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A Penny for Your Thoughts

By: Softly



I like to read romance novels. In my mind, I become the woman in the story. My favorite plot places me in a port city. A mysterious stranger seduces me, abducts me, and ravishes me after his ship is at sea. 

In real life, I and my husband live a normal middle class life on Green Acres Drive, in Athens, Georgia. I have been married to Jerry for four years. We have no children. Jerry, who works in the family owned insurance business, of "Garmon, and Son," makes plenty of money, so I do not work, and have a lot of time on my hands. I'm Penny Garmon.

My sister, Jean, is a student at the University of Georgia, right here in Athens, so I see her often. We have always been as thick as thieves, so my home is a favorite stopping place for Jean. At twenty-five, I am four years older then Jean, but we appear to be twins. We both stand five feet five, and weight one hundred and twenty-seven pounds. Our breasts are a large B cup. Jean is forever borrowing my clothes, but that is okay because she returns them, clean, right away.

It was Tuesday, February twenty-third, at ten-thirty AM that I heard my door bell ring. I smiled to myself. It surely was Jean. Jean was all smiles when I opened the door to let her in. 

"What's going on? You have the look of the cat that just caught the mouse," I inquired.

"My room mate, Sandy, has a boy friend that goes to Georgia Tech. He has invited Sandy and three of her friends to come down to his parent's condo in Clearwater, Florida for spring break. Mom said that it was okay to go. Now, if we can find a fourth girl, and a ride, we can go bask in the sun, and party, party, party!"

"Why do you need a total of four girls?"

Giving me an impish grin, Jean said, "There will be four guys at the condo. One for each guy."

"Oh, I see. I'll bet you didn't tell Mom that? What is the problem finding the fourth girl?"

With a flustered look, and a little hemming, and hawing, Jean finally said, "Penny, they made it very clear that we will each sleep with the guys. Can I use your phone?"

Laughing, I said, "Sure."

I could hear Jean discussing with Sandy who they had each spoken to about getting a ride, and who knew of a girl that would commit to the arrangement. They had not made any progress. When Jean got off the phone, and returned to the den, I said, " You know what I'm thinking? I would be interested in being your fourth girl. We could ride down in my van. It would be fun to party, flirt, and get some sun. Of course, we would not tell anyone around here anything, other then we have a place to stay for the two weeks. Right?"

Jean stood looking at me. "Are you sure that you know what the girls did last year? Wet tee shirt contests. Chug-a-lug beer drinking. Strip poker. Ten guys feeling your breasts. Are you up for that? I don't want you to spoil what will be a wild time by being a wet blanket."

"Jeannie, Jeannie, Jeannie, before I met Jerry, I went to Fort Lauderdale for two spring breaks. I don't remember much of the first one, except that the number of guys that I sleep with was into double digits. The second time that I went, I woke up to find that someone had written "Sweet" on one breast, and "Sour," on the other. Just above my pussy, it was written, "Insert it here." So, I think that I have an idea what the boys have in mind. One request. You and Sandy are not to tell anyone that I am married."

"Wow, Great. I'll call Sandy right now. We leave in ten days."

For me, the next nine day went by as slow as molasses. Jerry was surprised to have me come on to him for sex four days in a row. Little did he know that I had masturbated with my "Venice Butterfly" several times, too. Jerry thought that it was very nice of me to volunteer to be a chaperone for three wild college girls. "What a pain in the ass that would be?" he told me. "I sure am glad that I have to work, so I will not be dragged along to be with those crazies."

I was on my period for the last four days before we left. Perfect. Friday morning at 6:30 AM, we started our drive. It was going to take ten hours to drive the 493 miles to Clearwater. The directions, which we had printed out from "Yahoo Maps," were great, so we pulled right to the front of the condo building, without any problems finding the place.

Sandy disappeared into the six story building. In a few minutes, four, eager, boys came rushing out to the car to take in the bags, and, of course, to get a first look at the chicks that were going to be staying with them.

I thought, "Things have sure changed in the last five years. When I was down here, the girls stayed with the girls, and the boys stayed with the boys. If you got together for anything more then dancing, feeling, or kissing, you had to go to the beach, a van, or some other place. These guys, three of whom had never seen me, Jean, or the other girl, Gail, were going to have four women in their condo for two weeks. This will be different?" 

It was midnight, when our stuff was unpacked. The boys fixed hot dogs, beans, and cokes for us. Each of us got into a different bed. Each were joined by one guy. Not one made any move to do anything except to go to sleep. 

As I drifted off to sleep, I mused, "No one would believe this?"

The next morning, I stretched and looked at the clock radio. Was it really 8:30 AM? "I slept like a log," I thought to herself, as I rolled out of bed to go pee. When I returned to the room, the tall boy, Rob, that had slept with me, was standing in the room, with a breakfast tray.

"Breakfast in bed?" I said to Rob. 

"Yes, we aim to please."

Rob had taken a shower, and was clean shaven. "This will turn out to be an interesting two weeks, with these guys. I am glad that I came," I thought.

Pancakes, with Maple syrup, an egg, two strips of bacon, coffee, and orange juice. The guys had thought of everything. I was on top of the world. The stereo played songs in the living room. "This is like I am a Queen," I told Rob. He just smiled.

After we all got dressed, we jumped into two cars, and drove to the beach. A block away from the "Beach Madness" lounge, they could hear the beat of the "Caribbean Sounds," one of the best singing groups in the area.

"Wow, there must be a thousand kids milling around. They filled the club, parking lot, and the beach right down to the water's edge. On the beach side, there was a stage. At least twenty girls were shaking their breasts, contained in wet tee shirts, for this round of the competition." All this went through my mind, as I took it all in.

The featured drink at the "Beach Madness," was called the "Nymphomaniac." Bobby, who was Sandy's boyfriend, brought over a tray with two of them for each of us. "Oh, these are good," I whispered in Rob's ear. "What is in them?"

Rob replied, "1 oz Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum, 1/4 oz Peach Schnapps, 1/4 oz Malibu Rum. Shake and strain into a Rock's glass."

"You have had them before? Easy to get drunk on this stuff?"

"With a laugh, he said, "Well, lets just say that they have earned their name!" As he said that, he ran his eyes up and down my body. It was the first time that my body was telling me that I was receptive to having this guy, and others take and use my body. I was wet. I gave him a smile, and told him, "I will have to get started." I drank my first drink down with seven gulps.

Rob kissed the side of my face, as he said, "That's the spirit."

Over the loudspeaker, there was a call for more wet tee shirt contestants. "C'mon girls, lets go strut our stuff," I said. Giggling, all four of us went out the rear door to the stage. We each were given a free "Nymphomaniac" to chug-a-lug. Jean and I had taken dance lessons together. We had a routine that we performed to "Thriller." Damn, if they did not play that song. We looked at each other, and went right into it. Part of it, we shake our shoulders. With out tee shirts wet, and two drinks in us, we bounced our "Puppies," in grand style. Three hundred boys begin to cheer, "More, More, More!"

I looked at Jean, and we both took off our tee shirts, and did the routine over again. The DJ was on the ball, as he caught the spirit, and played "Thriller" over again. When we came to the part where we do two 360 degree turns while shaking out shoulders, our breasts were flopping about, like crazy. You could hardly hear the music, above the cheering. 

The DJ, interviewed us. When I told him my name was Penny, he said, as he bowed towards me, "Gentlemen, here she is, "A Penny for your Thoughts!" Jean just laughed, as she also pointed at me. The crown begin to chant; "Penny, Penny, Penny."

I said to the DJ, "Do you have Big, Bad, Leroy Brown?"

"Coming right up."

Jean had a stunned look on her face. She knew that I did a "Bump and Grind" number to that song. I had a minuscule bikini on under my shorts. As the music started, I dropped my pants, and stood in front of that crown with a patch covering my pussy that was smaller then my hand. The Nymphomaniacs had done their work, as I went into a world of my own, and begin to dance with my arms clasped over my head, and my legs opening, and closing, as I thrust my pussy at the crowd, below me. 

The crowd became silent. We connected. Each guy knew that I was the real thing. A woman that would fuck. That really liked to fuck. No pretending. When I finished, all of the people not standing got to their feet, and clapped, and whistled. The DJ spoke up again. "Wow, Ladies, and Gentlemen, You saw it at the "Beach Madness." I think we can all agree about our thoughts." 

The manager came over and told us that our group could have all the Nymphomaniacs that we wanted, on the house. I drank another in seven gulps. I was having a great time.

Jean and I went to the ladies room. When we came back out, there were two other girls sitting with Rob and Danny, Jean's date. Rob was looking our way with a flustered look. I took Jean's hand and steered her to the bar, where we found two stools.

In a few minutes, Rob walked over. Talking sideways to us, he said, "I went steady with that girl in high school. I really like her. I did not know that she could make it down here, but she did. She expects that I will invite she and her friend to stay with us. Can you help me out?" 

"Let me borrow your Jeep. Jean and I will go to your place, and remove our stuff. We will find another place to stay."

Looking at me, Rob said, "Penny, you are an amazing woman. Thank you." 

As we went out to the Jeep, Jean laughed, as she observed, "You are something. You sure saved his bacon. I'll bet that you don't have the slightest idea what we will do, but you are looking forward to the adventure of winging it."

"You got it!"

With all our stuff in the van, we drove both cars back to the "Beach Madness." Rob was lucky that I did not wreck his jeep. I was drunk. I slipped his keys back to him. 

They were having another Wet tee contest, so Jean and I did the same thing as last time, except this time she also took off her top and bottom too. When we returned to a table, I drank two more Nymphomaniac, as did Jean. Both of our heads were nodding. Our eyes met, and we both begin to giggle uncontrollably. I love being drunk.

We were joined at the table by two older guys, each wearing black boots, jeans, with a big Harley Davidson belt buckle, and black tee shirts with "Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club" written above the Harley Davidson logo. I just beamed at them both, as I thought, "I won't have to work too hard to get one of these guys in bed."

I looked at Jean. She had an apprehensive look. "You gals put on quite a show out there. Where are you from?" the taller one said.

'Thanks, I'm Penny, and this is Jean. We are from Athens, Georgia. I have never been on a motorcycle. Do you guys have yours down here?"

"Two Fat Boys outside in the parking lot. I'm Billy Joe, and this here is Big Sam."

"Where are you staying?" 

"Up in Tampa, at a small motel on route 301."

"Got room for two more?" When I said that, I thought Jean would fall off her chair.

"Oh, Yes, Ladies. we have two beds."

By now, I could hardly see straight. "I'm drunk, but we will follow you guys. Don't go too fast. We all paraded out to the parking lot. Jean fell asleep within three minutes. Ten minutes later, we got off the 301 exit from Interstate 275. The guys brought all our stuff in. 

Jean lay on one bed, and I lay on the other. The curtains were drawn, and the lights turned off. Billy Joe, took off my tee shirt, and then both my pants and G string. I was in a drunken fog. His hands begin to fondle my tits. He opened my cunt lips. His tongue, ran all around. I opened myself wide. It felt so good. 

"Put it in me Baby, put it in. C'mom, do me, do me. Put it in. His weight shifted onto me. He was over two hundred pounds of rock hard man. Roughly, he opened my cunt lips. With one push, he drove his cock into me. "Ooohhoooooo, Oooohhhhoooooo, Ooohhhooooo. He was not gentle. He was fucking me as hard and fast as it pleased him. My little body was being used, fucked hard. His rough hands were pawing, kneading my ass, as the thrusts came faster, harder. He begin to pant, and I could feel sweat on his back. 


I was thrusting as hard as I could to meet his cock. "Oh, Ooohhhooo, Oh, Oh, Oh," I panted, as we both built to an orgasm. Mine was racking my body as he cum with several hard grunts. I clung to him. I had to keep his cock in me. Had too.

In the dark, I could hear Jean whimpering. "Oh, God, Oh god, You are so big! Oh god. Oh, no, No! Oh, don't drive all that into me, Please? Aaaaahhhaaaaaaa, Aaaaaaaaaahhhhaaaaaa. You are tearing me apart."

Big Sam's deep horse voice bellowed, "Take it baby, Take all of it. All of it. Time to make you a real woman. Here it comes."

"Aaaahhaaaaa, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh Aaaahhhaaaa"

The slapping of bodies together could be heard. "Your taking all of Big Sam now Baby. You are a nice tight fuck." The slapping of his sweaty body on to Jeans little body picked up speed, as he pounded his cock into her. I smiled to myself. A woman needs to be ravished once in a while. I knew that when she cum, that it would be like no other she had ever had.

I whispered in Billy Joe's ear, "Fuck me again, Billy Joe. I want you fucking me hard, when Jean has her first orgasm with Big Sam." I didn't have to ask twice. Billy Joe, put me on my hands and knees, and begin to fuck me hard, doggy style. My mouth was wide open, and I was panting, about to orgasm, when I heard Jean begin to whimper again. But this was different.

"Oh, God, Oh, Oh, Oh Oooohhooooo. I'm cumming, Oh, Oh, OOohhhhooooooooooo!" Big Sam grunted out, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes," as spurt after spurt of his cum filled Jean. 

My eyes were closed, as I was in heaven, cumming myself, as Billy Joe, cum too.

The room got quiet for a few minutes. Then I felt Billy Joe get off the bed. I felt someone get on the bed. I knew that it was my turn to have Big Sam fuck me. As he opened my legs. I heard Jean whimper, "Oh, not more." 

Billy Joe could be heard saying, "I like em young and tender Baby. We are going to give you another good fucking." It turned me on to know that my little sister was to be ravished again. 

As Big Sam put his knees between mine, I reached down to feel his cock. "Oh, my, you have got a good one, don't you?"

"Ya, Penny, Baby, It's man sized, and you know how it will feel, now don't you?"

"Fuck me Sam. Fuck me hard."

It drove into me. My whole body gripped that cock of his. Fiercely, I thrust my pussy at his cock as it descended into my cunt. Again, again, again, again, again, again. It went on, and on. For twenty minutes we thrashed and panted, covered with sweat. My convulsing cunt brought him over the edge, as we both cum together. My legs held his waist in a vice grip, so that he could not remove his cock from me. Even though he was going limp, I was still slowly pumping my pussy on his cock. 

"Your a great fuck, Lady." Sam said, as he finally rolled off. 

"You can have me anytime." In the background, I could hear Jean and Billy Joe, both panting. Then they both moaned. It was quiet. 

I turned on a light. "I'm going to shower. How about if we take a couple hour nap, and then go for a ride on your bikes?" 

With a smile, both guys said, "Ya, Great, Sound like a fun deal." Jean was on her back, with her legs open. Her breasts were red from being yanked and pulled., as was the inside of both of her legs. Cum was running out of her pussy. She looked from Big Sam, to Billy Joe, and then at me. 

"Let me see your cock, Big Sam," she said. It was soft. "Can you make it hard for me, again?" He stroked it for a minute. When it was hard, he showed it to her. Jean studied it. 

"It is a good thing that I did not see it before I came here." That would have scared me to death."

"Felt good, after, you got used to it, though, didn't it Baby?"

Jean did not say anything, just nodded her head up and down.

At ten after nine PM, we mounted the bikes, and thundered off for a ride. It was a first motorcycle ride for both Jean and I. It was wild to have the wind blowing your hair, as we zoomed along. I was hanging on to Billy Joe, and Jean was hugging Big Sam for all she was worth.

At a traffic light, Sam said to Billy, "Lets stop by the hall?" 

"Ya, man." 

Soon we pulled into a dimly lit parking lot. We went into the basement of this store. It was the meeting place for the local chapter of the "Rolling Thunder." Sam and Billy gave several of the twenty men a high five. All had bulging muscles, tattoos, and tight tee shirts. There were three woman there, each with the same kind of clothes on. One gal, with a cigarette dangling from her lips came up to Jean, and after looking her up and down said to Big Sam, "She would enjoy some, don't you think?"

Sam replied, "They both could use some," as he looked at me and smiled.

I shrugged it off as Bike talk. We were both given whisky sours. Twenty minutes later, I could not believe how friendly I felt. The guys begin to dance with me. When they would rub me, I could not get enough, so I put their hands on my breasts. Jean had three guys rubbing her all over. Her head was back, and her eyes were shut. 

They carried both of us into the back room. There were two mattresses on the floor. We were both stripped. Big Sam said to a guy named, Harry. I want to see you fuck the young one first. She needs a really big cock. As he slipped out of his pants, his cock swung free. It, soft, was half way to his knee. I looked to one side, as a guy plunged his cock into me, to see Harry's, now fully erect cock, being eased into Jean's cunt. 

He slammed it home. For the next ten minutes, I could tell every time it plunged into her, because she moaned out, "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Then, aahhhaaa, aaaahhaaa, as an orgasm shook her body. 

I did not cum with the first man that fucked me. I did with the second, and again with the third. Finally, I cum again with the seventh man. They all felt so good. 

We left before it got light. For the next eight days, we would start fucking in the afternoon. We would end up at the Hall by nine. We would take on anybody that was there. 

The last day we were there, Big Sam said to me. "I have never meet a woman like you, Penny. Anytime someone says, A Penny for your thoughts, I will think of you."

"Thanks for the rides, Sam!"

A Penny For Your Thoughts



The night had started well enough, a quick shower and a light dinner, a little TV, but then the phone rang. It was Ed, wanting to go out and run a couple bars. At the time it seemed like a great idea but the future held several unexpected twists and turns. Fate was going to grab on with a tenacious grip and not turn loose until things were changed completely.

Penny had been thinking about what a long week she'd had at work and how she couldn't wait to relax in bed with her favorite porn magazine and her biggest vibrator. She didn't really feel like going bar hopping, but Ed was very insistent, telling her that she would have a good time once she got out and started dancing.

"I'll be there to pick you up in 45 minutes, Penny. Wear something that will knock 'em dead!" He hung up and Penny sighed, then walked into her bedroom and opened up the closet door.

"Good thing I've already had a shower and my hair is almost dry", she thought to herself.

She began rummaging through the hangers in her closet to see what she wanted to wear, pulling out several outfits and laying them on the bed. After picking up one outfit after another, she chose the one she wanted to wear, knowing how sexy she looked in it. It was a red sequin covered haltertop and a black spandex mini-skirt. Under it she wore a black thong. She slipped her feet into a pair of red strappy sandals. The ties on them ran up her calves in a Roman style, making her legs look even longer and sexier than ever.

She brushed her long blonde hair and then twisted it into a sleek braid, which hung over her left shoulder. She twirled in front of the mirror, thinking she looked pretty good.

"Well, he wanted "knock 'em dead"? I think this will do the trick!"

When the doorbell rang, she opened the door and Ed took one look and whistled...long and low!

"Wow Baby, you look great! I think going out tonight will be good for us."

Penny grabbed her purse and off they went. Ed, after helping Penny get into his Corvette convertible, walked around and climbed in himself, leaning over to pull Penny closer for a deep kiss. He ran his hand down her arm and moved it to her breast, squeezing it and then lightly pinching her nipple.

"Oh yes, this will definitely be a night to remember!" he told her as he started the car and they drove off.

Looking at him with a confused look, she asked "What do you mean by that? What's going to make it any different than any other night we've gone out?" "You'll see, Baby." he answered with a grin on his face.

The first bar they went to was called The Tumble Inn. The music was so loud they could hear it outside in the parking lot. They could tell the place was packed by all the cars. They went inside and the music pulsed around them. Penny just couldn't help moving to the beat of the fast paced song.

Ed ordered their drinks and they happened to spot a table very near the dance floor that someone had just vacated. After drinking their first one and ordering another round, Ed could see that Penny was itching to get out on the dance floor. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out on the floor. Moving to the beat, they made a striking couple on the dance floor and the crowd moved to give them some room. Penny's breasts were shaking and jiggling as she danced but Ed noticed that her nipples were getting hard. One of her breasts looked like it could pop out of her halter any minute now. He smiled broadly at her and when he looked around, he could see that a lot of the other guys were watching her too.

A slow song started playing and when Penny moved into Ed's arms, she could feel his manhood through his jeans, rubbing her tummy. She grinned at him, then whispered," You see something you like? Which one of these women did that to you?" She grinned at him and winked as she said this.

"Oh, Baby!! You know it's you... you look so hot. If you look around you might see a few more hard-ons because of you. There were a lot of men watching you dance."

Penny could feel herself getting wet, when Ed said that to her. She DID like to show off her body. She felt Ed's hands move to her spandex covered bottom, rubbing it and then giving her a light slap. Little did Ed know how much it turned her on to have him do that to her on the dance floor like that.

Ed felt a tap on his shoulder and when he turned around, he saw his buddy Jim, dancing with his wife, Carrie. "Hi Ed, wanna trade partners for awhile? Carrie told me that she would love to dance with you!" Ed looked at Penny and saw that she thought it would be a good thing to dance with Jim too.

Jim held Penny close as the music faded into another slow song. "Mmm Penny...you look ravishing tonight. Your face is flushed and I could tell you enjoyed Ed's hands on your ass while you danced. I know I sure enjoyed watching your ass move."

Penny's face went even more red, if possible, than it was before but she nodded and whispered in Jim's ear..."I am so horny I can't stand it." She winked at him and then turned and walked off of the dance floor and back to their table.

Flabbergasted, Jim just stood there watching Penny, until Ed and Carrie danced by and asked him what was going on. He told them what Penny said before she walked off. Ed just grinned and told them to go along with his plan and he too, walked to the table.


"Mmmm so you are horny huh? Jim told me what you said to him out on the floor. What would you like to do now?" Ed asked Penny. She looked at him and smiled..."Let's go someplace less crowded, Baby. See if Jim and Carrie want to join us."

"Sure, Baby! Anything you want..." Ed said over his shoulder as he walked away towards the other couple. Penny kept her eyes on him as he stood there talking to them...willing him to look at her. He glanced her way and laughed. She had her halter pulled up and was flashing him...and whoever else was watching. He must have told Jim and Carrie what she had done because they both turned to look at her but she had already let the halter drop.

The three of them walked towards her and she stood up, reaching over to pick up her purse. Her heavy breasts swaying under her top, nipples hard. She turned to them and smiled. "Where are we off to next?" as they headed out the door, to the disappointment of the people who had been watching Penny dance.

Jim and Carrie followed Ed and Penny to the next bar. They had noticed that Penny's head kept disappearing from the rear window and figured she was giving Ed a blowjob. Soon they saw Ed's turn signal come on and they followed him into the parking lot of a place called the Grizzly Bar. There weren't as many cars in the lot, only a couple of pickup trucks.

They went inside the dimly lit bar and when their eyes adjusted to the light, they walked past the pool table to the bar and ordered drinks before walking to a booth and sitting down. The bartender came over with their drinks and looked at Penny and Carrie from head to toe, undressing them mentally. Penny noticed the looks from the bartender and asked him for some change so they could play the jukebox.

"Is it OK to dance in here? I see you don't actually have a dance floor but we can push those tables back."

He looked where she was pointing to and nodded. "Sure, go ahead and be my guests." He smiled as he went back behind the bar. 

There were three other men in the bar. One was sitting at the bar and the other two were at a table near the pool table. She could feel their eyes on her, making her even hornier than before. Ed was right...this night was going to be loads of fun.

Penny wiggled out of the booth and shook her tush all the way across the bar to the jukebox, stopping along the way to pick up the quarters from the barkeep. She dropped some in the jukebox and chose a fast song...one sure to get the attention of every man here. The next song was a slower, more sensuous one, one that would play once all eyes were on her.

The faster song began playing and Penny pushed a table away to give her more room and started to move to the beat of the music. She motioned for Ed to come to her...beckoning him with her finger and smiling at him before licking her lips. He joined her swaying body, his eyes on her breasts, jiggling wonderfully under her halter. She was hot! She moved and danced as if she were alone...not caring who watched...but in reality she was very aware of the eyes on her excited, frantic movements.

Soon, the music slowed to a sexy, slow song and Penny moved into Ed's arms. His arms wrapped around her back and one hand wrapped around her braid, pulling her head back and he leaned to kiss her.

"You look like you are enjoying yourself. Do you know that the eyes of every man in here...including the bartender, are on your hot body?" Penny nods and smiles at Ed.

"Do you like to see me show off like this, Baby? Does it make you hard knowing that other people are turned on by watching me dance? By watching my boobs jiggle under my top?"

He pulled her against him for her answer, grinding his hard cock into her tummy. "You look so sexy this evening, Baby! Yes! I love watching you show off your hot body. Knowing that you are my woman, is probably driving these other men nuts!"

They returned to their booth where Jim and Carrie were waiting and had been watching. "God, Penny! How can you get up there and dance like that in front of strangers?" Carrie asked.

Penny laughed and said "Well, when you have strong enough drinks and enough of them, like I have...then I guess you tend to get a little uninhibited."

She wanted to dance some more, but this time she pulled Carrie up to dance with her. She put some quarters in the machine and started dancing. Carrie soon caught the mood and began to move to the pounding beat, too. The women moved closer and closer until they looked like they were going to kiss and Penny asked in a whisper..."Do you want to give them a show?"

Carrie smiled and nodded her head. Reaching out to Penny ,she pulled her close for a kiss...a long lingering kiss. A kiss that surprised Ed, but not Jim. They sat in the booth and stared. The ladies danced with each other in a way that was more sensuous than any of the men there had ever seen before...brushing each others arms and breasts...their nipples hardening under their tiny tops. Penny reached behind her and untied the bottom of her halter top, letting it hang loose. When she danced it flapped around her, giving everyone wonderful views of her breasts. Carrie moved behind Penny and wrapped her arms around her waist, moving them up until her soft hands were cupping Penny's full globes. It was obvious to everyone there that she was pinching her nipples and making them hard. Carrie reached up and untied the necktie of Penny's halter, pulled it away from her body and tossed it to Ed.

She continued squeezing and pulling on Penny's nipples while Penny gyrated her hips and shoulders to the music. The men could see her whisper something to Carrie and then move behind her. Her arms snaked around and pulled Carrie's blouse out of her jeans, slowly unbuttoning it from the bottom button up. Once she got to the top button, she peeled it off of Carrie's shoulders, showing everyone that Carrie wasn't wearing a bra either. Her nipples were hard and got harder when Penny moved around in front of her, leaned over and took one into her lips.

Several loud groans came from different directions in the bar. Penny looked around to see all eyes on her ass. By now her skirt was pulled up enough to show her round bottom with the thong strap going up between her cheeks. The ladies continued moving to the music and before they knew it the song was over. There was a rush for the jukebox as the two men at the table and one at the bar hurried to put some more quarters in it before the ladies were out of the mood.

Carrie and Penny smiled at each other and continued teasing the men, by fondling each other in front of them. Ed and Jim had joined them by now and were showing off the ladies by twirling them around to the music. The others in the bar started encouraging Penny and Carrie to "take 'em off...take 'em all off." Ed reached out and grabbed Penny's skirt by the hem and pulled it down, leaving her standing there in only her thong and sandals.

She walked over to the bar, asked the bartender something and he headed for the door, turning off the outside lights and putting the closed sign on the door after locking it. He turned to her and smiled, then nodded.

She walked to him and began dancing in front of him...her bare tits swaying and ass jiggling as she moved. She knelt down in front of him, began unbuckling his belt and unfastening his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. His hard cock sprang free and she immediately took it between her lips, sucking on the head. Everyone in the place heard him groan as he put his hands on her head and pulled her farther on to his cock. She swallowed him all the way to the base and fondled his balls while her head moved back and forth. It wasn't long before he was shooting his hot jism down her throat. She sat back and licked her lips, then looked around the room and asked if there was anyone else who wanted the same.

Ed came over, asked her if she was sure that this something she wanted to do and she nodded. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked him to lock the door." Since she was still on her knees, Ed pulled his cock out and stood in front of her. She took him into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing him until she knew he was hitting the back of her throat.

"Damn!!" she heard. "She really swallowed him deep into her throat. Mmm I have never been deep-throated like that...it must feel GREAT!" It was one of the other men who were watching. Ed said, "It sure does and when she's done, she can do you next! She is very good at it!" Penny swallowed and slurped until soon, Ed too, was cumming hard in her mouth. Everyone else in the bar could see her hands on his ass holding him in her lips. 

When he pulled away, the next fellow was right there, cock in hand...ready to feed it to her as it was obvious she was still cock-hungry. He was uncircumcised and when she pulled his foreskin back, she could see how big he was. "Yummy! A giant one to suck on...Mmmmm," she said, moaning as she swallowed him as far into her mouth as she could. He was bigger around than the others who had been there so far and her lips were stretched far beyond Ed would have thought possible. He moved behind her and started caressing her ass and then pulling her thong off. He motioned with his hand and Penny felt someone's body slide under hers and a tongue reaching up to lick her swollen clit. She stopped sucking for a minute and looked down to see who was there...It was Carrie who was down there licking and nibbling her button. Penny settled lower onto Carrie's face and resumed sucking the giant cock in front of her. Seeing the other woman under her, was all the fellow could take and he blew a huge wad in Penny's mouth, cum dripping from the corners of her lips as she struggled to swallow it all.

As soon as he backed away, Penny lowered her face into Carrie's crotch, smelling her excited scent. She told Carrie to lift her hips so she could pull her jeans off. Carrie had no undies on at all beneath the jeans and Penny wasted no time burying her face between Carrie's thighs...lapping her cunt from front to back and back again, her tongue flat against Carrie's sweet pussy. The two of them stayed in that position, surrounded by the six men until they both came and they collapsed. Penny rolled off of Carrie and they both sat up and looked at their audience...faces glazed with each other's juices.

Smiling, they each reached for a hard cock and knelt side by side as they took them in their lips. Their cheeks bulged as they swallowed and began sucking the two lucky men standing in front of them. Because of the show they had just put on for them,again it wasn't long before their mouths and throats were full of hot sperm. They sat back on their haunches and waited for the next hard cock. Penny looked up,surprised to see Jim standing in front of her and Ed in front of Carrie.

"I have always wondered what your mouth would feel like on me, Penny. Now, I'm about to find out." She grinned up at him and leaned to lick the drop of pre-cum already forming on the mushroom-shaped tip. She heard Carrie say almost the same thing to Ed, that she had wondered what he tasted like and from the corner of her eye watched her swallow him in one gulp. It was so exciting to see Ed's cock disappear into Carrie's mouth. Jim held onto Penny's head and soon he and Ed were matching each other stroke for stroke...fucking the faces of these two beautiful women on their knees in front of them. Ed yelled out that he was going to explode and he and Jim pulled out. They began cumming very hard all over Penny and Carrie's faces and hair...gobs of cum dripping down onto their breasts. Penny began rubbing Ed's cum into Carrie's skin, making sure to pay attention to her hard nipples. Carrie squirmed and wiggled, telling Penny that if she kept that up, she would explode again herself. Penny laughed as she put one hand between Carrie's thighs and the other hand continued pulling and tugging on her nipples, going back and forth between them, until she felt a gush of wetness erupt onto her fingers.

Exhausted, both women got up and wobbled back to their booth. After downing their drinks, they both went around, picking up their scattered clothing. The bartender asked if he could keep the thong and Ed laughed, saying, "Yes, keep it as a souvenier of Penny's night out."

The bartender laughed as he unlocked the door and let us out. "You are welcome to come back here and dance anytime you want to, ladies." The other men all agreed wholeheartedly.

Once outside, Penny looked at her watch and said, "It's still early yet, where can we go now?"

Carrie and Jim looked at each other and smiled. "Well, we know a small place not far away. It's a private club, members only and we are members. Want to try it?"

Penny and Ed looked at each other and shrugged. "Why not?" Penny said and they walked to their cars. On the way to this "private club", Ed and Penny talked about what had happened in The Grizzly Bar, about how hot she was while she danced and Ed said he couldn't believe his eyes when she and Carrie stripped together and then do what they did.

"Well&ldots;honey...you know that Carrie and I have known each other for years, right? That we were roommates in college?" Penny looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, I remember.."

"Welll,we were REALLY close&ldots;if you know what I mean?" She was biting her bottom lip now, a sign of nervousness.

"We worked at the same strip club in college. It paid good money for tuition and we had a nice place." Penny shrugged after she said this.

"But, we were very close because of living and working together. We both knew that we needed sex. After all, dancing made us horny, too. Between school and work, the only time left for anything else was in that 8 hrs that we had to sleep." Penny took a deep breath and continued. "Our bedrooms were across the hall from each other and we usually left our doors open. I came home from school one afternoon and when I passed Carrie's door...I heard a funny noise and when I looked in to see if she was OK, I could see that she had a dildo in her pussy. All I did was ask her if she needed any help and the rest is history."

"Why didn't tell me about this before?" Ed asked. "I think it's hot to know that you danced like that...I love to watch you show off your body!" He smiled at her and then turned into a parking lot behind Jim and Carrie. Penny nodded. "But you asked why I didn't say anything before?" Seeing his nod, she said "I wasn't sure how you would take it...My being a dancer. I didn't want you to think I was a tramp or something but I liked showing off my body. I still do."




A Penny For Your Thoughts



Ed leaned and kissed her, "We will talk about this later, okay? I'd love to hear of your dancing days."

By this time Jim and Carrie had gotten out of their car and were walking towards Penny and Ed, smiling at them. "I think you will like this place a lot. There are only about 30 couples who are members here but we can bring friends with us." Jim was saying as he walked towards them.

The quartet walked to the entrance of a white building that looked like an apartment building.

"The club is in here?" Penny asked and Carrie nodded, smiling. Taking her hand and pulling her close for a hug&ldots;Carrie whispered in Penny's ear that she will definitely be able to 'show off' in here. Penny could feel herself getting wet already and quivered.

A big fellow at the door asked to see their membership card and Jim pulled it out of his wallet to show him, telling him that the rest of them were guests.

Penny couldn't believe her eyes when she walked through the door. The big entry hall had a mural painted on the wall directly opposite the door. A mural of life-size men and women in little or no clothing involved in an orgy. Bacchus! She stood there looking at it, marveling at the detail of the lines of the painting before turning to Carrie with a smile. Carrie knew that Penny would appreciate the artwork and returned her smile, then hugged her.

Jim and Ed were standing off to one side and Penny could see Jim pointing down one of the two hallways that were on both edges of the mural. They were talking softly and didn't notice Penny and Carrie walking over to them. Penny couldn't hear what was being said, but she knew from the look on Jim's face that he was intrigued.

Carrie and Jim led the way going down the hall on the left. The rooms of this club were set in a row, one following the other behind the mural, going down the center of the building. All of the rooms' walls were made of glass block halfway up, and clear glass windows in the top half and there were doorways connecting each room to the next one. The first room was a lounge with several sofas, and a bar at one end. There were probably 6 or 8 people here, mingling...all in various stages of dress. One woman had one breast hanging from her dress, which was wrapped around her toga style. Another might as well have not had anything on&ldots;The material of her dress was so thin, you could see right through it.

Everyone turned to see who had just come in and several people greeted Jim and Carrie with hugs and kisses. Penny and Ed were introduced and received hugs and kisses too, before Following Jim and Carrie to the bar. They ordered what they wanted from the bartender and chatted until their drinks were ready. Jim then led the way through to the next room. There was a dance floor in the middle of this room, which must have been soundproofed, but the music wasn't very loud. There was a woman dancing all by herself, swaying to the music. She was wearing a button up dress, only it wasn't buttoned. She had white lace undies underneath, including thigh high elastic top stockings and black heels. There were 4 men standing close to the stage encouraging her and Penny felt a rush as memories of her college days came back to her.

Ed was standing behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, talking low into her left ear. "I'd like to see you do one of your dances from college. Do you remember any of your old routines?" Penny blushed and nodded but then turned to him and told him that the first dance for him was going to be a private one and then she winked.

The next room was a nice surprise! It was a huge hot tub&ldots;or a small swimming pool, depending on how you looked at it. It could hold about 30 people comfortably but tonight there were only 12 people in it. A couple of the women had swimsuits on but most didn't. At least tops anyway. Carrie told Penny that the ones who wore suits were usually first-timers. There were a couple of tables, some lounge chairs and a few sofas. There were changing rooms on either side of the room which were completely glass blocked but shadows could still be seen through them.

The last room was the one that really electrified Ed when he saw it. Hanging from the steel beams was a swing. Not just any swing like one you would see on a playground, but made more like a harness, a rope climbing harness. It had several padded nylon straps, which the woman in the swing now had adjusted to fit her body including her wrists, which were fastened into cuffs over her head.. She was raised about three ft. off the floor so that her wide open pussy was readily available to the man kneeling between her legs, licking her from her taint to her clit and back, over and over. She was moaning loudly and at her head, the man who had been standing beside her, pushed his cock to her lips. She eagerly opened them and began sucking on the mushroom head, moaning louder than before.

Carrie walked to the other side of the woman and began caressing her nipples with the palm of her hand, rubbing them in small circles, before leaning to take one in her mouth and biting it gently.

Ed and Penny, standing back watching, were both very turned on by the whole scene. Penny could feel Ed's cock poking her in the small of her back and his hands were on her nipples under her halter, pinching them. He was telling her that he would love to see her in that swing, that he wanted to watch her in that swing, being fucked and sucked and stroked and pinched and cum all over by several men. Women too,if they wanted.

Penny was wiggling with excitement and she could feel juices running down her legs as Ed pushed a finger into her pussy from behind, under her short skirt. One finger sliding forward across her clit, then rubbing it in circles. Penny's knees shook and he had to catch her as as she orgasmed on his hand.

"Jim&ldots;Jim! " Ed got his attention and motioned for him to move closer. Jim did and Ed asked him if there was any way that Penny could be put in that swing. Jim nodded and said that he would see what he could do.

They stood there and watched the woman in the swing get used by several men...in her mouth, her pussy...her ass and then they watched as three men came all over her. Jim was one of the men who helped her out of the swing and helped her to a sofa in the corner where she collapsed with a very contented sigh.

Ed whispered into Penny's ear that she was going to be the next one to use that swing and Penny looked at him like he was crazy. It took a couple of minutes to convince her but she finally agreed because in all honesty it did look like fun.

Carrie led Penny over to the swing and helped get her adjusted in the straps and unfastened her halter top before having her raise her arms to put them in the wrist cuffs. Carrie leaned and took Penny's right nipple in between her lips and sucked on it as Ed and Jim raised her from the floor. Carrie stood behind Penny and wrapped her arms around her, pinching and pulling her nipples, whispering in her ear about how much fun the swing was.

The word had gotten around the club that the lady who came in with Carrie and Jim was in the swing and all of a sudden the room was packed. Penny made Carrie promise to stay close and she agreed. Ed was the first one to move between Penny's legs and kneel down. He leaned in and licked her pussy from her taint to her clit and back...over and over until he heard her say she was close to cumming, then he stopped and grinned.

"Hey Jim? You want to take over for me here? " 

Jim smiled and knelt between her legs. "I have wanted to see your pussy since Carrie told me how beautiful it is."

Penny looked at Carrie and Carrie nodded. "I told him a long time ago about us, Sweetie." Jim leaned in and began licking her pussy and pushing a finger inside of her, finding her G-spot and pressing on it gently. He could feel her squirm and when he looked up he could see his wife with Penny's nipples in her fingers, tugging on them. She was also kissing her mouth, their tongues wrestling with each other.

Since Penny had been so close to cumming before Ed stopped, it didn't take her long to start really squirming under Jim's ministrations and then screaming out&ldots;"OHHH GODDD&ldots;I'mmm cummingggg!!" Jim kept his fingers in her pussy, tapping on her G-spot over and over, continuously making her have mini-orgasms. She shook and trembled and quivered for about 5 minutes before Jim stopped moving his fingers inside of her.

Jim stood up and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down and kicking them to the side. Penny looked at his hard cock poking out in front and watched him grab it and stroke it for a minute before he shoved it into her with one hard push. Penny immediately came all over him, cum gushing around his cock. Carrie was still playing with her nipples but Ed was kissing her now and telling her how beautiful she looked in this swing...how hot and sexy it made her. How hard it made him seeing her and holding her like this while Jim fucked her.

After about five minutes of sliding in and out of Penny's pussy, feeling her inner walls grab and squeeze...so soft and cushiony, Jim pulled out and his cum flew over her stomach and nipples before he slipped back inside again, releasing the last of his seed in her wetness.

Jim stepped back and sat down in a chair behind him. Ed had moved to her head and was feeding Penny his hard cock. She swallowed and licked his manhood as he fucked in and out of her. Carrie was at her side sucking on her nipple and playing with Ed's balls, tickling and gently squeezing them.

Carrie's kisses moved lower across Penny's stomach, her tongue sneaking out to circle her belly button several times.

Carrie moved around and stepped between Penny's legs. Penny opened her eyes to see who was there and smiled as she saw it was Carrie. She remembered how good Carrie's mouth felt on her pussy...how intense the orgasms she had when Carrie licked and sucked her clit. When Carrie's mouth touched her outer lips, Penny trembled. She pushed her tongue inside just a little bit then leaned to encircle her clit, sucking it like a little cock. Penny had a huge clit and it poked out of its hood very far. It was hard and very red when Carrie pulled her lips away. Her fingers slid inside, feeling the hot, slick wetness inside, feeling the softness and knowing that some of the wetness was her husband's. She pulled her fingers out and stood up, sucking one finger, then reaching and offering Ed the other ones to taste. As soon as Ed tasted Jim and Penny's mixed cum, he came in Penny's mouth....holding her head while she gulped and swallowed his load.

Penny was gasping when Ed stepped back but she moaned loudly as she felt Carrie's mouth go back to sucking her hard button. She jerked in the swing and Carrie had to hold her hips to keep the suction between her lips and Penny's clit. Her bare ass was pushed out as she did and Jim, sitting behind his wife, was hard again. He stood up and moved behind her, pushing into her slowly. Her pussy clenched tightly and he fucked her faster, pushing her face into Penny and really setting the swing to moving around. Ed and another man moved to the sides to hold the swing while Jim fucked Carrie. A woman who introduced herself as Josie had stepped up behind Penny's head and asked if she could join in. With a nod from Penny, Josie (who was very tiny.) climbed into the swing with Penny, facing her head. She moved herself until her pussy was right over Penny's mouth, then slowly settled her womanhood right down on her face. Penny lapped and licked this wonderful sweet surprise. Josie wiggled and moved, rubbing her pussy all over Penny's face. Ed told Penny that she looked so fucking sexy and leaned to kiss her, his mouth close to Josie's mound then he stood and stepped back.

He sat down in a chair along the wall and watched his sexy lady...already planning on joining this club if they would accept him. He would definitely have to bring Penny back here. Watching other people have sex was always a turn-on for him...having his girlfriend be one of the people he was watching was amazing! He couldn't believe how turned on he got watching her all evening, but this place...this place, was wonderful and he knew they would have lots of fun here.

Jim came and sat next to Ed, "Penny is so fucking hot, Ed. A few of the other members have asked me if you would mind if they had fun with Penny while she was in the swing."

"It's up to Penny, Jim." Ed responded as his eyes were still on Penny, being eaten by one woman and licking another woman...Surrounded by others, who were watching the show.

"Well, will YOU ask her? Please?"

Ed got up and went over to Penny, kneeling behind her and whispering in her ear, telling her what Jim had asked. She enthusiastically nodded her head and when Jim saw that he moved back behind Carrie again, pulling her away from Penny's pussy and sitting with her on his cock, leaning back in the chair.

"Why'd you pull me away, Honey? She was so close to cumming." "Because I want to feel you on my cock as we watch for awhile. He nodded his head at Penny and when she looked, she saw that the swing had been lowered closer to the floor. A fellow was lying under there and after he played with her pussy, he moved to slip a finger in her ass, stretching her. He coated his cock with lube and moved to slide his cock inside of Penny. The swing was being adjusted by a couple of men until she was lowered completely onto him. Josie had gotten off the swing and was standing behind Penny, pushing her more into a seated position and Penny's feet were flat on the floor as the stranger underneath began to fuck in and out or her slick asshole. Another man had stepped forward and was kneeling between both pairs of legs, reaching to rub Penny's clit, feeling it swell even larger. He then pushed his fingers inside of her, so tight from the cock in her ass, feeling it slide in and out on the other side of her inner wall. He pulled his fingers out and moved closer, aiming his cock at her entrance. As he slowly pushed into her tightness, her groans and moans were muffled by another man stepping up and sliding his cock between her lips, then thrusting in and out of it. Penny exploded into the longest orgasm she had ever had, her mind going off into space as the three men continued pounding into her holes until they too, came in her mouth , then her ass and finally into her pussy. The two men at her head and pussy pulled out and the last spurts of their cum dripped onto Penny's stomach and cheeks.

Penny just laid there and twitched and trembled. 

Ed saw that she had had enough and asked for help to take her out of the swing. Josie released her hands and Ed picked Penny up, carrying her to the room where the hot tub was. He laid her on a couch there and sat beside her, caressing her while telling her how beautiful she was, all disheveled and covered with cum. Her body flushed and stripes where the straps from the swing had bitten into her skin.

Penny smiled up at Ed and told him, "Thank You , Baby! Thank you for talking me into coming out tonight. This has been quite a night, just like you said."

"I know Baby. You see...Jim told me about this club a couple of weeks ago and we have been planning this since then. I knew that you would love it once we got you here. I had to loosen you up by taking you to the other places. I knew you wouldn't be ready to come here first." He sat back and just watched her face for a reaction. She didn't say anything for a few minutes, just stared back at him.

"A penny for your thoughts!" Ed said and with a start, she looked at him again and smiled sexily. "When are we coming back again?"



A Penny for Your Thoughts



It is difficult to concentrate on important work when you have other matters in your mind, as everyone knows. This was one of those days, I had sat on my desk for the whole afternoon without achieving anything. A distressing situation indeed, considering the importance of the work I was supposed to be doing. I heard a knock on the door, and a cheerful feminine voice: "Penny for your thoughts, troubled mind."

It was mom, of course, flashing a warm, radiant smile at me. She was wearing an apron over her blue flowered dress, so she must have been taking a break from important household duties. She brushed a curl of black of her face, although currently most of it was tied into a thick bunch behind her head hair. It was a familiar gesture, and I knew the kind of look she was going to give me next, of caring interest and helpfulness. "You seem so restless today, pumpkin. You didn't think I wouldn't notice?" Mom sweetly inquired.

"Oh, it's just that I can't concentrate. And you know this thing I'm supposed to be doing..."

"The really important one?" she asked, with a deeply concerned look.

"Yes," I said seriously. "I really have to get this done, but..."

Mom touched my face gently and spoke: "You could just tell me everything about about it. You know, the way you always can when so are having problems with something really important." During this, her hand had started slowly tracing downwards.

"Eh, yes. Sure" I said, as mom's hand had reached my belt. Hearing this, she slid down onto her knees and, looking up at me, opened it.

"I know it's difficult for you to talk about matters like this" she wrinkled her brows as her fingers reached for my zipper. "But you know we've had this discussion before, that I can help".

"Yes, all right, mom. All right," I sighed as the zipper opened. 

This was just my mom's particular way of having a meaningful conversation with me, as I very well knew. I knew also that most other people's mothers weren't usually quite so... attentive. It's not that I thought there was anything that strange about it when she took my cock in her hand and bent down to kiss my balls. It was just that there wasn't anything sexual about it, either, just a little motherhood and care.

I could see why she would be attractive to someone; well obviously, since she was happily married to my dad. She had her large dark eyes, big cloud of curly hair, and nicely full and rounded breasts which I couldn't help paying attention to at the moment as amply as they were noticeable through her cleavage, but those are just the kind of things you do pay attention to. It's not I'd want her to take her clothes off, which of course she would sternly refuse anyway. Still, it definitely did feel nice and comforting when mom stroked my hardened shaft and started covering it in attentive kisses and licks.

"You know the club I joined last month..." I started, but had to stop for a moment to gasp for breath since mom had obviously sensed she was on the right track, because I could feel velvet lips open and slowly slide down wrapped around my hard shaft. Mom's head started moving in a slow, bouncy, natural rhythm, and the simple embrace of a warm, wet mouth slowly started becoming much more. The hold of her lips tightened, still soft and careful, but now moving and sucking. Mom's tongue worked too, fluttering and slithering at every opportunity, and I sighed deep.

When I was used enough to the feeling, I continued speaking: "There's this girl, Molly". Mom listened attentively, making cute slurping sounds as she attended to me, the kind that any man loves to hear, even if it is your own mother making them. "But there's also this guy, uhh- Steve".

I went on to speak my mind about my current situation of being caught in a rather hopeless love triangle. Well, calling it a triangle was probably somewhat of an exaggeration, since Molly pretty much didn't even know I existed. Mom listened patiently and relayed a message of compassion and understanding by slowing down at the right moments and just sucking a little, slowly and gently, looking at me with big, deep, caring eyes. Then, when she could sense it was all right again, she would start moving her head, very carefully, so every time her head came down her lips would be a point millimeter or two further along my shaft. Similarly, just little by little, she would move faster, until it was again the time when it was just enough to gently hold my balls and offer warm meaningful gazes.

When my speech became just distorted gasps like: "Hhh-Hhh", mom quickly pulled away, so she didn't even touch me with her hands. Only a string of slimy mixture of drool and saliva hanging from her lips and the tip of my cock remained connecting us. 

She just smiled warmly and said: "You should probably, you know, talk to her about it. You know, how else do you think anything is going to happen?"

Having regained my composure for the moment, I answered: "But mom, she's with Steve. She'll just laugh at me".

Mom gently took my balls in her hand and started giving them little kisses once in a while, so I would stay hard. She reached to touch my hand, and advised: "Oh, maybe she will, maybe she won't. But how will you ever know if you won't even try, right?", moving on to lick my shaft.

"R-Right," I stuttered, as I felt mom's lips positioned against the tip of my cock again.

"You'll see that's the right thing to do" she yet said, before her lips were needed for other uses, as they soon were cutely puckered around my shaft and she resumed her parental care.

When mom's head was steadily bobbing on my lap again, and I think I felt she was a little more persistent now, not slowing down as often, I speculated on the situation the best I could. It was obvious she would not let me off this easy so I hoped I could quickly find something more constructive to say.

After a moment of silence I found out the treatment I was receiving from mom was indeed quite overwhelming now in all its maternal attentiveness, which resulted in pauses where I could only shudder and whimper. It seemed to be working, though. "Steve would – nhh – get mad, if I spoke to Milly, though, wouldn't he. Aahh," was the general idea I barely managed to express during this while until mom had again sucked me to the edge where she could sense it would be best to stop for a moment, or some things might happen prematurely.

She just held my hand for and offered helpful commentary: "Don't worry about that. She's the one who makes the decision, after all, not 'Steve' when it comes to that. He can't beat you up or anything like that, if that's what you're worrying, or I'll call the cops on him". She grinned; she would do that, I knew. Would it be any use, though, afterwards, was what I was not so sure about.

I had to say something, however, and: "Hmm, I guess you're right, mom," sounded like the right thing. It did, really, start to sound like the right thing to me too.

"Just follow the sound of your heart" she said, and I could see a familiar spark in her dark eyes as she added: "When the right time comes, that is. But make sure it will come". 

I knew what mom meant, and said: "All right," as she started gently massaging my balls and yet again lovingly captured my dick in her mouth. "It was great to have this conversation, mom. I feel a lot more clear-headed now, and – u – uungh". The motherly magic of her silky lips was starting to get interesting yet again, so I made sure to speak quickly: "I'm sure I'll get the job done in time, too, and wait for the right moment to talk to Molly," I said, smiling at mom as I looked her in the eyes.

"Hmm-hh" she answered, and I knew she meant my answer satisfied her, because there were no more of the slow moments any more. 

When I said: "Thank you, mom," her head immediately came down so hard I felt her nose brush against my pubic hair and I was buried in deep in her tight, throbbing throat. This was obviously a very emotional moment for her. For me too, of course, quite uncontrollably emotional right then, in fact. She also reached to hold my balls in her hand, knowing this made it easier to adjust to the pressure building in them due to her new actions, and last just that important little while longer.

I felt it was the time I couldn't express my feelings in words alone, but thankfully from the way mom was looking at me, I knew I wouldn't have to. She was keeping constant eye contact with me as she sucked, her large dark eyes locked with mine, looking deep into me with everything that just was mellow and motherly and caring, and they were saying: "Shoot your load in my mouth now, my own baby boy, please, and let me swallow". Right then mom noticed how I was shivering and breathing hard, her attentions turned even more deliberate, her skillful fingers played a game of tickle and tease with my balls.

I laid my hand on her shoulder, and groaned: "This is it, mom." The suction of her lips noticeably increased, and the bobbing of her head became more excited, but it was the way mom looked at me with big begging brown puppy eyes and the little whimpering sounds she made that just said: "Please. Please," that were altogether too much. 

"Mom, aa-ah!" I shouted as a massive amount suddenly and forcefully leave my balls. I felt mom's lips tighten around my shaft as she immediately swallowed, as would no doubt any mother if they suddenly were given a mouthful of warm sperm by their own son. It was simply the natural instinctive reaction, after all. She knew she couldn't just stop after the initial copious burst, either, the way I gasped and groaned. There were no words, but to her ears it meant: "Here you are, mother dear, just for you, everything your baby can give from to you from the bottom of his heart and soul."

The rapid succession of ejaculations and the significant volume of each one could have caused problems, but it is of course different with your own mother. After all, her maternal instinct helps her sense the rhythm you ejaculate a lot better than in situations missing this crucial element. 

For this reason, mom didn't gag at any of the several moments which would have surprised any woman without this advantage, as she could swallow even the biggest and most powerful bursts without the hesitation and unawareness often present without the special mother and son connection.

Indeed, the amount was never overwhelming for mom, and signaled this with little sounds of "Mm. Mm" after each warm mouthful and by gently stroking my balls the whole time, helping me feel safe. Her head get bobbing after I had finished, her big dark eyes studying me carefully. She wanted to be sure she had swallowed absolutely everything, because she was my mother and knew little things like these mattered. I reached to brush a curl of her auburn locks, and softly whispered that this was the case: "It's all right, mom, it's all right."

Mom slowly drew her gentle lips away and bent down to kiss both of my balls with a wet smack, and then snuggled them against her cheek like something cuddly and precious. "Remember, don't hesitate, if you ever want to talk to me about anything else. Anything" she said, and I would not.

Smiling, I answered: "I won't, mom, don't worry".

Mom got up, smoothing her dress and apron, and waited for me to get my pants zipped up until giving me a little reassuring hug.

"It will work out, you'll see" she said, "and don't worry, there are other girls than this Molly around, too, you know".

Yes, I could see mom was right. I loved Molly very much right now, at this very moment, but I could understand now she wasn't the only one I could love. It would just take a little time, perhaps, but still... Besides, now I at least would have the courage to speak to her and find out about her feelings.

"Good good luck with the job too, honey, although I know you'll do well" mom said with a smile, and then turned and left.

Indeed, turning back to the work at hand, I suddenly could imagine a whole new world of possibilities.



A Penny for your Thoughts



"I'd give a penny for your thoughts," he called softly in greeting as he approached her on the balcony, watching her looking out towards the setting sun, her body framed in the pink sky behind her. 

"Is that all they're worth to you?" She murmured as he began nuzzling against her neck, enjoying the feel of his hand caressing the nape of her neck and lifting her hair off her shoulders.

Then she turned and their faces melded into the softest kiss you could ever imagine two lovers engaging in. He pulled away from the kiss eventually and held her face in her hands, admiring each and every contour of her features: "That really depends upon what pleasure you take in life."

"Show me your penny; I'll show you my pleasure," she commented pertly, stepping away from him and walking across the balcony, moving her hips as she moved, knowing that she drew his eyes downwards with every step.

"And for a dollar what will you show me?"

"I will show you exactly how obliging I can be for a dollar," she grinned and ran her fingers over the lattice iron work of the heavy round table between them, enjoying the cool feel of the white metal on each of her fingertips, her gesture insinuating all kinds of possibilities -- or at least such possibilities as could be purchased for a dollar. 

He was not seduced: "Fools rush in to find out where heroes fear to tread."

"Are you the fool or the hero today?" She retorted, looking away from the table and over towards him.

He stretched one arm out and ran his hand along the cool metal balustrade behind him, perusing her slowly and finally responding to her: "I have no plans to rush in. I generally prefer to take my time with lovely ladies."

"And do you find lovely ladies tend to respond well to your heroic dallying, sir?"

He contemplated her sitting there, a slight frown on his face, wondering if he should reach out to pull her across to him, over the table to show her the error of her ironic ways. Moderation held sway though and he decided to be patient, keeping one hand behind his back and the other fingering the cold metal. 

He did not want to reach out to soon after all, tempted though he was as the light wind breezed a lock of her hair out of place. She let it stay disarranged, curled like the question mark, that hung upside down across her forehead.

"The half-smile on your lips," he murmured, "and the belated acknowledgement of my status would seem to be evidence to support this notion."

"I respond well to authority."

"You respond as you are told to respond, girl."

"Exactly, sir"

"See. It's not so hard when you focus."

Her half smile became a full-blown at that point. Her head bowed as she flushed at the thought of the evident pleasure he took from her being there, waiting for him. And yet, part of her wondered how it felt to know that every night he would find her there attendant, in her own particular way, upon his wishes. 

Then she shrugged her shoulders grinned, deciding to indulge herself a little as she looked up once more into his face, her sharp eyes twinkling with mischief in the twilight: "I had rather hoped that it would be hard."

"You will have to do a little work to achieve that hope, dear lady."

"How would you have me work?"

"Work to please me."

"Very well, sir," she bowed her head briefly and then looked away from him, turning her body away from her, so she could enjoy the vista of pink clouds and setting sun and he could enjoy her in profile. 

The farmland between them and the sea was now shadowed by the hills that formed a coastal ridge, blocking off the ozone smell from the manor house. It was still possible to discern the individual buildings of the nearer farms and villages, but a few flickering lights were beginning to twinkle in the scattered hamlets between the manor and the pass carved long ago by the meandering river that opened a way through the wooded ridge and down to the sea. 

The port town was largely hidden behind this coastal range, but she could remember its gas-lit hub well enough and even discern the first outlying houses on the road into the town. The bay itself was completely concealed from her view, given the winding descent of river and road through the woodlands towards the sea.

"The sight of the sun dipping behind the hills is pleasing to both of us, is it not?"

"It augurs well for tomorrow, pet."

"You are thinking of tomorrow already? Why! You've only just arrived?"

"The sight of your head dipped a little while back was even more pleasing."

"My head will be dipped again when your direction is absolutely clear. Or did you mean me to dip until I disappear behind the hills along with the sun?"

"You don't respond very well to conditionals do you?"

"It gives me more than ample room to play. Think of it as conditioning, sir."

He sighed and leaned down over her, kissing the top of her head affectionately. Then he stood up straight and stared into the distance with her, successfully containing the urge to tell her to bite her tongue so early in that evening's exchange.

"Tell me, dear lady..."

"Yes?"

"Why do you always dissect my small talk?"

"I learnt from the master of dissection himself." 

"I'm not sure that was an entirely worthwhile study."

"And yet his imperative is my command. Do not denigrate all your efforts, sir."

"I'm told that my study is marvellously equipped," he said mildly, visualising the study behind him and thought of all the ways that he might denigrate her with the assorted instruments of discipline collected over time and utilised on feminine flesh over the years. Breasts and buttocks danced before his mind's eye for a brief instant, not to mention the softer, most kissable parts of a thousand well-whipped thighs. 

"Is it really?" She regarded him doubtfully and then stood up, turning and standing by the door, waiting for him to join her and lead her in. 

"They also mentioned that I might like you to join me in reviewing its possibilities."

"Who could have told you that; and whatever for?" 

"I believe they wanted to remind me that it has all the equipment suited for today's unruly darling."

"Very droll," she said defensively, her hand slipping behind her as if to protect herself from the excesses of his reminiscences.

"You have no need to worry at this juncture," he smiled and petted her hair affectionately for a brief moment. "I have no immediate plans to practice upon your more vulnerable parts."

"I think the gesture was instinctive or, at least, one developed over time under your occasionally severe tutelage."

"Well at least you admit that my tutelage has been developmental."

"I am no longer a character in search of an author sir. My character is entirely your look out."

"Are you rendering unto Caesar again?"

"Yes, provided Caesar allows his balcony to remain my lookout through all the seasons."

"No matter how chill it gets in winter?"

"I will admit that the French windows, you had installed to moderate the extremes of winter, did gladden my heart during the harshest days before the thaw." 

"Your comfort usually matters to me."

"Then perhaps, next time you are in town you might find me a fan to help manage the worst of the heat, while I enjoy the pleasurable views your lands offer in the summer months."

"I may well oblige you, since the thought of a cool breeze on your hair is a delight."

"Can I substitute your hand for the breeze right now?" 

"I don't see why not," he smiled, walked across to her and began to caress the nape of her neck with one hand. His thumb and little finger spread out around the back of her neck, while the three intermediate fingers indulged her, slowly, lovingly, possessively...He gradually pushed her hair up, tugging at her scalp lightly making her tingle with pleasure. 

"Mmm - I do so love it when you brush my hair up. It's a nice way to start the evening."

"The silkiness of your hair has an imperious quality all of its own... and yet I took my time wending my way back to you this evening."

"You had other dalliances that caused you to tarry; A secret assignation, perhaps? Or was there some country maiden ordered out to pasture for you to test out your magnificent equipment on?"

"No," he frowned and then brought out the bunch of a dozen fresh cut pink roses. "I thought you would appreciate a few roses fresh cut from the garden."

"Oh, they are quite lovely, sir," she cooed. "That was very sweet of you. I don't deserve you."

"It was just a passing thought. And I believe you deserve me in all respects."

"I'm very grateful that you thought to pass by the rose garden. I hope you rewarded the gardener handsomely for his pains?"

"The rose garden is mine as were the pains," he said, splaying the fingers of his other hand to show her the marks where the thorns had caught his flesh.

"Sometimes I forget that this estate is your property sir," she replied, taking his hand in hers and kissing every one of the marks on his palm.

"Do you ever forget that you are my property?"

"No. I know there are limits and I try not to get too carried away with my bravura."

"You will be carried away when the time comes for me to carry you away."

"I shall look forward to that. These roses smell wonderful."

"So do you."

"I'm glad you like my perfume."

"You know how to ready yourself for me."

"I am well aware of your tastes now. And your hand-plucked gifts will only serve to encourage me further."

"Kiss me girl."

"Yes sir."

She leant forward, opened her mouth and engaged with his lips, moistening them with her tongue and following through with her lips. As she turned her head to one side, she closed her eyes. She sighed as she felt his hand on the back of her head pressing her face to his and holding their connection, until he eventually released her and pulled away, stroking her cheek with his forefinger as he did so. 

"Thank you. I thought that greeting would never come."

"I can't help it. Everything seems to slow down in the summer haze."

"Summer haze or not: you can help it and you will help it in future."

"Yes sir"

"Kisses are de rigueur and will be offered up before you start teasing from now on. Do you understand?"

"I do."

"Tongue would also be most welcome," he grinned.

"A French kiss by the French windows -- my -- how appropriate," she giggled to herself and then obliged him, with a further engaging kiss, this time slipping her tongue between his lips provocatively, hoping to ensure the first stirrings of lust with each wily thrust of her tongue and each contact with his flesh. 

They held the contact for several minutes, his eyes open in admiration, hers closed in passion. Then he broke away, allowing her to resume her infectious giggling.

"Before you quip again remember the equipment in the study."

"Yes sir." The giggling ceased.

"Tell me, pet. Which direction do you prefer to gaze in?"

"The western view saddens me in the morning, but the sadness is sweet. And as the day progresses I find myself increasingly eager to watch for your return from that direction."

"Surely there are other points of interest in the compass of your thoughts?"

"There are, but they tend to pale in comparison, when the yearning for you grows."

"You learn to yearn then?"

"I learnt that the very first time you left me," she responded earnestly, ignoring his quip.

"You will surely have studied the subject in depth by the time I finally go."

"I had hoped that there would never be a last time, sir."

"I was not planning to bring things to an end in the foreseeable future."

"You shouldn't tease me so. You know how much I love you." 

"I will tease you as much as I choose to and more besides."

"I know you will," she frowned, "but you may expect me to respond in kind from time to time."

"You can respond in kind, until such time as you are told that you must change your ways."

"That seems a little unfair." The frown deepened.

"It is."

"Oh."

"This is not a democracy."

"I never imagined it was."

"Your imagination is on top form as ever."

"As is your caustic wit," she frowned. "And yet I cannot think of any alternative candidates to offer me release at this point in time."

"Then I will deny you release all evening, girl; and if you say "no" to me between now and until sunrise, you may live to rue it."

"Yes sir."

"You will, without doubt, challenge, deny, generally delay, obfuscate or otherwise impede my progress in whatever direction I choose to take you"

"Without any doubt at all, sir"

"Stop grinning already. Why do you always have your very own way of interpreting my wishes?"

"I always surrender to your whim eventually sir."

"Eventually may be good enough." 

"I'm glad to hear it, sir."

"Just about good enough, that is; now go pour us refreshments and bring them out onto the balcony." 

"There is wine available?" 

"Yes, I asked your maid to leave us a flagon of wine and two goblets, chilled in water, when I interviewed her after breakfast."

"You interviewed her after breakfast?"

"I did. Had I done so before breakfast, you might have observed the blush in her cheeks, when she helped you to dress."

"Was that not a little forward of you?"

"Do you object to my having intercourse with your maid without prior approval?"

"You may have intercourse with whomsoever you chose. I am not your owner."

"Indeed you are not."

"I was just thinking that the pains you take with my maid seem thorough to the point of excess."

"You have usually found something in my excesses in the past."

"That I have. And I hope to continue to do so in future"

"Then you may wish to find a vase for those flowers in the immediate future too."

"Consider it done, sir."

"I shall when you have completed the task. Kiss me once more before you commence it."

"Yes sir."

"More tongue."

"Yes sir."

"And don't forget the wine."

"I will not."

"You have quite a view from here don't you," he said, turning away from her retreating back and leaning out over the courtyard below them. "You can almost see all the way down the coast road."

"It serves me well when I need to send my lover packing before your return," she taunted lightly as she deposited the flagon and goblets on their silver tray, making sure there was no spillage. Then she returned indoors to hunt down an appropriate vase.

"Does your lover pack well?" He called after her.

"He is certainly well-packed sir."

"He may be treading on dangerous grounds, bringing his packs within these walls."

"I generally entertain him away from the main house. It makes for less interruptions and more extensive connection. Isn't this vase absolutely lovely?"

"I haven't seen it before. Where is that wine, girl?" He growled warningly.

"The wine has been waiting for you on the tray on the table these past few minutes. The vase is a very recent acquisition. I love cut glass."

"Come drink a draft with me and let us survey the cut glass and the courtyard together."

"Is there anything of interest in the courtyard?" She said talking to his back as he stared down at the scene below them

"I believe they may be carrying out your lover as we speak."

"Carrying?"

"Ah, yes, here he comes, with two escorts. I don't believe he stood up to the punishment well."

"That was very cruel of you."

"Would you rather have been flogged yourself?"

"I would rather you researched my liaisons before jumping to action. He is just a merchant seeking to sell me linens and accessories -- hence the new vase."

"Given the parlous state of the treasury that is almost a capital crime."

"Will you have him hung by the gatehouse sir?"

"I think depleting his assets will suffice."

"You wouldn't..."

"No. His mistress will bed him tonight without noticing any difference. Let us just say that he has been relieved of some of his funds by way of a fine and told not to trespass on your time, without making a prior appointment through me." 

"He may object to the constabulary," she sulked.

"He may realise that the constabulary are generally appointed by the lord of the manor."

"You have all the answers."

"And you have far too many of the questions and suppositions."

"Forgive my temerity."

"The amusing sight of his little legs kicking as he is frog marched to his wagon is sufficient to forgive even your cardinal sins," he smiled and turned back to her.

"You have no axe to grind over my unauthorised expenditure then?" 

"You have to have some pleasures in life, even if you will pay for them later, pet."

"You are the pleasure in my life, sir."

"It's time to close the windows and go back into the room, I think," he advised her.

"Have you had enough fresh air today, sir?"

"Do you want to be taken over the metal table in full view of the world?"

"Not really."

"Then, do as you are told."

"Yes sir. Do you know that I've spent far too long in that chaise-long today?"

"Then you need not return to it."

"Where would you have me return sir?"

"I would have you before me. I want to admire you in the fading light, before the servants come by to light the first candles."

"Do you like what you see?"

"I do - very much."

"I'm glad to be suited to your regard, sir."

"Hush. Let us enjoy the peace of the evening together as the first candles are lit."

"They seem slow today, sir."

"Who do?"

"Those who come to light the candles"

"They take their time and do the job ascribed to them properly. You could learn from them. So hold your peace and drink your wine."

"I just that I wish we could be alone more often sometimes," she sighed.

"You get your moments in my spotlight."

"What do you have planned for the show tonight sir?"

"I thought a little divestiture might be in order."

"What would you have me divest?"

"That rather fetching pink frock will do for a start."

"You would have me in my underwear before the candles are lit?"

"I will have you out of your underwear as they are lit."

"That is to be expected."

"Your denudation is frequently my aspiration, damn it."

"Your cussing is enough to make us the naked and the damned."

"Norman Mailer might have appreciated that. I will simply appreciate your naked beauty and, as well you know, I will damn it to being used without regard to the niceties."

"No tea and petit fours then?" 

"No -- thee on all fours, I think."

"Very witty, sir"

"Be careful lest your irony is deemed sarcasm, girl. You may suffer the consequences."

"I think you appreciate my irony, sir."

"Sometimes there can be too much of a good thing."

"Even the excitement you arouse in me?"

"You know how to side-track me with the tell-tale signs of your arousal."

"I was aroused from the moment I heard you walk up behind me on the balcony."

"Even so, you looked as if you wished you were far away."

"A girl may daydream as much as a Master."

"Provided she is given the time to do it, of course."

"Of course; have you ever sat and day-dreamed for a good long while, sir, not realising that time is rushing by and before you know it the day is gone and dusk is with you?"

"It's one way of spending time; admittedly not so expensively as less than candid entertaining of peddlers."

"I usually look forward to dusk."

"Why would that be?"

"Dusk normally heralds your arrival."

"And yet today you chose to daydream rather than look forward?"

"Perhaps the two are one and the same, sir."

"I am the fulfilment of your day dreams?"

"Would you have me think of you in any other way?"

"That might make me seem immodest to the impartial bystander."

"But I am not impartial sir -- I am very partial."

"How partial are you to obeying at the earliest opportunity that presents itself to you to satisfy my whims?"




A Penny for your Thoughts



"What is your whim right now sir?"

"It is, as previously stated: for you to remove the dress."

"What will the servants say?"

"They will say nothing, since it is you and not any one of them who is instructed to disrobe. You are out-with their duties so to speak."

"Then I will disrobe for you, even without my maid present."

"Your present maid is still recovering from my intercourse with her after luncheon."

"I do wish you wouldn't despoil the servants without consulting me sir. It is merry hell trying to find substitutes with the reputation you are building up."

"You are being consulted now, pet."

"That is hardly the point."

"Do you need the maid right now?"

"I daresay I can manage."

"Strip then. You make me impatient to see you."

"That works for both of us, sir."

"Clever girl"

"I do try my best."

"Your best is quite impressive."

"When I'm not all fingers and thumbs..."

"You know very well you are more and less than that."

"I am your cunt, sir."

"Exactly: and that's a very good beginning."

"Would you help with these hooks?"

"Turn round and I'll do what I can. You will reciprocate later, I trust?"

"Your trust is well founded, sir."

"Your hooks are very well located."

"I love your hand against the nape of my neck....my shoulders...the small of my back."

"You are deliciously tactile. I've never known anyone respond so well to the touch of a finger on her flesh."

"I respond well to your lips too, sir."

"It's nice that you can distinguish one touch from another."

"You have that particular way about you sir. It would be difficult for anyone to emulate it."

"Not even when you are blindfolded and the lights are extinguished?"

"I think I know you well enough even in those circumstances."

"I will have to try that before you are much older."

"A little sensory deprivation never did anyone too much harm, sir."

"I would not wish to be deprived of your wide-eyed look of surprise too often."

"Then you must continue to let me turn my head when you take me from behind."

"You turn too many heads," he smiled absently and looked down at the papers on the desk, shuffling them and turning them round, breaking off their conversation altogether. She watched him, keeping her distance and holding her peace for a while, waiting for the right moment to resume. As she waited she lifted the glass to her lips and sipped slowly, alternating her regard between him and the carpet. She really didn't want him to feel that she was staring demandingly at him, until she was ready to fence again. 

"I would sacrifice their regard for your undivided attention, sir."

"Sorry -- I was just wondering about whether to purchase a new property."

"Would that be a new woman or additions to the estate?"

"Estate -- building and surrounding park to be precise; with two fountains apparently."

"His and hers fountains -- my! How swish!"

"And don't let your hackles rise so easily. Or do you really want to be swished until you squeal for mercy?"

"Forgive me sir."

"You'll get your forgiveness once your arse is criss-crossed with the marks of my displeasure."

"You only intend to despoil my backside sir?"

"Do you want the backs of your thighs and your tits whipped too?"

"Not unless you really need the exercise sir. I wouldn't want each touch of my clothing to remind me of you wreaking your vengeance for my faux pas."

"Go naked then."

"But I like pretty clothes."

"Sometimes your profligacy knows no end."

"I didn't say new clothes."

"Nor did I; I was thinking of the property."

"That would be your profligacy then."

"It would be your day-dream fulfilled."

"Only if you are there sir: it's not so much fun drinking cocktails on your own."

"You could write and invite your envious friends, between sips, pet."

"I fear for their safety in your proximity, given your unpredictable demands for intercourse after breakfast."

"Are any of your friends fit to fuck?"

"That's not very nice."

"Sometimes you need me to be not very nice. Now come here. I wish you bare now."

"Yes sir."

"The days are yours to do as you will, pet, as you know full well. In the evenings you are my plaything."

"I can have hopes that you might want to play with me during the day as well, can I not?" 

"You can hope that I continue to love separating your dress and pulling you from it."

"That seems to be a given at this juncture, sir."

"It's like a ripe fruit being extracted from its protective sheath."

"I think that I grow rather fond of being extracted, sir."

"Wriggle your hips."

"Like this?"

"Yes -- I want to see the shimmy supporting your striptease."

"What else do you want to see, sir?"

"The dress pooled around your ankles."

"And would you care to view anything else?"

"Your arse nicely displayed when you bend to pick it up will be... yes, excellent -- just stay there for a moment."

"Yes sir."

"Underskirts down."

"Yes sir."

"Splendid. Exhibit yourself."

"Is this spread enough for you?"

"No -- show off the intimacies of your arse too."

"You have a rosebud fetish sir."

"You have a rosebud worthy of appreciation. I love the pinkness -- the freshness -- the untried look of it."

"It's hardly virgin territory, sir."

"It was once."

"Do you regret not being the first?"

"No. It has served me well enough. Play with your cunt."

"Yes sir."

"Spread the lips. Show me your inner secrets."

"You know all my inner secrets."

"I have some idea of them, but I'm more interested in your inner secretions right now."

"You know the thought of you sometimes makes me very moist."

"Well make sure the touch of your fingers make you very wet. I intend to thrust into you without any preliminaries today."

"Yes sir."

"Undo your stays. I should like to see and then make use of your tits. Good girl...now squeeze them together -- I will want to fuck them later-- a nice nest for a saliva-covered cock to roost in...and you have permission to look down and open your mouth, with your lips pursed and tongue, lining the bottom lip, just so you can feel the penetration when I reach behind the back of your head and push you down onto my member. Ah candles."

The two servants went about their work diligently, trying to keep their eyes averted from the scene that presented itself in the centre of the room. One walked slowly across the room to the mantelpiece and lit the two candleholders perched in front of the mirror. The other made his way to the window and applied his taper to the wicks of the candles on the small tables on either side of it.

"Light the one on the desk too, please," he snapped at one of them and then patted his pet's rump convivially. "I may need some warm wax there later."

"Yes sir," the servant bowed, just managing to conceal the smirk that had crept unbidden to his lips. 

"We have illumination, pet."

"I had noticed, sir. The voyeurs' club in the servants' quarters will be extremely pleased."

"Can you imagine them pouring over monographs of your partially clad form."

"I'd rather not, sir."

"What would you like to imagine then?" 

"I'd like to imagine that we have reached the point where I render you reciprocal service?"

"Then get over the desk and push the plans for the manse to one side." 

"Did you say plans, sir?"

"I did."

"You tempt me so."

"You will not resist the temptation to unbutton me when you are in position."

"Yes sir."

"And you will not be perusing said plans until after you are well-fucked."

"Sometimes I wish you weren't quite so insightful."

"If I were not, then you would get away with murder, dear lady."

"Ooohing over sands, palms and azure seas is hardly murderous."

"You will ooh just as well if you focus on how you are filled with my member, whether it's amidst sands or over less exotic hard wood."

"I may just sigh, thinking of the origins of the hardwood."

"You had better not, girl."

"I am only teasing sir."

"You know, sometimes I cannot decide whether to fuck you or spank you, but you so do so help me make up my mind with your teases."

"What is your pleasure sir?"

"Right now -- both -- spread your cunt open again. I do not intend to be gentle."

"Oh sir!"

"Take it out."

"Yes sir."

"Kiss it appreciatively."

"Mmmm -- yes sir."

"You know this is what you want."

"I know this is what I need."

"And what is this exactly?"

"A nice hard cock pressed deep into my cunt without any further preliminaries."

"Very good: now pet, what is your arse begging for?"

"A spanking sir: a nice hard spanking."

"And who...stay still, damn it ...is going...to adminis...ter...that...spank...ing."

"I had...ouch...hoped you would sir...but...you do begin...to seem...rather engaged... in...other...areas."

"You were made...for me to...fuck, pet."

"And I do...like your hands...cupping my breasts...while...you... fuck ...sir."

"What other...possible...purpose could...you have in life?"

"For you to...bugger... sir?"

"Raise...your arse up... and we will...see about...that."

"Yes sir."

"No -- don't... reach...behind you."

"As...you...oh, my goodness...wish!"

"Leave your arms...on the desk. I intend to spank...you...first, with my cock...hovering nice and snug in the entrance...to your sex."

"Yes sir."

"You present...a rather...fine target."

"I'm not sure...how to...take that, sir."

"With grace and...forbearance: you have...permission...to thank me...as each blow... lands...like so!"

"Ohhhh -- thank you sir"

"Such a pretty palm print: have another."

"Thank you."

"And you backed into me most refreshingly. Another."

"Ouchy -- thank you."

"Your cunt juices look rather fetching on my exposed shaft; and again."

"Oh go...d! Thank you, sir."

"Right now pet. I am your only god. Now fuck back on me again before I strike the other cheek."

"Yessss sir. Thank...you."

"Look back at me now."

"Yes sir."

"I love looking into your eyes when I take you."

"You like...my pupils...to be dilated?"

"I like you under me, waiting to be taken...when...I...want...to...take...you." 

"Yessss."

"Now..."

"Yes sir?"

"Spread your cheeks."

"Tell me sir...

"Yes?"

"What is it about men and anal sex?"

"I cannot speak for other men, but for me, it is empowering to have you go that one step further, looking round and offering your rear up. 

"Really?"

"Yes and I love the way your eyes are open at the same time as your backside is filled. I like to use you. It is the essence of your purpose."

"My purpose is your essence sir."

"Spread and shut up pet."

"Yes sir."

"I want to fill your bottom and grip your hair, while you lean over the desk, backside nicely lifted to give me the greatest pleasure." 

"Mmmphhhh!"

"And when I'm done...your mouth will...serve...as the next...stop in this...exposition... of your sexual...submission."

"Oh!"

"No pet. You meant to...say -- thank you...very much...and...may I have...some more please...sir."

"I think I... prefer the words...put in my mouth... rather than... your... soiled... cock."

"You will have... the soiled cock...none...the...less."

"Yes sir."

"It will put... a stop to... your incessant... blather."

"Yes sir."

"And... your tongue... always accentuates... my... delight"

"Mmm."

"Is this what... you were... dreaming of pet?"

"Whi-iiich sir?"

"Being a cock slut...for your master? Ease...your...arse...back. I want to see... your bottom... jiggling... between spanks."

"Mmmmm"

"That's it girl -- just let me... take control... of all motion -- you just have... to move backwards... when your hair...is tugged...in... the... hope... of ushering... in waves of proprietorial ...pleasure."

"Mmm..."

"I do love... fucking... your arsehole... like this: so tight... and so hot...."

"Mmm."

"Reach between your legs."

"Yes sir."

"Stroke my balls: you may keep... your eyes... wide open... all the while. I like... to look... into your pupils... and see you... express yourself... without uttering... a syllable, as you look... for a context... to your...submission!"

"Oooooh! You fill me so, sir."

"I am your context pet, even when I withdraw from you." 

"Yes sir."

"You can daydream of tropical paradises or verdant lakeside trysts or castles in the air, but I am the commonality to all those possibilities."

"Do I never get a night out with the girls then?"

"You have to earn those nights pet."

"And how do I earn those?"

"You earn with your mouth, your cunt, your arse and your whole, devoted being."

"So I will be fucked and sodomised again tonight?"

"Yes. And you will be treated as roughly as you know you wish to be treated."

"Have I brought this all upon myself?"

"Bring your arse up onto my cock once more and we will see exactly what you have brought."

"Oh my! Is that all for me sir?"

"Don't sass me, girl," he snapped and slapped her bottom hard.

"Ouch! Sorry, sir"

"Just fuck it. Your sorrow is of no importance right now. That's it -- take the head and the shaft into your arsehole. Good girl. No. Further. Don't hesitate. Surrender your backside to my need. Do I have to grasp your hair to ensure you are fully impaled on it? 

"No sir."

"Evidently I do! Now look back at me. Let me see the enjoyment of obedience spreading across your face like the good cunt you are, pet."

"Your...cunt...sir."

Obviously, now back to the buggery. I want your arse tighter than a virgin's pussy. That's it -- squeeze your cheeks together. Focus. Give your whole attention to the pleasing. That way you will be really appreciated, valued and generally made much of." 

"Yes sir."

"I look forward to your mouth and its ministrations, girl."

"Could you withdraw a little, sir -- it hurts."

"Is your pain material?"

"It is to me sir."

"Relish it. I wish you to do more than just endure the fucking."

"Do you ...mmm ...you are so hard in me...there, sir ... why should you have any doubts on that score sir?" 

"So you find you like the contrast then?"

"I think I like pleasing you, sir."

"I think I will like coming over your face, spurting my need over your features."

"I hope that you will take all the pleasure you can out of that moment sir."

"Kindly open your mouth pet. It's time for your palate to be soiled."

"Yes sir."

"I want to contrast the wetness of your lips with the dryness of your arse."

"Mmmmphh!"

"Good girl. Suck me clean. Then you will have the pleasure of bringing me off between those fantastic tits of yours. "Do I hear you thinking "How can I resist the challenge", pet? Well, know this - you can't and you won't, since it affords you the opportunity to chatter while you bring me to where I need to be."

"I like multi-tasking sir. It makes me feel more useful."

"Push your breasts together."

"Yes sir."

"Tighter."

"Yes sir."

"I want to press home between them as if they were a second cunt."

"Not an arse sir?"

"No witch -- pinch them -- I want them hard when I spurt across them and into your face."

"Your cunt awaits your pleasure sir."

"That's the girl I trained."

"Yes sir."

"Lick the cock head girl -- I'm going to push your head down and you are going to please me as you have never pleased me before."

"Yes sir."

"Faster girl: I'm going to keep your head down and mouth filled until I am sated."

"Hmmm."

"Purse your lips tighter girl. You are here to be used." 

"Mmmm."

"Do I have to tawse your well-fucked arse to ensure you perfect your technique? 

She looked up at him, a hint of alarm in the wide-eyed look she gave him.

"That's it -- rights of passage - My rights...your passage...ah yeessss.... That was...well-played pet!"

"Yes sir,"she grinned ruefully and began to wipe his jism from her face, licking her fingers to relieve them of the acquired viscous fluid,"but..."

"You have reservations? And yes I know I have the reservations on this occasion, so do not stray there."

"You make me want to choke with throw away remarks like that when you come -- they just make me giggle." 

"You will stop thinking about giggling, lick the residue of my come from your face and be grateful for small mercies."

"Will I lick you clean too sir?"

"Not right now. Your tongue in my arse in the cabin of our ship to the new property will be more than enough later."

"Oh sir!"

"As long as you are content in my service, pet"

"I'm content, but I'll need to pack."

"Your maid has seen to that girl."

"So this was just to distract my thoughts then?"

"And how much was the distraction of your thoughts worth pet?"

"Oooh: at least a penny, sir; at least a penny."



A Penny for Your Thoughts



Author's note: If you're expecting a stroke story, you'll be highly disappointed, so I'd suggest you move on to another one. And though there is plenty of hot steamy sex later on in this story, I've slowly built up to it for a number of reasons. For one, I wanted this somewhat far-fetched idea to at least sound plausible. It's a bit on the Dean Koontz, even Stephen King side of things with a dash of true erotica mixed in for flavor. I thought I might attempt this tale; see how well received it might be through your votes and comments. It is one I may expand at some point into a full book given the subject matter. So again, if you like it, find it interesting, please let me know. Hopefully most of you will enjoy this.

Thank you, Many Feathers, aka...Thesandman

*

I remember that day so many years ago now, out camping by the lake with my parents. The horrible thunderstorm that came out of nowhere, the countless lightning strikes hitting everywhere. Including me.

I don't remember much of anything after that. Only waking up in the hospital, the sound of voices nearby. One of the doctors's speaking to my parents, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation, as I lay there swimming through the fugue of coma, and waking.

"A miracle he even survived. No telling yet the affect it may have had on him," sounds of mom crying. The sense of touch, something cool on my forehead though my eyes refused to open, to tell them I could hear things, feel things. My body as yet unresponsive. It would be a week more at least before whatever was going on deep down inside me, finally gave way, allowing me to once again return to the present. My eyes popping open, though I hadn't been asleep...still listening, still feeling.

Someone calling out to a nurse...mom now standing by my bedside, tears running down her face as she leaned over kissing me, still calling out for someone to come.

"He's awake!" She charged as one of the nurses finally did come in.

"I'll get the doctor," she stated almost as happy as mom seemed to be.

"Welcome back to our world Brian," the doctor, told me as he began writing in my chart. "You've been away for a while."

That was nearly ten years ago. I was ten at the time. A lot had happened in the course of those ten years. Some remarkable things in fact. Slowly, gradually...for whatever reason, finally manifesting themselves to me with the onset of puberty for some strange reason. I remember the first time I felt it, sensed it. This "little spark" as I called it, though later I called it "flipping my Bic" for lack of a better explanation for what it was. 

It was several weeks after returning home from recovering in the hospital that I first sensed something unusual had happened to me. Too afraid to tell anyone about it for fear of having to go back while they performed all sorts of tests on me, I simply ignored what I'd discovered, locking it away, too afraid to explore it, test it...revel in it. That little spark. That little something that felt so very, very strange.

I had stumbled across it quite by accident. Walking home from school one day, watching my own feet more than anything, trying not to step on any cracks in the sidewalk as a way of amusing myself. A simple penny. Stopping, reaching down in order to pick it up. It felt hot, hot from the sun perhaps, I flinched just for a second. But as I did, I felt this spark, this thing...and then saw it between my fingertips. A bluish white light, just a fragment for a moment or so, between my fingertips now holding the penny. I dropped it, it too seemed to glow for a moment, and then the light faded. I picked it up again, and though warm it was no longer hot. Quite naturally I put it into my pocket, and then scurried home to tell mom about the strange thing that had happened to me.

I had no idea at the time of course, just how strange it would turn out to be.

**

I had run home with my penny. Darting into the house, into the kitchen were mom stood making cookies. "Mom! Mom! Look at what I found!" I had said excitedly, showing her the penny. She laughed.

"You're rich!" She laughed again.

"No mom, you don't understand. It's not just a penny, I think it's a magic penny or something, I saw it glowing!"

I suppose to humor me, she now accepted it, looking at it a bit more closely. "A magic penny huh? Don't suppose it grants wishes or anything? Like maybe giving us a million, perhaps even two million more of these things?" She chuckled once again, though looking at it. Of course I knew, she was making light of it, not taking it serious at all, and deflating my excitement.

And then she said, "Hmmm, date says 1961. That was the year I was born."

Only, she didn't really say it. I mean no words came out of her mouth. She was just standing there looking at it, holding onto it, yet I swear I had heard her actually say it clear as day. She handed it back, and then said. "That was the year I was born, when the penny was made, 1961."

"I know, I heard you the first time," I responded now reexamining it again, looking at the date, confirming what I'd now heard her say twice.

"First time?" She asked looking at me oddly, but then let it go, turning back towards her cookies again. "Damn...I forgot to get more flour at the store," she said. "I need at least another cup to finish these. I wonder if Susan has some flour I could borrow?"

"Want me to run over to Mrs. Daniels and ask to borrow a cup for you?" I asked. It was something I was always doing for mom, and something Mrs. Daniels seemed to always be doing with us too. Borrowing things back and forth from one another.

Mom turned, a bewildered look on her face. "How'd you know I was thinking that?" She asked.

"Thinking what?"

"About borrowing some flour from Susan."

"I heard you asking about it," I said looking just as confused as she was.

"But I didn't say anything."

"Sure you did. I heard you."

It was an odd conversation. But it was soon forgotten as I shortly afterwards headed off in pursuit of a cup of flour for mom. Me thinking she was messing with me, and mom...well, who knows what she was thinking at the time.

**

Later on that evening after dad got home from work I showed him my magic penny too. He looked at it briefly, handed it back, giving me one of his patented smiles that said, "that's nice...now go away." "Fine son, if you think so," he told me as he handed it back. "You know what they say though don't you?"

"No...what?"

"A penny saved, is a penny earned." And then he didn't say another word as he went back to reading his newspaper.

I looked at my penny. Maybe it wasn't magic after all. But I wasn't going to just save it either. If anything, I could spend it on a "two-fer" as we called them. Penny candies. Only they weren't just a penny. Some of them got you a "two-fer" for one penny as we called them back then. Six chocolate's in a plastic wrap, but for a penny you could get two of them. A good deal at any price.

I ran upstairs to my room to get cleaned up for dinner, placing the penny on my nightstand, and promptly forgot all about it. Until the following day when Jimmy, who was my best friend at the time, and his younger sister Jenny came over. I'd always had a bit of a crush on Jenny, though I wasn't supposed to have one of those I suppose. Guys my age weren't supposed to be into girls yet. So I pretty much kept that a secret to myself. And I certainly wasn't about to ever admit that to Jenny either. I wasn't sure she even liked me all that much, though she was always tagging along, hanging out with us all the time, which Jimmy said his mother forced him to do, thus keeping an eye on her.

They'd come over, hanging around my room, reading comic books, though Jenny as usual was bored, rummaging through stuff. My stuff, which was fairly annoying, even though I sort of liked her.

I saw her pick up my penny almost nonchalant, looking at it, though also looking like she was going to take it.

"Hey, put it back. That's my penny!" I told her. She looked at me like I'd gone mad.

"It's just a penny. What's so special about it?"

"It's magic...that's what!" I said, though to be honest, I no longer believed it really was. But the thing was, I was irritated at her for almost swiping it. I reached out for it, though she did her tease thing, holding it out to me, and then taking it back before I could get it from her. "Come on...give it."

"What's so magic about it?" She teased, Jimmy looking on, finding amusement in my struggle and his sister's obvious annoyance with me. I closed the distance between us, once again grabbing her hand, this time too fast for her to do anything as I struggled with her. Her laughing, me trying to force her hand open, finally doing so, reaching for the penny...and then this little spark suddenly happening again. The penny glowed, only briefly, but the spark made us both flinch, both of us dropping it where it rolled off somewhere on the floor.

"What was that?" She asked looking at her hand, though there weren't any marks there, even though she rubbed at a supposed spot. "What did you do?"

"What'd he do?" Jimmy said only now curious.

"He made it glow," Jenny told him. "The penny."

"Where is it?"

"Somewhere around here on the floor," I said now looking for it, as suddenly we all were.

And then Jenny found it, only she didn't really say anything, holding it, palming it, once again attempting to steal it, keep it perhaps. Only I heard her, looking up then as she just stood there, though her mouth never moved.

""You'll never find it," she said...without saying it. "Because I found it, and I'm never going to tell you."

"Give it here," I said looking at her. "Give it to me. I know you have it Jenny, now give it back."

She looked at me in surprise. And then reached into the pocket of her pants, pulling it out handing it back to me.

"Here, keep your old stupid penny," she stated. And then she said...and just because of that, I'll never let you kiss me either."

Only thing was, she didn't say that. Once again, I'd heard it, but she hadn't actually said that to me.

"Who says I'd want to kiss you anyway?" I then asked her. The look in her eyes, the sudden stunned expression on her face as she suddenly turned and bolted from my bedroom said it all.

"What the hell was that all about?" Jimmy asked, though now forced to leave, as he'd catch hell for it if he didn't accompany his sister.

I stood there looking at my Penny, realizing what had just happened. Not understanding it, not at all. But maybe...just maybe...that Penny really was magic afterall.

**

That then became my secret. Maybe the penny really was magic. Though if it was, it wasn't magic for very long. And it didn't seem to really do anything more than allow me to hear someone's thoughts for a few minutes or so at the most. But that was pretty cool in and of itself. Though I quickly learned not to tell anyone I could do that either. For one thing, they wouldn't believe me. But for another, if they did...and if they realized there were times I could honestly do that, well then...it would take all the fun out of it for one thing. And rob me of my Magic Penny for another. It was just too good of a thing to share with anyone after that. And so my penny became my good luck piece too in a way. Always with me, always on me...though I rarely if ever took it out when I was around anyone, which was ironically weird in a sense. And because I didn't, it didn't do anything either. And I couldn't just make the little spark come because I wanted it too, even though I tried countless times. It just didn't work that way for some reason.

And then one day, I lost my penny. I'd left it in my pants pocket, on the floor in my bedroom when I went in to take a bath. I didn't know it, didn't realize it until much later, but mom had come in, gathered up my dirty clothes and took them into the laundry room to wash. I don't know whatever happened to my magic penny, but it was gone. And even after I exhausted several hours looking for it, I finally gave up and resigned myself to the fact I'd never be able to do that again.

But I was only then starting to learn a lot more about myself anyway. A few months later, experiencing my first ever "nocturnal emission" as they were called. My first ever dirty, "wet-dream." And with that, all kinds of things started to happen. Some of which at first, actually scared the hell out of me!

**

The first thing I did of course was run off to see Jerry and ask him about what had happened. A year older than I was, I figured he had to know. And quite naturally he did, explaining it to me, but then taking it up to the next level even, which is when I learned what masturbation was. And it was later, while practicing that, that I found myself aroused, excited. And low and behold, the spark came back. Just like that. I felt the little tingle just between my fingers, though at the time, it was between my fingers and something else when it happened again. But there it was, which is when I started calling it, flicking my Bic, which was a term the guys were using for doing something else entirely. But I knew now it was arousal and excitement that brought it about. I wondered then about the Penny. So I found one, tried it...and sure enough, it worked on it too. So it wasn't just THAT penny, the one I had lost so long ago now, but any penny. And if it was any penny, then...and sure enough, I figured out through trial and error, it was actually copper. Whatever it was, and why...copper was the conduit through which I learned to use my deep dark secret. Though pennies remained the easiest way to make it work. Now I had a whole jar of them. Magic Pennies.

Through trial and error, I quickly learned several things. You didn't actually need to be holding the penny, it only needed to be close to you, though if it did touch you in some way, it did seem to work better and last longer. And that was the other thing I learned as well. I found out that if I flicked my Bic too often, it didn't seem to work as well, or last nearly as long. Usually less than a minute even, if that. So then I tried refraining, seeing how long I could make it work for, and how strong. Again trial and error in doing that, but the strongest it would ever last was for no more than fifteen minutes perhaps. I had gone two, three days, and then a week...even two without making the spark. But it didn't seem to matter, or make any difference. Two days without sparking seemed to charge it up to the maximum I could make it work, make it go. So now I had the parameters at least, and a better understanding of it. Or so I thought anyway.

So far, I had used it to eavesdrop, basically picking up on people's thoughts. Which for the most part was actually pretty boring, not nearly as exciting as I first thought or believed it would be. Only on occasion would I actually pick up on something juicy, something titillating and interesting. It was like playing golf in a way. Getting frustrated, asking yourself why you played in the first place, and then getting that perfect swing, or putt. It's what kept you coming back. Same thing with my new found ability. Most of the time it was boring, but every once in a while...

** 

By now I was eighteen. I'd been honing my skills so to speak, flicking my Bic, practicing the placement of pennies here and there on unsuspecting people, or when the opportunity presented itself, just brushing against, or touching something I knew was made of copper that someone was wearing. That eventually proved to work the best. Maybe because in those instances, they were closer to the people I used this on. That...and having gone at least two days to ensure I had a "full charge" not knowing what else to really call it. Only then would I release the spark, mostly just a little at a time unless I caught a piece or sense of something I found particularly interesting. Then I may very well use it all.

I had gone into a reasonably nice little coffee shop one evening after getting off from my part-time job. I tried to do so at least once or twice a week, mainly because of a really attractive girl around my age who worked there. I hadn't really approached her as far as going out or anything, mainly because she'd never shown much of an interest towards me beyond my being a semi-regular customer. I wasn't exactly a geek or anything, certainly not bad looking...but I'd already figured out, either she had a boyfriend, or I just wasn't her type. It didn't stop me from going in to gawk at her though, or entertain the prospect of "slipping her a penny." I'd even gotten to the point of boldly doing that in some cases, mostly with people I knew of course, handing them a penny and then simply saying, "A penny for your thoughts?" That's usually all it took, and then they were giving them to me, good and bad at times, without ever knowing they had.

So there I was, having my usual piece of pie and coffee, ogling Debbie, enjoying the view, especially her rather large breasts, that she had on one or two occasions, leaned over just enough while explaining something to me off the specials of the day to give me an added treat to my visit. I was waiting for the perfect opportunity, the precise moment to use my line, slide a copper penny across to her, or place it in her hand and then ask her that very question. I was planning on doing so when I saw this guy come in taking a seat across the aisle from me. There was something about him, the way he looked maybe, though it was more the look he took when watching Debbie moving about. It gave me the creeps, almost leering at her as he sat there watching her. Maybe it was a sixth sense or something that made me do it. But I charged my penny, and then slid out of my booth on the pretense of going to the restroom, stumbling, pretending to fall, catching myself as I all but collided into his booth. I tossed my magic penny into his lap as I did so, apologizing. His look of annoyance and disgust with me readily apparent, not even answering or acknowledging I'd done that after I straightened myself up. I soon headed into the restroom, spent only a moment or so, and immediately came back out again. I figured I had maybe two or three minutes to more or less listen in on the man in the booth sitting next to me.

"Nice little piece of ass," he thought. "I wouldn't mind fucking that cunt, in fact...I'm going to! That's it! I'm going to! I'm going to wait until she gets off, walks out, then I'm going to grab her...haul off over to those bushes behind the parking lot, and that's where..."

It's all I heard, but it was enough. Debbie was in danger, and it was up to me to do something about it. I slid out of my booth, grabbing my check waving it at her so that she would walk over and meet me at the cash register.

"Debbie, I need to tell you something," I told her, causing her to look oddly at me for a moment, which in itself worried me. "You do know me, well sort of anyway...I've been coming here for a while now, so hopefully you will listen to what I have to say to you," she seemed somewhat alarmed now, but with the manager standing not too far away, she had obviously decided to hear me out. "Don't look...but that guy over there who was sitting across from me, I overheard him, talking to himself. I don't think he realized that he was, or did. But I heard him say something...something about you, something he was planning on doing to you after you got off work tonight." Now she was looking freaked out, but I continued. "Right now, right this very second, go tell your boss what I just told you. After that, call the cops...tell them what I said, what I heard this guy saying. Please Debbie, trust me...now do it!"

She immediately turned, walked over, whispered something to her boss, and then the two of them walked around into the back. I left more than enough money for my bill sitting there, and then calmly walked outside towards my car. I climbed in, and then sat, hoping and praying that she had done what I'd asked her to do. Less than five minutes later, two patrol cars pulled up in front. Two officers got out, walked in as though stopping for something to eat perhaps as two more patrol cars pulled up behind the building, officers getting out of their cars with guns drawn.




A Penny for Your Thoughts



Ten minutes later, the two who had gone in came back out. The guy with them, hands behind his back, handcuffed, looking bewildered as hell.

Unfortunately, the last thing I needed was for anyone to be asking me any questions. So I left, returning the very next day however. Debbie wasn't working, hadn't come in...taking the day off according to another waitress that worked there. I asked her what had happened the previous day. She told me they'd run the guys ID, his description etc. And found out in the process, there was a warrant out for him in another state. A warrant for suspected rape, after a positive test had come back on his DNA. Unfortunately by then, he had fled the state. I managed a big sigh of relief. And knew then, what I could do could be beneficial. Not exactly a super-power if you will, nothing quite like that. I wasn't quite ready to run around in some sort of a skintight suit with a cape or anything. But I was feeling pretty good about myself, and my ability to "flick my Bic" for the good of mankind perhaps. But then I also realized, I could use it for somewhat wicked, or possibly evil purposes too.

Decisions, decisions.

**

One thing I wasn't was a cowboy wearing a white hat. Besides, I didn't think that would go very well with a cape either by my way of thinking. Nor was I wearing a black one either. More grey really, somewhere in between perhaps. But enough so, that I did at times certainly entertain specific thoughts. Don't we all? And never anything that would ever hurt anyone, or ever force them into doing anything they didn't want, or wouldn't do under any circumstances. Still...it was fun to wonder at times. Fun to occasionally listen in on someone's thoughts, especially if I was lucky enough to catch someone, particularly someone attractive who was entertaining similar thoughts, even if it wasn't about me. It was sort of like peeking through the proverbial keyhole, watching someone else having sex. Maybe it wasn't me, but it was still exciting nevertheless.

I wasn't a perv. Not in the real sense anyway. But I had again, quite by accident discovered that one of the best places to go, if there was the hopes of picking up on someone's naughty thoughts, was to sit there close to the fashionable, somewhat risqué lingerie stores. I waited until I saw someone that looked attractive to me, someone I'd enjoy sleeping with of course, or at the very least enjoy seeing naked. Naturally, I couldn't very well walk in and actually do that, nor would I. But I had learned to go in, browse as though I was looking for something for a girlfriend, or even a wife perhaps, even wearing what appeared to be a wedding ring, for just such an occasion as this. With luck, I'd see the woman picking out a few things to try on. I'd wait until she'd selected a room, or if I was really lucky, I'd get close enough to drop one of my magic pennies in a bag or something, ensuring she'd then be taking it with her when she went inside one of the rooms to dress. Once, I'd had to resort to actually rolling a penny beneath the door, though that had worked well enough too. Once I felt that connection however, I more or less sat back. I'd even discovered that once a connection was made, I could hold onto it for a considerable distance. Walking out of the store again, taking my seat once more, and listening in on every thought or emotion the person I had chosen was thinking. There were times it made for a very enjoyable afternoon.

I knew this particular woman was special for some reason, so I'd dumped every bit of my charge into the Penny I had dropped in another shopping bag as she went by. Now I sat listening in on her thoughts, juicy ones. Really naughty juicy, dirty ones as she stood there admiring herself, thinking about all the hot naughty sex she was planning on having later on that same evening. The images now...not just thoughts any more, which I sometimes managed to pick up, though only when I had fully charged the penny, as she imagined, envisioned what she was fantasizing about, was better than any porn movie I'd ever seen! I sat there getting aroused even more than usual, though content to remain where I was, surprised when she came walking out of the store only moments later. She walked over, sitting at the far end of the bench I was sitting on, rummaging through her purchases, combining a few of them into larger bags making them easier to carry.

I looked at her thinking. "God I'd love to see you naked, actually fuck you, lick that pussy of yours, which I'm sure would be sweet tasting as hell!" She glanced up, looking right at me, the oddest expression on her face I'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She asked.

Now it was my turn to look at her weird. "Ah no, I didn't...why do you ask?" I asked.

"Oh nothing...not really, was just thinking," she said smiling to herself then, and at me too, though I'm not sure she knew why she was.

But now I was wondering. This was new. And so I thought, looking at her, actually trying to concentrate as I thought it. "You're horny, and obviously a bit of an exhibitionist," I told her directly without actually speaking, projecting it perhaps, though it was the first time I'd actually attempted doing this. I had of course gathered up that much from her own thoughts, from the brief glimpse of imagery she had shared with me. I then suggested, she might see me as a challenge, something naughty to do, to thrill herself perhaps in doing so. "Show him your tits," I thought again, still concentrating. "He'd like that, and you would too, the thrill of quickly exposing yourself to a perfect stranger, the added excitement you will have later on tonight knowing that you did. Laughing about it later with your partner, surprising him with your sudden boldness, go on...you can do it, go ahead, lift up your tee shirt, and bra...give him a peek a little flash, no harm...no foul."

I watched as she suddenly looked off to one side and then the other, and then turned towards me. She was smiling, winked, and then reached down lifting up her tee shirt and bra. I sat there with an open mouth, stunned for several reasons as this beautiful woman who was way out of my league, flashed her tits at me.

It would be two days before I could experiment again. But it gave me time to write down what I'd learned, think about it further, and plan out another worthwhile, and hopefully just as successful little experiment.

But I couldn't help smiling every time I thought about the gorgeous brunet who I'd so easily manipulated into flashing her tits at me. This was going to be interesting.

**

There was a girl I worked with at my part-time job during the evenings. We worked for a packaging and distribution company, boxing up product, and then sending it out. It was boring work at times, but it paid well. We had peaks and valleys too. Sometimes so busy you hardly had time to think. At other times, so slow that we'd very often find ourselves just standing around waiting for orders to come down. It was during those times that I'd gotten to know Gayleen, my new friend and co-worker fairly well. So well in fact, that over time she'd finally opened up, told me a little bit about herself, even a few semi-intimate details without getting really specific. We didn't exactly flirt or anything, beyond the normal almost casual flirtation that most everyone did without getting too carried away with it. 

She was fairly attractive too. Not a raging beauty mind you, but cute. She had dishwater blond hair that she wore for the most part in a ponytail. Green eyes, thick lips and a cute button nose. And though her breasts certainly weren't large by any stretch of the imagination, they looked nice enough. Her ass however was sensational, especially in a tight fitting pair of jeans. I was somewhat attracted to her, but I knew she had a boyfriend. Though I also knew, she hadn't quite yet committed to sleeping with him yet. So we had discussed some of those more personal intimate details yes. But she had also hinted at something else, once almost telling me, sharing with me whatever horrible secret it was, as she later declared it to be, thus ending the discussion, not comfortable enough in "going there" as she'd put it. Obviously, it was something she was both embarrassed about, as well as ashamed of by the way I saw it.

Gayleen then became the perfect choice here. I knew enough about her to make a few reasonable guesses and assumptions based on what she had told me. And I also had a pretty good idea how to steer things in that direction again if given the chance to do so. We had in times past actually gone out to the parking lot, sitting in either her car, or mine, and continued on with our discussion for a while longer before driving off. It depended upon how busy it had been. I preferred doing that, sitting outside with her as Gayleen for obvious reasons, tended to open up a bit more, especially if there was little or no chance of being overheard. I knew we had a particular order we'd be running tonight, a busy one. So I figured we'd not have too much of an opportunity to chat, except during our one short break. That would be when I'd hopefully direct the subject, and then with luck, continue it on with her some more later on after work. I also knew, she'd be wearing jeans, just as she always did. Jeans with copper rivets which made it a much better conduit, as they were much closer to the person wearing them. And it had been very easy for me to quickly brush one, or touch one, and let that full spark go into them. Usually it was so quick, no one ever saw the quick burst of blue-white light whenever I did that. And if they did, it happened so quickly that most everyone just thought they were seeing things, especially as no one ever reacted to it. Especially me.

The night went perfectly, according to plan. We were busy, so did very little talking. When our midway break came, Gayleen and I headed down to the break room for a cup of coffee and our usual chat. I purposely looked a bit glummer than usual however, baiting her to ask me the question. She knew that I too didn't have anyone I was seeing at the moment. But I'd decided to use that as a reason to direct things hopefully in the direction I really wanted them to go. Seeing my face, my abnormal silence as we sat down, she quite naturally asked.

"Brian? What's bothering you? Anything wrong? Anything you want to talk about?" She asked.

"Not anything I think you'd care to hear about," I began. "More like a guy thing...it's a problem I have, something I need to deal with." I said baiting the hook hopefully.

And as I'd hoped, Gayleen tried to lighten the mood a little, just as I usually did for her. "Well I hope it's not some sort of a disease thing, or anything like that, from something you picked up someplace," she said trying to tease me a little.

"I wish," I responded looking up at her trying to smile. "That would at least mean I was getting some...which I'm not obviously, but that leads into the other little problem I'm dealing with, which I'm damn sure you don't want to hear anything about."

Now she was curious. The bait in the water. The question was, would she take it?

"You in a hurry this evening?" She asked.

I tightened the line, still silent for a moment, pausing, waiting until she bit again.

"We could...we could talk, outside after work if you'd like," she now added.

"Ok, maybe," I said, setting the hook and slowly, ever so carefully...reeling her in.

After we had finished our shift, we walked outside, not quite ten o'clock yet, though dark enough that where we parked we had plenty of privacy, though we always waited for everyone else to leave before going out and getting into one of our two cars. As was usually the case, Gayleen simply followed my lead. Tonight, it would be my car. For one, it was a nice car, though an old car. A 1970 Chevy Super Sport. What I liked about it, was that even for a muscle car, it had a bench seat in the front, nothing to really get in the way of anything, making it a bit more intimate and cozier. I directed her that way, stepping around to the passenger door, opening it for her as she prepared to get in.

I reached out, just briefly touching one of the rivets on her jeans, letting the full charge go. The movement, the light coming on inside the car, coincided with the quick flash of light I'd discharged. I figured tonight, with luck...we'd have a full fifteen minutes or so to do a little bit of experimentation. But that also meant, I didn't have a whole lot of time to be wasting either!

The moment I slid in next to her, I looked at her and said. "You're sure about this, you really want to hear about what I'm dealing with, even if it weirds you out?" I could already sense her curiosity, and oddly enough...a little arousal coming from her too. There was definitely an attraction there, though not one either one of us would normally have admitted to, or acted upon.

"I'm sure," she said easily, sitting comfortably in her seat, obviously relaxed. And I could sense that she truly was, so I decided to go ahead with the rest of my plan, my experiment.

"Ok, here it is then Gayleen, and I hope I don't shock you, but the reason I broke up with the girl I was seeing? Was because she wanted to have sex, and I simply wasn't quite ready to go there yet."

She looked at me oddly. "But didn't you say inside that you..."

"Intercourse, I wasn't ready to do that yet no. But what I do enjoy, and was enjoying, in lieu of that, was masturbating in front of her, for her, while she did the same for me. I enjoyed that, and I'm pretty sure she did too. But then it wasn't good enough. Yeah sure, we'd enjoyed oral with one another on occasion as well, but I was perfectly content with just leaving it where it was...short of, well you know, actually fucking. But then she told me she was growing tired of that, wanted and needed more. So...we broke up. Needless to say, now I'm not even enjoying that much anymore. And to be perfectly candid about it Gayleen, it's just not as much fun jerking off all by yourself, with no one to share that with, after you've been doing that. In a sense, it would be like refraining from ever fucking again, once you actually had."

Her mind and her thoughts were going a thousand miles an hour. The excitement almost too much for even me to make sense of, or comprehend. I had to slow her down a bit, calm her, getting her thinking in one direction, and then see where this might lead the two of us.

I then used the one thing she had only briefly hinted at a few weeks earlier, which I felt was along the same lines, the same thing I'd just admitted and confessed to her.

"You feel the same," I directed looking at her, though acting as though I was still waiting on a response to what I'd just told her. "You enjoy masturbating, you do it all the time...sometimes you even convince yourself you do it too much, that there's something wrong with it... with you. But there isn't Gayleen, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it, and you're even thinking about it now, thinking about watching me, watching me masturbate in front of you, and then you, playing with yourself in front of me!"

I could sense her struggle at this point, wavering, her emotions mixed, jumbled, fearful even, but likewise, aroused. It was an odd sensation even for me. I could sense this mist, this fog...even see it as she sat there struggling with her thoughts. And then it slowly began to dissipate, clearing rapidly a moment later.

"I think we're sitting in the same boat Brian," she began once again shifting in her seat, but this time looking far more relaxed than she had been. "But neither one of us are going to go anywhere unless we put our oars in the water," she smiled.

I knew then I had landed my fish.

**

I looked at her, pretending I didn't know what was going on, or what she was talking about.

"You're not the only one with those same problems and worries," she managed to sigh, looking almost relieved to finally be sharing what I knew she was about to. "You know me pretty well Brian, but probably not as well as you think you do. There are things I haven't told you about myself. But...since you have, since you've shared things with me, I feel more comfortable in telling you, I am basically a pretty sexual person. It's gotten me into trouble at times because of it. Which is why I eventually decided to really slow things down with guys, until I was sure there was truly something there at least. But yeah...I do know what you mean Brian; I masturbate constantly, like three...four times a day. Maybe I'm some kind of nympho or something. I've even considered seeing someone because of my...my...addiction."

"In the first place Gayleen, masturbation isn't an addiction. It's a natural normal thing that everyone does, whether they're willing to admit to it or not. And trust me...three, four times a day isn't abnormal either. Some do it less often, some do it more. I think most do it for simple stress relief. I know I do, at the end of the day, just so I can sleep better."

Gayleen smiled at that, again the emotions and sensations I was picking up from her was soothing her anxiety. I paused, once again concentrating on her, soothing her worries and fears further, and then continued on.

"But admittedly what I do miss, is that level of excitement, that sharing excitement that you can only get with another person. That's what I miss Gayleen, more than anything. But just because I do miss it, it doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to stop jerking off either. I know I will. It just won't be nearly as much fun not having someone else to share that with."

I almost smiled. I could already hear her thoughts even before she formed them into words.

"Let me ask you something Brian. Obviously, we both feel much the same way about things. Not wanting to make the kind of commitment with someone that we're just not sure about yet. However...that being said, I...like you, also enjoy that "excitement" as you call it. Sharing things...doing things, without necessarily taking it to the next level. I guess what I'm proposing, and asking is this...how would you feel about, you and I...maybe doing that, for each other. As long as we understand the boundaries, limitations, and accept the fact, we're doing it just for those reasons?"

I was grinning from ear to ear...inside. Trying to look serious on the outside, weighing her offer, considering it. But I could sense the elation inside her own head, the sudden turn of events emotionally as now I sensed her hope...her excitement, and now...want.

"You're sure? I mean...we're talking about, hell Gayleen...getting nasty together," I quipped, "Within reason of course," I smiled. And of course she smiled. I was now picking up all kinds of wickedly erotic thoughts from her that seemed to be pouring out of her emotionally like a river jumping it's banks. But I had sensed another side of her as well. One she was finally allowing herself to feel again. She loved that "nasty" edge, that naughty, dirty sensation. It excited her, aroused her, almost beyond reason.

"Let me show you just how sure I am," she smiled almost devilishly. She reached up, and began slowly unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. I sat transfixed, my eyes glued on her as she did that, one button at a time. I could still hear her thoughts as well as she did that. 

"I'm so fucking horny Brian, you have no idea. How long I have actually fantasized, imagined seeing that cock of yours, wanting to watch you play with it, me...play with it, even sucking it...and maybe one day..."

I'd run out of time, but it mattered not. No longer able to hear her thoughts anymore, my little experiment had been a rousing success. I knew I'd want to continue it with her, learn more, do more. But now was not the time. Right now, the two of us were simply going to enjoy a bit of wickedly naughty fun together.




A Penny for Your Thoughts



**

Once Gayleen had unbuttoned her blouse, she leaned forward reaching around behind herself, unclasping her bra. It fell away, slithering down her arms like a sensual serpent. She then removed it, along with her blouse, now sitting there topless. Her breasts indeed weren't overly large by any means, but certainly more than a simple handful. One thing I loved seeing almost immediately however, was just how large her nipples were. Areolas a nice rosy-color, sitting atop each breast like a small pancake. Nipples capping each, thick...invitingly hard and erect, just begging for attention. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch one, I refrained however. That may perhaps...come in time. Right now, I knew it was best to simply follow her lead.

She again paused only briefly, allowing me this intermittent look. I ensured that the look of surprise, and then pleasure on my face had registered with her as she then reached down unbuttoning her fly, unzipping her jeans.

"Well? You going to join me, or just sit there with your tongue hanging out?"

I grinned at her, trying hard not to leer, and then unbuckled my own jeans, slipping them down around my ankles, just as she did. The two of us now sitting there looking at one another, albeit a bit awkwardly, nervously at first. My hard cock throbbing however, dancing all on its own accord as she lowered her gaze away from my face, now focusing on that more directly. She sighed, a small moan escaping her lips. One hand almost automatically coming up to capture her breast, watching her do that, wishing it was my own as she began fingering it, toying with her nipple. Her other hand now down between her legs, the tip of one finger slowly drawing itself upwards through her hairless little groove. I fisted myself, squeezing, producing a nice fat dollop of precum smearing it about the head of my dick, thus further stimulating myself in doing so.

"God you're hard!" She exclaimed suddenly, finally breaking the momentary silence that had fallen between us.

"And horny, but you look pretty hard too," I motioned, looking at her thick fat nipples as she continued playing with them, teasing each back and forth. "I take it...they're pretty sensitive then? You enjoy having them played with?" I asked, my tone of voice a bit deeper now, more husky.

"Oh yes...yes I do," she groaned back, playing with them even more noticeably now. Actually pulling on one of them, stretching it out a bit, lifting her soft firm breast in the process before letting go, and then doing it all over again. "I've always enjoyed having my tits played with...you, you can touch them if you'd like," she then informed me.

I reached over, again glad I had waited for the invitation, now fondling her neglected nipple and breast as she continued playing with the other one, still fingering her pussy, toying with her clit as she now rubbed that hard little knob with gentle teasing motions. She too was wet, very wet. Applying a bit of her own special sauce to her clit, just as I was doing to myself. We could each hear the slickness of our own juices as we sat there. Mine, a squishy slick sound as I slowly pumped my prick up and down, taking time in doing it, not yet ready to stroke it as urgently as I might.

"I love the way that sounds," she told me. "I like hearing it, feeling it...making it do that," she added.

"Feel free," I then said. "But don't feel like you have to or anything, only if you want to."

Gayleen licked her lips, and then withdrew her hand from between her legs, now reaching over. I felt the softness of her small delicate hand wrapping itself around my stiff, turgid member, once again squeezing it, producing another nice bubble of pearly liquid. She now took that, smearing it about my shaft just as I had done. She pressed, the squish sound produced, giggling as she did it, doing it again.

"God that sounds naughty."

"Yes it does, just as naughty as your pussy sounds when you were fingering yourself," I added to that.

"I like naughty."

"So do I."

"Finger me. Finger-fuck my pussy...my cunt!" She said hotly. "Go on Brian, finger my fucking cunt!"

We sat side-by-side there on the front seat of my car, not only watching one another masturbate, but masturbating each other! It was more than I had honestly hoped for or expected. But it had proven to me, that with a little concentration, patience, and a willingness to simply direct things, most of the time, people did...and would. It would be far easier now of course to continue more of this in the evenings with Gayleen, which I certainly planned on doing. But now, even as I fingered her to a nice little climax, and as I likewise sat back, enjoying the pleasure she gave me as she stroked me off, purposely drenching her cute gorgeous tits with my semen a short time later, I was already planning another test. And this one a bit more risky perhaps. A subject who I knew would be a lot harder to control, to manipulate, or get them to let their guard down more likely. Even as I sat there squirting all over Gayleen's boobs, I was already planning my next conquest.

**

Though Jerry and I had remained good friends throughout the years of course, with the passage of time he'd eventually gone on his own way. He was currently attending University out of state, and had been for almost a year now, though it had been almost two years since the last time we'd even hung out together. I still saw his mom from time to time however, always asking her how he was doing, what he was up to, things like that. I'd always considered Jerry's mom an attractive woman, though she certainly didn't dress the part. Not exactly prudish perhaps, but certainly conservative. She went to church every Sunday, but I'd been around her enough to know she wasn't overly religious either. She cursed on occasion, though always apologizing for having done so immediately afterwards. Though even her curse words were the mild ones, never once an "F" bomb, though I could say pretty much the same thing for my mother too.

But I had picked out Jerry's mom, Carol, as my next unsuspecting target.

Carol was perhaps in her late forties to early fifties even, though I had never asked. Either way, she certainly didn't look it. She had dark brown hair, shoulder length, and a reasonably nice figure, from what you could make of it. Most of the time, as I said, she dressed conservatively. I don't recall a single time when I'd seen even a hint of cleavage in anything she'd worn. And yet she had large breasts, easily a C or even a D cup. The fact I had very often hung around her, talking to her while waiting on Jerry to either finish up with some chore, or even get home from practice after school, gave us some history and background together. In many ways, she had treated me from that time on almost as though I was another child of hers. Not that I minded. Like I said, even back then I was starting to appreciate the MILF thing, even though no one had called it that yet.

Now all I had to do was come up with a good enough reason for going over there, and visiting with her for a bit. That...and do it when I knew she and I would be all alone. Jenny, my boyhood sweetheart, well sort of anyway...was still in high school and a member of the cheerleading squad. I knew from my own past experiences there, she had practice three days a week. Today was a Friday, so I knew for sure she did, if not actually a game even though I'd lost track of following any of that. Either way, I felt sure we'd be alone. As far as Jerry's dad went, that was a no brainer now either. Like a lot of people perhaps, Carol and Mike had gone through a rather messy divorce nearly three years ago now. I had to wonder, reconsidering Carol if she hadn't inadvertently contributed to that. Mike had been having an affair with a woman half his age, and once discovered, it was over with. Just like that. Jerry's dad had moved out, and they all got on with their lives as best as they knew how to. Including Carol, who'd now gone back to using her maiden name, though I honestly had no idea what that was. But that too, gave me something else I might be able to use on her as I sat there thinking about what I was going to attempt to do.

Needless to say, it would be a tough one, given I only had the fifteen, maybe twenty minutes I had to work with here. I'd not flicked my Bic for the full twenty four hours needed so to speak, and then grabbed one of my many "Magic Pennies" as I still called them out of the jar in my room, just in case. I didn't recall seeing Carol very often wearing jeans, let alone anything else that might have copper in it, so if nothing else, then the penny would have to do. I then called her, surprising her perhaps, but laid out a story about possibly going to the same university Jerry was attending, or maybe even the one I know she had gone to, graduating from UCLA as Jerry had once told me. I had in fact been working towards doing that, earning the extra money I'd need, saving up for it with the intention of enrolling in the fall. As I'd hoped, Carol was excited, anxious to see me, so I promised to come over that Friday, sit down and visit with her.

As she usually did of course, she met me at the door with a big hug and a kiss. A chaste one of course, usually on the cheek. She invited me inside for a glass of lemonade to go along with our chat of course, and then took our glasses into her informal little sitting area just off the kitchen area where she preferred entertaining. I knew for a fact that Carol didn't do a whole lot of entertaining these days, wondering how long it actually had been for her, since she'd entertained much of anything.

"So...Mrs, Ms...gee, what do I call you these days anyway?" I asked trying to sound innocent about it. Jerry told me you'd taken back your maiden name, but I'm not sure he ever told me what that was."

She laughed at that, blushing just a little. "Oh for heaven's sakes Brian, the days of you calling me Mrs. Davis, or now...Ms. Peterson, are long gone. Just call me Carol, I think we're way past formality now, don't you?" I smiled at her nodding my head.

"I'd like to think so," I assured her.

"Now, what can I help you with?" She asked curiously. And of course I then told her I was as yet undecided as to which school I might want to attend, my choices now pared down to where Jerry was going, along with UCLA, where she had herself graduated from, and one other, a bit more Midwest, though that was a long shot the more I'd been thinking about it.

"So...what was it like going to UCLA anyway?" I asked. "I've heard...it's quite the party school," I stated shyly. "Which surprises me, as to why you went there," I then added as I began setting things up. I hadn't as yet "flicked my Bic" of course, not wanting to waste any precious time here, getting the chit-chat out of the way first, setting up the direction I hoped we'd soon be taking before doing that. My Penny, already handy and available for when the time was needed. I had already noticed she wasn't wearing anything with copper in it, so the penny would have to do.

"Well believe it or not Brian, back in my college days, I was actually a bit of a party girl back then. Did some things I'm not exactly proud of now, got into a little trouble for it in fact, nearly getting expelled even. But...I soon after got my act together, changed my ways, buckled down and graduated. And stupidly...got married," she'd added taking a breath, and then looking flustered. "Not that I have any misgivings about getting pregnant, giving birth to Jerry, and later Jenny. Not that...just that, well...you know how it is," she left off saying.

"Yeah I know, and I'm sorry about that. But you Carol? A party girl? I'm having trouble seeing that," I laughed just a little. But she was already lost in thought perhaps, remembering back now.

It was time to flick my Bic. I'd been holding the penny in my hands, and now charged it. I pretended to reach into my pocket as though getting it, and then held out my hand to her. She looked at me.

"Here, open your hand." She did so. I dropped the penny into it, she looked at it, and then at me. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

Almost immediately I got a sense of embarrassment and shame even. Brief fleeting images, a drunken party perhaps, plenty of nude men and women running about, squealing, chasing one another. And then this image of Carol, a much younger Carol, the way she saw herself perhaps, remembering, though even that image tended to flicker back and forth between that one, and the way she actually looked now. She finally snickered a bit. "Oh Brian, I dare not tell you those thoughts," she stated moving about in her chair as though suddenly uncomfortable. "Like I said, I was a different woman...a different girl back then. I did things, like I said, that I shouldn't have." I sat listening, or appearing to however, now slowly worming my way into her thoughts, like a shadow in the back of your mind, whispering to her, using what I saw, what I felt, what I sensed to draw her out more and more.

"It still excites you to think about though," I told her. "Things you did, the pleasures you felt, so long ago now. How long has it really been Carol? Since you've allowed yourself to feel that way again? To experience that kind of exquisite, joyful pleasure? How long? Certainly what you did wasn't that bad now was it? Haven't you made more of it than what it actually was? When are you finally going to let go of that, quit brow-beating yourself with it?" I pressed, now seeing the struggle, sensing the emotions as memories of that time came flooding back to her.

"Oh come on Carol, it can't be that bad. Can't be any worse than some of the things I've done myself, now can it? Doesn't everyone experiment in one way or the other? Try things? Do things? Some of which we may latter regret yes, but isn't that how we learn who we are? I'm sure, knowing you...it isn't half as bad as your making it out to be."

"Oh Brian, seriously honey...you have no idea. I really did do a few things that I regret. Not all of them of course, but some. And yes, you're right, I do sometimes think about those times fondly," she stopped herself looking at me. "You...you did ask me that right?" She suddenly questioned, not at all sure now if I had asked, or if she'd just offered something she shouldn't have.

Like I said, this could get interesting, but I needed to tread carefully here, and we were still on borrowed time as well. I knew then, this might take more than one session to make any real progress with. It might be better to take it slow and easy with her as opposed to trying to force anything too quickly. Though I did decide right there and then to try and plant the suggestion, along with the determination to tell me what happened, seeing me as a friend, someone she could trust, share this long held secret with.

"Go ahead Carol, you can tell him. He'll listen, he'll understand, and he won't judge you, or think ill of you for sharing something with him, something a bit naughty, a bit dirty...about your past. It's ok, he's old enough now, far more mature than his age even. He's always liked you, admired you. Hell, you know deep down inside, he's even been a little bit attracted to you, sometimes hanging around, flirting with you in that little boy way of his he once did. He's your friend...go ahead, tell him. Tell him what you did that you think was so bad. He'll listen, he won't judge. If anything, he'll think it's way cool that you did that."

It was like watching her talking to herself, only it was listening to me, she continued to struggle a bit, weighing the consequences perhaps, and finally...finally...accepting it.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to tell you this Brian, but I think you're old enough now to hear it and not judge me for one thing. But for another, there's no one else I can possibly even image telling this. It's something I've held onto for years, struggled with. But maybe, maybe telling you...telling someone about it, will help me see it in another light."

I sat back, pleased with the progress I had made, though having less than half the time left before the Penny wore out. The penny she still held in her hand like some sort of amulet. Which in a way, it was. But maybe, just maybe...it would be enough. One more prod. "Go ahead Carol, tell him, and don't hold back. Tell him everything, spit it out, don't be afraid. He will understand."

She seemed to settle into it then, finally having made up her mind, with some encouragement from me of course, and began, relaxing in her seat after taking a sip of her lemonade. "Believe it or not Brian, I once belonged to a rather prestigious Sorority. I won't give you the name, as I don't wish to blemish them further with my own wrong doings. But needless to say, it was shortly after my...my misfortune, that I was asked to leave. Something that I have had to live with to this very day."

"Go ahead Carol, tell him. Spit it out, tell him everything, all the gory details. It won't shock him, offend him...you can do it, spill it, you'll feel better." I could feel the energy starting to weaken. The link between us not quite as strong. I relaxed it a little, buying a bit more time, something I'd recently learned how to do. Just barely holding on, no longer able to suggest anything anymore. But perhaps I had done just enough. I could still hear her thoughts, which might help me in redirecting our conversation if I had to.

"I'm not sure you'll want to hear this..."

"I do. No matter what it is you have to say or tell me. I really, really do Carol. I can see that it's something that's been bothering you for quite some time now. Listen, we're friends, just not neighbor's, and least I'd like to think of us as being that. Good friends, close friends, someone you can share a secret with, say something to, and know they won't go out and tell anyone else about it. I'll promise you this Carol, you share yours with me, and I'll tell you a secret I've never told anyone else!"

She actually smiled at that, now grinning, nodding her head. "Ok, just remember I warned you, but I'm going to hold you to your promise to tell me what your secret is afterwards," she stated.

"I promise Carol. I will."

"Still can't believe I'm actually going to tell you this, but ok...here it is Brian. Like I said, back then, I really was a bit of a party girl. Some people might even call me easy, though I'd still like to think it wasn't like that. But I did enjoy doing certain things, admittedly. And I didn't see that as being much worse than anything any of the other girls were doing back then either. So it's not like it was all that bad, even now...I still don't see it as such. Only what happened, what I got more or less trapped into doing, all because of a stupid bet. A bet I lost, and out of some sort of twisted, false pride and vanity perhaps. It was a bet I felt I had to honor and live up to."

"Which was?"

"That I had to blow every single guy in the Fraternity we were associated with, or at least those who were willing to go along with it anyway. Blindfolded mind you, so I wouldn't ever really know who I had...or hadn't. But I did Brian. And I'm ashamed to say it now, but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed every moment of it. Kneeling there naked in this little room, hands tied behind my back. One guy after another coming into the room, the sensation of a different dick perhaps, each one fucking my face." She stopped, obviously surprised with herself, her face deepening in color, even more embarrassed now, realizing she'd just dropped the "F" bomb in front of me. "Oh my god Brian! I got carried away there for a moment, I shouldn't have said that."

"What? Fuck? I happen to like the word, and not in a mean way either. I think it's sexy personally, I like hearing it, saying it...especially when I'm horny. Don't you?"




A Penny for Your Thoughts



I had a little bit left, so I used it. "You like hearing it, and saying it too Carol. It's ok, go on, say it...say it. Say fuck!"

"Funny word isn't it? Fuck I mean? It can be so cruel when used certain ways, or hurt people you care about. But yes Brian...there are times when you say it, hear it, of course...do it, when it's just...well, simply put. It's just fucking hot!"

I'd lost my connection. But it had been worth it. And now, it would be interesting to see where things would go from here.

"Yes it is Carol, so...fucking tell me, the rest of the story!" I smiled.

**

I had made her laugh hearing that, relaxing her even more, though there was still color in her cheeks. Her eyes seemed wider, more alert, her breath a bit quicker perhaps as she once again seemed to squirm in her seat. Not from being uncomfortable, but from something else. There was even a hint of moisture standing out on her forehead now as she wiped it off with her hand, now surprising me, reaching down, undoing the top button on the simple summer dress she was wearing. I honestly saw cleavage now for the very first time since I'd known her.

"Wow...whew, is it hot in here? Or is it me?" She giggled making a joke of it, but she truly was heating up a bit.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, it is sort of hot." Though it was far hotter outside of course. "Wish I could take my shirt off in fact," I said somewhat innocently.

"Go right ahead!" Carol said. "You know that doesn't bother me, seen you with your shirt off more times than I could possibly count," she said almost wistfully. "Just wish I could," she then added, surprising herself. "Even with this light summer dress on, it's almost too hot still."

"Wouldn't bother me any...if you did," I said looking directly at her. "After all, it's your house, and we're just friends sharing secrets right? I'd certainly never tell anyone."

I think she almost would have too. But it was early yet. She laughed the suggestion off, making light of it. But she did undo one more button. So there was that. And I now saw just how lovely her breasts hinted at being, purposely looking at her, letting her know that I was. She even leaned forward a little, finally continuing her story. I left my own shirt on, tempted as I was. But it was a start nevertheless.

"Now...where was I? Oh...yes. I was getting face fucked by the fraternity."

I openly laughed, causing her to do the same, but in such a short brief time, I had seen this sensual, erotic woman begin to emerge from the cocoon she had wrapped herself in, just now starting to emerge.

"Here's the thing Brian," she said suddenly getting serious again, so I did. Listening. "It's hard for me to say this, admit this...but since you asked, and since we're already there anyway, I'll finish it. Back in the day..." she said again smiling, trying to lighten things up a little as the mood had again turned somewhat somber. "I loved the feel, and yes...the taste of most men's cum. So much so, that when I found myself kneeling there like that, having one man after another spurt his cream all over me, all over my face and body...I was in heaven. What I didn't know however, is that someone with a camera had been taking pictures of me. Kneeling there, dripping cum, covered in it. Eventually someone distributed a few of the photos unbeknownst to me. One of them landed on the Deans desk. Naturally, I was called in. I was of course stunned, dumbfounded, though oddly enough, the blindfold I had on obscured my face just enough that the accusation of it, couldn't be supported. I lied Brian. I didn't confess to any of that happening. And without anyone stepping forward who'd actually been there, witnessed it, they had nothing to basically convict me of. The damage was done however, and the compromise became my resigning from the Sorority in order for the entire affair to be dropped after that, and thus keeping me from being expelled from the University."

Carol sat back in her seat now, looking suddenly younger in a strange way. It was obvious, finally sharing, and telling someone that story had relieved a major burden from her. One she'd been carrying around all these years.

"The problem is...well, was anyway Brian...it affected me greatly after that. I was never really the same person after that. I quit partying obviously...but it did something else too. The thing I'd once enjoyed, as decadent or wicked, as I know it sounded, was something I never did again. Not for anyone. Including my own husband Brian. So you see, the ending of our marriage, was just as much my fault as it was his. My refusal to do for him, give him what he wanted and needed, is my fault. I couldn't do it anymore Brian. Not for him, not for anyone. Every time I even considered it, those memories, those horrible images would come racing back. I'd get physically ill, and quite naturally, that would be the end of it."

"I'm sorry Carol, I do understand a lot better now what it was you must have gone through, but it doesn't have to stay that way. Sure...it's something you have to work through, but I'm confident you can."

She laughed nervously. "Fat chance of that happening now sweetie. I mean look at me, a middle-aged woman, no one in my life, and not very damn likely anyone will be any time soon. And on top of that, there's no assurance I'll ever be able to get through that mental block, and truly enjoy an intimate relationship with anyone ever again."

"Hey...you said fuck! It's a start!" I smiled at her. Once again making her laugh, and making her squirm in her seat just a little. 

"I need some more lemonade," she said suddenly standing. "It really is hot in here. Can I get you another?"

"Yes...thank you," I said handing her my glass. She returned a minute or two later, and I noticed as she leaned forward just a little, giving it to me, she had undone one more button on the summer dress she was wearing. One more, and she might just as well take it off. She again caught me looking, though I made it obvious that I was, actually commenting. "You really do have nice looking breasts, from what I can see of them of course," I told her now looking up into her eyes again. She was blushing just a little, but then leaned forward a bit more, this time giving me a quick brief kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you. It's been a long time since anyone's told me that. Not like I've given anyone an opportunity to do so...it's just been a very long time."

She sat down again, sipping on her drink for a moment, the two of us once again just looking at one another in silence.

"Well...so now you know my whole sordid story, my past. Are you shocked by what I told you Brian, especially knowing me all these years?"

"No, not really. I mean I'm sorry you went through what you did yes. But offended, or shocked? No. I think I've always felt that there was something about you down deep, just beneath that surface of shyness, even professed inhibitions that I never fully accepted was the real you. I still think, the real you, is that same sexy, uninhibited erotic woman just waiting to come out and play again."

Once again she laughed, this time crossing her legs, giving me the quickest, briefest glimpse up her summer dress. I saw the light yellow color of the panties she had on, though again my look was brief as she re-crossed her legs again properly. 

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were flirting with me."

"Who says I'm not Carol? Truth is...you're definitely an MILF! That's for damn sure."

"MILF? What's a MILF? Never heard that term used before. What's it mean?"

"Mother I'd like to fuck," I said simply looking directly at her. I watched her eyes grow wide upon hearing that, saw her tongue come out and absentmindedly lick her lips briefly trying to give them moisture as her mouth had obviously gone dry.

"Ah, well at least now I know what that means," she said obviously skirting the issue, trying to change the subject, though keeping things still intimate between us. "Anyway...I told you my big deep dark secret. You promised to tell me yours."

I nodded. I'd already decided what I was going to share with her. Which was a big fat lie of course. But I'd already made a pretty good assumption she'd believe it, accept it...and perhaps even, enjoy hearing it. It was a gamble for me at this point of course, I had no way of knowing what she'd think when I told her. But by now, I was reasonably certain, she was almost as aroused as I was.

"My secret has a little something to do with you. Back in the day..." I said using her terminology, seeing her smile at that when I said it. "When I'd come over here, hang around, waiting for Jerry to come home, or even when he was here. I'd sometimes sneak into your bathroom, rummage through your dirty clothes hamper, and 'borrow' a pair of your panties," I said with as much of a straight face as I could muster. "I always brought them back of course...afterwards."

I wasn't sure at first how she'd respond to hearing that. But after what she'd told me, I figured I needed to give her something that was equally obscene, though a bit more personal even.

I actually saw her smile then, and then broader a moment after that. "Well...that answers that question!" She now laughed. "You did?"

"I did. What question?"

"I always assumed..." she laughed again. "So, you're telling me...it was YOU then who was using my dirty panties to masturbate with."

"I did...and I was yes," though what she had now said suddenly dawned on me. Jerry! 

"I don't know whether to be relieved, or surprised," she giggled flatly. "All this time, I've been thinking it was my own son who was confiscating my panties, when in fact...all this time, it had really been you! I almost approached him once regarding it. But after my own experience, I thought better against doing it. I didn't want him scarred for life, or dealing with something that I later decided was perhaps a normal, natural thing that most young men probably did. Even if it was my panties he was doing it too. I am curious though..." she then added.

"About?"

"Did you...well, did you ever take any of Jenny's panties as well?"

I figured I owed Jerry one, though he'd probably never know it. I even blushed a little, cementing the effect. "A few times...yes. I did. But to be perfectly honest about it Carol, I much preferred using yours to pleasure myself with. I liked them better, and quite frankly...they made me a whole lot hornier. You tended to juice a lot," I added, gambling once again, not sure if she really did...or if what I'd just said might actually disgust her in some way.

All she did was smile again, though blushing herself now. "I do tend to do that whenever I'm really aroused. Hate to admit it, but I very often had to change panties once or twice a day."

"I know," I said winking at her. "Trust me, I know."

**

Though I had secretly hoped for a lot more to happen, things had pretty much run the full gauntlet here. Her nervousness suddenly reappearing, and with it, her inhibitions again. She fidgeted in her seat, once again changing the subject. This time, entirely.

"Well, we really got sidetracked there didn't we?" She said nervously now, back peddling. "We're supposed to be talking about the University itself, why you might want, or not want to attend there, not talking about my secret past, or yours either for that matter," she now added in that Mrs. Davis, now Ms. Peterson, tone of voice she once used around me. It was time to go. But I now knew we needed another session together, and I needed the time to recharge my ability. But I wasn't about to leave with things quite on this level again either. But I had just the reason, a very good one, for putting it back there again before I left.

"Actually Carol, I need to get going. But what I would like, is to come back, perhaps on Sunday even? Maybe we could discuss things again. I've enjoyed this, and frankly...enjoyed sharing with you, finally being able to share with you MY big naughty secret. You're right...it's sort of cleansing, finally being able to do that in a way. I always did sort of feel bad, felt guilty about stealing your panties, even though I always did bring them back." 'At least I hope I did,' I thought to myself.

"Not always," she giggled again slipping back some. "And in fact, I could now box your ears for taking one pair of my favorite panties that you never did return."

"Oh? And which ones were those?"

"My red silks. Always wondered what happened to those. That was the missing pair that almost prompted me to speak to Jerry about."

"Oh yeah...those. Sorry about that. I rather enjoyed those too. So much so, I did decide to keep them, that pair anyway. I think I sort of ruined them anyway. Wasn't sure everything would wash out, or allow them to look the way they should have after that. More than happy to buy you a new pair though!"

"Maybe...I'll just have you work it off, doing things for me around here. I could in fact, use a little help these days."

'Perfect!' I thought again. "Yeah, more than happy too. Whatever you need, whenever you need me, I'll be glad to come over and give you a hand...or whatever else I can give you," I said pointedly. I could see by the look in her eyes, she knew what I meant, though it was again time to go, leave her with that thought...and something else as I now stood. I had a massive erection!

Her eyes were almost automatically drawn to it in fact, which I was hoping they would be. I made no attempt at hiding it either.

"Oh my!" She actually said looking down at it. And then back up at me. 

"Sorry," I said. "Can't help it. Admittedly, I'm aroused. And in fact...as soon as I get home, I'm planning on doing something about it," I again shared with her, firmly planting an image in her head that I hoped she'd be thinking about. Me...laying in my bed perhaps, jacking off...thinking about her. Which I would be.

"Oh...my," she said again, blushing profusely. "Really? I mean...wow," she just said again, though I had turned now heading towards the door.

"Yeah, really," I said turning the doorknob. "And if it's ok with you...I'll be thinking about those nice looking breasts of yours," I told her quite frankly. "Amongst other things." I opened the door, stepping out.

"Brian?"

I turned facing her. Me half out, Carol just behind the open door. I watched as she suddenly lifted her summer dress. A brief shimmy, and then suddenly she stood up again. Only this time she was holding something in her hand as she glanced out the door looking this way and that, and then back towards me, holding out her hand. 

"Here," she grinned. "For old time's sake. Just make sure you bring these back...on Sunday. How'd you like to come...for dinner?" She's said, the emphasis on the one word unmistakable.

I accepted her pale yellow panties, grinning wickedly. "I'd enjoy that. And I promise, I'll bring these back to you...and clean too."

"Don't bother doing that, in fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't. I wash things differently than most people do," she said by way of reasoning. But I felt that the real truth was, she wanted to see them, after they had been used, cum in, squirted on. I had every intention of making sure she was happy with the results.

"Sunday evening then...with these," I said holding them up just a little before stashing them into the front pocket of my pants. The motion once again directing her gaze at my still hard, firm erection. She laughed.

"Be careful you don't go running into anything with that," she joked. "You could poke someone's eye out with that thing!"

The afternoon had gone better than I could have possibly imagined. I could hardly wait for Sunday evening to come around. And needless to say, I came several times in those soft pale yellow panties of hers, just thinking about all the deliciously naughty things I hoped I'd soon be doing to her. Sunday evening could come fast enough.

**

I had of course managed to recharge myself, grabbing another penny before heading out the door and running over to Carol's place. I had a bit of a nice surprise waiting for me when I did too. Meeting me at the door, wearing something I'd never seen her in before. I had seen her wearing shorts before yes, but not quite this short. Just bordering on the edge of modesty, while still being modest, especially the way she usually dressed. But the biggest surprise, was the fact she was actually wearing a tube-top, without a bra, which was clearly evident. That was something that was totally out of character for her to be wearing.

"Wow, you look nice!" I said the moment she invited me in. 

"Thank you," she preened just a bit. "It's still warm out, and since my air conditioning is still acting up, I was damned if I was going to sit around sweating to death like I have been."

"I'll see about looking into that for you," I told her, though that was an area I was totally unfamiliar with.

"No need," she told me. "I've already put in a repair call to have someone come out and have a look at it next Tuesday. Sweet of you to offer though," she said now hugging me, and again kissing me chastely on the cheek. The thing was, I could feel the press of her now braless breasts against my own chest as she did that, and even think she had done so purposely, lingering like that for a moment more.

"Oh...and I brought these back," I said pulling out her very much used, cum in panties out of my pocket, handing them to her. She grinned, taking them. 

"Go ahead, have a seat, I'll ah...just put these upstairs in my hamper," she informed me.

I grinned at her, even winking as she smiled back and then headed upstairs. I wondered if she'd spend some time inspecting them, hoping she would. Once again, the mood now being set, hopefully saving us both a little time, though I would wait until the moment was perfect again before actually flicking my Bic again either.

I believe she was gone a bit longer than was necessary, but sat patiently waiting for her return. She returned with a smile on her face, stammering a bit in fact, as I purposely teased her about my return of her very soiled panties.

"So...get a chance to see how much I managed to squirt into them for you?" I asked not even hesitating.

This time she blushed crimson. "Yes, yes you did didn't you?" She actually asked. "So...what was it you were thinking about anyway?" She asked, though turning her back towards me having asked me that, stirring something on the stove.

"You want the honest to god's truth?" I asked prompting her to commit herself here. "It's pretty naughty."

I heard her chuckle, though she continued stirring the pot. "Just giving them to you so you could do that, was pretty naughty," she said. "But yes...of course, be honest with me. I'm rather enjoying that. It's, well...it's refreshing for a change, don't you think?" She now turned looking over at me, and as she did, I could see each one of her nipples poking against the material of her tube-top. They were nice and hard, stretching the material erotically.

"I imagined doing something to you, that I rather enjoy doing to be honest about it, though I haven't done so in quite some time now."

"Oh?" She said looking at me as she asked, but then turning around again, waiting for the answer. I knew she couldn't hear it while looking at me. Not yet anyway.

"Well, there were actually two things I thought about...mostly," I added. "One...since I got a little peek at your tits," I said emphasizing that word, deciding to use a more sexy word besides breasts, or boobs...hoping it would further the cause, "I imagined fucking them, you know...titty-fucking you, sliding my cock in between them while you held them together for me so I could."

She dropped the spoon in the pan, though quickly grabbing it, stirring again, a bit more quickly this time. "Ah huh...and, and what else?" she asked, her breathing telling me in an instant that the thought of that had excited her.




A Penny for Your Thoughts



"Well, the other one. Something I have always fantasized about of course, but never done, never felt...was having you actually masturbating me with your panties, similar to those red ones I stole from you. I've always imagined that, more times that I can even count. What that would actually feel like, look like, only having you doing it, and not myself."

She kept stirring the pot, rapidly now. I stood, quietly, flicking my Bic. I approached her and then ever so gently, slipped the penny into her pants pocket behind, though my next move was designed to do more than that. A lot more. Even as I felt the connection between us, the turmoil in her mind, the confused sense of lust, depravity, want and need. The images I now saw as though they were actually happening. My cock, (though it was an imagined appearance of one anyway...not quite my own) that I now saw inside her mind. Sliding it up and down between her bare breasts, which I did think now, probably were hers. Most likely exactly the way they looked. And then the image of her sitting next to me, naked on her bed. A pair of her panties in hand as she sat there stroking my cock with them. I kissed her on the back of the neck. And as I did, I concentrated, telling her in an instant that more than anything...more important than dinner, or anything else for that matter, that's exactly what she wanted to do to me.

"He'd be coming in your panties Carol, he wouldn't actually be squirting on you now would he? Only in your panties. But you could see it, feel it when he did...when he does. You would enjoy that wouldn't you? It would be safe, it would be simple...easy, and yes naughty, naughty fun."

She quit stirring the pot, reached over, turning off the stove, and then turning. Her breasts once again mashing against my chest, as this time she kissed me back, fully on the lips, her mouth hard pressed against my own.

"Come on...dinner can wait. There's something I'd enjoy doing for you," she told me.

Taking my hand, Carol then led me down the hallway towards her bedroom. I could quite clearly hear her thoughts of course, even more so, holding her hand. The images sharp, crystal clear.

"Am I really going to do this?" She was asking herself. "What if..."

"Yes, you are. There are no what if's here Carol. You know you want to do this, something you've been craving to do now for years. You know you have to, need to...want to. You know this could be the way, the only way...after all these years holding back. You must do it Carol, you will do it in fact. Nothing else matters."

The moment she stepped inside her bedroom she released my hand, turning looking at me. She reached down and in one smooth complete motion, pulled the tube top she'd been wearing up and over her head. Her magnificent breasts spilling out as she did so.

"Take off your clothes honey. I'm going to jerk you off, with my panties. And after dinner...you're going to tit-fuck me too!"

I didn't bother telling her that dinner would be late. Very, very late.

**

I quickly stripped off my clothes, watching her as she stood there watching me. Not yet removing her own shorts, though she had in fact unbuttoned, and unzipped them. I teased her just a bit, purposely, removing my jeans, though not my briefs, letting her see the fairly impressive bulge pressing against the front of them.

"Everything," she moaned hotly now, finally slipping her own shorts down her legs, kicking them the rest of the way off with one foot, now standing there wearing...a red pair of what looked like silk panties. "Look familiar?"

"Very," I grinned, though I'd never seen the likes of them before obviously.

"I went out and got them, yesterday, after you left. Though I'll be honest with you Brian, I never thought I'd actually be doing this. I did entertain the thought of perhaps handing them to you again, like the other ones. But after thinking about it, I decided, this would be a lot more fun. A hell of a lot more fun in fact."

My cock sprang up hard and full as I now discarded my briefs, likewise kicking them off to the side, allowing my prick to stand, throbbing, even bouncing a bit as she stood there feasting on it.

"How would you a...like it," she said having trouble breathing. "A little wet? Or a lot?"

"What do you think?" I actually did leer at her. She leered back at me, now pressing her fingers deeply into her cleft, no doubt forcing the crotch of her panties deeply into her wet succulent slit, bathing them in the juices I now knew were flowing, sensing it in her mind, just as she was, as they did. And I was learning something here too. Something new, something I hadn't quite yet experienced in quite this way before. In addition to my own excitement and pleasure, I was now feeling hers! I could almost feel the way she was touching her pussy, as though I myself had one! I don't think I'd ever been this aroused, this intensity was bordering on madness!

I walked over, holding her in my arms, my hands coming up to surround her magnificent breasts, kissing her deeply, passionately, as she kissed me back. Her hand suddenly clasping my rigid prick as we stood there. She then pulled me, tumbling back onto the bed, like a banshee gone wild, she stripped off her red silk panties, now holding them in her hand, wrapping them around my cock, beginning to stroke it with them.

"Oh god!" I wailed uncontrollably, the sensation of that silky softness, the addition of her own wet juicy lubrications, still warm as she slithered the material up and down my throbbing member.

"Yes! Yes!" She cried out in response to that, "Oh baby...feel it, feel my naughty, dirty girl cream caressing this gorgeous hard dick of yours! Do you like it baby? Do you like how naughty I am, jerking you off with my own panties? Did you like jerking yourself off yesterday with my other ones? The one's you brought back, all filled up and crusty with your dried spunk? Did you know...I, I actually tasted it baby. I did...I really did. I sniffed, and licked that dried up crusty spunk of yours sticking to the crotch of my old yucky, dirty panties. Can you believe that? I did...I actually did. And it made me so....fucking...hot!"

The connection we now shared, the images I was seeing in her mind were almost violent, abstract and bizarre. But I was loving every minute of it. I could see in her mind, fountains...geysers, even waterfalls if you will of white spurting spunk covering her from head to toe. Such were her thoughts, weird and crazy as they were.

"Jerk me baby! Jerk me. Work my cock honey, that's it...pump it, make it squirt, make it fill your delicious red panties. See me cum in them babe...cream them for you, and then...and then...I want to masturbate you with your own cum-filled panties!"

Carol went nuts on me. No other way to describe it. Only she did me one better than that. With my prick still surrounded with her red panties, she sat on top of me, and then to my utter amazement and surprise, she suddenly shoved me inside her, panties and all! I was now fucking her, with her panties still surrounding my prick, the sensation of that beyond anything I'd ever imagined or felt before as Carol suddenly screamed, crying out in absolute delight as I too let go. Spurt after delicious spurt filling up both cunt and panties together. And as I did...as we did. I felt her orgasm as though it were my own, adding tremors of explicit, unbridled delight, which magnified, intensified my own normally sensational climaxes.

I actually passed out. 

**

I wasn't out of it very long, even coming around before Carol had. Though sadly, the connection between us once again severed, as time had run out. I was almost grateful that it had. The intensity of sharing her orgasm, while experiencing my own, almost too intense!

Carol had fallen off to the side, the obscene visual now before me, her spunk filled panties still somehow captured within her cunt. Portions of them protruding, her cream and mine still dripping out of her onto the sheets. I slid up next to her, closer, my mouth gently surrounding her still hard extended nipple, sweetly sucking it as my hand likewise caressed and softly played with the other one. She murmured, coming around then, her eyes suddenly opening.

"Holy fucking shit!" She exclaimed. "Never in my wildest imagination have I ever...and I mean ever! Had an orgasm like that one!"

"I know what you mean baby, seriously. I know just what you mean!"

Only then did she realize that her panties were still stuck up inside her cunt, as she reached down, half embarrassed in order to remove them. I stayed her hand. "No...let me, please," I grinned, and then moved down her body, kissing and licking her every step of the way as I did so. Once between her legs, pushing her more fully onto her back, spreading them. I then captured her creamy cunt-cock filled panties between my teeth, and teasingly began pulling them out of her. Once I had, I moved back up, and began a long slow teasing dance on her with my tongue.

"You know...he never, he never did this to me either..." she sighed, almost crying as she felt what I was doing to her.

"You don't have to think about that anymore," I told her. "Now relax, enjoy this Carol. I'm going to eat, lick and suck this sweet tasting pussy of yours, until you climax again. Maybe twice even. But for now, just enjoy, don't worry about me, or about anything. Just enjoy the pleasure I'm about to give you. That's all that matters at the moment...ok?"

"Ok," she sighed almost dreamily, as my tongue began to lap her into happy land.

I made her come four times until she finally pushed me away from between her legs, exhausted, spent...emotionally drained. But contentedly happy, perhaps for the first time in years.

We lay together like that quietly for the better part of an hour, recuperating, relishing in the intimate closeness as we simply held onto one another. After a time, she finally spoke, still sounding dreamily, almost out of breath.

"Brian?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to do something for me."

"Name it."

"Think you...think you can come again?" I laughed.

"Yeah, pretty sure I can...why?"

She hesitated only for a moment. I wish then I was able to hear her thoughts, but she spoke them for me seconds after that. "Because...I want you to come on me Brian. I want you to stand over me, and come...all over me, everywhere, as much as you can, for as long as you can. Will you...can you, do that for me?"

"You're sure?"

This time, she didn't hesitate even for a second.

"I'm more sure than I've ever been about anything. Please Brian, please...come on me, all over me...everywhere, for as long as you possibly can."

"What about...dinner?" I teased, now standing up on her bed, looking down at her. My cock already swollen, stiff and hard. She looked up at it, and then at me...grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Fuck dinner!"

**

Maybe it wasn't as much as I would have liked, but I'd already spent an enormous load in her pussy-panties earlier. Still, it wasn't half bad, the pure eroticism and excitement of doing that for her, producing enough, that I managed to give her several good squirts, starting with her hair, face, chin and breasts, petering out before going elsewhere, though I dribbled out, and shook out as much as I could onto her belly. We then spent some time together rubbing it all into her skin until it was completely absorbed. Only then did we go down stairs...still naked, and warmed up the now cold soup she'd been making for us.

"It's...ah, been a while, since I've...well, you know, been with anyone Brian. Especially someone young, and so...recuperative?" She asked as though questioning. I laughed, finishing my soup, and then stood, taking my empty bowl to the kitchen sink washing it out for her, and then turning. She gasped upon seeing my rock hard cock again.

"You were saying?"

"Think you can..."

"Where would you like it this time?" I asked grinning at her.

She opened her mouth, pointing inside. I didn't ask her if she was sure this time. I knew that she was. I walked over where she sat, and began fucking her face, which is exactly what I knew earlier, was what she really wanted.

**

Later that evening as I sat at home making entries in my journal, I had discovered a few new things, which seemed to be an ongoing factor. There was still plenty of new things to learn about whatever this "thing" was inside me. Having been connected while actually having sex with someone, had taught me something. The intensity of that experience almost more than I could mentally handle myself. I truly had in a very unique way, experienced, sensed...and felt the orgasmic bliss that Carol had been feeling, on top of my own. I smiled inwardly, looking forward to further study on that one. Including Gayleen now as soon as I could in order to have two separate women, two differing thought processes and emotions to experiment with. I was curious if I would indeed experience the same thing with her now. And now had every intention of pursuing an even deeper relationship with her, as soon as I could. I planned of course on continuing things with Carol too. She meant even more to me in a way perhaps, because of our years of knowing one another for one thing. But now, knowing what she'd gone through, and how far she had come in so short a period of time, regaining a bit of her old self in the process.

I'm sure Jerry would have killed me, if he were to ever learn that his mother was indeed now a true MILF, and that I had in fact fucked her. But then again, I figured in a way...he now owed me one!

I soon slipped into bed, exhausting quickly claiming me, though already looking forward to the following night at work. The last time Gayleen and I had been together, she had hinted at the fact that maybe it wasn't all that safe, doing what we were doing in the parking lot after work. Her suggestion had been, that perhaps next time...we just go over to her place.

I didn't come out and say it of course, and once I had bonded with her again, I knew I'd know anyway. But I was pretty sure, we would soon be graduating from mutual masturbation, into a whole lot more.

I was looking forward to finding out, what it felt like when she came. It would be interesting in comparing the two.

I fell asleep with the sounds of the growing wind outside my window. The distant rumbling of thunder. Weather reports had indicated we were in for some fairly severe storms over the next few days. Frankly, I was looking forward to it. Lightning after all, truly fascinated me, and for good reason.

**

It was indeed a blustery day with plenty of high winds and rain when I got up the following morning. And as was usually the case, with the electricity in the air from the storm, I could feel it to some extent, this little trickle of what felt like a small tiny current coursing through me. I'd grown accustomed to that over the course of the years. And try as I might, even when I did, it didn't change the duration of my little spark. Neither did it add to it, or take away from it. It remained the same, even during an electrical storm. The only sensation I ever did feel, was that little tiny bit of current juicing through me that didn't seem to do anything else beyond that. I'd even gotten to the point where I hardly noticed it anymore, unless I actually thought about it, like I was doing now.

By the time I was ready to leave for work, it was really coming down. By the time I got to work, there was a thunder cell right over the top of us, or so it seemed anyway. Enormous flashes of lightning, followed by almost immediate claps and reverberating rumbles of thunder. I pulled the hood of my rain jacket up over my head, opened the car door preparing to run inside to the building and get out of the rain.

There's an interesting saying. Something about lightning never striking twice?

Well guess what. It did.