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I Lied

By: spiderman1



Some of this story is true.

My name is Ben Harris and this is my story.

Being married to Aiesah was exciting, frustrating and painful. Throughout our four years of marriage, somehow, I never felt married. Well, I felt married, she didn't. Aiesha was concerned about her figure, clothes, getting a green card, obtaining a masters degree and making a lot of money. I was never really part of the equation. Aiesah is 5' 4" with blond hair, small waist, flawless middle Eastern/Eurasian complexion, green eyes and a 36c cup. She has the kind of sexuality about her that makes men get primitive.

For her, sex was a weapon to be used to manipulate every male she came in contact with. I don't miss her personality. I do miss the way she could rock my world in bed. There was very little she wouldn't do and I loved her lust. I never felt any real affection or love from her. Now that I think about it, I can't remember her ever saying she loved me. It was not a term used in our relationship. Looking back, there never was a relationship. We just went through the motions. I had been living in an ice castle and never realized it. She never wanted slow passionate love making. She didn't want fore play. She wanted it hard and raw. The animalistic sex was plentiful. I often longed for the emotional intimacy she denied me. Aiesha never gave me a hug. She used my body and I used hers. The difference being that I loved her. She never loved me.

I was able to take care of her needs, but not a lot of her wants. I went into some serious debt trying. I'm a high school teacher. I make a decent living, but I'll never be rich. I did my best. There was no way I could hang with the country club set. It was not enough for her. The greedy bitch! When I met her five years ago, she was a nanny. I was immediately impressed with her beauty and intelligence. 

From the beginning, she was egotistical and selfish. I always saw more good in her than actually existed. I felt like a moth that was irresistibly drawn to the flame that would kill him. Don't ask me why. I guess I wanted to, needed to. Maybe, I was thinking with the wrong head. I wish there had been a way for me to keep the pussy and get rid of her.

So, the obvious question is why I put up with her manipulating, callous and deceitful ways for so long? Until recently, I never thought of myself as a wimp. Looking back, I guess I was. Somehow, I thought of my patience and tolerance as strength. I promised her father, in Turkey, that I would provide for and protect his daughter. It was important to me that I kept my word. 

I was raising twin sons from a previous disaster called a marriage and did not want to be divorced again. When I met Aiesha, all I wanted was a home and a woman to come home to more than anything. I guess I saw what I wanted to see until I had no choice.

"I really don't want to argue, Ben. It's over between us. You know that." She said, as she dressed to leave our house on a recent Friday night." I need to be with my friends.

"You mean your boy friend," I said.

"Don't get jealous. You know we can't stay together."

"I am not jealous. You said you wanted to pursue your own life four months ago. Why are you still here?" You being here does not allow me to get on with my life. My patience with you is finished."

"Don't worry, I'll be gone soon."

She looked stunning. Her full red lips, perfume and sexy black dress left little to the imagination. She was going to meet another man and didn't care that I knew about it. I had always been gentle and kind to her, but that was about to change. His disrespect for me and my sons was intolerable. I knew that I still cared about her. I also knew that I had reached my limit. Aiesah and her boy friend were going to find out that there would be a price to pay for their treachery and disrespect. My anger grew as I watched her. 

"I used to need you here! What has gotten into you? What did I do to deserve this treatment? Did you think I was going to tolerate this crap! Your social life has always been more important than your husband? I have put up with your shit for too long. You've been lying to me for a long time. I know what you've been doing. Tonight, I can't deny it any more. You treat me and my sons like crap." 

"You really bank on the promise I made to your father that I would protect you from harm. Somehow, my sense of honor and love for you has been turned against me. You have never helped pay a single bill. I supported you as you struggled to get your MBA and through a number of nothing jobs. Now that you've got yourself a big time job in an investment bank, I'm not good enough for you. Is that it?" I could feel my guts boiling.

"I hate being around your bastard sons. I hate it every time I see them. Every time you wrote a child support check, I wanted to puke. Now they are here and I don't want to be their mother. Besides, you have no sophistication. You're just a simple man who wants a simple life. I need more than you can give." She said, with an indifference and coldness that could not be ignored. She really thought she was somehow superior to me.

"Bitch, you have one week from today to get your stuff out of my house. If you and your possessions are not gone at that time, I will put it in boxes and set it on the street. After next Friday, you will not be allowed in my house. I will no longer be held captive by the promise that I made to your father. We are finished! I can't stand the sight of you."

I was glad that my sons were with my sister for a couple of weeks. They didn't need to be exposed to her another second.

She looked shocked. She was beginning to realize that I had changed. I was not going to take care of her needs any more. My stomach felt twisted. It felt like I had been gun shot. I hated myself for still feeling something for her. I wanted to hurt her. At the same time, I grieved for the love that never was, except in my mind. 

Despite my complete hatred of what she was doing and who she really was, I felt a strange bond with her. It wasn't love. That had been dying slowly for a long time. I felt sorry for her, even though she only deserved my contempt. I truly believed she would end up the victim of her own karma. Her treachery deserved none of my sympathy. "My sons are not bastards! I was married to their mother. Don't say that again!" I growled with menace. I've had enough of your disrespect. And when did you get to be the queen? I'd just like to know why do you hate them and me so much?"

"Their whore of a mother dumped them on you and you dumped them on me. You never have any money. You spend all of your time and income on them. I don't hate you. I don't know how I feel about you. Some part of me still cares about you. But, I don't love you, Ben. I need the finer things in life. I deserve that. I never should have married a man with children. I need a man who can give me his full attention." She said, picking up her purse. The only reason I married you was to get a green card and live rent free until I could arrange my life and when I needed your dick or anything else, you always said yes. Sorry dear." She said, mockingly. 

She had no idea that I was recording the conversation.

"You've got a lot of nerve calling somebody a whore. You are more of a whore than my ex ever was. I can't remember you ever trying to be in their lives. You haven't been a wife and definitely not a mother. The days of obliging you are over. From now on, you can take care of yourself. You are as plastic as the fancy cars and restaurants that you love so much. You knew from the beginning my ex left me in a pile of debt. I pay the mortgage, buy the food and every thing else. Did you never try to help me? Did you?" I said, raising my voice. "All you have done since I married you was spend my money. Why did you really marry me?" I didn't really expect an answer. "I don't have a lot of cash because I have paid your bills. You have never contributed one cent to this household. Have you ever been denied anything that you needed since we've been together?" 

"You have served your purpose. In a short while, I will have my green card. I have my education and now a great profession. I don't need you any more, sorry. I know that's cold. It's the way things are. I might miss your love making a little, but not much. His cock is bigger than yours." 

What was that about? She was driving the nail deeper. It took all of my martial arts training not to lash out at her. I wanted to wring her neck and throw her in the street. I decided not to let her bait me. 

"Did you ever love me?"

She looked at me with an evil grin, but didn't answer. I could tell she didn't want to set me off before she was ready to go. The look on her face was my answer. Then, I heard a car horn blow in front of my door.

"You are one sick piece of work. You're lucky I haven't thrown your ass in the street months ago, I said feeling sad and exhausted.

"Don't wait up; I probably won't be back tonight," she said sarcastically.

The door bell rang. The son of a bitch had the nerve to come to my front door. I opened it.

"Is Aiesah here?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "So you're the wimp who can't control his bitch." He said, brushing past me, entering my house.

Aiesha came down stairs and approached the door with a smug look on her face. She stood close to Sam. I found out his name was Sam Bennett. He was engaged to a rich, divorced woman, who had two kids. I wondered if Aiesah knew that.

"My loving husband just threatened me. He told me I have one week to get out. What do you think about that, Sam?" She asked her date.

I think I should kick his ass right now for upsetting you." He said looking at me.

I would like for you to try that, Sam, preferably in front of witnesses. It would be a shame to make your fiancée a widow before she was married. It would be my pleasure to punish you in front of witnesses and teach you some respect." I said calmly, with the smile of predator stalking his kill.

He had a confused look on his face. My confidence rattled his confidence. Aiesha's expression didn't change. She obviously already knew of Sam's impending marriage. I figured they had a plan to relieve his fiancée her of her funds, another scam. Those two deserved each other. I decided to screw up their plans.

"Never mind him, Sam. Let's go. I want him to sit here and think about you fucking me with your big dick."

I started to tell her to stay gone. I realized I need time to exact my revenge. A few more days were all I needed. I decided not to hurt him at that moment. He was not worth getting arrested for. Apparently, Aiesha didn't tell him that I am proficient in the Philipino martial art of Kali, the art of combat at close quarters. I wondered why. He was taller than me by about 4". I knew that made him feel over confident. It was hard to resist the urge to cut him down like a tree.

He leaned toward me and whispered. "Did she tell you that I fucked her in your bed?" He said, daring me to respond. 

Sooner or later, his ass was mine. I watched as his Lexus pulled away from the curb. I knew his name, address, telephone number and place of employment. He was her supervisor at her bank. I had collected a ton of their smutty emails and had pictures of them in various compromising positions in public places. Aiesha liked the thrill of being his submissive slut in public. I wondered what her father would say when he saw my pictures. 

I never wanted to hurt her. Her treatment of me and my sons was deliberately cruel. It was past time that I made sure she couldn't inflict any more pain on them or me. They were 4 years old. They could never understand why Aiesha didn't like them. I hated myself for exposing them to her poison as long as I did. They came to me full time a couple of years ago when their mother dropped them off and disappeared. It was difficult to convince them, it was not their fault. Aiesha's refusal to spend time around them turned into a good thing. I was able to devote my time in being the best father I could. My wife and her piece of crap boyfriend had to pay. It was not normal for me to be vindictive. I decided to allow my self the use retribution to assuage my pain. My lawyer would have the divorce papers in a few days. I know she thought she could abuse me forever. I was glad that I had nothing worth stealing except my house, a modest mutual fund investment and my eventual pension. 

I wanted the satisfaction of serving her before she could serve me. Strangely, I got the feeling she was in no big hurry for a divorce. Being married gave her the freedom to screw around without making any commitments. She was happy with the status quo, at least for now. Even though she would never admit it, she depended on my consistency and stability. She would leave with nothing but regrets. I knew she underestimated my resolve.

My plan was in motion. The next step was a visit to the Dept. of Immigration and Naturalization. I had an appointment with a Ms. Saunders. When I found her cubicle, I was awe struck. She was beautiful. No, more than that, she was stunning. I was expecting an over weight disgruntled bureaucrat. 

"Mr. Harris," she said smiling at me and extending her hand. "Please, have a seat. I understand you are here to report a case of immigration fraud. Is that right? She said smiling.

I didn't answer at first. I was lost in her eyes. Her raven black hair and big brown eyes and radiant smile hypnotized me. My body ached from not being with a woman for a long time. If I had to order the perfect woman, it would have been her. I could feel my heart rate increase. She awakened feelings in me that I thought were dead. I struggled to focus.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you.... You are much prettier than I expected. I hope I'm not being to forward," I said sitting down.

She blushed and looked down at her desk modestly.

"Thank you, Mr. Harris. I haven't heard such a nice compliment in a good while. Let's get down to the business at hand, Mr. Harris. Why are you here?" She said in her most professional voice.

I told her the whole story.

"My soon to be ex-wife Married me for the purpose of getting a green card. She never loved me and planned on dumping me when her plan was completed. The entire marriage was a sham, a fraud and I don't want her to get away with it."

"Do you have any proof of what you are saying?"

I took a tape recorder out of my pocket and several pictures. I played the tape. My face showed the obvious pain it caused. I don't know if I could use it in court, but it should make my point. I also have pictures of her having sex with her boyfriend in the parking lot of a restaurant and other places. They were not very discreet."

She looked at the pictures with a poker face.

"I think we have enough to proceed, Mr. Harris. We'll be in touch with you," she said standing up. "We take a very dim view of immigration fraud, especially since 9/11. Thank you for alerting this office." She sounded very professional.

"Now that we have the business out of the way, would you have dinner with me tonight?" I said with pleading eyes. I could sense her ambivalence. I could see her mind appraising the situation and me. "By the way, what is your first name?"

"Denise..............Denise Saunders."

"Glad to meet you. I'm Ben."

"Well, what do you say, Denise?"

"It is not good policy to take work out of the office."

"I promise not to mention anything about my ex. No business, tonight. I have not had a woman's company for a long long time, especially a lady as lovely as you are. Come on............it's just dinner. Even immigration officials have to eat. I promise to be a perfect gentleman." 

I waited for her response and hoped for the best. After a few moments of looking at my best smile, she said ok with reservations.

"Great. What time would you like me to pick you up?"

"If you could meet me in the front of the building at 5:30, we can have an early dinner. I'll call my sitter and tell her I'll be a little late. I can't believe I'm doing this. There is something about you that I trust. I don't know why."

"You won't be sorry. I promise," I said trying to control my enthusiasm. I felt like a teenager going on his first date.

I had time to go home, get cleaned up and be back in plenty of time. I realized for the first time in months, I felt good. 

At dinner, we spoke of many things. She loosened up after a while and I had the feeling that we had known each other a long time. We were both happy to be in the company of each other. She told about her divorce and her seven year old daughter, named Hanna. We talked about her love of cooking and hiking and I talked of my sons and my love of martial arts and motorcycles. We discovered that we were very different, yet compatible. I found myself wanting to hug her. I kept imaging her body pressed against mine with fiery passion in her eyes. She picked up on my distraction.

"What are you thinking? You have such a far away look in your eyes," she said, with affection, looking at me intently.

"I was hoping that you are having as much fun as I am. When I look at you, I get a warm feeling. I see passion and strength in your eyes. From the first moment I saw you, I felt a connection."

"I feel it too. What is happening here? We just met. I don't even know you. Maybe, we just better slow down."

"That sounds like good advice, very logical. But, I'm just going with the flow. If I get too carried away, please just tell me. I don't want to offend you or have you think I'm some kind of nut."

"No, actually I'm flattered. I never thought of myself as being that attractive."

"For the record, I think that every woman I see from this day onward will come in second to you." I couldn't shake the feeling that we had known each other before. Maybe, in a different life time we had been lovers. 

"I can't believe you."

"Look at my face. Do I look like I'm kidding?"

She didn't answer. The expression on her face said she understood.

"How do you feel about what your wife........."

"Soon to be ex wife," I interjected."

"Ben, how do you feel about her betrayal and manipulation?" Denise asked, changing the subject. I thought for a moment to collect my thoughts.

My face betrayed the pain that I thought I was past. "I feel sad, hurt and angry. My ego has taken a serious beating. I never had a chance to make her happy. I was set up from the beginning. I can't understand her need to disrespect me. Maybe, that hurts more than anything."

"Could be, there is nothing more to understand than what you see. She is what she is. You're a gentle, kind man. I know that in my heart. You don't deserve how she has treated you." Fortunately, Denise didn't see the other side of me. The part that I kept carefully controlled and reserved for when I needed it. "What would you like to see happen to her?"

"She married me to get a green card among other things. I think the only fitting punishment would be to make sure her ass gets a one way ticket back to Istanbul and nothing in the divorce." I said, clenching my fists.

Denise reached across the table and took my hands in hers. I could feel her energy and her compassion. It calmed me down. We spoke of what to do about Aiesha.

"How did your ex husband ever let you go?" 

"He didn't. I ran. He wanted me to be his punching bag forever. Unfortunately for him, I had other plans. When he struck Hanna, it was the last straw. I couldn't take it anymore. I left him and never looked back. That was three years ago."

"I'm glad he was such a fool. If he wasn't, we wouldn't be here and I would not be sitting here holding your hand." The thought of anyone hurting Denise enraged me. A small band started playing. They were pretty good. 

"Would you like to dance, lady. They're playing our song."


I Lied



"Really, what song is that?"

"Whatever they're playing," I said pulling her to me, beginning to sway to the music." The feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest and the scent of her perfume had a strong effect on Mr. Happy. I felt her relax and melt into me. When she felt my excitement, she looked at me a moment and pressed the heat of her womanhood against me. I thought I would have an orgasm right there.

"Don't worry about Aiesha. I'll take care of every thing tomorrow," she whispered in my ear as we danced.

I realized that I saw more than passion and strength in her eyes. I saw her soul and my future.

We kissed with gentle passion and held each other tightly when I took Denise home. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me. We both knew without speaking, the next time I we were together we would make love. I tore myself away from her. Trying to sleep that night, I kept seeing her face and hearing her laugh. I thought, could I be in love already? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that life goes on. Self pity and regrets are a waste of time and I had wasted enough time. I was happy.

When I returned home, Aiesha was in the kitchen sitting at the table.

"I'm glad you're here," I said, sitting across from her. "Friday is your last day. I will be home by 6:00 pm. Please be here. I have something important to say to you before you go. Will you do that for me?"

"Why don't you tell me now?"

"No, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. I will be glad to get my bed back. I've been in that guest room for a year." 

I went into the den to watch some TV. Twenty minutes later, Aiesha was standing in the doorway wearing the black lingerie I had bought her for our second anniversary. She looked as sexy as ever. I was angry with myself when my body responded. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she still had that power over me.

"Ben, you can have me if you want to. It's been so long. Tomorrow, I'm walking out of your life forever. Tonight, you can take me any way you want to for old times sake. I'm yours," she said in her most sultry voice. "I know you still care for me. I see it in your face. Could we forget all of our differences and problems for one night, please?"

I stood up and walked towards her, placing my hands gently on her face. She looked hopeful.

"I wouldn't fuck you with the dog's dick," I said pushing her face away from me.

A pained and confused expression crossed her face. I would remember that look forever. Her last attempt to manipulate and use me had failed. I didn't hate her. What I felt was worse. I felt nothing, numb, empty. I just knew that I needed to get away from her. To feel anything but revulsion would be to invite more heart ache.

I slept restlessly that night. When the sun rose my plan for retribution would begin. At 9:00 am, I was in my lawyer's office.

"Ok, Ben. I'll have your divorce documents today by 3:00. What else?"

"I want to sue Sam Bennett for alienation of affection or intentional infliction of emotional distress or something. I want him to pay. He didn't actually cause my marriage to fall apart, but I want him to pay anyway. I also want to sue the bank for not enforcing its morals clause in Sam Bennett's contract. They knew he was fucking my wife and allowed it to happen. I want to serve these papers personally today at 4:00pm. Can we do this?"

"I hope you're not planning on doing something stupid," said my lawyer. This situation might get really ugly. It is legal for you to serve the papers as long as there is a witness."

"I hope it does get ugly, I really do. It's better if you don't know what I'm planning," I said with a look of steeled determination. 

I arrived at Sam Bennett's office at 4:00. A clerk showed me where he was. I saw him leaning over a secretary, placing his face too close to hers. She was trying to put some space between him and her. He looked up in time to see me coming. As I walked towards him I slipped into the relaxed focus that I call combat mode. Sam was about to experience some serious pain. He looked worried, then defiant.

"What are you doing here, Harris?"

He was not going to wait long to get his answer. 

"I have some gifts for you," I said handing him a copy of my divorce papers naming him as the correspondent in adultery." He looked annoyed. Everyone in the office was watching. I handed him another document. "This document is a law suit charging you with alienation of affection causing the breakdown of my marriage. And this is a copy of my law suit against your bank for allowing this blatant affair to continue in full view and knowledge of your supervisors in violation of the banks morals clause of your contract." I gave him some of the explicit pictures I had of him and Aiesah. "Your boss really liked those pictures," I said with a smile.

"Is that it?" He was really angry now. I could see the blood rushing to his head. He could barely contain himself.

"One more thing," I said walking away from him and stopping. "Your fiancée should be receiving these papers and pictures right about now by messenger service. I guess she is not too happy with you at the moment. I think she might want her car back. Who is getting fucked now, asshole?"

When he started to rush towards me yelling, "I'll kill you!" I knew I had him where I wanted him. I smiled as he ran towards me with clenched fist. My day of retribution was at hand. The next several seconds seemed to move slowly. I waited for his attack and easily side stepped his charge sending two rapid punches to his liver, followed by a flurry of blows to his torso. Then, I drove my knee into his groin hard enough to lift him off the floor. This was followed by a slap to his ear which ruptured his ear drum. A sweeping backward movement of my leg took his legs away as a simultaneous palm strike broke his nose. He hit the floor with a thud. He wasn't dead, but I had seriously upset his day. Lucky for him, the blow to his nose was intended to break it, not drive the cartilage into his brain. I had considered that option.

As the fog of battle lifted, I heard clapping. It seemed to grow louder and louder. The secretary that Sam had been harassing was applauding. This was follow by more clapping. I seemed every woman in the office joined in and was happy that Sam got his ass kicked. Obviously, no one was shedding any tears for him. I stood there surprised by their support.

"Call the police and tell them to bring an ambulance," I said to the nearest secretary. "I think Sam over here has a bad headache." She handed me a slip of paper with her phone number on it. She whispered, "call me."

The police questioned me at length. They couldn't understand how so much damage could be done to Sam in less than six seconds. There were fifteen witnesses that said I had acted in self defense after Sam attacked me, threatening to kill me. Reluctantly, they told me to go home and that they would have some questions for me latter.

I felt good on the drive home. One of my tormentors had been dealt with. Now, there was one to go. When I arrived home, I called Denise and asked her to meet me at home when she got off from work. Aiesha showed up exactly at 6:00pm. She was irate.

"Ben, what the hell have you done? That scene you pulled in my office was humiliating. Everyone is the office is talking about it. I'll lose my job! You almost killed Sam. I never knew you could be so heartless and cruel."

"Cruel! You're calling me cruel? You fucked that dip shit in my bed and you're calling me cruel? You have one hell of a lot of nerve. He's damned lucky to still be breathing," I said trying to control myself.

"Who is this bimbo?" She inquired, finally recognizing Denise's presence.

"This is no bimbo as you put it. Denise is my very good friend," I said putting my arm around Denise's waist and kissing her on her cheek. "Denise works for the Dept. of Immigration and Naturalization." The look on Aiesha's face was priceless and she began to understand something was up.

"Why is she here?"

"I wanted her here to wish you a safe trip."

"Trip?............ I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh yes you are, I said opening the front door. Three men waited outside, two G man types and a short balding fellow. They came inside and immediately the short guy asked, 

"Aiesha Harris?"

"Yes."

"You've been served. These papers are suing you for divorce for adultery." He turned and left. That left to two men in black. Her jaw dropped. She looked at me then at them. She looked like she had just been sentenced to death.

They showed their ID and badges and said, "We have credible information that your immigration status in this country was obtained fraudulently. Please come with us, we have a few questions we'd like to ask you."

As she was escorted out, she stopped and turned towards me. "Ben you promised that you would never let any harm come to me," she said looking for my protection.

I hesitated a moment and looked at her with no emotion and said, "I lied." I closed the door on her and that chapter of my life forever.



I Like Big Butts



I love a good looking ass, not one of those things that are skeletal or without any flesh but something with curves and enough flesh to grab hold of as you push your cock deep into a steaming bowel as she cums with the pleasure and screams with happiness. To take a woman's anal virginity is something that is unimaginable, to seduce her and make her give you something she would never have thought to give you. To make the woman scream with pleasure as you fuck her in the ass and slap her on that lovely smooth curved flesh as she cums from that place deep in her body instead of from her cunt.

Let me tell you about one of my seductions, she was a pretty thing a little plump with brown hair and a cute face but she was a woman who looked like a woman full of curves and that wonderful softness that just begs to be fucked. When I saw her in her swim suit that black piece of cloth that was like a second skin. How I became hard as I looked at her butt covered by that soft black skin of Lycra.. It was magnificent wide and full of flesh and sensual. I knew she was a virgin there, there is something about a woman that tells you if she likes it in the ass. A way she holds herself and walks and moves.

Let me continue about my lovely little anal virgin. Don't think I was callous and cold I do not take lovers unless I care about them and want them. Always I am in love with them but what attracts me to them is their ass and perhaps the thought of taking them there for the first time.

We met at a bar and she was so shy as I bought her a drink and listened. For I think I do give as much as I take and if they don't have personality they are merely dolls. 

Slowly I seduced her made her my lover, learnt every thing she wanted in the way of pleasure. I taught her to love my cock between her luscious lips and swallow the cum I would feed her. Such a beautiful sucker, I would cradle her dark hair in my hands and stroke it ever more energetically as I pumped my cock between her lips. Then I was feeling the blessed release of cum shooting from my cock into her mouth sometimes though I would spill it on her breasts and rub the milky fluid into those beautiful full orbs and then lick the hard nub of her nipples in that expanse of brown skin encircled by her ivory breast.

I talked into shaving her cunt allowing me to see that gorgeously curved mound and the lips that were hidden until she was excited. Naked flesh that I would lick and suck exposing her clit and then making her groan and scream as I made her cum and cum with my gentle touches and kisses on the excited nub of her clit.

Even as I did this I would stroke and caress her fleshy butt and she would squirm ever more energetically as I played with her ass cheeks. I would open the cheeks and touch the firm muscles at her hole and she would cum so strongly with that play. Sometimes I would even slap her behind and though at first she complained when she felt more pleasure with her cuming she loved me spanking her ass as I licked her.

I taught her to love doggy that wonderful position as I would push my cock between her shaved lips and thrust it deep into the dripping cunt. Every move would let me touch and sometimes spank that wonderfully full ass as I made her cry with pleasure. Of course I would fuck her hard and deep and as I came over her lily white skin on her butt. My God it looked so lovely to see the cream over that virgin ass. 

I taught her the joy of a spanking as we made love, a few light slaps at first and then harder blows that made her white skin glow red. She took pleasure as she felt my dominance as she learnt how I could punish her as she took pleasure. For like many women she felt so in need of having someone dominate and punish her for her sinful pleasures. Pleasures that she wanted and enjoyed.

Often as I spanked I would slip my fingers between the lovely cheeks and touch the buttonhole that one day I knew she would let me enter. Let me tell you this woman loved the attention on her ass and it was so sensitive that sometimes she would cum as I stroked her flesh there, so she did not complain as I suggested her to wonder about my cock being pushed into her ass.

At first she did not even want to consider my cock in her ass but slowly and gently I tempted her as I made her cum as I played with her cheeks and between them. My cock would twitch as I watched that naked behind sway and move and I would lust as I imagined my cock at that back passage moving it back and forth inside her.

Finally after all my nagging she said yes but that she did not think that she would enjoy it. I smiled when she said that for so many women had told me that but almost everyone had begged me to fuck them there again and again. I will not boast but I am a most excellent lover and a very accomplished lover of the ass. 

I started that night with a romantic evening, candles, a nice meal and wine as I prepared her for our night when she would lose her anal virginity. I watched as she softened to me and was made ready for what was to come. For we had discussed what was to come often and she knew that I would take her ass that night.

I took her into my arms and kissed her softly and tenderly and led her to the candlelit bedroom. With firm fingers I stripped her clothes from her full figure delighting in her curves and I used my tongue as I kissed and caressed her naked skin. Hurriedly I disrobed and stood there naked above her nude body my cock extended and hard in my hand. 

As she looked at me I saw the fires of her lust in her eyes and I knelt between her open legs and gazed hungrily at her dew covered lips. Lips that I soon kissed and licked as my hands cradled her round breasts and I nipped and stroked her nipples feeling them harden with each touch of my fingers. 

Her hands held my head firmly to her shaved cunt as I licked along her clit and she came allowing her juices to stain my lips as she cried and groaned into the air. Yet even as I licked her and slowly stroked my cock with my spare hand, I was making ready for when I would thrust my cock into her tight nether passage. Even as I excited her with my lips I took both hands and stroked and caressed the buttocks beneath her dripping cunt.

Gently I turned her onto her hands and knees and now I massaged her back and worked ever lower until I was above her ass. Now was the time I thought as I dripped warm oil onto her backside allowing it to drip through the cheeks onto the towels I had spread across the bed. Watching the skin glisten in the candlelight my fingers massaged and parted the cheeks allowing me access to the tight buttonhole that I saw between them. 

Softly at first I touched and massaged the entrance to her anal passage with one hand as I stroked and massaged her wet cunt with the other. While I touched her she mewled with pleasure and the sounds grew louder and more insistent as I pushed harder with an oiled finger into her hole opening it to my intimate touch. I found and massaged her excited clit and felt her body shudder as she came with my passionate touching. With her cuming I pressed my finger until it slid through the relaxing muscles.

Once entered I slowly rotated my finger so that I opened her more fully allowing another finger slipped into that tight passage. As she opened to me she groaned with pleasure as I made her ass my own. No longer did I caress her cunt since she had thrust three of her own fingers into the hot hole and was fucking it energetically as I prepared her. 

Satisfied that she was as prepared for me as much as she could be I placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her ass hole and pushed at it slowly feeling the loosened muscle slip over the wedge. She released a sharp breath as she felt my cock push into her and I urged her to relax so I could enter her easily. Gently I would push and then relax noting that with each push I slipped a little more of the head into her hot passage.

Almost I was there I felt and then with a sharp thrust and felt my head slip into her body and then my whole cock push into her tight hole. As I breached her hole she let out a high sharp scream that was quickly followed by a sensitive groan as she felt her body shake with an pain that passed to a pleasure far stronger than any other she had ever felt before. Then she shook with an orgasm that shot deep through her body.

Later she would tell me that it was unlike any orgasm she had felt of her vagina. Desperately she rubbed at her clit that seemed to grow in size and sensitivity, orgasm after orgasm seemed to rip through her body until it seemed that there was barely a time she wasn't cuming. As she came I pumped my cock in and out of this tight virgin hole. I felt my cock grow excited and it took all my willpower to not cum in her yet. 

Each orgasm seemed to rip from the depths of her body. As my lover came and lost herself in the pleasure that smashed through the last vestiges of any inhibitions about my taking her anal virginity I continued to pump my cock in and out of her tight nether orifice. While I did this and felt her sobbing breaths she pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt which dripped and squirted with cum and juices. 

How tightly she seemed to grip my cock with each thrust into her ass. I felt her body spasm and release with each thrust I did and I felt each orgasm in her body and then later felt as she squirted cum from her dripping cunt. How hot and tight she felt as my cock made her open even more and as I thrust I would spank her ass gently and then harder making that lily white virginal flesh turn a dull crimson and then a bright red as I mixed pain with her pleasure.

For as I spanked her she felt harder orgasms and she would squirm so that my cock would feel more resistance to my thrusts. She screamed and cried for me to fuck her harder, for me to strike her ass harder.

I don't know how long I was fucking her ass until I felt the signs of my immanent orgasm but when it seemed almost to be ready I pulled my cock from that tight hole and stroking barely once saw a fountain of cream sail onto her fleshy red cheeks. Pumping my cock I made sure that each drop splashed onto that abused flesh and then rubbed it firmly into the skin thinking how beautiful it made her look.

Sated we rested until I took her by the hand and led her to a warm bath where I sponged her body and caressed her tired flesh so that we later made love in the water. So I took her in the cunt and she came softly and gently after the animal pleasures we had shared only an hour before. Gently I eased her spanked flesh as I rubbed soothing creams into her ass cheeks and into her distended ass hole. 

After that first time she would almost demand that I fuck her in the ass at least once a month. Yes fucking a woman with a big butt in the ass is truly a wonderful thing ,none of those skeletal hippy girls for me just give me a true woman with curves.



I Like Girls



I like girls...all kinds of girls...tall girls and short girls, long thin straight girls, and pleasingly curved girls, younger girls and older girls -- the ones we called Ladies, in the days when girls aspired to a bit of class. 

I like girls with generous bosoms that wobble when released and shimmy into place as the restraining bra is casually dispatched, settling into offerings that are richly laden and full of promise; or hard breasts that are narrow pointy, that sway while jutting out with a certain saucy impudence; or loosely sliding flattened-mounds of pancake boobs; or floppy little tits that jiggle in a most delightful way when she laughs; or tautly-rounded tits, perky tits with upturned nipples; firm, rubbery mounds which make two tidy handfuls, and feel warm and pleasantly pliable, even through layers of clothes; or flat-chested girls -- with hopeful titties emergent on maidenly nubile chests. And those fascinating nipples smiling at you; sensate, responsive nipples. Nipples that lie crinkled in quiet repose brushed into awakening. Nipple sticking straight out -- stiffened in excited arousal. Ones that are big and fat with wide disks of aureolae; or small and tight nipples; buttons of fleshy pink; dusky, pebbly-hard nipples; or protruding nipples of rich chocolate-ty brown. 

And I love legs, slender smooth and shapely legs, bare and stockinged legs, and legs sheathed in glossy tights; long and tall feminine limbs that wrap around to draw me in, and squeeze my thrusting body in lusty urgency; silken thighs that fall open, loosely parted to be stroked and kissed; legs in sleek nylons and steepled heels that define the splendid architecture of those sensuous feminine contours, irresistibly drawing the caressing hand.

And what beauty can compare to the elegant curves of a well-made feminine bottom? To visually caress those high-set domes, those shapely behinds, pleasantly plump bottoms, tight-cheeked young bottoms; to test the bouncy resiliency of twin mounds that judder and sway with carnal delight. The snugly-skirted behind, the tightly-packed seat of a pair of smooth silken panties and, of course, the incomparable splendor of a mature womanly ass.

I love their hair, long hair, short hair, and cropped hair, hair in soft waves, or masses of curls, or straight, smooth sheets of fine-spun silk; all colors and tints and hues of hair. And a woman's eyes: eyes that when they look at you, with that fascinated look a woman can give to a man, makes you feel that you, and you alone, are the only man in world.

I thrill to the feel of a girl's soft warm body squirming under mine, writhing beneath my hands as she wallows in hot lust, helpless before the passion I've generated in her super-sensitive body -- every nerve resonating, tingling with electrifying pleasure. I want to explore every mound and curve and crack and crevice, using lips and mouth and tongue to savor those delicious contours, to bury my face in her perfumed hair, to sample her tastes and smells, to drown myself in that musky odor of moist feminine arousal. And I love to hear her whimpers, the moans and cries of passion, hot-breathed whispers urging me on, tiny pleas begging me not to stop -- never, never to stop. 

But most of all, the thing I like about girls, is that each and every one of them is novel, unique, and fascinating, and they never seem to really know, just how simply wonderful they are.

The End



I Like It



Tony called me and asked me to come over and drink some cold beer. He also wanted me to bring the beer. I didn't really feel like it but I said yes anyway. He had just gone through a divorce and wasn't handling it too well. I had been divorced nearly two years and knew what he was going through. Besides, I didn't get out much since the divorce and I didn't want to become a hermit. I stopped at the store and picked up two cases of beer and all the required food that went along with it.

He lived in a new subdivision not too far away from me, so it didn't take long to get there. I liked driving through his area because during the summer you could usually see some nice women out washing their cars and mowing the lawns. However, lately, I hadn't been that interested in looking. Maybe I had seen enough of them. I pulled up in Tony's driveway and saw him talking to his neighbor. She had a little, black one-piece bathing suit on. She sure did look good, standing there with water still dripping off her. That just reminded me that I hadn't had sex in such a long time it was pitiful. I guess she had just gotten out of the pool. I saw her smile and turn around to leave before I could get out of the car. Tony came over to help me carry the beer and I asked him what was going on, with his neighbor, but he didn't answer.

We went in the house and it was so clean I had to ask him if he had a maid come in. He laughed and said no and that he would give me his secret on cleaning later. He put the beer in the refrigerator and brought one into the den for both of us. Turning the TV on he handed me a beer and sat down in the chair across from me. Nobody said much until after we both had drank four beers. I hadn't had anything to eat all day so I was feeling the beer, already. However, it was already starting to get dark so I didn't worry about eating. The movie was almost over. It wasn't a bad movie. At least it had Jamie Leigh Curtis running around in a leotard the entire movie. This again reminded me of my no sex predicament.

Like I said we didn't talk too much until the beer had pretty much hit us both and the movie was over. After the movie, Tony said he was hungry, too. So we made some sandwiches and went back to the den to eat. He said he had another movie he wanted me to watch. Warning me that it was a different kind of movie as he put it in the VCR. I didn't pay too much attention to him because the sandwiches tasted so good, and I can only concentrate on one thing at a time. Before he put the movie all the way in the VCR he stopped and said he had to go to the bathroom first. So I wolfed down the rest of my sandwich and beer, got another beer out of the refrigerator, and sat back down just as he came back into the den. It was dark in the den by then but I could see that he had changed to sweat pants and an old bulky sweatshirt. I saw, when he sat down, that he also had on black socks, which made him look nerdy. However, before I could say anything he curled his legs up underneath him and I couldn't see his feet anymore.

I could tell by the music on the tape when the VCR started that this was going to be one of those hokey low budget X-rated movies. And it was. The movie featured two lesbians that were always dressed in tights and leotards when they did have clothes on. It was supposed to be taking place in some kind of a dance studio. There were men dressed in tights trying to learn to do some kind of modern dance steps. Nevertheless, it seemed like every time they would try to learn a step they would end up having sex with the women and eventually with each other. Usually that kind of sex doesn't appeal to me but it had been so long since I had sex I found myself getting excited. That plus the six or so whiskey and cokes that Tony had made for me on top of all the beer had really made me horny and drunk. By the time the movie was over I didn't know if I would be able to get of the love seat much less drive home.

Tony picked up the remote and started rewinding the tape. I got up to use the bathroom. I was bouncing off the walls all the way but I finally made it. I heard Tony say he was going to watch the movie again. I yelled back that was fine with me. Although I was pretty drunk I noticed I still had an erection so I must have like the movie. When I came back to the living room it was so dark I bumped into where he was sitting. I felt around trying to figure out where I was and I touched Tony's leg. His leg felt so smooth for the sweat pants he had been wearing, but I didn't think anything about it, then. Between the darkness and me being drunk I decided I would be better off if I just sat down next to him on the couch.

After I sat down he finally turned the VCR back on and there was at least enough light from the TV to see where I was. Only when Tony put both his legs up on the couch did I notice that he didn't have sweat pants on anymore, he had a pair of black tights on. I didn't dare say anything and neither did Tony. However, I couldn't take my eyes off his legs. For some reason, I wanted to reach out and touch the tights, but for the moment, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I tried to see if he had anything else on under his shirt but it was too dark to see. I finally managed to get up and get some more drinks. I made myself two and sat back down on the couch next to him.

After I finished my drinks, I started to ask him what was going on. I turned to look at him and saw that he was already looking at me. Finally, he started talking. Tony asked me not to think he was a queer or anything like that until he finished telling me everything. He was so drunk his speech was slurred and it was difficult to follow what he was saying. He admitted his wife had divorced him because he liked to wear women's clothes. "Just pantyhose, tights and leotards," he said, "nothing else. His wife had caught him working out one afternoon dressed in tights and she could never get over that or even understand why he did it. She told him he would have to either stop wearing the clothes or she would leave. He told her he didn't want to stop, so she left. By the time he finished telling me his story he was crying.

I was so drunk I didn't know what to say. I asked him how long he had this fetish and he said as long as he could remember he had liked to wear tights. He really didn't know why except that they made him feel good when he put them on. I had always liked to see women wearing tights and leotards and there is nothing better than seeing a women with a pair of pantyhose on, but what I said next even shocked me. I told him that if it made him feel so good maybe I would try it. I thought that maybe me having said that it would just make him feel better. However, before I knew what was happening Tony jumped up off the couch, went to his bedroom, came back out, and threw something in my lap. I could barely see what it was, in the dark living room, but I could tell it was a pair of tights and leotard.

He told me if I was too shy to change in front of him to go in the bathroom and change. I just looked up at him standing there. I noticed that he had taken off his shirt and finally saw that he did have a leotard on. Strangely enough, he looked good standing there dressed like that. I really didn't know what to do but with all the alcohol I had to drink, I couldn't think of anything that would stop me from putting the tights on. So off I went to the bathroom to change into what he had given me. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, after I had changed, I'll have to admit I was excited by the way I looked wearing the tights and leotards. Moreover, Tony was right, they were so tight they felt great. I longer I had them on the more of an erection I got.

Thank goodness the light was still off when I walked back into the living room. Tony was still sitting on the couch and sat down next to him. When I sat down the leotard pulled tight on my crotch and I felt like I was going to have an orgasm, so I couldn't move until that intense feeling left. We both must have looked like fools, that night, sitting there on the couch dressed in black leotards and tights.

The rest of the night we just sat there and drank a few more drinks. I don't know how we did it but we managed to drink a lot more. Tony and I just talked the rest of the night. He told me about how he had first found out he liked to wear the clothing we had on. The more we sat there and talked the more comfortable I felt and by the time we went to bed I knew I was hooked on wearing the same thing, too. I still didn't know what to think about myself but I'd worry about that later.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch before Tony did because I woke up the next morning still on the couch with a blanket over me. I knew immediately that I was going to have a bad, bad hangover. My head was pounding, so I tried to get up and get some aspirin. I sat up on the couch and as I swung my feet to the floor, I saw my feet sticking out from under the blanket. I tried to remember when I had put black socks on. Then it all came back to me. I was still wearing the tights and leotards. My head hurt so bad I couldn't wait so I tried to not make any noise and sneak in the kitchen. As I walked into the kitchen I looked down at myself in the tights and to my surprise I still felt good about putting them on. I still can't tell anyone why but they just feel good.

I took the aspirin, turned to go back to the couch, and was startled to see Tony standing there. Yes, he was still wearing his tights and leotard, also. We both just stood there and looked at each other for a few seconds until he asked me if I was still sure I didn't think he was a queer. I just stood there looking down at myself then up at him and just laughed. I walked past him and sat down on the couch. He said he was going to take a shower. "Me too," I said. The last thing he said before he went into his bedroom was for me to not be in any hurry to leave today. I told him I wouldn't. I didn't want him to know but I still felt silly dressed like I was but it really felt good and I didn't want to take them off.

We both finished our showers and I decided as I was drying off, looking at the tights, that I would put them back on. I only hoped Tony would do the same thing. He did. The rest of the day we just sat around in our tights and leotards and talked. We didn't touch each other nor do anything else. Maybe that would come later. Nevertheless, for then, it was just enough to sit around and feel good. And we did feel good. Black is my color.



I Like It



"I like it, John... I like it very much," my sister said, shocking me out my concentration.

Jan appeared out of no where, not quite daring to enter my inner-sanctorum, my place of shedding the world, while indulging in artistic endeavors. At least, what I thought was a budding artistic talent. "What the hell... what you doing down here?" 

Jan had quietly entered the basement stairway and sprung herself on me as I was finishing up my latest rendition... a pencil drawing of my penis. My semi-erect penis, held in that state by my focused attention on it and rendering the drawing...

I had long ago, gave up trying to admonish Jan for her indiscretions. She was 18 now and had made it plain, nothing I had was sacred, not even my body. She had never shown but a passing interest before, other than the shock value, and always went away laughing at the continual embarrassment she caused me. Today was different somehow, for both of us.

Rising from the steps, where she had sat to surprise me, Jan came down the remaining few steps and walked over to me. She placed her hand on my shoulder, made her statement and while scrutinizing my drawing, made it very plain she was also looking at my semi-hard penis; obviously, checking for accuracy in what I had drawn!

Smiling down at me she asked, "What made you decide to draw yourself?"

My anger subsided, at what I thought was a sincere question, and remarked, "Just an idea, I guess. I've drawn a lot of nudes and busts and the idea just came to me, OK"

"Ya... I'm impressed. You've captured the real you, that's for sure!" she commented and bent down to plant a, sisterly, kiss on my cheek... "Keep up the good work. Maybe I'll have a famous brother some day!" squeezing my shoulder, she turned to leave.

I was in absolute shock. I hadn't bothered to cover my exposed cock and I had sat there talking with my sister... as she looked at me! But most of all, she had done nothing to really embarrass me further... she'd been, almost, nice for once! "What the hell was that about?" I wondered, as I watched her recede to the stairway, her cute, tight, ass wiggling ever so slightly...

"Oh... by the way, mom told me to tell you that she and dad would be leaving soon. She wants to talk with you before they go... you might want to put that big cock of yours away before she comes down!" Jan said in passing, adding, "after they're gone you can bring it out again...I really don't mind!" and giggled as she started up the stairs.

"Shit, there it was!" She just had to add something to embarrass me..."Damn sister anyway!" I thought to myself, as I watched her slowly walk up the stairs, while keeping her eyes focused on my enlarging cock.

I quickly composed myself, putting away my latest rendering of "penis, a-la-John", and cleaned up the desk area, as I heard the distant voice of mother, giving Jan her final..."and you'd better behave, or else!" talk. 

"John! Come up here...now!" my mother screamed at me.

"OK, I'm on my way." I called back to her, and rose from my desk to receive my "instructions" and, final words of doom, before the parents left. I delayed enough to make sure my cock had calmed down to an unnoticeable size...

"What's up ma?" I asked, topping the basement stairway, as if I had no clue..." Jan said you wanted to talk to me."

"Sit down son." my mother directed, pointing to a kitchen chair, directly opposite of Jan... "Your father and I are leaving for Clarkston, shortly. We'll be gone all weekend and possibly a few days this coming week too, if things don't work out. You... are in charge." she informed me, much to Jan's disgruntlement.

"MOM... that's not fair! I don't need a "baaaby sitter!" Jan pleaded, with a pouting and hurt look on her face.

"Shut up Jan." mom said, never really taking her eyes off me, and finished with...

"John's in charge, period. I said nothing about babysitting, but I'm sure I don't have to remind you two who's ass it will be, if any horseshit goes on around here, while we're gone, do I?"

Jan turned towards me, lifted her leg and placed her foot squarely in my crotch... she began massaging my cock and gave a me a sneer, more for show and mom's benefit than anything. All the while thinking, I'm sure... she would embarrass me again! 

"No mam...I understand." I replied and sat there, glowering at Jan, as she had her little fun.

"Oh... and one last thing, I told Jan she could have a few friends over, but no GOD DAMN PARTIES!... Have I made myself clear?" she snapped at both of us. We nodded our compliance and I asked,

"Are we through now?"

"Yes... give me a kiss." and that ended the, "you better or else", talk.

Jan slowly removed her foot from my crotch, apparently pleased, by the look on her face, in that she had succeeded in giving me a hard on. She gave me a coy little wink and before I could react, jumped up shouting out, "Mom, we'll give you a hand loading the car!"

I shot Jan a "you little bitch" look, as she started to laugh and stuck her tongue out at me, running towards the door.

"Never mind... your father already took care of it. Bye... we'll see you in few days", she called back the answer. 

I got up from the table and walked to the window, watching the car as it pulled out of the driveway... "Jan... one of these days I'm gonna beat your sweet little ass!" I said, to no one in particular, as Jan had already taken off for her room. The thought actually started to excite me, I mean the thought of spanking Jan's bare, tight, ass seemed very erotic to me, in a sick sort of way.

As I retreated to the basement, my mind launched into visions of Jan, and I began to wonder at what point had she started to flower into the gorgeous woman she was? It seemed like it was an over night transformation and it scared me a little.

Jan had reached a very nice height of 5-10, during some time, when I wasn't looking, I guessed. She had developed breasts that were surely going to follows mom's in stature and fullness, but their growth to this point had created firm, melon sized tits, capped with perky nipples, that to me, always seemed to be looking up... straining to further enlarge her melons with every passing day. Athletic minded, Jan's body was firm and tight, without being overly muscular and her tits gave way to a flat tummy, and budding hips. Her perfectly round and totally touchable ass rode above legs that, even, I found incredibly long for her body. She was a doll, a very sexy doll, and she knew it. 

Jan never developed a streak of modesty, either. Wearing a bra and the tiniest bikini underwear, or what she passed off as underwear, around the house when we were alone made her day... she knew it always had an effect on me and the only thing that delighted her more was for me to see her naked. Of course she always feigned embarrassment and always screamed out in shock, but it was the way she never really covered up totally, or if she did, covered up slowly and deliberately... watching me as she did so. 

"That's my sis... a real ravin' beauty that loves to torture her brother." I thought, chuckling to myself, as I cleared the last step and turned for my sanctorum. I put the finishing touches on the penis rendering and filed it away, smiling to myself at how well it had turned out. Not an X-rated drawing, but a life drawing, of body, that made a statement of sexuality and realism. As I finished patting myself on the back, I heard Jan call down from upstairs...

"Goin' to Cathy's house... be back after while. Luv ya." was all she said, and I heard her footsteps falling away as she left the house.

I looked at my watched and jumped up quickly, remembering I had promised to meet Fred, a friend of mine, this morning. Fred wanted help on his newest car project and I had volunteered, in a drafted sort of way. I checked my desk, for the last time... everything was put away and I left the house for Fred's place.

It was several hours later, when I returned, a little dirtier than when I left and feeling no particular pain after helping Fred polish off a 12 pack... feeling a little guilty, for drinking beer (ya right!), I headed up stairs for a shower. Jan wasn't home yet, I had the house to myself, and I was happy for the peace and quiet... no telling what the little minx would be up to later. 

I took a long, hot, shower and felt no small pleasure at the water running down my body. I lathered slowly and found myself thinking about Jan for the second time today. My cock started to rise as my thoughts turned to Jan's surprise visit, I wondered if she would ever pose for me..."You sick bastard!" the words came to me, like a slap in the face... "What the hell are you thinking, anyway?" 

And suddenly, a vision came to mind of mom and dad walking in on me drawing Jan in the nude! It was certainly enough to put a damper on the nice erection I was enjoying! I finished up and toweled myself dry, combed my hair and left, wrapping the towel around my waist.

Still partially erect, my cock felt like pendulum, as it swayed back and forth with every step I took. It felt good and I enjoyed the added action as I walked down to the kitchen. Stopping, I grabbed one of dad's brews, from the frig and headed for the basement, laughing quietly to myself about the previous thoughts, when I heard voices...

Low and hushed, they came from the basement. "I told you he was good! And look at this, I caught him this morning drawing his cock!" and with the words, low giggling came to me. I stood at the top of the stairs and listened further...

"God Jan... he exaggerated this right? I heard Cathy's voice ask.

"Nope, not a bit!" I heard Jan reply, almost like she was proud of her words. "I looked right at his...dick, ya know and I looked at the drawing too... he drew what was there, that I can say for sure!" 

"No fuckin' way Jan! You stood here looking at your brother's cock and watched him draw? How fuckin' awesome is that!" Cathy said excitedly.

"I know...I know! I wanted to touch him soooo bad!" I heard my sister tell Cathy and I almost slipped down the first step.

"Has he ever seen you naked?" Cathy responded slowly, apparently shocked at what she had just heard.

"Well... I have, sort of, let him a few times, you know what I mean? It used to fun watching his face, but now I just want to see his cock grow and how hard he gets!" Jan came back, as Cathy giggled.

I'd heard enough and started down the steps, smiling as I heard the girls scrambling, trying to put everything away... "So...ladies, to what do I owe this honor? I mean the snoopy little visit from my sister and friend!" I said with brotherly scorn.

"I..we...I just wanted to show Cathy what a good artist you are, that's all!" Jan stammered.

"Oh ya!... and you really are good, John!" Cathy quickly piped up in Jan's defense, as I rounded the stairway wall. Stopping short of the girls, I put my arms across my chest and forgot about the towel I wore.

I planned to lay into them real good, but figured I'd never pull it off. I felt too flattered over what I had heard and their shocked faces were almost enough, when I noticed the shock look turn into wide eyed, hand over their mouths, expressions...

"What?.. I'm not going to bitch at..." and stopped, as I saw them pointing, in unison, at my towel. My cock, now half erect, was peeking out of the towel, as if wanting to see what all the fuss was about.

"Jesus Jan, you weren't kidding!" Cathy mumbled and grabbed my sister's hand. 

"Ah Chirst!" I blurted out, grabbing the towel to cover my protruding dick. "Crap, just when I thought I had her for once!" I thought, as my face heated up, turning red..."Embarrassed the hell out of myself... and in front of her girlfriend to boot!" I finished my thought... and tried to go on...

"Hey, look girls. That was an accident." I said sheepishly and added, "Perhaps Cathy should go. I think you and I better talk Jan."

"Ya, Jan, maybe I should." Cathy said, staring at me. Cathy gave Jan a hug and slowly walked past me, never taking her eyes off my towel, that was now sticking out, in a tucked over sort of fold, held aloft by my fully erect cock. "Call me later, OK?" she said, turning the corner and walking up the stairs..."Oh ya, nice seeeeing you, John." and giggled her way to the top.

"Jan, I don't know wha..." and Jan cut me off.

"Don't say anything, OK? I know you're embarrassed, but God really John, I'd be damn proud of that thing, if I were you!" she said, walking up to me. Rising up on tip toes, Jan put arm around my neck and leaned in, pressing her tits against my bare chest and hungrily sought my lips with hers. As her tongue darted in and out, playing with mine, she dropped one hand and sought my cock. She squeezed me gently. Pulling away, scant inches from my lips and breathing heavily she said...

"You heard what I said to Cathy, huh?"

Looking into my sister's eyes I could only nod, as I tasted her lipstick, with my tongue...

"There's more to it... much, more to it, than I may, ever, tell her." Jan said, looking down, as she ran her finger tip in circles around the head of my cock. 

"I can't tell you how long I've waited to do this. Or, how excited and wet I am, at finally being able to feel your cock and tell you about it." She said, with a look of wanton desire in her eyes.

Absolutely stunned, I could only watch as Jan bent down and placed a wet, slow, kiss on my cock. Rising, she let her hand trail slowly off my throbbing member and turned for the stairwell adding...

"I'll see you tomorrow...you might be over the shock by then and we can talk... OK? I really do love you brother, goodnight." blowing me a kiss, as she walked up the stairway.

In the short time she held on to me, Jan had managed to nearly make me cum. My cocked throbbed and ached for her touch, long after she had gone... it was a very long and restless night. A night filled with erotic images of my sister and nightmares of our parents walking in to find me buried deep inside Jan's pussy...

Morning came, finally, and I awoke feeling like I had no sleep at all. I went to the kitchen started coffee and retrieved the morning paper, while I waited for the coffee to brew. 

It was a great day, the sun was shining, and I hoped that having coffee on the deck would bring me out of my stupor. I filled my cup, grabbed the paper and walked out on the deck, only to find Jan sun bathing. 

"Great, that's all I need this morning!" I thought as I sat down at the table. 

"Hi!" she beamed up at me. "Did you sleep well last night?" She added, with a little giggle.

"Good morning." I said sullenly, and tried my damndest not to look at her. What can I say, I'm weak, I had to... Jan lay directly in front of me. 

Lying on her belly, legs spread, as far as the lounge chairs would allow, giving me a perfect view of the scant, thin, material stretched across her pussy. 

She had obviously applied oil to herself, as her, already, tanned, young, body glistened in the sun. It was at that point, I noted her bra top, lying on the deck next to her... she was "gloriously stunning", what can I say!

I refocused on the paper and tried to forget what I had just looked at, when Jan spoke up...

"Hey, I had a long talk with Cathy last night." and I felt my heart do a quick restart, damn near choking on my coffee.

"Oh really? And... what's up?" I said a bit too shakily, never moving my eyes from the paper.

"Weeelll... dear brother... we both think you're a great artist and we want to pose for you!" Jan blurted out, and turned to see my reaction, exposing her tits.

I slowly looked over the top of my paper, eyes wide, and caught Jan's breasts jiggling from her quick turn and a very large grin on her face...

"Ya, we'd love to do it for you!" she went on, and winking at me, rolled back over to resume sunbathing.

I returned to my paper and after a considerable pause, I replied," We'll see... thanks for the offer." 

I heard Jan sigh, heavily, at my response, and I imagined she was a bit disappointed at my lack of enthusiasm. As I read, I heard Jan get up. 

Never looking up, I listened to her bare foot steps, as they told me she was heading for the house. "Wheew, that was a close one!" I thought, hearing the patio door close behind me.

I slowly placed the paper on the table, raised my cup to finish the last of my coffee when an electric shock, of sorts, went through my body, as if I realized for the first time, just what the "light bulb" above the cartoon characters head meant...

"My God, just what else had Jan confided in her little, busty, friend, Cathy?" I sat, almost paralyzed thinking. Slowly, I rose from the table... not sure if my legs would work, and headed for the house. It was time to find my sister and know all of the facts, like it or not.

I found Jan's bikini bottoms lying on the floor, just inside the door, and shuddered mightily at the thought of finding Jan totally nude and looking to repeat last nights adventure. I said I was weak, right? Welll... I felt my penis stirring and it was no great surprise to me that it started to rise, as I called out Jan's name... 

"Jan! Hey sis, where you at?"

"Living room!' came her reply back.

I stepped through the living room doorway and found, to my relief, Jan lying on the couch, watching TV... dressed, all but scantily, in a sheer white, silk, slip. 

Brother or not, she was a beautiful site, I had to admit. Without realizing it, a low whistle escaped my lips and I was greeted with a sultry gaze from Jan's, beautiful blue eyes. 

"I take it you approve." She said, licking her lips and then laughing softly, "Yes, what can I dooo... for you?" a bit too drawn out on the "do" portion, of her question.

I swallowed hard and proceeded into the room, hoping my shaking legs wouldn't give my thoughts away and destroy my resolve. 

"Jan... I was wonder about something... just what else did you and Cathy discuss, last night?" the words coming out slow and unnatural, to me. 

"Gee...I don't really remember. Let me think." She said looking at me, and placed one finger along side her face, tilted her head and acted as if she was pondering the meaning of life. 

I could see she was enjoying my discomfort, at her delayed response, when she added, "Oh God, come over here and sit down, K?"

I walked, dazed, towards my sister, as my mind raced, "Oh God, Oh God, this ain't good...this ain't good at all!" and I finally got the words out of my trembling lips, 

"Gloria! For Christ sake! What did you tell her!" I shouted.

"Sit down John, before you fall down! I'm getting to it." She said patting the couch next to her. I did as she asked, but nearly fell, as my knees buckled, and a look horror spread across my face, much to Jan's amusement.

Jan reached out and slowly slid her hand under my morning shorts and began caressing my inner thigh, dangerously close to my cock, and said, 

"Weelll brother, we talked about a lot of things. I told her you had gotten really mad, after she left. So mad, in fact, you jerked my pants down and spanked my bare ass till I cried!" and she roared with laughter, as I sat looking at her mortified...

"You...you... said what?" I mumbled, not believing what my ears told me and starting to feel Jan's caresses having exactly the wrong effect on me. 

"Oh please, don't screw with me, Jan! You didn't really say that to her... did you?" pleading, as much as asking.

"Oh yes...I did! And I told her you stayed really hard, the whole time you were doing it, too! But don't worry about it. Cathy and I are tight, you know? She'd never say a word and besides, she told me she loved your big dick!" and as she finished, she timed her hand to slide in farther and grab my enlarged cock... 

The shock of Jan's comment hit me as hard as the shock of her grabbing my cock. I fell back over her and put my hands to my face and groaned..."No...No...No!"




I Like It



Time stopped, I know it did, at least for me that day. Jan reached up and took one hand from my face and placed it between her long legs, now spread wide, guided my fingers into her pussy and began to rub her clit, while her other hand slowly massaged my erect manhood. 

I watched, unable and unwilling to stop her, as she arched her back, closed her eyes and moaned softly to me...

"Johnny...oooooh brother you feel so good. Your fingers are like fire in my pussy... keeping going, rub me harder!" 

And I did, there was no stopping my hand, it was no longer apart of me. The hand working my sister's clit and probing deep inside her, must belong to someone else, I thought, even as those fingers probed and hungrily sought every part of her pussy. 

Jan placed her hand, the one she had used to guide me to her sex spot, on her breast and began rolling her nipple, arching her back even more and pumping my cock for all she was worth. 

We came together that morning... long and hard. My first spasm had sent cum flying onto the coffee table, before Jan could react, and jerk my cock towards her. The next spasm launched cum on Jan's tanned belly, after she corrected the aim, and the rest she rose to lick and swallow, as it oozed from my cock head.

Jan sank back and moaned as she rubbed my sticky, slick, cock and shuddered several times, not allowing my fingers to leave her pussy... 

"Jesus, that felt so good John! She gasped, at last... "I love you... I mean I really do love you... thank you for loving me" and she closed her eyes, lips smiling and finally released me from her soaked pussy. 

In slow motion I leaned forward and planted a wet kiss on her lips, whispering, "I love you too, sis." and got up from the couch, shaky and spent. 

I walked away to take a shower, in total disbelief that I had just masturbated my sister into cumming, as she did to me. 

By the time I finished cleaning up I had forced myself to believe and understand what we had done and knew that Jan would never stop until she had me inside her. I also knew that I would go on making love to my sister for as long as she wanted and needed me to.

I found Jan asleep on the couch. One breast was in full view, the one she had nipple massaged and her slip was riding high, exposing her cleaned shaved, wet pussy, and belly. One leg slightly curled under the other, she lie there like a goddess... my sex goddess. 

I quickly turned and went to retrieve my drawing pad and necessary things from the basement. Sitting down, I made my first, of many semi-nude and nude drawings of my sister. As it would work out, Jan would always insist on making love either before or after I drew her and each drawing captured her total sexuality... either waiting for our sex, or spent after having sex. Those drawings hang in my art studio today and I've had countless offers to buy them. 

As for Cathy, she kept her word and never revealed what she knew about Jan and I. She posed for me, many times, over the next months, with Jan always there watching, making suggestions on Cathy's positions. 

On a few occasions, at Cathy's insistence, Jan would strip down and join her. Their duality was incredible...

I never actually had sex with Cathy, but on one occasion, Jan begged me to let Cathy give me a blow job. She kissed me and told me, "She's my best friend! I won't mind...really! 

The blow job came unexpectedly...Getting ready for another session... 

Jan was on top of me... she had stood, planting both feet on the bed straddling me, with legs bent, she dropped down and began doing squats on my cock, with her tits hanging free and swaying if front of my face. 

Jan leaned forward, placed her hands on the bed next to my head and began to, very, slowly slid up and down my shaft, stopping each time just before it would pop out of her pussy.

I saw Jan looking in the direction of her closet, as she exaggerated her movements up and down my cock, and that's when I felt the hand...grabbing my cock... it wasn't mine and it damn sure wasn't either of Jan's... 

A hand and then moaning, as I heard Jan say, "God Cathy it's about time! I was close to cumming and know Johnny was too. Are you ready?" as she pulled off my cock, revealing Cathy's nude body squatting between my legs...

I jerked upright and watched Cathy, as she put her lips around my shaft and begin to suck and lick me, moaning louder in satisfaction. 

Opening her eyes, Cathy looked directly into mine, almost pleading to hold off and let her go on enjoying my cock. Jan rose from the bed and went to her dresser... smiling a wicked little smile.

Turning from the dresser, she held up her favorite vibrator, a dual bullet type, smiled at me, and put her finger to her lips, as she took up position behind Cathy... 

Bending down she whispered in Cathy's ear and then dropped down behind her. I watched Cathy's eyes go wide with surprise, as Jan slipped the first bullet into Cathy's pussy and then stood, spreading her legs, placing the second bullet inside her.

Jan grinned at me and handed me the control box, saying, "OK brother...you are in control. Lets see what ya got!"

I jammed the control to high speed immediately and was shocked when Cathy's head jerked up suddenly, as she screamed out, "OH MY GOD! Jan you are such a lucky bitch!" and then looking back up at me, saying, "Don't stop it John, don't you dare stop that!"

I ran the control up and down in speed and finally settled on a high pulse mode, as Cathy's head settled back down on my cock, beginning to bob with the rhythm of the vibrator. 

Cathy had me very close by then and Jan's legs were trembling hard, when I saw her bend over and grab Cathy's huge tits, squeezing them to the pulses.

Cathy quickened her pace on my cock, her hand flying up and down my shaft, as she sucked my cock head furiously. 

With rasping breathes, I told Cathy I was going to cum and watched as Jan dropped to her knees behind Cathy. Jan must have grabbed Cathy's clit, as Cathy quickly took as much of me as she could in her mouth and started to spasm violently. 

I could feel Jan still working one of Cathy's breasts, as I heard Jan moaning out, "Ohhhh...I'mmmm.....cummmmmin'.....tooooooo"

Cathy's mouth never left my cock. She took the entire load, as she came hard with Jan's help and mine. 

I fell back on the bed totally spent and felt Cathy rise from my cock and then press into me, as Jan leaned heavily into her back. 

For long moments the only sound in the room was very heavy breathing, and the pulse of the vibrator, which, I turned off slowly, to the obvious relief of the girls, and sighed, "How fucking great was that..."

"Jesus...Cathy, you swallowed his whole load! You little bitch...!" I heard Jan saying softly.

"I know....I know and it was so good, Jan! I didn't figure I'd get another chance, ya know?" Cathy said, turning to embrace Jan and they giggled with delight. 

"You are one lucky shit, Jan! I'd do anything to have that guys cock!" Cathy added, giving Jan a kiss.

"That cock is mine girlfriend...don't forget it! You got what you wanted...right?" Jan said, teasingly to Cathy.

"Oh Ya...and then some! Hey, lets get into bed with him...screw the drawing today...OK?" Cathy begged, and with that the girls joined me, each placing a leg over me, pinning me to the bed. 

They laughed and giggled and talked about how hard we all came and took turns playing with my depleted cock... that's when we heard the car come the drive way!

"HOLY SHIT! Mom's back...early! Christ, get up and get dressed!" I screamed at the girls. 

It was mad dash for clothing, bumping into one another, mixed with some giggling and grunting trying to pull clothes on faster than we had ever done... 

Jan looked at me, wide eyed, and said, "John! Get your ass into the bath...pretend you're taking a shower...forget trying to dress...hurry up damn it!" 

One look at Jan's face told me she was right and I grabbed my clothes, fleeing her room, as I heard mom come in the back door. 

"Hello! I'm home, anyone here?" we heard her call out. 

I closed the bath door quietly and heard Jan answer mom, 

"Ya mom, Cath and I are up here, in my room. How was your day?"

"Fine dear. Anything exciting happen today?" mom called back.

I could hear the girls breaking up with laughter, as I turned on the shower, shaking at the thought of nearly having my dream come true. If it weren't for Cathy's blow job, the girls would have been naked in the basement with me... and no escape!

"Nope, not a thing mom. John's takin' a shower. Said something about going to Fred's house and we're just doing girl stuff, ya know?" Jan finally answered back. 

Until that moment, I'd never have believed you could sweat in a shower...but, I swear to God, it's possible!

Jan's married now...I doubt they'll ever have kids, Jan's just not the type. Her husband has never seen the drawings... and never will.

She still delights in embarrassing me, most often a titty flash, but on occasion, a, very hot, still shaved, pussy shot, that she can manage to maintain for quite some time before having to discreetly close her legs. She still gets me hard and knows it. 

Most endearing...the e-mails where she recounts our early times and always ends with..."I love you Johnny...want me to cum over and prove it!"