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Long Weekend

By: Lily May



Liz and Trevor Wilkins were a happily married DINKS couple in their late twenties who had married 3 years previously after waiting for her career to stabilise. Liz worked for a multinational company as a department 2IC.

Trevor had his own Bobcat and truck and was mainly contracted by a local council with rarely a break between jobs. 

Bob and Carla Pierce were also a happily married DINKS couple who had been married 4 years and were also in their late twenties. 

Bob worked for the same company as Liz also as a department 2IC.

Carla had her own hairdressing salon in a large hotel.

There were several similarities in the two couples, one of them being that each husband had had a vasectomy within a year of marrying, both wives had glorious figures and were very pretty. They both ate carefully and did sufficient exercise to maintain their very sexy bodies. Each of the women dressed to please their husbands, neither couple had any money worries and were all in jobs that paid well and they enjoyed.

Trevor and Carla had only met at Liz and Bob's companies social functions and whilst being friendly, had not associated with each other enough to have become friends.

The Australian division of the company was about to absorb their main local competitor and were to hold meetings and a think tank at an interstate city 2,000 kilometres away from head office.

As department 2IC's Liz and Bob had to attend and they found that at the end of the weeks conference starting in a months time, it was a nationally observed long weekend, with the Monday being the holiday

The state branch was given the job of arranging accommodation and a suitable meeting venue at an at least 4 star venue.

While standing at the coffee machine one morning Liz and Bob discussed the fact that it would be an ideal time to have their spouses join them on the Friday night when the conference would be over and utilise the companies corporate rates for the 3 day/night stay.

They discussed it with their respective spouses and it was agreed that Carla and Trevor would knock off early on the Friday afternoon and fly north to meet up with their spouses for a well earned break. They shared a cab to the airport as they lived within 2 kilometres from each other.

They sat together on the flight and both were aware of the pressure on each others thigh due to the narrow airline seats and when Trevor reached over to take his drinks from the flight attendant he could not help brushing his bare arm across the thin material of her top covering her delightful breasts. Neither of them minded the touching but did not think of it as covertly sexual.

They were met at the airport at close to 6.00pm by their spouses and shared a cab into the city and their hotel. They had upgraded their company provided rooms to a 2 bedroom suite with a sitting room in between each bedroom and each bedroom having its own ensuite complete with king sized shower.

Each night during the week Liz and Bob had had dinner and a couple of drinks together before returning to their respective rooms to tap on their laptops and summarise the days business and prepare for the next day.

After they had checked in and the girls had oohed and aahed over the sumptuous suite for which the companies corporate rate had reduced the cost considerably, Liz rang and booked a table in the hotel's restaurant for four for 8.30pm for dinner and dancing.

They went down and in between courses danced, some times changing partners and after the meal continued some drinking and dancing until around midnight when the lights were turned down low. This meaning it was the last dance. As it happened, Liz was with Bob and Carla was with Trevor. The alcohol, the dim lights, occasional rubbing of mound on stiff cock, and the slow sexy music got to them and as well as feeling no pain they all were feeling very randy.

They went back upstairs in the lift and met in the sitting room which had 2 beautiful big couches as well as of course other furniture. The 2 couples each commandeered a couch and one thing led to another and they were getting hot and bothered smooching with their spouses. Very excited too! The lights had been dimmed as soon as they had entered the suite.

Neither of the girls was happy with them perhaps potentially having sex in front of another couple and after some serious touchy feely, Carla called out to Liz, who was on the couch nearest the door and light switch, "the light switch."

Unfortunately Liz only caught the last word "switch" and was so hyped up that she went across the room and started to suck on Bob's face. Carla took the hint and went over to Trevor. Probably the women thought that the men had planned the switch and conversely the men thought the women had planned it. It is a well known fact that a standing cock has no common sense. Nor has a weeping pussy.

Shortly after, Liz got off the couch and knelt giving Bob the mother and father of all blowjobs and Trevor sat Carla on the edge of their couch and tried to poke his tongue up to her navel through her pussy. The puffing, whining and grunting went on for nearly a quarter of an hour.

Bob shot his load into Liz's mouth to be swallowed with gusto and Trevor received a facial from the hairdresser. A squirted cum facial. They broke up for a drink and returning to the couches and in each case the suckee became the sucker. 

After another drink break, the swapped couples went to the bedrooms and after shagging each others spouse they dropped off to sleep.

Each of the guys woke in the morning with a stiffy, and independently and without any comparing of notes each of the girls impaled themselves on the others husbands cock and they fucked the bejesus out of them, with their lovely big boobs jerking round and round and up and down to the absolute delight of the guys.

Each couple showered together in their ensuites and whilst there was no penetration, everything that could be done in a shower without penetration, was done. After they had donned their bathing suits and wraps they went down and spent half an hour in one of the hotel's hire Jacuzzis with the guys having their cocks caressed until they nearly shot off and the girls were finger fucked to orgasm. The reason the guys were not allowed to cum was that cum floats on water and is yucky, it does not sink to the bottom and also they wanted the guys to be able to fuck them before going to breakfast. This time they tried the old tried and true missionary position with swapped partners again.

It was around 9.00am when they returned and the girls swapped back to their husbands.

The connecting doors were closed and each couple talked separately about the nights adventures and agreed that whilst definitely unplanned, was a wonderful experience and there was no apparent problem at that moment because although it was a hearing aberration which led to the switching, everything that happened was consensual and not done covertly. And, as well it was bloody nice. Each couple pledged their love and realised that there definitely was a huge difference between love and sex. They also talked about the different techniques they had experienced, especially with oral and whilst each was happy with their spouses lovemaking they felt that variety is a bonus.

They all met in the sitting room and then went off down the street for breakfast. Being "Double Income No Kids" couples they were not pikers but they objected to paying $28.00 each for breakfast at the hotel so went into a little Greek café down the street for eggs, bacon, fried tomato, toast, juice and coffee for $5.50each.

They split up, with the girls going shopping and the guys going to a motor show at an exhibition building on the city perimeter, agreeing to all meet back at the hotel coffee shop at 1.00pm for lunch.

When they got back to the suite, they found a pamphlet under the door advertising "a fun night for liberal thinking couples." They worked out that it could only possibly mean one of two things, a live sex show or a swingers party.

Little did they know that it was both. Bob rang the number and after giving the hotel and room numbers, hung up and was rang straight back with details of when, where, what and the cost. It was at 8.00pm tonight at a private function centre in the suburbs, a live sex show, swap rooms and an orgy room, and the cost was $250.00 per couple with a limit of 30 couples, drinks extra. None of them had ever strayed since their marriages and also had never been to such an event. They also realised that their swap partners from last night could not now be unfucked so the mold had been cast.

After a short discussion Bob rang back with his Visa details and they were told that they were the 28th couple to register for tonight and were told how to get there and how long to expect the cab to get there from the city.

They rested up during the afternoon watching a football game on the TV and had an early dinner before booking a cab for the required time.

Because they were not sure that group swinging was their thing, they decided to swap partners when entering the place and if the ambience suited them they could then swap back to husband and wife if the situation arose. They had a couple of reasonably priced drinks and then were guided into a locker/changing room and each of the men given their locker key on a gold chain to hang around their neck.

Because they had no secrets from each other now, they stripped with no qualms, put their towels and clothes in their lockers and went to check the place out.

There was tiered seating sufficient for the 60 guests and they sat down on padded school type chairs each with a small side mounted swinging tray for holding drinks a few rows back from the floor level stage and because there were no provisions for carrying money when in the raw, when they bought drinks the locker key number was used to run a tab. Drinks would be added to the Visa card bill for which Bob had given the details.

Not long after they had sat down, 2 good looking young men and a very attractive youngish blonde woman got up onto the bigger than king sized bed on stage. For an hour the guests were treated to every kind of sexual penetration possible including the 2 guys teaming up on the woman in several variations using all three holes. The guys must have been on a Viagra diet because in that short time each came into her orifices three times. She was a screaming demon and either was multi orgasmic or deserved an Academy Award. Now, none of that is your run of the mill entertainment.

After the show, they wandered off to check out the facilities and they came across out what was obviously the orgy room but decided to look in there later on. Whichever room they looked in had large bowls containing condoms. They found an unoccupied room with 2 king sized beds secured together and swapped back to their spouses and after a lot of licking and sucking, without consultation, both men turned their wives over, lifted their bums up until their knees locked in the upright position, then mounted and entered them. The girls, with their heads sideways on the bed, smiled at each other and reached out and held hands whilst their cervixes were being intermittently kissed by the end of a penis such was the guy's excited state.

Neither of the men had cum when Liz called out "switch," this after Liz had had 3 orgasms and Carla had had 4 from foreplay and the shagging.

Switch they did and Liz had a big one as did Carla, and the men both came with loud grunts. The guys had used condoms, not that they needed them for birth control, but for the prevention of disease as they did not really know how hygienic the bedding was as they did not know who had used the bed before them.

They went back to the bar area and had a round of drinks then went to check out the orgy room scene. There were about 8 other couples there and it was a mix and match situation with pussies being licked and fucked and cocks being licked and drained by pussies. They joined in, with the guys making sure to use condoms and not worrying too much who they lay with on the wall to wall material covered padding. As the inclination took them they moved in amongst the other guests and fucked and were fucked by whoever was close enough, every part of everyone's body was either rubbed, tickled, fucked and/or manipulated, whether internally or externally, the other guests included. A couple of times they grabbed someone's sticky cock or nuts by mistake and dropped it like a hot potato.

After a while the girls were still ready and willing but the boys weren't. The spirit was willing but the body wasn't able. 

They went to another room and although the girls sucked and licked to the best of their considerable abilities they had to declare life was extinct in the 2 cocks. Liz leaned over to whisper in Carla's ear and when doing so she slipped and her face fell down on Carla's breasts. This was a new and exciting experience for the girls and being a bit mellow from the evenings drinks and being as horny as goats, Carla did not push Liz away and Liz did not move away, but took as much of one of Carla's boobs into her mouth as she could and alternately sucked on it, licked it and lipped and tongue whipped her nipple, before changing to the other boob. This set them both off with Carla cumming and squirting her juice onto the bedding and Liz having a gargantuan climax.

All this time each of the girls had someone's sticky cock in their hand. They knew not who's.

Very soon after, they decided to leave, and returned to the locker room and, after showering each other and another couple indiscriminately in the dormitory type showers, they dressed and had a cab called.

Upon their return to the hotel, each couple stripped and went to bed and while spooning, the men each held his wives boob and they slept until about 10.00am.

Again there was no guilt and after dressing they went down to reception and selected a half day tour brochure, had brunch downstairs in the coffee shop and then arranged for the tour company to pick them up at 1.00pm.

The tour was relaxing and interesting. They were returned to the hotel around 5.30pm to have a spell and work out the evenings agenda.

The concessus was to go up the street and have a meal at a nice looking Italian restaurant, have a look in a couple of sex shops and have an early night.

The meal was brilliant, the sex shops were tawdry and at one, the girls each bought a vibrating egg with wireless remote control. 

When they got back to the hotel, although nothing was said, they stripped and laid down together on the carpeted floor. The girls took matters in hands, also cocks, and between hand manipulating and sucking, brought the guys cocks to life and then each mounted the others husband cowgirl style and they fucked while rubbing their boobs on the guys chests, all the time the girls holding hands.

When all four were satiated, they took a break.

Liz and Trevor recommenced the fun and games by 69ing, with Trevor on the bottom, and the other two watching on until it got too much for Bob who had fantasised for years about teaming sex. He caught Trevor's eye and gestured to Liz's pussy, receiving a wink and a nod. Taking hold of her hips, Bob lifted her away from Trevor's mouth and gently inserted his cock into her very slippery quim and gave her slow gentle fuck while she was still sucking Trevor. When she came, Trevor was a bit worried about what he would say to the doctor if her jaws clenched the same as the rest of her body was. Thankfully there were no teeth marks on his cock when she came down from the highest that sex had ever taken her.

Trevor gave a satisfied grunt followed by the same from Bob a minute or so later. All this time Carla was amusing herself by abusing herself. She came too but not with the intensity that Liz did.

Actually Carla felt that she had been short changed with Liz having received one more fuck that her over the night.

After about a hours R&R, the guys went for a piddle and came up with a plan to help Trevor realise one of his long time fantasys. Bob lay down on his back and got Carla to impale herself and lean over so her boobs touched his chest. Her anus area was slippery with the results of her masturbation so Trevor had no trouble easing his cock into her rectum little bit by little bit. Although both the girls were anal virgins, his patient insertion only caused her a little pain and when the guys got their rhythm sorted out she felt like nothing she had ever felt before, even considering the fact that her and Bob had had an excellent sex life since they married.

Both her lower orifices were filled with cum eventually and she lay there between the guys gasping for breath.

Liz went to her and kissed her deeply and told her that by going that one step further she had helped form the agenda for any future meetings they might have when they got back home. But she was owed a DP and a boob workout and Carla was owed a combination fuck and suck. Their flight home was at 5.00pm tomorrow so they had the rest of the night and most of tomorrow to go.

Each guy slept with his wife and Bob and Carla woke about 4.00am with her needing to go to the toilet. Actually only Carla woke up but she reckoned that if she was awake, he should be awake too, so woke him with her special deluxe blowjob. Liz and Trevor awoke around 6.30am with his wilted cock still held in her pussy by her tight cunt.

The got up early and went for breakfast and picked up the previously hired rentacar in which could see some of the sights and then use it to travel to the airport for their flight home, having arranged for it to be left there. Before they checked out, Bob had asked Carla to lay back on their bed and when she did so lifted her skirt to her waist and moved her panty gusset to one side and inserted the egg which she thought she had hidden from him into her cunt then snapped the gusset back to ensure that the egg stayed in position.

He did not turn it on with the remote until they were walking to the Greeks and he straight off turned it on at full speed.. Her eyes crossed, her face flushed and she nearly stumbled. Liz and Trevor asked her if she was OK. She answered "never felt better in my life." For the rest of the day he hit the remote when she least expected it. She couldn't have minded it because she did not remove it when she went for a pee.

They let the others in on the joke later on and Trevor got Liz to put hers in when she went to pee. He did not activate it until they got to the airport and when she took their tickets to be checked in he gave it a burst when she was talking to the clerk. She crossed her legs, clenched her eyes shut and had to grab the counter for support. On the flight home Trevor activated it each time the flight attendant was near her, and the poor girl thought that she was going to have to give Liz first aid she was so flushed and her eyes unfocused.

When they had collected their luggage, they shared a cab to their respective homes and agreed to meet at Liz and Trevor's home the flowing Friday night for a barbecue, drinks and who knows what, but still remembering that the girls still reckon that each of them had been short changed and they had to compensated one day.

Friday arrived and Bob and Carla arrived at Liz and Trevor's house at around 6.00pm with a couple of bottles of red wine.

While Trevor was cooking the steaks Liz poured them all a wine and they talked about general things, everything except the previous weekend.

They had their steaks and salads and spare ribs and went inside to the lounge room with their wine and got settled in for a nice evening.

After a while Carla asked if the other couple had any regrets about last weekend and Liz said that if anything they felt better about each other than before. Carla said that they felt the same way and perhaps the one silly thing they did was to be involved in the orgy room because in the sexual frenzy it may be just possible in the touching and licking a disease or even something as simple as crabs could have been passed around. They considered themselves lucky that they did not come home without at least an itch. They had however flushed out their pussies with the detachable shower heads when they had returned to the hotel, giving them an added thrill.


Long Weekend



It was going to be a long weekend. With Monday as a gazetted public holiday I had three days in which to do nothing, and that's what I intended to do. I was going to just relax, bum around the house, maybe work on the car and maybe play on the internet.

I was completely unsuspicious when my mother asked if I had anything planned for the weekend.

"Nope," I said happily. "Just one long bludge."

"Ah, that's good, dear," my mother said, all smiles. "So you'll actually be home all the time."

"Effectively," I said, suspecting nothing.

"Good, good. So that means you'll be available if required. Not that I expect to require anything from you."

"Sure," I said absent-mindedly. "Available if required, that's me."

About then the first twinge of suspicion hit me.

"Ah, what are your intentions for the weekend," I asked.

"Oh, I thought you knew," mum said. "Your father and I are playing in the local golf tournament. We'll effectively be on the course all weekend."

And out of my hair. They wouldn't be asking me to run little errands if they were on the golf course. I heartily approved of competitions that took the parents away and let me relax. 

"Well, good luck on the tournament. The way you've been playing you should have a fair shot at winning this year."

"I know, but Margaret will give me some stiff competition."

The only Margaret that I had ever heard my mother refer to in regards to golf was Margaret Donaldson. She would be here for a local tournament, surely?

"Um, do you mean Margaret Donaldson?"

"That's right," said mum cheerfully. "She and Ted are playing this year. They'll be staying with us for the weekend."

That was reasonable. The parents had been close friends with the Donaldson's since forever. Where else would they stay if they were down for the tournament. We had a couple of spare bedrooms now that my younger sister had turned eighteen and moved out to go to college.

Then the trap closed around me, and I hadn't even seen it coming.

"It's nice that you'll be home all weekend. You'll be company for Marlene."

I took a deep breath and waited for the shock and the incipient panic attack to die down. Marlene is the Donaldson's daughter. She was nineteen, same as me, but where I'm a relatively nice guy who gets on with people, the same couldn't be said for Marlene.

What could be said for Marlene was that she was a supercilious, arrogant, toffee-nosed, gold-plated bitch, who made it her life's work to tread on anyone she found inferior to her superior self. As far as I could tell, that meant everyone. 

Oh, I don't mean to say that she'd be rude to my parents. They were friends of her parents, therefore acceptable. Me, on the other hand, I was less than the dirt beneath her feet, and she was willing to let me know it. Willing, hell. She insisted that I know it.

I have learned to make a point of being elsewhere when Marlene is around. Now I was stuck with her as a house-guest and I was expected to look after her.

"Won't she want to go to the tournament and watch you play?" I asked hopefully.

No such luck. Marlene didn't particularly like golf. I couldn't even make a rude comment about that, because my mother knows that I don't like it either.

The Donaldson's arrived later that evening. Ted and Margaret are nice. I get on well with them. Their only real fault is that they spoil Marlene rotten. Ted and Margaret smiled and greeted me. Marlene sneered and barely acknowledged my existence.

Everything went reasonably well until the oldies departed for their tournament the next morning. Up until the Marlene had been sweetness and light while still managing to ignore me. As soon as the parents left, the virago emerged. 

Marlene waltzed around the house, trailing mess behind her. Naturally, I had to clean it up. I couldn't leave it until mum got home. She'd be disappointed in me. A powerful weapon that.

Also Marlene ever asked for anything. She would demand, treating me as her personal servant, and a not too bright one, at that. She was condescending and scornful.

By the time we'd had lunch I was quietly seething. I'd have enjoyed the lunch I'd made if it hadn't been for Marlene. Actually, I did enjoy the food. It was the company that was the pits. I decided that the next time Marlene was due to stay I'd say hang the expense and hire a butler and a chef. They at least get paid to take the abuse and general rudeness.

The last straw came early in the afternoon. It was a really nice day, hot and cloudless with a slight breeze taking the edge off the heat. Marlene wandered out to the backyard, spread a towel and sunbathed. 

When I came out into the yard later I saw her there, skimpy little bikini, stretched out soaking up the sun. Her top, I noticed, was untied. 

Now while deploring the woman's personality, I can't say the same for her figure. It was sensational, and that bikini she was nearly wearing showed it of magnificently. Even so, I would have left her alone if she hadn't snapped her fingers and beckoned me over as if I was a busboy.

"I need some water," she snapped. "Go and get me some."

I looked at her, shrugged and turned to do as instructed. We had several bottles of cold water of the fridge. I grabbed one of those and took it out to her.

Standing over her I uncapped the bottle and tipped it upside down. Cold water cascaded down, drenching Marlene. She was not impressed.

She screamed and bounced to her feet and, I noticed with approval, her breasts kept on happily bouncing after she'd stopped. She was yelling at me, totally unconscious of her breasts merry bouncing as she yelled and waved her arms about. I suspect that she'd forgotten that she'd untied her bikini top and I certainly wasn't going to remind her.

As far as I was concerned the whole affair was totally worth it, including the fallout if she complained to my mother.

Finally Marlene noticed that I wasn't so much listening to her tell me off, but watching something. She looked down and found out what I was watching. Her voice came to a screeching halt and she turned bright red. If she'd had any sense she'd have grabbed her top and the whole incident would have been over.

Now this is just my opinion, but it seems - unwise, shall I say? - for a young woman clad in a very small bikini bottom to physically attack a man who is bigger that her, stronger than her, and only wearing a pair of shorts.

That's what she did. I don't know what she was trying to prove but she just came at me, hands out as claws, ready to scratch and she had some very nasty looking fingernails. I automatically caught her wrists and moved her hands away from me, which resulted in us standing facing each other, chest to chest, and my, she had a lovely chest, and I truly appreciated the way it was now pressed against me.

Instead of backing away she just tried to keep on coming. This resulted in me taking a step back, getting my feet caught in the towel she had been lying on and falling backwards. I twisted as I fell, sort of catching my balance so I didn't come down hard, but I also brought Marlene down with me. The upshot of it was that she was on her back on the grass with me half on top of her.

The fact that she was at a disadvantage didn't slow Marlene down at all. She was struggling, trying to pull her hands free and trying to heave me off her. She might have been better off taking heed of what I was doing.

It seems to me, if I was a girl who wore a bikini that stayed on with little string ties, I'd take steps to ensure that the ties wouldn't come undone. A helpful stitch, perhaps, once I had the ties correctly fastened. At the very least, a double knot rather than a single bow.

I found that a gentle tug on the bow of Marlene's bikini bottom made the strings obligingly fall away. With Marlene's constant heaving (with some very rude verbal accompaniment, I might add) the bikini bottom also fell away. And she didn't even notice.

That is, she didn't notice until after I'd pushed down my own shorts and a very eager erection was pressing against her slit.

She finally held still, absolutely frozen for a moment.

"You wouldn't dare," she breathed out.

A little nudge and it turned out I would. The head of my cock slipped very neatly past her lips, finding a snug little resting place.

"Take it out, you filthy swine," she shrieked. "Right now! I'll kill you if you don't get off me. Bastard!"

She seemed a trifle disconcerted. I pushed a little further and promptly found the reason. Marlene was a virgin. My cock was now pressing against an intact hymen.

I just held still, feeling her squirming beneath me. The way I looked at it, give her a bit of time and her own body would work against her. With a cock knocking at the door, so to speak, her pussy was going to heat up and get nice and wet whether she wanted it to or not.

"You may find it unwise to struggle too hard," I warned her. "You wouldn't want to accidentally press up against me, now would you?"

There was a shocked gasp and Marlene froze, looking at me fearfully.

"If you just twist about gently you may be able to push me out," I said helpfully.

And if nothing else, the twisting about will help lubricate you, I didn't say.

The silly girl was following my suggestion, just twisting about, her pussy holding my cock and moving gently over it. I could practically feel the moisture rising from within.

She was still abusing me, demanding that I withdraw, not just from her person but from the land of the living. I listened to her rail, felt her writhe, and smiled. I held up a finger, and she shut up for a moment.

"If you listen hard, sweetheart," I said softly, "the next sound you hear will be the delicate pop of a cherry being broken."

I watched as she deciphered what I meant. Her eyes opened wide and she took a big breath and promptly lost it in a squeal as I pushed forward that little bit. Her hymen yielded to a superior force, almost painlessly from the look of astonishment on her face. The squeal was more from shock than pain.

"Bastard," she wailed. "Take it out."

"Don't be silly," I chaffed her. "It's not even in, yet. Just bear with me for a few moments and you'll see the difference."

With her whole passage lying before me for me to play with, why would I back off? I pressed lightly forward.

I'm not sure if I was being considerate or vindictive in the way I slid home. I just edged in, slowly, feeling her body adjust itself around me as I moved, while Marlene protested every little increment. I've known guys who have finished the entire show in the time it took me to finally nestle into her.

Then I just held there, smiling down at her, holding her nailed to the grass. She glared at me, apparently having run out of things to say.

"Well?" she finally demanded.

"Well what?"

"What are you doing?

"Waiting for you to start moving against me."

"What!?"

"Try pressing up against me," I suggested. "It shouldn't be too hard, even for you."

She glared at me while I smiled down at her and waited. Finally, with an evil look in her eye, she pressed upwards slightly. Cue for action.

I moved against her, very softly, just pressing lightly to meet her pressure and then relaxing. I continued like this, just taking her along in a gentle swaying motion. She got the idea fast enough, pressing up slightly harder, keen to have the whole thing over with.

Unfortunately, I was the person in control, and I wasn't keen to finish. I wanted to take her to the heights, whether she wanted to go there or not. I kept things slow and easy, giving her plenty of time to come to terms with her body's demands. 

Slowly but surely I could see passion building. The fury faded from her eyes and was replaced by curiosity. She was turning inwards, feeling what was happening and exploring those feelings. I finally felt free to let go her wrists, letting my hands capture her breasts and stroke them to a fuller awareness.

She was making little sounds of passion, urging herself up against me, wanting more of the same. I kept going, building on her excitement, driving her before me. 

When she finally said "Please," I picked up the tempo slightly, starting to drive in with more force. Marlene groaned. Another, louder, "Please," and I started hitting home quite forcefully.

Now Marlene was really starting to babble. Her whole body was twisting as she pushed frantically against me, rubbing her breasts against my hands, desperately grinding her groin up against mine as I came down on her. Her hands were clutching at my shoulders, holding me to her.

Enough was enough. I increased the tempo to top speed, driving home hard, ready to explode. Marlene was taken completely by surprise when her climax hit her. She screamed in shock and just seemed to convulse around me, her passage locking onto me while I shuddered and spent myself within her.

Marlene was somewhat subdued for the rest of the day. She sunbathed, but did her own fetching and even tidied up after herself. I had wondered if she'd complain to the parents but apparently she kept her mouth shut. I went to bed quite happy with the results of my little adventure.

I slept in a little the next day. Not long, but I was still in bed when I heard the golfing fraternity heading out. I looked out to observe both sets of parents getting in the car. Marlene wasn't with them. I'd half expected that she would be. As the car drove of I wondered if Marlene was still in bed.

She was. I knocked and walked in without waiting for an invite, still in my pyjamas. Marlene was curled up in bed, the blankets high around her neck. She took one look at me and told me to get out.

I didn't. I walked over, grabbed the blankets and pulled them down, leaving Marlene curled up in a shortie nightie. Quite fetching it was. I rolled her over so she was face down, bottom high, and slipped down her panties.

"What do you think you're trying to do?" she shrieked at me. "You leave me alone."

I had my hand on her back so she couldn't get up while my other hand was now massaging her mound.

"I'm just increasing your sexual experience," I told her. "Yesterday was a nice slow initiation. This time I'm going to be rough, just driving in and taking you. Now stop wriggling."

I was on the bed behind her, hands on her hips holding her in position. Ignoring her yelling and protesting I lined up, pressing my cock lightly against her slit.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"No," came a very loud reply, but I assumed that she meant yes and was just getting confused in the heat of the moment. I drove home, just pushing rapidly into her. She squealed and protested, but even the casual groping I had done had been enough to get her wet, and I slid home without any trouble, accompanied by a stream of abuse.

The cry of "Take it out, you rotten pig," was ignored and I started driving into her hard and fast. No gentle loving this time. When Marlene failed to meet my first stroke my hand came down hard on her bottom.

"Shift your ass, woman," I snapped, already driving in again.

She shifted her ass, lifting it to accept me, and promptly copped another hard spank. 

"Show some enthusiasm," I growled, while she yelped and started moving properly.

She really was a responsive little thing. As I drove home I could feel the change coming over her as she went from reluctance cooperation to enthusiastic participation. It didn't happen all at once, but there was a distinct difference between the "Oh, god, you bastard," she started with, to the rapidly repeated "Oh my god," she was saying at the end.

The way I was banging her it didn't last anything like as long as the session we'd shared the day before. That doesn't mean it wasn't good. I enjoyed it thoroughly, and as Marlene climaxed magnificently and then just slumped onto the bed exhausted, I can't see that she had anything to complain about.

I bounced off the bed, bent and gave her a kiss and headed off for a shower. I'd almost finished breakfast before Marlene came down. She totally ignored me.

The morning passed quietly. Marlene kept out of my way and I managed to do some work on my car. I made lunch and we ate it with no complaints. After lunch I was restless. Marlene was watching TV so I headed in there, idly wondering what mischief I could come up with.

Marlene had on jeans and a shirt. The shirt I could unbutton easily enough but the jeans would be a problem.

"Ah, Marlene, could you take your jeans off for me?"

Marlene jumped to her feet and backed away a little. Geez, the look she gave me. You'd think I'd asked her to strip in the middle of the street.

"What? I was just asking."

"Yes, and if I was stupid enough to do it, you'd attack me again. Go away and leave me alone."

"I wasn't going to attack you, as you so crudely put it. With the jeans out of the way I was going to suggest that I show you what to do when a man makes a pass that you want to accept. I was going to just pet you a little, get you warmed up, get you out of the rest of your things, and then bend you over the couch and slowly ravish you."

"Like I said - you'll attack me again."

"But this time it will be with your permission," I pointed out. "You have to admit that makes a difference. Also, you'd get a chance to see and play with my instrument of pleasure. So far you've only felt it when it was actually in use. You haven't even really seen it. Here's your big chance."

"Instrument of pleasure," she laughed. "You mean tool of torment, don't you. You must think I'm an idiot."

"But a very sexy and responsive idiot," I murmured. "Don't you want a chance to touch the forbidden? Just imagine yourself bent over the arm of the couch, stark naked, knowing that I'm behind you and about to take you. Remember what it feels like when it slides slowly into you, arousing your passion.

I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

"Really? Nothing I want to hear, I'm sure."

"Don't be like that. You like to be in a controlling position. Drop your jeans and panties and bend over the couch right now and, instead of sneaking into your room tomorrow morning to ravish you, I'll remain in bed and you can come in and ravish me. I'll just lie flat on my back and you can hop on me and ride me, controlling all the action."

"Let me get this straight. I should bend over and let you fuck me now and as a reward I can get fucked tomorrow as well."

"You've got it. So what do you say?"

Marlene gave me a look that suggested she was wondering if there was a long line of insanity in my family, culminating in me.

"And do you seriously think I'll go along with that?"

"Seriously? I figured that there was a strong chance that you would," I said. "I thought you'd probably be curious as to what it would be like to have sex voluntarily and also you'd be wondering what it would be like to have me flat on my back while you rode me, controlling the action. I also thought there was a good possibility that you'd pick up the nearest heavy object and hit me with it." 

Marlene glanced at a vase sitting by the TV.

"I'm considering that right now," she growled.

"But you're also considering taking off your jeans, aren't you," I murmured.

Silence fell. It was obvious to me that Marlene was dithering. She was tempted, but to actually have sex with me after the way I'd jumped her? If left to her she was going to come down on the side of no.

I just took an ambling step towards her and casually reached out and undid the button on her jeans and unzipped. No threat - just an undoing of her jeans and then stepping back again and waiting, with an expectant look on my face. Quite often people will do something they know they shouldn't just because they feel it is expected of them.

Now Marlene was faced with the choice of having to do up her jeans or take them off. Both choices demanded that she start doing something. Her hands went to her button and then hesitated. She visibly swallowed and then started pushing the jeans down. I didn't let any signs of triumph show. If I had those jeans would have been back up so fast. . .




Long Weekend



Jeans off, Marlene hesitated. I strongly suspect that if I'd suggested that the panties follow she'd have grabbed her jeans and run. Instead I sat on the couch and pulled her down next to me. Then I started stroking her legs. My hands ran up and down her legs, gliding across her panties, pressing at the soft flesh they covered. I eased myself off the couch while laying Marlene along it, my hands busy on her body. 

Hands along her legs, over her panties, up under her shirt and brushing against her bra. Back and forth my busy little hands moved, managing to flick open a button on the shirt every time I passed over it. Soon I was brushing the shirt away from her leaving her breasts on display, lightly covered by her bra. 

Now when my hands travelled up they teased around the bra, tracing the soft white flesh not covered, dragging my fingernails very lightly along her cleavage. Eventually Marlene gave a little hiss of exasperation and unhooked the bra. Now my mouth latched on, tasting and teasing.

My fingers had been softly probing and sneaking under the edges of her panties as I traced my hands over her body. Now I hooked onto the panties and drew them down, leaning Marlene naked once more. Standing up I dropped my trousers and got rid of my shirt, then eased onto the couch beside her. 

Marlene was casting surreptitious little looks at my cock, wanting to touch it. I didn't notice this, and it was pure coincidence when my movements caused my cock to brush against her hand. Why a naked woman would blush just because a cock touched her hand is beyond me, but Marlene blushed and then her hand closed over me.

I gave her time to get used to the size and the feel of me, her hot little hand encouraging my cock to wax strong. I could feel that she was ready, but how to take her? All I had to do was move her legs apart and come down on her but still. . .

"Marlene," I said softly.

She looked at me, heat in her eyes.

"Time to stand up and bend over the couch so that I can ravish you," I said teasingly.

I rose to my feet and held out my hand. She took it and I helped her to her feet. I guided her over to the arm of the couch and had her bend forward, her weight on her arms. I stood behind her, my hand covering her mound, squeezing slightly. 

I eased my fingers apart, drawing Marlene's lips apart with the motion. Then the head of my cock butted against her, pushing slowly past her swollen flesh, seeking the heated interior.

She gave a low groan of relief as I pushed forcefully home. I took the middle ground this time - not the tantalising slowness of the day before or the rough 'here I am' of the morning. This time I slid in firmly, letting her feel and enjoy my taking of her. 

Once in her, my hands moved to take hold of her breasts. Then the music started. I pulled back and drove in smartly with Marlene responding the same way. We fell into a natural rhythm, meeting each other eagerly, coming together in a ritual that was as old as nature.

I wasn't trying to prove anything this time around, so there was no need for a tantalising slowness or a quick roughness. I was able to just settle down and enjoy taking Marlene, knowing that she was enjoying it, too. 

We came together in mutual fun, me banging into her and Marlene lifting her bottom and pushing firmly back against me, accepting me in the spirit it was offered.

I think Marlene was a little stunned to start with. Prior episodes she'd been able to voice loud disapproval of what was happening, and the fact that these cries eventually changed was neither here nor there, as she had had an excuse to sound off. Now she didn't know what to say.

Not that that condition lasted long. It seemed that Marlene couldn't be quiet once lust kicked in. We'd only been going for about a minute when the first, "Oh, god," came, and after that there was no shutting her up. She squealed and squeaked and made happy sounds, all mixed in with appeals to the almighty and exhortations for me to do more.

I did more, just holding back that little bit of reserve that I knew I'd be needing at the end. Just too embarrassing if, after practically begging for her to do it, I spoiled it all with a premature ejaculation. So I held that little bit back while drilling home in fine style, building up her excitement.

When I couldn't hold back any longer I brought out my reserves and laid into her. My cock started pounding in harder and harder and Marlene gave a yip of excitement and rode the storm. For one appalled moment I thought she was going to outlast me, but then she shrieked and started shaking with her excitement while I relaxed and let my own excitement loose.

For a change I got to cuddle Marlene for a while. I sat on the couch and held her in my lap, idly playing with a naked breast while she recovered from her exertions. When she did recover she gave me an indecipherable look, grabbed her clothes and went elsewhere.

Once again, not a word to the parents, although I suppose she wouldn't want to, since she'd actually agreed to our latest playtime. She was very quiet over dinner and I don't think she was really listening to what the parents were saying. Subsequently, I found out that she hadn't.

I was lying in bed the next morning when Marlene came barging into my room. Apparently she'd remembered the promise of the day before. 

"Ah, Marlene," I said hastily, as she started to strip, "I think you'd better wait a minute."

"No way," she said, standing there magnificently naked. "I'm going to hop on you and ride you until you're too tired to fuck."

"The parents got knocked out of the tournament," I managed to say, at the same time as a shocked voice said, "Marlene!"

Marlene went pale and slowly turned her head. Both our mothers were standing in the doorway, looking shocked.

"It's not my fault," she stammered. "He raped me."

"Ah, they heard you saying you were going to ride me," I murmured. "I don't think saying I raped you is going to work."

There are times you can feel sorry for someone. This was one of those times. Not sorry enough to admit that I might have raped her, but sorry, nonetheless. Her mother was furious with her. My mother was pretty ticked off at me, too, but as I pointed out, I was just lying in bed and she came onto me. Not my fault.



Long Weekend



I was finally on my way home from work and looking forward to a long weekend away with my girlfriend. It had been a stressful week. I had been working overtime to get all my work done and I was relieved to be home. Katie had booked a friend's cabin up in the mountains for a four day weekend. She said it was a nice cozy place in the woods. It sounded perfect to me. Plus, she had mentioned it had a hot tub and that was just what my body needed right about now!

I walked through the door to find Katie bringing down her suitcase from upstairs.

"You ready babe?", she asked me.

"Most definitely." I stated and went over to give her a kiss. I hugged her and leant my weight on her. Man I was tired. She hugged me tight and rubbed her hands up and down my back, massaging the tension from the week away.

She leaned back a bit and looked sympathetically into my eyes, "It's been a rough week hasn't it?"

I smiled at her and said, "Yeah but it's already one hundred percent better now that I'm here with you." She smiled and I gave her another quick kiss on the lips.

"Let's go."

"Don't you have to pack?"

"No, I packed last night. My suitcase is already in the car."

"I guess someone is ready for a break."

I chuckled at that; I was definitely ready.

We took off and though Katie offered to drive, I drove. I knew that long drives could stress her out and I really didn't mind. We talked for a while in the car about how our days went. I made my usual sarcastic comments that made her laugh. I liked being able to make her laugh. I loved talking to Katie, she made me feel so relaxed and at ease. After a while we fell into a comfortable silence, driving down the highway and listening to Jack Johnson. Katie put her hand on my thigh. I smiled at her, took her hand to my lips and gave it a kiss and placed it gently back on my thigh. She smiled back and I put one of my hands on top of hers.

We settled in to the cabin and put away our suitcases. The place was really nice. It was small, only one bedroom, but it had a king-size bed and a separate shower and two-person tub. The rest of the home was open and airy, which was nice. The sitting area looked out on to the back area of the cabin which was surrounded by tall green trees and a creek that weaved in between them. It was beautiful.

I was washing the dishes from our light meal at the sink while Katie went back to the bedroom to freshen up. Suddenly I felt Katie's body come up behind me. I felt her breasts press into my back and immediately felt goose bumps rise up from my legs to the back of my neck. I had stopped washing at this time, and stood there, waiting for her next move. She slowly wrapped her arms around my waist and gently scraped her nails across my stomach underneath my shirt. I gasped at this and sucked in my stomach a bit. She continued the motion and started to kiss the nape of my neck. At this I felt the hairs my neck stand up and I braced myself on the counter with both of my hands. She continued to make abstract patterns on my stomach and ribs with her nails while simultaneously kissing, licking, and nipping at my neck. Her hands were slowly making their way to my breasts but they were taking their sweet time. At this point I was breathing heavily and I could feel my hard, excited nipples scraping against my shirt as my chest heaved. She moved her hands up to my breasts, her nails circling around the orbs but never touching my aching nipples. They moved up further to my shoulders and slipped off the straps of my bra. On their way back down to my breasts, her hands flipped the cups of my bra downward, further exposing my nipples. She then began massaging my breasts directly but still not giving my nipples any relief. I tried to move to guide her hands to the place I wanted them the most, but she was too quick. So I stood there enjoying the sensations coming from my neck and my breasts, letting her tease me.

She continued this for I don't know how long. Minutes, hours, days. I was lost and couldn't bring myself to do anything but stand there. Then, with a breathtaking suddenness, both of her hands moved to my nipples, twisting and rolling them. At the same time she sucked hard on my neck and roughly pushed her hips forward, causing my crotch to grind against the countertop.

"Oh God" I moaned at the sudden attack on my body.

She then whipped my body around and locked me in an urgent kiss. Her tongue slid against mine as she thoroughly explored my mouth. I eagerly sucked on her tongue and stroked my hands up and down her back as our kiss deepened.

During that amazing kiss we somehow ended up in the bedroom. I felt the back of my knees bump into the bed as Katie gently lowered me down on to it, her lips never leaving mine. My hands gripped her ass as she straddled my hips and moaned into my mouth. 

Her lips then started to move along my jaw line, back towards my ear. She slowly traced the perimeter of my ear with her tongue and then sucked the lobe into her mouth. I turned my head to further expose my neck and ear as my body squirmed underneath her.

She kissed down my neck and tongued the hollow of my collarbone. She continued downward until she came to the first button of my shirt. She unbuttoned it and kissed the newly exposed skin. She continued this until my shirt was totally unbuttoned. She kept kissing my tummy, each contact of her moist lips making me shiver and arousing me further.

Katie finally made her way back up to my breasts. She started licking around one, making circles that were getting closer and closer to my straining nipple. As she circled my aureole I sucked in my breath. Just as I thought she would capture my nipple, she reversed her course and headed for my other breast. I exhaled my disappointment. 

By the time she made it near my other nipple I was squirming on the bed from the teasing. She had started to massage my other breast with her hand and I was more aroused than ever. Just when I thought my torment would never end, she sucked my nipple hard into her mouth, her teeth scraping along the sides. At the same time her hand captured my other nipple and twisted it hard. My back arched at the sudden contact and my hands clutched the bed sheets for dear life.

"Katie!" I squealed as she continued the expert manipulation of my breasts. Her mouth switched back and forth between by breasts as I thrashed on the bed in pleasure.

I was still lost in my euphoric daze when I realized that Katie's face was now level with my own. She smiled and placed her lips on mine. She started to kiss me with a hunger that I had never seen in her before. She once again explored my mouth and greedily sucked on my tongue. Her hands moved my arms above my head and her nails began to lightly scrape along them, up and down. My head was spinning from the sensations even after she broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. I was still panting when she bent down and playfully bit my nipple. Reflexively I started to move my hands down to my chest, only to realize that they would not move. Curious, I looked at my arms and saw that they were now tied to the headboard. The little sneak had tied me up.

"What the..." I began.

"Remember that day you teased me at the mall?", she asked. I smiled. How could I forget? It had been a devious plan. I cornered her in a stall in the bathroom at the mall. We had been out shopping for Christmas. I had brought a short, fat plug that I managed to work into her pussy while sensually making out with her. She had thought that perhaps I was looking for a quickie in the bathroom, but no. I continued to tease her with the plug and my kissing as I strapped on the butterfly vibrator I had bought a week ago. I quickly pulled her out of the stall and out of the bathroom before she really had a chance to comprehend what I had just done.

"What are you..." but before she could finish I turned the butterfly on its lowest setting with the remote. Her eyes opened wide and she gripped my arm, her knuckles turning white.

"You bitch." I just smiled and led her away from the bathroom. She tried to go back, but I held tight and led her into a nearby store.

We were at the mall for about 4 hours that day, shopping and eating. I teased her the whole time with the vibrator, keeping her on the edge of coming while the plug subtly fucked her with every step she took. She looked at me the whole time as if she was going to kill me, but she still allowed me to go along with my plan. By the time we got home she was begging and moaning almost constantly. When she finally did cum it was harder than I had ever seen her cum in all the time that I had known her. And I kept eating her out until she begged me to stop. I had a feeling that she would secretly like my plan, and apparently she did.

"It's payback time." I was brought back into the present by her voice. My stomach lurched at her statement.

"I was trying to find a way to get you back. And then a couple weeks ago I was on the computer and I stumbled upon a certain someone's stash..." 

She grinned evily at me and I gasped. I kept a file on my computer with my favorite erotic stories. I have always been secretly in to bondage but never really had any experience with it. It was an awkward request to make to a lover for me. The thought that she had seen stories like these and pretty much knew my fantasies made me feel naked and exposed. I tried to swallow the growing lump in my throat as Katie laughed at my predicament.

She traced her nails down the sides of my torso, making me squirm. She quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off me, along with my panties. She then took two more scarves that she had previously attached to the lower legs of the bed and tied one to each of my ankles. I was now tied spread-eagle to the bed. I struggled to test my bonds, but I was clearly going nowhere without Katie's help.

Katie then tied a black blindfold on to my head, plunging me into darkness. She had grown quiet and I listened intently for any type of clue of what she was up to. I heard her unzipping something and then routing through some stuff. It once again grew quiet. A couple of minutes later I felt something gently brush against my arm. I twitched in reaction. It was such a brief contact I wondered if I had perhaps imagined it. It went away and I was once again waiting.

The contact was back again. This time it went slowly and gently from my wrist, down my armpit, and down my torso. It tickled and I writhed in my bonds. It moved across my stomach, right below my belly button, to the other side of my torso. It then repeated its path back up to the other wrist.

As traced past my armpit I groaned with my realization. It was a feather. She was going to drive me crazy!

"Katie...no, please..." I begged, though my pussy was now dripping.

She pinched my ass in response and continued her teasing caresses with the feather. The feather made my skin tingle and made it especially sensitive.

She finally made her way to my breasts and circled my nipples with the feather like she had done earlier with her tongue. When she actually touched my nipples they sent jolts of pleasure to my pussy and my back arched off the bed as far as it could while being tied down. Far from relieving my aching nipples, the feather seemed to just further my need for her touch.

When she tired of tormenting my breasts, she moved lower, tickling my inner thighs and the area right above my mound. She then started to make a triangle with the feather, tracing the hollow where my thigh meets my pussy, to right over my clit, back down across the other hollow. With this movement my hips started to rock back and forth, begging her to fuck me. After some time she started to glide the feather along the lips of my pussy, down over my asshole, and finally over my clit. My hips rose off the bed, suspended by my head and my ankles. I started to really buck my hips trying to intensify the teasing caresses of the feather while simultaneously trying to get away from it. I was seeing stars behind my tightly closed eyelids and my hands were clenched shut. The feather did little satisfy my tingling pussy. Actually it just made the feeling more intense, making me mad with desire.

"Oh God Katie, please stop!", I pleaded. I couldn't take much more of this.

She laughed, "What's the matter Caitlin, can't take a little teasing?" I groaned in response.

But she did stop. I tried to catch my breath before she made her next move. I felt her strap something around my hips, and then she slid a dildo into my soaking wet pussy. I moaned with the feeling of being filled. I began to rock my hips, only to realize the dildo did not move; it appeared to be held in by the straps around my hips. She then placed more straps around my hips and something settled over my clit.

"I believe you remember this guy...", she said as she turned the butterfly vibrator on low. My hips began to rock once again and my breathing became heavy.

"Oh...", I moaned at the feeling of the little vibrations on my hard clit.

I felt Katie move around on the bed. She was now right next to my ear; I could feel her breath on my neck. She brought her hand up to my nipple, rolling it in between her fingers, sending sparks of pleasure to my cunt.

"Now, don't you think you deserve to be punished for what you did to me?" she asked in a sweet low voice that made me shiver. At the thought of her punishing me my heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat. But before I could pull myself together to answer, I felt a sharp pain in my nipple.

"Ow!"

I realized that she had attached a nipple clamp. And though the pain had receded there was now a dull throb in its place. She repeated the process on my other nipple and laughed when my chest arched and I whimpered as a result.

"I'll give you some time to think about it then.", she said. She turned on the dildo, which at that time I realized was a vibrator, and left the room.

The buzzing on my clit and in my pussy together with the throbbing of my nipples was driving me insane. I was frantically bucking my hips, thrashing in my bonds, and moaning continuously. I quickly realized that while the light vibrations on my clit aroused me to no end, it was not enough to get me off. I wasn't able to close my legs to intensify the feelings of the vibrator. I groaned as I recognized that I wasn't going to cum until she let me. My helplessness and lack of control only made me hornier.

How long she let me lay there I have no idea. My world was centered on my nipples, pussy, and clit. Nothing else existed. The blindfold only added to the feelings because I had no visual distractions. I began to wonder what else she was going to do to me. I almost came at the thought of her taking me over her knee and spanking me.

By the time she came back into the room I was jogging my hips wildly and moaning. She quickly removed the butterfly and the vibrator from my pussy. I groaned as my body once again landed on the sheets.

"So, are you ready to be punished?" Katie asked me.

"Yes!", I eagerly said, desperately wanting some kind of sensation to replace the one that had been driving me wild just minutes ago.

"Yes, what?" she asked as she suddenly removed one of the nipple clamps. The blood suddenly came back to my nipple and gasped at the sudden pain. I calmed myself to answer her.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Try again" she replied and emphasized her point by removing the other clamp and slapping my breast. I groaned at the pain from the clamp and the slap. I was so aroused I was having trouble breathing.

"Yes...mistress", I whispered in a barely audible tone. Just calling her mistress made my pussy contract as it now became clear that one of my fantasies were coming true.

She untied me and led me to another area in the room.

"Kneel"

I immediately knelt and felt the soft carpet under my knees. Her hand soon came to my back and applied a gentle pressure, indicating I should lean over. I felt her smooth skin against my chest and realized I was lying across her lap. She then cuffed my hands together in front and then stepped on the chain in between the cuffs, leaving me with little room to move.

"Spread your legs"

I spread my knees further apart on the carpet. I felt one of her hands gliding over my thighs while the other one rested on my lower back. Her hand then traced up to my ass cheeks, drawing random patterns in them with her nails. Two of her fingers lowered down towards my pussy, tracing along the edges of my lower lips. Her fingers continued on this path, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Slowly she moved her finger along my ass crack and flicked it over my asshole. I inhaled sharply at the sensation and ground my crotch against her thigh.

"Now, what do you need slut?"

"To be punished mistress.", I replied. Her calling me a slut was turning me on and she knew it.

"Beg for it and I may give it to you."

The thought of me begging her to punish me made my heart beat wildly.

"Please punish your slut mistress."

She grabbed my hair, forcing my head up and leaned in close to my ear, "You sure slut?"

"Please mistress.", her taunting driving me nuts.

"Alright, you asked for it."

Her hand started caressing my ass again, warming it. I waited, my breath becoming shorter. She lifted her hand from my ass and I tensed, expecting her to strike. She did not. I waited. Once I again relaxed she let her hand fall on my cheek.

SLAP! I jumped at the contact and groaned as the sting spread on my cheek. She gave me little time to rest. SLAP SLAP SLAP. After about 15 or 20 my ass was really starting to hurt and I was wondering how much more I could take. The blows seemed to be coming down harder and my crotch started to grind against her thigh. But as she continued to spank me I found the pain turning to pleasure and I started moving my ass towards her punishing hand. Much to my embarrassment I began to moan with each slap. I felt the pleasure from my tanned ass merging with the pleasure from my clit sliding on her thigh. My breathing came in shallow gasps and my legs started to tremble. I could feel the sweat all over my body and my body shivered from the sensations. Katie seemed to notice my impeding orgasm and stopped abruptly.

"Someone is enjoying her punishment I think", she stated. I could tell she was smirking as she said this and was quite pleased with herself. All I could do is pant in response.

She let her fingers wander down to my pussy and slide her finger into my cunt. I moaned as she wiggled her finger inside like a worm on a hook, making my hips jerk uncontrollably. She removed her finger as my pussy clenched in protest. She started to tease my asshole with her soaked finger, circling it and then applying light pressure.

My head rose slightly, "No! Not there!"

She paid me no attention as her finger applied a steady pressure and my ring slowly gave way. She slowly fucked me with her finger. I found that I began to like the feel of her finger in my ass and started to rock my ass back towards it. All too soon she removed her finger. I thought I was going to cry. She had been teasing me all night and I didn't know how much more of it I could take. My body was wound tight and was just waiting for release to let it all go.

I was interrupted from my frustration by something entering my pussy. Katie left it there only momentarily before removing it and lightly pressing its tip against my anus. My hips moved back towards the object, but she moved with my hips.

"Would you like me to stuff your ass with this plug, slut?"

"Yes, mistress"

"Tell me what you want."

"Please..."

"Tell me."

She was going to make me say it. I could already feel my cheeks blushing.

"Please stuff my ass mistress"

"Stuff whose ass with what?"




Long Weekend



"Please stuff your slut's ass with your plug!", I quickly said. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

With that she applied a steady pressure to the plug and it started to slide past my ring. I winced with pain as the plug filled my tight ass, but found the pain passed as she gave the plug a final push and my ass tightened around it.

"How does that feel?"

"S-so good mistress...I f-feel so full." She pulled on the plug, fucking my ass with it.

"Oooh...God"

I was getting into the rhythm of the ass-fucking when I felt SMACK on my pussy, directly on my clit. She continued using one hand to fuck me with the plug while the other slapped my pussy with a hard, flat object. I felt intense waves of pleasure coming from my clit. My body began to shake and my pussy rocked as hard as it could towards the object. Every time I thought I would cum I found that my arousal just continued to build.

"Oh please, please...please don't stop. Please let me cum mistress! I'll do anything, please!", I pleaded with her to have mercy and not to stop.

"Cum for me slut", she ordered as she smacked my pussy harder and harder still.

With her words I felt my body fall into a realm of ultimate pleasure. The fire that had been slowly building in me all night had reached its peak as it consumed my entire being. I felt its heat shoot through my veins as I writhed in pleasure. I shrieked as I felt every muscle in my body tense and thought surely that my skin would be ripped off from the pressure. Then as my muscles released I felt the strong waves of pure pleasure radiate from my clit and spread throughout my entire body. My muscles continued to randomly twitch as my hips continued to strain towards her hand hitting my clit. Each strike seemed to produce a new pulse of pleasure that caused a new orgasm to run through me. As one particularly strong burst of pleasure raced through me, I felt my muscles give completely as I slumped in her lap. The stars I had been seeing behind my eyelids ceased and I fell, relaxed, into darkness.

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I awoke later to Katie gently wiping my face with a damp washcloth. I was now lying in the bed, untied.

"Welcome back", she said as she grinned at me. I groaned in response, but smirked at her, which caused her to laugh.

"So did you like that?", she questioned. It amazed me that she had to ask, what with me having the best orgasm of my life but I saw a bit of uncertainty in her face.

"It was fucking incredible", I answered. She looked relieved, glad that she had not misjudged me. She climbed on top of me, cradled my face in her hands and then kissed me passionately. I moved my hands up and down her back as she ran her hands through my hair. Her tongue traced along my sensitive gums and then sucked on my tongue. The intensity of her kiss was so great I thought that she might suck the air right out of my lungs. She sucked on my lower lip as I tried to catch my breath.

She smiled at me and said, "Now you know what will happen to you when you mess with me."

I smirked back at her and looked her straight in the eyes and said, "In that case I'll be sure to do it again."

She grinned evilly at me, "Oh, I'm not done with you yet. We still have three more days."

My pussy clenched at the thought and I tried not to let the effect of her words show on my face. I'm sure I failed.

"I guess we better get some rest then"

"Yeah, you're gonna need it.", she whispered as she spooned against my back. This was going to be a long weekend. I'm sure that if I hadn't been so exhausted I would have stayed up wondering what she might have planned. But instead I snuggled back against her and held her hand across my chest. She kissed my neck and I closed my eyes to fall into a peaceful slumber.



Long Weekend



All participants in this story are over 18 and it is only through my active imagination that any of these characters exist, any resemblance to characters living or fictional is purely coincidental. Enjoy! It's a slow build, but I think it's worth it.

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It was finally a long weekend! A glorious three-day period of languishing with friends and drinking in the sun of a Canadian summer.

It was the Canada Day weekend and plans had long been in the works to get our group of friends out camping.

Unfortunately by the time zero hour came around we had received a few cancellations. Work, family and just general chaos cost us three tents of folks and left us with just Sarah, John, and myself. It was a shame to miss the opportunity for some camping fun and after some hurried phone conferences we three decided to make the leap and go anyways.

Late Friday afternoon found me gathering the last of my camping gear, which was extremely minimal except for food, sleeping bag and the necessary libations and waiting on my front steps for John to pick me up. John and I had known each other for about six years and were close friends. 

We spent many a weekend drinking and whiling away the hours on patios and chasing skirts. John was about 6'2" with short brown hair he wasn't much for styling so it had a perpetually unkempt, just slept in look. He was in good shape for 30 and was an avid camper like myself. He already had a bit of a tan because he often worked in his back yard on the deck for his house. We were popular enough with the ladies we just didn't take the hunt too seriously.

"Got your suntan lotion for the nude beach?" he said with a leer, as I loaded my gear into the back of his already stuffed pickup truck. He was always much more filthy minded than myself and he loves to push the limits.

"No nude beach, just rocks to jump off and a river to swim in. But we might run into some young college girls who are scared of bears so keep your shirt on." I teased. He wasn't hairy at all but he always made a big deal about taking his shirt off anyways.

"Fuck you." he smiled. "Let's roll over to Sarah's and get this show on the road!"

Sarah. One word to describe Sarah is uncomplicated. Sarah was also fun, laid back, and easy to be around. This made her a perfect addition to the trip and the fact that she filled a bikini in all the right places certainly wasn't a problem. She was also a hell of a wingman. Nothing tells woman you are fuckable more than a hot friend who is a girl. However our main issue would likely be keeping other male campers off her. But that was entertaining in its own way too as she was more than capable of fending off advances. But our mock-chivalry always made her laugh so we played the fools. She is that kind of girl. Makes you foolish with a grin. She often got us into trouble when we were out but she had yet to go camping with us. This was her first trip with John and myself.

She was ready when we pulled up, hauling a massive framed backpack and about ten grocery bags of food and alcohol.

"Hey guys!" Sarah said, carrying everything down the last few steps from her front door. She was about 5'7" with her long brown hair done up in a ponytail. She had on a pair of tight cargo shorts and a university t-shirt. John and I got out and helped pack everything into the back. After that was done she immediately jumped on John and put him into a ridiculous headlock trying to climb on his back.

"So this camping spot is a good one right?" she said panting, looking at me as they wrestled around until John just put her over his shoulder and patted her on the ass a few times, holding her there.

"Don't ask me, ask him. He picked it. You get to ride in the back!" John said as upended her into the box of the truck amongst the sleeping bags, and supplies.

"Jerk!" she said as she climbed to the edge of the box liner, crossing her forearms. "So this is a good camping ground right? No swamps?"

I moved around a few grocery bags to make sure that things were well situated for the drive and looked over at her.

"It's on an island in the Admiralty Islands of the St Lawrence. It's called Beaurivage. It's a great campsite. It's right on the water and right near a dock. My parent's boat will get us out there and back, we can even do some water-skiing if we feel like it" I said.

She climbed out of the back of the truck, putting her hand on my shoulder for balance. I always got shivers when she touched me but I pushed that down deep where all such feelings normally go, to join the ones about hot teachers and naughty nuns. Forbidden fruit.

Climbing back into the cab of the truck we were all stuffed onto the bench seat. But it was a big truck and we were reasonably comfortable. Sarah got the "hump" much to our amusement. John said it was so he could see out the rear view as she was shorter but I was the same height as her so it was an obvious lie. He always flirted outrageously with Sarah and she flirted back. They were very entertaining.

A few short minutes later we pulled out onto the highway to begin the four-hour trip to where my parent's kept their boat.

Because I could sleep anywhere I dozed off shortly into the drive as Sarah and John chatted. Knowing these two the next few nights were going to be long and I would need it. When I awoke I was leaning against the inside of the truck door and Sarah was lying with her head on my shoulder. John was stoically driving on as it wasn't a long drive but a full day of work takes a lot out of a guy and he was bolstering himself with a can of lukewarm Coke from the glove box.

"Hey man, want a swig?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I can wait until we get there. When did we lose her?" I said indicating Sarah's headed nested on my shoulder. I didn't want to move. It felt comfortable; despite the seatbelt jamming into my back and the fact that her warmth added to the hot sun through the window had me sweating like crazy.

"About 10 minutes after you did. No stamina, either of you." he grinned, watching the road.

Looking out the window I could see that we were almost there. My parent's boat was down at the local marina and it was literally minutes from the highway, that's how small the town was.

Pulling through the parking lot we found a spot and I sat up slightly, causing Sarah to start awake.

"We're here, lady. Time to hit the river." I said, squeezing her knee.

I paid our fees to the Canada Parks Officer before heading over to the boat. Meanwhile John and Sarah had already moved all the stuff over from the truck and it was sitting on the dock beside the boat. Going on board I packed away the tunnel covers and put the top down. The boat was about 17' long, a nice little inboard/outboard pleasure craft. My parent's let me use it on weekends when they weren't. Since they were getting on in years they used it less and less, much to my happy weekend planning. John grabbed ice for our coolers and if necessary we could always come back into town for more.

Once we had the gear stowed, I took us out. It was around 9PM and the sun was still up so we had plenty of time to hit the island. Besides I knew this part of the St Lawrence like the proverbial back of my hand having spent a lot of time out here as a kid.

We left the breakwater at a leisurely pace, not wanting to set up any wakes but once outside I told everyone to sit down so I could really get us moving. 

The first few seconds were exhilarating with the nose bouncing on the waves, the roar of the engine and the splashing spray hitting us as I pushed the throttle forward trying to bring us up on plane. The chop lessened as we gained speed until we were moving at around 40-50km/h, just skimming the wave tops. It was hard to talk with the wind whipping past but it was a lot of fun. 

John and Sarah took turns standing with me, looking out over the windshield, wind and spray in our faces as we snaked in and out amongst the islands through the Wanderer's Channel. The green blue water of the St Lawrence was starting to darken as the sun went down.

Sarah eventually sat down in one of the jump seats at the back of the boat and put her legs up on the runabout seat in front of her. Her ponytail was flying out the back but she had a big grin on her face as she sat there comfortably with her sunglasses on.

I looked over at John and nodded, smiling.

As if rehearsed we began to push up and down with our legs as we drove, causing the boat to move up and down in the water.

This being Sarah's first trip out in the boat we were doing what was called "wave ramping". The boat is on plane, meaning that it is moving along the water and the wave troughs aren't wide enough to cause anything more than a ripple, giving a smooth ride. But the waves are still there and if you have enough weight pushing down and up simultaneously you can force the boat to "ramp" and catch a bit of a jump, even at high speeds. So with our combined weight pushing the boat down into the water it wasn't long before we caught a wave big enough for us to catch some air. Just enough that that it caused Sarah to be lifted from her seat a bit, making her squeal. This immediately set John and I to laughing as she straightened herself and glared at us over her sunglasses.

What she yelled at us was lost in the wind but it couldn't have been flattering.

About 15 minutes after leaving the dock, with the sun just starting to go down over the islands I brought us into the dock for our camping space. We tied up and unloaded our gear up the hill where John and I quickly set up the four-man (or in this case 2 men and 1 woman) tent. It was a breeze; we had a lot of practice. Our campsite was just back from the shore and had a commanding view of the river and the nearby Endymion and Mermaid Islands. One was an ecological preserve and the other was a great place to take pictures as it had some really interesting glacial rock formations. The rock shore near our site was about 10' off the water and you could sit comfortably and swing your feet if you wanted.

We made a quick dinner of hotdogs on the portable Coleman stove. Always eat your meats first, my dad used to say. Since all we had brought were steaks, hamburgers and hotdogs, it was an easy feed. Pulling out the camp loungers we all sat back and ate our dinner while we watched the last of the sun go down behind the island. The lapping of the waves and the occasional sounds of boats in the distance was soothing and a far cry from the busy cityscape we normally lived in. We sat in silence. We could just make out the glow of my hometown in the distance but it was muted and did little to blur the stars above us.

John, our resident pyromaniac, helped Sarah build a campfire in the rock pit and soon we had a cheery blaze going. The smoke helped keep the mosquitoes down too. Thankfully out here the river moves well so they don't get as many. I handed out the beers as Sarah sat on the ground in front of John poking the fire with a stick while John leaned back in his chair looking up at the starry sky.

"Well, this is it. What do you think, kids?" I said, settling down in my own camp chair where I could see them and not get smoke in my face.

"It's beautiful, man," John said, taking a long pull from his beer. "Good choice."

"Yeah, it's hard to describe. We don't see stars like this back home. Thanks for inviting me." Sarah said wistfully as she leaned back against John's legs, craning her head back and looked up at him, then over at me.

I nodded with a smile.

John reached down and tousled her hair and poked her ear, causing her to shy away.

"No problem, glad to have you. Just don't be groping me in the tent tonight, its bad enough with him trying to spoon me." John said gesturing towards me and I laughed.

"Shut up about that, it was just one time and I was dreaming about your mom." I said but the thought of sleeping in the same tent with Sarah certainly had me pitching a tent of my own in short order. Crass I know, but accurate.

It was a harmless fantasy that had me just closing my eyes and thinking about it for a few minutes. Naughty nuns were one thing but actually having her in the tent, wearing little more than panties and a long shirt (if that) were very interesting. I would just have to be sure to sleep far enough away.

Far away was where I was when 130lbs of girl landed in my lap with a cheerful "Save me from the bad man!" Sarah was always a bit of a ninja and she had come over and plopped herself down before I could move. I gave out a choked sound as she settled down and I tried not to drop my beer.

She stopped for a second with a funny look on her face that became a big grin. I groaned internally. She could probably feel my hard on through my shorts pressing against her. I fully expected her to tease me, especially after the earlier comment about John's mom who is a blustery woman of 60. But instead she leaned forward to set her beer on the ground. Perched as she was in my lap this only served to press her harder against me. She then curled up in my lap, putting her arms around me and played with my ear as she lounged against my chest. I am about 195lbs and in fair shape but I was a little uncomfortable with her so close, really conscious of that "spare tire" but all I could do was take a deep breath and relax as best I could and pray that I lost my erection.

"How do you know that I won't be groping you John? Why is it always the guys that are the gropers? How do you know that I won't be bad myself?" she said smugly.

John just looked at her for a half a second and then shrugged his shoulders. His smile was visible by the firelight. After a few minutes of teasing my ears Sarah gave me a peck on the cheek and started to get up. Her hand brushed lightly along my thigh very close to my crotch. It could have been a mistake but she really hammed it up with lots of complaining about being old and not able to balance. So I slapped her once on the ass as she got away from me, causing her to squeak.

"Ouch, Mr. Slappy! Any harder and you are grounded!" she said rubbing the offended cheek with a laugh. I just adjusted myself as surreptitiously as I could. No sense advertising my arousal to John. He certainly wouldn't pass up the opportunity to tease me.

A couple minutes later Sarah came back with a handful of beers and dispensed them. Since I wasn't done with my last she just placed it between my legs with a knowing smile. 

I mouthed the word "Thanks" in a sarcastic way to her and I'm not sure if she saw it or not but she just kept on smiling.

We had purposefully brought the long reclining loungers so we could all be as comfortable as possible. She had put on a fleece jacket while getting the drinks, but her legs were open to the elements, and she had goose bumps from the slightly cool night air. She flopped down in her chair again right next to John's and stretched out. We had each had better than a half dozen beers each by this point and were well on our way to a serious bender.

"I wonder if we will see anyone else on the island tomorrow?" she said. I was certain we would and said as much. "There are seven campgrounds on the island and about 30 picnic spots. No doubt this place will be hopping. Why? You planning to pick up a local boy?"

She just grinned.

"Don't I always?"

John yawned really loudly about then and stretched his arms over his head. He then reached out and rubbed Sarah's neck with his one hand. "Soon it will be time to sleep folks. We want to get an early start tomorrow so we can get some fun in." he said as he caressed the nape where her ponytail met her neck. That was one way to get her purring. John had magic fingers to hear the girl's he went with. I didn't know myself. I kept our action strictly to the occasional slap on the ass during sporting events.

He patted the chair in front of him and Sarah made a squeak of joy as she jumped over to his chair, pulling the fleece top's zipper down to give him more access to her neck and shoulders. His strong fingers rubbed at the sides of her neck and she arched it forward so he could get his hands around it. He would press down against her shoulders with his thumbs and roll them around on the knots of muscles she always had there. This was an old routine that we all enjoyed. John loved to touch her and she loved to be touched. I was content just to watch my two best friends. She had parked herself between his legs with her legs crossed and leaning forward. He was pressed up against her back slightly as his hands worked. He liked to press down from above; he said it helped his hands keep from getting tired. 

John stroked Sarah's neck and shoulders for about 15 minutes before he grabbed her ponytail with one hand and pulled her back against him strongly. She gave out a hiss of what might have been surprise but the moan that followed was anything but. He kissed her on the shoulder once wetly and let her go. She seemed surprised by her own reaction and might have been blushing but I couldn't tell from the firelight. John made to sit up and sort of pushed her forward until she was sitting on the end of the lounge chair giving him enough room to get up.

"Where's the restrooms around here, man?" he said peering into the dark.

"Follow the path to the left, take the flashlight. There are portables there all summer long. Don't fall in there might be raccoons." I called as he stumbled off.

As Sarah and I sat there she lay back on John's chair and was staring into the sky, the crackle of the fire and the occasional pop of burning sap was all the sound we made.

"Almost time for bed I think." I said, sounding nonchalant. "We can put the fire out as soon as John gets back" I got up with a grunt and moved to the bucket of water I had prepared just for this, bringing it closer to the fire. "Why don't you go in first Sarah, that will give you time to get ready before we come in."

"Ooh. Mr. Modesty. I am pretty sure you have seen all I have at some point I think maybe you should go in first. To check for spiders!" she scrunched up her face as she lifted her head up to look over at me.

John came stumbling back, cursing slightly at the treacherous path. "Okay folks, that's it for me. I will have my pancakes with blueberries and a nice rasher of bacon -- crisp." He moved over towards the tent and we could hear the zipper in the dark as he climbed inside. We could just make out his flashlight as he searched through his stuff and laid out his sleeping bag. I put out the fire with the bucket of water with gouts of smoke and hissing steam while Sarah picked up the beer bottles and threw them back into the cooler.

"Good night" she said, coming over to give me a hug goodnight. I kissed her on the neck as always but the hug lasted just a little longer than usual this time. She must really be tired. I ventured a kiss on her cheek and she returned one on my lips. Just a soft butterfly of a kiss but it was more than I was expecting. "Good night" she said again softly as she moved through the dark towards the tent. Moments later I heard the zipper again, followed shortly thereafter by a gale of laughter from both of them and some quiet conversation.

I moved my chair a little closer to the rocks and lay back down with the last of my beer. The stars were bright in the sky and it really reminded me of some of the best times of my life out amongst these islands. Before I knew it I was asleep in the lounger.

Waking with a start I felt Sarah's hand on my arm. She was wrapped entirely in her sleeping bag and was shaking me gently. It was the very middle of the night and the moon was set so it was pitch dark.

"You coming into the tent?" she whispered. Having been startled awake through no fault of hers I wasn't sure I could sleep immediately so I shook my head. "Nah, just going to stay out here for a bit longer."




Long Weekend



"Okay then move over a bit so I can join you," she said trying to join me side by side in the chair. It couldn't work. We just couldn't fit that way. Finally she just pushed me off the chair and laid out the sleeping bag. She then got me to lie down so she could lie back against me. She was just barely visible to me in the starlight as she got ready to join me in the lounger and I could make out that she was wearing just her bikini top and her shorts. The dim light shone off her bare skin and I was reminded of earlier. What if I had a repeat? It was quickly out of my hands as she lay down resting her back against my chest, her head leaning on me as she watched the sky. She pulled the sleeping bag around us and although most of our legs were still sticking out, we were warm enough.

Not quite knowing what to do with my arms I just lay them around her, staying away from any dangerous territory and tried not to concentrate on the feel of her skin against me.

"There we go, that's better. Just let me know when you feel sleepy and we can go into the tent," she whispered. I wasn't sure that would be ever if it was this comfortable. There was an electrical storm brewing in the distance, the flash of lightning streaking across the sky without a roll of thunder, like a fireworks display with no sound. I hoped that it would pass us by. 

Sarah and I didn't speak; we just lay there watching the occasional flashes. Sometimes she would run a finger along my arm absently, I'm not even sure she knew she was doing it. It raised the flesh on my arms and once gave me a shiver enough to move her.

"You cold?" she whispered.

"Not a bit, just gave me a shiver is all."

"I will stop," she said.

"No it's okay, it feels nice. Mind if I return the favor?" I said and mentally slapped myself on the forehead. Idiot!

She didn't say anything just pulled my arms in a little closer. I ran my hands softly along the skin of her arms under the blanket starting at her fingertips and working up to her elbows. I repeated this softly; occasionally I would drag my nails over the silky skin of her forearms too. It was all the distance I could manage without being obvious about my touching. She turned her head to lean her cheek against my neck and gave out a contented sigh. By this time I was fully aroused and I didn't care if she felt it. It wasn't like I was trying anything. We were just enjoying the view. Half naked. Under a blanket. I shook that thought off and just concentrated on the light show.

After a little while it seemed she had fallen asleep because her breathing became regular, her chest rising and falling. I didn't want to wake her so I just lay there, listening to her. Sometime she gave out the quietest of snores, which caused me to snicker once, regretfully waking her up.

"What's so funny?" she said sleepily.

"You snore, kid," I whispered into her hair. She smelled wonderful.

"I do not" she whined, smiling, I could just see her teeth as I looked down. She straightened out slightly moving the soft skin of her back up against me and laid her arms out straight, her hands on my thighs, just resting. I crossed my arms in front of her, almost but not quite hugging her and I ran a finger across her midriff just as a lark. She pulled in her stomach but after I did it a couple times she just lay there. I don't have a clue what I was thinking but I slowly spread my hand out on the bare skin of her stomach and just lightly stroked it across the expanse of silky flesh. Her hands scrunched up a bit and her nails raked my thigh muscles. That was new.

There was a distant flash of lightning followed a moment later by a roll of thunder. The storm was definitely coming. I ran my hands more lightly across her bare flesh just playing a little and she didn't object. At one point I even dipped slightly into the waistband of her shorts.

"Sorry." I said, but I was anything but.

"S'ok" she replied sleepily and I did it again, pressing a little harder than before. Her nails grazed my thighs again and made a swirl as she clenched and unclenched her fists while I touched her. I resolved just to play it cool and not do anything dumb. My one hand traced along the underside of the bikini top, the nail just barely touching the skin.

"This is nice," I said lamely, again mentally kicking myself. God I was such an idiot. She just responded with a soft contented noise.

A much louder crack of thunder follow the next flash of lightning and the wind had picked up slightly. It was definitely going to be a storm but I didn't want to move and Sarah wasn't running for the tent so I just lay there. My hand played lazily with the bikini top, occasionally stroking the bow between her shapely breasts and alternately toying dangerously with the inviting opening at the top of her shorts. Sometimes I would brazenly dip a little deeper into the top of her shorts and once I even touched the very top of her panties. This sent my erection into overdrive but I was beyond caring.

Though the wind had risen it was still no cooler, in fact it had gotten a bit warmer, the storm carrying in a warm breeze. When I felt the first drops of rain hit my legs I thought for sure she would go running for the tent but she didn't even move. Her hands had begun to run slowly up and down my legs in time with my explorations. A bright flash set afterimages of the river and the nearby islands in my eyes and the following crash was just seconds behind it. Her hands grabbed my legs and she sucked in her breath. This was on a downward exploration of my hands and they met just below the waistband of her shorts and fell onto the top of her silk panties. I made to pull my hands back quickly but hers were quicker and she caught my wrists. Trapping them. Lifting her head slightly she kissed me underneath my chin and then again on my neck under my ear. Turning to look down at her in surprise I let my lips meet hers and her hands gripped me tightly as we kissed for the very first time ever. A real kiss. It was as if it opened a gate and things began to happen very quickly.

I turned slightly towards her and she turned towards me so our lips could meet more fervently. Opening my mouth slightly I probed her lips with my tongue and this prompted hers to meet it. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues slid together gently. The kiss was firm and not sloppy, she was an extremely good kisser. Her one hand came up from my leg to behind my neck and pulled me into her, kissing more ardently.

All filters were lost and my hands just pressed down into the V of her thighs and stroked along her crotch, pressing up against her clitoris for a brief moment. She immediately spread her legs to allow me access to her. When my wrists would go no farther her hand raced to the button on her shorts and popped it open. I quickly pulled down the zipper as if my life depended on it and immediately my hands both moved back against her wetness stroking the lips through the silky material.

She moaned louder into my mouth and broke the kiss to bury her head in my neck, panting. The rain chose that moment to pick up but we didn't care. The lightning came in a sheet of azure light, and the rolling thunder was the staccato crack of a firecracker and the deep bass of a drum. Her legs were spread so invitingly that I couldn't resist delving deeper. With one hand I pulled her panties away from her and with the other I pressed my fingers against her most intimate parts, rubbing gently at the lips, luxuriating in the wetness that I had caused. Or at least hoped I had.

"You are bad," she said gruffly into my neck, kissing me and licking with her tongue before pulling my head back down by the hair to hers for a deep kiss. I bit at her lips slightly before gently putting my tongue back to hers. While one hand worked between her legs, the other rose to cup her breast. I could feel the hard nipple through the material of her top and I stroked it with my index finger and thumb, pinching gently.

We were lying in a warm rain on a lounge chair on an island in a thunderstorm but it didn't matter. Her free hand moved down to join mine, her fingers entwining into mine as they explored. Her wetness got all over both of our hands and she brought her hand up to my mouth so I could lick her juices from her fingers. This caused her to moan very loudly as my tongue rolled across her delicate fingers, sucking lightly. Meanwhile my hand remained busy. I slid two fingers into the opening of her pussy and pressed them gently into her. She bit the side of my neck and groaned as they filled her.

Three quick flashes of lightning in quick succession punctuated by earth shattering booms of thunder brought us slightly to our senses for a moment. She sat up slightly, the now soaked sleeping bag tossed open. Her hair was wet from the rain and she reached up and pulled the hair elastic out and threw it to the ground. I hurriedly leaned forward to kiss her again, reaching my hand up behind her head to take a handful of her beautiful brown hair and pulled her into me. She turned awkwardly towards me on the lounge, pulling her legs up in the criss-crossed fabric mesh, trying to get closer to me. I was not thinking too clearly by this point and I yanked her head back by the hair, forcing her head back. She moaned again and I could see her hand tighten on the side of the chair as she held herself up. I studied her for a moment before leaning in and kissing her along the neckline and down to her breasts. I put my other arm around her to support her and take the weight off her while still pulling her head back. She was now kneeling between my legs as I sat up. My legs were to either side of the lounger now.

The sharp crack of thunder was coming louder now and more often, as the warm rain beat down onto us, soaking our clothes even more. As I kissed her I could lick the rain from the slope of her breasts. Relaxing my hold on her hair I hugged her to me as my mouth sucked at her nipple through the thin fabric of her bikini top. She reached back behind herself and undid the snap freeing them for me. But almost as soon as they were free I was off to a new target, only teasing her nipples slightly with my tongue.

The sound of the rain splashing against the river was a constant drone now, and we could hear it landing on the leaves behind us as it ran down through the canopy.

Breaking another kiss I held her arms and pushed her back from me slightly so I could look into her face. The rain was dripping down her face and a stray hair was draped across her lips. She had a slightly wild look in her eyes and I am sure my own matched it's intensity.

"Tell me what you want. I want to hear you ask for it so I know there are no mistakes." I said, looking intently at her.

"I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me." she hissed. I untangled myself from her and stood up quickly and took off my shirt because it was sodden with rain and in my way. I then turned my attention to Sarah's shorts. I stood her up next to me and kissed her deeply. We were the same height but right then I felt ten feet tall. Not breaking the kiss I pushed her shorts and panties down as far as I could with my hands. Hers took over and she eventually stepped out of them entirely. This left her bikini top hanging around her arms and this was quickly discarded. She was now completely naked before me; her beauty highlighted every few seconds by a flash of lightning. She tried to put her arms around me but I fended her off. For now I wanted to be in control. I sat her down on the sleeping bag and pressed her back so that she was lying down. I then spread her legs again and pressed my face into her clit, smelling her arousal. Her hands immediately went to my hair as my tongue sought out her wetness and lapped at her gently. Whatever skill I lacked in my frenzy to pleasure her I more than made up for with enthusiasm. 

Spreading her lips with the fingers of one hand I darted my tongue in and out of her and up onto her clitoris. I gently tongued her button while at the same time my other hand slid two fingers inside of her. She was extremely tight but she accepted them with a loud moan and an arching of her back. As I slid my fingers smoothly in and out of her she began to fuck up against my tongue. I pinched the hood of her clitoris ever so slightly with the fingers I was using to hold her open and begin to lick around her lips taking in her pleasure center with each circle. I tried to find her rhythm and within a few minutes I was just fucking her with my fingers. My tongue was no longer needed. Her feverishly stroking fingers replaced it. No one knows a woman's pleasure like the woman herself. If she hadn't taken the initiative I would have grabbed her hand and brought it down there for her to teach me what she wanted. I am no fool. Why fumble around when there is a teacher right to hand.

She began to moan in time with my thrusting fingers. I altered the angle slightly so that I was thrusting deeper into her, stroking towards the inside of her clitoris on each out-stroke. The rhythm of our fingers was quickly bringing her to the brink. I could feel the ring of muscles inside her tensing and relaxing. An ear-shattering crack of thunder followed an intense bolt of lighting out over the river and she finally slipped over the edge with a groan. She lifted her head up and the muscles of her stomach tensed up. The muscles of her sex practically crushed my fingers as a new rush of wetness that had nothing to do with the rain flooded our hands. She shivered and pressed her hips against my fingers as they now slid gently in and out of her, milking the last of the orgasm from her. With each deep stroke she moaned until she grabbed my hand and just pushed the fingers in as far as she could and held them there. She tossed her head back and forth in the rain. I think she was a little surprised she had come so hard. Her eyes fluttered open as I took my hand from her and rose to stand above her in the rain, stretching my legs. I was no Adonis but right then I must have looked like a hungry god. I was shirtless, my chest heaving from the exertion of pleasuring her, wreathed with a nimbus of lightning whenever it flashed.

Pushing herself up on her elbows she smiled at me in the dark. The rain was coming down very hard and we were beyond soaked. Rising completely to sit facing me her hands went to my legs and up into the legs of my shorts. Her hands were more than able to fit and she quickly found my hard cock. Looking up at me she beckoned me closer and pulled my head down for a quick kiss.

"Your turn" was all she said as she wrenched open my shorts and forced them to the ground, freeing me. Her hand went around it and stroked it firmly. I kicked the shorts away and she leaned in and swiped her tongue across the head licking up a dewdrop of liquid. She looked up at me again as she stroked my cock with her hand.

"Tell me what you want. I don't want there to be any mistakes." she said in a tone of voice I had never heard from her before in all the years I had known her.

"I want you to fuck me. I want to fuck you." I said, simply stating the truth.

She leaned forward and her mouth covered the head of my penis. Her sucking lips and tongue worked gently at the head, as with each stroke she took a little more. I was about seven inches long but between her hands and her moist lips no part of me went wanting. She would get me wet with her mouth first then stroke me hard for a few strokes almost making my knees buckle before taking me back in her mouth. The wind picked up even more around us, whipping her wet hair against my legs as she pulled me deeper into her mouth. Her hand went around me to my ass to pull me into her and her one leg entwined around the back of my knee. I wasn't going anywhere.

She would stop every so often and I would lean down to kiss her wet mouth, breaking it only so she could take me back into her, hollowing her cheeks as she alternately stroked my cock and grazed my balls with the nails of her other hand or scratched at the skin of my legs with her nails. I almost came twice but I held on. She gave a moan of disappointment that I hadn't come right away but I think she was more than happy to wait for it.

The thunder was now constant and it sounds different out over water, a hollow echo to the booming and the lightning was flashing like sheets. She looked out over the river, it was almost lit now with the constant strikes. She looked nervous but also excited so I pulled back from her and lifted her to her feet into a kiss, pressing her naked breasts against my chest. It was a wrestling match. Who could be the one kissing whom the hardest. Our arms reaching behind each other's necks, pulling hair and stroking ears and backs.

I couldn't wait any longer and I turned her around and leaned her over the chair, bent at the waist. I moved the head of my cock to her slit and rubbed it up and down once or twice. When it met her opening I didn't hesitate I just slid it inside slowly, luxuriating in the silken feel of being inside of her. She threw her head back as we ground together. I only had time for a few strokes before I had to pull out because I was going to come. That could be remedied but I was very worried about the storm. We were pretty exposed out here and it was getting worse.

"We need to get inside the tent. Come with me." I said quickly gathering our sodden clothes and leading her to the tent. "My sleeping bag will be dry and we can finish what we started in there."

"But what about John?, she asked, her arms wrapped around herself in the rain.

"Don't worry, he will be out like a light." I hoped. Besides he wouldn't dare say anything once he knew what was going on. Pushing Sarah inside the tent ahead of me I followed her in and fished a towel out of my gear. I always come prepared and handed it to her while I got my sleeping bag unfurled. Drying off quickly we climbed inside it and curled up together. Her facing me gave me the perfect opportunity to kiss her again. She hesitated slightly and I feared we were done but she just looked over her shoulder towards where John's sleeping form was. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to me, kissing her again. Outside the tent the rain drummed non-stop against the waterproof canvas. Sarah reached down between us to stroke me with her hand. Rolling her thumb around the tip getting it wet. We had some difficulty getting it into her in that position and with a frustrated sign she blew the hair out of her face and just threw open the sleeping bag. Whispering in my ear she just asked me to fuck her from behind. Now we were only a couple feet from where John lay but I couldn't stop now. Pushing her onto her hands and knees I knelt behind her and slid my cock into her wet pussy. I was all the way in, my balls pressed against her. She pushed back against me and moaned quietly. I pulled out slowly and then slid back into her. 

Slowly we built a rhythm, going slowly but deeply and at the end of each thrust she twisted slightly so I went just that little bit more inside of her. She had the sleeping bag bunched in her hands and her face buried into it as I began to fuck her more furiously. I could hear her moans even though she tried to hide them in the thick fabric. I looked up from where I was kneeling behind her, fucking her deeply when I saw John was looking at us. Wide awake. I caught his bemused grin as a bright flash of lightning lighted the tent.

Not slackening my pace I continued to stroke inside of Sarah trying to push her to orgasm before the inevitable happened, maybe that would slacken any embarrassment she might feel. I had a feeling we would have some serious explaining to do.

But John took matters from my hand as he slid forward from his sleeping bag and took Sarah's hands in his own leaning forward to look at her. She started with a groan and looked up. Though they couldn't see each other fully in the dark they made some other connection and she didn't cry out. She panted from where I was thrusting into her but made no other noise. They just sat there for a few moments as her orgasm built. I could feel it and I knew I couldn't last much longer either.




Long Weekend



"I'm not...going...to last...much longer...where should I..." I said as my hands reached forward and pulled gently at her damp hair, trying not to slow my thrusts.

"Come inside me. It's okay. Please. Oh god!" she said as my rapidly swelling cock burst inside of her, the pulsing of my cock set off her orgasm and she leaned forward and kissed John on the lips as they held hands through her orgasm and mine.

I could barely hold myself upright as the pleasure ran through me. I drained myself entirely; it was if my entire body passed through me and into her. My bones turned to jelly and I just slowly leaned forward onto her, pressing her down until she lay flat on the sleeping bag, me slowly shrinking inside of her until I pulled out gently. She and John were still kissing wetly as I slowly leaned back to rest on my elbows. Sarah broke the kiss and sat back for a second. Nothing was said. She just sat there. Another flash of lightning outside the tent showed me that she was still gripping one of John's hands as he watched her from where he was lying on his sleeping bag.

Leaning forward she pulled John up from the ground so that he was kneeling. She lifted the hand that was holding his up to the back of her neck. John seemed unsure what to do until she pressed his fingers into her hair, tangling them. Understanding, he then pulled her head back, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Please" was all he said in a choked voice as he held her there. She just nodded quickly as if afraid of the answer she would give if forced to speak it. He leaned forward and pulled her in for a kiss. His large frame dwarfed hers as he hugged her close. Reaching down to her breasts he ran his hand across her erect nipples and down her front. Then his hand curved over her back and caressed back up her spine, giving her shivers.

Breaking the kiss again she pushed him back.

"Let me." she said as he lay back. He was naked, a fact I had not noticed before and his cock was standing straight up. Looking back over at me she grinned and then leaned forward to engulf him with her wet mouth. She was obviously still very aroused as she moaned each time he stroked her hair or thrust up against her sucking lips and tongue. He moaned loudly and I could appreciate the sentiment. I felt the stirrings of my own arousal again and decided to join them as a willing participant if they would have me. Moving forward I gently began to kiss my way up Sarah's legs starting at her ankles. She shivered some more but did not stop me. It was warm now in the tent with three bodies inside and she was definitely working hard to pleasure John. Any thoughts of fatigue were washed from my mind when she broke away from both of us and lay back spreading her legs.

She pulled John up to her and together they worked his cock inside and she moaned into his neck as he thrust himself into her. He rode her hard for the first few minutes; pumping into her as she cried out each time he went in to the hilt. He then sat back on his heels and lifted her legs working her in a gentle rhythm that he could control. She was rolling her head back and forth making small noises, drumming her fists on the floor of the tent through the sleeping bag.

I was transfixed. I just shuffled closer to Sarah and when I came within arms reach she reached up and stroked my face.

"Thank...you....so much. each word was punctuated with a groan or a panting breath as John pleasured her. I couldn't take anymore and neither could Sarah it appeared as she had me kneel up next to her face so she could suck my cock some more. I was fully hard again within three pulls of her skillful hand. Moving my cock to her lips she again licked the pre-come from the tip before taking it into her mouth. She made no pretense this time around. She wanted us to come. Both of us and she was making no bones about it. Rocking her hips against John's thrusts she occasionally squealed around my cock as she sucked me.

John reached down between them and placed his thumb very gently on her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth to help increase the friction she felt. This sent her wild in paroxysms of pleasure as he thrust deeply into her, gaining speed.

Seeing her coming again being fucked by my best friend, the wild look in her eyes as we took her, pushed me over the edge again and I pulled out of her hot mouth. She pressed my penis to her breasts and stroked me until I came onto her chest, my moans as loud as hers. She kept on rubbing me until my orgasm subsided and I leaned down to kiss her again deeply, our tongues locking together.

Unseen by me her other hand reached down between her and John to stroke the shaft of his cock as it moved in and out of her. This was more than John could handle and he gave out a sharp cry as he too came. She moaned quietly and pulled John down for a kiss as I again fell back to lie down on the sleeping bags.

Nestling near me she curled up between us. One hand was on John, one leg was stretched out over mine.

She mumbled something about bacon in the morning and "best trip ever" and promptly fell asleep. I couldn't even summon the energy to respond. John was no different though I am sure he had a million questions. Well tomorrow would be soon enough to answer them and perhaps in the full light of day we could look back on this night and simply share a chuckle at the wildness of it all. 

At the very least it would be a hell of a memory. 



Long Weekend



The drive down to the desert was lovely. I love the desert. There is just something about the mountain vistas and the sparseness of the terrain... and the warm air certainly agrees with me, especially at night. There is little that makes me feel sexier than flitting around in a wispy sundress at night in the desert... the warm breeze tickling my skin, making me long to be naked. 

I'm not sure why I'm going on this trip. I mean I know why I'm going -- you know I love the desert and, more importantly, wanted me to come along -- but I'm still not sure why it's important to you to have me on a golf weekend with a bunch of your friends I've never met. Still, it is a weekend at a lush resort in the desert and you've promised me repeatedly that I'll have a good time... 

The hotel is beautiful. It's all I can do not to peel out of my clothes and into my bikini the minute we cross the threshold of our room. Considering how cute the bellman is who is carrying our bags, I'm half tempted to expose some skin.

You shoot me a sideways smirk. You know my penchant for baby-faced, barely legal boys and this cutie fits that mold perfectly. You busy yourself seeing what sort of view we have from the room's picture window and let me flirt for a few minutes.

Finally the bellboy leaves, but not before bringing in a last piece I hadn't noticed in the car. The leather doctor's style bag sits menacingly on the bed. I simultaneously shudder and tingle at the sight of it. 

I adopt the most cavalier attitude I can muster and busy myself with unpacking and chatting about the various details of the weekend ahead. After all, these are vanilla people we are spending the weekend with. Maybe the bag was already in your car or brought along simply as an after thought. Surely there won't be an opportunity to put it to use given all the time we will be spending with your friends.

I'm just putting the last of my clothes in the dresser when I feel your hand on the small of my back. I am instantly upright.

"I think you should go take a hot shower. You seem tense. It will do you good to relax." 

Your voice is barely more than a whisper in my ear. You are running your fingers up and down my bare arms. I lean into you, wanting to melt into your body.

"Go on. I'll bring you a glass of wine and you can slide into the weekend. You're going to have fun. I promise."

There is no point in arguing with you. Not that I want to anyway. A shower will do me good and the pool isn't going anywhere. I'll be lounging in the sun soon enough.

The shower does feel great. I am definitely feeling more relaxed by the time I come out of the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped turban-style around my head.

"Come over here." Your stern tone gives me pause. "You heard me, young lady. Come over here."

It takes me less than two seconds to cross the room and stand in front of the small couch where you are sitting. So much for the relaxation of the shower -- my heart is racing. I'm trying desperately to figure out how, and why, things seem to have changed so much in the time I took in the bathroom.

The feel of your hand opening my naked legs brings me back from my thoughts. Even in my nervousness I can't help but respond to your touch.

"I promised you that you would have a good time this weekend, didn't I?"

I nod in silent confirmation.

"But I never told you what kind of good time, did I?" You smile up at me and I can see the mischievous spark in your eyes. 

You stand up to face me and kiss me deeply. Instantly I melt into your touch, into your mouth. There is never a time when you kiss me like this that I don't want you inside me desperately. With your hands firmly on my shoulders you push my hungry mouth away and turn me so that my back is to you. You are close enough that I can feel your breath on my neck. It gives me goose bumps... and makes my nipples erect.

Silently you place the blindfold over my eyes and adjust it, making sure it is tight enough to eliminate any chance it might slip. I will no longer see anything, not even a sliver of light, until it is removed. Your hands move to my wrists wrapping them with tight leather cuffs. You encase my ankles in the same way.

You half walk, half shove me toward the bed. One quick push and I am splayed face down on the cool sheets. I can feel one large warm hand on my right wrist and the other on my left ankle. I moan a quiet protest into the mattress. There are few more vulnerable positions then being naked and hogtied and that is exactly the position you are putting me in. 

As if reading my thoughts, your hand is between my legs, opening me. You pinch my clit hard.

"I want you to listen to me very carefully", your voice is serious but warm. I know immediately that you are not unhappy with me and this is not a punishment. It helps me to relax even though you continue to pinch my clit with agonizing pressure.

 "From now until I remove your blindfold you are to do anything you are told to do. You may be told to do something verbally or you may be shown physically what is expected of you. No matter what happens, you are to behave and submit yourself no matter what. Do you understand me?"

My mind is reeling. Submit myself no matter what? That means no begging for mercy... no safe word... no way to stop. You don't wait long for me to fully consider this new reality. Your fingers are like pliers on my clit. The pain makes my eyes water.

"Do you understand me?" Now your voice is stern. I know I have no say in this.

I nod. My face still buried in the bed.

The last word I hear as you leave me, alone, naked, hogtied and blindfolded is "good."





Long Weekend



The on high feeling I had just a couple of hours ago had taken a free fall since. I had been on my way to pick up my older brother at the air base. He was flying in for a review for his pilot license at the base. He had the weekend free from Friday until time for the review Monday morning. Then he was back in the air and headed back to Saudi. 

It was his first trip back state side since he left six months before. He didn't have time to get back to his home in San Antonio where his wife lived and would work until he was assigned to another air base where she could go with him. 

The base he was coming to was only an hour's drive from my home and he was going to be spending the weekend with Brenda and I. Tom and I had always been close as brothers. He was two years older than me at twenty-five. His wife, Tammy, was the same age as he. They had been married for four years. He planned on making the Air force a career

When I picked up Tom he was his old self, always laughing and telling jokes. He had been quite a ladies man before he married and the way I saw him giving some of the ladies the eye as we passed by I was sure that he hadn't changed a lot. It was hard to figure since Tammy was one of the sexist women I had ever been around. She was tall and lean with long black hair that came down to the middle of her back. Like Tom, she always had a smile on her face if you could ever tear your eyes away from her high firm tits long enough to see the smile. Looking at her was like looking at someone that was just made for sex.

We had barely hit the interstate when the subject changed to sex. "Little brother, my name is Jim but he had always called me little brother, I sure am glad you came to pick me up this weekend. I had much rather stay with you and that sexy little wife of yours."

It didn't bother me to hear him call Cathy sexy because she certainly was. She was the complete opposite of Tammy. Cathy was short and petite. She barely came up to five feet even in her shoes. She was blond with hair that came down to her shoulders. It was so fine that it was constantly blowing across her face. She usually wore it in a ponytail that made her look even younger than her twenty years.

Her breasts weren't as large as Tammy's but on her they were matched just right. She had beautifully shaped legs that reach up to an even better shaped ass. It was an ass that was just made for jeans. The little bikini she wore didn't do anything to distract from her at all. Many a guy had turned around to watch her as she walked by. Not the least was Tom.

Tom had only met her a couple of times before we married. Even then he had let me and her know he liked what he saw. We had only been married a year and most of that time he had been away or out in Texas at home. 

I couldn't help but smile when he called her sexy. "Yes, I am a lucky man."

Tom spoke up, "I hope I get lucky this weekend. I could use some good old American pussy to tide me over for a couple of months."

It was some what of a shock to hear him say he wanted to fuck around on Tammy. "What about the little lady waiting for you back in Texas?"

"That is the problem she is in Texas and I am down here in Georgia. Got any idea where I might find some nice pussy for the weekend?"

"Hey, I am married. I don't run in those circles anymore. We live way out in the country and not many women get out our way. The kind you are looking for will be hard to find." 

"What about Cathy?"

I looked over at him to see if he was joking he wasn't. "I don't think so, she is taken." I tried to laugh but it was hard not to be getting mad.

"Dam, I had been looking forward to fucking that sexy little wife of yours. Ever since Tammy told me about you and her a few weeks back I just knew you would be ready to share Cathy with me." That was when my world did a complete switch. I couldn't even bring myself to speak.

A few weeks before I had been sent to Texas for two weeks of training for my job. Since Tammy lived close to where I would be working she asked me to just stay with her. Tom was in Saudi and she said she would welcome the company. It wasn't hard to get me to agree. I even thought what it might be like to fuck the tall dark woman, never thinking it would happen. I had only been married about seven months and Cathy and I were doing our best to see who could fuck the other to a standstill. 

I hadn't known Tammy that well. The first day she picked me up at the airport and I had trouble keeping my eyes from her long sexy legs as she drove us back to her home. The tight low cut top showed off her nice c cup tits to good advantage. The hard on between my legs didn't miss her attention either.

It was late when we finally got to bed that night. I had trouble going to sleep. Each time I shut my eyes I pictured her tits and long legs. 

I had finally dosed off when I was waken by someone getting in bed with me. It had to be Tammy as we were the only ones in the house. I lay on my side as she moved up behind me and spooned up close to me. Her hand came across my body and pushed the sheet covering me down. I could feel her hot breath on my neck as her hand moved down to touch my hard cock.

She whispered in my ear. "I thought you might like a little company tonight. Since you have only been married a short time I figured you might get lonesome for some company. Tom has been gone a couple of months and I need a little attention myself."

I couldn't believe my good luck. All thoughts of Cathy went right out of my head. I rolled over and pulled her to me. My lips covered hers and she opened her mouth to return as good as she was getting. We didn't waste any time getting down to some serious fucking. Cathy was good but Tammy was different. That just made the sex that much better. 

I spent two weeks with her and every spare moment was spent in bed. The only time Cathy crossed my mind was when I would call home to report in. There was never in guilt by either one of us. We were only giving each other what we both wanted. The only worry I had was if Cathy or Tom should ever find out about us. Up until now nothing had ever been mentioned by me or Tammy.

"What is the matter Little Brother? Did you expect to fuck my wife and I not know about it? Tammy and I don't have any secrets. I am sure that she is fucking someone else now and will tell me about him. She knows the women I have been with and when I fuck Cathy I will tell her all about it. We are apart too much to be without sex."

I drove miles before either one of us said anything. I was deep in thought. If Cathy ever found out about Tammy I would lose her. I finally spoke up. "You plan on telling Cathy about Tammy and me?"

"I wouldn't want to but I was really looking forward to fucking that sexy little wife. After all, you had two weeks of Tammy and all I want is a weekend with Cathy. I think you are still ahead."

"In other words, I let you have Cathy or you tell about Tammy?"

"Hey, don't look at it like that. Just think about all the fun had with my wife while I am having some with yours.'

"What am I suppose to do, just go home and tell Cathy that she is going to be fucked by you this weekend?"

"That would be a good start but I don't think you have the nerve to do that. All you have to do is just give me a little room to operate."

"What if she doesn't come across?"

"You let me worry about that. If I strike out then you have two good weeks on me."

I was sure that he wasn't going to succeed and felt a little relief. It might be fun to see him get shot down.

I pulled into the yard of the country home we had purchased. It was an older home that had been remodeled. A modern kitchen and a nice back yard swimming pool had convinced Cathy that this was the place for us. We had a few acres and I decided to become a gentleman farmer. I purchased a few cows and a couple of horses. We had settled down in our own "Green Acres."

Tom got out first. "You bring in the bags while I go introduce myself to Cathy again. Don't be in too big of a hurry to get in the house." He headed to the house. My not saying anything gave my unvoiced consent for him to go ahead. I could feel my stomach starting to turn over already.

Cathy had been expecting us and was headed to open the door when Tom went barging on in the house. He met her just inside the door. He through his arms out for a big hug. She was a little surprised at the enthusiastic greeting he gave her. She let him wrap her in his arms and draw her close to his body. He almost squeezed the wind out of her.

He picked her tiny body up and swung her around. Her feet weren't nearly touching the floor. He stopped but didn't put her down. "How is my sexy little sister?" He didn't give her time to answer before he kissed her right on the mouth. It was much more than just a friendly family welcoming kiss. She even felt the tip of his tongue drag across her lips.

Then he set her down on her feet, still keeping her tight in his arms. He looked down at her. She still hadn't had time to say a word. He could feel her tits pressing against him and he knew she was feeling what he had down below pressing against her. He made no move to back away. "Dam, but I do believe marriage has made you even prettier."

Cathy blushed. She had only been around Tom a few times and each time he had made a point of hugging her. He was handsome man and it sure didn't bother her to feel him holding her. He had never kissed her before and she could still taste him on her lips where his tongue had touched her. "You haven't changed a lot, still the same old Tom."

"I am really looking forward to the next two days. I haven't been around a sexy woman in six months."

It embarrassed her for him to call her sexy but at the same time she liked to know that she was still thought to be sexy by someone other than Jim. "You are full of it. Where is Jim?"

"He is bringing in the luggage. I couldn't wait to se my sister." About that time the door opened and Cathy remembered that she was still wrapped up in Tom's arms. She blushed when she realized that she had not made any effort to move away from him. She stepped back just as Jim entered the room.

Seeing them standing close gave him a cold chill. He hoped that this was as close as it would get this weekend.

They spent the rest of the day just hanging around the house. That afternoon they filled the ice chest with beer and went out by the pool. The tiny bikini Cathy had on was enough to keep both men excited. She would have worn another but all of her suits were much the same way. They weren't meant to hide anything. Always before Jim had liked the way she looked and for other men to see her. Now he wished she had something else to wear while Tom was here. He could only watch and not do anything about it as he saw Tom flirting with Cathy all afternoon.

Cathy couldn't believe how forward Tom was with her. He had always been something of a flirt with her and had even pinched her ass a couple of times before she slapped his hands away. The bulge in his suit told her that he was much more serious than he had ever been. She looked at Jim for help and he always seemed to be looking the other way. 

Cathy went into the house to get steaks to grill out by the pool for dinner. Tom followed her in the house after telling Jim. "I think I will go help Cathy. She may need some extra assistance." He laughed as Jim just looked away to hide his feelings.

Cathy was bent over the refrigerator pulling the steaks out of the lower shelf when she heard Tom let out a soft whistle. She straightened to find him looking at her ass nearly naked in the small bikini. She stood up and turned her back to the refrigerator. Her face turned all shades of red. "I didn't know you were back there."

"It sure looks good from where I am standing." His eyes were traveling up her body to stop at each exciting point on its way to her face. "It's been a long time since I saw such a beautiful woman and in such a small bikini." As he talked he was moving closer to her until he was just touching her with his body. 

Cathy could feel the heat from him crossing the space between them. She tried to laugh it off. "I have never seen such a horny man." She expected him to make some kind of joke and move away but he only moved closer. 

Tom stood over her a good twelve inches taller. Looking down he could see most of her breasts the top barely covered. He could see her breathing hard as he moved closer. In his mine he knew that he was going to fuck her this weekend. He had promised Jim that he would keep it quite about Tammy but if it took it he would certainly tell her about her husband and his wife. He wanted the little blond bad.

He leaned down and lifted her face up to his. His lips came down to cover hers. Cathy turned her face away. "Stop Tom, What are you dong?"

"Kissing the sexist woman I have ever seen."

"Don't, Jim might come in."

Tom was glad that she didn't put up much resistance. She was mostly worried that Jim might catch them. He leaned over and looked out the window and saw that Jim was doing what he was told. He had opened another beer but he wasn't coming towards the house. "He is right where I left him."

He turned back to Cathy. He let his arms trail up her arms. He could feel the chills that passed over her body as his fingers touched her. He leaned forward again and kissed her. His fingers held her face straight when she tried to turn away. With a hand on each side of her face he turned he face upward until his lips covered hers again.

Cathy tried to move away but he held her in a firm grip. What was happing to her? She had never expected anything like this when they asked him to stay with them. If Jim would just stay a little closer then Tom would have to behave. 

Then his lips found hers and his mouth opened and his tongue was playing across her closed mouth. Once again she tried to twist away but couldn't move. His body had now pushed her back against the refrigerator and she could feel his hard cock pushing against her and he wasn't backing away.

Tom kept the kiss. His tongue pushed against her mouth asking her to open to him. He wasn't having much luck but it was fun and her hard nipples pushing against his naked chest were turning him on more and more.

He dropped his hands from her face and she didn't make any effort to turn away. Cathy like the way he kissed her. It was a struggle not to just open her mouth and let him have his way. She never knew his hands had left her face until she felt them on her arms. Even then she didn't try to pull her mouth away, a fact Tom recognized at once.

When his hands reached her shoulders he gently slid the straps that held her top from her shoulders. He backed away just enough to let the top slip down, almost baring her breasts to him.

Cathy felt the top slip and quickly broke the kiss and pushed him back. "TOM! Don't do that."

Her hands held the top over her tits. He could see some of the nipple through her fingers. "Let me see you."

"NO!"

"Please?"

He sounded like a young boy begging for a toy. She laughed. "No. Jim might come in."

"Let me see them and I will go back out and leave you alone." He reached for her hands that held the top up. Gently he pulled at them. At first she resisted, then she let him separate her hands until the top dropped to her waist. He pulled her hands farther apart until she was naked to waist before him. "I knew they were going to be beautiful like the rest of you." He leaned forward and kissed the nipple of each one.

Cathy pulled his head away. "You promised."

He smiled and left the room. Back at the pool he set next to Jim. "I am off to a good start. You need to find somewhere you need to go tomorrow."

"Go to hell." Jim got up and went into the house. He heard Tom laughing behind him.

In the house Cathy was pulling her top back up and wondering how she had let Tom have his way so easy. He was very handsome and any woman would have been pleased for him to show them that much attention. She couldn't believe how out in the open he was with her. Jim could have come in at any moment and caught him baring her tits. As she fastened the top she realized that her nipples were hard as erasers. Her breath was coming fast as she recovered from the encounter.

Jim saw her and knew something had gone on between them. Cathy's face was still red and she was having trouble breathing. "Are you ok?"

It took a moment for her to answer. "Yes, I'm alright."

"You look like you aren't feeling to well. Did Tom say anything to you?"

"I'm alright. Have you noticed that Tom is different this time than he has ever been before when he was here?"

Jim wondered just how she meant that. "No, he is the same way he has always been when there is a beautiful woman around. I guess the last few months away from home has him pretty horny. Do you know a woman that could take care of his problem this weekend?"

"Jim! What are you talking about? He is married to Tammy, why would he want to be with someone else? Besides, I don't know anyone I could just go ask to fuck my brother."

"He mentioned coming home that he wanted some good old American pussy while he was home this weekend. I asked him about Tammy and he said she wouldn't care as she was probably fucking someone else while he was gone."

"Well, I am afraid I can't help him with that. He will just have to find someone on his own."

Jim went back to the pool after using the restroom. Cathy thought about the way Tom had come on to her and wondered if she was the one he had in mind for the weekend fun. It came as a shock to find that it wasn't such a bad thought after all. For the first time she wondered what it would be like to fuck her brother. He sure had a big lump in his pants when he pushed up against her. 

Back at the pool Jim confronted Tom. "What went on in the kitchen with Cathy?"

"Nothing much, just a little preliminary work. You didn't expect me to just fuck her the first time I had her alone did you?"

"I am sorry about what I did with Tammy but please don't wreck my marriage."

"How sorry or you? I bet if she was here right now you would be trying to fuck her. You know I am right."

Jim knew he was right. Fucking her had really been a good week. He knew that he would do it again with the right opportunity. "Just don't tell Cathy."

"Hey, I don't want to spoil anything between the two of you. I just want a little of that sexy little blond pussy for the weekend. Monday morning I will be gone and the two of you can go on just like before. Only I know that you will be fucking Tammy when you get the opportunity and that I will want to fuck Cathy from time to time."

Jim had the look on his face of a defeated man. He knew he couldn't stop Tom from fucking his wife and Cathy not know about him and Tammy. He knew that the only chance he had was Cathy herself. It was going to be up to her to stop him. He didn't have a lot of confidence in that happing. Tom had fucked many other wives that had resisted at first. He hadn't got the name Ladies Man for nothing.

"Hey Little Brother, don't feel like that. Just think how good it was with Tammy. I promise to make sure Cathy has a good time."

"What do you want me to do?"

"That's more like it. All you need to do is make your self scarce for most of tomorrow, and stand back out of my way the rest of tonight."

Without any other choice Jim managed to be away from them when Cathy was around. He left them swimming late that afternoon with the excuse that he had to feed the animals. He asked Tom if he would like to come along which he declined. "You go on. I rather spend my time with Cathy than the smelly old horses."

As soon as he was out of sight Tom moved in on Cathy. "I had much rather spend my time playing with you than go with Jim."




Long Weekend



"Tom, you have got to stop this! If you need a woman this bad why don't you go into town and find you one?"

"I don't want just any woman, I want you."

"I am your brother's wife, it wouldn't be right."

"That just makes it that much better. Forbidden sex is always the best, haven't you heard that?" Cathy had certainly heard that but had never thought she would be in that position.

As he talked he had moved closer to her. Cathy backed away until she was in the corner of the swallow in of the pool. She looked over at the steps and moved in that direction. Tom moved ahead of her and cut of that route of escape. All the time he was moving closer.

"I liked seeing your tits in the kitchen. Why don't you take off the top and let me see them again?"

Cathy was turning red with embarrassment. "No, Jim will be right back."

"We both know it will take him awhile to feed." By this time he was touching her shoulders where the bikini strap held up her top. With a hand on each shoulder he slide the straps to the edge of each shoulder where she grabbed his hands to stop him.

"Tom, don't do this."

"I can look at you and tell that you want me to pull down the straps and bare your breasts."

Cathy had never been in this predicament before. She was always the one in control. When she dated Jim and other boys it was her that made the decision where to let them see her breasts or not. Tom was taking this out of her hands. She remembered him looking at her tits in the kitchen and she knew that she hadn't minded it nearly as much as she should have.

Tom, with all his experience he could read her like a book. She wanted him to go on but was afraid that Jim might come back. Since he wasn't worried about Jim he proceeded to stroke her skin across her shoulders. 

Cathy could feel her control slipping away. His hands on her were pushing her farther than she had ever been. Just when she relaxed she didn't know. Her hands fell to her side and Tom slipped the straps from her shoulders. She stood still as he pushed the top down over her breasts to bare them once again. Her top stopped at her waist as her hands pulled from the straps.

"See that wasn't so bad was it?" Cathy couldn't find her voice to talk. Then it was too late. He pulled her body to him and brought his mouth down to hers. She turned her head away from his lips and he kissed the side of her neck. Another bad move on her part. Her neck was one of her hot points and as soon as his lips found it he knew. 

Tom kissed her neck and ears until she was shaking. The next time he moved to kiss her lips she didn't back away. His lips found hers and when his tongue went searching her lips she opened her mouth to him. 

Cathy knew he could do anything he wanted to her. Only Jim could stop her and he wasn't around. His tongue was working her mouth over when he pulled the tiny blond tighter to him. She could feel her naked tits touching his bare chest and it was making her cunt wet even in the water. Her arms seemed to move by themselves as they moved around his neck to pull his mouth even closer. The thought of forbidden sex popped into her mind and she knew that it had an appeal all its own. She gave her body over to Tom then. He could do what he wanted with her. "Tom, not here, not now. Not with Jim here."

He broke the kiss but didn't release her. He could feel her shaking and knew that he had succeeded in seducing her. All he needed now was time with Jim out of the way. His hands went to her naked breasts with his fingers playing across her nipples bringing them up to even harder points. "I have wanted to take you to bed from the first time I ever met you."

"What about Tammy? What if she found out?"

"Tammy and I have an agreement, she sleeps with who she likes when I am away and I do the same. We are apart too much of the time to not have sex. When I am home we don't sleep around."

"I don't think Jim and I could live like that. He wouldn't like it if he saw us now."

"Are you sure about that?"

"What are you saying that Jim would let me sleep around?"

"I don't think he would for just any man but with me he might. Have you thought what he would do if it was him and Tammy here right now?"

The thought hadn't occurred to her that Jim might like to take Tammy to bed. Even then the thought never crossed her mind that he had spent two weeks with her with Tom out of town. "I don't think Jim would do that."

"I'm not saying he would but have you noticed that we have a lot of time alone since I got here this morning?"

Cathy thought about the conversation she and Jim had about Tom looking for sex over the weekend. For the first time she wondered if he was willing for her to be with his brother. The idea was to strange for there to be any truth in it, but Cathy didn't find the idea bothering her. Her body was responding to every touch from Tom since he came in the door this morning. Even now she was naked to the waist while he kissed and played with her tits and she wasn't putting up any resistance at all. 

"He has been acting funny all day but he looks more like he is mad than he would be willing to let us be together."

"Why don't we just watch and see if he doesn't give us more time together. I can't wait to get my hard cock buried between those beautiful legs of yours."

Even with his hands on her tits and his hard cock pressing against her stomach she still blushed when he told her so plainly what he wanted to do to her. He saw her blush and reached for her hand. He pushed her hand down his body and under the waist of his suit until her hands was resting on his hard cock. "That is what you have waiting for you."

She didn't resist much to him pushing her hand deep in his suit. Once she touched his hard cock she let her fingers spread around him. He was the only other man she had ever touched below the waist other than Jim. He was just as hard as Jim and she thought he was larger but it might just have been the thought of doing something so wrong that made him seem larger. 

Her fingers moved around him, exploring him much as she had Jim when they first married. Her mind was on the new cock in her hand when she felt Tom's hand push beneath her swim suit to touch her bare cunt. She jumped but instead of moving away she pushed her pussy towards his working fingers. OHHH, it felt good to have his fingers where he should never be. She was ready to be fucked right there in the pool. All thoughts of Jim were gone from her head until she heard the back gate open.

"Jim is coming!" She quickly moved under his arms and out in the deep water. She dove under and pulled her top back over her tits before she surfaced. If she had looked at Tom in time she would have saw him grinning and winking at Jim.

Jim hadn't gone to the barn right off. He knew that he couldn't stop Tom without him telling Cathy about Tammy, but he just had to know if Cathy would put a stop to Tom herself.

He watched Tom at work on Cathy as soon as he rounded the corner out of sight. If it had been any other woman but his wife he would have be pleased to see a master cock hound at work. Now it was his wife that his brother was after and it didn't take long to see that she wasn't putting up much of a fight.

He could feel his anger rising as he watched them in the pool. When he kissed her and her hands pulled him closer he knew that Cathy was going to let him do what ever he wanted to her. He watched Tom's hands and fingers play with his wife's tits and she was letting him, even pushing her tits tighter to his hands. 

Through his anger he realized that he had the biggest hard on he had in months watching his brother touching his wife in places only he had ever been. Then he knew that his anger wasn't against them but himself. If he hadn't fucked Tammy he would not be in this position. He watched a while longer until he saw Tom slide his hand lower and knew that he must be feeling her pussy down in the water. He couldn't just give in this easy. He pushed open the gate with enough noise to let them hear him coming.

Even if had not seen what Tom as doing to her he would have know by the shit eating grin on his face and the wink he gave him.

Cathy spent the rest of the evening till bedtime staying out of Tom's reach. She couldn't believe he could be so brave with Jim right there with them. Even this was exciting to her to know that her brother wanted to fuck her and probably would with Jim right there.

She showed Tom his room just down the hall from her and Jim while Jim got ready for bed. Tom knew he was going to fuck her and he wanted her tonight but Jim seem to have another idea. If he couldn't stop him at least he was going to make him wait as long as he could.

When she showed him his room he pulled her into it with him and pulled her into his arms, kissing her. She kissed him back with all the lust that he showed for her. It was her that finally broke away. "Not here, Jim is waiting for me."

"Come back after he is asleep."

"I can't do that." She left him with a hard cock and no way to take care of it but his hand and he had not had to do that in years. It was late when he finally gave up on her and fell asleep.

Jim had different ideas. As soon as Cathy climbed between the sheets he was after her. He kissed her and moved down her body to take her pussy in his mouth. He liked eating her cunt and tonight she was already soaking. It may have been Tom that had her so hot but it was him that was reaping the rewards. 

Cathy couldn't believe how horny Jim was but she wasn't objecting. Sex with him was always good and she never grew tired of making love to her husband. That was one reason she had never even thought about another man since they married. Just thinking of fucking her brother was really turning her on. 

She climaxed once and was still pushing her cunt in Jim mouth when he quit licking her pussy and moved over her. Her legs were wide open and he slid his cock home in one swift move, taking her breath away. Her second climax hit her immediately.

As excited as Jim was he felt like he could last forever. He knew he was competing with his brother even thought Tom hadn't sampled Cathy's goodies. The though drove him to perform better than he ever had. 

Thoughts of Tom went out of her head as climax after climax soared through out her body. It was when she could go no more that he finally unloaded his cum deep in her cunt. A moment later he realized she was asleep, worn out from the vigorous fucking she had just had. He rolled from her with the satisfaction of knowing Tom wasn't going to give her any better than she just had from him. He joined her in a deep sleep while Tom lay restless down the hall.

Cathy woke before Jim the next morning. Her body was still tingling from the fucking he had given her. He hadn't been that aggressive since their honeymoon. She wasn't about to complain since she was just as hot blooded as he was. She would welcome sex like that every time.

She slipped on a robe and went in to put on the coffee before coming back and taking a bath. She had just got the coffee on when Tom entered the kitchen. "You didn't come back last night."

She blushed and Tom knew at once that Jim had tricked him. "Jim must have been pretty good last night?"

She didn't answer and he came to her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands came up under the robe to cup her tits. "Tom, not here. Jim could come in anytime."

"He is going to have to find some where to go today. I need some of this." His hands slid lower until he was touching her naked pussy.

Cathy jumped at the touch but quickly pushed her cunt back on his hand. She couldn't understand herself what made her have such a positive reaction to him. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. "I know but what give you the idea that he will leave us alone."

"I told him coming back that I wanted to fuck you."

"And you expect him to just let us be together just because you want to? I don't think that will happen."

"I don't mind when Tammy has someone else. I like to know she is not alone when I am gone so long. She tells me when she is with someone and I tell her. I get a kick knowing she is being fucked by another man. Jim might just feel the same way."

"I can't believe Jim would do that."

"Think about it, hasn't he given us a lot of time together since I've been here?"

Cathy knew that he was right. Jim had stayed out of the way but still was very close to them at all times. Then last night he had fucked her better than he had in a long time. She still couldn't believe he would just let her fuck his brother. She didn't understand it but it was for sure that if the opportunity came Tom was going to be after her and she wasn't sure if she would put up much of a fight. His fingers on her tits and her pussy were having the right effect on her. She wondered if Tom was right about Jim."

She had broken away from Tom and was taking her shower when Jim came into the bathroom. It surprised her when the shower curtain was pushed back and he joined her in the shower. She saw at once that is cock was hard again. "I thought I wore that thing out last night." She let her hand drop down to cover him.

Jim woke up thinking about Tom and Cathy. He had managed to put him off last night but he knew that there was no way Tom would be put off today if Cathy was willing and from what he saw in the pool she wasn't going to do much to stop him.

Thinking of them together made his cock hard again. When he heard the shower turn on he knew that Tom may fuck her today but he was going to have her first.

Joining her in the shower it wasn't but seconds before he had her up against the wall and his cock buried in her pussy. She was already wet and it didn't take but a moment before she was scratching his back and screaming as she had her first organism of the day. It wasn't the last with Jim as he fucked her standing up until he shot his cum in her pussy. She came again.

They finished showering and were drying off. "What has come over you? Last night and then again this morning you have been hotter than since we married."

"I don't see you complaining."

"I love it! If it is because Tom is here I hope he comes every weekend." He finished and dressed before she figured out that was exactly why he was so horny.

They finished breakfast and Jim went down to check on the livestock. Cathy and Tom were still at the table finishing their coffee. Cathy had been setting at the side of the table and Tom and Jim were on each end. As soon as Jim went out the door Tom's hand dropped down to her thigh. Her hand dropped down to stop him but she was looking at the door expecting Jim to come back in at any moment.

When she decided that he had left them alone again she lifted her hand and he moved closer to her pussy. In spite of the fucking Jim had given her earlier she was wet again and his hand didn't waste any time finding her center. She lifted in her chair as his fingers found her wet naked cunt to force his hand tighter to her. She was ready to be fucked again if Jim would just stay away for a while.

"You sure are hot this morning."

"I can't help it. The two of you haven't left my cunt alone since I got out of bed."

"Jim already had been at you this morning?"

"Yes."

He laughed, "It was nothing to what I am going to do for you today."

"Not with Jim here."

"Don't worry about Jim; he will take himself out of the picture."

Jim knew that he didn't have any choice. He made up his mind to give Tom the room he needed. At least Cathy wouldn't have any reason to leave him if she found out about Tammy. He headed back to the house making enough noise to give them time to get decent before he entered the room.

Cathy heard him and pulled Tom hand from her pussy as Jim came into the kitchen. One look at her face and he knew that Tom had already been at work on her. "I have got to leave for awhile. One of the horses is sick and I need to take her to the vet at the college." She looked at Tom before answering him. She saw the smile that came to Tom's eyes.

"What do you think is wrong with her, she was fine yesterday?"

"I don't know but I don't want to take any chances. Tom would you like to ride with me?"

"I think I will stay here, I have ridden enough this weekend. Cathy might like some company while you are gone."

It was bad enough to have to leave his wife knowing she was about to get fucked by another man, his brother, but what made it worse was the smile that was on Tom's face and that Cathy didn't offer any resistance at all. He knew they would be in bed before he was out of sight.

He was almost right. Only Cathy held back. "How did you know he would leave us today knowing you want to fuck me?"

"I told you that he is like me. He likes the idea of you and me together. Why else would he give us all this freedom?"

She still couldn't believe that Jim could just let his brother take her to bed without putting up a fight. He could understand about Tom and Tammy because they were apart a lot, but Jim had never been away from her much since they married. Then it hit her! Jim had spent some time with Tammy when he was away at school.

"Tammy! Jim fucked Tammy didn't he?"

Tom wasn't going to tell her about Jim and Tammy even if he had not fucked her this weekend. He really didn't want to fuck up his brother's marriage but since Cathy had figured it out all by her self he confessed that he knew about Jim and Tammy.

"That sorry bastard! We had only just married when he was out there. I can't believe he would cheat on me that soon after we married."

"Don't blame it all on Jim. If I know Tammy she probably was the instigator and Jim didn't have a chance. Tammy can be very persuasive when she wants something and she wanted Jim."

"I bet the bastard didn't even put up a fight."

"You haven't put up much of a fight yourself." She knew he was right. She was ready to fuck Tom or she would have gone with Jim to town. After knowing this she was certainly not going to put up a fight. She hoped that Tom would tell Tammy so that she would know that Cathy had fucked her husband as well.

Cathy stood up from the table and put the dishes in the sink. She stood facing the sink for a few moments as if making up her mind to go through with it or not. When she turned back to him her blouse was open and she was pulling it from her shoulders. As it came off she was naked to the waist and her firm tits stood out high on her chest. "We are wasting a lot of time." She was reaching for the snap on her shorts as she walked from the room.

Tom almost turned the chair over in his haste to get away from the table and follow her to the bedroom. 

By the time she pushed open her bedroom door she was sliding her shorts down her legs. Her panties went with them as she kicked them across the room to the corner. 

She stopped at the edge of the bed and turned towards him. He was just finishing undressing and his clothes found hers over in the corner. "Nice cock."

"Nice tits and pussy. I have dreamed of this for a long time."

"Ever since Jim fucked Tammy?"

"No, ever since the first time I met you. I have never met a woman like you. Small, tiny but with perfect breasts and legs to match. You just make any man want to fuck you just to take care of you. "

She climbed up on the bed and lay down in the middle and opened her legs. Her blond cunt opened to his eyes. He moved on the bed to her. Between her spread thighs he stopped as his mouth came even with her pussy. It was to tempting to resist. His mouth dropped to her and his tongue found its way to her open pussy. Her hands came down too pull his head tighter to her wet pussy.

"Oh yes Tom, eat me. I love to feel your tongue tasting me." She was about to smother him in her cunt when he pulled away. "Why did you stop?"




Long Weekend



"I will get back to that in a little while, right now I want to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock." He moved over her and she opened even wider as she reached for his cock and drew him to her opening. 

He was bigger than Jim but that wasn't the real excitement for her. She knew that when she left the kitchen she was headed to her and Jim's bed. She was about to be fucked by only the second man in her life and to get even with Jim she was going to do it in his bed. Just the thought had her pussy gushing.

They both were more than ready. No foreplay was needed as he let her guide him home. Once the head slid between the lips of her wet cunt he pushed forward. His cock didn't stop its pushing until he was ball deep in the tiny blond. Her pussy was tight around him but she was wet and hot, making the entrance that much better. He wondered how such a tiny woman could take his cock so easy. 

He would have known if he knew now much time Jim and Cathy spent in bed. He wasn't that much larger to make a lot of difference and Cathy loved to feel Jim in her cunt and Tom was no exception. She was a woman that loved sex.

Cathy wrapped her hot little body around Tom as he fucked her. She rode his cock with each stroke he made in her. Cathy was a screamer and when she had her first climax she let go with a scream that would have waken the neighbors if they weren't so far away. 

The way she fucked drove Tom to give it his all. Once she had her first climax he fucked harder and faster as he drove her higher and higher until she came again as he filled her blond cunt with his juice. He collapsed down next to her on Jim's bed.

His cock was soft but it didn't stay that way long. As soon as she recovered she moved down and took his cock between her lips. She liked sucking cock almost as much as fucking. Her expertise was one of the reasons Jim was always up for sex. She didn't mind if he shot off in her mouth. She didn't have any problem taking all of him down her throat but only after her cunt had been well fucked.

When she had him hard again she climbed aboard. She took his hard cock and guided it to her pussy. With no trouble at all he felt her glide down his cock to sit on his stomach with his cock fully impaled in her pussy. 

Cathy did most of the work as she rode his hard cock. He took the opportunity to play with her firm breasts. They weren't quite a c cup but on her they look huge. His mouth quickly went to work on them.

It was lunch and no sign of Jim. They stopped long enough to eat a sandwich before taking a dip in the pool. They hadn't bothered to dress since they knew the day had only begun. After finding out about Tammy, Cathy didn't care if Jim found them in bed when he returned. She liked fucking and she found that it wasn't only her husband that could make her feel this way. His brother was doing a very good job himself.

Tom was on the edge of the pool when she moved between his legs. She took his cock between her lips and went to work on him. This time she didn't have any reason to stop. She wanted to taste his cum when he exploded in her mouth. 

She didn't have long to wait. As soon as Tom saw that she intended to suck him until he finished he didn't try to hold back. 

Cathy knew when he was about to cum. She could feel him swell as she reached behind him and pulled him tight to her sucking mouth. When he unloaded she sucked him deep and took every shot down her throat. She continued until he was soft and collapsed back on the deck. She thought to herself, "I bet Tammy can't do it that good."

Jim waited until almost dark to return. He hated to face Cathy knowing she had been in bed with his brother all day. What bothered him the most was that he liked the idea of her being with Tom? He would never have thought he could get such a charge out of another man being with his wife.

There weren't any lights on in the house as he drove up. He put the mare back in the barn and went to the house. On the kitchen table was a note from Cathy.

"Jim, I am sure you know what went on here today since you so very willing left me and Tom with plenty of spare time. I know about you and Tammy, and no it wasn't Tom who told me. Just the way you left me for Tom made me finally put two and two together. I hope you enjoyed Tammy as much as I have Tom today.'

"I am taking him back to the base tonight. We will get a motel room and spend the night doing just what you and Tammy did. I will be back Monday after I deliver him to the base. We can talk then."

"I do love you. Cathy."

It was a long night for Jim as he tossed and turned thinking about his wife being in bed with his brother and he couldn't do anything about it. He also worried that when she came back tomorrow that he might be about to lose her for good. His only consolation was the way she ended her note to him.

It was a tired and exhausted man that Cathy dropped of at the base the next morning. How many times he had fucked his sister he couldn't remember. All he could remember was how good she was in bed with her tiny body riding his cock like it was part of her body. He could see why Jim was a happy married man. He kissed her bye and she drove away, headed back home to face her husband. She wondered what lay in wait for her.

Jim didn't go to work that day. He wanted to be home when Cathy showed up. It was almost lunch when she pulled into the yard. He set at the kitchen table and waited for her to come through the door.

Cathy pushed the door open to see him watching her. On the way back she had come up with all kinds of excuses for doing what she did but seeing Jim they all fled from her mind. Tears came to her eyes as she stopped to look at him. Just seeing him made her remember that he was her husband and the one she loved. Not Tom, he was just a man that made her feel extra good while they were having sex. All at once she could just see her losing him for good.

The thought scared her as she took a step towards him and stopped. Jim stood up fast and the chair fell over backward as he moved to her. He took her in his arms and almost squeezed the breath out of her tiny body. She had never felt as good as she did when his arms came around her.

His head came down to kiss her lips and she opened her mouth to him. He kissed her like he had the first time years before. She returned the kiss with every inch of her being. 

Not a word was spoken. The kiss said more than words could ever say. He broke the kiss and picked her up and carried her to their bed. He lay her down and quickly disrobed her. It was only when his cock bottomed out in her pussy that they knew everything was going to be just fine. 

They finally had to stop for a rest. Cathy had not been fucked this much in such a short time in her life. Tom had ravaged her pussy time after time and Jim was quickly following suit. She wasn't complaining. 

It was Jim that finally spoke. "I am sorry about Tammy. I should never have slept with her."

"I know, but I could have stopped Tom but I didn't want to. The way you were acting I thought you wanted me to be with him and truthfully I did too."

"At first I hated the idea that Tom was going to fuck you and I couldn't stop him without losing you because of Tammy. I found myself likening the idea of you being with him. I must be just like Tom, he likes for Tammy to be with other men and tell him about them."

"Well I didn't like the idea of you being with her but I could see how it happened. She is very beautiful and they have this agreement between them to have others when they are apart. I am sure that he will tell her about me. I know being with another man was exciting and he being your brother just made that even better."

"I just want us to be back together for ever. I can live with Tom being with you if you can live with me being with Tammy."

She kissed him. "I was hoping you would say that. Tom will be back again in about six weeks. He wants to come here again. I told him that would be fine. I think he wants more of what he got this past weekend. I am looking forward to more also. I didn't think you would object too much since I called Tammy and invited her to visit that weekend."

Jim had a smile from ear to ear as he rolled over on his wife and slid his hard again cock in her well fucked pussy. "I couldn't think of a better way to enjoy a weekend."



Long Weekend



It's Friday, just after midday, and I am in the lift of my Dom's office building. I have a caesar salad in my bag for him which is ostensibly my motivation for dropping in. Later, we're going away for a long, filthy weekend. A weekend which should have already begun except he was called into work to approve an emergency file. He promised to be back by early afternoon but I'm overcome by giddy anticipation.

I decide that the easiest way to incorporate the black, seamed hold-ups I'm wearing into a coherent outfit is to masquerade as my business self. I pretend, to the public, that I went to work this morning as well. I've picked out a fitted, cream shirt-style blouse and camel, knee-length pencil skirt. I'm teetering on five-inch heels and my black bra is a dark smudge beneath the thin material. I've accessorised with an oversized tan leather bag and a string of anal beads.

Reaching his floor, I state my supposed reason for visiting to my Dom's PA. She's a petite blonde with a lovely, soft-featured face. Once, I joked about including her in our play to tease him and he spanked me for being a dirty, sapphic slut. We both laughed throughout. She smiles at me, warmly, and speaks into the intercom.

'Alex, your girlfriend is here. She's brought you lunch.'

He is briefly silent. When he speaks, the delight in his voice is barely concealed.

'Thanks Amy, send her in.'

By the time I have closed the door behind me, his tone has become impassive. Without looking up from the sheets of paper in his hand, he commands:

'Strip.'

My heart leaps and my cunt purrs with lust under his authoritative manner. I unzip the skirt and let it slither down my thighs and slip to the floor before shakily unbuttoning the shirt. He must have looked up surreptitiously because he orders me to keep my shoes and underwear on.

I start to walk towards him, leaving the puddle of clothing just to irk his fanatically tidy sensibilities, but I am halted.

'No. On the floor. In your mouth.'

His brusque instructions induce a sticky glistening between my thighs as I drop to my hands and knees and struggle to collect the blouse, skirt and bag between my teeth. He glances at me crawling, momentarily, before returning to the print on the pages.

'Present yourself.' 

He almost sounds disinterested. I clamber onto his desk and face away from him, palms flat on the wood with my legs tucked underneath to push my ass high. The cheeks are striped from a delectable caning session last night. I am ignored.

The minutes creep by and my knees begin to ache, dully. The thrill of being exposed like this and of somebody potentially catching us wanes as time passes. I hear him leafing through the file and humming contentedly. I grow frustrated.

'Daddy...' I whine, sitting back on my heels and twisting my head to look at him.

'Back in position!' He barks, his eyes still fixated by the text in front of him. I squeak pathetically, injured by his sharp tone, and place my head back onto the desk. He slaps each bruised cheek once, eliciting little gasps, and continues humming. I am sure the twin cracks that resound around the room can be heard outside.

Eventually, the sound of his chair swivelling greets my ears and he is standing behind me. A cold metal nudges against my swollen labia as he snips away the lacy material of my knickers. The slight feeling of indignation at losing a favourite piece of lingerie is swallowed by my Dom's gratified exhalation. He fingers the ring protruding from my narrow entrance.

'This is an enchanting surprise.' He says with mock-formality, his voice now an animalistic whisper.

Hooking his thumb through the loop, he gently tugs and it is my turn to sigh deeply. The largest bead is pushing back against the puckered muscle. He slides two fingers into my flooding slit and slowly withdraws again, dragging the first orb through the tight hole. I arch my back to give him freer access. He pulls the beads downwards so that his index finger can caress my clit as each sphere is revealed. I am whimpering and panting feebly. With just one bead left inside me, he drives his fingers back into my cunt and curls them back towards him before forcing a third digit inside. His beckoning persists, swatting against my G-spot. Flutterings of pleasure dance through me. His other hand is pressing the balls back through my rosebud with agonising slowness. I feel myself beginning to peak.

'Daddy, may I come? Please?' I murmur, hoarsely.

'No.' I can detect the smile in his words.

He pushes the last bead back into me and extracts his fingers. He retracts the orb again as a final tease before forcing it punishingly hard back inside. I groan in aching ecstasy. Daddy presses his dripping digits into mouth and orders me to lick them clean. He sits back down in the leather chair.

'On my lap, little slut. Feed me my lunch.'

I wriggle off the table and snatch the box from my bag, thrilled he's not going to return to his paperwork and neglect me. Settling myself on his knee, my feet swinging between his open legs, I can feel the beads shifting and attempt to stifle a moan. One of his hands is exploring my cunt whilst the other liberates my breasts from the bra. I hand-feed him little mélanges of lettuce and chicken and he rubs the skin underneath the lace of my stocking and snaps the garter belt against my thighs. I'm enraptured; fulfilled by serving my Dom.

He finishes eating and lifts me back onto the edge of his desk and demands I masturbate for him. He looks so wolfish in a black suit and white shirt, no tie, and his glare is so intense I can feel my insides swimming. His predatory gaze appraises me in full and then locks onto the hand skimming my slit. I am naturally shy and it took his unrelenting coercion to persuade me to perform for him in the early days. Now, I derive a rush from playing for him.

His eyes are averted from me and are focussed on the folder again. I'm resentful at being discarded. I slip from the tabletop and aim for his Achilles' heel: blowjobs. I haven't even positioned myself between his knees before I am chastened.

'Get back on the table and continue fucking yourself for me.' He counters, eyes still glued to his work.

Petulantly, I slide back onto the cold, hard wood but my hands dangle by my sides.

Finally, he looks up - an eyebrow cocked.

'Are you disobeying an order?' His tone betrays a hint of amusement but I decide against pushing him: the consequences are unpredictable. I recommence stroking my clit.

'Good recovery, princess, but you definitely disobeyed an order.' His eyes are twinkling with sadistic glee. 'What happens to little sluts who disobey orders?'

'Th-they get punished, Sir.' I stammer. I love the demeaning mind games he inflicts upon me, compelling me to breathe out submissive sentences.

'Correct. Go and fingerfuck yourself over there. By the window.'

I stare at him dumbly, my lips parting slightly, a surge of horror swelling and drowning my insides. Daddy's office is in the city, the view of the Thames from his floor-to-ceiling window is obstructed only by other skyscrapers which frame the vista. He wants me to display myself like an Amsterdam whore for any worker who glances outside. A hard slap to my outer thigh sends me tottering forward. I stagger unsteadily towards the glass.

'Come on, pet, you know better than that.' He has turned his chair to watch me. I fall to my knees and complete the journey on all fours - sashaying for him, heartened by his appreciative gaze.

I stand again when I reach the pane and bend over slightly, offering my cunt to him from across the room. My eyes are blind to the world beyond the glass. I stare at a boat cutting its way through the water, terrified that if I look into other buildings I'm going to be met by lecherous faces. I part my striped cheeks for him, momentarily, and then move my hands forward to fondle my clit.

'Try harder. Put on a good show for everybody.' I shudder, part of me wishing he'd let me blank out my surroundings and the other half electrified by the exhibitionism.

I tease and pull a stiffened nipple, twisting and pinching whilst dipping a finger into my slit. I pump the finger in and out, ensuring I graze my clit with each withdrawal. The pace quickens and becomes frantic as I close my eyes and immerse myself in the sensuality of the scene.

'Another finger.' He instructs in a low, lustful grunt. I barely register myself following his command. My nipple is abandoned as I dedicate my hand solely to my clit. I press my breasts against the cool glass and the sensation flickers over my pink buds. I exhale slowly and cloud the window with misty breath, my fingers still working furiously.

An arm curls around my waist.

'Turn around.'

I rotate and my Dom presses his unyielding hardness into my abdomen. 

'Unzip me.' He whispers into my ear, his hand nesting at the back of my head.

I oblige and his trousers drop to his ankles. I pull at his boxers and unleash his cock. He picks me up with ease and I fold my legs around his waist. He impales me and my rear is flattened against the glass, my tender welts tingle. On my way to his office, I'd fantasised about somebody walking in on us fucking and now I'm being screwed within the field of vision of, potentially, hundreds of people. I wonder if we are being watched but we're too engrossed to check. The thought of all those voyeurs sends a frisson down my spine. He is thrusting into me hard and I'm scared he's going to shatter the window. We're groaning in near unison; my head lolling to the side, his teeth nipping at my neck and clavicle. We're sprinting towards an explosive joint orgasm. 

He withdraws and orders me to unhook myself from him. Daddy is a devil of denial.

'Take me in your mouth.'

I kneel and flick my tongue over his balls and lick his shaft before I corral it. I alternate between squeezing and fondling his sack as my head dips up and down, my tongue zig-zagging around his cock. I maintain a swift pace but his hand burrows into my hair and I accelerate. I glance upward, barely able to see the top of his towering frame, and catch a glance of his face. His eyes are closed and his expression is almost meditative. He vocalises a throaty sound in time to the stiffening of his cock. My mouth dances over it at lightening speed as his cum surges to the back of my throat in fierce spurts.

I draw my head back luxuriously slowly, skimming the last of his seed. I give the head a tight-lipped kiss and tilt backwards, presenting my open, cum-filled mouth to him. He looks down at me, his eyes a little hazy.

'Swallow.'

As I comply, he hoists me up by the hips and I'm sat in his chair, a little back from the window.

'Drape your legs over the arms.' It excites me to see him get on his knees, a position with which I have intimate familiarity. He starts to tongue my cunt remorselessly whilst pressing his hand onto my stomach, pinning me to the leather. I'm hurtling towards my peak, already intoxicated, when the intercom buzzes and the sound of the assistant's voice infiltrates the room.

'I'm going to take my lunchbreak if that's ok?'

His head remains between my legs as reaches over and depresses the button.

'No problem, Amy.'

'Thank you, Sir.'

The sound of another woman calling him 'Sir' pushes me dangerously close; the marriage of eroticism and jealousy drives me wild. Daddy knows this and laughs into my lips.

'Not yet, pet.'

I'm writhing in the chair under his sweet torture. My heels are banging noisily against the arms. His tongue flits over my clit, tracing little figures of eight and drawing crosses and painting circles. His hands compress my stomach and squeeze my thigh as he retracts his tongue, fleetingly, to demand:

'Cum for me, little fuckslut.'

It darts into my slit and tickles the underside of my engorged tip. I'm unable to repress a guttural groan as I climax, my knuckles glowing white through the skin as they grip the arms. My ears are ringing with the sound of my heartbeat, quicker than a frightened rabbit.

He clasps my hand and gently tugs me to my feet.

'I have to work now and you're too distracting: go home.' He chuckles. I wiggle my skirt up my legs and re-button my shirt. I'm dizzy with euphoria.

'I'll be back in an hour, be ready to leave straightaway. Can you wear that little purple dress? With the white flowers on?' It's so endearing when he phrases commands as questions. He kisses my forehead. 'Leave the beads in.' He adds with an impish grin.