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Jessica

By: Just Plain Bob



I never expected my life to turn out like it has. How could I? When I was growing up sex was everywhere. Ads on TV, ads in the newspapers and magazines, on billboards and on the sides of buses. Scantily clad ladies and buff guys all over the place. Raunchy television shows and movies, magazines dedicated to the beautiful, sexy and famous people. Sex education in the classrooms and guys trying to get in your pants as soon as puberty hit. In my case it was even worse - my parents were swingers and even though they tried to hide it from me they were wasting their time. You can't hide anything from an inquisitive teenager.

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I fought off boys from the time I turned twelve until the time I finally gave it up at eighteen and discovered that I liked it. Between the time I turned eighteen and the time I met my husband at twenty-two I'd had sexual relations with twenty-seven guys and I had loved every bit of it. In fact, I was in a torrid relationship with Chad when I met Stan. An introduction, a hello and a handshake and Chad was history.

Even though I fell head over heels in love with Stan and his finding his way between my legs was a sure thing I did make him work for it (I couldn't let the man I intended to marry think I was easy, could I?). It was three weeks and seven dates before he got his first hand job. It took him six weeks to get his first blow job and three months before I opened my legs for him.

Speaking from a purely clinical standpoint the physical aspect of sex with Stan wasn't any better than the sex I'd had with most of my other lovers and as a matter of fact three or four of them were much better in the sack than Stan. What made sex better with Stan than any other sex I'd ever had was the emotional component - the love! I adored the man. I would have crawled through broken glass to get to him. When he asked me to marry him I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I of course said yes and we set a date six months away and we moved into an apartment together.

The six months leading up to the wedding were orgasmic bliss. We had sex almost every day and that carried over into the honeymoon and after. Six months after the wedding I became pregnant with Marsha and Stan and I still made love three or four times a week right up to my eighth month. After Marsha was born and the doctor cleared me to have sex again Stan and I went right back to three, four and sometimes five times a week.

A year went by and then I was pregnant again with Alan. Again it was three or four times a week right up to the eighth month. Stan and I had decided that two kids were all we were going to have and so when Alan was born I had my tubes tied. The seven weeks between Alan's birth and the doctor telling me I could have a sex life again were pure agony. 

The day I was cleared I hurried home, took a shower, did my hair and got my make up just right and got ready to greet my hubby when he got home from work. I got my mother to watch the kids for several hours and when Stan came through the front door he found me waiting in a lacy see thru teddy and a pair of high heels.

"Dinner may be a little later tonight Tiger, I thought we would go right to desert."

Stan looked at me like I was from Mars and then said, "Don't be silly Jessica, your tubes are tied."

"What? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"It means you can't have babies anymore."

"Again, what does that have to do with anything?"

"It means that we don't have any reason anymore to engage in sex."

"You're joking right?"

"Why would I joke about that? Now would you please get out of that getup and start dinner? I'll play with the babies until dinner is ready."

"Then you will have to go over to my mother's to get them."

"Why are they over there?"

"Because I mistakenly assumed that on the day the doctor cleared me to have a sex life again you would like to have two or three uninterrupted hours with me. And when you do get back from my mother's you can fix your own damned dinner" and I stormed up to the bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

Was I mad? No! I was fucking furious! The only reason for sex was to have babies? God damn him! I heard him leave to go get the kids and I sat there on the bed and fumed and the longer I sat the more pissed I got. Finally I screamed out, "Fuck this shit" and took the teddy off, put on a skirt and sweater, grabbed my purse and keys and left the house.

I drove around for a while and ended up at Tony's, an off campus bar I used to frequent when I was young and carefree. I sat down at the bar and ordered a margarita. As I sat there and sipped it I looked around the bar and saw a good half dozen hunky college boys casting sidelong glances at me and wondering what their chances were. What they didn't know was their chances would have been pretty damned good and if one of them had gotten up the nerve to try it was a damned good bet that he would have scored. 

I wondered if any of them could tell I had no bra or panties on. I sat there in just skirt, sweater and high heels and felt like THE SLUT personified. I remembered the last time I had been in there. It had been the week before I'd met Chad and I'd had three really cute guys trying to hustle me. After two hours of playing the game with them I made my choice - all three!

I got up from my seat and went over to their table. Looking down on the three of them I said:

"Is one of you going to make a move anytime soon?"

"Actually" one of the guys said, "We have been sitting here arguing over who gets to be the guy to try. We all want to be the one."

"Let me help you out then. I choose you" and I pointed at the one sitting closest to me and when he smiled I said, "And you and you" as I pointed at the other two. They all smiled and started to get up.

"Whoa up there guys. I'm a slut and I can be pretty easy sometimes, but we have some drinking, dancing and pool playing to do before we get to the main event. And one other thing we need to get out of the way. I don't do gangbangs on car back seats and we can't go to my room at the sorority house so where are we going to play?" 

"My apartment is two blocks away," said one of the guys.

"Outstanding. I drink margaritas so order me up a couple while I'm dancing. Who gets to dance with me first?"

It was my first foursome. I had done a threesome a time or three, but had never done four. We had gone to Wayne's apartment and I had sucked each of the guys hard and then I had taken them on one at a time. Half way through the third one (Tom) Mike had moved up to me so he could push his cock at my mouth and I opened up and swallowed him. While I was sucking him to get him up again Tom blew his load in my pussy and Wayne moved up to take his place and he asked me if I did anal.

"If you have lots of lube and go real slow I will."

He left and came back a minute later with a tube of KY Jelly, greased up his fingers and went to work on my butt. He spent several minutes on it and by then I had Mike hard again. I crawled up and settled down on his hard on and Wayne moved up behind me and began slowly working his cock into my butt hole. I was almost lying on Mike's chest and holding myself still as Wayne worked himself into me until he had all of his cock in me. He slowly started fucking me until he felt me start to push my ass back at him and then he and Mike went to work trying to establish a rhythm. It wasn't easy and we never did get to where I was happy with it. While I was being pushed and prodded between Mike and Wayne Tom presented his cock to my mouth and I took it in. The whole experience was not all that bad, but I didn't like it enough to ever try it again.

After we got the 'airtight' thing out of the way we settled in for a night of steady fucking and for two hours I had a cock in my pussy and a cock in my mouth. I was one very satisfied lady when I left Wayne's apartment.

"Another one?" the bartender said, pulling me out of my reverie.

"What?"

He pointed at my empty glass and said, "Another one?"

I was tempted. A fresh drink and the way I felt I would probably leave the bar stool and go after one of the guys looking at me. I wanted to, but I beat down the thought and got up to go home to my babies.

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When I got home Stan wanted to know where I'd been.

"Out."

"Out where?"

"None of your fucking business."

"What? What did you just say to me?"

"I said NONE...OF...YOUR...FUCKING...BUSINESS!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You are what is wrong with me Stan. You know how much I love sex and how much I've waited for today and you all of a sudden unilaterally decide that my sex life is over? Well fuck you! If you can make important decisions like that without consulting me I can make unimportant decisions - like going out - without saying a god damned thing to you.

"Right now I'm too goddamned hot to sit down and discuss it with you, but since you have decided to make a major change I'm going to make a few. I'm going to wait a few days and allow myself to cool off before I hit you with them, but I can tell you right now that you are not going to like them any more than I'm liking your 'no sex' dictum. I'm sleeping in the spare bedroom. Good night."

I went into the spare bedroom and slammed the door. Not a good move it turns out. It woke up both babies and it took me an hour to get them back to sleep.

I lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling and I knew what had happened. Two weeks before Alan was born Stan's old buddy George had moved back to town and had called Stan. George was a bible thumping Born Again asshole and he had talked Stan into going to church with him a couple of times. Stan started trying to get me to go to church with him and I refused. I had no use for organized religion. That fucking George and his fundamental religious beliefs had fucked up Stan's head.

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I was feeding the babies the next morning when Stan came into the kitchen. He mumbled a good morning and I ignored him. The day was one of cleaning house and taking care of babies. It was a Wednesday and now that the doctor had cleared me it was time to get back to my gym schedule. My normal schedule was Monday, Wednesday and Friday from two till four and then run home to fix dinner for Stan. My mom, who only lived five blocks away came over and watched the kids for me on gym days.

My program was a simple one; fifteen minutes on the Stairmaster to get my heart rate up, forty-five minutes to an hour on the exercise machines and then the rest of the two hours doing laps in the pool. It took me almost five months to get my body back after Marsha and everyone told me that it would take me half again as long after a second baby, but I would do it. I was very happy with the way I looked when I was in shape and now, after what Stan pulled, I had even more reason to get my tight body back.


I had been on the Stairmaster for about five minutes when he came into the gym. I couldn't believe my eyes; it was Chad, my boyfriend when I met Stan. I raised my hand to wave at him and before I could holler out, "Hey Chad, over here!" I realized my mistake. He looked like Chad, same build, same wide shoulders and narrow waist, he even had the same shock of unruly blond hair, but it wasn't Chad - just a twenty something year old look alike. I watched him walk over to a machine and set up and damned if he didn't walk like Chad. As I watched him settle in and start his reps I thought back to the last time I had seen Chad.

It was the day after I'd met Stan and I was going to cut Chad loose. I didn't expect that it was going to be easy. I was going to take him from four months of anytime, anywhere, fuck like sex crazed bunnies to goodbye in the space of three hours. I decided that the way to do it was fuck his eyes out and leave him with no strength to argue, kiss him goodbye and leave.

Chad showed up at the sorority house to pick me up for our date and I told him that I really didn't feel like going to the movies and that I wanted to go to his apartment. I slid over next to him and started stroking his cock through his pants before he even pulled away from the curb. If it had been a little darker I would have pulled his cock out and gone down on him while he drove, but even as big a slut as I could be I wouldn't go stupid in broad daylight. I contented myself with rubbing him through his pants.

Once at his apartment I stripped and helped him undress and then I knelt down in front of him. He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples and I reached for his cock. I took it in my hand and brought it to my mouth. He groaned as I licked the head and then wrapped my lips around it. I ran my tongue up and down the length of him and after a few minutes of that I took my hands off him, crawled on the bed and told him to fuck me.

"Not yet baby girl, not yet," he said, and his mouth moved to my pussy. 

I shivered as his tongue ran up and down my moist slit. His fingers parted me and his tongue went searching for my clit. One finger teased my ass as he sucked on my little man in the boat. I grabbed his head as I shook and moaned and had an orgasm.

"Now baby, now," I moaned, "I need it, I need you in me."

He moved up and I took his cock in my hand and guided it into me. I pushed my hips at him and he slid in. "Fuck me" I moaned, "Oh God, please fuck me" and he began stroking his cock into me. 

It was lust, pure animal lust and that is how we treated it - we went at each other like animals. He was slamming into me and I was grinding up at him. My nails were clawing at his back and my heels were drumming on the backs of his legs. All too soon I felt my climax start to build and just as it rushed toward me he moaned, "Oh God" and I felt his sperm boil out of his cock and splash over my insides. I pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply as his cock lost its stiffness and he pulled out of me.


I slid down and took his cock in my mouth again. I gave him the best head I was capable of and when he was erect again I mounted him and shoved myself down hard on him and moaned as his length drove up into me. I rode him like there was no tomorrow and of course there wouldn't be for him, but I was determined that he would never forget me. I pushed myself hard until I felt an orgasm coming on and I rolled off him, spread my legs wide and pulled him on top of me.

"Fuck me!" I cried, "Fuck me hard" and I dug my nails in his ass cheeks and pulled him against me. He drove himself into me and fucked me hard and fast and I had a screaming orgasm. Seconds later Chad had his orgasm and he fell to the bed next to me breathing hard. I reached down and fondled his limp cock and licked his ear and then whispered in it that I wasn't done with him yet.

I got him up twice more before he couldn't answer the call anymore and he said: 

"Wow babe, what got into you tonight?"

"I just wanted to make tonight special for you."

"Why? What's the special occasion?"

"I've met the man I'm going to marry."

The smile left his face and he looked at me for a moment before saying:

"And I'm guessing that it isn't me."

"Fraid not."

"Well I do have to admit that I like the way you kiss a guy off. If it doesn't work out give me a call."

I dressed, kissed him goodbye, and left. I caught a cab back to the sorority house and as I rode I was working on my plans for snaring Stan.

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I had dinner ready for Stan when he got home that night. He came into the kitchen all smiles and came over to kiss me and I turned my face away from him. I ignored his attempts at conversation during dinner and busied myself with feeding my babies. After dinner was over and I'd washed and put away the dishes I took Marsha and Alan and retired to the spare bedroom and played with them until it was time to put them to bed. Once they were tucked in I grabbed a book and went back to the spare bedroom and read until it was time to turn out the light.

I didn't sleep much. All I thought about was Stan's arbitrarily cutting off our love life. How could he? What made him think he could do it - impose it on me - without even talking to me about it. It didn't have to be this way. He could have talked it over with me. It wouldn't have changed the way I felt about having no sex, but I would have had options. I could have passed on having my tubes tied, which would have left open the option of having more babies. Then I could have pressed Stan for one more child, a child we would never have because I would practice killer birth control, but we still would have been making love trying for a baby. The major problem here was that I was hard-headed and as much as I loved and wanted Stan there was no way I was going to go without sex for the rest of my life. There would be no "give" in that position.

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The next morning Stan didn't even mumble a 'good morning' when he came into the kitchen, which suited me just fine. I fed the babies, packed the diaper bags and then loaded Marsha and Alan into the car and headed out to a doctor's appointment. The trip to the doctor's office took me through town and by the college campus. As I drove down the street known as Fraternity Row I passed by the Pi Kappa Phi house and I remembered the last time I had been there. 

It had been the night that the Bears had beaten our arch rival 27-6 and the boys of Kappa Phi were having a victory party. I was supposed to have a date with Jimmy Musard that night, but he had called and cancelled. Nancy Wilde and Beverly Abbeg asked me if I'd like to go with them to the Kappa Phi party and having nothing better to do I said okay. 

It was your typical frat house kegger and the three of us girls no sooner walked in the door than the frat rats were after us. You know how sharks smell out chum in the water and home in on it? Frat boys are the same way when it comes to pussy. Nancy and Bev were known sluts and I suppose that since I was with them I was tarred with the same brush. As soon as the frat rats saw us they assumed it was feeding time and they moved in on us. 

I don't know what Nancy and Bev were expecting out of the evening, but all I was looking for was a good time; some beer drinking and dancing and maybe smoke a little weed. I didn't see where Nancy and Bev disappeared to, but then I really didn't care. I'd been there about half an hour when Bert Ellsworth, a guy I'd dated a time or two, came up to me and asked me to dance. After a couple of numbers he asked me if I'd like to share some smoke with him and we went outside and passed a joint back and forth. More beer, more dancing, another shared joint and Bert and I were off in a corner necking. 

I'm not even sure how it happened, but Bert and I ended up in a bedroom upstairs. He screwed me to a nice orgasm and had me close to a second one when he came. I wanted that second orgasm so I pushed Bert down on his back, knelt over him and started to suck his cock to get him up again so he could get back to screwing me. My head was bobbing up and down on Bert's cock when hands gripped my hips and a cock poked into me from behind. It was like an electric charge shot through me. I didn't even know who it was, but the combination of being close to orgasm and the eroticism of having an unknown cock plowing my pussy turned me on something fierce.

I concentrated on Bert's cock only now instead of getting him up my new goal was to get him off while my unknown lover got me off. My mouth was working on Bert and I was pushing my ass back at whoever it was who was fucking me. The cock was slamming into me and I was moaning and mewling around the cock in my mouth and my body was trembling as I had one orgasm after another. I had Bert's nut sack in my right hand as I sucked his cock and I felt his nuts tighten up so I knew he was going to come. I pushed my mouth as far onto his cock as I could go and clamped my lips tight and he let go. I gulped and swallowed and while I was doing my best to get every last drop of cum out of Bert the unknown guy behind me blew his load in my pussy and withdrew. I finished licking Bert's cock clean and then looked behind me to see who had just enjoyed my body, but there was no one there. 


Jessica



I never did find out who it was that banged my box that night.

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When I got home from the doctor's I put my babies down for a nap and then I went in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of white wine and sat down at the kitchen table and tried to figure out just what the hell had happened in Stan's head. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. It just didn't make sense. If making babies was the only reason for having sex why did Stan keep having sex with me after I was already pregnant. And Stan had kept fucking me while I was pregnant with Alan right up to the eighth month.

The next question was what the hell was I going to do about it? By the time I was done with my second glass of wine I had boiled it down to three choices, none of them good.

Divorce Stan.

Cheat on Stan.

Live with it.

As I said, none of them good choices. I would NOT live with it! I liked sex and I was not going to live the rest of my life without it. I found the idea of cheating to be morally repugnant so that left divorce. Shed Stan and find another man. The problem with that was that I loved the asshole. He was a great guy, a great father and until the no sex announcement he had been a great husband.

I finished my wine (and my whine) and set to work cleaning the house. I had dinner ready for Stan when he got home and as soon as he walked in the door I said:

"The kids are at my mother's and I'll pick them up on my way home."

"Where are you going?"

"Out."

"When will you be back?"

"When I get here."

"Damn it Jess, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"It isn't what's gotten into me Stan, it is what isn't getting into me."

He was still trying to get his mind around that as I left.

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I had done what I usually did when I was down. I called my best friend Amy and asked her to join me for a drink. I could talk to Amy and sometimes after listening she said things that clarified things for me. I met her at the Top Hat Lounge and we sat down in a booth, ordered from the cocktail waitress and then Amy said:

"Okay girlfriend, what has your panties in a twist this time?"

"Sex."

"Sex?"

"Yep. More specifically, a lack of it." 

I told her what was going on and she shook her head in amazement. "God sweetie, that is the last thing I would have ever thought of. You without sex. Wow." And then she giggled and I knew exactly what was going through her mind. She was remembering the night we double dated and went to the drive in movies. It was the only time in my life that I had sex with a guy because I was tired of trying to fight him off.

Amy had a hot romance going with Danny Pelson and they had a date for Friday night to go to the drive in. Danny called her Thursday night and told her he had to cancel. His cousin had just dropped in to visit. Amy told him she would find a girl for his cousin and then they could double date Friday. Danny said okay and Amy came looking for me. I really wasn't interested in a blind date, but Amy begged and pleaded with me and I finally broke down and agreed to be the cousin's date.

The night didn't start out bad. Danny and his cousin Mark picked us up and took us to the Red Lobster for dinner. Mark was a good looking guy and he was very personable and I began thinking that the evening would turn out to be okay. After eating we drove to the drive in and got there twenty minutes before the move (Tammy and The Bachelor) was due to start.

Danny and Amy were in the front seat and Mark and I were in the back. As soon as we were parked Danny and Amy slid together and started to make out. While that is going on I'm in the back trying to make conversation with Mark, but he keeps glancing at the front seat and finally he figures that if Danny and Amy can make out, he can make out with me.

He slid over next to me and I made my first mistake of the night - I let him. I figured what the hell, it's only a kiss. He was a good kisser so I let him kiss me again and then yet again. Up in front Amy broke the kiss with Danny and her head disappeared and seconds later Danny moaned. WHOA! This sure wasn't the Amy I knew so I moved forward and looked over the seat and saw Amy giving Danny a blow job. 

I was so stunned that I wasn't paying attention to Mark and he got his hands up inside my sweater and unsnapped my bra. I wasn't even aware he'd done it until he started rolling my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. That got my attention and I moved back and reached to push his hand away and while my hands were doing that his other hand went up under my skirt.

"Stop that!" I snapped at him and dropped my hands to grab at his wrist and when I did that his other hand got busy on my breast again. My hands were going back and forth and I wasn't managing to stop anything. I was saying:

"Stop that," "Don't do that," "Quit that" and "damn it, get your hands off me" and he was just flat assed ignoring me. I was just getting ready to double up my fist and smack him in the face when Amy said:

"Oh come on Jess, give him a taste."

I turned and saw her looking over the front seat at me. I had been stunned to see sweet, young, innocent and virginal Amy giving Danny a blow job and now I was again shocked to see her looking over the front seat looking at me and saying:

"Come on Jess, do him. I want to watch you suck his cock."

"Amy Joy, what in the hell has gotten into you?"

Just then she went, "Ooooooooooh" and then gasped, "Danny, Danny's gotten into me, he's in me right now. Suck his cock Jess, let me watch you suck his cock while Danny fucks me."

While that was going on Mark had unzipped himself and had taken out his cock. He took hold of my wrist and moved my hand and put it on his cock and I jerked my eyes away from Amy and looked down at the biggest cock I had ever seen (and by that point in my life I had seen several). I found out later that it was eight 1/2 inches long, but it wasn't the length - it was the girth! It was as big around as my wrist. I stared at it dumb-founded as Amy, being fucked by Danny, was moaning in my ear:

"Suck it Jess, let me see you suck it."

I gave up fighting.

"Go on Jess," Amy moaned, "Suck his cock for me girlfriend, show me how you do it."

I had my fingers wrapped around Mark's cock and I was staring at it when Amy put a hand on the back of my head and gently pushed down as she crooned in my ear:

"Do it Jess, do it."

I opened my mouth and my tongue licked out at the large head and then I licked his cock from the head to his balls and back. It was a fat cock, but I was still able to get it in my mouth, although not very far. I wasn't going to be able to give anything that large a really good blow job so I decided that the way to go was to fuck his cock with my mouth. I clamped my lips tight around the shaft and then started moving my head back and forth. What I was doing was jacking him off with my mouth.

"Oh yeah, suck him Jess, make him cum" Amy crooned in my ear and I took his ball sack in one hand and fondled him. After several minutes I felt his balls tighten up and I pulled my mouth off his cock, grabbed a handful of Amy's hair and pulled her close to Mark's cock. I wrapped the other hand around Mark's cock and beat him off and was rewarded by a spurt of cum that arched out from the head of Mark's cock and hit Amy right in her left eye. I smiled at Amy and then I bent to lick Mark's cock clean.

I was surprised how quickly he responded to my tongue. He was up and hard in minutes and I squirmed under him, spread my legs and waited. He wasted no time in working his cock into me and when he was all the way in he stared fucking me hard. God did I ever feel full. I've read about other women fucking large cocks and saying that buttons got pushed that they never even knew they had, but all I felt was stuffed. Well, any fuck is a good fuck, for me anyway, and I pushed back up at him and worked my pussy to give me the maximum amount of orgasms. Amy had her head almost in my crotch as she watched the large cock pound into me. I heard her scream when Danny gave her her own orgasm and seconds later I had one as Mark pumped his load into me.          

I lay there looking up at Mark, breathing hard and I heard Amy say, "You want to trade Jess? You want to come up here with Danny and let me come back there?"

Danny snapped, "Oh no you don't!"

I snapped out of my memory trance to see Amy looking at me and I said:

"Wipe that smile off your face you slut."

"Well, you do have to admit t was an interesting night."

"Did you ever get over Danny not letting you have a taste of Mark?"

"Oh I had my taste of Mark. That's why Danny broke up with me. He came back to his apartment early and caught us."

"You slut you! And you never told me?"

"I was too embarrassed. So, what are you going to do about your problem?"

I told her the three choices I'd come up with and why I couldn't handle going without and why I wouldn't cheat.

"So my only viable option is divorce."

"Not necessarily. There is another option."

"What?"

"Give Stan a choice. Tell him where you are coming from - that you refuse to live a sexless life - and that he has a choice. He can accept a divorce or agree let you have sex outside the marriage."

"He would never go for that."

"What do you have to lose?"

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The next night at dinner I told Stan that as soon as the kids were put to bed we would have a talk; or more to the point, I was going to talk and he was going to listen.

"I'm not liking your attitude Jess."

"And you are going to like what I have to say even less."

"Maybe we need to put this talk off until you get in a better mood."

"Nope. I get it off my chest tonight and you get to make a decision by Sunday night."

"Sunday night? What do I have to make a decision by Sunday night?"

"Because that is the deadline I'm going to give you. Make yourself a stiff drink while I put the kids to bed."

Half an hour later I joined Stan in the kitchen and cut right to the chase. "You arbitrarily decided that we would no longer have a sex life and that is unacceptable to me. Your action forces me to decide among three choices, do without sex for the rest of my life, cheat on you or divorce you and find another man to live out my life with. Looking at those choices I can eliminate two right away. I will not, repeat - will not! - live a sexless life. Also, I will not cheat on you. That means the only option left open to me is divorce and getting on with my life."

I saw alarm register on his face and I said, "I don't want a divorce because I love you, but something has to be done. There is another option available. It is a little extreme, but it might work. We can stay together and raise the children together, but just as you have made it clear that being with you means no sex, you need to be aware that if we stay together you can expect to be cuckolded on a semi-regular basis."

"What are you saying?"

"Simple Stan. Divorce or live with me knowing that, with your permission, I'm going out looking to get laid two or three times a week."

"With my permission? Are you crazy?"

"Not in the least. Here" I said as I handed him a piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"A paper I made up for you to sign. It states that since you will no longer have sexually relations with me I am free, without fear of reprisal on your part, to have sex outside the marriage. You have two choices Stan. Sign the paper or be divorced. I'll give you until Monday morning to make a decision. If I don't have that signed paper in my hand when you leave for work Monday morning I'll be sipping my morning coffee while I look through the Yellow Pages for a divorce attorney."

"Damn it Jessica, you can't just dump this on me."

"Sure I can Stan, just like you dumped the 'no sex' on me. Monday morning Stan" and I got up and left him sitting at the kitchen table.

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Saturday and Sunday I busied myself with my babies and household chores and Stan pretty much stayed away from me. He still hadn't indicated which way he was going to jump, but knowing Stan the way I did I was almost certain that he would never sign that paper. But as Amy had said what did I have to lose by trying. The answer to that of course was 'nothing'. 

Dinner Sunday was a quiet affair, as had been all meals since Stan hit me with his pronouncement, and after dinner I played with my babies for a while before putting them to bed. I took my book and headed for the spare bedroom, but I couldn't concentrate on the book. All I could think of was an impending divorce that I didn't want, but couldn't see a way out of. At ten I put the book down and turned out the light and then I lay there and stared up at the ceiling until I fell asleep.

Something woke me up and I looked over at the bedside clock and saw that it was midnight. Out of the darkness Stan's voice came to me:

"I can't do it Jessica, I can't lose you."

I felt his weight settle on the bed and I opened my arms to him.



Jessica



She was a naughty little flirt, working at a gas station not far from my house. The station was conveniently close, so I often stopped there to buy beer, lottery tickets, and sometimes even gas for my vehicles. Jessie was about 5'3'', maybe 150lbs, short dark hair, engagingly dark eyes, and right around 20 years old. I noticed she had nice teeth-probably the result of braces. She told me she'd been married once already, but that her marriage didn't last long. She told me all kinds of horrible things about her first husband, and how mean he was to her. Part of me felt sorry for her, and another part of me kept thinking that she probably gullible, and not very bright. 

She was very much a young party girl. I almost felt guilty that my dick kept stirring any time I'd talk to her for more than a couple of minutes. Jessie talked many times of her current boyfriend, and about how they partied and screwed all the time. Don't know if she was trying to make me horny and jealous, but if she was, she was accomplishing at least half her plan. She DID make me horny. I envisioned several times, her plump little body riding up and down on my cock. Thinking that she'd either have a very hairy pussy, or that she was clean shaven. I'd have bet money more on the former than I would have the latter. One of her bodily features I didn't mention was her hairy arms. They weren't manly hairy, but certainly more hair than I'm used to seeing on most women. That isn't a bad thing, just not what I'm used to seeing. I could only imagine that other parts of her were just as hairy. She probably shaved her legs and armpits, but I didn't have a problem with that either. It's not like I have a hair fetish. Well, not really. I DO like some hair on a woman, but it's hardly a requirement. 

Jessie didn't work full time, and not every day, so I was never sure when I'd see her, but I began to notice that she always seemed happy to see me. I was always nice to her, and just a little flirty, but made sure never to push the envelope. Every time I walked into the gas station when she was working, she seemed more and more glad to see me. It finally got to the point where she was coming over to give me hello hugs. I was already looking forward to walking into the station when Jessie was working, but now even more so. I was only slightly stunned when she slipped me her cell phone number one evening. I had a pretty good idea where her phone number might lead. 

I called her immediately after leaving the station the night she gave me her number. Told her I wanted to make sure it was really her number. Truth was, I got really horny when she gave me her number, and wanted to hear her voice again. In spite of all this, I still wasn't talking dirty to her, or being too forward. If anything was going to happen, I wasn't going to hurry it. 

Turns out that I wasn't reading Jessie wrong. She WAS horny for my dick. I knew she had caller ID on her cell phone. Hell, who's cell phone doesn't have caller ID these days. I have blocked my number when calling before, but didn't bother doing it with Jessie. I just didn't think she'd save my number. I was driving around on a Saturday, running errands and such, when my phone rang. It was Jessie. She asked me what I was doing, and if I could change my plans for an hour or so. Knowing where this was going, I told her I'd be happy to change my plans. She asked me to meet her in the parking lot of a nearby mall. We met, and she abandoned her car to ride in mine. She gave me some directions, and told me to drive. I'd lived in this city longer than she'd been alive, so I recognized where we were going. We were on our way to one of the larger and less used metro parks. I've always been impressed with the number of metro parks in our city. There are numerous bike paths, and even more walking paths. The upside of so many parks and paths is that they can't all be patrolled by the police. There are a lot of "pickle parks" in our city, but I don't know all the ones that qualify. There are some that make the news sometimes, but usually only during election years. I think the police have better things to worry about than whether or not people are having sex in secluded places in the metro parks. 

Often times there are multiple parking areas in the parks, and this one was no exception. We drove to the farthest lot, and made our way to one of the trails. It wasn't long before we were well away from all signs of civilization, and quite alone. We wandered a safe distance away from the trail, making sure we were hidden from any passersby.  Don't know what was up with this girl, but she wasted no time in removing her blouse and bra. I knew she had nice tits, but seeing them instead of just imagining them was something else altogether. Her areola were not large, but her nipples were very hard, and stuck out almost as long as my pinky nail. Her pudgy torso was flushing with sexual desire. Her normally pale skin was reddened from her breasts all the way up her neck. 

She instructed me to sit down on the ground, with my back resting against a pine tree. The pine needles offering us a naturally soft place for play. Since I my original plans that day involved little more than errands and a trip to the hardware store, I was wearing easily opened sweat pants. Jessie took advantage of that, telling me to lift my ass off the ground while she worked my sweats down my legs, to bunch them up around my ankles. She kissed me, then worked my own shirt up and over my head. She came in for another kiss and tight embrace, pressing her breasts into my chest, poking me with her hard nipples. She backed up a bit, then leaned down to kiss my chest, working her way lower with each kiss. She reached my cock, and with no warning, swallowed it all the way to the base. I was stunned. I don't have a large cock, but it's not often it gets taken all the way to the base. This girl had enthusiasm, skill, and very little gag reflex. She kept my whole cock in her mouth, breathing through her nose, and then began to fondle my captured shaft with her tongue. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to raise her head, gently sucking me till just the head remained in her mouth. She loosened her lip lock just enough to let a stream of saliva work its way down my cock. She kept her lips at my head, then wrapped her right hand around my shaft. She began jacking me off, keeping her mouth on my cock, her lips next to her hand, giving me a simultaneous jerk and blow job. I was really enjoying myself, but began to feel this was all a bit one sided. I told Jessie to lie back, and let me do something for her. She let go of my cock long enough to tell me to shut up and enjoy what she was doing. She let me play with her tits while she went down on me, but kept brushing my hand away when I tried to get into her pants. Any other time I might have found this frustrating, but she was working such magic on me that I decided to just follow her wishes. 

I can usually feel a climax build, but this one developed so quickly I barely had time to warn her. I thought maybe she'd back off, and use only her hand, but she just picked up her pace, as if desperate to make me cum. She began moaning louder, and I could feel the vibrations on my cock. The sensations picked me up and threw me over the edge of pleasure, plunging me into sexual frenzy. My hips started bucking, and I could feel the cum bursting forth to her waiting mouth. Nothing makes me cum harder than a blow job, and this was no exception. I briefly wondered if Jessie would swallow, spit it out, or maybe some other possibility I'd never considered. I didn't have to wait long. She swallowed every last bit, and tried to get even more. I finally had to pull her off me, telling her I was spent, and there just wasn't any more. She looked comically disappointed. I had to remind her that I'm middle aged, and not as quick to spring back after such an intense orgasm as younger men can do. Her expression changed to one of smug satisfaction. A well earned expression, I thought. I asked her why she was so eager to get into my pants, but wouldn't let me into hers. She laughed and told me she had a short attention span. She didn't want her own pleasure to distract her from what she was doing to me. I guess I could understand that. 

I was going to tell her that sex is better when it isn't rushed, and the pleasure extended as long as possible, but realized I'd just sound foolish. This young woman had given me, in a matter of just a few minutes, one of the best orgasms of my life. God, it was intense.  I reflected back to what she'd told me of being dominated by her ex-husband and her boyfriend,and knew right then what I had to do. I stood up, helped her stand, then reached down to undo her pants and help herstep out of them. She, like me, was now completely naked. I was right about her pussy being hairy. I was going to look forward to this. I laid our clothes out on the pine needles, making a reasonably comfortable place for her, then gently but firmly laid her on her back.  

I marveled at her youthful beauty. I straddled her with my face near her pussy, and my cock near her mouth so she could suck me some more. I rested my weight on my elbows and used my fingers to spread her outer lips. Her clit was already engorged, and I could smell her sex without even having put my face in it. I lowered my head and gave her a tentative lick across her clit. Then I lowered my face some more and stuck my tongue in her as far as I could go. I stiffened my tongue, and fucked her as rapidly as I could, my chin coming into contact with her love button on every "stroke." She started moaning again, but this time much louder than when she was pleasuring me. My tongue started tiring, so I attacked her clit for all I was worth. I sucked it in, using my teeth and tongue to massage it. She started swearing in a sexual frenzy. "Oh, God! Yes! Suck my pussy!! Fuck, yeah!!! Oh, Goddammit, eat me!!" I was a little startled to hear this kind of language, but not enough to stop what I was doing. I placed all my weight on my left elbow, and used my right hand to finger fuck her while I sucked on her clit. Her obscenities turned into primal, guttural sounds. She again took my cock in ther mouth, teasing me with her tongue, licking my head, and lightly grazing me with her teeth as she worked it in and out of her mouth. Her whole body shook with her first orgasm. She took my cock out of her mouth long enough to tell me she was ready for a slow licking this time. I leaned in again to lavish oral attention on her pussy when I felt her mouth capture my penis again. Knowing already that she could take me deeply without gagging, I slowly worked my cock in and out of her mouth as deeply as I could while I ate her. This was more like it. I could keep up this kind of love play all afternoon. 

I'm not sure if it was the excitement and danger of doing it in a city park, or just that I was with a real cutie, but I felt another orgasm approaching. I was able to hold back on this one, and pulled myself away from Jessie's pussy long enough to tell her I was ready to cum again. She told me to give her all I could. As soon as the first blast left my cock, I felt Jessie start to tremble. My load must have been the trigger for her orgasm.  Some couples never climax at the same time, and here we were, cumming the very first time we tried. We couldn't have been at it more that 20 minutes, but we both agreed it was time to stop pressing our luck, and leave the park. We got dressed and walked back to my car, holding hands. As we were driving back to Jessie's car, I asked her what made her want to have sex with me. She told me that every guy she'd ever been friends with had tried to get into her pants, or get her to blow them. She was intrigued that I never tried to talk her into anything, or talked dirty to her. She had a real weakness for guys who didn't try to take advantage of her. I'm still not sure I understood her logic in that, but I wasn't complaining. Playing it cool with her got me laid really hard that day, so I figured I'd keep doing what I was doing, and not make a big deal out of it. I wasn't going to pester her for sex every time I got horny. I was patient, and could wait for her to come to me. Turns out she called me a couple more times after that, and each time the sex just got better and better. As with all good things, our sexual adventures did come to an end. Her boyfriend was transferred to another city, and Jessie went with him. I miss her, but I'm sure I'll hear from her again some day. 



Jessica



I was about to leave work Thursday last week when Jessica, one of my colleagues stopped me.

"Would your guest cabin be available next weekend?" She asked.

Checking the calendar on my Blackberry it was.

"It's available. Hot Weekend?" I quizzed.

"Just for me. Mom said she'd take the two brats for the weekend, I just need some personal time and don't want to stay at my apartment." 

"Well then, it'll be all yours!"

We left the office together and I got ready for the hour drive home. I called Carl and told him that Jessica wanted to use the cabin.

"Do I know her?" He asked.

"You maybe met her at the Christmas Party. Tall redhead?" I replied.

"I guess. You on your way home?"

"Be there in an hour!"

When I got home I told Carl the story that she just wanted to get out of Dodge for the weekend and that her mom had her two kids. 

"I'll make sure it's in order before she gets here tomorrow. Stock the refrigerator?"

"A bottle of wine and some fruit would be a nice touch."

"Done!"

I knew it would be perfect for her getaway.

Jessica and I met in the parking lot the next morning.

"My bag is in the car and I can't wait to get out of here!" she almost whined.

"Nine hours more and then you have the whole weekend!"

Time passed quickly because Fridays are always crazy. It seemed like no time passed before we were out the door.

As she got in her car, she yelled "I'll follow you!"

I laughed and hollered back "Good luck!" as I left the lot.

I had to drive slower the usual to allow her to keep up. It took and extra fifteen minutes to get home. Carl was sitting on the front porch when we drove in.

"Anyone for a cocktail?" he asked with a big grin.

Jessica and I both readily accepted.

"Want to check out your accommodations while he makes us a drink"

"Absolutely! I can't wait to see it"

"I made some pasta and plan to put something on the grill soon...if you'd like to join us." Carl asked as he popped his head out the door.

"Love to!" Jessica chimed.

We walked to the cabin and as we turned the corner of the deck she saw the hot tub.

"I know where I'll start my weekend out!"

"No better way to forget the week!" I said.

As we entered the cabin she just gawked at everything. Her eyes went from floor to ceiling and she broke into a huge grin.

"I could get into this!" she bubbled. "This is so cool!"

After showing her where everything was, we made the short walk back home. Carl had drinks waiting for us, and after finishing the first we adjourned to the back deck and he brought us supper. As always, it was delicious.

"Can I take him home with me?" Jessica asked.

"I have to keep him here because I can't cook!"

We all laughed and began clearing the table, taking the dishes back inside.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll retire to my little nest!" she said with a little wink.

"We understand!" I replied, winking back. "If you need anything, just holler."

As she walked down the steps, she turned and mouthed a great big "Thank You".

I returned to the kitchen where Carl was just finishing cleaning up.

"Don't forget....It's slave night, and you're the slave!" I told him as I gave his crotch a squeeze.

"I knew you wouldn't let me forget!"

I went into the bedroom and changed into my black leather teddy with that nasty 8 inch cock attached. I slipped a robe on over it, leaving the cock hanging out as I walked into the living room.

"See anything you'd like to eat?" I asked coyly.

He wasted no time getting to his knees and enveloped my phallus with his eager mouth. He had already put on a DVD for me and I pressed play as he began stroking me, sucking as he sucked. As "Strap-on Rugmunchers" began playing, I just sat back in the chair, enjoying the pressure his hand action pressing back against my mound. I found the syringe of collected cum he had placed on the table. Attaching it to the tubing that ran up the inside of my fully functional cock, I depressed the plunger just a bit, allowing a little dribble to be released from the time.

A muffled moan escaped his lips as he swallowed the tiny droplet.

"That's enough for now!" I whispered. "I don't want to cum yet."

I knew it was not going to take long anyway, as ready as I was while we had waited for Jessica to leave. I stuck a finger inside the leg of my teddy and felt the wetness of my well-lubricated pussy. 

I brought the finger to my lips and sucked it gently. It was very sticky and almost sweet. Dipping back in, I then offered it to Carl, sliding my finger along my dick and into his mouth.

Another moan escaped him as he sucked both. I rewarded him with another little squirt for the rubber cock. This caused him to begin to suck me harder as he jacked me off into his mouth.

"Cum in my mouth!" he gurgled over and over. "Cum in my mouth! puleeeeze!" 

That did it! As my vagina began rhythmically contracting, I began intermittently pushing the plunger on the syringe, squirting jet after jet of cum into Carl's sucking mouth. I pushed my cock as hard into his face as I went over the edge, fantasizing it was a real cock as I pulsed into his face.

No sooner had I unloaded about four cocks worth of semen down his throat, but the doorbell rang. We both nearly came unglued. He looked at me as I hurried to put on my robe, detaching the cock and putting it in my pocket. Carl slipped his pants back on and turned off the DVD.

I went to the door and there stood Jessica. I opened it and she came in.

"I hate to bother you, but I wanted to get a PPV movie and it wouldn't let me." She said with a sheepish grin.

"We have to order then from our TV." I said. "Come on in!"

"I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Not at all. We were just watching TV!" I said with total sincerity.

She followed me into the living room where Carl was now watching regular programming.

"Want a Cosmo?"

"Twist my arm!" she laughed.

"Be a good boy and make us one, while I order Jessica a movie!"

Carl left to go to the bar to make us a drink and Jessica joined me on the couch.

I went to the PPV screen and asked. "What's your pleasure?"

With a little hesitation she said in a whisper, "It's the block on the adult channels, four hours, and seven channels." She now turned a very deep shade of red.

"Been a while?"

"Forever! I need some good visual stimulation and I thought I might watch a little skin!" she blushed again.

"You'll see more than a little skin!" I said "That's hardcore!"

"Well, I've never seen any, but how bad can it be?"

"It's not bad, just explicit!"

Carl walked back in the room with our drinks and we accepted them greedily. He sat back down in his chair with a glass of wine and flipped the TV back on the channel he was watching.

"Since Jessica had admitted she was in the mood for a little self –loving I decided to see where I might be able to lead her. 

"Want to see a preview?"

I thought she would spill her Cosmo. She blushed again and just nodded a faint "yes'.

"Please put the movie back on."

Carl looked at me with a little grin and pushed play. The movie began where we left it, with one young lady kneeling in front of another, impaling her mouth on the strap-on harnessed to the other. Jessica's eyes widened as she stared at the screen. She took a sip of her Cosmo, and licked her lips a little.

"Was that what you had in mind?" I asked.

She squirmed a little and, taking another drink, said "That's a bit of an overload, but, it'll work!"

I could tell she was enjoying the action on the screen and decided to take a risk. I took my rubber cock out of my robe and attached it to my teddy while she was still staring at the screen.

I then stood up and asked, would you like some of this?" as I opened the robe.

Her eyes widened and she nearly choked on her drink. 

"You don't have to go back to the cabin, if you'd like to join us here." I said with a smile.

She hesitated a moment, then merely slipped off the couch and fell to her knees in front of me, grabbing the cock and impaling her mouth with it in one move. She fervently sucked it, running her hand up and down the shaft as she engulfed it. 

She moaned loudly as she continued to desperately suck my rubber cock. Carl got out of his chair and went to the kitchen. I knew what he was going after. I had a surprise for him!

As I pulled my cock from Jessica's mouth, she whined a little. I sat back down on the couch and left her kneeling on the floor. Her eyes went back to the movie on the screen, then back to my cock sticking straight out from my teddy.

I removed my robe and let her have a look at the way it covered my taught body, my nipples hard and nearly poking through the material covering my breasts.

"Watch the movie; I have some business to take care of!" I told her sweetly.

She tried to sit down on the floor, but I pulled her back up to her knees in front of me. I slid my hands up the backside of her little sundress and exposed her white cotton panties. The material was tight against her lips and a wet spot had formed. I lightly rubbed my finger against it, pushing the material a little tighter against her lips. 

Another deep moan escaped her as I began rubbing her slit slowly from top to bottom and back. She pushed back a little and I forced my fingers and her panties a little deeper into her causing a noticeable expansion of the wet spot. 

Enough teasing I thought, and reached down and pulled her panties down to her knees. Looking down at them, the crotch was covered with her lubrication. I brought my fingers back to her now exposed nether region. Her auburn bush was full and a sticky glistening wetness was everywhere. I slowly ran a finger up her slit, gently parting her darkened lips exposing her vaginal canal. She pushed back against my finger and I slipped three of them easily inside.

I twirled them around a bit, deep inside her and then slowly slid them back out. Long strands of her juices clung to my fingers as I extracted them from her. She was really wet! 

I brought my hand to my face and inhaled her womanly aroma and moaned a little before sucking them into my mouth, tasting her for the first time. Her tangy sweet goo stuck to my palate as I savored her. As I was sucking my fingers, she turned toward me and her eyes seemed to roll back as she lost any inhibition she might have had.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded.

Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I got down behind her and placed the tip of my rubber cock at her entrance. She pushed back against me and her vagina inhaled me. I slowly began stroking into her, withdrawing all the way out before sliding back into her hole. My cock glistened with her juices each time I pulled back. I began a slow rhythm and she went along with it, as she continued to watch the two girls going at it on the big screen.

Carl snuck in a brought another syringe for me to attach to the cock. Once it was attached, I just had to wait for Jessica. 

I did not have long to wait. She began bucking harder against me, forcing me deeper into her as I plunged that rubber cock to the balls. Her sundress was soaked on the back with sweat as she began to lose control.

"Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me!" she moaned over and over.

So I did. First a small squirt, then another and another until I had emptied the syringe inside her. She shook violently and pushed back tighter against me as she went over the edge in what could only be described as an explosion.

I held her tightly against me, still buried inside her as she slowly regained her senses. 

She began to laugh a little and just shook her head and giggled a little "I needed that! Badly!" She still had not turned around to face me.

When she finally did, she just grinned a little and asked, "Did you.....?" I didn't let her finish but just laughed and said "Filled you up!"

A puzzled look spread across her face. "What do you mean?"

"Filled you up with cum!" I replied, showing her the empty syringe.

"Oh my God! I thought I felt that cock squirting in me!" 

"Don't worry! Carl will clean you up!"

That brought another quizzed look from Jessica. 

"This is slave night, and it's Carl's turn to be my slave! Now he's our slave!" I announced. "He has to service us with whatever we need.....or want! Right now, I want him to clean you up!"

Carl got down on the floor under me, where I was still buried deep in Jessica. I slowly withdrew from her, and allowed my cock to drop into his mouth. He sucked it clean and I then got back onto the couch to watch.

"Force a little cum out....just a little!"

I could see Jessica squeeze her abs slightly and a dribble of cum dropped from her parted lips and into Carl's mouth.

She looked over at me with a "how's that" look.

"He's all yours!"

She reached back and inserted a finger in her dripping gash and forced a little more out. Closing her eyes, she began to slide her finger deep inside and forced more into Carl's waiting mouth. She was now dripping in a steady stream, globs of cum dropped onto Carl's tongue and he swallowed it as it fell, mouth open and begging for more. 

From the look on Jessica's face, I could tell she was going to have another orgasm soon. She stopped fingering her hole, and began rubbing her clit. Her butt swaying rhythmically to her swirling finger. She soon stiffened and squeezed her clit between her lips using her thumb and index finger. A large glob of cum escaped her and dropped on Carl's tongue as she went over into the throws of orgasm. Her butt spasmed and she shook as she emptied her vagina of the remainder of the cum. Carl raised his head up a little and gave her slit a long lick, causing her to shudder once more as she finished.

"Jesus, that was fucking great," was all she could mutter.

"Sure looked hot!" I commented.

Carl slid out from under her and went to take his place in the chair.

"All these Cosmos........" I said with a sly grin, "I have to pee!"

"Me too!" Jessica said.

Carl got back out of his chair and lay down on the floor again. He knew what to do.

"I pulled aside the crotch of my teddy, exposing myself completely and stood over him.

I looked at Jessica and knelt down over Carl's face and gave her a wink. Spreading my labia apart with my fingers, I held myself over his open mouth and strained down a little, allowing a squirt to shoot out. Carl's mouth was position perfectly to catch it and so I began forcefully releasing a golden stream into it. I emptied my bladder as Carl's swallowed everything I had to offer. When I was finished he gave my slit a long lick as if to tell me he was done.

Jessica was still sitting there, deer-in-the-headlights look, not sure if she had just seen what I had done. 

"Your turn!" I told her.

"I couldn't!" she said as if a little embarrassed.

"Sure you can, he loves it! Matter-of-fact, so do I!" I added. "Just a little salt water! But......so hot!"

"I really don't think I can!" she pleaded.

"Let me help!" I said.

I got down on the floor next to her and pulled her dress over her head. Her breasts were topped with large nipples that stood out quite proudly. I leaned over and sucked one into my mouth, nursing her while I fondled the other with my hand, tweaking her nipple each time my fingers passed over it.

She tilted her head back and gave a long sigh. "Mmmmm that feels good!" she moaned. 

I soon turned my attention to another area, sliding my hand down her belly to her mound. I began to massage it gently, causing another moan to escape her lips. She pushed forward into my hand and I parted her lips with two fingers, allowing her pink inside to show. I began to stroke her labia up and down, causing friction against her now swollen clit, making her lubricate profusely. Below me I could see Carl's head, mouth open, waiting for her to release a flood into his mouth.

I brought my face to her head and whispered in her ear, "Pee for me Jessica. Pee in his mouth! You can do it! Pee for me!"

A long low moan escaped her lips as I felt her pelvic floor tighten. Carl's mouth came up and locked to her labia as she released down his throat. I felt her tense up and then grind down against him, filling him with her hot nectar.

"Oh jeez!" She whimpered, "I'm gonna cum again!" 

I felt every muscle in her body tense as she spasmed in a tremendous orgasm. Sweat seemed to pour from her as she grabbed Carl's head and held it tightly against her crotch.

When she finally released her grip on him, she was spent. She nearly collapsed on the floor, but caught herself with one hand before she went all the way over.

She gave me a look of disbelief and laughed.

"So how was it?" I asked, full knowing the answer.

"I've never had an orgasm like that in my life! Not even close!"

"Well, mine was good, but it left me wanting more!" I stated. "Anyone interested in a little girl-on-girl sixty-nine?" I added looking at Jessica sitting on the floor.

Another shocked look on her face told me she had never experienced that before either. I decided to take the matter into my own hands. I stood up and slowly stripped my teddy off, revealing my entire body to her. Standing in front of her, I slowly inserted two fingers into my sopping vagina. The sticky lubrication from deep within me glistened on my fingers as I brought them to my mouth and proceeded to suck them clean.

The whole time, I watched her for a reaction. Her eyes were glued to my naked mound and she licked her lips a little and swallowed as I felt a little trickle of moisture escape my now slightly gaping hole. I moved closer and held my exposed sex inches from her face. Inserting my fingers once again, feeling the copious lubrication inside, I withdrew them slowly, and then offered them to her. 

Jessica tentatively licked the end of one finger, then without any further hesitation, sucked my gooey digits into her mouth, licking and sucking all my woman fluids from them.

I got down on the floor in front of her and pushed her onto her back. I swung around so that my steamy slit was over her face as I lowered my head to her hairy mound. Not even using my fingers, I parted her lips with my tongue and gave her a long lick. A continuous stream of lubrication flowed from deep within her vault. 

She arched her pelvis forcing my tongue deeper inside. I continued to lick her gently as I forced my tongue ever further into her canal. Still keeping my crotch a good distance from her face, I slowly gyrated my hips as if I were grinding into her mouth. I could faintly hear little mews as she now began humping harder against my mouth, now enveloping her labia. My tongue continued to swirl inside her, swabbing the walls of her vagina in my attempt to bring her off. Since I knew she had never done this before, I thought she could decide when she was ready to taste me firsthand. 

I was already close to orgasm, just sucking her, that I knew the moment she touched me with her tongue, I would explode. 

She began bucking harder still against my face and I could feel her muscles tighten as she approached another orgasm. Suddenly she pulled me down to her face and drove her tongue deep inside me. Her vaginal walls began a rhythmic contraction and she pressed tight up against my face, spasming into my mouth. That was all it took for me, too, and I ground myself down tight against her face as I spasmed over and over. I lost track of how many times I came with my pussy glued to her mouth, but she was doing the same to me. 

When her vagina finally stopped contracting, I released my lips from her and slowly slid my face to the floor. I just lay there panting, my tongue still licking her thigh, as we both relaxed.

I slowing got to my feet and handed Carl my martini glass.

With another evil smile, I said, "You've been a good boy, so you may fill my glass!"




Jessica



He got up from the chair and stood next to me, his purple cock, standing out in front of him. Jessica got up on one elbow and turned to watch us. 

I held the glass below his cock as he stroked himself slowly. A big drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip. With my free hand I lubricated a finger in my still dripping vagina and then slowly slid it into his ass.

Winking at Jessica I said slyly "Watch closely!"

She got up a little closer and I watched as I began to massage Carl's prostate. Fluid began running from the tip of his throbbing cock almost immediately. The milky fluid began to collect and slowly began to form a pool in the bottom of the glass.

Moans escaped Carl's lips as I continued my massage. I looked at Jessica and asked, "How much should I collect?"

"How much can you?"

"About twenty cc's if I keep massaging him! Sure is a lot more than the three or so in a cum shot. Make him cum without cumming!"

"That's not funny!" Carl added.

"Are you complaining?" I asked evilly.

"Not at all!"

"I thought not!"

Jessica laughed a little and said, "He's definitely enjoying it!"

I kept massing him until I was satisfied with my effort. The glass was about one-quarter full. The sticky white semen coated the sides and formed a large pool on the bottom. I slowly withdrew my finger from Carl's ass, causing him to release a little moan. His cock was still engorged and purple. He was going to have to wait until we were completely satisfied before he would get his release. He knew the drill.

I told Carl to mix us two more Cosmo's while we decided what to do with the partially filled glass of semen in my hand. He dutifully left the room and went to mix us each another drink.

"Swirling the glass I asked, "What should we do with this?"

"You're going to make him drink it, aren't you?" Jessica questioned.

"No....you are!"

As I handed her the glass, Carl reentered the living room, a Cosmo in each hand.

"Drinks are served!" he said, handing us each one.

"Yes they are!" Jessica said as she swirled her glass of semen. "Yes they are!"

Carl got a slight smile on his face as he anticipated what she would request.

"May I have mine?" he asked.

"I haven't decided yet how I want you to consume it!" she said coyly.

She set the glass on the floor and stuck her finger in it, stirring the contents as both Carl and I watched. She then brought the finger to her left breast and circled her nipple, leaving a trail around it before dotting her now rock hard nipple with a drop. Dipping her finger back in she traced the other nipple the same way and then looked down at them to admire her handiwork. She then took a drink of her Cosmo and set it down on the floor.

Looking straight into Carl's gaze, she hoisted a breast to her mouth and swirled her tongue around a nipple before sucking it into her mouth. She no longer seemed to have any inhibitions about our little party games.

I watched as Carl's cock twitched a little as she sucked her other nipple, licking any traces of semen that had dried to her breasts.

"Would you like some?" she asked him with an evil smile.

She then poured a pool of the sticky mess into her navel.

"It's all yours!" she laughed.

Carl knelt down and placed his mouth over her belly. In one suck he had cleaned all the semen out of her belly button.

Raising his head, he gave her that "more?" look.

Jessica then poured the remainder onto her pubic hair and rubbed it around, causing her already dampened bush to get even wetter. Carl lowered his head once more and began sucking the glistened mess from her thick pubes. She grabbed his head and held him tightly against her, forcing him to suck her sticky hair nearly dry. 

Satisfied he had done his work; she released her hold on him and let him up.

"On your back!" she ordered. "I've got to pee again!" Then she added to me "I can't believe I just said that!"

Carl did as he was told, and Jessica got up and squatted over his face. Holding her labia apart, she began dribbling her urine into Carl's open mouth. She watched closely and began forcefully peeing into it when she was satisfied she was on target.

I watched intently as she drained herself down Carl's throat. I knew I would be next.

When she was finished, she gave a little shudder and stood up, allowing Carl to get off his back. 

Before I could get up and push him back down, she had taken his place.

She lay back and opened her mouth, then pointed at me and said "Your turn!"

A little shocked again that she would want me to do it, but then she was totally out of control. 

Not one to pass up the opportunity, I knelt over her face and spread myself apart. I watched as she examined me closely and positioned her mouth below my urethra. She gave it a little lick as I began to squirt a little pee into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, so I began to empty myself. She pulled me down onto her mouth as I let a forceful stream flow into her. She kept a steady suction on me until I was completely drained.

I nearly came from the force of her mouth covering me completely.

I slowly swung a leg over her head and moved off of her face.

"Next?" she questioned.

I looked at Carl with a puzzled look. I had never let him pee in my mouth, and he had never expressed an interest. 

I just shrugged my shoulders and said "Go for it!"

Carl knelt over her chest and held is semi-erect cock in one hand. Jessica opened her mouth wide and pointed with a finger at it. Within a few moments a squirt of urine came out of the end of Carl's cock, and began a steady stream. He kept it aimed into Jessica's mouth and she gulped and swallowed, never closing her mouth, and not spilling a drop.

When Carl was finished, Jessica just wiped her lips a little and let out a small belch.

"I'm full or now!" she laughed. 

"Let's get in the hot tub!" I suggested. "We all need a little soak!"

I got up and they both followed me out to the tub and climbed in.

After relaxing for several minutes, Jessica finally spoke. "That was incredible! I've done more sexually in the last few hours, than my entire life!"

"Want to do more?" was my response.

She laughed a little and said "Try and stop me!"

"Well, the first thing we need to do is get rid of that bush of yours! You have such a pretty pussy; it's a shame not to be able to see it better."

"Well....if you insist!"

"Let's go do it, no razor involved! I've got some stuff that will take it all off. No irritation, and totally smooth."

We got out of the tub and went back in the house. I stopped by the bathroom and got my supplies. I mixed up enough to do the job and returned to the living room, towel in hand.

"Lie down and spread your legs!" I ordered. "This won't hurt a bit!"

I spread the remover over her mound with my finger and soon had all her hair covered. 

"Seven minutes and I'll scrape it off!"

Carl brought me a credit card and seven minutes later I began scraping her clean. She gave a little shudder as I ran the card across her labia. Her insides were very pink and glistening as she continued to lubricate.

I used the warm wet towel to clean her up completely and asked Carl "What do you think?"

"Nice!" was his only comment.

"Want to see?" I asked Jessica, as I handed her a small mirror.

She gazed into the mirror and a little giggles escaped her lips.

"Looks different!" she mused. "But definitely sexy!"

She ran her hand over her now clean mound and smiled a bit "Smooth as a baby's bottom!"

Sliding a finger inside, she commented "And very wet!"

"Masturbate for us!" I suggested.

She didn't hesitate, but went right to work on her new toy. She slid a couple of fingers inside, and then removed them, spreading her glistening juices over her labia and clit. Dipping the fingers back inside, she began to rhythmically stoke deep into her vaginal canal, nearly withdrawing her fingers before plunging them back into the depths.

Both Carl and I watched closely as her sticky lubrication coated her fingers each time she withdrew them. Her eyes closed and her breathing quickened as she picked up the pace of finger-fucking herself. 

She arched her back and raised her hips off the floor as she shuddered to a major climax. Her breathing stopped momentarily as she came, letting out a guttural growl when she went over. She left her fingers buried within as she collected herself. 

When she finally opened her eyes and began to withdraw her sticky fingers, I took her hand and guided the coated digits to my mouth. I sucked them in and licked them completely clean while never breaking my gaze into her eyes. She closed her eyes once again and let out a little moan.

Taking a hint, I crawled up between her splayed legs and lowered my face to her leaking womanhood. I parted her labia with two fingers and inserted my tongue as far as I could into her vaginal canal. This brought her hips back off the floor again and she began to hump against my mouth. The feeling of her now hairless mound against my nose and cheeks was really getting me going again, too.

I withdrew my tongue from deep with her and replace it with several fingers. I began stroking slowing in and out of her, licking my fingers each time I withdrew. I ran my tongue down into the crack of her backside and slowly snaked it in to her puckered little hole. Another moan escaped her, and she bucked harder against my fingers and face. 

I could feel sweat from her thighs began dampening my hair as she became hotter and hotter with my probing. Rather than change my tactics, I continued plunging my fingers in her vagina as my tongue kept time probing her butt. 

She began to stiffen and clamped her thighs tight against my head. I could hear her screaming but was unable to understand what was coming out of her mouth. She began shuddering violently over and over as I buried my tongue deep into her little puckered hole. I felt her vagina clamp down tightly on my fingers and her sphincter spasm in a rapidly contracting orgasm, which seemed to last forever. 

She finally collapsed back to the floor and released her vise-like thighs from my head.

Uncontrolled laughter followed. 

When she finally regained her composure she said, still struggling to breathe "You don't have any idea how great that was! No idea!"

I just smiled at her and said "I believe I do!"

As we lay there on the floor, Carl got up from his chair and stood over us. His cock was very swollen and purple; standing at complete attention as he slowly stroked it for our gaze.

"Anybody want some?" he finally asked.

Jessica didn't give me a chance to answer as she grabbed hold of him and pulled him to his knees over her chest. With one hand she pulled his cock into her mouth, forcing him to let go of himself and allow her to guide him. Her other hand reached around him and pulled him into her face. I just watched as she forced his full length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed a bit and she began sucking him greedily. She backed off him a little and began jacking him off in her mouth. She opened her mouth a bit and I watched his cock slid in and out. She was definitely consuming it. I knew that as long as Carl had waited, it would not be long until he had to cum. 

He began to push back into her mouth and soon was engrossed in fucking her face. From experience, I know that when he starts that, it's not very long until he shoots.

Jessica seemed to sense it to because she pulled him out of her mouth and almost growled "Cum in my mouth! Cum in my mouth!" 

That was all it took. He forced himself back into her open mouth and her lips closed around his exploding cock. Her cheeks hollowed again and I could see her throat muscles began to contract as she swallowed his load. 

"Swallow it!" Suck him dry!" I ordered as Carl went totally rigid, his cock buried to the hilt down her throat. He nearly screamed in orgasm as she kept her lips locked around his throbbing erection.

He went a little slack, and Jessica released her hold on him, allowing him to withdraw from her mouth. As he did, another small drop of semen leaked from the tip, which Jessica gently licked off with her tongue.

A big smile went across her face as she just licked her lips and purred "Yummm, that was tasty!"

We all needed to get in the hot tub after that. For thirty minutes we just sat and soaked. I relived what had just occurred and was certain that Carl and Jessica were doing the same.

Finally Jessica spoke up. "Time to party some more!"

This girl was not going to stop until morning!

"Go make us a couple more Cosmos!" I ordered. "We'll be in shortly!"

Carl got out, leaving us to scheme in the tub.

"You want to fuck him in the ass or mouth" I asked with a devilish grin. "Your choice, I'll take what's left over!"

"Ass!" she proclaimed vehemently.

Now that we had a plan, we got out and headed to my closet to get her a harness. I picked it out of my toy box and said "See if this will fit!"

She pulled it up and I tightened the straps. Perfect. Since it was crotch less, she ran a finger into her still glistening slit. 

""Still wet!" she proclaimed, and sucked her finger clean.

I got my "Vixen" out and held it up.

Her eyes widened a bit as she asked "Is that what I think it is?"

I sucked it into my mouth and then pulled it back out. "Precisely!"

She gingerly took it from my hand and examined it. While she was doing that, I gave the bulb a couple of pumps and she felt the cock expand a little near the base.

She giggled a bit and said "Oh my god!"

"Want to use it?"

She nodded and I slid it through the ring. 

"Now don't pump it up until you bury it, and don't pump it more than three or four times. But when you fuck him with it he's going to go nuts!"

"I've got to go get mine and we'll walk out together. That'll get his attention fast!" 

I left the bedroom and went back out to retrieve my teddy and tool. Carl had our drinks waiting on the bar. He had put on another movie and was sitting in his chair just slowly stroking himself.

"Back in a flash!" I said. 

I went back and stopped in the kitchen where I had more medicine thawed and warmed a little. I picked it up and went back into the bedroom. Jessica was waiting, just slowly stroking her cock as she admired herself in the mirror.

This is so cool!" she said. "Where did you find it?"

"On-line!" 

"Looks real, doesn't it?"

"A little too real!" she stated. 

"I just laughed and said "You have no idea!"

I slid my teddy up and adjusted the tubing, taking a syringe and fastening it to the end. I gave the plunger a slow push and watched as cum ran down the tubing and into my cock.

"Want a little taste?"

Jessica knelt in front of me and opened her mouth. I gave the syringe another little push and a small squirt left the tip and shot onto her tongue.

She swallowed and then looked a little puzzled.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Tastes a lot like cum!" she said.

"That's because it is!"

I offered her my hand up and said "Now, let's fill yours up!"

I attached another syringe to the extra tubing and filled the "Vixen" until it began to drip a little.

"You're good to go. Cum in his ass or mouth, he won't care!"

We left the bedroom and walked to the bar. We each picked up a Cosmo and walked between Carl and the TV.

"See anything you want?" I asked coyly.

He got out of the chair and immediately got on the floor on his hands and knees.

Looking back at us he smiled and said "Please Mistresses!"

Jessica and I both walked over to him, Cosmos in one hand and our strapons in the other. I gave her a little wink and then placed my fake cock near his face.

"I want to cum in your mouth!" I told him. "And.........I want you to swallow it all!"

He just smiled and opened his mouth. I slid my cock past his lips and began slowly fucking his face. I was so horny again that I knew I would cum shortly. I finished my drink and handed it to Jessica. She set both of our glasses on the table and began to slowly stroke the "Vixen". Watching her stroke it turned me on even more, reminding me of some other ladies who had done so in the past. I thought Jessica would mount him doggy style but she just continued to stoke herself, eyes closed, sweat beginning to bead on her face and neck. She was ready to get off, too.

I quickened by pace plunging into Carl's mouth and grabbed hold of the plunger of the syringe. Depressing it just a bit, I released a little squirt.

He groaned a little and that was all it took for me to feel the orgasm boil up in my belly. 

Driving my cock hard into his mouth, I shuddered and screamed. "I'm cummmming!"

Barely able to keep myself upright, I shuddered against his face and depressed the plunger several times, emptying the cum into his mouth. 

He groaned and swallowed at the same time, keeping his lips wrapped around me sucking the rest of the fluid from my rubber cock. I finally stopped spasming and pulled back away from him a bit, my cock dangling in front of me, totally spent.

Jessica was now stroking her cock a little faster, as she had watched me pummel Carl and fill his mouth with the hot cum. I moved away and figured she had changed her mind about mounting him. She had!

"Take his place, Marsha!" she ordered. "And take off that teddy!"

A little shocked at her brashness, I could only do as I was told. 

As I stripped off the teddy, Carl got back into his chair and began to slowly stroke himself. His cock was rigid and glistening from the pre-cum oozing from the tip. He smeared it on the head and shaft and continued to slowly stoke it as he watched Jessica get behind me.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

I turned my head around and gave her a big grin. "Fuck me!"

She slowly slid the long shaft of the "Vixen" past my labia and then into the depths of my saturated vagina. Slowly, she began to slide in and out of me, nearly withdrawing before slipping deeply back inside.

With a glazed look back at her I groaned "Tie with me!"

She grinned and grabbed the bulb and gave it a couple of pumps while she was at my entrance. I felt her push against me and the swelling of the "Vixen" passed my lips and seated in my canal.

I felt it as she gave a couple more pumps to seal me up. There is no way to describe the fullness you get from feeling it swell inside you. I let out a long groan and then a sigh as she began to slowly hump against my backside in short staccato strokes, pulling back just enough to feeling the swelling tugging at my opening. We were locked.

I could hear her breath quicken as she approached her climax.

"I'm gonna cum inside you! I'm gonna cum in your pussy, you bitch!"

"Yessss!" I screamed. "Cum in me!"

The first shot from her sent me over the edge and we both wailed together as she went off at the same time. He cock pulsing deep inside me, and sweat from her face and breasts now dripping onto my back.

Time seemed to stop as my vagina clamped down on that cock and I quivered internally in one orgasm after another.

Jessica finally relaxed a little and just knelt there behind me, still "tied" and seemed to be totally relaxed.

"When I had regained my composure and thought she might have regained hers I turn my head and smiled a little and said in a hoarse whisper "You made that mess, now you'll have to clean it up!"

"I'd planned on it!" she said with an evil little grin.

I felt her deflate the cock a little and moved my butt a little higher in the air.

"Give me one of those empty glasses!" I told Carl.

He handed it to me in mid stroke and I placed it under my crotch. I tilted my butt back towed the floor as she withdrew from my soggy hole. The second the tip of the "Vixen" left me, I could feel the warm cum leak across my lips and toward the floor. Jessica just sort of watched it fall for a bit, then stuck her finger in my, scooping it from the recess of my canal. This caused me to give another involuntary shudder as she probed my depths. She then lowered her head to my gaping hole and sucked my lips, her tongue probing inside to see if she could drain any fluid left in me.




Jessica



She slurped her lips as she broke away from my swollen labia and the growled "Piss in my mouth!" 

She put her mouth back over my labia and began sucking again. I really had to pee anyway, so I let go a full stream down her throat. I could feel her tongue pounding my urethra as I emptied my bladder into her thirsty mouth. 

When I was empty she took her face away, picked up the glass between my legs, and sat back on her heels. 

Carl surprised me a little as he stood up and walked over to when Jessica was rocked back. Without any warning, he lowered his cock next to the waiting glass and shot several ropes of cum, adding to the contents.

Jessica just swirled the glass a bit, and with a smile on her face, quaffed it all in one gulp.

"That was fun! What's next?"

"Bed! We'll continue this tomorrow!" was all I could say! 



Jessica



When my wife told me her youngest sister Jessica was going to be staying with us for six weeks I wasn't thrilled. Jill and I had been through a rough patch in our marriage and things were just beginning to get back to normal - especially our sex life. With Jessica here I could see my life being turned upside down once again. No more loud spontaneous sex anywhere the urge hit us. No more roaming through the house naked. Hell, we're probably going to have to start cooking again. 

Damn, it wasn't that I didn't like Jessica, but the timing couldn't have been worse. Jill would be in Atlanta the first two weeks she was here completing a mandatory training assignment for work and it would be up to me to keep Jessica entertained while she was gone. I guess it was better than a sharp stick in the eye, but not by much.

Jessica arrived on June first as promise and Jill left for Atlanta the following day. At least Jill was able to get Jessica settled in before she left. They unpacked her things in the guest bedroom on the opposite end of the house. With Jessica down there we might be able to find a little privacy when Jill got back from Atlanta.

Our first morning together was a bit awkward for me and Jessica. At thirty five I was seventeen years older than her and we had little to talk about except the weather and her folks. 

Jessica wasn't what you would call ugly but she wasn't a raving beauty like Jill. She was barely five feet tall, probably weighed no more than hundred pounds, wore her long auburn hair pulled back in a pony tail most of the time, and still had braces on her teeth. I swear the girl had worn braces all her life it seemed. And to make matters worse she had no boobs whatsoever. Jill once told me she and her mother prayed that Jessica would grow some boobs! 

She did have two things going for her. She had a cute little ass and she had one of those deep sexy voices like Kathleen Turner. Privately I fantasized about her coming up to me and saying, "I want you to fuck me Eddie." If that wouldn't make your dick hard there was something wrong with you.

After we ate breakfast I told her I was going to Wal-Mart.

"You're welcome to come with me if you want to."

"No, thanks I'm going to take a long hot bath and wash my hair. Jill and I were up so late last night I didn't get a chance to shower before going to sleep." 

"Okay, I won't be gone long," I told her as I headed out the door. 

When I returned I saw no signs of Jessica. She probably in her room or maybe she was sill in the tub. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to the den. After reading the paper and catching up on the local news I decided to go to my room and take a nap. What a way to spend my vacation. At least I'd be well rested when I went back to work. 

With Jessica busy on the other end of the house I decided to watch a porno tape and stroke myself to sleep. I stripped down to my boxers and t-shirt and proceeded to get comfortable. The movie had just started when I heard a knock on the door. Shit, it had to Jessica. I wonder what she wanted.

"It's open, come on in," I said as I put the tape on pause. 

Jessica slowly pushed the door open and paused before entering. Damn, she didn't look half bad standing there. Her hair was down, and she had on a t-shirt that barely fell below her waist. I had never noticed what a great set of legs she had. Of course the t-shirt didn't do much for her chest other than confirm she had very small breasts. 

"Am I interrupting." She asked. 

Of course I lied and said no. Then I realized I was holding the remote in my hand.

"Are you going to watch a movie? Do you mind if I join you. I'm a little bored."

Damn I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to tell her she couldn't watch a movie with me, but I didn't want to tell her I was watching a porno film either. Hell, there was only one thing to do -- tell her the truth.

"Well to tell you the truth I was fixing to watch a porno flick. But I can put something else in since you're here."

"No need to do that. I'm all grown up you know," she said with a smile. "Besides I like porn."

"Okay, grab a seat on the bed and we'll get started."

Jessica wasn't shy. She climbed up on the bed and sat down next to me. The movie was a Jenna Jamison flick. I couldn't have picked a nastier movie for us to watch. This one had it all. It had a killer anal scene that was sure to give me a raging hard-on. I'd have to figure out a way to hide it or embarrass the shit out of myself.

As the movie progressed Jessica and I maintained complete silence. Every once and a while I'd glance over at her as inconspicuously as possible just to see her reaction to certain scenes. About fifteen minutes into the movie I noticed her right hand was resting on top of her upper right thigh. When I glanced over a couple of minutes later I couldn't believe my eyes. Her hand was now resting on top of her lower stomach. Her t-shirt was up exposing her white cotton panties and her fingers were inside the waistband. I pretended not to notice and decided to play it cool and see what she did next.

When I looked over a minute or so later her fingers were inside her panties and she was definitely rubbing her pussy. Goddamn, not only was I totally amazed I was turned on to the gills. Here I was worried about getting a boner and she's sitting right beside me rubbing her cunt. 

It wasn't long before Jessica's breathing got heavier. Fuck was she going to cum right here in front of me? Trying to keep my mind on the movie I suddenly felt a hand resting on my cock. Jessica massaged me through my boxers for a couple of minutes without speaking a word. Then she moved her hand inside my shorts and spoke.

"You wanta join me," she asked? "I need to cum but I'd like you to help me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But fuck I wasn't going to pass this opportunity up. I slid my hand over on her left thigh and eased a couple of fingers under the leg band of her panties and said, "I'd love too."

Jessica moved her hand, allowing my fingers to touch her succulent pussy. As I gently slid my fingers over her wet velvety lips she began to stroke my cock. When my fingers found her clit Jessica moaned loudly.

"Oh yeah Eddie right there baby. Ooh rub my clit honey."

I was excited and mortified at the same time. Never in my wildest fantasies did I ever imagine this scenario. It was surreal to say the least. But the way Jessica was moaning and bucking her hips I knew she was on the edge, fixing to cum. As I massaged her clit she pushed her fingers into her cunt and soon she arched her back slightly and sort of froze in mid-air for a couple of seconds. Then she pulled her fingers from her pussy and placed them on top of my hand holding it tightly against her. She still had a death grip on my cock but was no longer stroking me. 

With her hips back on the bed and her breathing slowly returning to normal she rolled over onto my chest and kissed me. And it wasn't just a peck either. She sucked my lips and drove her tongue deep into my mouth all the while still holding my throbbing cock. After what was a very passionate kiss Jessica broke our lip lock and rested her head on my chest. 

Looking up at me with a wicked grin on her face she said, "We need to do something about this don't we?" as she gently gave my cock a couple of slow strokes. 

She sat up and tugged at my boxers and I gave her a hand and quickly slid them off. As Jessica pulled her t-shirt over her head I got my first look at her tiny boobs. But I was surprised at how attractive they actually were. True enough they were small but for lack of a better word they looked perky. Like they were just waiting for someone to take them in their mouth and caress them. Next she slid her panties off. And I have to admit she looked hot. She was shaved smooth and her skin was glistening. In fact, Jessica looked like a hot, naked thirteen-year old. The sight of her had my cock raging. 

When she crawled on top of me and guided my dick into her sweet little treasure I thought I was going to explode. Her cunt was so hot and so tight it was unbelievable. She took all of my eight inches and then slowly started to rock her hips. With her hands on my chest and her head cocked back she rode my dick hard and heavy. As I reached up and cupped her tiny breasts and pinched her pointy nipples Jessica moaned and whimpered. 

When Jessica started breathing heavy I knew she was fixing to cum again. And I was right there with her. She slowed her pace but fucked me much more intensely. Pressing her little body down against me she did one hell of a bump and grind on my cock. As she let out a long loud "fuck" I began to shoot my load into her while Jessica kept grinding her hips until we were both spent and exhausted. 

With my cock still buried deep inside her Jessica leaned down and laid her head on my sweaty chest and we both savored the tranquility. 

It looked like it was going to be one hell of a summer after all!



Jessica



"Sure, sounds great," I lied. Benson had finally invited me to the Monday Night Football game. I wasn't much for watching sports, but I knew that this weekly ritual was about more than just the game. It was an exclusive club. Benson, Dwight, Sam and our regional director, Cary, never missed a week, and no one beneath them was invited to join. Then Sam moved across the country and there was a spot open. None of the guys in the office were sure which would come first, the promotion or the invitation to the game. We all knew that they were one and the same. 

"Glad you are free. There's one problem though, we couldn't get any of our houses free from the ladies. You know how wives are," Benson laughed, "Any chance that your house is empty tonight?" 

"Yeah, no problem." 

I knew how wives were. I had been divorced from mine for ten years. I could definitely understand their need to get away from their spouses and let lose a little. That's why I didn't really consider it anything outstanding when Benson slipped me a paper with a phone number and instructed me to call for a waitress for the evening. I figured we would kick back, drink a few too many beers, flirt a bit with a cute young college girl, and in the morning I would wake up with a little more responsibility and a lot more pay. 

I had a well-stocked bar at home, a big-screen television, and a comfortable living room. The only thing that I was missing was some cold beer, so I stopped at the liquor store on the way home and was feeling rather smug about the evening. But as I pulled into my driveway I saw a powder blue Datsun and my smugness dissipated. 

"Well, fuck," I grumbled as I turned my car off. However, my voice was only half disappointed. My daughter would put a snag in the evening but I was always thrilled to have her visit. 

"Hey there!" I grinned at Jessica as I juggled two twelve packs of beer. She was lounging against the kitchen counter, lovely as usual, and just smirked at me. "You could help, you know?" 

"But you are so much fun to watch struggle, daddy," she teased. 

I rolled my eyes and put the beer down on the counter. Then I turned to Jessica and held my arms open. She immediately collapsed into an affectionate hug. It had been too long since I had seen her. I had dropped her off at her university in August. She had chosen to spend Christmas vacation with her mother in Hawaii and so I hadn't seen her in nearly a year. She seemed to have blossomed even more and was beaming up at me with a perfectly precious smile. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked. 

"It's spring break," she told me, as if I should have known. I probably should have but to be honest I usually only skimmed the long emails that she sent to her mother and me to let us know that she was surviving collage. 

"Of course it is," I agreed, "And we planned for you to come here during spring break?" 

"Um, no," Jessica bit her lower lip and looked away for a second as if she actually believed that I was going to get angry with her, or turn her away. I laughed and rolled my eyes. That was definitely Joyce's doing. 

"I was supposed to be going to the beach with Ryan, but I sort of caught Ryan getting ready for the beach with another girl, if you know what I mean." I always knew Ryan wasn't much of a boyfriend, but I had let Jessica make her own decisions about him. I tried not to show my relief. "So, I thought that since I didn't get to see you during Christmas I would just drive down. You don't mind, do you daddy?" 

"No, of course not, sweetheart," I assured her, "And I am sorry about Ryan. It's just that tonight I am having a few co-workers over, and it is kinda a guy's night. Do you think that you might be able to spend the evening with Missy?" Missy was Jessica's high school friend. I didn't really like the girl and I had no idea if she was even still in town, but I hoped that she was at that moment. 

Jessica bit her lip again, "Um, daddy, Missy is who I caught Ryan with." 

"Oh," I said, blushing and trying to cover my tracks, "Well, then..." 

"I am sure I can think of something to do, don't worry," Jessica stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek, then returned to the counter. I hadn't even realized that I had been holding her during the entire conversation. It felt comforting to have my little girl back in my arms. "So, what kind of party are you having tonight?" 

"Now, I didn't say anything about a party," I protested. Jessica nodded towards the beer I had carried in and I blushed again, "Ah, yeah. Well, help me put these away," I cracked open one of the cases and started handing her beers to put into the refrigerator, "It is nothing big. It is just a few of my co-workers coming. But if things go well then I might have a promotion as of tomorrow." 

"Congratulations," she beamed at me. I was always happy that Jessica had never lost her pride in me. "What are you doing, playing cards?" 

I laughed, "Watching football." Jessica joined me in my laughter, knowing how much I hated sports. 

"Well, I am sure it wont be that bad. You have plenty of beer, you can distract yourself with that." 

"Oh, that reminds me!" I exclaimed, taking out my cell phone. I had almost forgotten to call for a waitress. 

"Ohhhh, are you guys having another type of distraction?" my daughter teased. She knew too much for her nineteen years. I rolled my eyes at her. 

"It isn't like that," I explained, "It is just a waitress, to serve drinks and snacks and stuff." 

"Oh, really? Does it pay well?" 

"Well, I hadn't thought about it. Cary is paying. I suppose it does." 

"Can I do it?" 

I was taken off guard. The last thing that I had expected was my daughter offering to cater my football party. I looked down at her and for the first time realized that she was quite attractive. She had dark red hair, like her mother's, pale skin with a sprinkling of freckles on her nose, and bright green eyes. She was in shape from walking to class daily, and had perky young breasts poking towards me. I shook my head, wondering how on earth I had started looking at my daughter's breasts. 

"I don't think that is such a god idea, sweetheart." 

"But daddy," she whined, "I have been a waitress before, and I could really use the money to get me through the end of the semester. Besides, it'll be fun." 

"I just don't think it is really professional for me to hire my daughter for something like that." 

"Why, are your coworkers dirty old men?" Jessica countered, "Are you a dirty old man?" 

I thought about Dwight, Benson, and Cary. They were the same age as me, all of us were slightly graying, but I still would not call us old. The real question remained did I think that we were dirty. I knew that they hoped to flirt with the waitress, but I figured that it would not be anything worse than Jessica had already suffered in her years as a waitress. Perhaps one of them might grab her ass, which I wouldn't blame them if they did. She had such a nice, round ass that was completely grab-able. I sighed. 

"Fine," I agreed with a heavy sigh, not wanting Jessica to think that her father was a perverted old man, "But look, you can't let them know that you are my daughter, you understand?" 

"Yay!" Jessica squealed and threw her arms around my neck, "This is going to be so much fun! I have to get ready!" Then she was gone. 

The game started at eight. I knew the guys would be there any moment. I sat in my living room, wondering if I had made the right choice in allowing Jessica to be our waitress for the evening. I had set out some popcorn and nervously dipped into the bowl when I heard her clear her throat from the hallway. I looked up, and my jaw dropped softly. 

Jessica was a vision. She wore a small green halter-top that was cut low enough to reveal half of her breasts, and tied in the back. It was obviously a shirt that she couldn't wear a bra with. Beneath the top she wore a short black skirt that flared a bit as she twirled in front of me, revealing the curve at the bottom of her ass and her plain white panties. Her hair flew loosely around her shoulders, framing an impish grin set on her face. 

I blushed and was about to demand that she change when the doorbell rang. I glared at her disapprovingly and hoped that she understood my disappointment in her choice of attire. But when I opened the door my colleagues' approval undid all of my glaring.  

"My, my, aren't you stunning!" Benson claimed as he entered the room, unable to take his eyes off of my daughter. 

"Why, yes she is!" Dwight agreed. 

"Guys, this is our waitress for the evening, Jessica," I introduced them, "Jessica, this is Dwight, and Benson, oh, and here comes Cary as well." 

Cary strolled up the walk, carrying a bottle of tequila in his hands, "Well, hello, hello to everyone!" he boomed. Cary was actually a very well-liked man. He knew when to be tough but was usually jolly and almost sweet. He handed the bottle of tequila to my daughter, "Be a love and put that on ice would you?" 

Jessica left for the kitchen with the bottle and I directed my co-workers into the living room, where we flipped on the television. The game was just about to start. 

"That is one fine piece of ass," Dwight commented, taking some chips from a bowl. 

"Huh?" I asked, confused and looking at the television. It was showing only male asses and I was pretty sure that Dwight was strait. 

"Not the game, dumbass," Benson laughed, "The waitress. That fiery little redhead. We have never gotten a waitress that hot from that company. I think that you are good luck." 

I blushed and tried not to get angry with my co-workers. I had to expect a little womanizing throughout the night. I am sure that if they knew that Jessica was my daughter they would be a bit more respectful. At the same time a bit of pride flared in me. I knew I had a gorgeous daughter, but now it was openly confirmed by the unchecked libidos of powerful men. 

The first half of the game passed without incident. Jessica kept us in a fresh supply of chips and beer and for the most part my co-workers were engrossed in the game, just as I thought that the would be. However, I wasn't that interested in the game so I paid more attention to what was going on in my living room. I saw occasionally the guys would stroke Jessica's thigh, or cup her ass as she walked away from them. She didn't seem to mind though. She was playing her part, doling out chaste kisses on their stubbly cheeks and sitting close to them on the arms of the couch, letting her nearly bare breast fall against their shoulders. 

During one of the commercials Cary suggested that Jessica pour out shots of tequila. She returned with four shot glasses filled with the fine, chilled tequila that Cary had brought and he scoffed at her. 

"I do, believe you are missing one, my dear!" 

My daughter blushed the same blush that I so often cannot hide and I was afraid that they would see me in her, but no one noticed. She ducked off to the kitchen and came back with a fifth shot glass. 

I wondered if my daughter had ever drunk tequila before. She was definitely far from the good girl that most fathers think their daughters are, but she was not among the worst of them either. I had no doubt that she had drunken alcohol but doubted that she had been drunk on tequila. The adorable way that she coughed and sputtered after taking the shot confirmed my suspicions. When Cary demanded another shot for everyone I followed her into the kitchen, claiming that I had to use the restroom. 

"Are you okay?" I asked Jessica as she poured out five more shots. 

"Yeah, dad I am fine," she said, annoyance creeping into her voice. 

I grabbed her arm and turned her towards me, "I am serious Jessica. I see the way that they are grabbing at you. Just say the word and I can make up some excuse." 

"Dad," she sighed, her mouth melting into a warm smile, "You are the best. Don't worry. I'm fine, really." 

"Okay," I kissed her forehead, "Go ahead and have fun, but don't get drunk, okay?" 

"Okay." 

Jessica returned to the room with five more shots and we all clinked glasses before downing the smooth tequila. Then the game continued and Jessica changed positions to perch on the arm of my recliner. Without even thinking about it I scooped her down into my lap. I had held her that way so often but this was the first time that her skin was bare and glowing from drink. I couldn't help but think that my hand resting on my daughter's thigh was somehow wrong, and I tried to move it, but her head snuggled into my shoulder and so my movement turned into a gentle caress and my hand stayed on her thigh. 

During the next commercial Cary sent Jessica back to the kitchen for another round of shots. She untangled herself from my arms and obeyed his command. 

"Woah, Terry!" Dwight kidded me once she was out of earshot, "You sure got yourself a lapful there!" 

"What?" I asked, unaware that my snuggling had been noticed. 

"You seem to have a way with the young ladies," he explained, "Perhaps you should be the one to try to get her to take her top off." 

"Oh, man, she has some lovely tits," Benson agreed. 

"What?" I asked, shocked at their lewdness towards my daughter, "Don't you think that would be taking advantage?" 

Just then Jessica swirled into the room with another round of shots. As she handed the glasses around I noticed that she hadn't gotten more comfortable with only me. She leaned over Benson's shoulder and kissed his neck, innocently enough, while letting him slide his hand up the back of her thigh, under her skirt, all the way to her ass. She moved along and repeated the process with Cary who was sitting in the middle of the couch. She stood between his legs and shook her hair back and handed him his shot while his other hand crept up the inside of her thigh. Before he could reach the top of her legs she twirled around and bent over Dwight. He took the opportunity to cup her breast, giving it more than a passing pat. He held it and squeezed and I swear that I saw my daughter close her eyes and lean into the motion. She then spun to give me my shot and kissed me on the cheek, her lips reaching the corner of my lips, her tongue darting out wetly for just a moment. 

We did our shots and Cary demanded another round, which sent Jessica back to the kitchen so that we could discuss her further. 

"Take advantage of that?" Cary asked, "How could we take advantage of that? She is practically begging for it." 

"She is completely hot for it right now, you saw that," Dwight agreed. 

"C'mon Terry, do a team a favor." 

Jessica returned with the shot glasses and passed them around once again, letting my coworkers feel and caress at her. She was a bit more brazen and when Dwight tried to kiss her she didn't turn away. I watched his tongue enter my daughter's mouth and saw her excited push into the motion. Then came my turn. Se handed me my shot and I let my and slide up her thigh to her ass. I squeezed gently and she looked down at me, surprised, but not pulling away. 

We did our shots and Cary demanded yet another. Jessica returned to me to collect the glasses so that she could fill them yet again, but as she took mine I stopped her. 

"We have decided that the party needs a little more decoration," I told her. 

"Oh, really," she wondered with a seductive lilt to her voice. 

"Yes, really. Do you suppose that you would be willing to help with that?" 

"What did you have in mind?" 

"Well," I maneuvered myself to the edge of my chair so that se was standing between my legs. I ran my hand up her bare back and leaned forward to kiss the tops of her breasts that were practically spilling out of her shirt. I never broke eye contact with her, waiting for a moment of discomfort, but there was none. She simply stared back at me, blushing, and pressing her lips together. 

As I pressed my lips to her breasts I noticed that there was no movement beneath them. She was holding her breath, waiting to see what I would do. With my hands I undid the ties at her neck and back at the same time and her top fell off in front of me. I was eye level with my daughter's gorgeous, young breasts. They were firm, a full c but so young and tight that they barely even bounced as they were released from her shirt. Her nipples were erect from the attention and the falling fabric. I stared at her gorgeous breasts and then I did what my coworkers expected. I kissed first one, and then the other. 

My coworkers cheered and I laughed, falling back into my chair. It was just a bit of harmless fun after all. I swatted Jessica on her round ass playfully and sent her over to my eager coworkers to collect their glasses as well. They were eager to play with the recent releases. Dwight cupped Jessica's breast, rolling her nipple in is fingers, causing her to giggle. Cary pulled her down to him and flicked his wet tongue at each nipple, making them grow harder. But Benson did the worst. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto him until my sweet daughter was straddling him. He then pulled a nipple into his mouth and began sucking, hard. My daughter did not resist. She actually began to moan slightly and grind into his lap. He moaned back at her and released her nipple with a smack of is lips. 

We all laughed, feeling the tequila in the moment, and Jessica stood to get another round. When she left the guys turned towards me. 

"You are definitely good luck," Benson said. 

"Yeah, she is a smoker," Dwight agreed. 

"We just might have to keep you around," Cary added. 

I just laughed. I felt a bit guilty but the pleasure of the situation far outweighed the wrongness of it. Besides, they were right, Jessica seemed to be having quite a bit of fun, and so it couldn't be taking advantage. I excused myself to the restroom again, just to make sure. 

"Uh huh, to the restroom," Dwight teased, "Say hello to our little darling while you are there." 

My ears burned at being found out, but I tried not to think about what they must think that I was going to the kitchen to do. 

In the kitchen I watched as Jessica carefully poured out the tequila. Her movements were so deliberate that I had to know she was a little bit drunk. That didn't prevent my cock from getting hard as I watched her nipples get even stiffer when she returned the bottle to the freezer. 

"You doing okay, pumpkin?" I asked. 

She smiled at me, "Daddy, I am doing fine." 

"Are you sure? I mean, things are getting a little, I dunno, maybe over the top in there." 

She stepped close to me, her bare breasts brushing my shirt. She ran her hand up my leg to my hip and stared up at me sweetly, "You didn't seem to mind while you were in there." 

I mirrored her movements, letting my own hand rest on her ass beneath her skirt.

"No, I suppose I didn't," I murmured as I fell against her soft, sweet mouth. Her lips opened and allowed my tongue to probe. Her mouth was wet and accepting to me and she ground her body into mine. I reached my hand up her side, feeling small goosebumps build until I reached her breast. I kneaded it in my fingers, rolling her nipple and passionately kissing her until she finally pulled away and giggled. 

"See, daddy, I am fine," she said, grabbing her tray and heading into the living room. 

At that point my cock was rock hard and straining against my trousers and I needed to take a moment to allow it to calm down before following her. I debated going into the bathroom and relieving a bit of the stress that she had built but decided that I was having too much fun being teased by her. I bit my lip, leaned against the kitchen counter and stroked my hard cock, just a bit, through my trousers. After a quick pet I let it rest and exhaled, concentrating to get my blood flowing elsewhere again. It took a bit longer than usual. 




Jessica



When I went back to living room I wondered why I had even bothered attempting to rid myself of my erection. What I saw brought it back immediately. 

Dwight, Cary, and Benson were still sitting side by side on the couch, but they had a new addition stretched across them. Jessica lay with her legs open, Dwight petting at her obviously wet panties, her torso on Cary as he tweaked her breasts, and her arms reaching over her head, fumbling with Benson's zipper until he helped her and released his cock to her hands. Her stomach was stretched tight, her back arched, and she was moaning. She was a vision. Cary lifted a hand from her breasts to motion me over to the group, but I didn't know where to join so I just stared with wide eyes. 

"It's okay Terry," Cary assured me, "She is having a great time, aren't you Jessica?" 

"MMM, yes," Jessica moaned, squirming to make Dwight's hand press harder against her panties. 

"In fact, I bet that this little slut would love you to come suck on her tits," he suggested. 

"Mm, that would feel so good," she agreed as he pinched a nipple just enough to make her inhale sharply. 

I decided to take the suggestion and found myself kneeling in front of my boss, sucking on my daughters deliciously round, firm tit. I licked the soft, milky skin all around her breast and then took her hard nipple into my mouth. I found that I could suck on it as hard as I liked and Jessica just squirmed and moaned all the more. 

I heard a wet, smacking sound to my left and turned my eyes to see that Dwight had pushed aside Jessica's panties and stuck two fingers into my daughter's dripping pussy and was working them in and out, trying to match my intensity with his speed. She was grinding down into him, begging him to fuck her harder with his fingers, begging me to suck her tits, and pleasuring a silent Benson. Cary merely watched, his hand placed comfortably on her glistening belly. 

Finally Jessica's moaning reached a peak. Her breath stopped all together and her body turned rigid. I gave a final nip on her nipple before falling into a soft, sweet suckling as she rolled out of her orgasm. Dwight left his fingers in her for a moment longer. 

"Damn, this girl knows how to cum!" he exclaimed, removing his fingers to let her rest a moment. He offered his fingers to Cary who sucked both fingers into his mouth and licked them clean, moaning slightly. 

"And she tastes superb. Excuse me honey, but I have to get this flavor from the source. Why don't you stand up for me?" 

I helped Jessica stand, steadying her from behind. I felt her ass rub against my now pounding cock and reached around to continue kneading her firm breasts. Cary sunk down until he was sitting on the floor, pulling my daughter's panties down with him. He then reached up to her ass and pulled her steaming pussy down to his face, moaning with delight. Jessica fell forward, her knees on the couch, and her torso was caught by Benson and Dwight who continued to work her breasts. Benson, his cock hard and teased for two long, pushed his dripping shaft towards my daughter's face. I gasped as she eagerly began sucking on it, grinding her pelvis into Cary's face. 

For a moment I just watched the scene before me. My daughter was pleasuring three grown men without trouble. She was being eaten out by a complete stranger and loving it. I was thinking that I had a lot to learn about my daughter when I felt a hand on my belt. From below Cary undid my pants and they fell down towards him. I felt his strong hands grip my cock firmly and begin slowly pumping it as he guided it towards my daughter's pussy. He placed the head of my swollen cock at her entrance and placed his hands on my ass. With a firm pull he thrust my cock into my daughter. 

The motion of my cock inside her made Jessica moan deeply, and the vibration of the moaning made Benson start to cum. He thrust deeply into Jessica's mouth and she sucked wildly at him until he stopped pulsing and withdrew. No sooner had he withdrawn his cock than she was offered another from Dwight on the opposite side. 

I began pumping in and out of Jessica. I could feel that she was tight and young. She was hot all around me and I thought that this is how a woman should feel, hot and wet and incredibly tight. I fucked her harder. Occasionally Cary's lips left her clit to suck on my balls, and then I would press into her and let her grind into me as he took my balls into his warm mouth. When he released my balls I would fuck her with a greater intensity. 

She was moaning and crying, gasping for air as Dwight shoved his cock in and out of her at the same tempo as me. I wanted the moment to last forever but I knew it would be over too soon. 

Dwight was the first to blow. He grabbed her red mane a thrust into her, making her choke and back hard onto me. The intensity of the moment made me grab her hips and thrust back at her and she began to orgasm as well. I finally understood what Dwight had said. My daughter definitely knew how to cum. Her pussy tightened around my cock, pulsing like thunder. I knew that I would blow. 

I couldn't cum in my daughter, so I pulled out, expecting to shoot my aching load across her back. But as soon as my tip came out of her it was sucked eagerly and tightly into Cary's waiting mouth. My boss sucked down my cum and cleaned my cock and my daughter's pussy until the two of us collapsed down next to him. 

"Wow," I breathed, holding my daughter as she reached over and tenderly kissed Cary, "Is it always like that?" 

"Only when we have a girl like her," Benson sighed from the couch above. My daughter reached over and kissed me. Her tongue swirled against mine and I could taste my cum mingled with hers. It was delicious, but she pulled away. 

"Does that mean I can come again?" she asked, looking at me. 

"Well, I dunno," I sighed, no longer resisting, "I am not in charge." 

"Terry," Cary laughed, "Your daughter is welcome any time she wants to come." 

My face turned red, as did Jessica's, but we were too exhausted to really care.



Jessica



I was 19 when I got invited to my first college party. I went with a few girls from a sorority I wanted to join. I never pledged, just thinking about it. The party was in full swing when we arrived. Drinks were being passed around. Freshman through seniors dancing and/or making out everywhere. I tagged along like a lost puppy with the girls I came with for a bit. One of them suggested I get a drink at the make shift bar.

I must have looked scared because a girl who had joined my group linked arms with me and said, "First party?"

I nodded and she told me her name was Jessica. The girls I was with decided I was in good hands I guess because they went their own way. Jessica wove me through the crowd until we made it the bar. She handed me a beer. I took one sip and must have made such a face because she laughed and handed me a bottle instead. I tasted that and found I like it. It was a spiked lemonade I found out later. I'm such a lightweight. I was getting a buzz on half a bottle. I stood of to the side just watching for a while.



I'd had about 3 spiked lemonades when Jessica walked up to me. She smiled and I smiled back. She put her hands on either side of my face and kissed me. I was a little shocked but went with it. It was just lips until I laid my hands on her waist. I remember her pushing me back into the wall a bit. She slowly started to try and put her tongue in mouth. I don't think she was expecting me to return the favor. She wrapped one arm around my shoulders while the other slowly slid down my face to my neck, then slowly farther down. She stopped for a moment on my left breast, gently squeezing it then slowly traveling farther south to my hip. I had placed my left arm around her shoulders as hers was on mine to give her right arm better access. I remember her dropping her left arm to my right hand and stopping the kiss.

She again wove me through the crowd and up a flight of stairs then up a second flight. I hadn't even noticed it was a three story house. Jessica opened a door, shut it, then moved on to another one and led me inside. 

She shut the door, pushing me up against it and started kissing me without restraint. I kissed her back just the same. I was the first to make a move and started to lift her shirt from around her waist. She stopped kissing me long enough to take her shirt off and then mine. They were thrown on either side of us. She was wearing a D cup light green bra with purple pok-a-dots. I a B cup navy blue satin bra with white lace. 

She clasped her hands in mine and pinned them to the door on either side of me. She started to kiss my lips but left them quickly to explore my neck and behind my left ear. I remember shuddering from that kiss. My stomach turned over and over. I was trembling from what was happening to me. She started to kiss lower to my breast letting go of my hands to cup both breasts to pull down on the bra to pop me out. I remember taking a quick intake of breath when she first took my nipple into her mouth. I didn't know what to do with my hands and started to lay them on her shoulders when she batted them away. I tried to dig them into the door. She loved on both breasts equally before kissing me on the mouth again. I wrapped both arms around her and felt her unclasp my bra at my back. I tried to unclasp hers so I could experiment as well. Both our bras came off around the same time and joined our tops on the floor. I touched her breasts very lightly at first all the while still kissing.

I was trying to concentrate on her breasts but her tongue was so soft. My nipples were cool and erect from her suckling, brushing hers. I remember lightly pinching them to make them stand up as well. Her breasts were huge to my little ones. I'd never touched another girl's breasts before and was fascinated. They were so soft, just like pillows. I pulled back from her kissing to return the favor she gave to me. Mimicking her actions I kissed down her neck to the collarbone then to her left breast. I licked it very slowly at first then took it into my mouth and gently suckled as she had done to me. I heard her moan slightly and felt her grab my hair which was down my back, held up half way by one small butterfly clip. 

She pushed me into her breast and I took that to mean to suck harder. I did all the while pinching the other one. At one point I switched to her other breast leaving the first one to cool from the moisture. She moaned again and I moaned with her. I was so in the moment until I felt her start to pull away from me. I kind of whined a bit. I remember her laughing softly but she was taking me to a bed. I thought, "Good," because I needed more. God I was so wet, I could feel it saturating my matching satin navy blue panties with white lace. She sat down on the bed and had me sit next to her. She looked at for a moment and told me to take my pants off. I remember looking at her and saying "Only if you will too."

So we both stood and took our shoes and pants off. I smiled when I saw she had matching panties to her bra as well. She led me back to the bed and we both laid down facing each other on our sides. I didn't touch her at first. Didn't know what to do. She traced her hand on me from my shoulder down the side of my body to the dip in at waist then over my hip and over my thigh. I reached for her breast and bent to suckle it. She grabbed my hip at that and pushed me onto my back and straddled me. I felt her moisture through her panties through mine. She covered each of my breasts with hand and started to rub herself on me. I remember opening my legs a bit trying to get more rubbing. I had my hands on her hips grabbing them. I moved my right hand just over her clit and started to rub it with my thumb. She moaned and started rubbing on me a bit faster. I rubbed faster. I was panting a bit. Jessica bent forward and started kissing me. My hand was awkward so I had to move it out of the way. You could smell us in the air. We were both primed for sex. She rolled over a bit but was half on me, half off with a leg between mine. All the while still kissing me, she took hand down my belly and crept under my panties and started to rub my clit slowly at first with 2 fingers. I placed a hand over hers on top of my panties, hers inside them. I pushed her hand telling her to do it harder or faster. I didn't really know at that moment but I needed something.

With eyes closed I worried my bottom lip as she continued to her rubbing. My right around her and left arm to my side with my hand clenching and unclenching the bedding. I was slick getting slicker. Jessica started to kiss me as her fingers moved lower. I gasped as she entered inside me. She took advantage of my open mouth to thrust her tongue in. I moaned into her mouth as she stroked me very slowly then gasped loudly when her thumb began rubbing my clit. Her fingers began to quicken, my breath came close together in pants. Jessica stopped kissing me, stopped rubbing me, stopped gliding inside me. I made a complaining whine at the interruption. I was so close. She rose off the bed and hooked a finger on each side of my panties, slowing drawing them down, first off one foot then the other, tossing them with the rest of our clothes strewn around the room. She leaned over me between my legs for a soft kiss, once, twice then down my chin, my neck, between my breasts ever so slowly. I closed my eyes as I felt her feathery kisses travel down my stomach, lower to curls. She spread my legs farther apart and blew very very slowly over my moisture. My breath caught. Opening my eyes, I looked at Jessica as she gave me a very sensual smile then ever slowly touched me with her tongue. One slow long lick from my moisture to my clit. My head fell back as she began to toy with my clit with her tongue. I moaned softly relishing the feeling. She twirled her tongue and suckled me as my breathing began to quicken. I began tugging and pinching my nipples. I felt two fingers fill me. I began to quiver. I was very slick with my own dew as she inserted and withdrew her fingers slowly at first then quicker. I was moaning a little louder now. She licked me several times, tasting me then began to suckle harder as well as quickening her finger rhythm. My legs shook as I came.

Jessica lapped at me getting every last drop of my cum. I was so dazed. I still moaned. When it seemed she was satisfied, she crawled up my body and kissed me long and hard. I could taste myself on her. I could smell her, her arousal. She glided left hand to her core. Her panties were already gone. I felt soft curls before dripping moisture between her legs. I rubbed my fingers up and down her dew and over her clit. She moaned. I flipped her over on the bed so now I was on top hovering over her. I kissed her all the while kneading her breasts. Breaking the kiss, I trailed more kisses down her neck, to her breasts to suckle on each nipple before proceeding further down her belly, over her belly button, to her curls. Her legs already spread for me. I slowly inhaled her arousal. Bent my head to her core, spread her lips with my fingers and tentatively tasted her wetness. I then licked her clit and felt her shudder under my tongue. I suckled her for a moment enjoying that I had that much effect over her. Moved my mouth from her clit to her dripping cum and licked it up. Jessica shuddered again. I licked again this time entering her with my tongue, feeling her sensitive area, tasting her. She was so soft and warm and wet. My tongue found her clit again as I twirled my tongue on her as she did me. I entered two fingers into her depths and began drawing them in and out as I suckled. She moaned and trashed a bit. Grabbed my head pushing my face into her. I suckled harder, quickened my thrusting fingers, moaned onto her as she got handfuls of my hair. She moaned louder when I moaned. Soon we were both moaning until her body stiffened under my mouth. I felt a slight discomfort from her pulling my hair but enjoyed that I made her cum. I lapped at her as she had to me until there was none left kissing her over sensitive clit lightly when I was done. Slowly kissing my way back up her body until I reached her mouth. We kissed softly, slowly, sensually until I broke the kiss and we laid there in each other's arms.

Slowly reality came back to me. I began to hear the music and laughter from downstairs. No one knowing what just happened upstairs in the far room but Jessica and I. I could have slept like that, naked and spent with my female lover. Jessica and I smiled at each other and sighed that the night had to come to an end. Getting up and untangling ourselves from each other, we each helped the other dress and redo our hair. I headed to the door to open it. Just as I was about to touch the knob, Jessica turned me around and pushed me up against the door. Trapped my hands to my sides and kissed me long and hard. Letting go of one hand she turned the knob, stopped kissing me and we walked out with smiles on our lips to rejoin the party.



Jessica



"More coffee, sir?"

He looked up at the girl standing next to him, jug in hand, lips slightly parted. He nodded slowly. "Please."

He watched as she leant forwards, the neckline of her shirt-dress falling forwards to reveal a glimpse of white cotton bra. His eyes raked up towards her face, the full lips, the freckles across her nose, the brown curls that fell around her face. God, she was cute. He had already noted the name scrawled across the badge on her chest. Jessica: happy to help.

"Jessica, isn't it?" She looked up at him, surprised. "I know you probably get this all the time, but I was wondering if I could take you out sometime?" She blushed furiously.

"I... we... we're not really supposed to. Sorry." She straightened up, smoothing down her skirt with her free hand. He smiled.

"No, that's cool. Understandable." She almost returned his smile, he noticed -- her lips quirked a little at any rate. He watched her walk back to the counter in the middle of the café and took a sip of his coffee. The swish of her skirt and those legs... He imagined sliding a hand up her skirt, over her sweet little arse. Jesus. The things he could do to her.

He drank his coffee slowly, and signalled to another waitress to bring him the bill. He watched Jessica ring it through the till, watched her bend and scrawl something across the receipt. She walked across to his table and presented the bill with a barely perceptible nod. He unfolded the paper, noted the figure, and then something else at the bottom -- in what had to be Jessica's handwriting, the words "I finish at 6. Pick me up?"

His hands shook slightly as he counted out coins to cover his lunch. He dropped them neatly into the little silver tray, and carefully folded the bill into his pocket. As he left he nodded over to the waitresses behind the counter. "Thanks, ladies. See you later."

**

Six o'clock and he was sitting in his car in the café car park, waiting for Jessica to emerge. He felt oddly nervous. He hadn't had a date -- hell, even a real conversation with an attractive girl -- in way too long. He doubted he'd ever had one with someone as attractive as Jessica.

The café door swung open and she appeared, a hooded jacket pulled over her uniform, looking around her anxiously. He stepped out of the car to signal to her. She ran across and came to a stop just in front of him, slightly out of breath. 

"Hi." He looked down at her. If he'd been nervous, he had nothing on Jessica -- she was almost shaking. And had he realised before how little she was? He wasn't exactly a big guy, but she was tiny. He towered over her.

"Jessica. Hi." She smiled. 

"I don't even know your name."

"Does it matter?" She laughed.

"Well, no. I suppose not."

"Have a seat?" He gestured to the passenger side of the car. She nodded and went to get in as he slid back into the driver's seat. "How was the rest of your shift?"

"Okay. I suppose. I'd rather not talk about work."

"What would you rather talk about?" She glanced shyly at him.

"I don't know. You. How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven. How old are you?"

"Eighteen. Last week." 

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"Good." She laughed at that, and he didn't know why he did it, but he leaned across her and in one swift movement pressed his mouth onto hers. She didn't respond at first, but after a couple of seconds her mouth moved in motion with his, and her lips parted to allow his tongue to dip inside. He moved his hand onto her soft thigh, gently squeezing the flesh beneath his fingers. When he pulled away she was blushing again, her eyes locked onto his. "Would you like to come to my house, Jessica?" She hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. 

"Yes."

The drive home had never felt so long. He drove quicker than he usually would, parking up with less care than usual, leading Jessica up the path to his front door and into the house. He watched her toe off her shoes, and took her jacket from her to hang up.

"The living room's just through there. You go and make yourself comfortable and I'll get us a drink."

He paused in the kitchen, wondering what to give her to drink. He should have asked. A quick glance in the fridge showed an unopened bottle of wine. He uncorked the bottle and poured out two large glasses. When he carried them into the living room she was perched on the sofa, hands clasped in her lap. 

"Is wine ok?" She nodded, taking a glass from him. 

"Fine. Thank you." She took a big gulp from the glass as he settled next to her on the sofa, and they sat in silence for a few moments. "It's very nice. Thanks."

"That's ok. Come here." He took the glass from her and placed both glasses unceremoniously on the floor. Jessica inched closer to him. He placed his hand on the side of her face to pull her towards him for a kiss. Her shy little tongue danced with his, his hand moving to tangle in her hair. His other hand moved again to her thigh, sliding past the hem of her skirt. She pulled away, looking anxious. "What's wrong?"

"I... I've never done this before."

"Never done what? Do you mean you're a virgin?" She nodded. "And how far have you gone? Have you kissed boys before?" Again, a nod.

"Yes. I've kissed. But never... never anything else."

"Hey, don't worry. We'll take it steady, ok? At your pace." She smiled at this, and leaned towards him for another kiss. Inside, he was silently cursing -- he'd pictured fucking her in every way possible, her tight little cunt greedily swallowing his cock. Still, if he kept her sweet it could be a start...

She seemed to be enjoying the kisses, at any rate. Her plump little mouth pressed against his as her arms wrapped around his neck. He couldn't resist, and pulled her sideways so that their bodies were pressed against each other. He slid a hand between them to grasp one of her sweet little breasts. She let out a tiny gasp in surprise as he tweaked her nipple, but didn't break off the kiss. He pushed her backwards onto the sofa, so that he was lying above her. She looked up at him, lips parted and flushed, chest heaving. He reached out to unfasten the buttons on her dress, revealing that ridiculously adolescent white bra. His eyes met hers as he pushed the bra up above her breasts. Beautiful little handfuls, each topped with a nut-brown nipple. He leaned forwards to take one into his mouth, and this time her gasp was more audible. He sucked and nibbled both nipples, groping the other breast with his fingers. His cock throbbed in his pants. He wasn't sure he could take much more of this.

"Jessica. I want to take you upstairs."

The meaning of "upstairs" clearly wasn't lost on her; she wasn't stupid, after all. She looked nervous again.

"I don't... I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry. I'll show you." 

"Well... ok. Yes. Ok."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

He took her hand and led her up the stairs, into his bedroom, where she lay expectantly on the bed. He pounced on her, kissing his way down her neck and across her chest, while his hands explored her thighs. He lifted up to take off his shirt and to remove her clothes, making short work of the remaining buttons. A thought occurred to him suddenly, as he slid off her bra. He'd only ever fucked one virgin before, and that was when he was a virgin himself -- they'd both been as inexperienced as each other, fumbling along and trying to discover what they liked. He was determined that this was going to be different. He knew exactly what he liked, and if he could get Jessica to give it to him, this could be very different indeed.

"Have you ever seen a hard cock, Jessica?"

"No. Well... no, not in real life."

His hands moved to his jeans, slowly unfastening the buttons there. "I'm going to show you mine. I want you to put it in your mouth."

As he slid his jeans and boxers down his thighs, a flicker of worry crossed her face, quickly followed by what could only be curiosity. "Come here." She crawled towards him, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"What do I do?"

"Just... open your mouth. Lick it. Suck it. Swallow it."

Jessica's pink, pointed tongue flicked towards the head of his cock, licking up the drop of pre-cum that had gathered there. Her lips opened to engulf the head, taking it slowly into her mouth. He shuddered. She broke away and looked up at him. 

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No! No... just... carry on."

As her lips parted to swallow his cock, he grasped a handful of her hair, gently driving her further forwards to push his cock towards the back of her throat. There was no resistance, no gagging. Her hot little mouth swallowed him whole. He used his grip on her hair to push in and out of her mouth, her tongue flicking against his cock as he did so. "Fucking hell, Jessica. You're a natural. Natural little cocksucker." His balls began to tighten and he felt the familiar urge to bury himself and cum straight down her throat, but had to resist. He pulled away and leant down to kiss Jessica, her mouth dripping with her drool, panting for breath. He pushed her backwards onto the bed, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants and pulling them down her legs. She lay there panting as he pushed her legs apart, greedily taking in the vision of her pink little cunt surrounded by light brown curls. "I'm going to do the same thing to you."

As he leaned towards her, she let out a nervous little noise. 

"What do I do with my hands? While you're... you know. Do I just leave them here, or...?"

A wicked idea crossed his mind. He reached across to the bedside table, drawing out a pair of handcuffs. 

"Don't worry. We just fasten them up here, out of the way." He took both her hands and secured them above her head, fastening her to the headboard. "That feel ok?" She nodded. "Good." 

He kissed her mouth hungrily, moving further down to kiss along her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and then there, that was it, her pulsing little virgin cunt was beneath his tongue and he was lapping expertly at her clit. She began to moan and he couldn't resist pushing a finger inside her, moaning himself at the feel of how tight she was, and the thought of stretching her out with his cock. After what seemed like only seconds she began to writhe against his mouth, her moans and gasps becoming louder and more frequent, and as he pushed a second finger inside he felt her clamp down and led her across the waves of her first ever orgasm. 

He pulled away from her cunt and kissed his way back towards her mouth. She kissed him greedily, her eyes fluttering between open and closed.

"That... that was..." He smirked.

"I know."

As he kissed her he traced his fingers between her legs, gently stroking and pushing his fingers inside her once more. "I'm going to fuck you now." Her eyes flew open.

"Won't it hurt?"

"Yes. Probably. But only the once. Do you want me to fuck you?" He knew full well she did. He was already unwrapping a condom and rolling it down his rock hard cock. He needed to fuck her. She hesitated for only a moment.

"Yes."

It was all he needed. He was between her legs immediately, her hands still bound, her breasts jiggling as he grasped her waist and pulled her down towards him. He positioned his cock and pushed into her wet virgin cunt. She let out a squeal as he broke past the resistance he found, and he remained still for a moment, buried deep within her. He kissed her and began to move, slowly at first and then building, until he was slamming into her incredibly tight cunt and she was crying out. His mouth found her nipple and bit down, and she cried out louder in a way that said she loved it. His hand twisted in her hair, pulling her head backwards so that he could bite at her neck, pounding his fat cock into her over and over.

"So tight, Jessica... hot little virgin slut... I'm going to cum so hard in your dirty little cunt..."

She moaned as he reached to flick his fingers over her clit, and as his balls tightened he didn't stop this time, fucking her hard until he came. He could tell that she was close and continued to finger her clit until he felt her clench around him, watching her eyes screw shut as he pushed her over the edge. He kissed her hard, biting down on her lower lip. "Good girl, Jessica. You're going to stay the night. I'm going to fuck you again. You're going to be my little slut."

Her eyes opened and she smiled at him. No nervousness now. She nodded.



Jessica



One summer while I was in college, I had a friend named Jessica. We had been friends for about three years. Each summer, after Finals, we had volunteered for summer camp together. We had become really good friends by this time. So much so, that I never even thought about asking her out or anything. We were just best buddies.

It wasn't anything special about my decision. Jessica was very sexy. She had great titties and a great ass. They were every man's dream. She was thick. Her titties bounced every time she walked. Her ass jiggled in her tight jeans when she walked. When every man saw Jessica walk in or out of a place, they stopped what they were doing and took a long stare. Some of my guy friends even tried talking to her once or twice. Nothing ever came out of these excursions except for a free dinner and movie for Jessica. I had never tried because I was never available at first. By the time I was available, we were just friends. 

During my sophomore year, Jessica had transferred to another college across town. But we stayed friends. I had moved out of the dorms and got my own apartment across town because the rent was cheaper and the apartments were better than they were where I was going to school. During the summer of before our last year in school, Jessica called me. She said that she had something very important to discuss. We decided to meet up after I got off of work.

"Hey Jessica."

"Hey. I have something very important to ask you. It's really difficult for me, but I have to do it."

"Okay."

"Look. I lost my ROTC scholarship. These bastards said it has something to do with my eye. Since I can't see very good, I can't finish my last year in the ROTC so I can go in the Army. So I have to wait an extra semester to get some scholarship money. Can you help me?"

"Whatever you need, I'm here for you. I don't have much money because I'm working to keep this place and paying for school. Maybe I can call some friends and see what they can do."

"No. It's nothing like that. I actually need a place to stay. You know I'm from Washington (state). I can't stay with anyone from my family since I'm in Baltimore now. All of my friends are either staying in the dorms or living at home with their parents. Plus, you know I don't have many girl friends. We just don't get along. Since you and I have been cool for so long, I just wanted to see if you could help me out."

"No problem. How long do you need to stay?"

"Well, I talked to someone in the financial aid department. They said they can find something for me, but it might be for spring semester. They'll call me when they find something."

"Okay Jessica. But I am very busy and I don't get home late sometimes. The only thing I need is for you to maybe help out around the house and stuff. Can you do that?"

I smile broke out on her face. 

"Man, you know I can cook! I'll do all the cooking and cleaning. Thank you so much!"

She jumped up from the couch and gave me the warmest hug I had ever had. Right then, I knew it was going to be a problem. I caught a whiff of her scent. She had just pressed her soft breasts up to my chest and I was feeling very vulnerable. I didn't want to let the hug go, but I had to.

The next week, she came over and dropped her belongings off. She was so happy she started inviting me to all the outing she was going to and trying to be my best friend. Unfortunately, I had to work most of the time. But when I got home, there were warm meals and the place was spotless. I quickly thought that maybe I was wrong about this little set up we had.

About a month into our "situation", Jessica came up to me.

"I have a question for you."

"Uh oh. What is it?"

"Well, I am going out and I met somebody. Can we please back here when we're done?"

I was stunned. I was kind of upset, maybe even a little jealous. We had been together in my house for about two months and now, Jessica was asking could she bring another man into my house.

"Okay."

This was all I could muster. I walked into my room and shut the door.

When I came home from work, there he was. He was a big, tall guy with a muscular figure. He had locks in his hair and was very smooth. He nodded. I did the same. Jessica had not made dinner.

I went to my room, closed the door and began to watch television. Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard Jessica. She was purring like a kitten. The moans and the purrs were so sexy; I couldn't help but get a rise from it. At first I thought she was playing with herself, but then I heard him.

"Yeah baby. Ooooh!"

This went on for quite a while. I felt myself rising. Without a second thought, I began to play with myself. I jerked off for about 30 minutes just hearing Jessica's voice. I imagined it was me. I couldn't hold off anymore. When I felt they were at the moment, I let loose. I made a loud noise but wasn't sure anyone heard me. I tried to play it off.

Everyday afterwards, I just kept getting images in my head from that night. Jessica was back to herself cooking and cleaning. But I knew I was different. Finally, I had made a decision.

"Jessica, I need to say something. I know you wanted to stay here, but it's been difficult these last few days. I heard you the other night."

"I knew it. You were jerking off or something weren't you? That's nasty!"

"It doesn't matter what I was doing. You brought that guy up in here and I woke up because of your moaning. I don't think I can have another night like that one. I'll give you a week to find another place to stay, and then, I'm asking you to leave."

"Why. You were the one jerking off to it. You promised you would let me stay! I can't find another place. I already looked before I came to you."

"What about your friend?"

"He was a stripper! Plus, I just met him. I don't know much about him!" 

"Well, I am sorry. I want our relationship to continue, but I can't have this happen again."

"It won't. I promise."

"I believe you, but I can't bear to look at you. I'm kind of ashamed, but every time I look at you, I hear those moans. I'm trying to be your friend, but all I want to do it rip your clothes off and fuck you."

"That is not happening. That shit is nasty. You will never fuck me."

"You see what I am saying? I wasn't trying to be mean or anything, but that's what I want. And to make matter worse, I let you fuck some guy in my house. You fucked him, but it's nasty if you fuck me. This doesn't make any sense. You have one week."

At the end of the week, Jessica was all packed up when I got home. Still she wanted to talk. I waasn't having it though.

"Please! I promise, it will not happen ever again. I just have nowhere else to go."

"If I let you stay any longer, it will only turn out worse. I've tried to be good. But the thoughts in my head are still there. If you stay any longer, from here on out, you'll be earning your stay in my bed."

"You can't make me sleep with you. That's blackmail."

"I'm not forcing you to do anything. If you want to stay, you'll be in my room naked at midnight. You must be willing to do anything I ask and you'll be purring and moaning like I know you can."

With that, I walked into my bedroom, shut the door and watched television. About an hour later, my door opened. It was Jessica. She was naked and covering herself up.

"Uncover your body." She did.

"Come over here." She did.

My dick was already hard in anticipation. I wanted to just fuck the living daylights out of Jessica, but I wanted to savor this opportunity as well.

I asked her to grab my dick. She did. I told her to tell me how it felt.

"It's hard."

"Kiss it." She did.

"Lick it." She did.

"Suck it." When she put her mouth on my cock, I felt it was going to explode right there. It took everything in my power to withhold the cum. She sucked dick so beautifully. Her mouth was warm and wet. Her lips were so soft, they massaged my dick like a Chinese masseuse. 

I forced her to lick my balls, to suck them. I told her to kiss my chest. I made her knead my body over with her mouth. Then I made her get off the bed and get on her knees.

"You liked fucking that dude in my house?" I asked. "Yes." I slapped the shit out of her. "What the fuck?! " She was so surprised, I could see the confusion on her face. She was mad as hell, but she didn't know what she could do.

"I'll ask you again bitch! Did you like to fuck that dude in my house?" "No. I'm sorry."

"That's better bitch. Here is how it's going to be. I am going to make you suck my dick until I cum in your mouth. You will swallow it or else. Then, I am going to fuck you. You will purr my little kitten. Then when I am done, you will stay in bed with me for the rest of the night. When I wake and go to work and school, you will stay and clean and cook, just like we have been doing for the whole summer. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes." I almost slapped Jessica again. 

"I'll never slap you again. But from here on out, you'll address me as Daddy. Clear?"I lifted her face up to meet mine. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Yes, daddy."

I knew I had her. I stuck my dick out far enough for her to know what to do. She opened her mouth and I pulled her head close enough before she got the hint. I wasn't forcing her to anything. She was going to beg and plead for it. She sucked me like a pro. She did all the tricks of the trade, rolling the tongue on the slit, sucking the head, licking the balls, sliding her hands up and down. Finally, when I was about to cum, I told her to ask me for it.

"Please daddy, may I have your cum?" I jizzed in her mouth what seemed like a gallon of sperm. I hadn't jerked off in days, and this was my first release. She was very surprised. She struggled to keep it all in, but she managed to swallow most of it. A little trickle was sliding down the side of her mouth.

"Jessica. I do believe you didn't swallow all of it." She took her finger and slid the rest in her mouth. She then, began to suck her finger.

"Now bend over sweetheart." 

I stuck my dick in her pussy from behind and slapped her ass to make it jiggle. I fucked Jessica for hours. I fucked her doggy-style, froggy-style, missionary, cowgirl, and more. And she moaned. Boy, did she moan. She purred like a kitten and begged me for more. 

"Oh Daddy! Fuck me! Please make me cum! I'm cummming!"

I just kept on fucking Jessica. When I was ready to cum, I turned Jessica over and came right on her face. The cum rolled down her face and onto her wonderful tits. 

When we were done, Jessica cuddled up to me.

"That shit was so hot! Daddy, why did you make me wait so long?" I was confused. "What do you mean?" "I was so horny for you all of these years. I wanted you so badly, but you put me in the friendzone. I really just wanted to be with you. I finally got upset and needed to go out. SO my girls set me up with the stripper. I needed that release. But you fucked the shit out of me! I can't believe how great it was. Your big dick and sexy ass eyes. I want to be yours forever."

I was so dumbfounded. Never in a million years would I think a girl like her wanted someone like me. She was a tough girl. She came from a pretty bad area of the slums. I on the other hand, am a military brat. I never had to hussle or been in a tough situation like she had. She just needed someone to put her in her place and show her who was boss. That's why my friends never got to fuck her. They weren't manly enough for her, in her eyes. 

To this day, I fuck the shit out of Jessica. I make her do things she said she refused to do. Then, she thanks me for it later. When I fuck her in the ass, I make her bark like a dog. When I feel like it, I put a leash on her and make her walk on all fours around the house. She is my bitch.



Jessica



It was Day 3 of the Writers Soc trip to Amsterdam, and people were winding down after the wild parties that'd happened over the past few days.

I was hanging out in my friend Dami's room at the youth hostel, and we were discussing, rather typically, whether we thought there were ever any hot female writers in the literary canon.

"Emily Brontë was hot, but apart from her, they're all kind of... not very good-looking." I searched for the words to say it and winced as I insulted many of the intellectual pioneers of our gender in one fell swoop. 

"J.K Rowling's hot." Dami replied, rubbing the last of some chipped nail polish off her toes.

"Literary canon, Dami. She's not in it."

"Oh, riiight," Dami paused thoughtfully. "Nope. They're all pretty unattractive from what I remember, then." 

We both laughed.

There was a knock at the door, Dami yelled "Come in!", and the door opened. Three more young black girls, coursemates of Dami's, walked into the room.

To most of my white friends, we looked like one big black clique. To tell the truth, we were. We were from similar cultural backgrounds, me from Jamaica, Dami and two of her friends from Nigeria, and Effy from Trinidad. We shared a lot of similar interests, tastes in food, music, and family stories. Whenever I hung around them, I got a taste of being back home.

"Heeeeey," said Effy, plonking herself down on Dami's bed, next to us. Effy was the shortest out of us, standing at 5'2, but had gorgeous green eyes, that all the other girls loved to fuss about. Despite her size, she was very confident, even boisterous, and spoke about sex pretty much all the time.

Adebola sat on the edge of the bed after Effy. Ade was normal height, cute and somewhat curvy, but lacked the confidence Effy had. She was amazing at writing and had dreams of being a journalist. She was at the university newspaper meetings pretty much 24/7.

Jessica sat down on Dami's desk, furthest away from us, grinning as Dami segued her way from ranting about western writers to underrated black female writers. Dami was pretty engaging, and knew very well what she was talking about, as she did most of the time, but I wasn't listening.

Jessica was the hottest girl in our group by a mile. She was just on the taller side of the average height, slim but muscular, with beautifully toned and proportionate curves. Her eyes were slightly slanted but piercing and she had a long bushy weave that was always in perfect shape. She had a very imposing presence, she looked like a video vixen and most probably knew it. I had sized her up far too often on this trip, and I was sure she had noticed, but we were on two different sides of the group. I was Dami's friend, and she was Effy's. She made no effort to close that gap, but for some reason, I still thought we could get along on this trip. I figured after the first day she'd pip the fact that I was lesbian.

I think there's something about me that is intrinsically attracted to these slightly bitchy, off-limits girls. In a purely sexual way. I wanted her to say she disapproved of me while she let me into her bed and I showed her what being gay was like for a night. I thought about doing that a lot.

She even smiled at me sometimes, in a way that made me think, for a second, that maybe I could make that come true. But I also thought that maybe that was just her smile, and that thousands of boys have been fooled into the same trap by it too.

Something weird that happened a few days later, actually, was that I managed to get her alone for a few seconds. I had told her, Ade and Effy that I was lesbian when we were sat on the bed, and to my surprise they were all cool with it. I had felt a different vibe coming from Jessica since then.

The day when we were alone, it was late at night, Effy had gone out on the town with some other friends, and I was wandering the corridors of the hostel looking for a plug adapter for my laptop. I knocked on one of the rooms next to mine at random, and to my surprise, Jessica answered it. Her eyes looked a sleepy kind of sultry, and she smelled awesome. The corridor became insufferably hot.

"Yep?" She croaked, looking at me.

I avoided eye contact instinctively, I was sure Jessica didn't want me poring all over her.

"I need a plug adapter. My laptop's out of battery, and-"

"Yep." She went back into her room and rummaged around, emerging again with a converter plug.

I finally looked at her to take it, and when our eyes met I was sure I saw them dart around my face and land on my mouth. There was silence, and a confident smile began to crackle its way onto Jessica's face. I was so unsure of what to do with myself, turned on and terrified at the same time, that I sped off.

"Thanks!" I smiled sheepishly, waddling back to my room.

I masturbated thinking about her that night, and felt filthy. I was upset with myself for not seizing the opportunity and letting my confidence take over. But, there was still a good week of the trip left, I assured myself.

Over the week, as I got to know Dami's friends more and more, I learned to relax, and have more fun around them. They all said I was pretty funny, and I even managed to make Jessica smile more. I thought about how I would approach her every night, until the night before the last came, and I'd had enough.

Once again, Effy had gone out, but she had brought Dami and Ade with her. Jessica had gotten too high the night before, and was resting in her room. By that night, I figured she had gotten enough rest.

I knocked on her door. A short while after, she answered, and she looked even sleepier and sexier than the time before. This time I could smell her skin rather than her perfume, and it was making me furious.

"Hey," she smiled.

"Hey," I replied. "You alright?"

She opened the door wider and walked back into her room, stretching. "Yeah, I'm fine now. Hah. I am never having whatever that herbal shit was again."

I hovered at the door, then finally walked in and sat on her desk while she settled on to her bed. I had decided I basically didn't want to leave her room ever.

She stretched again on her bed, and I watched her snake-like waist lengthen itself, and twist, arching her back and pushing out her beautiful butt. 'Sweet Jesus, Taylor.' I thought to myself.

We talked around pretty innocent topics to start with, and then in passing we mentioned Effy's promiscuous antics over the whole trip. We laughed, but there was a silence afterwards. Jessica's eyes bore into me.

"What's it like being with a girl?"

I couldn't meet Jessica's gaze at all now.

"Um... like what do you mean?"

"Well... it's not the same as being with a boy is it?"

She could see I was uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to put you on the spot. You're not some ambassador for all lesbians, I just-"

"No it's okay." I gathered up my confidence. If she was gonna be bold, then I'll be bold too, I thought. "It's, uh... it's great."

Jessica's eyes changed.

"It's like all the girly fun of being with your best friend, but in a romantic sense too. Girls are a lot softer and nicer. Girls have really soft lips too, and the touch is softer as well."

While I was talking, I noticed Jessica start to bite her lips. Her eyes lowered. She was thinking about it.

"How many girls have you been with?" She asked.

"Two."

"Were they really hot?"

"Yeah," I smiled, remembering them.

"How come just two?"

"What d'you mean?" I frowned slightly. I was kind of sensitive about my dating history.

"Well... you're a good-looking girl. I would've guessed about what 5 girlfriends by now? We're not that young." She smiled.

I was still dizzy from her calling me good-looking.

"How did you know you were gay?"

There was silence. After a while, I told her the truth.

"I started liking my friends." I said, to the floor.

Her smile widened. She got up from the bed and moved closer to me. 

A lot closer.

"Do you like any of your friends right now?" She grinned, breathing onto my face.

I couldn't believe she was being this brazen with me. She was worse than Effy. I was betting that she wasn't gay, but just wanted to play with my head. She knew I liked her, I was sure of that now.

I looked up, and my eyes locked on her mouth. Suddenly our lips were touching.

As soon as we kissed, I grabbed her waist and pulled her between my legs, her chest pushed up on mine. I didn't care if she was using me. I wasn't really thinking about anything after that.

She moaned quietly into my mouth, holding my face to kiss me more. She was a good kisser, her lips were soft, but she was also sexily aggressive.

I pulled away, kissing on her jaw, under her ear, her neck, and she sighed.

"Ugh, I love that." She whispered.

I kept kissing, and worked my way under her t-shirt.

"I knew you were gay before you told us you know."

"Yeah?" I said, still kissing her neck.

She was biting her lips again and breathing loudly. "I was nervous around you, like you were a boy."

I peeled her t-shirt off her and she lifted her arms to help me. The sight of her stomach and breasts nearly paralysed me. For a second I stopped to look at her. I wanted to do so many things to her, but also just to hold her. She was so beautiful.

She used the opportunity to take off my shirt, as I rubbed my hands over her torso, cupping her breasts and then her waist. I kissed her hard, feeling our skin touch.

"Mmm." she sighed again. I was breathing the loudest.

I unclipped her bra and slipped one of her nipples into my mouth, licking it. I bit down.

She gasped, arching her back, giving me more of her delicious smooth skin.

I slid my hands into the front of her shorts, and felt how wet she was for me. The shock of it made her cry out.

"Put your fingers in my pussy." she breathed, she breathed, with quick desperation in her voice.

I licked at her nipples, and fingered her just as I would've liked. She gripped the back of my neck, panting, her back stiffened and she bucked right onto my fingers. It was so beautifully nasty. I bet thousands of guys had dreamt about doing this. When she had cum, she pulled off her shorts and pants and pulled me onto the bed.

"Eat my pussy please!" She begged. I was in heaven. I could smell her wetness and feel it on my fingers. I wanted everything to do with this girl, so I was more than willing.

I squeezed her clitoris between my lips and clamped onto her waist. She made wild, disoriented noises. Her sexual energy was great, so carefree and honest. She really didn't give a fuck who heard her. She grabbed my hair and pushed me deeper into her pussy.

I licked up all her juices and she rubbed on her nipples vigourously. She was grinding onto my mouth and not even thinking any more. From what I could see of her, she looked perfect. I wanted to be responsible for every orgasm she got like that.

Finally she came, screaming and panting, and I didn't stop until she pushed my head away.

"Oh, fuck." She said to herself. The words sounded great coming from her. Everything was 100x hotter from her. I watched her catch her breath again, then her eyes flicked back to me.

"We should do this more." She said, getting up and leaning into my mouth.

"Sure." I breathed enthusiastically. I would have agreed to anything at that point.



Jessica



Jessica turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower, steam billowing out from the open door. She grabbed a soft cotton towel and wrapped it around her flushed damp body. She had rushed home from work and was now pleased that she had made the effort. There was more than enough time to get ready before Charlie came home. She planned to have her way with him and if he wasn't too tired she would sit on his face so he could use his expert tongue to make her scream. Simple and hot - just how she liked it.

She dried herself briskly and covered her body with jasmine scented lotion, sensually stroking her breasts, round pert bottom and shapely legs. She slowed her hands as she reached between her thighs, her fingers brushing her pouty pussy lips lightly, with not enough pressure to stimulate her sensitive clit but enough to make her shiver with the promise of what was to come. Jessica wasn't slender or athletic but had luscious tight curves she knew attracted the attention of both men and women. Charlie's appetite for her hadn't waned in the 6 years they had been together and he needed little encouragement to join her in any sexual encounter.

She went to her dresser and looked through her selection of lingerie, there was plenty to choose from. Charlie enjoyed it when she wore something erotic, especially to work, saying it drove him crazy thinking that her boss wanted to fuck her. Pleasing Charlie was a priority for Jessica and she never once regretted doing so. 

Recently she'd worn a slutty short skirt to work with no panties, a tight fitting shirt and plunge bra that barely held her full ripe tits. She'd hoped she would get an opportunity for her boss to cop an eyeful of her juicy bush at some stage during the day. Later she'd called Charlie at lunch with the news that she had 'dropped a pen' on her way out of the office and made a fuss of picking it up. When she'd turned back to gauge her boss's reaction his eyes were bugging out of his head and his erection was visible through the stiff cloth of his trousers. 

Charlie told her that he'd be waiting for her when she got home. They never made it past the foyer as he had taken her up against the wall, pulling her skirt up over her large bottom and nearly cleaving her in two with his hard cock. He had torn the buttons from her delicate shirt to get to her big breasts and had chewed her nipples through her bra while he pounded her wet pussy. He had been so turned on that she had promised to do it again. 

Finally deciding on a blue short chemise and matching g-string, Jessica took sheer silk stockings and white suspender belt from the drawer. She loved the deception of looking demure and quiet, then fucking Charlie like a slut. She felt powerful and sexy and he never complained, he only ever encouraged her. 

She put on white patent leather 4-inch heels and unpinned her long chestnut hair, shaking it free so that it fell in soft waves around her. Jessica did a final check in the mirror; Her hair was glossy and long, it was one of her more striking features and her skin was glowing from the shower. The chemise sat just above her mound so that her dark pubic hair was visible through the thin silk of the g-string. Her large firm breasts were barely contained in the bodice and as Jessica turned around to see the rear view she was thrilled to see her round tasty ass peeking from under the lace trim. The silk stockings had large lacy tops that encased her ample thighs comfortably, the heels were strikingly glossy and she felt hot and sexy. 

Jessica hesitated when she heard Charlie calling out that he was home. She made sure the rosy pink tips of her nipples were peaking over the edge of the lace as she sauntered to the bedroom door, her long hair swinging across the small of her back, her pussy already dampening the g-string. She made her way downstairs and saw Charlie standing in the open door putting his coat away in the hall cupboard. 

Charlie glanced up, his eyes widening as he saw her. Jess loved looking at him, he was still as sexy as the very first time she saw him. He'd always worked out at the gym and the results were plain to see. Strong arms, a solid chest with a small amount of soft curly hair between his nipples, a flat tight belly and narrow hips with a firm ass that she never got tired of clutching whether she was sucking his cock or he was fucking her. He was taller than Jess with light brown hair and the sexiest green eyes that darkened when he was aroused. She smiled at him.

"Hi honey. How was your day?" 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his face down to hers. She kissed him gently at first and then seductively slipped her tongue deep into his mouth. Her heels gave her the height she needed to rub her mound against him with enough friction to wake his cock.

Charlie kissed her back, his hands snaking their way onto her arse, cupping her full cheeks and kneading them roughly. His long fingers reached between her legs and brushed at her pussy lips and she moaned as the soft fabric soaked up the moisture that was oozing from inside her. Breathless, Jessica broke away from the kiss. 

"So would you like a blow job before or after dinner?"

Charlie smiled lustfully. 

"That sounds really good Jess but first I'd like you to meet someone from work. Tim this is my wife Jess." 

Charlie stepped aside to make the introductions and Jessica felt a hot blush burn from her face to her toes. Standing before her was a young good-looking guy in his mid-twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was smiling broadly as he reached out his hand to shake hers, his eyes flicked to her hardened nipples spilling over the edge of her lingerie. 

"Jess, Charlie told me a lot about you, but he didn't mention how beautiful you are." 

Jessica quickly covered her breasts with her hands, aware of the aroma of hot pussy enveloping them all. 

"He didn't tell me about you at all," she growled. "I'm sorry for all this, I had no idea Charlie was bringing anyone home!" 

Charlie just laughed at her, watching Tim casting an appreciative eye over his ripe lush wife. 

Tim grinned.

"Don't worry about it. It's our fault, Charlie asked me over at the last minute."

Charlie laughed again, enjoying the moment immensely and slung an arm around Jessica's shoulders turning her away to go into the lounge. 

"Charlie! No, I'm going upstairs to change," she complained. 

"Oh now that is a shame," he said huskily, his eyes widening with meaning. 

She frowned back at him and shook her head. 

"I'll be back soon, Tim," she said sweetly making her way up the stairs. 

She dashed into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes and stripping off the lingerie. Now naked, she threw herself across the bed, burying her face in her pillow, moaning in embarrassment. How could she go back down there now? Tim, someone she didn't even know, copped an eyeful of what a slut she could be. She closed her eyes and blushed hotly as she relived the scene downstairs. Charlie was really turned on to see how Tim reacted to her little display and Tim obviously didn't mind the surprise welcome he got at the door. Her eyes flashed open as she realised that this is just the scene that excited Charlie so much, knowing his wife was displaying herself for other men. She felt herself heat up with desire as she realised that she could play the tease again, just like she did for her boss but this time Charlie would be right there in the room to witness it.

Without giving it any more thought she went to her wardrobe and grabbed her favourite mini-dress. It was a scarlet red, tight fitting, tube without straps or sleeves to hold it in place. Charlie thought she looked like an over ripe cherry in it and he often asked her to wear it when they went out. More than once he had not been able to wait until they got home and had fucked her wherever he could. He loved to roll the hem up over her ample bottom and take her from behind, whether it was over the hood of their car in a parking building, in a stairwell or a restaurant bathroom. He was insatiable when she squeezed herself into the skimpy fabric. 

She leaned forward cupping her breasts high into the dress so that the fleshy mounds spilled precariously over the edge of the bodice. She ran a brush through her shiny hair pulling it into a high ponytail. She slipped her bare feet into a pair of black heels, not as high as her white 'fuck me' shoes but high enough to tip her pelvis forward and make her legs look long. She considered putting on some panties but decided against it. Surely Tim wouldn't be staying long? She would then be free to straddle her husbands face and have his tongue flick all over her until she forgot her earlier embarrassment. 

Charlie and Tim were deep in conversation when she joined them in the lounge and they both stopped to watch her as she made her way to sit next to Charlie on the couch. She glanced at Charlie and sparks filled her pussy as she caught the hunger in his face 

"It's good to see you join us honey," he murmured as his eyes roamed over her tasty body. 

He licked his lips and she felt herself blush again as she caught Tim's appreciative eye. Charlie handed her a glass of wine and she took a large gulp, the warmth of the alcohol coursing through her. She looked back at Tim and apologised again. He shrugged. 

"Charlie's a lucky guy." 

Both men continued chatting and she sat there quietly enjoying the buzz of the wine. She could feel Tim's eyes flick over her occasionally to check her out. It wasn't surprising given that he'd nearly been treated to a live sex show on the doorstep. Charlie reached across and began to massage the back of her neck. It was really good and she could feel the tension of the last few minutes, start to ease. She leaned her head back against his hand and he rubbed her harder, digging in with his long fingers sending shivers down her body. She felt her nipples pucker in response as her body remembered how good he was at giving them attention.

Bored with the conversation, Jessica took the opportunity to study Tim from under her lashes. He was as tall as Charlie but broader across the shoulders. He looked like a surfer with his golden-tan and blonde curls at the open neck of his shirt and his long athletic body. She licked the wine from her lips slowly and seductively, her tongue flicking at the corner of her mouth. Tim's hands were large with long thick fingers and she swallowed hard as she briefly imagined what it would feel like to have them inside of her, thrusting and jabbing at her moist hot pussy. Her breathing became erratic and shallow and she could feel her face flushing and she took another long swig from her glass, nearly emptying it.

The massage from Charlie only served to increase her sexual frustration and she wriggled her hips from side to side, pressing her pussy into the firm cushions of the couch. Tim glanced at her and his eyes darkened, she smiled knowingly at him and parted her knees a little as she kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet up beside her on the couch. Her dress rose up exposing her upper thigh and she didn't pull it down, instead she shifted her bottom forward a little, the fabric raising up an inch so that she was sure that the dark mound of her pussy would be visible to Tim. She snuck a peak at him to gauge his reaction and was pleased to see him redden as his eyes fell to her lap. 

Charlie followed his gaze and chuckled quietly.

"My wife's a tease Tim. She loves to show off. I'll have to teach her a lesson or two later."

He draped his arm across her shoulders, his hand falling over her breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Jessica gasped as a sharp pain of desire delve to the core of her pussy which warmed with moisture in response. Tim was agog, his cheeks were reddening and Jessica couldn't be sure if it was desire or embarrassment. 

Charlie pulled his hand from her dress and rested his arm over her shoulders again, taking a long swig from his beer. He coughed and Tim reluctantly dragged his attention back to Charlie and as if nothing happened they started up their conversation again. Tim shifted in his chair and Jessica glanced down at his lap, swallowing as she saw the bulge in his pants. She caught his eye, smiled and licked her lips again, taking the last sip of wine from her glass. Tim shifted again and she could see the outline of his cock stir within his pants. She opened her mouth a little and sighed aloud wondering at just how big he was. Tim followed her gaze and glanced down, blushing he laid his arm over his lap to cover his obvious erection. 

Charlie got up to refresh their drinks and asked Jess to help him. In the kitchen he pulled her to him and rubbed his throbbing cock against her leg. 

"You are a fucking witch you know that? I think Tim is going to explode in his pants if you keep this up." 

She giggled and said, "You were pretty good yourself! Pinching my nipple like that, I almost came right there on the couch. I thought you'd like it though. You did, didn't you?" 

She tipped her head back for a kiss and as he roughly thrust his tongue in and out of her hot mouth, he inched her dress up and slipped the tip of one of his fingers between her legs, grazing her clit on the way to get inside her pussy. She gasped and squirmed against the palm of his hand.

"You know I love it. Fuck it's so good watching you teasing him like that." 

He pushed his palm against her clit, rubbing her while she moaned. He pushed his finger further inside her, probing the walls of her pussy. 

"God, you're so wet. Fuck you're hot." 

She lifted her leg around his waist to give him better access and he swirled his finger inside her tight hole, placing his mouth over hers. She was moaning softly, encouraging him when she heard a noise behind her, she jumped and pulled away from Charlie, his finger slipping from inside her. 

Tim was standing in the kitchen, watching them, his erection now very obvious. His face was slack, his eyes hot with lust. Jessica pulled her dress down over her wet thighs and pulled the bodice up to cover her breasts that had slipped free during her entanglement with Charlie. 

"Ah, I should probably go. Thanks for the drink. It was good to meet you Jess. I'll see ya next week Charlie." 

Tim made to leave.

Charlie called out, "Mate don't go. Did you want to stay and maybe, ah, join us?" 

Tim snapped his head around as Charlie spoke, disbelief written all over his face. Jessica was just as surprised as Tim and turned to Charlie.

"What?" she asked. 

They had talked about a threesome with someone but she couldn't imagine whom they would both want to be with. 

"Come on, you know this is something we both want to try. Hey Tim, ever been in a threesome before?" 

Tim blushed and stammered, "Um no. You guys?" 

Charlie was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

"No we haven't but we've talked about it. I just never met anyone I wanted to see fuck my wife. You do wanna fuck her right?" 

Tim took a deep breath, "God yeah."

Tim looked at Jessica questioningly. 

"Jess?" he asked softly. 

Charlie looked at her and arched his eyebrow questioningly. Jess looked at him in surprise.

"Are you sure Charlie?" 

He shrugged casually.

"Why not? You want to don't you?" 

Jessica turned back to Tim. Deciding quickly, before she could change her mind she walked towards him and peeled the dress down over her breasts, over her bottom and dropped it to the floor. She stepped out of it and standing with her legs slightly apart, naked but for her heels.

"We agree that we can stop whenever we want right? And we only do what I want?" she asked shyly. 

Tim swallowed, "Of course," he said hoarsely. 

"Oh yeah," whispered Charlie. 

Pulling her hair free from its elastic band she shook it out so it fell around her.

"How do we do this?" Jessica said suggestively.

Tim groaned as he feasted on the lush curvy body before him. Full round breasts, the nipples puckered and hard, waiting for a hot tongue, a narrow waist that flared out to full ripe hips. He licked his lips as his gaze dropped to a dark thatch of closely cropped hair on her mound that was glistening with sweet juice in the light, down to a visible cleft that promised heaven. 

Tim's mouth came down on hers as he wrapped his strong arms around her. His lips were full and soft and his tongue was insistent as it explored the regions of her mouth. His hands lightly brushed the skin on her back and his fingers tangled themselves in her hair. Jess melted under Tim's passion with surprising ease. It was such a turn on to have a different mouth kissing her.

She felt Charlie step up behind her and reach his hand between her ass cheeks to finger her pussy. She pressed harder against Tim's mouth and pushed her hips back against Charlie, thrusting her breasts on Tim's chest. Tim opened his eyes to see Charlie behind her. 

"I'm fingering her pussy Tim. She's so hot and wet it feels fucking amazing. Rub her clit," encouraged Charlie. 

Tim looked down at Jess.

"Jess? You want me too?" 

Jess opened her mouth and moaned, "Oh yeah, fuck yeah. Make me come hard. It all feels so good." 

Tim slid his hand slowly down her belly, his fingers lightly drifting over her mound and between her legs to her pussy. He slid his finger down into her hole and groaned as he came up against Charlie's finger plunging in and out of her. He moistened the tip of his finger with her juice and started rubbing her bulging nub. Jess cried out as the tip of his wet finger nudged the hood back from her clit and she bit her lip as he swirled around and around the hardened jewel of her box. 

The men were bumping into each others fingers as they probed, rubbed and finger fucked her and Jess was instantly lost in a sensation she had never had experienced before. Her pussy was thrilling at the fingering it was getting from both men. Different strokes, different sizes, different techniques, yet both were turning her on and she could feel her climax building from deep within her belly. Tim moved his hand so that he could rub her clit with his thumb and pushed one long thick finger into her pussy with Charlie's. The sensation of having two fingers fill her wet snatch was exquisite and Jess grabbed hold of Tim's shoulders, clinging tightly to him as he plundered her. 

"Oh fuck yes that's so good. Don't stop, please don't stop!" she cried. 

Charlie nuzzled her neck, licking and biting her shoulders, his other hand holding her leg up against Tim's hip so both of them could get into her pussy more easily. 

"You like this Jess? Huh you like it do you baby? You like having our fingers in you? You like Tim fucking you with his finger? You want his cock in you too?" 

Charlie was murmuring the same words over and over to her and it made her mind spin as he gave a running commentary of what they were doing to her. If it hadn't been for the two of them holding her up she would've collapsed to the ground.

Throwing her head back against Charlie's shoulder she rocked her pelvis to the rhythm that the men had started within her. Tim's mouth was covering her nipples and he alternated biting and sucking on them. Charlie was kissing her shoulder and continued to whisper in her ear how good it looked watching Tim eat her nipples, how his finger felt fantastic in her pussy and how wet she was. 

It was all too much for her and as she felt herself freefall over the edge of her orgasm she lifted her pelvis as far as she could and unable to control herself, climaxed hard, crying aloud her pleasure as warm juice flowed out of her pussy and coated her lovers' hands. Her body shook with the after shock of the orgasm and she again leaned on Charlie, his arms holding her up. 

Tim pulled his fingers from her pussy and put them to her mouth.




Jessica



"Taste how good you are," he whispered. 

She held his gaze and licked them, sucking strongly on each one, pulling them deep into her mouth. Tim was holding her hip and rubbing his hard cock against her leg as she mouth fucked his fingers. She overplayed the scene of making sure his hand was clean as Charlie kneaded her breasts from behind, pulling on her nipples. 

"She's fucking gorgeous isn't she Tim? I have the best wife," murmured Charlie. 

Tim nodded in agreement, "Mate, she's amazing." 

Jess could feel Charlie's hard cock throbbing in his pants pressing against the crack of her arse. Tim dropped to his knees and held her thighs apart, lapping at her pussy, cleaning every last drop of juice from her pouty lips and thighs. 

"Oh yeah Jess, you have a beautiful pussy. Fuck it's so good. Mmm, it's sweet and tasty." 

His tongue darted into her cleft and rasped over her now sensitive clit and she cried out, grabbing a hold of his head and pressing it against her pussy. Charlie gently pulled her away and both Tim and Jess moaned in protest at the intrusion. 

"Come in here so we can both have her," Charlie said as Tim stood up. 

He led them into the lounge where he stripped off his clothes and sat on the couch. 

"Jess, get on your knees for me baby I want that blow job you offered," demanded Charlie. 

Jessica willingly dropped to the floor, her nails gently stroking the insides of Charlie's thighs to his groin. She leaned in and placed small soft kisses on skin of his knees and thighs, moving agonisingly slowly to his hard cock. Her long hair brushed his legs and she held his firm cock in her hands lapping at the swollen glans, licking the pre-come off the tip, sliding her full lips over the tip, slipping her mouth down over the length of him. 

Tim murmured something and when she looked over her shoulder at him as he said, "That looks great." 

Jess licked her lips.

"Are you gonna join us Tim?" 

Tim nodded and removed his clothes. Jessica continued to run her hand up and down Charlie's cock while she watched Tim. She was thrilled to see he had a beautiful body, tight and trim like Charlie's. His cock was thick and long, bigger than she thought and her pussy tightened in anticipation. Jessica turned back to Charlie, grinning up at him and took his familiar cock in her mouth, rolling his balls in her hand while she sucked him deep into her throat. Charlie tensed and thrust his hips as she fucked him with her mouth. 

"Fuck yeah Jess, that feels so good," he said huskily.

Tim was stroking his own cock as he watched her. Charlie asked if he wanted a turn, motioning for him to join him on the couch but Tim shook his head. 

"No thanks. I want to fuck Jess, is that ok?" 

Charlie looked at Jess and she nodded. 

"Go for it mate." 

Tim dropped to his knees behind her and Jess felt him put both hands on her ass and squeeze her with his fingers, his thumbs pulling her cheeks apart. He wet a finger and stroked her cleft, prising her lips apart and brushing at her clit, sliding around and around her hardened nub. Jess rocked her hips back and forth encouraging him. He brushed his finger against her puckered ass hole making her twitch and groan on Charlie's cock. He drew back a bit and she felt him probe her wet opening with a thick finger, pushing it deep into her pussy, he grunted as he thrust in and out of her, exploring every part of her inner cavern. 

"Is she hot and wet?" asked Charlie, holding her head, guiding her up and down his cock, twining his fingers tightly in her hair. 

"Oh yeah, she is," replied Tim hoarsely. 

"Well what are you waiting for? Fuck her," said Charlie excitedly.

Tim grabbed his cock in one hand and Jess's hip with the other. Pushing the thick head of his dick into her hot wet slit, Jess tensed. Tim stroked her ass reassuringly, squeezing it tenderly and waited.

"You all right?" he asked. 

Jess stopped sucking Charlie's cock and continued to stroke him with her hand. She looked over her shoulder at Tim.

"Yeah. Fuck me, hard," she whispered. 

Tim nodded and thrust his cock into her in one swift movement. Jess cried out as his thick penis tore into her pussy, stretching her further than ever before. She gasped heavily as he kept his cock deep in her pussy, waiting for her to get used to the fullness of him. Charlie had used a vibrator and a couple of different sized dildos on her before but this was a warm hot throbbing cock inside her and it was so much better. It was only a couple of long slow thrusts before his cock was covered in her warm juices and he was sliding effortlessly in and out of her, his thighs and balls slapping up against her. 

"That looks so good Jess," said Charlie, pushing his cock into her mouth again, the swollen head bumping the back of her throat. 

Jess grunted as she sucked Charlie and massaged his balls, her mouth sliding up and down his shaft, their combined juices spilling down over his balls and thighs. Jess could feel her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Tim and the feeling of being filled to the brim with cock was overwhelming. Unable to stop herself she pulled away, crying out as Tim's cock pumped in and out of her. 

"Oh yeah, fuck me Tim, fuck me hard," she cried. 

Tim dug his fingers into her hips, drawing her onto him harder and faster. She slipped her mouth over Charlie's cock again and sucked as hard as she could, using her hand to fuck him when she felt the need to cry out with pleasure. 

Without any warning, her pussy clenched tightly around Tim's cock, squeezing him. She pushed back against his belly as fire rolled over her, puckering her nipples and lubricating her cunt. She thrust her ass against him feeling the tip of his cock touch the very top of her moist canal. 

She called out, "Yes, oh yes, oh yes," her body shuddering as her climax overtook her.

Charlie, seeing the signs of her orgasm, waited for her to finish then leaned his head back as she moved her hand rapidly up and down the full length of his dick, circling his engorged tip, occasionally flicking her tongue over it. He was watching Tim's cock slid in and out of her now dripping pussy and he knew it wouldn't be long before both men would be filling her with hot cum. 

Sure enough Tim threw his head back, moaning.

"I'm coming. Oh fuck yes, I'm coming, fuck yes!" 

He gave two more thrusts into Jess's hot cunt then pulled his dick from inside her, spurting warm jism over Jess's back and ass. The sight of his gorgeous wife being fucked while she sucked and fucked him with her expert mouth and hand was better than he could have imagined and Charlie came in a powerful thunder of noise. Jess slipped a finger between his ass cheeks and slid her finger back and forth across his puckered hole sending spasms to end of his cock as he filled her mouth with hot cum. She slurped and sucked as quickly as she could, trying to swallow his juicy offering.

As she licked his softening cock he stroked her long silken hair and watched Tim reach around to play with her hardened nipples. 

"Mate, you ok?" he asked softly. 

Tim looked up from watching Jess's expert mouth on Charlie's cock.

"Oh yeah, that was amazing. Jess, you're a star." 

Exhausted they fell away from each other, Jess laying down on her back and Tim laying next to her. Charlie joined them on the floor and both men took turns kissing her and stroking her. Tim was sucking gently on her nipple and Charlie was slipping his tongue into her warm mouth, tasting his own cum. Jessica closed her eyes, relishing the afterglow of being fucked by two men.

Charlie pulled away from her.

"Do you guys wanna go again? We could go to the bedroom? Get more comfortable? Jess?" 

Jessica turned to him and stroked his cheek, smiling warmly at her husband. 

"You liked watching Tim fuck me? It turned you on?" she asked shyly. 

"Oh babe it was great. You're a natural little slut. I love that about you." 

Jess chuckled and leaned in to kiss her husband, he was getting excited again, his hands squeezing her breast, sliding down her belly to finger her sopping wet cunt. She pulled her mouth away, gasping for air and saw Tim looking at her hungrily. She turned toward him and Charlie's finger slid from her wet cunt. He stroked her back and ass sending shivers up and down her body as Jess kissed Tim full on the mouth. Her tongue gently explored his mouth sharing the salty sweet flavour of her husbands come in his mouth. 

Reluctantly pulling away Jess whispered, "Tim I'm gonna suck your cock while you watch Charlie fuck me. How's that sound?" 

Tim's eyes darkened, his cock stirred against his thigh, nudging her belly.

"Let's get going."



Jessica



Jessica pulled into the Mall parking lot and always parked as close to the handicap parking spaces as she could. She got lucky today and found a space right next to one. She always liked to either sit and watch them or walk by as someone was getting out of their car. Someone had just pulled into the HC spot just before her so she sat for a few minutes to see what would happen. She could see a male open his door and start to lift a wheelchair up off the passenger seat to set it outside his door. He opened his door but as he was right next to the curb there was not enough space to get the chair down after he put the wheels on.

She quietly got out of her car and as she walked by the rear of his car asked if there was anything she could do. She had learned a long time ago not to ask a crippled person if they needed help. Most were very independent and refused even if they did need help. Jessica was a devotee and loved to watch men in wheelchairs.

What Jessica did not know yet was that the man in the car was also on the lookout....for a devotee. He said to her yes she could help by moving his chair to the rear of the car and he would get out and work his way to it. She moved the chair and Ken pulled himself up by holding on to the door and as he got fully erect, reached down and pushed drop locks down on his braces. 

He faced the car side and with some difficulty, moved himself down the side of the car, by holding on to the roof carrier, to the rear and his chair. He would hold on to the car with his left hand, then move his right leg sideways with his right hand and then rock over on it, let his left leg fall over and repeat the process. All the time Jessica was watching, holding her breath she realized. What a show. She wished she had worn panties now as she was very wet.

Ken asked if she would lock the brakes of his wheelchair as she did not want him to know that she knew that she should have done that already. He reached out and put one hand on the wheel and then lowered (fell) into the chair. His braced legs came up and straight out and he grabbed each one, pulled the drop locks back and lowered them to the foot plate. After he was done he pulled a Velcro strap from the pack on the rear of his chair and placed it around the calves of his legs and the metal wheel supports of the chair. He pulled it tight and pressed the Velcro together. She knew this was to keep his feet on the foot plate but said nothing.

Ken looked at her for the first time, smiled and said thanks. She said it was nothing and was there anything else she could do. He smiled and said he should have backed in so he could use the stripped area to get out but was afraid someone would pull into the spot before he could do so. 

Jessica noticed he had an out of state license on his car and asked if he was visiting and he said no, he had just moved here and was on his way into Bed & Bath to get some things. Did she want to walk in with him? She said that would be nice and off they went.

As they got inside the mall they were right by the food court and Ken asked if she wanted something to drink and they got in line for a cold drink. They moved to an out of the way table, Jessica moved a chair out of the way and she sat down. Ken moved to the space but did not pull under the table but instead, sat facing Jessica. Ken said that he had lived in Florida but it was too hot for him. With him being a para he could not dissipate the heat like a normal person could so he moved to this area. He had a totally accessible house built and worked from there. He was a consultant to several large companies supplying information on how to incorporate all the laws into meeting the requirements of handicapped people. The moving company had just delivered his stuff yesterday and he was trying to get organized.

The whole time he was talking he noticed that Jessica was looking him over very closely. She had turned her chair so it was facing him and her eyes spent a lot of time on his legs and chair. She looked into his eyes several times and smiled. Ken was also looking very closely at her. She had a sleeveless sun dress on that came to just above her knees. As she sat down she had pulled it even higher and crossed her legs. He was almost sure she had no bra on and probably no panties either. He wondered if she would uncross her legs when he had his eyes down there!

Jessica could clearly see the outline of his braces in his pants. She could only see the ankle joint of his braces before they ran into his shoes. She could tell that they were metal bars that ran all the way to the top of his thighs. She knew his eyes had caught her looking; she looked up and just smiled back at him. She felt she had been undressed several times and knew she was going to have to find a bathroom to wipe off in. She just hoped it had not seeped down to her dress and left a wet spot.

They finished their drink, Ken asked for her phone number which she gave and said his phone would not be hooked up until Monday and he would get the number to her then. She uncrossed her legs as he looked down again but at the same time pushed the material of her dress between her legs cutting off the view. He looked back into her eyes and they both just grinned at each other.

She walked with him to the entrance for Bed & Bath, said talk with you later and headed on down the mall. She found the bathroom, used a wet paper towel to wipe off and checked the back of her dress. Luckily there was nothing wrong. She ran the two errands she had come for and rushed back to the store Ken had gone in to. She could see him in the checkout line with several large packages. She timed it so as to meet him as he came out the door. They acted surprised to see each other and Jessica asked if she could help get the stuff to his car. She was not worried now as she was almost sure he knew she was a devotee and seemed to like that she was.

When they got to his car she asked if she should move it over some to make it easier for him to get into the car. Ken thought that would be great and gave her the key. She put the stuff she had in the back seat remembering that he put his wheelchair on the passenger seat and moved the car back and over some.

Ken then had a clear path to the doors in his chair and also put his stuff on the rear seat. With Jessica standing behind him, he moved his chair up to the driver's seat, locked the wheels, picked up each leg with his hands and placed them on the floor of the car. He then moved over in his chair to be near the car seat, put his right hand on the car's seat and the left on the wheel frame of the chair and transferred over. He did this very smoothly and without any apparent strain. He knew she was watching him do it.

Jessica watched Ken as he put the stuff on the rear seat, move to the driver's door and open it and move up next to the seat. She watched him transfer into the car and thought she was going to have an orgasm right there. She did stick her hand out to hold on to the car for a few seconds. Ken was busy taking his chair apart and did not notice. She moved up to the door after he got his chair to the passenger seat and said she was very much looking forward to hearing from him when he got his phone. 

Before Ken could say anything, Jessica asked if he would like some help getting things unpacked, that she had no plans for the rest of the day. Ken asked if she was sure. (He could not believe his good fortune at this.) She said sure and Ken suggested she follow him as it was a new area without a lot of street signs in yet. He backed out and Jessica followed him to his house. On the way to the house, Ken was now almost 99% sure Jessica was a devotee. He decided he would ask her straight out after they got to his house.

Jessica was smiling as she pulled out and followed Ken. She thought he had an idea that she was a devotee and did not care. She did not have to worry about offending him the way he acted so far. From what little they had been together she also liked him very much as a person and wanted to get to know him better.

When they got to the house, they had driven about ½ mile up a winding drive from the road. The house could not be seen from the road because of all the trees. It was not a huge place but looked comfortable. It was a one level ranch with what looked like a 3 car garage. The door came up as his car got close and he drove in. Inside was a van also. As Jessica walked by it she could see that there was no seat at the steering wheel and it had a ramp that let down from the side door. All the conversions for his wheelchair.

She watched as Ken reversed the procedure he had used to get in the car, again becoming very aroused. After he cleared the door, she opened the rear and got a load of stuff from the seat. Ken got the rest and led her into the house. He pushed the door from the garage open and it led into a small storage area. That led into the kitchen which was large and bright. There was a sink and cooking surface both at regular height and another one lowered for Ken in his chair. The oven and microwave were within easy reach also.

They moved into the living room and into the bedroom. There were no rugs anywhere, just beautiful hardwood floors. They put the packages on the new, unmade bed and Ken asked her to help open them. It was bedding and bathroom stuff. Jessica asked where the washer was and Ken said just down the hall on the right. She took the sheets and pillow cases to the washer and put them in. Ken told her the guest bathroom was right behind her and he was going to use his bathroom and would meet her in the living room in a few minutes.

Jessica was sitting in one of the large leather chairs looking out the picture window at the view. She heard his wheels on the bare floor and he wheeled up in front of her. She was glad she was sitting because he had changed into very brief shorts and a t-shirt and there in full view were his very atrophied, crippled legs encased in metal braces. He obviously wanted her to see them. She could not help staring at them. She finally looked him in the face with a huge grin. Ken then asked if she was a devotee and that he hoped she was. Jessica said yes, very much one and she hoped he did not mind. Ken said absolutely not and he was hoping she was.

Jessica asked if she could get down in front of him and touch his legs and braces. Ken said for sure she could and he was looking forward to it. She moved down to the floor and started feeling his braces and legs. After several minutes she kneeled and rose up and kissed him on the lips. It was a light kiss but they both lingered for several seconds.

Ken said that if she was going to help him this afternoon she should not get her dress dirty so he handed her one of his t-shirts and asked her if she would like to wear that instead. Jessica said that would be great as she was wondering what she might put on. As she stood before him, she slowly undid the buttons down the front of her dress, all the while looking him in the eye. When they were all undone, she moved one shoulder of the dress down her arm. 

As the dress started to fall from her she turned her back to him laughing as the dress fell to the floor. She wiggled her butt at him and slipped the t-shirt on. Naturally it was too big for her and one side of the neck opening slid down her shoulder stopping just before her nipple showed. Ken's suspicions that she had nothing on under the dress had been confirmed. The shirt just barely covered her pubic hair.

The buzzer for the washer sounded and she went to put the stuff in the dryer and the towels in the washer. Ken suggested they start on the kitchen as they needed stuff to fix dinner with. As they were putting stuff away and Jessica was reaching into places to put the dishes in, her shirt rode up and Ken could see her brush. Jessica knew he could and she just grinned at him the first time it happened making no effort to hide anything.

After finding all of the kitchen boxes they could, they decided it was time for a cold drink. They sat at the table and Jessica asked him what happened to put him in the chair. Ken said that at age 5 he developed Spinal muscular atrophy. It did not progress as badly as it could have for someone his age, but it did leave his legs completely paralyzed. Since he was so young that was also why they were so atrophied, they never had a chance to grow. His left leg was also 1" shorter. He had been in a wheelchair all his life and only in the past 2 years had he learned to stand and walk a little. He had always had braces because he loved the feel of them on his legs.

Jessica asked if he walked with crutches and he said sometimes. When he was alone he used the parallel bars he had outside by the pool. Jessica asked if she could watch him walk sometime and he said sure, that he would enjoy having someone watch him. Ken then admitted that he liked being like he was and also that he enjoyed "liking it" with someone. He admitted that as he became a teen it became a sexual thing with him. He was looking directly into Jessica's eyes when he said it. She did not hesitate and said well, I am glad we both can enjoy it.

Jessica then asked the big question of Ken; can you get hard and have intercourse? He said yes under three conditions. One, taking one of the ED drugs. Two, using a cock ring. Three, having a partner that was willing to help him get hard. He also said that it took a little work to get him that way but once he was hard he could keep it that way for some time.

Jessica and Ken brought in more boxes and put them in the rooms they were marked for. By then all of the laundry was dry and they made up the bed and put stuff in the bathroom. The bathroom was large, had a wheel in shower with a bench and large shower door that would slide shut. There was a wheelchair type john with room around it, lowered sink and wheel in storage closet. Jessica thought to herself that it would be a great place to have sex in.

Ken thought they had made a good start for the day and asked if she wanted to go out by the pool. Jessica said that she thought he would never ask! The track to the sliding door in the living room had been recessed so his chair could get over it with no trouble. Part of the pool deck area was under a canopy and the parallel bars were under it also. The pool was not huge but large enough to be able to swim laps. It was not deep either, only about 4 feet throughout. 

Ken asked if she wanted to see him walk and Jessica said that would be great. Ken rolled to the end of the bars, locked his wheels, moved to the edge of his chair and lifted his legs straight out in front of him. He tested where the chair was and how his arms lined up with the bars. He then pushed the drop locks to both brace knee joints down and using his arms on the bars, lifted himself up to a standing position. 

Jessica was standing right by him. After standing there a minute he moved his hands forward on the bars a short way, leaned forward and sort of drug his legs with him. He moved his hands forward again and this time he did a swing through motion that caused his hips and legs to go past his hands a short way. It looked like to Jessica that it took a lot of effort to do that.

Ken rested a little and then took two more swing through steps. After that he said he thought he should turn and return to his chair as he was getting tired. Jessica asked him to do one more for her and he did. He shuffled around facing his chair and rested for a couple of minutes. Jessica brought him some water from the refrigerator. Jessica walked back to where his chair was waiting and stepped in front of it. She said that since he did the extra step she was going to reward him and give him some incentive to get back to his chair. With that she lifted her t-shirt up and over her head and stood naked before him. She also turned slightly sideways, backed up against the bar and put her foot up on the chair.

Ken said that was great incentive and started back towards her. He did not waste a lot of time doing so and soon he was close enough for them to kiss and he felt strong enough to use one hand to cup her breast and lightly pinch her nipple which was very distended and hard. He said he needed to sit and Jessica quickly helped him turn and get into his chair. He finished the water and when he looked down he saw a lot of wetness on Jessica's upper legs. She saw him looking there and said yes, that was from watching him walk.

He said he was ready for a dip in the pool and would she help him get out of his braces. There was an exercise table out there also and Ken transferred to it and Jessica started undoing the straps around his legs as Ken just leaned back and watched. She lifted his legs out one at a time and put the braces on the ground. She could not resist rubbing her hands up and down both legs several times. She confirmed with Ken that he did have full feeling and he said oh yes, he could feel everything her hands were doing. 

She moved her hands up to this shorts, said lift and he did and she pulled them off. Ken was slightly aroused and she could see that when he was fully aroused he would be quite big. He was also uncut. She grabbed hold of his cock and pulled on it as they kissed with lots of tongue action. She said she wanted more of this later while pulling on him one last time. They grinned and headed to the pool.

He wheeled up to the edge, locked his wheels and just propelled himself out of the chair with his arms into the pool. Jessica dove in after him and they swam and splashed water on each other for some time. The water was cool since the pool had just been filled for the first time so they decided it was time for something to eat. Ken swam over to the lift and lowered it into the pool. He folded the seat down, got on to the seat and started it up. Jessica had brought his chair and a towel over to the lift and he transferred to his chair and dried off. They went into the kitchen and Jessica asked if they should stay naked and Ken said why not, no one around to see them. She had noticed that the pool area had a high privacy fence and lots of trees around it.

Ken had started the gas grill on the way in. He got some hamburger out and made patties while Jessica made some salad and stuff to put on the hamburger buns. They sat by the grill while the burgers cooked and when done, went inside and ate. Ken said they would have to look for a table to eat off of for outside. They cleaned up the dishes and Jessica said she thought she had better get home. 

Ken asked if she had anything she needed to do tomorrow, she said no and he said then why don't you spend the night. It took her about half a second to say she would love to. She walked over to him straddled his legs and sat on his lap facing him. They spent some time kissing and fondling each other. Now that Ken had both hands free he made good use of them.

After several minutes of this she got off of him and he said let's put one more box each of stuff away and then hit the shower. He wheeled into the kitchen while Jessica was getting their boxes, took a little blue pill and they put more stuff away. Ken wheeled into the shower and transferred to the bench. As he did so, Jessica moved his legs with him from the chair. The water was adjusted and they soaped each other spending a lot of time in particular places. 

Ken asked if she ever shaved her pussy and she said yes she had kept it that way for some time. She said she loved the feel of a naked pussy. He asked if he should shave her now and she said sure. He lowered himself to the floor and she sat on the bench spreading her legs wide open. Ken lathered her up and shaved all of her hair off. He also kept brushing against her clit and at one time stuck his fingers into her pussy. 

Jessica said she noticed Ken shaved his legs and he said yes because the straps pulled the hair sometimes and that the braces felt better against bare skin. Hair acts like an insulator against feeling things touch the skin. Jessica said that was also why she liked her pussy shaved. Did Ken want her to shave him and he said you bet. They traded places and Ken got his cock and balls shaved. After she rinsed him she took his cock into his mouth and pulled on his nice smooth balls. Ken responded to that and she asked if he had taken his pill. He said yes that was why he wanted to put another box away so it would have time to start working.




Jessica



Jessica brought Ken's chair into the shower for him, put a towel on the seat and he transferred to it. They dried each other off and headed to the bedroom. Jessica told him she used birth control pills to regulate her periods. Ken asked her if she still wanted him to use a condom and she said no, she wanted to feel him squirt into her. She brought a couple of towels from the bathroom so she could protect the clean sheets.

Ken transferred into bed with Jessica lifting his legs onto the bad. He pulled over into the middle of the bed and she snuggled into his right side. Ken held out his cock ring and asked if she would like to put it on him. She smiled and took it out of his hand, slid down in bed and pulled his cock through the small metal circle. She asked how far down it should go and he said as far as you can get it. Jessica continued to stroke him watching to see if he would get hard. He did twitch and his flaccid penis started to fill. He was up on his elbows watching what she was doing to him. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. 

Jessica moved down a little more and started to caress his legs, moving her hand all the way up his thighs and stroking his balls as she reached the top. After a while she spread his legs and sat up, straddling his right leg. As she moved her body upward she slid her pussy up Ken's leg bone. As it crossed his bony knee it forced her lips open and as her clit made contact she shuddered with a startled look on her face. 

She thrust her 34D breasts out at Ken. They were pear shaped with no sag and the areoles were light colored and small. Her nipples were very large and dark and contrasted very much with her skin. They pointed up and out from her breasts. She cupped one breast then rubbed the nipple moving her finger around in circles. As she did so she tilted her pelvis forward some so her clit could make better contact with Ken's knee cap. She was so wet the moisture lubed the area and after about one minute a large orgasm hit her as she continued to grind against him.

Ken watched enjoying what was going on and all the while getting a harder cock. As Jessica regained her senses, she saw his growing cock also and moved towards it. She took it in her mouth and drew a strong suction on it helping it to grow larger. She took it down her throat and Ken told her to stop as he wanted to cum in her pussy the first time. She sat up and said that is what she wanted also and asked how he wanted to do that. 

He asked her to get on her back and moved with some difficulty down to her hips. He asked her to raise her legs and he slid across her bottom forming a t shape with her. He asked her to place her legs over his body and after reaching over her leg and playing with her slit and clit for several minutes, started using his hard on to replace his fingers as he moved it up and down her pussy. Jessica moaned in pleasure and each time he passed the end of his cock over her clit she thrust her hips trying to get it into her. 

Finally he put the head at her opening and grabbing hold of her hip pulled himself into her going as deep as he could in one long stroke. Jessica cried out in surprise, pain and pleasure as nothing that big had ever been in her pussy before. Ken paused to let her get used to him then started pulling and relaxing on Jessica's hip to move his cock in and out of her. He started very slow, pulling almost all the way out then back in deep. At first he could not get all of his cock in her but gradually her pussy extended and soon every inch was in her and his balls were slapping against her leg. The hard cock ring hit her clit ever so often.

It was a very unique feeling for both of them with his cock rotated at a 90 degree angle into her. He was perpendicular to her butt rolled up on his side to be able to grab her hip and thrust into Jessica. It was a very comfortable position for both of them.

With so much that had happened today, Ken was, and had been, very aroused and so it did not take long for him to ejaculate a very large load of cum into Jessica. As she felt him start to squirt, the sensation caused her to orgasm and her pussy clinched his cock into lasting longer and harder.

Ken finally let himself roll onto his back and his cock pulled free of her pussy. She put a towel between her legs and moved around to Ken and they both kissed for some time. She then moved down to Ken's cock and found that it was still mostly erect. She started cleaning him with her mouth and again took him all the way down her throat to get every last drop. After a minute or two of this, Ken pulled on Jessica's hips so she moved her pussy over to his mouth. He removed the towel and he cleaned her pussy as she was cleaning his cock.

Jessica was surprised when Ken stayed hard so she decided to use it some more. She got off of Ken, turned to face him and using her hand to guide him into her sat down on his very large cock. She guessed it had to be at least 8 inches long and quite thick. As it bottomed out before it was all in she just sat and let it stretch her out until it was all in. She could feel the head pushing on her cervix and thought sometime she would see if she could get it in there but that was for another time. Right now she just wanted to ride him hard and she did. She grabbed both breasts with her hands and kneaded them. As she was doing all of this she looked Ken in the eye letting him know she was in lust.

Ken was very turned on by watching Jessica screw herself. He could not do any thrusting in this position so just watched. Jessica came and he felt it as she clamped down on his cock but all the time moving up and down. After several minutes, he put his hand down to her pussy and using his thumb rubbed her clit. Her mouth opened wide along with her eyes and after a few more strokes, slammed down as far as she could on his cock and stopped. The cock ring banged into her clit. She then orgasemed again long and hard for a good minute or so.

Jessica stretched out on top of Ken, keeping his hard inside her and they just held each other for some time. She asked if he came and he said no, not this time but he would make up for it later. Jessica said she needed another shower and Ken thought that was a good idea. She got out of bed and stood by his chair but offered no help. 

Ken used his hands to move his legs and butt over to the edge of the bed. It took some effort to move on the new sheets as they were not slippery. He lifted his legs off of the bed to in front of the wheelchair. He then put one hand on the wheel next to the bed and the other still on the bed. Using his upper body strength he lifted himself very close to the chair and then moved the hand on the wheel to the other wheel and lifted himself from the bed to his chair. His legs had flopped around and he reached down and placed them on the foot plate. It looked to Jessica that he had done this without effort but she could see his face was a little red and realized it had taken quite a bit of effort to transfer himself to his chair. 

She looked into his eyes and then gave him a kiss. She asked if she could have a ride had he said sure so she faced away from him, sat down in his lap and at the same time impaled her pussy on his hard that was still sticking out. They started towards the bathroom then he changed directions and headed for the kitchen. He got a cold bottle of water that they split and then headed back to the bathroom. Jessica used the john and asked if Ken needed to go also and he said he would not be able to go with the hard on he still had. He would take care of it later.

Jessica got into the shower and turned the water on. Ken stopped his chair short of the shower and locked the wheels. Jessica was sitting on the bench washing herself and Ken reached down and lifted his feet to the side off of the foot plate and then lifted the foot plate up. He put his hands on the metal bar that ran down from the wheelchair seat to the front wheels and lifted himself down to the tile floor. 

His large muscular arms and upper body highly contrasted with his small, atrophied, crippled legs and hips. He dragged himself into the shower by leaning forward and pulling himself forward with his hands and arms, his useless legs following behind him. He pulled across the shower floor to where Jessica was sitting. She watched the whole thing and knew she had become very wet and aroused again. Ken also knew she was watching him. 

The bench she was on was attached to the wall in such a way that there was space under it for Ken's legs. He used his hands and moved them under the bench so he was comfortable. He spread Jessica's legs open and started kissing them. He kissed his way up to her labia and stuck his tongue into her as deep as he could. He could taste all the different mixture of their juices. It did not take long for Jessica to cum grabbing his head and trying to force his tongue deeper into her pussy. Jessica then turned the water off and came down onto the floor with him. She soaped him all over and then with the water back on rinsed him off. 

She then took his cock into her mouth and started sucking on him again taking him all the way down her throat. She played with his balls and after a while slid her finger into his rear and started playing with his prostate. It only took a few pushes on it to cause Ken to cum and cum. She had taken him deep and kept up with what he put out. After a few minutes he reached down and pulled the cock ring up his penis releasing the blood flow pressure that had built up. It did not take long for it to go limp. Jessica had kept it in her mouth sucking and it still felt good. 

She asked if he wanted her to bring his chair into the shower but he knew she really wanted to watch him crawl to it so he did. She had put a towel in the seat and they both dried off and returned to bed. They cuddled for some time talking about various things and soon fell asleep.



Jessica



It all began several years ago.

Now, before I get into my story, I'll tell you a little about me - not the why, just the who - why may explain itself.

I'm just a man. Nothing special about me; just in my middle sixties with a graying head and beard, glasses, and a bit of a pot belly. I retired before I hit sixty just because my body was tired of the physical demands of the job, and I had more than enough to be comfortable until Social Security kicked in. I've been married - once, and that lasted eighteen years but then we just mutually agreed it was over. No kids, no pets. My big hobby was fishing; mostly salmon, but halibut when I could, and rockfish if nothing else was going on.

When I retired I sold off the boat and got rid of all the trolling gear. Then I went looking for a car, well really cars - plural. The first one was an MGB; gold with black trim - and those damn rubber bumpers. What a pig. It didn't have the power to get out of its own way. The more I looked at it the less I liked it. So I sold it to a middle- aged gal that thought it was "cute".

The next car was a Triumph TR-6; much more power, a manly stance, and real, chrome, bumpers. I spent a lot of hours fiddling with that car, but it was fun trying to coax a couple more horses, or improve the cornering, or hell, just making the exhaust louder. Good times.

Then I went looking for the next car.

I had decided I wanted a mid-sixties Jaguar MK2 sedan. Four doors, lots of leather, and the XK 150 engine. Couple that to a four speed transmission and you had a car that lived up to the Jaguar motto: Grace Space Pace.

Now of course once I had settled on a particular model, well ... then I had to find the right car; something I could drive without worrying the paint might get a stone ding, but not so bad that I'd be ashamed to be seen in it.

It's amazing how few cars fell into the middle of all that. between early spring and late fall I probably looked at fifteen or so cars, and they were either trailer queens that had been through total restorations or cars so far gone that it would cost an easy forty grand to make them decent again. Sixty if I wanted show quality. Which I didn't.

In February I got a call from a John Womack, saying he'd heard I was looking for a MK 2 and he had his dad's car up for sale.

*******

I was driving through one of the older neighborhoods of Seattle, looking for the address Womack had given me when I saw a woman standing at a wrought iron fence bordering a Victorian style home, her back to the rain. There was no one else around. I'd glanced at her then switched back to looking at addresses when it clicked -that woman was naked! This was February in Seattle; there's no such thing as a warm rain, this was a cold drizzle that just made you feel miserable. I could only imagine what it felt like to someone nude.

Now ... I'm no hero. And I certainly wasn't looking for a distressed damsel. But a woman - especially a naked one standing in the rain must have needed help ... yeah, I pulled over to the curb, hopped out and walked the few feet to her.

I saw a leash tied to the fence and leading up to a collar locked around her throat. She could have untied herself and walked away! Instead she stood there; back to a cold rain, doing nothing.

I touched her elbow and she jumped in fright. She looked up at me then cowered to the end of the leash and held out a water streaked paper. It read: "This insolent slave is not worthy of my time. Anyone may take her. Use her anyway you wish. DOM."

The look in her eyes as she scanned my face was a combination of fear and submission. It was as if anything would be preferable to a cold February rain.

I untied her and led her by the hand to my truck. I put her in the passenger seat, pulled a blanket from behind it, wrapped her and turned the heat up. She began to shiver uncontrollably for several minutes as color returned to her face.

"What's your name?" No answer.

"Where do you live?" Again, no answer.

"Shall I call the cops?" This time her eyes got big and she shook her head.

"Where should I take you?"

This time in an almost whisper she answered; "I belong to you. You took my leash and now I am your slave."

Need I mention I wasn't looking for slaves?

While she sat in my pickup, I considered the possibilities: I could take her to the cops; given her nakedness that might not be very pleasant for her. A women's shelter? I didn't have a clue where I might find one. Give her the blanket and twenty bucks and drop her at the nearest bus stop? She said she had nowhere to go.

That left me. As she said - she belonged to me. I didn't know what I'd do with her; maybe just make sure she was healthy, had some clothes and send her on her way. But I damn well couldn't just leave her at the curb.

"Listen, I don't know about this slave business, and I'm up here to look at a car, so why don't we do this; ride with me while I find the address and look the car over, then we'll talk about your problem. If I have to, I'll take you home and get you some food and warm clothing. Okay?"

"Yes Master."

"And knock off the master stuff, I'm just a guy. My name is Mike, Mike Miceli. Okay?" 

"Yes, Mas ... Mike ."

"Now, what is your name?"

"I once was named Jessica, but now I'm just slave or Bi ..."

That's when I cut her off. "No more of that. Jessica huh? Okay, Jessica it is."

*******

I found Womack's place a half mile up the street, apologized for being a bit late and asked to see the Jaguar. Jessica stayed in the truck, the engine running to keep her warm.

The car was exactly what I wanted - dark green with a tan interior, all the wood and leather in very good shape but with a patina that implied 'never restored'. A four speed with overdrive was mated to the 3.8 litre engine, the engine bay probably as clean as the day it left the factory. The car was spotless in and out and had all the tools and manuals.

We talked price for a while, and even though I could tell he wasn't anxious to sell, the fact I promised to care for it as well as his dad eased his mind.

I wrote a check on deposit, and arranged to do the paper work and final payment in a few days.

*******

My home isn't big by modern standards: living room/dining room, kitchen, den, three bedrooms and two baths - all on one floor. More than plenty of room for me, adding Jessica wasn't going to crowd me much at all. I pointed to the second bedroom back, and told Jessica it was hers.

Damned if she didn't start crying!

"Now what?"

"I ... I thought you would have me sleep in your room. I don't need much, I'll just sleep at the foot of the bed."

"Why?" I was totally at a loss that anyone would sleep on the floor instead of a bed.

"That is my proper place."

"Um, noo ... I told you; you are not a slave here. You're just here until I find somewhere for you to go."

She didn't say a word, but as low as her shoulders had been, they dropped even further and another trail of tears ran down her cheeks.

"Do you think I buy into that whole slave thing and you belong to me?"

"You took my leash."

"Yeah so?"

"You accepted my status. You claimed me. Master Dom told me I was slave to anyone that took my leash."

I could see I wasn't getting anywhere, so decided to just deal with that later. Meantime I had to do something about clothing for my new house guest.

"Okay, we need to get you some clothes. What size are you?"

"I don't know."

"You must have some idea. What did you wear at Mas ... that other place?"

"I was not allowed clothing. He always wanted me available."

"Available?"

"Yes, Ma ... I'm sorry ... Yes, Mike. I was to service him in any way he commanded."

All I could do was sigh. "Okay, drop the blanket and let's see what we've got."

The covering instantly dropped to the floor and she stood before me, arms at her side.

I finally took the time to survey my new charge. Barefoot she barely made five feet. She had shapely legs leading to a bare pussy, her hips had a flare to them, leading to a narrow waist, and above that her ribs were somewhat prominent but her breasts stood firm with the nipples having a slight upward tilt. A graceful neck led to a pleasant face; semi-prominent cheeks, a button nose and well shaped lips. Arched eyebrows high-lighted grey eyes and the whole thing was topped by tousled and matted brown hair. Her narrow shoulders and slim arms led to small hands with delicate looking fingers. I had her turn around and caught my breath as I saw many fading bruises on her back and thighs.

Well, I didn't know anything about women's clothes, let alone sizes so I just tried memorizing what stood before me, figuring I'd run up to a store and get her something until I could get her to the store myself.

"Am I acceptable, Mas ... Mike?"

"Huh, what? No, I'm just trying to figure your size."

A little smile tickled the corners of her mouth. "Yes, M ... Mike."

Changing the subject, I asked to see the collar. It was a fairly heavy leather construction almost two inches high with what looked like a wool liner. It was buckled on, but then a keyed lock secured it.

"We're going to have to get that thing off."

"My collar? No, Master; you mustn't!"

"Just for a moment I'm going to buy into this master thing. I said it's coming off. That was from that other master. He no longer exists. Got it?"

"Yes Mast ... Mi ... Yes sir." This time a real smile filled her face. Totally changed the way she looked.

*******

Well, I ran up to the local "We sell everything " store and picked up some pants, tops and those rubber flip-flops. When I returned she was cleaning the kitchen like there was no tomorrow. 

I was already learning 'don't fight the tide'; I left her to her task, laying the clothes out on her bed. I checked on her progress, and then called her into the bedroom; "These are some clothes for you until I get you to the store for the other things."

"Thank you, Mas ... may I please call you Master? It is very difficult for me - using your name."

"I dislike the connotations of master, lets compromise and you call me Sir."

"Thank you Sir, I can do that."

"Meanwhile you can dress in these."

I'd guessed fairly well on the sizes, but I had forgotten underwear. She stood there, twitching and squirming; "I'm sorry Master, I'm not used to wearing clothing, except when master Dom would take me to a gathering. May I remain bare?"

"Gathering?"

"Yes, when Masters would gather and display their slaves."

"And ... what was that like?"

"He would dress me to impress the others, but then Master Dom required I service anyone and everyone."

"Damn. What did you think of that?"

"I am slave."

"Meaning?"

"I must do as I am told."

"Let's go have some dinner, and then I need to do some thinking. And just keep the shirt on."

*******

Thinking also involved some on-line research: definitions, common practices, terminology. Then I sought D/s forums, just reading the concerns - mostly of submissives or slaves - and their relationships. 

This wasn't going to be easy. Even if she stayed with me for just a week, her sense of self seemed to revolve around her slave status.

As for myself: over my life I had worked a vast variety of jobs and sometimes I was a boss and other times not. At least I had learned how to give orders as well as I had taken them.

"Jessica! Come in here!"

"Yes Sir?"

"If you are going to stay with me we need to clarify roles. How do you see us? Your expectations of me, of yourself?"

"Sir?"

"How were you treated at that last place that you ended up tied out in the rain?"

Jessica hung her head, slumped visibly. "I was unworthy. Master Dom told me every day I was a waste of his time. He said I couldn't do anything properly. He would punish me when I deserved it but he became more and more angry because I didn't obey his rules. Finally he just tied me up outside, handed me that paper, and told me I was to go with anyone that took the leash. I was very afraid when you touched me."

"And he punished you?"

"Oh, yes ... I didn't like that, he whipped me many times. I never cried. I wouldn't give him that."

"We won't be doing that here. What makes you happy?"

"I don't know, Sir. No one ever asked me that. Being good as a slave pleases me. Is that what you mean?"

"Not quite, but it'll do as a start. I have to do more thinking, I want you to go to bed. In the morning we'll discuss your duties

*******

I returned to the 'net, surfing through several of the D/s sites - looking for an understanding of the slave mind set. I didn't care all that much about what the masters thought, simply because that wasn't me. But I was trying to understand why someone derived their sense of worth in subservience.

Around midnight I gave up; there was a truth out there, but it was eluding me. After the usual business in the bathroom I headed for bed, only to be brought to a stop at the sight of a bare woman curled on the floor at the foot of my bed. 

As soon as I stepped into the room she lifted her head; "Sir, is there anything I may do?"

I was too tired to be tactful; "Yes. Get up from that damn floor and go to your bed!"

She stood, shoulders hunched and head down, and cried. Not an out-loud cry, one of those silent, shoulder quaking sobs that will break your heart to witness.

"Now what?" I sighed.

"My place is with you. You don't want mmmeee!"

"Oh for god's sake. I'm not going to have you on the floor! Get in the bed. Take that side. Let's get some sleep."

I was about to turn off the light when I realized she was laying there, stiff as a board. "Now what?"

"Sir"

"I've seen corpse that looked more comfortable."

"I'm sorry sir, but I haven't been allowed on a bed to sleep in years except to be of service. What do you want me to do?"

(Sigh) "Ok, curl up over here. We'll talk in the morning."

She tucked into my arms and with an audible sigh drifted to sleep. I lay there for the longest time; Jessica in my arms, her back pressed against me. I didn't know where to put my hands until she guided them over her breasts, she sighed again as I cupped the warm handfuls of flesh.

*******

The next morning I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. In the kitchen a naked woman stood at the stove, humming as she made breakfast. "Good morning, Sir." She said without turning.

Now ... I'm not a morning person. Give me coffee, a paper, and eventually breakfast and I'm ok. But perky first thing? Grrr.

Jessica was perky. 

She hummed and chattered as she moved about the room - making sure my coffee was topped, serving breakfast (which was quite good, by the way), she even had the paper on the table.

Heading for the shower after breakfast, I realized Jessica's hair was still a matted mess. "Come with me, let's get you cleaned up."

I thought we'd take turns, but her hair was such a mess I just opted to help her with it. We stood under the warm water, just relishing the sensations. Then I moved her directly under the stream, filled my hands with shampoo, and began working my hands through her hair. At first I thought I'd have to just cut chunks of it away, it was that bad; but then it slowly loosened. It took three rounds of scrub and rinse, but finally we reached a point where her hair (wet as it was) reached her mid-back. I swear she cooed the whole time I did her.

After that it was time to scrub the rest of her; beginning at her shoulders, and just using soap on my hands (I didn't know how sensitive her skin was) I worked my way down her back, across her buttocks and on down her legs. After she'd rinsed I turned her and worked my way up. Yes, I cleaned her pussy, but I kept scrubbing my way up. Her knees buckled a bit going over her mound, and she really leaned into my hands as I reached her breasts.

Then it was my turn and she made the most of it. I probably haven't been cleaned so thoroughly since I was a babe. And then she began on my cock. Just the attention she gave the rest of my had me half hard, but then she reached down with her soapy hands and cleaned me so well that MY knees half-buckled, and then she knelt and took me in her mouth. I tried to stop her. Honest to god I tried. But I'm just a man and the warm sensations on my cock were way more than I could resist.

I didn't last long, and her humming around my dick didn't help at all.

She stood, licking her lips; "Did I do well, Master?"

All I could do was nod.

Jessica smiled.

*******

Her hair was actually a strawberry-blond, and under the solid layer of grime was a peaches and cream complexion glowing through almost translucent skin. Almost automatically I thought she would get plenty of sun in the summer. And then realized I was planning almost six months ahead.

*******

We spent a lot of time talking over the next several days and I learned quite a bit about Jessica and her life: Now in her thirties, she'd been raised by a single mother in poverty, hadn't finished high school, had worked at minimum wage jobs, and went from boyfriend to boyfriend looking for love but only being used, until she'd been found by "Master Dom".

Her life with him started out quietly as he converted her into his life. She had been dressed in clothing that highlighted her face and figure, and the feeling of servitude had been eased with gentle loving. But it gradually changed as he found fault more and more often. Instead of sleeping with him, she was forced to sleep on the floor; first as punishment, and then as her normal routine.

Somewhere along the line he added beatings to her punishments - telling her she was worthless, a waste of his time. Eventually he just tied her to the fence, abandoning her to her fate.

******* 

Off and on I would go back to the D/s forums, at first just lurking, but eventually I joined, and laid out how Jessica came to me.

Of course I didn't use her (or my) name, but I was pretty graphic about her being tied out in the rain. And her physical condition as well.

Almost to a person everyone agreed she had been mistreated, especially as it violated a basic tenet of the D/s culture; everything must be by mutual consent - you can't abuse a slave unless it's part of the agreement. And not allowing her a voice drove well into the realm of sadism.

One night who should join in the conversation but ""Master Dom". It only took him minutes after signing on to begin a full-fledged rant; first against Jessica - saying she was a worthless bitch that should have frozen to death, then he started in on me - threatening some kind of action. My response was simple: "Hey asshole, I know where you live. Shut your fucking pie-hole!"

He was silent after that.

*******

A week after first finding Jessica I returned to Seattle, a trailer behind my pickup, to finish the Jaguar purchase. Driving past the house with the wrought iron fence I saw a man standing on the stoop; middle-aged, dressed in dark clothes, undistinguished from thousands of others. 

Was he "Master Dom?" I don't know for sure, don't really give a damn, but maybe his blahness explains his need to dominate.

I concluded the business with Womack and headed home, Jag on the trailer.

*******

In my research I had come to a firm conclusion: Jessica was one of those rare people that was happiest when they had given someone else complete control of her and her life.

Not to be disparaging, but what came to my mind was a well-trained dog - happiest when he knows what is expected and does everything well. Jessica was happiest when I gave her a list of duties and left her to them.

Our one area of disagreement was her clothing style, or rather her lack of clothing style; I'm not a prude, and she did look good, but I'd had too many years of social training that decent people stayed dressed, even in their homes. You'd think that I, as Master, would be the final word, but she'd had several years of forced nudity and it became normal for her. We finally hit a compromise: when I was home she wore shorts and a light blouse as she worked around the house. In the evenings she could be nude, but would keep something close-by for when visitors dropped by.




Jessica



And my older friends seemed to come by more often.

*******

It's been several years now and we have settled into our roles: I am master of the house and she is it's queen. As often as not when I ask something of her Jessica will respond with; "Yes, Mike."

And somewhere along the line I began to answer her requests with; "Yes dear."

I don't really mind - she happily cares for me and the house, and I have a loving companion to soothe my fevered brow and warm my once lonely bed.

Oh, and our nightly shower continues.

***********



Jessica



To say I knew Jessica would be a bit of a stretch. We worked on the same floor of the building, so I would encounter her several times a day, and whenever I took an afternoon walk to get away from my work, I'd encounter her as well. Sure I knew who she was, and I could easily pick her out of a crowd. Whenever we saw each other, there'd be some small talk - the typical "Hi" and "How're you?" kind of things - along with an exchange of grins or light smiles, though whether she was just being kind or actually appreciated encountering me I was never entirely sure.

What turned things a little more in the direction of "interesting" and "odd" was an afternoon a few months back. I dropped my car off at a big-name auto mechanic that happened to be across the street from a big box store with a café. As the work on my car would take a couple hours, I decided to lounge in the café with a drink and light snack while reading a book on my tablet.

For me to actually be able to effectively concentrate, though, there cannot be a lot of stuff going on in my peripheral vision. And when the entrance to the big-box store is in your peripheral vision, concentration is a bit difficult. It wouldn't have mattered if I'd turned around either, as there would've been plenty of people crossing my peripheral vision, again making concentration difficult.

And Jessica was one of the ones who walked into the store. I could easily pick her out of the crowd, and as soon as our eyes met, I think as if by reflex, she shot me a grin and I did the same. This was also the first time I'd ever encountered another company employee outside the office, or at least one I could immediately recognize, and aside from that brief glimpse at the store's entrance, I wouldn't see her again.

A couple weeks later, I was back at the café as my car was back in the shop - one of the downsides of having an older vehicle is having a lot of maintenance work that tends to come due around the same time. This time I didn't bother trying to read, choosing instead to bury myself in some research for a DIY project. And again I would find myself periodically momentarily distracted as people filed into the store through the entrance.

But I didn't notice Jessica walking in. I didn't notice her until she chose to sit down across from me at my table. Her skin is mildly tanned. Her hair was bobbed off a little below the chin, being a little darker than her skin color with some sun stripes through it. Though the day fell within May, some recent storms left the temperature a little lower than normal, so she had a denim jacket around her hanging open to show the t-shirt she wore underneath.

It was probably the first time we'd ever had anything that could be called a conversation, but it wasn't much more than mostly small talk. I already knew she was married as I've seen the wedding set on her finger almost every time I've encountered her. And my wedding band was also almost always plain as day on my finger - white gold tends to stand out regardless of your skin color. And we filled each other in on what brought us both back to the same store and the plans for the rest of the day. I mentioned that I was just out and about while my wife slept off her night shift, also mentioning the car in the shop across the street. She said that she was out running errands while her husband took her daughter several cities away for a concert.

She left after the brief conversation to get some shopping done and reappeared about fifteen minutes later.

"Interesting you're still here," she greeted.

"Yeah the car's got quite a few things happening to it. I'm not expecting it to be done for probably another hour."

"And my husband and daughter won't be back till late tonight."

"Sounds like both of us have time to kill," I noted the obvious.

Jessica made an interesting proposal, "How about we have a little fun to pass some of the time?" She followed it up by pulling a small box of condoms from one of her bags, one of the 3-packs from the pharmacy section, briefly showing it so she knew I could plainly see it before putting it inside her inner jacket pocket.

I momentarily froze seeing that, as it was plainly obvious the kind of fun she was wanting. I sat up straight in hopes that it would let the pressure that suddenly appeared in my chest dissipate. "That's certainly one hell of an idea," I managed to utter before my short breathing resumed. "But I don't think it's a good one."

And yet, though I cannot recall clearly the details, somehow she managed to convince me to go along with it. Driving in her SUV since my car was still in the shop, she managed to find a reasonably secluded part of the suburb with no houses within easily a half mile and well off a paved road so we shouldn't have to worry about other vehicles coming through.

We both got out of the SUV, and I joined her on the driver's side. The rear driver-side door was open and she had already taken off her jacket and t-shirt and was unhitching her bra.

"Not wasting any time, are you?" I noted.

"I'm out here to fuck, not make love," she replied. Once topless she put her jacket back on, leaving it hanging open. I had already figured she didn't want to fuck in the SUV, and Jessica's easily a foot shorter than me, meaning I'd have to pick her up and holder her against the vehicle.

Next she swiftly got her jeans and panties off over her shoes and tossed them inside the vehicle as well before closing the door. She had a wide grin on her lips as she beckoned me over, gliding her hands across the hardness that had already formed in my jeans. I opened my jeans and pushed them and my underwear down, giving her full view of it. She got her hands around it immediately and stroked me.

I opened her jacket to find the pocket, and pulled out the box of condoms and got it open while she watched. I got one out and she snatched it from my hands and got it open without any hesitation and unrolled it over me.

Being small she was also light. She put her hands on my shoulders, I put my arms around her waist and lifted her up and pressed her against the side of the SUV as she wrapped her legs around me. I spread open the jacket so I could get a good look and feel of her firm breasts.

I reached under her to adjust myself so I was touching her pussy. The look in her eyes as she sank onto me was easily one of relief as I pushed up to meet her. I put my arms under her legs to better support her weight, and spread her legs more, while I fucked her against the SUV. It didn't take much before she was breathing short, using whatever breath she had to utter a few choice phrases before she held her breath for a moment, then let it go.

She came again before I could feel my own welling up inside me. When I whispered that I was getting close, she said she was too, and she joined me in orgasm as I came inside her.

The first morning I saw her back at the office, we both had smiles on our lips that would've left much open to interpretation for anyone who saw it. But it wasn't long before things returned to normal, where we didn't have much small talk between us and just shot each other grins when we passed each other in the building, almost as if that afternoon had never happened.