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Expect the Unexpected

By: petitemom



A few months passed after my experience in the men’s locker room at the “Y” and to my relief, my husband Ben had heard nothing about it I changed jobs shortly after and was now working as a circulation clerk at our local public library. Surrounded by women and in a very family-oriented and non-sexual environment, I figured my days of romantic adventure were over.

But I have since learned to always expect the unexpected.

When summer arrived and school let out, Ben took a week’s vacation and took our two children camping. I, on the other hand, made the two hour drive to visit my sister Paula and her family. A week of glorious nothing – sitting in the sun, sipping cold drinks, reading trashy novels and visiting with one of my favourite people in the whole world.

Paula is two years older than me and has always been my confidante and my role model. She was the one who explained the facts of life to me and instructed me in the fine art of hand jobs and blow jobs when high school boyfriends were pressuring me to go all the way. 

She married Garrett shortly after high school and had three kids by the time she was 24. Now at the ripe old age of 40, two of her kids were in college and her youngest, Amy was 17 and about to start her senior year at high school.

Amy wasn’t around much, she and her boyfriend Chad were enjoying summer to the fullest, water skiing at a nearby lake and partying with their friends.

So it was pretty much just Paula and I during the day, with Garrett hanging out with us some evenings. 

On the third morning after I arrived Paula let me sleep late. When I finally rolled out of bed to enjoy my morning coffee, Garrett was long gone to work and Paula had left me a note saying that she and Amy had gone shopping and she would be home by noon.

I lounged around in my pyjamas for most of the morning then finally decided that it was time to shower and dress. I stripped down in front of the mirror in the bathroom and was checking the tan that I had been working on for the last few days. Paula and I had been laying around in bikinis that we would never dare wear in public. She has put on a few pounds over the years but still looks pretty good for her age. I’m proud to say that I weigh the same as I did on my wedding day. I’m not quite as firm as I was then but all things considered I agree with my husband’s assessment that I am a “damn fine looking 38 year old”.

My smallish breasts – 34B – were a source of embarrassment when I was younger. I always envied Paula her full bust and the way she filled out her sweaters. But now it was she who envied me because less boob meant less sag.

My tan was beginning to show against the white of my breasts and small triangle of pale skin that surrounded my pubic hair. I keep my pussy neatly trimmed, particularly during summer swimsuit season and because Ben is more likely to spend time down there when it’s easier to get at.

I ran my fingers through the light covering of hair that was only a shade darker than the blonde hair on my head. The lips of my pussy were clearly visible and I let my hand drift between my legs and I gently massaged my moist slit.

I’m not sure if I actually heard something or if I just sensed it, but I had the sudden feeling that I was not alone. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, open about a foot, so I walked over, still naked, and positioning myself behind it peered out into the hallway.

I saw the back of Amy’s boyfriend Chad as he hurried away down the hallway.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I figured that he had probably seen me and I felt a combinations of emotions. I was embarrassed for starters, especially considering that he had not only seen me naked but pleasuring myself in front of a mirror. But I was embarrassed for him too, because he probably realized that I seen him watching me and I guessed that he was worried about what I would say to him or to Amy.

I closed and locked the bathroom door and proceeded with my shower. I was still a little turned on by what I had started a few minutes earlier and, I think, by the fact that a young man had been watching me. I finished off my shower by spending a little quality time with business end of the detachable shower head. I didn’t quite come – I seem to need Ben’s hard cock to accomplish that – but I certainly enjoyed myself. As I slipped on my bra and panties then shorts and a t-shirt I revelled in that slightly horny feeling that I knew would stay with me throughout the day. 

Suddenly I really missed Ben.

I hadn’t forgotten about Chad, though, and I was trying to decide what I should say to him – if he ever showed his face again. I walked down the hall to Amy’s room to put back the hair dryer I had borrowed before my shower and, assuming that Chad had fled in his embarrassment earlier, I figured I was once again alone in the house, so I didn’t bother knocking. 

Chad was sitting on Amy’s bed, his back to the door so he didn’t notice me at first. It was pretty obvious to me, though, what he was doing. Although I couldn’t see his equipment, I knew from the motion of his arms that he was masturbating.

“Oh my God!” I said, louder than I meant to.

Chad swung his head around to see me and in the same motion threw himself on the floor behind the bed, his eyes wide with terror. 

I could feel the heat as my embarrassment crept up my neck to my face and I could see the same reaction in his face. My first impulse was to turn and run as Chad had done earlier but I knew that something had to be said and it was clear that I was going to have to be the one to initiate the conversation.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I said with a smile. “People are going to talk.”

“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Sinclair. Oh God. I am so embarrassed,” he said.

“Chad, don’t worry about it. It’ll be our little secret. I promise.”

“Oh man! Amy is going to kill me if she finds out.”

“Chad, I just told you it’s our secret and I meant it. You saw me doing pretty much the same thing in the bathroom – I’ve got just as much at stake in keeping this quiet as you do.”

Then it suddenly dawned on me that Chad might have been masturbating because he saw me. That thought gave me a little guilty pleasure.

“I can’t believe this happening to me,” he said. His eyes were closed and he was shaking his head back and forth, still kneeling behind the protective cover of Amy’s bed.

“For God’s sake, Chad,” I said, “get a grip on yourself.”

He opened his eyes and then and a smirk crossed his face.

“That’s pretty much what caused the whole problem in the first place,” he said.

I burst out laughing and after a few seconds, so did Chad.

I walked over and sat on the end of the bed. Chad was still huddled on the floor. He hadn’t made any attempt yet to put himself back together, so to speak, and I wondered if his erection had subsided yet.

“I meant what I said, Chad,” I said softly. “I know how embarrassing this must be for you, but it’s perfectly natural to masturbate. Hell, I’m a 38 year old woman and I still do it.”

“I know. I mean I had no idea until I . . . you know, saw you,” he said. “And I wasn’t trying to spy on you, honest, I just happened to walk by and the door was open and you were . . . there, you know and . . . “

“It’s not your fault,” I said. “I’m not blaming you, I’m not angry with you, I’m not . . . anything. I’m not even embarrassed anymore. I should probably go now and let you, uh, finish what you started.”

“After what just happened I’m never going to do this again,” he said. “I swear!”

I smiled at him.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Eighteen.”

“Believe me you’ll do it again. Lots and lots. Have you and Amy ever . . . I mean, this is probably none of my business, but are you two, you know, uh, sexually active?”

“No.”

“You’re both still virgins?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well that’s probably a good thing, I mean you’re both still pretty young, although I’m guessing you wish you were, you know, active.” I said.

“So Chad, since we’ve come to know each other so, uh, intimately already this morning, can I ask you another personal question?” 

I could feel my heart racing, as I pursued this line of questioning. My pussy, which had still been a little damp from the shower, was positively dripping now and I wondered how long before my panties were soaked through and it started to show through my shorts.

“Sure, go ahead and ask,” Chad said. He was still crouched in the same position, but his manner seemed a little more at ease.

“Have you have ever had someone else, a girl I mean, touch you the way you were just touching yourself?”

“No,” he said.

“Are you still hard? I mean is it still, um, erect?” I took the liberty of leaning forward to take a look. Chad leaned back on his haunches revealing his semi-hard cock. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles and in the few seconds that his penis was exposed to my view it quickly re-attained it’s status as a raging hard-on.

“May I touch it?” I asked.

“Um, sure, I guess so,” he said.

“Stand up.” He did.

“You might as well take those right off,” I said, nodding towards his pants. He did that too.

“What the hell,” I said, “take off your shirt, too. I might as well get a look at the whole package while we’re at it.” As he did that, I walked moved over to his side of the bed and sat facing this totally naked young man. It was deju vu all over again, bringing back fond memories of my locker room adventure.

Chad was thin but not skinny. He wasn’t muscular, but he had what I would call an athletic build, and his muscles were well defined. His tan was much better developed than mine, evidenced by the sharp contrast between his brown, flat stomach and the stark white where his swim suit usually resided.

He was blond and although his chest was hairless, there was a thin trail of almost white-blond hair that led from his navel down to a fairly thick patch of curly hair that surrounded his cock.

His balls which were smallish and tight in his scrotum had a light downy covering of hair on them.

But it was his cock that commanded my attention. Like Derek’s, at the YMCA, he was average in length and girth, but extremely hard. Chad was circumcised and the head was flared and the pinkish color of roses.

His cock pulsed, less than a foot in front of me and precum oozed from the tip.

I gently reached forward and used my thumb to spread the viscous fluid over the tip and around the head of this magnificent piece of manhood until it glistened in the sunlight that shone through the window.

Chad took a breath and held it as my hand made contact with the heat of his straining cock. I moistened my thumb again with the precum that continued to flow, and gripping it with my right hand, I ran my lubricated thumb along the underside down to the base of his cock and back up again.

I looked up at his face and smiled.

“How does that feel?” I asked, already knowing the answer from the expression on his face.

“Fucking incredible,” he said.

“Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty,” I said, jokingly. “Tell me what you want me to do with this hard, throbbing cock of yours, Chad.”

“Oh God, touch it again. Stroke it for me, please Mrs. Sinclair.”

“Call me Deb, Chad. Mrs. Sinclair makes me feel so old.”

“You’re not old Mrs. . . . uh, Deb,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot! I love your tits and your blonde pussy and . . .”

His voice trailed off as he began to lose himself in the sensations of my hand lightly stroking his young cock. I have long since learned that the secret to a memorable handjob, or blowjob for that matter, is to take your time, vary the pressure and slowly let the pressure build.

“Would like to see them again?” I asked. “My ‘tits’, I mean.”

“Y-y-yes, please,” he stammered.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and reached behind my back to undo my bra. Slowly I let it slide down off my small, white breasts. My nipples were hard, almost aching. Using some of Chad’s ample supply of precum, I coated each nipple with his warm, sticky fluid until they too, glistened in the sunlight. 

I returned my attention to his pulsating cock, painfully aware that not only was I unprepared to let anyone but Ben fuck my dripping pussy, but Chad probably wouldn’t last long enough for me to take my shorts and panties off.

His breath was coming faster and I sensed his impending orgasm. Like I did with Derek at the ‘Y’, I took the head of Chad’s cock in my mouth and sucked off the coating of precum. 

I no sooner pulled my mouth off than he erupted. 

The first shot was a long thick string of white, cum that laid itself out across my cheek, forehead and the top of my head.

The next two shots were just as white and thick as the first and I leaned back and watched as one hit me square in the center of my chest and the next across my left breast and nipple.

And he kept on cumming. I caught as much as I could in my hands. There was a little less with each subsequent squirt and before long it was just running down his cock which continued to tremble and pulse.

I leaned forward slightly and ran my tongue up the underside of that beautiful, hard young prick and lapped up the cum. Then I looked up at Chad as I licked my fingers clean and he looked down at me in humble adoration.

More than anything I wanted to rip off my shorts and teach him the wonders of giving a woman oral pleasure, but a rustle just outside of Amy’s still-open door caught my attention. 

Holding my t-shirt in front of my cum covered breasts, I ran to the door and looked down the hallway to see the back of Paula’s husband Garrett as he hurried around the corner.

I looked at Chad in horror.

“Oh shit!” was all I could say.

Expect The Unexpected



Mike had meet Karen through the Internet. The chatted on and off for about six months, sharing erotic stories that each had written. Sometimes having cybersex while he was at work and she was at home. They had finally gotten together for drinks at a local pub and made arrangements to meet at a hotel the following Friday. Mike explained that he had a surprise for her, but wouldn't say anything else. She arrived at the hotel and checked into the room that was reserved for them. In the room she opened the bottle of wine she had brought, pouring a glass she sipped it slowly, wondering what the surprise was.

During their chats Mike figured it was a huge fantasy of hers to see two men going at it, although never having done it, the thought intrigued him. She had also made reference to the fact that if the situation was correct she would like to try another woman. He had been a member of a bisexual website for just a few weeks, that's where he found Kim. He made arrangements to pick her up after work and bring her along.

Mike picked up Kim at her house, he rang the bell and she opened the door . She was beautiful standing at 5'11 in heels, 36C-32-34 she was wearing a pull over top and a short plaid skirt. 4 " inch heels made her ass stick up high in the air. Island decent, she had a golden tan, even for this early in the year. This was only the third time they had meet in person, the other two were at a coffee shop where they spent time getting to know each other. Mike leaned over and gave Kim a kiss on her cheek. The mild spring temperature made her nipples poke out from the thin fabric, she had obviously decided against the bra. They walked towards Mikes truck, excitement raced through his body, knowing that the step up into the truck would force Kim to flash him briefly. 

It was a short drive to the hotel, they parked and walked through the lobby, right to the elevator. Karen had sent the room number to Mike's phone. In the elevator, Mike stared into Kim's eyes, and kissed her deeply, his passion beginning to boil over. He could feel the bulge growing in his pants. The elevator stopped and they went straight to the room. 

Karen heard the knock on the door, she looked through the peep hole and saw Mike, but to her amusement she also saw another woman with him. She wondered if she really could go through this, butterflies flew in her belly as she opened the door.

Mike kissed Karen as he was the first to enter. He introduced Karen to Kim and the kissed each other on the cheek. Karen poured two more glasses of wine. Mike placed the overnight bag on the floor, opened it and removed a purple vibrator and placed it on a stand next to a chair, where Karen, sat facing the bed. Taking his wine he sat on the bed. Kim sat in a chair opposite Karen. Karen wasn't sure if it was the wine or maybe it was the way Kim acted, but she became very comfortable with the situation that was developing. 

Mike motioned for Kim to join him on the bed, they began to kiss and caress each other. Mike slowly removed Kim's blouse , exposing her breast to Karen. Karen could feel her panties beginning to get wet, her arousal swelling. Mike motioned for her to sit and watch. Kim removed Mikes shirt, and began kissing his chest, licking his nipples as she slowly worked her way to his belt line. Unbuttoning his jeans, she slid his pants down and off, Mikes cock sprang to action. Kim came back up and kissed Mike, slowly allowing him to suck each breast into his mouth. She could feel her juices start to flow.

Mike laid down with his feet facing Karen, Kim kneeled next to him, so Karen could have a good view. Mike ran his hand down Kim's back and over her ass, massaging and rubbing it, slowly sliding his hand under her skirt. Kim began to lick Mike's shaft, cupping his balls, she slide the head of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue over his head. 

Karen could feel herself getting wetter, watching a live porno show. removing her blouse, she exposed her small but firm breasts, now swollen with excitement, she unbutton her jeans and slid them off, reaching down she could feel her soaking wet panties, removing them she grab the vibrator, turning it on she began to rub it on her clit. Slowly she rubbed the vibrator over her pussy lips, lubricating the tool, preparing it for penetration. She inserted the purple monster slowly into her cunt, taking it all the way so that the clit stimulator can rotate around her clit, she did this but never took her eyes off Kim's mouth going up and down mikes cock. Suddenly she shuddered with an orgasm that seemed like it would never stop, she began pumping the toy in and out of her pussy, matching the speed at which Kim sucked Mikes cock. Slowly the orgasm subsided, she removed the vibrator, and came over to the bed, holding the toy in front of Kim's lips, Kim suck the toy deep into her mouth tasting Karen's juices. Karen leaned over and gave Kim a kiss on her lips, tasting her own juices.

Karen then kneeled down and began to lick Mike's cock.. Kim went behind Karen massaging her ass cheeks, she slowly lowered a hand to Karen's swollen pussy. Karen tensed up at first, but then relaxed, she could not believe this was happening. Kim laid on the bed, putting her head under Karen, moving her mouth to Karen's swollen clit. Karen continues to suck Mike's cock, taking it deep, stroking his balls, urging him to cum in her mouth.

Mike reached up and began to stroke Kim's leg, slowly running his hand higher and higher on her thigh. Moving the fabric of Kim's skirt, he revealed a penis, about 7 inches long. Karen slightly confused stopped sucking Mikes cock. Watching Mike's hand rub Kim's shaft up and down. Kim was fully erect now, slid her hips towards Mike's mouth. Mike licked the tip of Kim's cock slowly taking him into his mouth. Taking him in slowly, inch by inch, retreating to catch his breathe, and going back down. Karen watch as Mike sucked on Kim's cock, suddenly between watching Mike suck a Kim's dick and from Kim's tongue on her clit she had her second orgasm, much more intense than the first one. Needing to scream she shoved Mike's cock deep into her mouth, running her tongue along the shaft while it was buried deep into her mouth, Mike could not hold back any more and exploded in her mouth, swallowing as much as possible, Karen continued to suck. Mike could feel Kim's cock pulsate and wanted to taste her cum for the first time, he moved his mouth up the shaft, and began to stroke her with his hand, she exploded deep into his mouth, he gag slightly, but manage to catch most of it.

Karen climbed off of Kim and kissed her deeply, sharing what was left of Mike's cum from around her mouth with Kim. They both climb up to Mike and kissed him, both wanting to share Kim's cum which was still trickling down Mike's cheek.



Expect the Unexpected



A Hard Week at Work - Expect the Unexpected 

A Story of Unexpected Events for Christina

Christina had been busy with her new job all week. Things were really turning around for her. She couldn't believe how her new lover had helped her find such a great job. As such, Christina had promised Doc she would take off early on Friday, so they could celebrate her successful week. One of the perks of this new job was the company normally closed right after lunchtime every Friday. 

In spite of her successful week, she felt a bit guilty for her lack of time to give to Doc. However, Doc had been extremely understanding of the situation. Christina thought back to when Doc told her that she would soon discover that he was the most caring, most giving and most understanding person she would ever meet. Now tonight, she was going to give Doc all the attention she could, especially the more erotic attentions they both loved. Thinking of such was now making her horny. 

The memory and current circumstances brought a warm inner feeling of contentment. With a new smile spreading across her face, she began to try to wrap up her day so she could go home and get ready for their night out, and then their night "IN". Just as the last piece of paperwork had been sorted, she gave one last glance around her desk, began to push back away from the desk.... the phone rang!

Christina answered her line. DAMN! It was her new boss. Their biggest client from Chicago, the one who was scheduled to be here on Monday afternoon for a major presentation, well he was in town NOW! And he was expecting a major presentation this evening as his return flight was tomorrow morning. Now Christina had to stay over to help finish the presentation preparation. With her boss on the phone, Christina hurriedly pulled the client folder from her desk-filing drawer. They went over the remaining points of the presentation, and what else had to be done.

After hanging up the phone, Christina thought of her plans with Doc. Her mind started to whirl trying to work things through in her head.

"OK, three last major points on the presentation, copies to be bound, arrange for refreshments, then there's the light dinner to be delivered and make sure everyone else does their job. WHEW! It's 2:00pm and the boss wants to meet at 3:00pm for a walk through of the presentation. I can do this! But I better call Doc and let him know we may have to delay our plans by a few hours." 

Christina mentally went through a checklist of things to do, in what order, and pull together everything she might possibly need her boss' presentation - and then as she remembered what Doc had told her, expect the unexpected and plan for it. Christina smiled and jotted down some notes for those "just in case" unexpected questions the client may ask, knowing this would impress her new boss. Now the toughest past of all was staring her right in the face. She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and reluctantly dialed Doc's cell phone.

"Hey sweetie, something has come up. We may need to delay our weekend by a few hours. Our biggest client from Chicago is in town today instead of Monday and he insists on having his presentation this evening."

"Christina, that's OK. We can just modify our plans slightly. How long do we need to delay getting started?" 

Doc was understanding, but a slight undertone of disappointment was present in his voice.

With a sigh, Christina continued: 

"Maybe as much as 3 hours. I may not be able to get home until closer to 7:00, need to pack a few things, shower, change ... you know ... all my girl stuff. Natural beauty takes time. So perhaps 8:30 or 9:00."

Christina heard silence. No reply from Doc, just silence. She knew he must be disappointed, as they had planned this special evening for days. Then Doc shifted into his business consultant mode and verbally began to assist her over the phone.

"Hmmmm, OK Christina, but give me some specifics. What remains to be done, and in what order? Who is delegating the responsibilities? Do you have enough people there to get the job done in time? That will give me a more realistic idea on the time you will truly need to get everything done."

Christina relayed the list of what needed to be accomplished, by whom, in what order, etc. 

Then Doc replied: 

"Christina, you better plan on being delayed a bit more than you first calculated. If he is as earnest as you stated, he will be asking many questions. You know, buying signal type questions. As well, you need to expect the unexpected."

Sounding remorseful and just as disappointed as she knew Doc was, Christina continued:

"I'm sorry for the delay. I had no idea his company would bring him in so early."

Doc was again his normal understanding self as he replied.

"That's OK my dear. I can just make a few calls to change some very special reservations I had made. All will work out just fine. Now get moving girl or you'll be late meeting your boss for the initial review."

Christina was relieved at how well Doc took things. He truly was a very understanding man. Within a few minutes, Christina ran through her mental checklist, smiled and was out the office door. She was in front of the conference room door and confident she had all the bases covered for the presentation. DAMN! Sure enough the first unexpected event, the client was going to push things back another 30 minutes and wanted to cover some additional information as well. After a going over the changes and modifications with her boss, Christina excused herself to go alert her co-workers of the pending re-write of the presentation. 

Another two and a half hours passed before they had the final version ready to go. The bound copies were ready, refreshments were in the conference room, and dinner would be delivered in 45 minutes. . Smiling at what all she and her team accomplished in such a short time, Christina called Doc to inform him of the events. 

Doc's voice was just another reassurance of her accomplishments.

"My sweet, that's great news. I told you to expect the unexpected. So how much longer do you anticipate?"

Christina paused as if going through a mental checklist before she replied.

"Once he's actually at the office, I just need to wait for the dinner delivery so I can unlock the doors for the delivery driver. Then after I get the dinner into the conference room, I'm out of here."

Doc paused, then answered.

"Hmmm sounds like it will be closer to 8:30 before you can wrap things up. I'll call and change the reservations again."

Christina felt badly about this, but this was an opportunity to really impress her new boss. This could mean a lot for her career. Sure enough, it took until 8:30 for all the light dinner to actually be delivered and set up in the conference room. She had walked to her desk to do a final double check when the phone rang. Christina saw from the Caller ID that it was Doc.

"Well, how'd it go? How close were my time estimates to what actually transpired?"

Ashley looked at her watch and smirked.

"It went great. And I just finished up, and since it is 8:35, you were right ... smart ass."

They both chuckled. And Doc told her to get her butt in gear; the evening wouldn't wait on her much longer. Christina looked around one more time, walked to the door, turned out the appropriate lights, walked out and locked the door. 

As she turned, a van suddenly pulled into the parking lot and skidded to a stop right in front of her. Before she could react, a man dressed in black, jumped from the van and grabbed her. As Christina tried to scream, a gloved hand came across her mouth. As hard as she fought, the man was easily overpowering her.

"Cooperate or you'll get hurt. UNDERSTAND!"

Christina's eyes were wide with fear. She could not have spoken even if the man's hand was not on her mouth. She could barely muster enough where with all to nod.

"Now listen up, bitch!. Any ideas on changing your mind and it will get bad for you. REALLY BAD for you. Do you understand cunt!"

Christina hated that word. It made her grimace. But again she nodded. She saw the van driver jump out with a roll of duct tape in his hand. He was also dressed in black. And just like her captor, he was also wearing black leather gloves and a ski mask.

"Get the bitch's hands first. Then blindfold her. We gotta get out of here before someone sees us, so make it fast!

As her captor spoke, Christina was even more terrified. However, she could feel her captor's hard cock pressed against her ass cheeks. Her mind was doing flip flops as the hard cock made her think in one direction of the possibilities that may await her. And yet, the kidnapping was scaring her to the depths of her inner being.

The driver roughly grabbed one hand and pulled it behind her where he began wrapping the duct tape around the wrist. He then just as roughly pulled her other hand behind her back and began wrapping the duct tape around that wrist. Finally the tape was wrapped around both wrists several times. She watched the driver reach into his hip pocket and pull out a long scarf. Ironically, it looked a lot like one she owned. The scarf was quickly rolled and placed over her eyes. The driver took no pains in her comfort as he roughly tied the scarf. Christina could not see and her hands were bound tightly behind her.

Her captor took a handful of her hair in one hand and the other was roughly around the back of her neck. He pushed her forward toward the van's open sliding door. She was literally thrown onto the floor of the van. Her captor was holding her down tightly as she heard the front door close and knew the driver was back in the van. The van lurched as it sped out of the parking lot.

"Feel this bitch? It is a very sharp blade. The kind of blade that could skin you alive!"

Christina could feel the cold steel as the flat of the knife blade was being pressed against her cheek.

"One wrong move, one sign of protest ... and it's over! Got it, cunt?"

Again Christina winced at that word. The knife blade against her cheek was slowly being drawn against her flesh. Slowly, oh so painfully slow, she felt the blade slip into her blouse. The sharpness of the blade was soon made evident as with just a few quick flicks; her blouse and bra had been completely cut away from her body. Lower the blade slipped and just as quickly, her skirt and bikini panty were now gone.

" Man oh man. You should see this. The bitch's cunt is wet man. I mean she is soaked."

Christina felt a reddened blush cover her entire body. She WAS wet! Her pussy was drenched. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as a gloved finger was roughly pushed into her pussy. That was quickly followed by a second gloved finger.

"Man this bitch is hot for us man. Her cunt is soaked. Hold it a sec man. Gotta check her ass."

Christina panicked as she felt the pussy juice covered gloved finger slip down to her ass. As hard as she mentally tried to prepare herself for the assault, it was not working. The finger roughly sought out it's way into her ass.

"Man you better step on it and get to the warehouse. Otherwise, I'm gonna fuck this bitch here in the van. Hell, she'd probably like it too."

Christina thoughts were spinning in her head. Here she was being abducted and her pussy and ass were wantonly accepting these invading fingers. Again, her thought process was abruptly interrupted by the teeth coming down hard on a nipple. As she yelped she felt the teeth bite even harder.

"Buddy you gotta hurry, her nipples are like rocks. Think she needs a little sumpin sumpin."

Christina heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and then felt a cock head poised at her lips. Two gloved hands gripped her head and pushed her forward onto the cock.

"Suck it bitch. Suck my cock. You're gonna swallow the whole thing or choke on it trying!

Christina tentatively opened her mouth but the assailant pushed her head over his cock in one rough movement. She felt the hard cock being forced to the back of her mouth and into her throat. She sputtered, coughed and almost gagged. But her assailant pulled her head back and then pushed it back down again. Christina forced her throat to relax as best she could. Soon her captor was fucking her mouth and throat. Deeper and deeper the cock was forced into her mouth and throat. The head began to swell and throb. She knew if she really tried, it would explode and this would be over. 

Whether she was urged on by instinct or by a sense of self preservation, Christina began to truly suck this invading cock, working her tongue along the shaft as it pulled outward, relaxing her throat as it moved inward, then tightening her throat muscles to grip it. She could tell her captor was about to cum and was soon rewarded with jets of cum blasting into her throat. Abruptly the cock was removed and she felt the rest of his cum being shot all over her face. Instinctively Christina opened her mouth and slid out her tongue in an attempt to catch the jets of cum.

"Damn this bitch is hot man. She's taking my load and has her mouth open wanting more. Damn man, if her mouth is this hot, think how hot her cunt and ass are gonna be. Now get us to that warehouse or I'm gonna fuck her ass right now. Ok bitch, keep sucking my man meat. Keep sucking it til you get all that cum outta my balls. Suck it till I'm hard again."

Her plan had not worked. Yes, he had cum, but the onslaught did not cease. Christina could only do as her captor demanded. His knife was now held with the flat of the blade on her breast. The cold blade was resting at the edge of her nipple. Christina could feel his cock begin to slowly grow erect again. Just as it was beginning to become really hard, she felt the van come to a stop. The van's side door was being slid open and she felt her feet being pulled. As the cock popped from her mouth, she was picked up and carried to a chair.

"Told you man. This bitch is hot. You make the ransom call like we discussed? Good! Now until we get agreement to the money drop, we're gonna use this bitch. You got the camera's set? Good! Now let's see what all this bitch has to give us."

She wondered what the second man was doing. And thought how she hoped they had contacted Doc for the ransom. But, then worried as to how Doc could possibly raise the ransom at this time of night?. Her thoughts were again interrupted as she felt the blade of the knife on her abdomen. She then felt the heads of two cocks on either side of her mouth.

"You gonna suck us both now bitch. You gonna deep throat us both. And we gonna be taking pictures and a video of the whole thing. If somebody don't believe we got you, we gonna send them the pictures. But we gonna keep the damn video as our trophy. Now open up and suck bitch!"

Christina's mind was again spinning. Pictures? Video? Ransom? Who? Why? Then she felt the fist cock nuzzle at her lips. With just the slightest hesitation she opened her mouth. The man's body shifted until he was standing in front of her. Again two gloved hands grabbed her head and forced her mouth onto more of the swollen length.

"Yeah man. See, I told you this bitch is hot. She got my nut in nothing flat just a while ago.. That's it, fuck her face man. See how she gulps down your man meat. Give it to her man. Make her take all of it. Just save some more for me."

Christina was being face fucked. The cock was brutalizing her mouth and throat. She was doing all she could to keep up with each thrust. As she was being face fucked, a second set of gloved hands roughly played with her breasts before sliding down between her thighs.

"Spread them legs bitch. I gotta get to that cunt while you're being face fucked."

Christina did as instructed. As her legs spread she felt two gloved fingers slam into her pussy. Christina felt a cum begin to stir within her. As hard as she fought the intense feeling, she couldn't help herself. Her own body was betraying her. It hit her hard. A knot at the base of her spine exploded sending a lightning storm of sparks coursing all over her body. Her moans were muffled by the cock sliding in her mouth.

"Man did you feel that? The bitch just came for us. Man, I knew she would be hot."

As soon as the captor's words fell into the silence of the warehouse, she felt the cock in her mouth swell. The entire length was forced down her throat and began to explode. Christina felt the hot jism hit the back of her mouth and the entrance to her throat. Her tongue went crazy trying to lap the length of the cock in her mouth.

"Man look at that! Your cum is oozing outta her mouth and drooling down to her chin. Yeah man. Pump it to her. Fill her with your spunk. Man she be eating it up."

And Christina was indeed. She was still in the throws of the last of her orgasm and was drinking as much of the cum this man could offer. She could feel the overflow oozing from the corners of her mouth and drooling down to her chin. In her minds eye she could see the fresh cum mingling with the sticky remnants that had been shot all over her face just a short time ago. Slowly, the cock was removed from her mouth. Christina exercised her jaw trying to return some sort of normal movement to it.

"OK man let's move the bitch over here. It's time to play hard!"

Christina felt herself being pulled from the chair and walked towards her right. They soon stopped and she felt the knife sliding between her wrists and easily slicing through the duct tape. As soon as her wrists were free from the tape, she felt one arm being raised and a restraint being buckled to her wrist. This was quickly followed by her other wrist being raised and restrained. Her legs were spread as far as she could possibly slide them and they too were restrained. She was now standing before her captors, spread eagle, completely vulnerable, completely open to their onslaught.

"Look at her man. Her cunt juice is running down her thighs. Her nipples are rock hard. Our cum is all over her face. Man, it don't get much better than this. Let's have some fun now while we wait on the ransom reply."

Christina felt the sudden strike of a light flogger across her buttocks. Then another, then another. With each strike of the flogger, she at first tried to twist her body to escape the blows. However, her body soon began to betray her again. In a few minutes of flogging, she felt herself pressing back into the blows. Her ass was being pushed out and up as much as she could in this spread eagle position. Somehow the pain was turning to pleasure. Light whimpers of pleasure were beginning to flow from her lips. The light blows were now replaced with the heavy dull thud of a suede flogger. After about 10 blows of the heavy flogger, a gloved hand roughly massaged her ass cheeks. This was followed by another 10 blows. Again the gloved hand roughly massaged her ass cheeks. However, a gloved finger was now worked into her ass. This caused her to at first lunge forward. But as the finger worked in deeper, her hips began to push back.

"OK man, get that butt plug ready. Work it in her ass, open her up. We gonna fuck that tight ass tonight."

Christina felt a lubed tip of the butt plug pushed against her ass. Slowly it began to twist and slide inward. As the widest part pressed against her sphincter, she instinctively pushed back, allowing it to pop in.

"Man, ain't never seen a bitch take it like that. Damn man. Her ass just opened up and swallowed that plug whole. She's gonna fuck us good with that ass."

Again Christina felt the heavy flogger land across her buttocks. Occasionally the thongs of the flogger would land on the base of the butt plug. The sensation sent chills up and down her spine. After 10 blows, again the gloved hand worked her buttocks. However, it also traveled down and pushed and twisted the butt plug even deeper. Christina began to moan as her building pleasure began to again betray her.




Expect the Unexpected



"Hey man. Her cunt's really flowing again. Look at how her thighs look like rivers."

She felt a tongue slip across her clit and into her pussy. It was just too much. Instantly, Christina began to cum.

"Damn man, this bitch is cumming on your face. Man you just barely touched that cunt and BOOM."

Still, the second man has yet to say a word. However, his tongue was working wonders on her clit and pussy. Christina was flailing her head side to side. This was even more exaggerated when the man slid his hand back and began to massage the butt plug in her ass. Christina screamed out in pleasure as yet another mind rattling cum shot through her.

Christina's entire body was quivering as she was released from her spread eagle position. She was carried to what felt like a padded table of sorts. Her legs were lifted, spread and placed into stirrups. She was again bound - her feet buckled into the stirrups, a thick leather strap across her abdomen, her arms down along her sides with her wrist buckled to some sort of bracket on either side.

"Man you were right. This old gyno exam table is coming in handy. You bring the stuff you need. Good. Get it, we gotta make her ready."

Christina lay there not knowing what was coming next. She heard water running in the distance. Soon followed by footsteps returning to the table.

"Man that bag looks like it is about to burst. Let me get her ass ready."

Christina felt the butt plug being removed. Just as soon as it had popped out it was replaced by another butt plug. Then she felt the flow of warm liquid. 

"OH GOD! These guys are giving me an enema!"

Christina was in total embarrassment. This is something she normally does in private; and only when absolutely necessary. It was only lately that she and Doc had played by cleaning one another in preparation of an evening of mutual anal play. But these guys were flushing her out. A leather-gloved hand began to massage her abdomen, not roughly this time, but rather gently, similar to the way she and Doc massaged one another when they had given each other their cleansings. Suddenly, the forced enema was not as bad as it had started out.

Christina felt a towel draped between her legs and the cool metal of a large bed pan being slid to the edge of her buttocks. As soon as all was in place, she felt the butt plug enema tube being pulled from her. Immediately she emptied into the pan. Embarrassing and yet a relief at the same time. 

The relief soon faded as she felt the butt plug tube being slid back into her ass. Again the warm flow began to fill her and cleanse her. Again the gloved hand massaged her abdomen, but this time the thumb of that hand toyed her clit at the same time. Christina's body began to push her clit against the thumb as the warm fluid continued to fill her. The flow had stopped but the thumb had not. Christina felt her cum building again. She couldn't help it. In spite of the embarrassment of two strangers giving her an enema, the thumb on her clit was driving her to the edge of another cum. 

Then it hit her. Her orgasm was intense as it shot through her body. And just as she began to cum, the butt plug tube was removed. Her body contracted and she emptied once again into the large bedpan. However, this time, instead of just emptying as before, her contractions caused her to expel the fluid with force.

As her cum began to subside, the butt plug tube was inserted once again. Christina could smell the aroma of mint waft around her nostrils. The minty fluid was allowed to slowly fill her. Again the gloved hand massaged her abdomen. The fluid was allowed to stay inside her as the hand massaged her abdomen. More gently this time, the butt plug tube was removed and the mint aroma fluid was allowed to slowly drain from inside her. As the fluid drained, the gloved hand continued to massage her abdomen.

"Man that mint smells good. Bet it will make her ass taste just as good. Bet it will make our cocks taste just as minty when she sucks them after we've had her ass."

Christina didn't know what to think or how to react. She had been kidnapped, threatened at knife point, had her clothes cut from her, had been forced to endure hours of torment, plus having two complete strangers give her multiple enemas. Now there was yet to be more.

The men cleaned Christina and then carried her to what felt like a thickly padded bench. Her arms were pulled outward to each side and locked into that position. She was bent at the waist. Her butt was poised upward and outward. Her legs were now being spread and locked into position. Her thoughts were again interrupted by the shock of a tongue on her ass. Just as suddenly, the tongue was rimming her ass. 

Christina moaned at the sudden pleasure, her pelvis began to rock and she pushed back onto the tongue as much as her current bound condition would allow. The tongue then pushed into her ass, causing Christina to moan loudly. She tried to push back further, but her bonds wouldn't give enough. She yelped in frustration, wanting the tongue to push deeper. The man saw that Christina was urging him to do so and complied, pushing deeper, tongue fucking her ass. 

"Man her ass tastes like mint. Gotta get me some of this. Hand me that lube, I'm gonna pop this ass."

Christina felt the lube being squirted into her ass. She heard a similar squirt and had a mental image of lube being applied to a throbbing cock. She thought, "At least these guys are kind enough to use some lube instead of just taking my ass." Christina felt the slimy head of a cock at her ass. Instead of trying to escape, Christina knew to push her ass back as best she could to prevent any pain. The head of the cock spread her and then pushed forward. Christina felt her sphincter beginning to tighten, but she pushed back as if trying to expel her insides again causing her sphincter to relax. The head of the large cock popped into her ass and the cock slammed deep into her. Christina could feel the assailant's balls slap against her wet pussy and clit.

"Man this ass is tight. And she is hot man. She took the whole thing and is moaning like a bitch in heat. Look how she be pushing back on my cock. Man, oh man, I'm gonna plow this bitch's ass."

Christina felt the cock begin to pummel her. No warm up, no foreplay. He was just ass fucking her as hard as he could. Christina struggled to get into a tempo, but finally, she succumbed to his onslaught. He was really pounding her ass, when he suddenly removed his cock. The other man then slammed his cock into her. They were tag teaming her so neither would cum too quickly. Christina first smelled the mint aroma and then felt the cock head being forced between her lips. The first man was forcing her to take his mint-flavored cock into her mouth. 

With the second cock slamming into her ass, Christina became a wanton whore. She engulfed the cock into her mouth and began to moan as the ass fucking continued. Just as suddenly as he had shoved the mint-flavored cock into her mouth, he withdrew. She then felt the cock in her ass being withdrawn. it was then replaced with the other man's cock. As he began to pummel her ass, she felt the second man's cock at her lips. No force needed this time, Christina opened her mouth and greedily took the mint-flavored cock as deep as she could, twirling her tongue around it, and relaxing her throat to prevent from gagging. The tag team swap continued for what must have been an hour or more. Christina came 5 times during this onslaught. Her body was quivering from the last orgasm when she felt the locks being removed from her arms and legs.

"Damn man. Didn't I tell you her ass was gonna be hot. She musta cum 4 or 5 times. That bitch is one fine ass fuck."

The men lifted Christina and carried her to a bed. Christina slumped onto the bed. She couldn't muster the strength to move and knew it was useless in trying. Her orgasms had sent her into a relaxed euphoria. She felt a hand begin to massage lube onto her already fucked ass. She then felt a man assume a spooning position behind her. The hot, throbbing cock head easily slid into her gaped open ass. The man wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto his back. In doing so, he rolled her body atop his with his cock, embedding it even deeper into her ass. A moan escaped her lips as the cock pushed deeper as he adjusted his position.

"You got her man? Good. Cause we gonna ride this bitch again. You got her ass man. That just leaves me her hot cunt."

Christina hated that word, but now she wanted to feel her "cunt" being filled with the other man's hard cock. She didn't have to wait long. The head of his cock worked into the wet opening. The moment he was positioned, he slammed the entire length of his engorged cock into her cunt. 

Christina let go of her fears and began to moan, pushing down onto both cocks. Then out of nowhere, she heard the words flowing from her mouth. At first she couldn't believe it was really her spewing forth these vulgarities. But then, she knew it was she, the wanton bitch that had been released. She continued to yell at the two men.

"OH Oh Oh Yessss Fuck me! Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. Pound your cocks into your bitch!"

Both men began to gyrate inside her. As one pulled slowly from her ass, the other sunk deep into her cunt. Then as he withdrew, the man behind her sunk deep into her ass. That pace continued as she could feel her cum building again. One cock in her "cunt" and one in her ass - each taking her deeper and deeper - driving her closer and closer to her orgasm.

"OH GOD! YES FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK MY ASS! I"M GOING TO CUM! I'M ... I"M ... AHHHHHHHHH!"

Christina screamed as her orgasm began to erupt. She began to have a mind blowing cum. It rolled over her from head to toe. It didn't seem it would ever stop. In time it finally began to subside. As it did, the men slowed momentarily. But only to change their tempo. The man atop her began to pinch and pull her rock hard nipples. Then the two men began to fuck her in unison. Both cocks were slamming into her at the same time. She could feel the heated friction along the thin membrane between her cunt and her ass. She was filled completely with each simultaneous thrust. The cock in her cunt began to pull out completely only to slam it's way back into her. The men began to pick up their pace. And Christina felt another cum building inside her as she felt the cock in her "cunt" begin to swell.

"Let go her hands man. Now bitch, reach down and spread those cunt lips. Spread em wide. I'm gonna cum all over your cunt and clit."

Christina did as instructed, but this time not due to any threat of harm. No, now she wanted this assault. She wanted to feel his cum. The man's cock head felt as though it had swollen to twice its previous size. As the man pulled his cock from her cunt, Christina spread her lips as wide as possible. She knew her clit was completely out from under its protective hood. The first jet of cum hit directly on her clit. This sent her over the edge again. Christina began to cum as the second volley of the man's cum hit her cunt lips. Jet after jet of cum covered her cunt and clit. 

Christina moaned uncontrollably as her own cum hit her hard. Her muscles clenched tightly around the cock in her ass. Wave after wave of her orgasm rolled through her. As she began to regain her senses she felt the cock in her ass throbbing. The heat in her ass was intense. Her thoughts were once again interrupted when she heard the first man's voice.

"Man she was hot. This bitch has got one hot cunt, ass and mouth. OK man, seems you got her ass well under control. So fuck that ass good man. Make that bitch cum again."

Christina heard footsteps retreating away from them, then a door open and close. A hand was slowly untying the scarf that blindfolded her. Then the second man spoke. 

"I told you my sweet, always expect the unexpected. Hope this was just as hot for you as it was for me. When I drew this card from your fantasy wish jar, I had an immediate hard on, and have had all week. Now, I'm going to roll you onto your hands and knees, cause I'm going to finish fucking my "bitch's hot ass, before I have her cunt again".

Christina smiled as she was rolled onto her hands and knees. Doc's cock never left her ass. As soon as she was comfortably in her new position, Doc began to pummel her ass. Christina just screamed out with even more enthusiasm.

"Oh yessss. Fuck your bitch. Fuck my ass with your cock. That's it, slam your bitch's ass. Oh yeah, good cock. Fuck that ass."

Deeper and deeper she could feel his cock slam into her ass. Her hand instinctively went down to her pussy and clit. No, this time, she was playing with her cum covered "cunt". She worked the sticky cum into her cunt and over her clit. Doc was reaching round her and pulling on her breasts and nipples. Again, a cum began to build and she was lost to her orgasm. Doc's cock was beginning to work as deep as it could, his balls were slapping against her cum covered cunt lips. Christina began to moan as yet another cum coursed through her. Just as it began to subside, Doc pulled his now throbbing cock from her ass.

As Doc approached her head, Christina opened her mouth wide. The mint aroma hit her nostrils just before his cock slid into her mouth. As she began to suck his cock deep into her mouth, her cum covered hand began to play with his balls and pull on his ball sack. Her other hand sought out her cunt again and lathered her fingers with the combination of the sticky cum and her own cunt juices. 

Christina then placed a slick finger on Doc's ass and quickly slid it into his ass. She crooked her finger to find his prostate and began to massage it. She then added a second cum and cunt juice coated finger. As she massaged his balls, pulled on his ball sack and fingered his ass, Christina felt the head of Doc's cock swell in her throat. She knew Doc was about to cum. She pulled back and released his cock from her mouth.

"Cum on your bitch. Cum on my mouth and tongue. Let your bitch have your cum."

Christina crooked her fingers in his ass as Doc began to jack off his cock. Christina opened her mouth and held out her tongue. Doc began to shoot as his blast of cum landed n her tongue. One jet of cum landed on the bridge of her nose, another on her chin. The last two again landed on her tongue. Christina lowered her mouth over his cock and sucked as hard as she could. She milked his balls as she finger fucked his ass and massaged his prostate, trying to get the last drops of cum from deep within him. 

"Oh baby, you do make one hot bitch. Now, we can go into the house and get cleaned up. We have a video to watch."

Christina looked up at her lover and surprised him with her comments.

"Yes, baby, I want to watch the video. But no need to clean up lover, as your bitch wants to stay all nasty with all this cum all over her and in her. And then your bitch wants even more of your cum tonight."

Christina finally looked around. The warehouse was actually Doc's three car garage. Christina saw the three video cameras around the garage. Her thoughts began turn to how the evening's events were going to look on the video. And she wondered, who the other man was. Doc slipped two fingers into Christina's still gaped ass and began to lead her out of the garage, into the back yard, across the patio and into the house. 

"By the way my sweet. Congratulations on having such a successful week. Our celebration is only beginning. Now, you drew a card from my fantasy wish jar. Here it is early Saturday morning, and you have yet to fulfill what's on my card. Is that just another thing that became lost in the shuffle this week?"

As Doc continued to lead Christina into the house by his fingers in her ass, she leaned her shoulder onto his and her hand wrapped around his cock as they made their way to the to their playroom.

"Thank you for a wonderful way to celebrate the week, and for fulfilling the fantasy on my card. It was more than I had ever expected. And no, my sweet, your fantasy has not been lost in the shuffle. Remember, I have until Sunday afternoon to fulfill what was on your card."

A wicked smile spread across Christina's face that was not unnoticed by Doc. Doc returned the smile and Christina felt a sudden jerk in his cock as it also responded to the upcoming and unknown possibilities. Doc again wondered just which card she had drawn. He knew that by Sunday afternoon, he would find out for sure. But now, they had a video to watch before he had "his bitch" again and again tonight.



Expect the Unexpected



When I was 12, my older sister got pregnant two weeks before she left for college. To say that my father was devastated when he heard the news would be the understatement of the century. Not that he was uncaring or didn't understand, you see, my mother delivered Bethany on her 18th birthday and my father promptly went to work. He used to lecture Bethany about the importance of establishing herself in life before she took the plunge into marriage and motherhood. Although his lectures didn't fall on deaf ears, Bethany took the 'it will never happen to me' attitude. Now, six years later, she and her husband are both working full time jobs and still taking classes part time. My mother picks Trevor up from Tasker elementary every weekday and my father chases him around the house or reads children's books with his grandson tucked securely under his arm. None of his new found happiness changed his lectures to me.

The day I turned 15 and a half, Dad took me to get my driver's permit. As if I wasn't nervous enough, he chose that day to begin our 'birds and bees' talk. I listened, but not intently. I was thinking about parallel parking. On our way home, Dad turned to me and said, "Angie, I'm awful proud of you and I hope you'll think about what I said earlier." All I could say was something to the effect of thanks Dad, I will. Our talks continued after that day. Dad would emphasize my potential and I would think about Bethany. He never once used her as an example, but I did. 

Through the remainder of High School, I received many awkwardly written notes from boys in my class, admiring stares from underclassmen, and sometimes, lewd suggestions from upperclassmen. Some were flattering but all were brushed aside. I was determined to make my father proud. It seems though that the trouble with being a teenager is that at the time, you're a teenager.

We had many dances throughout the year at my school and I attended all of them. Dancing to me was a way to get close to the boys I liked without getting too close. It wasn't that I was being overtly provocative or anything, it's just that swaying to a slow song with someone I liked had an effect on me. It seemed, unfortunately, to have a greater effect on the boys with which I was dancing. Some would excuse themselves and slink off of the dance floor while others were bold enough to whisper their intentions in my ear. I would never dance with someone I didn't like and would never be rude to someone I did, so I let them all down gently. I used my 'I'm saving myself for marriage' line until I began receiving proposals, then I switched to 'Not until I'm through with college.' Sometimes, when I was feeling particularly facetious, I'd use the 'the doctor says not until I've taken the full course of antibiotics' line. The boys knew I was kidding with that last one, but it always worked. 

There's a particular loneliness about being 18 and not having a boyfriend. It's worse when you've been asked or at least received hints from nearly every boy in your school. I hadn't even started, yet I couldn't wait to be finished with college. My friend Jenny was in the same boat. She was certainly attractive and had received the same lectures as me. She probably would've had the same attitude as my sister if it hadn't been for me. We would talk for hours about boys and who liked whom but I would always steer the conversation back to sensibility. She would discuss her frustrations and I'd discuss mine. It was becoming increasingly clear that we were both curious about sex and the occasional eavesdropping of sexual conversations at school were only throwing fuel on the fire.

The fire was exactly where it began. It was my turn to spend the night at Jenny's and her parents had gone to Aspen for the weekend. They'd left us enough money to supply us with pizzas and movies for their entire stay. My folks knew I'd be gone for the entire weekend and I'm sure they didn't mind the privacy they hadn't frequently enjoyed since they themselves were in their teens. Jenny and I began by attempting to plan what we'd be doing for two days. We came up with several scenarios but decided in the end that it'd be better to just wing it. Jenny suggested Monopoly, but with just two, we got bored quickly. We kept laughing about some of the girls at school and referred to them as the 'Community Chest'. Then, I suggested we haul in some firewood and get some natural heat. Jenny quickly agreed.

Neither one of us knew what we were doing. Looking back, I suppose I'm talking about more than the fire. We loaded the fireplace with logs and expected it to burst in flames with the first match. Well, it didn't. After teasing each other about never having been girl scouts, Jenny had an idea. It seems so obvious to me now but trust me, neither of us had ever done this before. Jenny, remembering seeing her father light this thing a thousand times before, gathered some newspaper and some twigs from a box labeled kindling. With a touch of a match, the flames roared to life. Soon the raging fire had died down into the warm glow and gentle pops of a fire with which we were familiar. Neither of us had ever done this before.

Jenny joked about the bonfire parties we'd been to and suggested that we needed a couple of cases of beer or at least some trash can punch. I shrugged it off. I never drank at those parties and knew she never had either. We went to be popular and nothing more. She knew that and showed acceptance of the fact by laying her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry" she said, "I just......" Her words trailed off. I knew where she was going. So many girls in our class had their first experience with sex at just such a party. In an attempt to cheer her up, I said "Hey, you and I are going to have some fun this weekend". Little did I know how much fun.

I suggested a movie but Jen suggested S'mores. We scrounged the cabinets and found all the necessary ingredients. She took a skewer and melted her first marshmallow and a chunk of chocolate, but after she sandwiched them between graham crackers, she fed me her fingers to lick off the melted chocolate and marshmallow that stuck to them. When it became my turn, I did the same to her. An audible moan made me realize that I had the same effect on Jenny as she had on me. Suddenly, all of the suppressed emotions and feelings that I experienced at any number of school dances came rushing in.

Jen was embarrassed until her eyes met mine. At that moment, time stood still. She read me like a book and realized that the same feelings that stirred within her, stirred within me. Our lips met with a peck. Jen withdrew and again questioned me with her eyes. Her answer came quickly as our lips pressed together and tongues explored each other's mouths. When the kiss broke, we were again questioning one another with our eyes. Neither of us had any feelings other than friendship toward the other before, but neither of us questioned what was happening. 

Suddenly, Jen did question it. She didn't come across with an is this right or wrong attitude, but wanted to know if I had a problem with what was transpiring. At this point, all I could do was shake my head no. Jen left the room and I thought the incident was over. Little did I know that she would just return with a sleeping bag built for two and laid it in front of the fire. She grinned at me and told me that as she left, I looked like a lost puppy. I had somehow been relieved that I was not going to go through with this. I told her so and now it was her turn to look like a lost puppy. Jen conceded that this was not going to happen and curled up beside me. The temptation was only fleeting for the both of us. We'd kissed, but now we'd come to our senses.

I soon drifted off to sleep but, not without thinking heavily about what had transpired. Lucid dreams were allowing me to be with Jen but I'd assumed them to be just that, dreams. There was a gentle lapping at my breasts, first one, then the other. I remained asleep. Sometimes sleep is where we can enact our ultimate fantasies. Only when kisses trailed down from my breasts to my crotch did I realize that this was something more substantial. When I opened my eyes, Jen was lapping away at my pussy. I wasn't shocked; I was turned on. Jen was doing for me what I'd only been dreaming about for years. My mind was numb to everything else in the world. The only thing I could think of was the sensation between my legs. Oh, I had masturbated before. I think I even had an orgasm once. But, her tongue was so delicate yet so powerful. It put just as much pressure on my clit as my fingers ever had but was so soft while doing it. I tightened my eyes to bear these tremendous feelings. My fingers gripped the covers to my side. My mind was going a mile a minute. My best friend was eating pussy! She was eating MY pussy! 

Finally a moan escaped my lips and I peeked through half closed eyes go see Jen looking up at me. I don't know if she thought I was still asleep or not because she just went right back to work making me feel better than I ever had. It wasn't until my fingers ran through her hair that she was certain I was awake. She looked up, smiled, then took another lick. I was on the edge of orgasm, and at this point, I knew I'd never had one before. This was going to be the real thing. Finally, after all of these years I was having my first true orgasm. I felt my pelvis buck onto her face and my toes curled up on their own. Jen reached up and held me down with both of her hands so she could keep her tongue steadily bringing me pleasure. I screamed out loud. I didn't expect to, but I did, and as I felt wave after wave of ecstasy flow through my entire body Jen didn't stop. Her tongue kept moving up and down on my clit. I'm sure her jaw had to be sore by this point but she was a trooper. A second, third, and finally fourth orgasm consumed me and I put my hand on her forehead and pushed her away. I simply couldn't take it anymore.

I collapsed in place on the sleeping bag. I felt like a pile of mush. She had brought me to heights of which I'd never dreamed. The funny thing is I said SHE. I never dreamed my first time would be with a girl. At that point though, it didn't matter. I was in a state of pure bliss and didn't care that it was a girl's tongue that had brought me there. I was THERE. The numbness of my mind quickly spread to my body. My eyelids were heavy and I just could not stay awake. I closed my eyes and this time I did not dream.

When I awoke, I knew quite some time had passed. The room was almost completely dark with the exception of a few hot embers peeking out from under the ash. I realized I had a smile on my lips and rolled over to embrace the beautiful person who had given it to me. It was then that I discovered I was alone on the sleeping bag. Perhaps the floor was too hard and Jen had gone to her own bed during the night. I couldn't imagine her doing so without bringing me along and so I got up and crept down the hallway. It was then that I noticed a light on beneath the bathroom door. I waited outside so that I could surprise her. Then I heard the sobbing. "Jen? You Okay?", I asked through the closed door. She didn't answer but the sobbing stopped immediately. I knocked but there was no answer so I opened the door a bit and peeked inside. 

She was sitting up on the bathroom floor and, judging from the trash can full of tissues, she'd been crying for quite awhile. The poor girl barely had any mascara left to run. I sat down beside her and put my arm around her shoulders. What's the matter? I asked. "You didn't say a word! You pushed me away!", She exclaimed. My heart was instantly broken. She'd taken my lack of response to mean I somehow didn't enjoy what she had done for me. She thought I wanted her to stop and that's why I pushed her away. I desperately wanted to tell her that was not the case. I wanted to tell her that I didn't speak because I was paralyzed with pleasure. That I'd pushed her away out of pure survival instinct. She'd given me no less than four orgasms and a fifth would surely do me in. It was then that I decided that instead of telling her these things, I was going to show her.

I stood up at that point and reached out with both hands to indicate I wanted her to stand with me. She complied and I embraced her and laid her head on my shoulder. I placed a kiss on her neck and while stroking her hair with one hand, I trailed the other down her body. I knew how beautiful she was, now I was feeling how beautiful. Her skin was so soft and her scent was amazing. There was no perfume, just a hint of her shampoo and a clean sweat smell. I don't know how else to describe it. She smelled good. I trailed my fingers down her spine and cupped one butt cheek in my palm. She then pulled back and looked me in the eye. I just smiled, moved my hand around to her front and slipped my middle finger into her pussy.

She may have been upset, but she was still turned on. My finger was positively soaked! I moved my finger in and out of her as I pulled her forward and placed a peck on her lips. Immediately her mouth opened and our tongues met once again. This time there would be no stopping for either of us. We were beyond any barrier or even any questioning what we were doing. I then did something that shocked us both. I pulled away from her and never lost eye contact with her as I brought my finger up to my lips and inserted it into my mouth. It was wet, but not like I had ran my finger under the faucet. It was slick, viscous. As for the taste, there really wasn't much taste. I knew that I wanted more. I knew that I wanted it from the source.

Slowly I sank to my knees in front of her. She leaned back against the sink and her legs involuntarily parted. She knew what was coming and I wanted to give it to her. As my nose approached her beautiful mound, I could smell her arousal. My tongue parted the curls of her pubic hair as my nose nuzzled into them. I took a tentative lick and the taste was much like I had tasted on my finger. This time it was slightly metallic but slick and wonderful. I couldn't believe what was going on. My head was swimming as my tongue drove deeper in to my best friend's pussy! I was now eating pussy and what's more, I loved it! Doing this for her was almost as good as when she had done it for me. I lapped her petals open and then held them in place with my fingers. My tongue dove inside it's first pussy and I relished the sensations. Then, I realized that I was down here on my knees to bring her to orgasm, to give her the pleasure she'd given me.

My tongue found its way up to her beautiful clit. It was still hiding behind her tiny hood but it had stiffened considerably. I was able to feel it much better than before when I had taken my first few licks. I moved the hood back and began to swipe my tongue back and forth across her little bud. Whimpers were escaping her lips as I continued my assault. I really did feel like a conquerer. I was going places I'd never been before or had even dreamed of going in the first place. This was wonderful and the more I licked, the more I liked doing it. At that point, her legs began to shake and give out on her. I wanted to continue but knew that it'd be better for the both of us if we were laying down. I stood placing kisses over her mound, then belly button, then breasts before diving my tongue back into her mouth. "Umm hmmm", escaped her lips as I again took her by the hand and led her back to the sleeping bag.

Once there, I wasted no time in getting my tongue back into her beautiful pussy. I could feel the warmth of the hot coals on my butt as I was up on all fours with my head down buried in Jen's crotch. I was thinking that I could do this forever when I felt the rocking of Jen's pelvis. I knew from my earlier experience that she wasn't doing this on purpose. She simply could not sit still. I also remembered what she had done to control my bucking. I placed my hands on each of her hips and held her in place as my attentions to her clit continued. She began moaning loudly as I tongued her. Moans turned into screams and finally her hands were on my forehead. She now knew why I had pushed her away. I knew from earlier experience that she was too sensitive for me to continue so I simply kissed my way back up her body and cuddled beside her. Moments later, there was a slight snore piercing the near darkness. I knew that I'd repaid the favor. I also knew that it was something she and I would do again.

I laid beside her that night wondering if what we'd done would change our relationship forever. I knew that it had but I wasn't certain for better or worse. Eventually I did drift off to sleep. This time when I awoke the room was brightly lit. It was morning and I was once again alone on the sleeping bag. This worried me. After last night, I had no idea what to expect. Would Jen be sobbing in the bathroom again? To my delight, she was not. I found her sitting at the kitchen table without a stitch of clothing on. Heck we were alone in the house so why bother? I joined her and reached in to the pizza box for a cold slice. I told her I could think of nothing better for breakfast. She grinned and agreed but then said there might be one possible exception. It was then that I noticed she'd sneaked her toes up between my legs and one of them was entering me. At that point, I definitely knew our relationship had changed. For the better. 



Expect the Unexpected...



Again... Summer. But this time it wasn't love. It was lust. Alex had released the nymph in me and I was keen to explore. My best friend Sammie and I had spent a beautiful sunny day down in the local park. We started our walk home as the sun was slowly setting in the sky. It's unbelievable heat still shining down on our golden skin. Chatter was usual between us. It didn't matter if there was nothing interesting happening because we would talk about anything and everything. As we were nearing home we noticed two figures walking towards us. I recognised them as two boys from the year above at our school.

"Isn't that Luc and Aaron?" Sammie said, quietly. "I used to be seeing Aaron a few years ago. Those boys are fine!"

As they got closer I realised she was right. Luc and Aaron were most certainly good looking. Luc looked up and his eyes caught to mine. He had the most beautiful green eyes. I realised I was staring and dropped my gaze hastily. Sammie, shameless as ever, flicked her hair, added an extra layer of lipgloss and walked on confidently. She flashed the boys a beaming smile.

"Hey Aaron, Luc! Where are you guys off to?" she called. They slowly came to a stop in front of us, looking us up and down, which of course, Sammie loved. She had always revelled in male attention.

"Hey Sam, Krist! We're just heading down to the park." said Aaron. "A few of the boys have some cider so we're just gonna' chill and play a bit of footie. Why don't you come down?" Sammie looked positively ecstatic at the idea but I jumped in before she could say anything that I would regret.

"Oh, thanks Aar, but we just came up from down there. We're meeting some friends in a bit, remember Sam?" I nudged her.

"Oh shit, yeah, I forgot. Sorry boys, maybe next time?" she said, batting her eyelashes.

"Definitely, we'll give you a call next time we're out. Or we could just arrange something for the four of us?" he flashed a cheeky wink in our direction. Luc stayed quiet. Not once did he avert his gaze from my face. Aaron nudged him.

"Oh.. Yeah... Sure. Umm, I have a free house this weekend if we're up for it? Let us know!" Luc said, speaking directly to me.

"We will definitely do that! See you soon!" jabbered Sammie putting her number into Aaron's phone and grabbing me by the arm and pulling me away.

After we were 10 yards down the street she went into overdrive.

"Oh my god, I can't believe that! Do you know what this means? We are the only girls our age to be invited to Luc's house! He has parties there all the time but only ever for his year group! Aaron still wants me, I can tell. Look back, is he looking at me?"

I glanced back over my shoulder to find them both still standing there. Aaron smiling and talking animatedly like Sammie and Luc, just watching. It unnerved me that he could just stare me out like that. Like he knew something and it was about me. 

"Yeah he's checking you out!" I said enthusiastically.

"Oh my god, I knew it!" she squealed. "And look at you, Miss Thang! Did you see the way Luc was looking at you!"

"You saw it too right?"

"Hell yeah, I saw it! He couldn't keep his eye's off you! You are definitely in there!"

I didn't voice my concerns to Sammie. I let her have her moment of unashamed flirting.

We didn't hear from the boys about that weekend. Not that we contacted them either. We always had plans well in advance. We had places to go and new people to meet because that was the type of people we were. Some would call us sluts, we just wanted to live whilst we were young!

A few days later I was home, goofing off on my computer. My older sister was bugging me to use it so I just plugged my headphones in and blocked her out. Of course, she was furious but I didn't really give a shit. I had an attitude that was twice that of hers at my age. My email beeped, alerting me that I had a message, but being the privacy freak that I was back then, I couldn't open it until she was gone!

"Just let me fucking use it, you're on it all the time! Stop being a spoilt little bastard and let me email my friends so I can go out and get on with my life! Not that you'd know because you haven't got one!"

I knew she wouldn't stop, she was on a roll. There was only one thing for it. I knew my mother was in a good mood because she'd offered me ice-cream when I came in. So, off I went...

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!" 

My sisters face dropped. Her expression went from confusion, to realisation, to fury! 

" You do realise you'll get grounded as well for arguing?"

"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM!!"

There was the sound of a foot hitting the bottom of the stairs. A smile spread across my face. 

"Yeah, maybe." I said a little smugly. "But if you check the time-table, it's my turn." 

A look of dread flashed across her face. My mother burst into the bedroom.

"WHAT is going on now?" she demanded. Amy dived.

"I only wanted to go on there for two seconds to email Richard and the girls to find out where they are and where they're all going but she's being so spiteful and wont even let me do that and its not fair, I'm not a child, I should have my own computer, and my own bedroom, instead of sharing with her all the time, she's horrible to me, and I never get to do anything because she's always here first, and I swear to god I'm moving out as soon as I finish school, I can't wait. ARGHHH!" she stormed passed my mother, down the stairs and out of the house.

"Well, that was easy." my mother, mused. "Behave yourself now! Stop winding her up!"

I smiled and privately congratulated myself for not getting into trouble. The second my mother left my bedroom I maximised my emails onto my computer screen. 

I'd received an email 10 minutes ago from... Luc?

Lucus MAXimus: Hey babe. You okay? xx

I didn't know what to do. I just froze, my heart in my mouth... My stomach bubbling with anticipation. He was still online. I slowly and carefully wrote an email back, analysing every inch of it.

KizzyG: Hey dude :) Yeah I'm good thanks, how are you? xx

GOOD! Not trying too hard but still keeping it interesting. PING!

Lucus MAXimus: I'm good thanks babe :) What happened last weekend. We had no phonecall. I thought we were guna meet up? xx

KizzyG: Awh sorry, we didn't hear from you so we made other plans. We'll re-arrange though, yeah? :) xx

Lucus MAXimus: Oh, it's okay :) yeah sure, you can come up now if you want? ;) xx

OH MY GOD. Did I read that right? Did he just ask me up his house? Like, for real? Right, play it cool.

KizzyG: Umm, sure. I'll see if I can phone Sammie now :) xx

Lucus MAXimus: NO

Lucus MAXimus: Sorry, I meant, just me and you could hang out? :) xx

OH. MY. GOD. He did just ask me up his house. Do I go? Do I not go? I mean, I know Luc is supposed to be quite a player and a ladies man. What would we do? I've never really spoken to him before!

KizzyG: Umm, yeah okay. I could for an hour. What should we do? Watch a film? :) xx

Lucus MAXimus: Sure ;) I have a good collection. Unless you wana bring something of yours? No girly shit though. I don't do that :P xx

Oh jesus! We're actually having a conversation!

KizzyG: No it's fine, I trust your film collection ;) haha... Where do you live? I'll be right there? xx

Lucus MAXimus: I'll meet you by the roundabout by the shops? How far away do you live? xx

KizzyG: Just down the road, 2 minutes :) xx

Lucus MAXimus: Cool :) I'll see you in two then! xx

Oh shit. Oh shit. I've just told him I'd meet him in two minutes. What do I do? My make-up is done, my hair is done, my clothes are... off? Jesus I'm not dressed yet! I grabbed the phone off the stand in my room and dialled Sammies house number. She lived a bit further away so she'd never make it over here in time but at least she'd calm me down and talk some sense to me. 

Her dad answered on the second ring. Since we spent so much time together, her family practically called me their daughter anyway.

"Hey, baby girl." Came Ed's voice down the line. "I'll call her for you now." I heard him screaming her name and her bounding down the stairs. 

"Hee-"

"SAM HE JUST ASKED ME OUT AND I'M FREAKING. I'M MEETING HIM IN TWO MINUTES AND I'M STANDING HERE NAKE-"

"WOAH! Chill out... Who's asked you out?" she trailed excitedly.

"LUC" I practically shouted back. One of my two minutes were already gone.

"Right okay! Get your faded skinny's, put them on! Your ass looks good in them. You have an amazing cleavage but you don't want to be obvious. How about that faded blue cami your Mam got you last month?" She reeled off my wardrobe in a matter of seconds. We knew each other so well.

"PERFECT, brilliant! Thanks Sam, text you later!" I was about to put the phone down when she started.

"You listen to me!" I was practically having a breakdown trying to listen to her and pull my jeans up with a coat hanger. "Luc is known for taking advantage Krist'. I know it's all fun and games but you were really attached to Alex. I'm afraid you're going to get too attached to Luc too. Don't do anything with him! I dont want to see you get hurt!"

"I know Sam! I'm not an idiot. I know he only wants one thing. It's going to be so funny watching him try and not get anywhere!" I enthused, thinking that I could finally enjoy the attention for once. "I really got to run! I'll phone you when I get in!" 

I threw the phone down on my bed and hastily pulled my cami over my head. I ran down the stairs, said a hasty goodbye to my parents and practically ran out of the gate and up my street. Now the nerves were starting. The sun had just passed over the head of the sky and was falling rapidly into the afternoon. I realised in my haste I had forgotten a bra and chastised myself inside, almost turning around to put one on. I shook myself out and decided to live a little.

The closer I got to he roundabout the more nervous I felt. As I walked I noticed a tall figure standing at the edge of the road. It turned and stared at me as I made my way towards it. As I came closer my suspicions were proven true, it was Luc. He smiled warmly at me and I gave a shy smile back.

"Hey" he said simply.

"Hi" I said, blushing intensely.

"So you ready?" he asked. A smile playing about his lips.

"For what?" I blanched. A sudden unnerving excitement creeping over me.

"For the film?" he laughed. "What else would I be talking about."

I suddenly understood how he had a name for himself. I smiled and took the hand he offered me. He led me a few hundred yards down the road and turned down a path. Woah, I had never realised he lived so close! 

He unlocked the door and led us inside. The entrance hall was small, just big enough for me to squeeze passed him. But even then, my nipples brushed his chest, making them harden. I turned quickly so that he wouldn't notice. He took my hand and led me to his living room and sat us both on the sofa.

"Do you want a drink or something to eat?" he asked politely.

"Why?" I looked at him flirtatiously. "Are you going to cook for me?"

He smiled his sexy smile and leaned towards me. "A drink would be nice" I said confidently, putting a stop to his attempt to kiss me. More confident than I felt. 

He retreated slowly smiling and put some music on the television before going into the kitchen.

"Hey" I called. "I thought we were going to watch a film."

"Yeah, I thought we could chill with some music first" he said as he returned with two cold cans or Coke. 

It felt so cold I couldn't resist. I lifted my hair to the side and slowly and deliberately rubbed the can along the back of my neck, slowly rolling it around to the front of my throat, letting the condensation roll down onto my cleavage. Now my nipples were definitely hard. Luc looked at me with a hunger in his eyes. I popped the cap on the can and took a slow sip before setting it down. 

"So what were you doing today before I decided to kidnap you?" Luc asked giving me a deliberate smokey look.

"Oh that's what this is?" I said with a glint of humour. "Perhaps I should just run away then?"

"You wouldn't get far!" Luc said with no hint of a joke. "I wouldn't let you out of my sight"

My breathe hitched in my throat. He sounded so carnal. So raw. I knew in that moment I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. I didn't care about the consequences. He pulled my legs off of the floor onto his lap and leaned into me, and I leaned right on into him back. Right on cue, my phone rang. I lifted my ass off the sofa to fish it out of my jeans and Luc's hand replaced mine in my back pocket. He started grasping my ass cheek making me breathe a little faster. 

"Hello" I said absent-mindedly into my phone, not bothering to check my caller ID.

"I know where you are, are you stupid?" came a shrill voice from the other end.

"What? How?" I panicked. I mouthed to Luc it was Sammie before getting to my feet.

"I've just had a phone call. You were seen going into his house. By now half of the year above knows that you're there and they're all going to make their own assumptions!" she chastised me.

"Sam, calm down. I can handle myself. Nothing has happened." I said rolling my eyes at Luc who smiled his super sexy smile. "People can make assumptions all they want, I don't really care. Half of them don't even know who I am!"

"Krist' I'm on your Bebo account. You have 47 new friend requests and 9 mails from people you don't have on there asking are you with Luc!" Sammie informed me. She knew my passwords and I knew hers, we were close like that.

My heart dropped into my stomach. Shit. 

"Okay, okay! I get it. But there's not a lot I can do about it now is there? Who saw me?" I asked wanting to kill whoever had told everyone I was here and praying that my sister wouldn't find out.

"Rio's brother, Lance." Rio was in our year and Lance the year above. SHIT. I completely forgot they lived just down the street from here. "Krist' just get out of there. He's not worth it." 

"Okay!" I said, willing her to shut up and willing him not to hear her. 

She hung up and I turned to Luc. "Everybody suddenly knows I'm here! Your buddy told them."

"So?" he said nonchalantly. "We aren't allowed to hang out together?"

"It's not so much the hanging out as your reputation, Luc." I said, bluntly. "Everyone knows what you're like, that you're not interested in a girl unless she's putting out for you."

"You listen to me." he said grabbing my face in both of his hands. "I want you here because you seem like a cool girl. Yeah I have tried my moves, you can't blame me. You're hot! But if you're really worried we can just chill out, talk, listen to some music." 

"Okay." I said simply, hating that the spark between us was no more. "So where are your family?" 

"My brother has an awards ceremony so my folks are gone to that. What about you? You have any brothers and sisters?" he seemed genuinely interested.

"Yeah, I have two brothers and a sister. Kris is ten years older than me, James is six years older than me, and Amy is four years older than me. I'm the baby so they're very protective." I smiled at the shocked look on his face at the mention of my protective brothers. "Don't panic, they'll never find out I'm here!"

"So, your friends are warning you off me then?" My breathe caught in my throat, then he smiled. "It's fine, I personally think she's jealous that I have you all to myself." 

Just then my phone rang again. Of course it was Sammie. I silenced it and put it down.

"The disapproving friend?" he laughed.

"No, my next date." I smiled playfully. He laughed.

"So you're that type of girl are you?" he smiled at me pulling my legs back onto his lap, getting comfortable as Neyo's Sexy Love started playing from the television.

"I'm not any type of girl." I retorted. "I'm my own person. I'm one of a kind."

"I can tell that for myself." he answered, staring at me. My phone beeped. I picked it up to read the message from Sammie.

"Is that the other lover you're going to meet?" he grinned cheekily with mischief in his eyes.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I teased sneakily. Just then he lunged for my phone as I held it high behind my head squealing with laughter.

I suddenly realised he was laying flush atop of me, and the laughter disappeared. Our eye's met and our lips came crashing together as my phone fell absently to the floor, forgotten. My hand went into his hair and his went to my ass. He moved on top of me fluidly, the hands of someone experienced... something that I wasn't so much.

His hands trailed around to my breasts and I arched my back to push them further into his grasp. He began pinching my already sensitive nipples between his fingers making me moan into his mouth. I could feel his erection poking into my hip as my legs were still across the sofa where his lap had been moments before. 

"Lets go upstairs." he breathed heavily.

"No." I breathed back. "It'll be too tempting."

He slowly moved his hands down to unbutton my jeans. I let him. He trailed kisses down my collar bone and over my breasts as he pulled them free from my cami. I let him. He gasped when he realised I was braless. He continued south, along my stomach and down to where my underwear were showing out of my open jeans. I let him.

He links his fingers into the loops of my jeans and tried to pull them down. I stopped him.

"Luc, we can't!" I panicked. He brought his face up to mine. 

"No sex if that's what you want... But lets just play a little. I can see you want me, and I want you more than anything right now. I knew I had to have you from the moment I saw you in school a few weeks ago. And then last week you were right in front of me, and I wanted you so bad! That's why I didn't phone you about my party. I didn't want you to see me in front of the guys. I wanted to spend time with you, to get to know you!" he reasoned. 

I looked straight into this boys beautiful green eyes and slowly lifted my ass off of the seat. In one fluid moment my jeans were on the floor along with my inhibitions. He stood and discarded his t-shirt, showing his perfectly toned abs. I sat up and ran my fingers over them as his hands tangled into my hair. I looked up into his eyes as I deliberately unbuttoned his jeans. They too joined the discarded items on his living room floor. 

His erection was perfectly clear in his sexy Calvins. And jesus was it big. My sexual experiences were limited to one guy but even I could tell that this was big. I trailed kisses along his happy trail whilst my fingers hooks into the waistband of his boxers. He stopped me and pulled me up so I was standing in front of him in nothing but my lace thong.

"You are driving me crazy!" he said into my mouth.

He turned me so my back was against his front. My arms over my head found their way around his neck as I slowly started moving to the sexy music emanating from his television. My ass pushing back into his erection. He pushed my head down until eventually I was bent over in front of him, my ass pointing up into the air so he could have a perfect view of my diamond and lace thong.

He took a step back to view me properly and I had honestly never felt so sexy. I slowly opened my legs and started to gently shake my ass, up and down, around and around, purely for his delight. I heard him let out a slow breath of air. I straightened up and did a slut drop right there in front of him and ended up stood flush against him, my back to his front. 

I let out a breathe of anticipation as I realised he no longer had his Calvins on and his big dick had ended up between my thighs. He started to move behind me, his arms reaching around to encircle me, his hands on his breasts. I started to move with him, slowly dancing around his living room naked. It was the single most erotic moment of my life. It was so new, and sexy. I had never danced with anyone like this.




Expect the Unexpected...



He turned me so I was facing him, and the blush crept up my face as the realisation of what I had just done hit me. He held my chin up.

"Do not be ashamed of that performance." he chastised me. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. You almost made me cum without looking at me!"

He walked me backwards until I fell onto the sofa and he fell on top of me, this time between my legs. I could feel the length of his erection pushing against my panties. He began kissing me again, his hands roaming all over my body. I reciprocated the appreciation. My hands found their way to his muscular back, slowly reaching down to his ass to give it a squeeze. He growled and bit my lip. He paused as my hands slowly made their way around his hips, to the happy member that was currently trying to poke its way past my panties to feel how wet my pussy was.

I ran a finger up the length of it and almost swore it took a whole minute it was so big. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Again my inner goddess was doing her happy dance that I could have this effect on this beautiful person who had more experience than anybody I knew. I gripped his member in my hand and slowly started to move my hand, up and down his long shaft, giving the head a squeeze now and again. He moved so he was laying next to me on the sofa.

It felt so smooth and long, but thin. I didn't know how this would ever fit into my tight little pussy, but I knew I immediately wanted to try. I was concentrating so much on pleasuring this big dick in front of me that I didn't even notice that Luc's hand was slowly trailing down the length of my body, to my happy area! He slowly moved my thongs to one side, looking to gauge my reaction, and when I didn't stop him, he slowly started to rub circles into my pussy, gasping at how wet I felt.

"Oh fuck, you are so sweet!" he whispered into my hair before pushing two fingers into my pussy. 

I gasped and my pussy immediately clenched around his fingers. He gasped too. His eyes burnt holes into mine.

"Kristy, I want to fuck you so bad!" he said, intentionally saying each word as if it was paining him.

I shifted next to him so that I was slightly higher than him and moved his dick to the slit of my pussy. He stiffened. I rubbed my pussy along his dick, clamping it tightly between its lips. It felt so good to me, too. I couldn't stop. His pubic hair was rubbing into my clit and it felt so good!

"Stop teasing me, please!" he pleaded with me. I nodded. I knew I wanted this.

He moved so that I sat straddling him, his dick still between the wet lips of my pussy. He looked up into my eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked, a pain on his face as if he was afraid that I'd say no.

I lifted my ass up in response and he angled his dick perfectly under my pussy before slamming it hard into me.

I let out a squeal of pain and delight as the biting feeling stopped and the full stretching feeling took over. He began to move in and out of me, like a machine. It was relentless, brutal, and exhausting. He just kept going and going, never tiring. I could feel myself beginning to exhaust as we'd already had such a big build up.

He sensed my tiring and moved. He stood, taking me with him, wrapping my legs around his waist, still inside me, and laid me carefully onto the floor, as if my weight was nothing to him. He then continued, pounding into me, hard and fast. I could feel a building inside of me that I'd never felt before. A slow aching deep in my stomach, spreading through my thighs, my legs, up over my body, slowly washing over me, but I was too exhausted to embrace it. 

Before I realised, I had been there for four hours and we had been fucking for three of them! But Luc was not tiring, he just kept going... It was amazing but my experiences were limited. I had no idea that I could orgasm and I didn't have the first clue on how to do it. I wasn't used to this and I was exhausted. I eventually took one for the team and turned him onto his back, staying inside me all the while. 

I decided I was going to make him cum now and there was nothing he could do about me. I clenched my pussy as tight as I could and saw the panic in his eyes as he saw what I was trying to do. I grinned and started moving, pulling him slowly out of me then slamming him back in. My ass bouncing and jiggling as I went. He closed his eyes and went rigid. I knew then it wouldn't take a lot... I kept going. I kept my tits close to his face and bounced my ass up and down onto his bi solid dick. Even thought I was tiring fast I didn't give up my relentless pace. I went hard and fast, clenching and unclenching the muscles in my pussy that seemed to be driving him wild.

He suddenly rolled me onto my front on the floor and got behind me. He fucked me from behind for about thirty seconds before pulling out and wanking onto my chest. His hot spunk spurt out all over my nipples and my chest. He took it upon himself to rub it in with his dick before laying next to me.

"Would it be too inappropriate of me to ask for a photo right now?" I hit him and he laughed. "I was only joking! But I would cut your head out... I'd just take it of your chest down... I promise!"

I was searching in me for a reason to tell him no but I just couldn't find one. It seemed fun.

"Fine." I said to his disbelieving face. "But I want to see your phone afterwards to make sure."

He got up to wipe himself off and returned with his phone and a towel for me. He made me push my tits together to snap a picture. Then he moved so he was by my feet and asked me to sit up slightly so he could get one of my pussy and tits. The final one was of his cock, pushed balls deep into my pussy as it was still rock hard! 

I checked his phone and they were fine. I asked him to send me copies, but he never did. I kissed him goodbye at the door, and that was it.

We didn't speak again as I found out that very same night he was seen at a party with another girl he had apparently been texting for a while. It suited me. He wasn't the type of person I wanted to settle down with anyway.

I was hungry for more experience...



Expect the Unexpected Ch. 02



By the time I had washed Chad’s cum out of my hair, he was long gone, but Paula and Amy were just returning from their shopping trip. Amy raced in, threw a couple of bags on her bed and was out the door, presumably to meet up with Chad. I wondered if, or when he would tell Amy about our little encounter. I was fairly confident that if he did brag about the time ‘Amy’s aunt had sucked him off’ that my denying it would be enough to render his claim a wild teenage fantasy.

Garrett, on the other hand, was another story. Would he tell Amy or Paula? And even if he didn’t, what must he think of me – a thirty-something, married, mother of two, turned cum-slut. I felt a nervous lump in the pit of my stomach as I anticipated what he would say to me when he got home from work and I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to him.

Paula quickly changed into her swimsuit while I mixed a pitcher of margueritas and we retired to our lounge chairs in the back yard. We spent the afternoon soaking up the sun, sipping our drinks and getting pleasantly buzzed. Our conversation, as it often does, eventually drifted to the subject of sex and at one point Paula made a comment about Chad’s beautiful tan and her desire to see his tight, white little butt.

I briefly wondered if she already knew about Chad’s and my escapade – perhaps Garrett had phoned her on her cell before she came home. Maybe Paula was trying to get me to confess to her.

Even though I was starting to feel a little drunk, I resisted the urge to confess my indiscretion to my older sister and as the conversation wandered away from the subject, I felt pretty secure that Garrett was my only worry.

We heard his car pull up shortly after five. Paula put her t-shirt and shorts on, over her swimsuit, and went in the house to greet him and start supper. I continued to lay out, enjoying the late afternoon sun but that nervous lump in my stomach returned.


A few minutes later Garrett came out with a fresh pitcher of margueritas and he had changed into shorts and a t-shirt. From the look of him, I presumed that he didn’t spend a whole lot of time outdoors. His arms were tanned somewhat, but his hairy legs were almost a brilliant white. Combined with his long, khaki shorts, slightly too-tight t-shirt and dark, wire-rimmed glasses he looked kind of nerdy.

When he and Paula were married he had been very skinny – too skinny in my opinion. Living the good life with a cook as spectacular as my sister, he had added a few pounds and actually looked pretty hot for a few years. Now, just over forty Garrett had developed a bit of a paunch but he still wasn’t what I would call overweight.

He settled into the lounger that Paula had vacated, took a long sip of his drink and looked right at me and said, “So how was your day?”

For a few seconds I considered the possibility that maybe he hadn’t seen anything after all, but then he smirked and said, “I see you found your top.”

“Garrett,” I said, glancing furtively at the house, “we need to talk about this morning, it’s not what you think.”

“No?”

“Well, maybe it is what you think,” I smiled, shyly, “but I still feel like I need to explain.”

“I’m listening,” he said, studying the ice in his glass.

“You haven’t told Paula have you? Or Amy?”

“Not yet,” he said.

“Please don’t,” I pleaded. “It was a mistake, a moment of weakness, temporary insanity – I don’t know what, but please can we keep this our little secret?”

“Are you going to tell Ben?” Garrett asked.

“Ohmigod, Ben! I hadn’t even considered him finding out.” I said. “Please, please Garrett, you can’t tell him of all people. You can’t tell anyone!”

“I can probably be persuaded,” he said.

I was in a panic. My heart was racing and in spite of the warm summer sun, I suddenly felt chilled. I needed to calm down; I needed to regain my composure – to get control of the situation, to . . . 

“What exactly do you mean, you can be persuaded?” I said.

Garrett smiled and turned to look at me. He squinted against the sun and it gave him a slightly sinister look.

“Well,” he said, “perhaps if you had something on me, something I wanted you to keep secret, then we would be at an impasse, so to speak.”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, cautiously.

“Oh I don’t know, exactly,” he said.

“I’m guessing you do,” I said.

“No, not really. I’m open to suggestion. I mean, Chad certainly seemed to be enjoying the, shall we say, ‘attention’ you were giving him,” Garrett said, “some of that appeals to me.”

“So you’re saying that if I give you - my sisters husband - a handjob, you’ll keep quiet about me and Chad?”

“Sure, I mean neither one of us will want Paula to find about the handjob, and by the way I saw more than just your hands getting involved. But yeah, I think that would be enough to keep me quiet,” he said.

“I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this,” I said, “but OK. As long as we both agree, it will be one time and neither one of us will ever say anything about it again. Not to Paula, not to Ben or Amy or anyone! We won’t even mention it to each other, agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“So when?” I asked.

“You’re going home tomorrow, right? So I guess it’s going to have to be tonight.” Garrett said.

“But when exactly,” I said, “and where.”

“You know what a sound sleeper Paula is,” he said. “Tonight after I’m sure she’s asleep I’ll slip down to your room and we can, uh, complete the transaction.”

“All right,” I said, hesitantly, “but make 100 per cent certain she’s asleep because I couldn’t bear the thought of my sweet sister finding me in a compromising position with her husband.”

“Listen,” Garrett said, “the last thing I want is to hurt Paula. Believe me, she won’t find out. I promise.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The evening passed in a kind of a blur. Paula made another one of her sensational suppers then the three of us rented a movie and shared a bottle of wine. Amy came home around 10 p.m. and came in to say goodnight. There was nothing in her voice or mannerisms that suggested that she knew anything about Chad and me. So far so good.

As soon as the movie ended, Garrett said he was tired and ready for bed. We all said our goodnights and headed for our rooms.

The effects of the sun, the marguerites and wine all combined to make me extremely tired. I climbed into bed clad in my panties and a t-shirt but I barely had time to think about Garrett’s and my upcoming rendezvous before I fell fast asleep.

When I woke up, Garrett was shaking my shoulder. The digital alarm clock on the nightstand said 12:03. I sat up sleepily and ran my fingers through my tousled hair.

“Ready for our date?” he said.

“I guess so,” I said sleepily. “Let me brush my teeth and go pee and I’ll be right back.”

I stumbled into the attached bathroom and closed the door. After I peed and washed my hands, I brushed my teeth and threw some water on my face. Then I ran a brush through my hair. I smiled to myself at the absurdity of the situation. Here I was freshening myself up in the middle night as I prepared to go out and make my sisters husband cum so that he wouldn’t tell my husband that I had done the same thing to my niece’s boyfriend. What was becoming of me?

I tried to imagine what was going through Garrett’s mind as he sat on my bed in his boxer shorts and undershirt, patiently waiting for me to come out and service him. Then I found myself wondering what his cock would look like.

For almost as long as I had known him, I imagined him being smallish in that department.

When he and Paula were first engaged, Paula told me that Garrett’s brother’s girlfriend had confided in her that his brother’s penis was the smallest she had ever seen. I asked 

Paula if it was a family trait and she’d said that no, Garrett was just fine. But something in the way she’d said it, the hesitation in her voice or something, had made me think that he wasn’t particularly well endowed. I guess I was about to find out.

When I came out of the bathroom, Garrett was sitting on the edge of the bed. The bedside lamp gave the room a peaceful ambience.

“Well let’s get this over with,” I said.

“Is that your idea of bedroom talk?” Garrett said, with a smile. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but you have to admit this is kind of weird, right? I mean, look at us, two mature, happily married people, sneaking around after midnight for some meaningless sexual gratification . . . for you anyway.

“If you’re looking for gratification, I’m certainly willing to reciprocate.” he said.

“No, that is entirely Ben’s territory, I said. “I’m sorry I can’t be more romantic about this, Garrett, but . . . I can’t. So, lose the boxers and let’s get this show on the road.”

He stood and pulled down his underwear, kicked them off, then sat down again. With the dim light and the long t-shirt he was wearing, I didn’t get a look at his ‘package’. 

I sat beside him on the bed, placed my right hand on his leg, and began gently stroking the warm skin on the inside of his thigh. Unlike with Chad or the guys at the YMCA I wasn’t feeling any level of arousal. This was strictly a utilitarian handjob, a means to an end. I wondered if this was how prostitutes felt.

Slowly my hand made its way up towards his crotch until I finally made contact with his manhood. To my surprise he was still soft 

“I expected you to be a little more excited than this,” I said.

“Well I am over forty,” he said, “so it takes a little the longer the second time.”

“The second time?” I said. His cock was starting to respond to my touch by thickening a little.

‘Um, yeah,” he said, a little sheepishly.”I didn’t want this experience to be over too quickly, and wine has a kind of ‘arousing’ effect on Paula, so . . .”

I quickly pulled my hand away.

“Ew!” I said. “You mean I’m stroking a penis that was just inside my sister?”

“Well, yeah, I guess so,” he said. “It’s not like I had time to shower or anything. This doesn’t change anything does it? I mean we had a deal right?”

“I guess not,” I said, reaching for his cock again. Garrett began to get hard rather quickly now as I stroked him and I could tell that not only was I right about his size, he also had a foreskin.

I felt a little self-conscious just sitting in their dimly lit guest room, matter-of-factly jacking off my brother but I was anxious to get it done and over with so I quickened my pace.

“Deb?” Garrett said, softly.

“What?”

“I was kind of hoping, expecting really, more of the treatment that Chad got.”

“This is basically all I did for him, Garrett,” I said. “But I guess I can kneel in front of you, if you prefer.”

“I’d like you to take off your top off, like you did for him,” he said. I hesitated and stopped stroking him. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t already seen your breasts and I’d really like to see them again, up close like this.”

I thought about it for a few seconds then decided ‘what the hell’ and I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he said.

“You have to take yours off too,” I told him and he did.

I knelt in front of him and resumed my stroking. The lamp light gave me a pretty good view of Garrett’s cock and although it was a little smaller than average – about 5 inches long, I guessed – it was reasonably thick and it was certainly hard. Considering this was his second time in a fairly short time span, he was certainly up for it.

Garrett had a pretty healthy crop of hair surrounding his cock and completely covering his rather large balls. While I stroked with my right hand, my left hand explored the tangled mass of hair and I gently massaged them and let my fingers stroke that sensitive ridge behind them.

“Uh, Deb?” Garrett said again.

“Mmm hmmm?” I said.

“This morning, with Chad you used your, uh, mouth on him too. I was kind of hoping . . .”

“It’s not enough that I’m giving you a handjob?” I exclaimed, sitting back on my heels. “You want me to give you a blowjob now! And with my sister’s juices all over it? No. No way. This is way out of hand!” I stood up.

“For Christ’s sake, Deb,” Garrett whispered. “Will you keep your voice down! Paula may be sound asleep, but Amy’s just down the hall.

“And don’t forget,” he added, “our agreement was that you would give me the same treatment you gave Chad. If you expect me to live up to my end of the deal, you have to live up to yours.”

I stood there glaring at him for about thirty seconds. Then, in resignation, I knelt down again.

“I don’t fucking believe this,” I whispered, surprising both of us with my profanity. Then tentatively I leaned forward and gave the underside of this cock a little lick.

I couldn’t taste Paula on his cock, as much as smell her. And for the first time that night I felt slightly aroused. I took his head into my mouth and sucked as I slowly pulled my lips upwards and off the tip. I opened up and sucked farther down his hot, hard prick and found that I was able to get most of it into my mouth. That was something I had never been able to do with any of the other cocks I had sucked in my life and I became determined to take all of Garrett in.

I came up for air then went down again, opening up my throat and I was pleased to find his five inches presented little problem. Before I knew it, my nose was buried in his pubic hair and I was overcome by the unmistakable scent of a woman.

The image of this juicy little cock sliding in and out of my sister’s moist pussy had an instant effect on me. I gripped the base of Garrett’s cock with the thumb and forefinger of my right hand and began to suck earnestly on the head while my left hand massaged my swollen cunt through my cotton panties.

I alternated sucking with long licks up the underside of his cock and some light flicks of my tongue around the head. 

Garrett moaned deeply and I suddenly remembered why he was so adamant about me going down on him. Paula had confided in me, a few years after they had been married that Garrett refused to go down on her, it was a hang up he had and he just couldn’t seem to get past it. As a result, Paula had stopped returning the favour and their sex life had settled into a comfortable routine of pretty standard sex in the missionary position.

For probably the first time in almost twenty years Garrett was receiving a blow job and it was in that instant that I decided that I wanted it to be one he would never forget.

I continued to stroke by well soaked pussy and with my other hand I returned to his balls. What he lacked in penis size he certainly made up for in his scrotum. It was positively massive. His balls were firm now and, I guessed, ready to send a substantial load of cum my way.

I stopped sucking and concentrated strictly on tongue work, varying the pressure and the speed and moving around the head and up and down the shaft. My pussy was making loud squishing noises now as I practically rammed my fingers back and forth between my legs. If Garrett heard the sounds of my self-pleasuring, he didn’t show it. He was pretty distracted by the variety of sensations that he was feeling for the first time in two decades.

I was approaching orgasm and so I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth again and in a couple of strokes I had it deep-throated again. The aroma of Paula’s pussy bombarded my senses again and it was enough to push me over the edge. Pulling my mouth off Garrett’s throbbing cock, I stroked him quickly with my right hand while my left hand massaged wave upon wave of orgasm through my entire body. Conscious of not waking Amy or Paula, I moaned as quietly as I could – more of a whimper than anything.

After what seemed like an eternity, my orgasm subsided and was suddenly aware that Garrett wasn’t too far off himself. Knowing that he would want to savor every second of it, I stopped stroking him. In fact, I kept both of my hands off of his cock and proceeded to lick at the head with only my mouth. His cock was bobbing around and it presented a bit of a challenge at times to maintain contact between tongue and cockhead but is served to subdue his impending release somewhat.

Then, I felt Garrett tense up and I knew that now was the time, there was no turning back. 

I gripped the base of his cock with my hand and enveloped most of it with my mouth then began to suck in earnest. I don’t normally swallow Ben’s cum when I blow him, although the thought doesn’t disgust me or anything. It’s just not one my favourite flavours. But at that particular moment I guessed that that was what Garrett would most enjoy, and I wasn’t really in the mood to have a face full of the stuff either.

I had him almost completely down my throat again when he finally came. The first shot hit the back of my throat and I felt myself gag a little. I backed off a bit, keeping just the head of Garrett’s throbbing prick in my mouth as several more jets of thick, creamy cum filled my mouth.

I didn’t swallow it right away. When his orgasm appeared to be over, I sat back and as he slowly opened his eyes to look at me, I parted my lips slightly and let his thick, viscous cum start to seep out and down my chin. With as sexy a smile as I could muster I slurped it back in and swallowed it with a satisfied “Ahhh!”. Then I used my fingers to pick up the bit that still clung to my chin and licked them off.

Garrett’s cock continued to throb and twitch in front of me, a little cum still dripping out of the tip and over the head. I grabbed it and gave it a good cleaning with my tongue then I stood, bare breasted in front of him.

“Satisfied?” I said.

Garrett reached out his hand and stroked my soaked panties with two fingers. I closed my eyes and revelled in the pleasure his fingers made me feel.

“I could hang around a while, until I recover, and maybe we could, you know, take our deal to the next level,” he said.

I smiled and removed his hand from my still-tingling pussy and shook my head. I grabbed my t-shirt and headed for the bathroom.

When I came out, he was gone.

True to his word, he has never it mentioned it again.