is no graceful way for a woman to climb into the upper berth." 

Linda looked at me and started laughing. "I honestly thought you were kidding about the bunk beds. I wanted to see how you got out of saying that when we got here. I'm not even going to ask why you got bunk beds." 

She had such a pretty smile. It was good to see her laugh. 

She looked around the room and at the bathroom and closet and nodded her head a couple of times. She surprised me as she took my arm as we went to lunch. I bit the bullet and told her the whole story about how I had cheated all those years ago and Lynn had waited to bail out. 

Linda told me a little about her marriage and very briefly gave a hint at how things just never seemed to work out right for her. She gradually relaxed but looked tired from all the stress. 

"Linda, why don't you go to the room and take a nap? Since the cabin was booked for two, they gave me two room keys." I gave one to her. "Let me grab my book and I'll go to a quiet place and read. It's two o'clock now. Why don't I come back at five? I'll knock before I come in. In fact, let's both do it that way if you do decide to stay." 

She looked relieved at that and I went up to one of the quiet bars, and read my book and wondered if I was doing the right thing. I contacted the cruise director and notified him of the room change for Linda. He was a little worried at first but once I showed him that I had booked my room for two he had no problem with it. It fact he was happy about it. 

I explained that Linda was misled on coming on this cruise and wanted nothing to do with the other occupant. I didn't tell him any particulars about the swinging situation or the happenings on the nude beach. 

He told me domestic fights on a ship cause a lot of trouble and he could see a problem had been avoided and thanked me for it. He also mentioned that if there were any problems between Barry and Linda to contact him. 

Now I just had to hope that she would agree to stay in the room. 

I went back to the room after being gone most of the afternoon and knocked, like we had agreed to, but there was no answer. I knocked slightly louder; thinking that she was either asleep or she had gone out. 

It turned out that she was neither. I heard the shower running so I walked up to the door of the bathroom and knocked again, this time hard so I could be heard over the shower noise. I heard the shower go off and Linda peeked her head out. 

"Oh, Matt! I thought it was the woman that cleans the rooms. I, uh, I didn't bring any clothes in the bathroom -- there really wasn't enough space to change. Could you give me about ten minutes?" 

"Sure, I'll walk around for a few minutes." I looked over at the lower bunk and I could see her clothes laid out. There was a pretty, yellow sundress and the bra and panties looked kind of, well, tiny. They were also yellow, paler than the dress, and slightly translucent. 

I walked out to the deck, looking out at the ocean but seeing an image of how she would look in her yellow underwear. I was sure it was a sight that would warm the heart on a cold, lonely night. When I knocked at the room a few minutes later she opened the door at once. 

"I'm sorry, Matt. I didn't mean to keep you out of the room for so long. But I slept so deeply I just couldn't wake up. Then when I did, I felt like I was still half asleep and I jumped in the shower. Matt ... I, I would like to stay with you, if it's okay with you." 

With a wry frown, she added, "I don't have a lot of choices here and your offer seems like the best thing." 

I just nodded my okay and didn't say anything. I did notice that she had unpacked already. 

She was dressed in the clothes she laid out, pretty in yellow, but all I could think of was what she was wearing under the dress. 

"Linda, let's go up and have a cocktail, okay? 

At her nod, I led her out of the room. She again pleased me by taking my arm. We went to the piano bar where a young woman was playing an assortment of old standards: Tony Bennet, Frank Sinatra, Rosemary Clooney -- all the great stuff of years past. 

I suggested that in keeping with the music we have Martinis. I watched the bartender make them; mostly because I wanted to be sure it was dry enough. That made me think of the old saw about the bartender that made the driest Martinis in the world: he put the vermouth bottle by the glass and let it sit there for about ten seconds with the lid off and then put the vermouth away. This guy knew what he was doing. I was surprised when, instead of a cheap bar gin, he used Bombay Sapphire. 

I walked over to the piano player and asked her if she could play "The Look of Love," by Sergio Mendez and Brazil '66. 

She smiled and answered, "Sure, that's one of my favorites." 

She started playing an extended intro to the song and I walked back and asked Linda to dance. We started, kind of tentatively; we hadn't held each other before. The girl at the piano started singing: 

"I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you, How long I have waited. Waited just to love you, now that I have found you, Don't ever go, you've got the look of love, it's on your face."

With that Linda melted into my arms. Her head was on my chest and I could see her face but she felt sad. The woman played several more, slow, romantic numbers without singing. I was getting ready to take Linda back to the table when the piano player started singing again. It was one of my all time favorites and one that always made me feel sad. It was Julie London's "Cry Me a River": 

"Now you say you're lonely You cry the whole night through Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river I cried a river over you"

When the song finished we just stood there for a moment, with her leaning against me. She stepped back and kissed me firmly on the lips. Just as she finished, I felt the barest hint of her tongue slipping in. 

Neither of us felt like finishing our drinks, so we went out to the deck and walked around, slowly, holding hands and looking at people. I had the oddest feeling, like I was a teenager again and bashful around girls. Later that night I almost killed someone. 

It was after dinner and we were in the casino. I was playing blackjack, doing okay, and Linda was at a nearby slot machine doing quite well. At least it sounded that way from all the coins rattling down. All of a sudden, there was a commotion. I looked around and Barry had his hand on Linda's shoulder. From the way she looked, I could tell that it was hurting her. 

I heard him say, "Nobody walks away from me, bitch! Come with me. You're are going back to my room with me," as I launched myself off my chair. A man in a security uniform neatly cut me off. 

"I'll take care of this, sir." 

He walked up behind Barry and quickly had his arm twisted behind his back and frog-stepped him out of the casino. I put my arms around Linda as she stood there, sobbing. A few minutes late, the cruise director came in and took us out on the deck. 

"Since you talked to us, we have had security watching him. Tonight he was drunk and I think he'd taken some drugs. We run into that problem a lot -- people can get drugs much cheaper here than they can at home so they stock up and try to sneak it in. We have a strict 'no drug' policy and we will watch him closely. Tonight he has been warned that if he bothers this lady again he will be locked up until we get back to Miami." With a strong handshake, he bid us good night. 

We decided we had had enough for the night so we went up to bed. It was our first night together and it was awkward. I tried to lighten things up by making a couple of jokes, but they fell flat. She was nervous and all I could do was to put her at ease. 

We got through the night without any problems. She was wearing pajamas and I had on my boxers. I didn't even own any pajamas and always slept nude. I was sure once that I could hear her gently sobbing. I guess the whole thing had been very traumatic for her. 

The next morning was better, although it seemed we were both trying too hard to avoid each other. The reality is that it was a small room and a small amount of touching and bumping was going to happen. It was an intimate situation. Try as we might there were going to be times where she would catch me with my boxers on or I would see her buttoning her blouse. 

It got better over the next few days. She would let me kiss her on the deck, leaning against the railing, but not in the room. I sensed she was trying to decide something. I was unfailingly polite to her ... hell, that's the only way I knew how to act around a lady. 

Linda didn't want to get off at any of the stops. I think she was afraid of Barry catching her alone somehow. So, we stayed on the ship, getting to know each other. We spent hours talking, exchanging our stories. We agreed that it didn't matter what we had done, whatever it was occurred in the past. It did influence who we were now but we weren't going let our individual histories weigh us down like an anchor. 

We were getting more comfortable being with each other in the room. I guess she had accepted that I actually was a nice guy and that I wasn't going to do anything to her ... that she didn't want me to do. She was just putting her bra and panties on after taking a shower and then changing in the room. Once she was bending over to get a blouse from a drawer and as she stood and turned around I bumped into her. I had been walking over to close the upper berth so we would have more room. 

We stood there for a frozen minute, chest to chest, staring at each other. She put her hands around my neck and pulled me into a quick passionate kiss. My hands were on her back and kind of on their own slipped down to her firm ass. I pulled her tight and she had to feel my quickly forming erection. 

We stayed that way for a couple of minutes, both of us getting too excited. Finally she leaned back and whispered, "Wow! Where did that come from?" 

I wasn't sure if she meant the kiss or my erection but I didn't think it made much difference. After that, when we were in the room, we would stop and hold each other ... sometimes with a kiss, sometimes not. 

Each day we became closer until it seemed like I had known her for years. We explored all over the ship, enjoying the casino, having fun sitting by the pool chatting. Of an evening we took to going to the piano bar and enjoyed the music and dancing. The girl took to asking us for our favorites. The dancing I found a wonderful excuse to hold her in my arms. 

We did run into Barry once in a while and he would quickly look around for security. Seeing they were always there, he would leave a room whenever we walked in. Judy did join us for dinner one night. She chatted with Linda and apologized for 'that asshole, Barry.' I danced with her a couple of times and after she left Linda and I agreed that the swinging lifestyle -- hell, any kind of swinging -- wasn't for us. 




Wish Me Luck, The Sequel



We were in love; we both knew it but neither of us talked about it. I guess we were afraid of what might happen. The signs were all there ... the glances, the intimate touches, the way our faces would light up when we saw each other -- the sheer joy of spending time together. 

On our last night of the cruise, we went to the lounge and had a few drinks. They had a band playing a lot of oldies music. I asked them if they could play 'That's All I Want From You' for me. I took Linda in my arms and slowly danced to the old favorite. Here are a couple of the verses that I sang in her ear while we danced close: 

"A little love, that slowly grows and grows, not one that comes and goes. That's all I want from you."

"A sunny day, with hopes up to the sky, a kiss and no goodbye. That's all I want from you."

I remembered that song from when I was a kid in high school. A guy from our class made a record of it. The words of that song always stuck with me, especially the chorus. I remember dancing to it with my first girlfriend. 

"Don't let me down, I have no time to waste. Tomorrow might not come, when dreamers dream too late."

I kept singing the song and holding her close. Linda put her head on my chest as we danced. I knew I was totally smitten with this woman that I had just met a few short days ago. I was hoping she felt the same about me. 

We danced a little more and then headed for our room. She went ahead so she could put on her nightclothes. I told her I would stop and bring us each a Margarita back to the room. 

She smiled at me and said, "Make sure it's not spiked." We both smiled. 

Since the first night she stayed in my room, she had worn a pair of lounging pajamas that she had brought along for her trip. She told me she brought them in case she sat around on the deck at night she could be comfortable. 

When I got back to the room, I heard a rustling sound. "Linda, is everything all right?" I said loudly. 

"Everything's fine," she said as she opened the door. 

She was standing there in a pale blue negligee that left little to my fertile imagination and looked absolutely beautiful. I looked behind her and she had taken the mattresses off the bunk beds and set them on the floor side by side. 

"Matt, I hope I'm not being presumptuous. I really care for you and everything you have done for me. If I'm reading the signals right, I think you care for me too." 

I handed her a Margarita and smiled at her. "There is nothing that I would want more than to make love to you." 

We put down our drinks and embraced. I then dimmed the lights and took off my clothes except for my boxers and joined her on the mattresses. After caressing each other for a while, we made slow, passionate love. I couldn't remember when I wanted a woman so badly. I felt her tremble to my touch as I rubbed her lower tummy. I inserted my cock deep into her. 

"Matt, I think I've fallen in love with you." 

"Linda, I want you to know that I feel exactly the same way." 

We made love for a good bit of the night. It felt wonderful waking up against her the next morning. We made love one more time before we had to get ready to disembark. 

For those who haven't been on a cruise ship, they gathered up your luggage a couple of hours before disembarking. The porters take it down to a central room and have dog sniffers walk around the different suitcases looking for drugs. As we walked over to claim our luggage, we noticed that Barry was in the arms of the port authorities. Apparently, the dogs had located illegal drugs in Barry's suitcase. We laughed at a very distraught Barry as we left the ship. 

Linda and I flew back to Cincinnati together. We talked about a possible future together and how quick things had changed in our lives. She held my hand most of the time on our flight back. I had asked her earlier to fly back to Columbus with me. I wasn't ready yet to say goodbye. 

"Matt, I don't have a flight to Pittsburgh to get home. I don't know how long I'd have to be at the airport." 

"My car is at the airport Linda. Let me drive you home. You only live about two hours from me. I live in the small town of Cadiz, which is about a hundred and twenty miles from Columbus. I drove there to catch my flight. We can stop by my place for the night, if you don't mind, and I'll drive you home tomorrow." 

She had tears in her eyes. "Where have you been all my life? Why did it take so long to meet a man like you? I'd love to spend that extra time with you. I would like to call my daughter and let her know when I'll be home. I don't want her to worry. She was a little against me going on this cruise in the first place." 

So that's what we did. We spent the night at my apartment and made love most of the night. Yes, it was more than sex; it was a romantic love. It was quite an end to an unbelievable cruise. 

The next morning I drove Linda home. Her daughter and grandkids where waiting there for her. "Are you Barry?" she asked me. 

Before I could speak Linda said, "Honey, I have a long story to tell you. It will have to wait till later. This is Matt, my guardian angel or my Sir Galahad," said Linda. 

"Mom, what happened?" her daughter asked. 

"Later, Honey, right now all you need to know is that I had a wonderful time." 

Right then two grandkids came running in to see Linda. It made me think of my own grandkids that I hoped to see soon. They all hugged and kissed each other. I guess this was what real families were all about. 

"Mom, you know you can't leave me standing here not knowing what happened. Please tell me," said her daughter Crissy. 

I decided to help out a little. "Linda, why don't you go tell Crissy a short version of what happened and I'll watch the kids for a few minutes." 

The kids asked me if I would play a game with them. They pulled out a board game and we began to play. Linda gave them each a kiss and she and Crissy went into the other room to hear a short version of her vacation. 

I had fun playing Sorry with the kids. They made me think about my grandkids and I thought how close they were in age. 

In a few minutes Crissy came out crying and came over to me and hugged me. "Thank you, Matt. Thank you for what you did for my mom. You will always be welcome here," she said as she gave me another hug. 

Linda had tears in her eyes too. 

"I just did what I thought was right. I have to say your mom is one of the nicest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I'm going to take you up on that offer to come and visit. I was hoping we could be friends. I should let you know that I do have feelings for your mom even though we've only met a week ago." 

After finishing my game with the kids, I gave them a hug and also said my goodbyes to Crissy. Linda walked me to the door and kissed me goodbye. 

Epilogue: 

Linda and I talk to each other a couple of times a week. We see each other at least every other weekend. We both decided to take our time in our relationship. Neither of us dates anyone else nor do we have any desire to do so. She met my kids and they like her too. 

Hopefully in the future we will be husband and wife. For now, we're happy with our situation. We realized that we are not perfect people with perfect pasts. We are all flawed individuals. We know each other's past and know none of it can be changed. We don't argue and we don't lie to each other. 

Barry was found guilty of transporting illegal drugs on the ship. Apparently, he had picked up some on one of the islands. Linda told me that he had lost his job and of course is doing time. After the drug bust, his company started checking his records and found out he had been skimming samples that were supposed to be given to the doctors and was selling them to his friends. 

I asked her if they had anyone take his place. She smiled at me and said a woman named Lucille is the new salesperson for the pharmaceutical company and she has no intentions of dating her. 

Our relationship is built on trust. We consider love to be a combination of caring and sharing, and that's what we do for each other. It's just too bad that we spent so many years before meeting each other. We look forward to our time together. We're even thinking on taking another cruise together next year. Might be a good time to propose. We even talked about going to the nude beach again. I'd told her about the families I'd seen and she agreed that was the way it should be. Not sex, drugs and swinging, but families enjoying nature. 

Wish us Luck! 

Thank you for reading this story that Jake Rivers and I co-wrote. We hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to leave either of us comments and feedback. 

DG Hear & Jake Rivers



Wish Me Luck



He came around and pulled out my chair for me. I have to say I was really excited and I could feel my juices flowing already. George glanced down at my legs which were showing more than half my thighs. He smiled and handed me the roses.

We had a wonderful dinner and George was a great conversationalist. He asked me if I would like to step into the lounge and have a drink and maybe dance.

He held me close. He told me how nervous he was and that he didn't want to make any mistakes. He hadn't been with a woman since the death of his wife and wanted so badly to please me.

We danced a few of the slow songs. We even tried one of the fast ones. I was having the time of my life. My little bit of freedom was finally paying off.

"Linda, I rented a room here at the motel. I didn't want to drive back tonight. Do you want to share it with me? I promise not to hurt you and to be gentle. I'll do everything to you I wrote to you about.

I knew it was decision time. I wanted the freedom to choose and experiment. I now had it. I looked at George and asked, "What's our room number, George?"

As we headed up the elevator I told George that I didn't want just gentle sex. I wanted to experiment a little. I didn't want to be hit or hurt but I wanted to be able to let myself go. It was something I never was able to do with my ex-husband.

George smiled and said he had a few things up his sleeve too. Things that he wanted to try.

We entered the room and George began taking my clothes off.

"Linda, I need you to be a little submissive. Just go along with me. I promise not to hurt you and we can stop at anytime."

He came up to me and unbuttoned my blouse. He left by blouse open and gently rubbed the sides of my beasts through my bra. He squeezed them gently together and started to kiss the vee he made. I could feel myself starting to breathe harder and this man hadn't done anything yet. He dropped the blouse off my shoulder and undid the front clasp of my bra.

"You have such beautiful breasts," he almost gasped.

I actually thanked him for the complement. He reached down and pulled up my skirt and asked me to hold it. He got down on his knees and began pulling down my black panties. I was getting embarrassed. I could smell my sex in the room. I knew it was me and like an idiot I wondered if he noticed. He took a very deep breath and looked up at me and smiled.

"You smell so hot. I was going to do a little playing but your pussy is begging to get eaten. Please sit on the edge of the bed and let me take care of you."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I had no bra or blouse on and was holding my skirt up with my legs spread so this stranger could eat me out.

He planted his face against my oh-so-very-wet pussy. I could literally feel my juices as he continued to lap at my pussy. It felt so good. I couldn't believe I've wasted so many years. I was breathing hard.

"Let it out, Linda. Isn't this what you wanted? Come on, pump that pussy against my face. Come on, you can do it. Harder, harder, moved that ass, baby. Push that pussy up again my face."

He had trouble talking with my wet pussy all over his face. It was then I came. I screamed out and knew my juices were shooting out. As my screams subsided, George got up, his face covered with my juices. I felt a bit embarrassed.

"Kiss me and taste your nectar," demanded George.

I didn't get a chance to think as his mouth was upon mine. "Suck in your juices baby. Lick them off my face." I couldn't help it. I did like he asked. My own liquids made me intoxicated with lust.

I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. George removed his also. He didn't have a great body but it wasn't repulsive either. He did have a very nice looking cock. I asked him to sit on the edge of the bed while I decided to suck my first cock. George told me to put a fist around the base of his cock so I wouldn't get too much in my mouth for the first time. I was sucking on the head and tasted his pre-cum. It wasn't so bad. I slowly took the whole head into my mouth and began to move my tongue around it. I was actually proud of myself.

George told me he was about ready to shoot a load and that I might want to pull his cock out of my mouth. I could feel it began to pulsate and quickly removed my mouth. He shot gobs of cum all over my breasts. I mean I was covered in his cum. God, I felt a littleslutty but wonderful. 

"Lay down on the bed. Cum has a lot of protein in it and is good for your skin. Let me rub it all over your body," said George.

I didn't know if it was true or not but him rubbing my body felt great. When he finished he got us both a drink and set a little blue pill on the end table.

"It's Viagra, only if I need it. I don't want to miss a minute of making love to your body."

We continued throughout most of the night. We had breakfast the next day. George told me he had the room for another night if I was interested. I didn't tell him I already knew. We spent the day together and decided to tour a litle of the city we were in.

We ended up that evening taking in an adult show. We met another couple sitting near us. George asked me if I would be interested in going out with the other couple after the show? He said he would talk with them if I was interested. Of course I said yes and the couple agreed to drinks and maybe a little dancing.

I was wondering where this evening would lead to. Would I have my first ever threesome or even a foursome. Our maybe have my first time was a woman. Time would tell. I finally was able to be my own person and make decisions that would affect me. I now had my freedom to choose. I hope it all works out for the best. Please, 'Wish me luck!'

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Thank you for reading my story

Comments are always welcome.

DG Hear 



Wish of Jeanie



Mind my pen name. The things that happen in my stories are unlikely, at best. That's what fantasy is about, isn't it? If you're looking for completely plausible circumstances, then you're probably on the wrong page.

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Jeanie waved goodbye to her two boys as her parents pulled away. She knew that she was going to miss them while they were gone for the weekend, but also knew that she needed the break.

Unfortunately, that break wouldn't really start until she finished catching up on the housework. There were too many things that she'd put off, and she knew that she simply couldn't relax until each and every one of them was done. She tied back her strawberry blonde tresses, and went to work.

The hours slipped by, and it was quite late by the time she was down to the final task. The new washing machine wouldn't arrive until Monday, and virtually everything in the house was dirty.

Jeanie was down to a top that was too tight, and a skirt that was too short for her tastes — especially for going out into public. As late as it would be when she arrived, she wasn't all that concerned with running into too many people, though. The newer laundromat on the other side of town drew most of the business.

She needed at least a brief rest before loading up the car, though. With a glass of water in hand, she sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw a shadowed love scene playing out. She then breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that both recording lights were on for the DVR. It had set the channel, which meant that she hadn't left it there, and her boys hadn't turned it there.

The scene, no matter how brief, was heated, and reminded Jeanie about how long it had been since she'd been with anyone.

It was hardly relaxing.

Jeanie cancelled the recording with a sigh, and flipped over to the game show channel until she finished her water. She felt as if she was ready to tackle the laundry, and took everything to the car.

Jeanie hauled in her six baskets; glad to find the laundromat empty of anyone except the attendant and a friend chatting with him. She set to work, loading up washers, and sighing at the mountains of quarters she was going to spend before this evening was over.

More than once, she saw the two young men looking her way. Their glances made her feel a little unnerved, but also flattered. She guessed that they were both just out of high school, and to have two such young men take notice of her was hard to ignore.

She also couldn't help but notice that they were attractive. The shorts and t-shirts that the pair wore showed off their muscles, and Jeanie found that she had a hard time keeping her eyes from wandering toward them. The attendant had light brown hair, and was a little taller. His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled.

Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top.

Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she'd brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

The novel went back into her purse, and Jeanie looked around for something to read instead. She noticed that the two men had vanished at about the same time that she saw a stack of magazines on the attendant's counter. Thankful that she wouldn't have to keep her eyes and hormones under control in the process, she walked up to the counter to select a magazine.

With a safe home and garden magazine in hand, Jeanie turned to walk back to her chair. She just caught the sound of voices coming from the back room, and for some reason, her body refused to obey her commands to continue back to her seat.

The voices were quiet, just above whispers, but the acoustics of the building somehow dulled the sound of the washers just enough for her to hear every word.

"Her ass looks great when she bends over."

"No joke. She's got big tits, too."

"Oh hell yeah. I'd hit that."

"Not if I got to it first. Man, I would tear that pussy up."

"Sloppy seconds, maybe."

"Fuck you."

"No — fuck her. Then you can have a turn."

Jeanie hurried away from the counter — her eyes wide, her breathing quick, and her pussy tingling. She didn't think that the pair behind the door could have hit on her fantasies any better if she'd written them a list. She took her seat, feeling more hot and bothered than she had in years, and tried to push the thoughts away.

It didn't work.

With the upsurge in her son's after-school activities, Jeanie hadn't found any time to date in over a year. It had been even longer since she'd had sex with anyone other than her vibrator or her fingers. She'd always had an elevated sex drive, and lack of opportunity since her divorce had done little to change that. She couldn't stop the images drifting into her head, and after a few minutes, she didn't even try.

"Hey, I think your washers are shutting off."

Jeanie started, and her cheeks immediately warmed. She'd been staring through the magazine, daydreaming about the attendant's cock in her mouth while his friend took her hard and fast.

"Thank you," she managed to respond, and then stood up to empty the washers. She could feel the damp spot in her panties as she walked over to the machines.

Emptying the washers did nothing to turn her thoughts away from sex, either. She could feel two sets of eyes on her every time she bent into the washer, and confirmed it when she secretly glanced toward the counter a couple of times. The thought of them admiring her body only made her hotter. She swore that she could hear them whispering about how much they'd like to fuck her every time she transported a basket of clothes to the dryers, which were out of sight of the counter.

Once Jeanie started the last dryer, she returned to her seat. She was really beginning to think that she would have to go home and masturbate, or go crazy from the sexy thoughts assaulting her.

"Uhm... Would you say anything if I went ahead and locked up? Someone always seems to come in at the last minute and keep me here an extra hour."

Again, the attendant's voice startled her from her fantasy, and this time, he was standing right in front of her. Jeanie looked up upon hearing the voice, and her eyes homed in on the bulge in his shorts — a rather significant one.

Jeanie snapped her eyes up to his, fighting down a shiver from the tingle shooting up her spine. "That's fine. I used to work in a grocery store, and I know how annoying it is for someone to come in at the last minute."

"Cool. Thanks," he said, and then walked toward the doors.

Jeanie caught one more quick look at his bulge, and then a glimpse of his tight butt as well, when he returned to the counter. She quickly snapped her eyes back down to her magazine when she saw a knowing smile on the other young man's face. She knew that he must have seen her checking out his friend's butt.

She couldn't resist looking toward the pair a few seconds later. Neither was making much effort to hide their looks in her direction now. Both were smiling — obviously flirting — and before she realized what she was doing, Jeanie was flirting back.

At first, it was simply a returned smile. Then, she smoothed back her hair and let out a sigh, the motion causing her tightly constrained breasts to lift. Some small part of her continued to admonish her to behave herself.

They're half your age. Just because they're looking doesn't mean anything.

The pair behind the counter frequently whispered to each other, and vanished into the back room twice more while the dryers ran. All the while, Jeanie's hormones were at a roiling boil.

When the first dryer stopped, Jeanie saw the attendant's friend walk out into the room just as she reached the machine. He made a show of digging for change for the soda machine, but he certainly wasn't trying hard.

Jeanie wondered just how far she could take the flirting, and her little fantasy. A crooked grin decorated her face as she opened the dryer and bent over far more than necessary to reach inside. When she emerged with an armload of clothes, she saw the young man admiring her ass, and doing little to hide it.

Another dryer stopped. Jeanie saw a pair of her panties tumble down from the side of the stopped drum. She turned to the young man behind her and said, "Could you bring me another of my baskets?"

"Sure," he answered, and walked over toward where she'd left them.

While Jeanie finished emptying the first dryer, he stacked all of her baskets together and brought them over to her. "Thank you..." She paused, fishing for a name.

"Joe."

"Joe. I'm Jeanie."

"No problem."

Jeanie took the baskets and bent down to separate out one for the next dryer. As she rose, she let her eyes flash to the bulge in his shorts.

It was just as enticing as the one gracing his friend.

Jeanie opened the dryer and pulled out a pair of her panties to rub her fingers over them, making sure that they were dry.

"Are they wet?"

Joe's tone left little doubt as to the double meaning of his words. Even though she'd fantasized about it, and believed that she'd noticed signs of desire, the blatant innuendo and the look in his eyes still caught her off balance. "They seem dry," she replied, her voice a little distant.

"The dryers are old. They can be a bit dodgy at times. Wouldn't want you to go home with wet panties."

It's far too late for that, Jeanie thought.

"No sense doing that, when you can do something about it," Joe continued as he leaned back against the table behind him, thrusting his crotch out toward her.

"It would be a little silly," Jeanie responded, and then reached back into the dryer. She took a deep breath as she gathered up a double handful of clothing. He couldn't be any more obvious without asking, "Wanna fuck?"

The burning question now was how she was going to respond. Her body was already screaming its answer.

Joe adjusted his erection as Jeanie let the clothes tumble into the basket. The sight made her think that she was dropping the wrong panties. He smiled, and looked directly at her breasts without the slightest hint of ambiguity.

"Are you cold?"

Jeanie glanced down and saw that this time, her nipples were prominently displayed against her blouse. Her eyes returned to his, and she answered before she had an opportunity to second guess it. "Actually, I'm hot."

"The dryers?" Joe suggested, though his grin said something else entirely.

"Not really."

"You do look hot."

Jeanie took a step closer to him and said, "A woman might think you were coming on to her, the way you're talking."

"I guess you could think that."

"But then, I wouldn't really know for sure."

"And I wouldn't know whether you liked it, or whether you were about to slap me."

The banter brought out a side of Jeanie that hadn't surfaced in years, back before her marriage. "That would sort of leave us stuck between a rock and a hard place." Her eyes dropped to his bulge.

"Rock. Hard." He glanced down at the V of her legs in her tight skirt. "I see where you're coming from."

"The skirt isn't that short."

"Wishful thinking?"

"My name is Jeanie."

Joe finally stopped playing the game. "Wish I could get a good look at those tits."

The washers and a sign of rules directly behind Joe meant that nobody could possibly see inside through the windows. The door was locked, so nobody was coming in. Every remaining hint of inhibition Jeanie had left evaporated in the heat of her need. She tugged the tail of her blouse free of her skirt.

"Oh yeah," Joe said with a chuckle as she pulled off the blouse. He squeezed his cock through his shorts as she dropped it into one of her baskets.

Jeanie popped open the clasp of her bra and tugged down the shoulder straps. A shrug of her shoulders and a pull let the cloth drop to the floor, freeing her heavy breasts.

"Didn't waste that wish," Joe said as he reached out to cup the globes in his hands.

"Neither did I," Jeanie agreed, and stepped in right next to him. While she reached down for the waist of his shorts, he lifted her right nipple to his lips.

Jeanie's back arched as his lips closed around the stiff bud. Though the angle was awkward, and she couldn't see around him suckling her nipple, she managed to push his shorts down enough to pop the tip of his cock free. From there, it was easy enough to worm her fingers beneath to wrap around it.

Her fingers barely touched around his girth, and a stroke of her hand traced a shaft of more than average length as well. Jeanie whimpered, almost in disbelief that it was really happening. She had a hard, young cock in her hand, and an eager set of lips making her tingle all over.

The sound of a surprised grunt caused her to turn her head.

The attendant stood at the corner where he'd emerged from behind the counter. His eyes and mouth were both wide open in astonishment. Intent upon her breasts, Joe hadn't even noticed his friend yet. Jeanie crooked her finger to the other young man, beckoning him to her.

He hesitated for a moment, but then broke out into a lusty grin and crossed the room with quick steps. The sound of his footfalls alerted Joe, but his lips never left her nipple.

Jeanie moaned as the attendant arrived. "I'm Jeanie. What's your name?"

"Todd," he answered, and then saved her some trouble by dropping his shorts.

Jeanie licked her lips as she reached for his cock. He was only about half hard, but rising rapidly. His hand slipped beneath her skirt to find the wet spot on her panties as he hardened in her hand.

Though she'd dreamed about being with two men at once, she never really dreamed that it could actually happen. Her fantasies had certainly never included two such young, virile, well-hung men, either — let alone the laundromat setting.

Joe released her nipple to kiss her, and nearly made her swoon. His kiss was full of a hunger and passion that she didn't think was possible. He wanted her — desperately. Todd's probing fingers spoke of the same need, and fanned the flames of Jeanie's arousal as well.

When Joe broke away from the tongue-wrangling kiss, Jeanie got her first good look at both of them. Todd was a little longer, but Joe's manhood was surprisingly thick, their cocks seemingly a reflection of their bodies. Both had smooth, shaved balls, making them look all the more delicious. She squeezed both of their cocks, watching the tips swell and darken above her hand.

Jeanie felt a flash of self-consciousness as Joe pulled down her skirt. She only trimmed the curls around her pussy, and she knew that the fashion was to shave bare. Todd moved his hand to let her skirt fall to the floor, and then both men jerked down her panties.

Neither seemed to mind the view as Joe caressed her ass and Todd slipped his fingers into her wet heat.

Joe leaned in, kissed her neck, and then whispered into her ear, "I bet you really know how to suck a dick."

Jeanie gasped and squeezed their cocks a little harder. A moment later, Todd's fingers slipped from inside her as she knelt between the two of them. She admired the two gorgeous cocks up close, and then licked each in turn, looking up into the young men's eyes.

"Fuck, you're hot," Todd groaned as her tongue tickled his glans.

Jeanie's lips parted, and she took him in. The coordination was difficult, but she kept her hand stroking Joe's hard organ while her lips slid over Todd's shaft. A drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip almost immediately, filling her mouth with flavor. She took him as deep as she could, and then bobbed her head over about half of his length.

Todd growled and fisted his fingers into her blonde tresses. His hips twitched from her ministrations, and Jeanie almost gagged when his tip pushed against the back of her tongue. She released him for a moment to catch her breath, trailing tendrils of saliva from her lips to his mushroom tip. She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft to keep him at bay when she engulfed him in her mouth again.

After a few hard sucks, Jeanie let her lips slide back to the head, looking up into his eyes. His tip popped free of her lips, and she smiled before turning to Joe.

"Fuck yeah," Joe breathed as she took him in, his thick cock stretching her lips wide.

Jeanie used every trick she knew — licking, sucking, and stroking the two young men until both were breathing heavily. She was lost in the feeling of two cocks begging for her attention, and she was far from ready to stop when Joe pushed her away, his expression suggesting that he'd nearly exploded in her mouth.

She was about to turn back to Todd when Joe bent his knees and slid his hands beneath her arms. Jeanie gasped, allowing him to lift and guide her until she was sitting on the table. He spun her until she lay lengthwise on the table, and then pulled her toward one end.

"Oh god yes," Jeanie breathed as Joe parted her legs.

"You've got great tits," Todd said as he took one in each hand to squeeze them.

"Thank y..." Jeanie began, but the last word changed into a squeal when Joe's tongue stabbed into her pussy.

Joe had certainly done this before. His tongue darted over her in a rapid dance, lapping up her juices. What little he lacked in skill, he made up for with enthusiasm. Her hand found the back of his head, pulling him against her need as her hips lifted toward him.

"Oh, that feels so good," Jeanie said as she watched Joe devouring her pussy. A second later, Todd blocked her view by leaning down to suck one of her nipples.

The fantasies about this that Jeanie had envisioned were pale shadows of reality. Having one set of lips sucking her nipples while another teased every inch of her pussy was overwhelming. She writhed uncontrollably on the table, the young men holding her in place with their strong arms. She couldn't manage more than whimpers and gasps, her pleasure-fogged brain unable to put together the sounds necessary to form even the simplest word.

"Let me have a taste of that pussy," Jeanie barely heard Todd say over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears.

Jeanie whimpered in protest when Joe rose up from between her legs. His face glistened with her juices as the two traded places, taking care not to touch each other or pass too close.

Todd was even more enthusiastic than his friend. Jeanie let out a yelp as he sucked her hood and clit between his lips. He wiggled his head back and forth, sucking hard, and teasing her swollen bud with his tongue at the same time. She saw Joe step in next to her, and parted her lips as he leaned down to kiss her.

Jeanie moaned as she tasted her juices on his lips. The scent and taste surprised her with the intoxicating effect that they had on her, combining with the feeling of Todd's mouth on her and Joe's ardent kiss to make the flame of her desire grow even brighter.

"Your pussy taste good?" Joe asked when he ended the tongue-wrangling kiss.

"Mmm hmm," Jeanie responded, and then pulled him back down to her so that she could lap her juices from his chin.

Between Todd's flickering tongue and her prolonged state of arousal, Jeanie felt the pressure of an orgasm building inside her. Her head fell back to the table, and she gasped. She could feel a warm buzz dancing through her folds wherever Todd's tongue touched her, the current gathering beneath her mound.

Joe stood up, and Jeanie couldn't resist the sight of his big cock twitching in her peripheral vision. She reached out to wrap her hand around it, and he stepped up right next to the table with a sensual growl. Jeanie guided him into her mouth, to whimper around him as she sucked him.




Wish of Jeanie



"Oh yeah, suck it," Joe breathed as he twined the fingers of one hand into her hair, and squeezed her breasts with the other.

Jeanie eagerly engulfed Joe's manhood, taking all of him that she could. She froze in place for a moment when Todd added two fingers plunging into her moist canal to his dancing tongue. Only a few seconds later, she was spiraling relentlessly toward climax.

Jeanie lost control, barely able to lick and kiss the tip of Joe's cock as her cries of pleasure grew louder, and longer. Orgasm eluded her, somehow just beyond reach, leaving her trapped in an abyss of intense — almost painful — pleasure. She involuntarily held her breath, silently pleading with all her will for release.

An explosion of color behind her tightly closed eyes provided her with warning of no longer than a fraction of a fraction of a second. A primal scream of ecstasy exploded from her, as the hot bubble of need within her burst.

Jeanie's muscles contracted in a convulsive wave, raising her back up from the table. She remained frozen, sitting up and trembling, her mouth open in a silent scream, as jolts of orgasmic energy ripped through her body. She sucked in a loud, noisy gasp that she couldn't hear, and then screamed again. Her strength fled her with her breath, and she collapsed heavily onto the table.

"Fuckin' yeah," Todd exclaimed as he wiped her juices off his chin and watched her come.

Jeanie twitched and lurched on the table, her body under the complete control of her orgasm. Todd leaned back in to swipe his tongue over her clit, and her legs snapped together. He barely pulled back in time to avoid having her knees slam into his temples. She snaked a quivering hand down her body to cover her pussy, not sure if she could handle even another second of his mouth on her.

How long she remained trapped in the beautiful agony of her ecstasy, she would never know. When her eyes at last fluttered open and her senses returned, both men were watching her with wide smiles, their hands roaming over her sweat dampened body.

"Never seen a woman come like that," Joe remarked.

"I... I've n-never c-come like t-that," Jeanie stammered. She sucked in several deep breaths, and then panted, "Oh. Oh my god."

"You like it?" Todd asked.

"Uh huh," Jeanie responded, and then let out a long, warbling moan as a ripple of bliss passed through her.

"There's more where that came from," Joe said while suggestively pointing his cock toward her.

"Let me... Let me catch my breath. Oh god, I need a drink."

Joe said, "I got it." He bent down and picked up his shorts to fish out his wallet.

Jeanie beckoned Todd to her, and then guided him down into a kiss. She trembled as she tasted her own juices again, and kissed him hard. When their lips parted, she smiled up at him and mouthed, Thank you.

Joe returned with a bottle of water, and the two men helped her to sit up. Jeanie's already flushed face grew even redder when she saw the small puddle of pussy nectar that had dribbled from her as she came. She drank, keenly aware of the two hard cocks in front of her.

Once she'd drained about half of the bottle, Jeanie had caught her breath, and the flames of her passion had ignited again. "Your cocks are so gorgeous," she said in a husky voice, just above a whisper.

"I want in that pussy," Joe said while staring intently into her eyes and stroking his manhood.

"Oh yes, fuck me." Jeanie spun around on her bottom and scooted to the edge of the table again. Joe snatched up his wallet from the table and moved with her, his eyes intent on her body. As she reclined and parted her legs, she repeated, "Fuck me."

Joe pulled a condom out of his wallet and started trying to tear it open.

"Please. I need your cock inside me," Jeanie pleaded, and parted her nether lips.

"Just a sec," he said, still trying to get the package to tear.

"Give it to me — now," Jeanie demanded.

Joe held up the condom and raised his eyebrows.

"Now," Jeanie repeated, answering his question.

Joe broke out into a wide grin and tossed the condom aside. "Oh, fuck yeah."

He moved between her legs, took his cock in hand, and guided it through her nest of curly blonde hairs.

Jeanie's back arched up from the table as his big cock stretched her pussy, sliding smoothly inside her in a single, powerful thrust.

"Oh — so big," Jeanie whimpered, fuller than anything she'd ever felt in her life.

"Damn, that's tight," Joe half growled, half chuckled, and then started thrusting.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh god!" Jeanie cried out as his thick shaft dove into her.

Joe buried his cock inside her and tore off his shirt before he pulled back again. Jeanie drank in the sight of his young body as he spent his desire on her. His muscles bulged, and sweat beaded on his brow. Todd's shirt fell to the floor as well, and he stepped over to the table.

Jeanie fulfilled her earlier fantasy, taking Todd's throbbing cock while Joe pounded her pussy. Todd stroked a couple of inches in and out of her mouth while teasing her nipples and moaning. Joe began to grunt with effort as he increased the speed and power of his thrusts.

A hot tightness built in Jeanie's belly, deeper than she usually felt it as she moved toward climax, and almost numb. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was going to come without any direct stimulation to her clit. The sensation grew stronger with every hard thrust of Joe's hips, already more intense than her first orgasm.

Rapid, loud smacks accompanied Joe's body clashing with hers. His groans grew louder, and mixed with growls. Even though she knew that she was going to come soon, and come hard, she still had control of her body. Her tongue wriggled along Todd's hard shaft as he pumped it into her mouth, the vibrations of her moans adding to his pleasure.

A loud growl and a rush of cool air accompanied Joe pulling free of her clinging sheathe. Jeanie turned her head and pleaded, "Oh no, please don't stop."

Joe breathed heavily, obviously on the edge of erupting, stumbled back a pair of steps, and leaned against the washers to steady his legs. Todd moved in her peripheral vision, and then appeared at the foot of the table with his cock in hand.

"Oh — hurry," Jeanie begged.

The aching void in Jeanie vanished as Todd filled it with his long cock. "Fuck, you're wet," he groaned as he withdrew, already coated in her creamy juices.

"Fuck me. Make me come," Jeanie breathed.

Todd growled and gave her every ounce of his strength. The swollen tip nearly knocked against the entrance of her womb, hitting new pleasure points deep inside her. Only his tight grip on her legs kept her ass from sliding back on the table, and her breasts bounced chaotically from the power of his thrusts.

"Yes! Right there. I'm going to c-come," Jeanie wailed as the pressure inside her swelled, now feeling as though it was glowing white hot.

"Fuck, I'm about to blow," Todd responded in a tight voice.

"Don't stop. Give it to me!"

"In your pussy?" He asked in a rush.

"Yes! Faster! Come in my pussy!"

The grip of Todd's fingers tightened. "Oh fuck yeah."

The slaps of their bodies coming together mingled with his growls and series of increasingly loud cries from Jeanie. As before, she remained teetering on the edge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity. Then, Todd rammed his cock home with an explosive cry.

The feeling of him pulsing in her depths, pumping her full of cum, pushed Jeanie over the edge. Her muscles tightened, lifting her head up from the table, and she squeezed her breasts as she screamed in ecstasy. She could almost feel his cream pooling in her depths, mingling with the heat of her climax, driving her to new heights.

Todd fell forward on his hands, panting for breath as Jeanie continued to lurch through the throes of her orgasm. Her walls rhythmically contracted around his cock, causing him to twitch and groan with every squeeze. Finally, he couldn't take any more, and jerked his cock free.

Jeanie heard Joe say, "Move over."

With some effort, Todd stood up and stepped away, revealing Joe ready to take his place.

"Oh my god," Jeanie whimpered, still caught in the aftershocks of her climax. She nodded her head and said, "Uh huh," when Joe stepped between her legs with his cock in hand.

Joe let out an explosive grunt as he buried his cock in her cum-filled pussy. Jeanie squealed, his thick cock causing the last remnants of her orgasm to turn sharp, shooting through her entire body like lightning bolts.

When she finally caught her breath, Jeanie looked up into Joe's eyes and said, "Do it. Come in my pussy. I want it."

"You're gonna get it," Joe responded, and pounded his cock home even harder.

Jeanie's fingers found her clit, moving as if they had a mind of their own. The mixture of her juices and Todd's cum squirting out around Joe's cock made her folds quite slippery, and her fingertips glided over her bud with ease. Even though she was still crying out and twitching from her previous orgasm, another was building beneath it.

Joe stared down at her flashing fingers and said, "Play with that pussy. Make it come."

"Faster. Give it to me," Jeanie squealed.

Joe's expression tightened, and his teeth clenched. His cock slammed into her with relentless force. This time, she was completely unprepared.

Jeanie let out an ear-piercing scream that a passerby might have mistaken for a death cry if anyone had heard it. Rather than releasing in a shock, followed by waves, her orgasm felt like a true explosion. It was as if every inch of her was coming, and it didn't stop. It went on and on, losing none of its strength, fueled by Joe's big cock ramming into her.

Joe drove his cock home and blasted her depths with his hot cream. Jeanie just kept coming.

By the time the beast of an orgasm released her, her throat was hoarse and dry from screaming. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel cum dripping down her buttocks onto the table. Joe had already pulled free, and sat on the floor, gasping for breath. Jeanie curled up, still trembling from her orgasm, and let the warmth of afterglow slowly claim her.

Quite the opposite of the two young men, Jeanie felt invigorated as she settled down from the most unbelievable climaxes of her life. Her body uncurled, and she reached between her legs. Her eyes widened when she saw the amount of cum on her fingers. She brought them to her lips, and moaned as she sucked them clean.

"Fuck, that was awesome," Todd remarked as he watched her.

"We taste good together," Jeanie said in a languid tone, and sought out more of the treat.

After a few minutes, Jeanie sat up and finished her water. Then, completely beyond caring about the possibility that someone might see her, she walked over to one of the dryers and pulled out a pair of towels. The first she tucked between her legs, to stem the still steady flow of cum seeping from her. The second, she tossed to Todd so that he could clean up.

Jeanie kissed each of them in turn, once they'd cleaned up and managed to find their feet again. Then she smiled, and said, "I don't suppose two strong young men would mind helping me empty these dryers?"

Joe picked up the panties that she had been wearing and said, "If we get to keep these."

"You'll have to share."

"Done," Todd agreed.

"I need to go to the girl's room. Why don't you two get started?" Jeanie blew them both a kiss, and then pulled back on her blouse, foregoing the bra. She kept the towel tucked between her legs when she pulled up her skirt, and then waddled to the bathroom, drawing chuckles from the pair.

The dryers were already empty by the time Jeanie returned. She smiled and said, "Thank you," before locating a clean pair of panties in one of her baskets. She pulled them on and smiled when she saw both of them look up from where their eyes had locked between her legs.

"You were both wonderful," Jeanie said as she walked toward them. She kissed them in turn, and then couldn't resist reaching for the two wonderful cocks that had made her feel so good.

Jeanie's eyebrows shot up. "Are you getting hard again?"

Joe chuckled, and Todd answered, "Yeah."

Just like her namesake, her passions were out of the bottle, and there was no containing them again.

"I don't suppose that the two of you might help me carry all of these into the house for me? I think I can make it worth your while."

"Yeah."

"Hell yeah."

Jeanie picked up one of her baskets, knowing that she probably wouldn't be able to walk right for a week after tonight.

Her pussy tingled with a fresh surge of wetness, and she knew that it was going to be well worth it.

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Wish to Faq My Aunty



hai guys,gals,aunties,uncles, every body and every one my name is Hari and I live in Bhel, Hyderabad,INDIA I am sttudying my degree second year in a college located at secunderabad.

let me tell you about my sex wish I am a very good lover of sex and wish to have sex at any time even though I am dull I masturbate daily about 5 to 6 times of about 10 min each time in my bath room thin king of the days sexy beauties i have seen i think very badly that the same girl i have seen is right in front of me and i am fucking that girl and i masturbutate so every day and more in summer even though it is hot for there will be holidays and i will be at home itself 

MY STORY;mine relative aunty is an sex angel and she has maintained the same sexy body even from my child hood . and from my 9th class i have loved a girl and this made me to think of sex with girls so from then onwards i wished to have sex with any girl eagerly waiting for an offer 

i some times think to fuck my aunty right over the same place i have seen her . she has an huge boobs with slim body and the only thing big in her whole body are those boobs and they used to swing in whenever she moves or does any work . i used to see her boobs and would immediately think of the pleasure which i would get if i fucked her . her nipples which where 1 inch longer will be clearly visible even thogh she wore a bra 

on one day i have gone to her house and there were other family members too that day . as she was preparing some thing to eat i was asked to download a vessel which was up. after down loading it she [my aunt] was taking the pickle in to another small vessel and suddenly the chunni of her sarree fell and i have found the ultimate heaven right in front of me. she has seen me watching her boobs and as her hands were with pickle which she was removing she has asked me to replace the chunni in a good way and i have done it with full excite ment slightly touching her body and then after we have returned back to work . after one hour we have sat for a lunch and i have sat beside her and i have touched her at times by mistake and i couldn't come out of that incident for a long time .

neither day i have gone to her house and and have found her child lying on the bed and she was not there and i have gone through all the rooms and i have found her taking bath. ihave taken the child and pinched him so that his mother would come in an hurry the child was crying a lot and his mother have asked who's that and i have replied to her. she has asked me to carress the child. as i have done it wantedly i let the child crying. my aunt came out of thee bathroom and i couldn't veer my eyes as she was in a towel and the towel came up underneath the neck a lot and then after have gone in. she came near me and have took the child and by mistake i have touched her nipples and then after she has gone in and have returned back in a light brinjal coloured sarree and i could see her nipples and the skin inside. i could find that she hasn't worn a bra. i was watching the t.v and she too has joined me and have sat by my side. the child has slept mean while after a few minutes of watching the t.v a romantic scene has come and i couldn't hold any longer and have put an hand on her stomach . she has seen for some time and has said me to wait a minute and that i would continue later she has kept the child on bed and have returned back with a sexy walk and she has said me that she was watching me from a few days and that i was behaving very stupidly and wishing to have sex with her. i have said her taht she was very beautiful and i couldn't stop looking at her then she has asked me that are you intrested in sex then i have said her yes i am intrested in sex and i masturbutate thinking of her every day. then she has said me to close the door and come to her room 

i have gone to her room and have seen her sleeping on the bed. she has asked me to do what i have wished. i have touched her stomach and pressed it a lot and then after while removing her sarree slowly and pressed her boobs meanwhile she has unzipped me and had playing with my cock. she was pulling the cock a lot and i was feeling the pain very badly in about five minutes we both were nude and i was pressing her boobs a lot and milk was coming out her nipples and i have licked the milk which came out. my aunt has asked me to press her boobs more hardly and i have done so and as i am pressing her boobs hardly she was crying a lot like ahh! ooooooooooo!!amma! and as i have heard her crying i have pressed those boobs more hardly and she was crying a lot and was playing with my cock. 

after pressing her boobs for about 15 mins i have taken one hand and kept it on her pussy and have made massage at her pussy in a circlic way and then after have inserted a finger, two, and three my aunt couldn't hold any longer and have asked me to keep my penis inher pussy. i have worn a condomn which my uncle have brought for him. i have tried to insert it but as my penis is thicker it hasn't gone in, my aunt has asked me to dig her pussy and i have done it with great effort and in about 15 mins my penis at whole 9inch length was in her pussy. meanwhile she was crying a lot ohh! ahh! and i have increased the frequency of penis going inside her 

i have fucked her the same way for about 1 hour and i hahe kept my penis in and out at about 100 times a minute and my aunt was moving a lot. i have fucked her in different positions, and from different places 

at about 1:45 mins of our fucking we both were exhausted and we both have ate the cum whatever came on the way. then after i have licked her pussy facing mine head at the pussy and meanwhile she was licking my penis which was at her head. we have fucked untill my penis has lost its elastic nature and it has come to cracks and i could see the flesh 

then after i and mine aunty have fucked several times till now and we will continue the same way every time in new positions and new ways 

bye every body and i wish you too to have a good sex. if any body wishing to get there doubts cleared or for any thing please get them cleared by contacting me.