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Robert

By: Sir_Erotica



I've been hearing my husband talk about his old army buddy, Robert, for many years. Unfortunately, distance and time took their toll and they eventually lost track of each other, something Alan said often happens to men who become very close while in the military, but fall back into their own lives upon returning home.

According to Alan, Robert wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but they had become fast friends and were inseparable for the two and a half years they were in Europe. But that wasn't all he told me about Robert.

Neither Alan nor I were virgins when we married at twenty-five, and over our fourteen years of marriage we'd told each other the intimate details of all of our previous sexual experiences. That was one of our methods of early foreplay and it would usually get us turned on enough to get it on.

Hearing my husband talk about the wild and sometimes crazy things he did when he was younger never failed to turn me on, and I have no doubt that my recounts had the same effect on him. He especially liked it when I would use dirty and graphic words to describe a past sexual experience. Okay, I'll confess to embellishing some for his benefit. While telling him about giving my first blowjob in the backseat of my boyfriend's car, I'd really go into detail about how it felt and how much I enjoyed the taste of his cum and that kind of thing. In reality, I'd been so drunk I could barely remember any details of it at all.

Alan would tell me about having sex with his girlfriends too, and a lot of one-night stands with strange girls at parties and such . . . oh, and with hookers in Europe where it was legal and inexpensive. 

Several of his stories were about he and his friend Robert having threesomes with German girls they'd picked up in the NCO Club or local taverns. Evidentially, they did that a lot. After the first couple of those stories, most of the details were the same old bla bla bla except when Alan would talk about Robert's monster cock. According to Alan, it was the largest he'd ever seen, including on porn movies.

Those stories would always get a bit funny when Alan would describe himself trying to keep the girl quite while Robert fucked her so they wouldn't get kicked out of the hotel or be discovered when they'd snuck one of the girls into their barracks room. According to Alan, he always had to use a pillow over their faces, being careful not to totally smother her, of course.

The first time he told me about Robert's huge cock, I had to ask "How did it make you feel being compared to that? I mean, your cock is great, but that must be a humbling experience for any man."

Alan just laughed at my question and told me that just the opposite was true. He said that, while the girls loved looking at Robert's cock and playing with it and admiring it, most of them couldn't deal with it in other ways. They couldn't get more than its head in their mouths. A blowjob was little more than a double fisted hand job with them licking it and sometimes taking the head in their mouths. They wouldn't let it near their asses, and some didn't even enjoy it when he fucked them. It was just "too big". But he always added "They damn sure loved looking at it and playing with it though."

One of his stories was particularly funny. He and Robert had gone to a very popular house of prostitution. It was a large place with three separate buildings, three or four stories each, with enclosed walkways between the buildings on each floor.

The women who weren't "busy" would stand in their doorway or sit on their bed with the door open and wait for men to size them up and hire them. According to Alan, there would be a hundred or more available at any one time.

Alan hired a girl a few doors down from the one Robert hired, but a minute later, sounds of the woman screaming echoed through the halls and rooms. There was so much noise in the hallway from people yelling and running past, Alan and his hooker stopped what they were doing to go investigate.

Sure enough, the woman who had been screaming was the one Robert was fucking, and by the time Alan got there, the door was open and there were two male bouncers in the room and a dozen or more women looking in from the hallway. When Alan squeezed past them, Robert was standing against the wall with a bouncer's hand in the middle of his chest to hold him there and his monster cock hard and waving in the air in front of him. The other bouncer and a couple of hookers were tending to the hooker.

After figuring out that Robert hadn't been beating her up, the bouncers apologized to Robert and made the woman give him his money back. But then, several of the onlooking hookers took Robert into another room. As word spread, more and more hookers entered the room where Robert was, and according to Alan, Robert didn't emerge from the room for over three hours.

Almost every time, I would respond with something like "Gawd, I can't imagine", which was the absolute truth.

* * *

One day, Alan came home from work, and while sorting through his mail, yelled at me to come quick. "Robert, my old army buddy . . . he's coming to town and wants to get together." Robert had used an internet service to get Alan's address, but since we don't have a home phone—only cell phones, he couldn't call. Alan called the number given in the letter, and soon was talking to his long lost friend.

When he hung up, smiling from ear to ear, he said "You're finally going to meet Robert. He'll be here Friday afternoon."

My reaction caught my husband a little off guard "Gawd, how am I going to look at him and keep a straight face?"

But then, it dawned on him what I meant and he started laughing.

* * *

My god, I'd never seen my husband act like such a kid as when Robert showed up at our front door. They hugged and then wrestled around like teenagers, laughing all the while. It was ten minutes before Alan thought to bring him into the kitchen to introduce him to me.

Robert was nothing like I expected. The only pictures I'd ever seen of him were in his army uniforms or in sloppy old clothes. But he was neatly groomed and very nicely dressed in slacks, a short-sleeve polo shirt, and a pair of Italian shoes. His watch, bracelet and ring looked very expensive, but not gaudy. He had obviously done quite well for himself. I was impressed, especially after hearing Alan refer to him so often as "a bit on the slow side".

After the introductions, I went back to the kitchen and the men retired to the den for drinks. I could hear them still laughing and recounting memories of their exploits in the army.

At one point, I heard them joking about their trip to the whore house. I'm not sure why, but I just couldn't resist listening. While they were still laughing about it and telling the same bits of the story from their different perspectives, I walked into the den to make myself a drink—well, that was the only excuse I could think of for going in there. For some reason, I just wanted to make an appearance.

Robert was telling Alan about what happened after the hoard of hookers got him into the other room, but he stopped in mid sentence when I entered the room. But as I made my way to the wet bar, Alan said "Oh go on. Beth knows all about it—at least as much as I witnessed."

As I turned around with my drink in hand, I noticed a slightly stunned expression on Robert's face. So, to put him at ease, or at least I hoped it would, I chuckled and said "I think I've heard about everything you two ever did."

But even after Alan urged him to continue the story, Robert changed the subject, mentioning how good the smells were coming from the kitchen and how nice our home was. I was disappointed, but I took the hint and returned to the kitchen to finish preparing our meal.

After dinner and the hot Texas sun had settled on the far side of the house, shading the backyard, Alan took Robert outside and they sat at the poolside table, sipping their Jack Daniel's, swapping more memories, and laughing all the while.

I decided to let them alone and stay out of their way. I'd peek out occasionally to see the status of their drinks, taking them fresh ones when they ran low. When I appeared, if Alan was talking, he wouldn't miss a beat, but if Robert was talking, he would clam up instantly.

On one such occasion, I arrived with fresh drinks just in time to hear Alan saying "Holy shit, did that babe have a set of knockers on her or what?" But when I glanced at Robert, his face was bright red and I could tell that he was really embarrassed at Alan saying such things in front of me.

Perhaps I was just feeling somewhat left out. I'm really not sure. But I made another attempt to let Robert know that I wasn't hearing those things for the first time and that hearing them didn't bother me in the least. "Oh, you must be talking about the one you guys picked up at the carnival in Stuttgart."

"Yep, that's the one." Alan chuckled. "What are you doing in there? Why don't you grab a drink and join us?"

I put my hand on his shoulder "Nah, I don't want to inhibit your conversation. I'll go on back inside so you two can talk about your little sexcapades without having to worry about embarrassing me."

"Like we could embarrass you!"

I turned to go back inside while saying, "Don't be so naïve. I meant without embarrassing our guest." And I was gone.

When I got back inside though, I headed straight for wet bar and mixed myself a strong highball. I was upset with myself for feeling left out of their conversation, or jealous of them for having all that fun recounting their past experiences. I downed that drink quickly and mixed another. Drink in hand, I went upstairs and peeked out of the window. I just watched the two of them sitting there, joking and laughing and having a great time. Yep, I was jealous.

After a few minutes, I realized that the reason I was jealous was because, after hearing so many stories about Robert's and Alan's sexual adventures, and most often getting turned on by them, I could only imagine what effect it would have on me to hear those same stories directly from him . . . or at least with him sitting right there.

When I thought it was about time to take them fresh drinks, I went back downstairs, still feeling a bit sad that I was being left out of their reunion. But when I went outside with the drinks, Alan wasn't there. He had gone inside to use the bathroom.

As I sat the drinks down and took up their empty glasses, I said to Robert "You really don't have to worry about embarrassing me, you know. I've heard it all many times."

Perhaps it was the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, or perhaps he was just starting to relax and settle in a bit, but he reacted differently this time. "Yeah, Al keeps telling me that, but those aren't things most wives want to hear."

I let out a chuckle, "Hell, you don't have to worry about that with me. We've told each other about everything we've ever done . . . and I love hearing his stories. Of course, I'm sure he exaggerates them a lot, just like I do when telling him about the things I've done. It's all in good fun."

"Well, if you're sure . . ."

"Of course I'm sure. Besides, I've only got to hear one side of them. I'd love to hear 'the rest of the story' as Paul Harvey would call it."

He laughed and then said, "Okay, you asked for it. Pull up a chair."

"Let me go get my drink."

* * *

A few minutes later, the three of us were sitting and exchanging more small talk. I must admit that I was feeling a bit tipsy by then, but nothing compared to how tipsy Alan appeared to be. "So, Robert, I'm sure you have a story or two about Allen that he hasn't told me . . . any little goodies that I might be able to tease him about for the next twenty years or so?"

That caused both Robert and Alan to burst out in laughter. Alan scolded "Don't you dare" when Robert asked me if he'd told me about the time the three German girls invited them to go swimming. "No, he neglected to tell me that one. What happened?"

"Oh god!" Alan said, rolling his eyes. "I'll just go hide somewhere now."

"Oooo, now I'm really curious." And then I said to Robert "I'm all ears."

He started "Well first, you have to understand that Europeans aren't as hung up about sex and nudity and things as we are, so they're more open about it. Anyway, these three girls invited us to go swimming with them and--"

Alan interrupted him "Rob doesn't go swimming in public. He has swimsuit issues." Alan added with a hearty laugh.

Robert shot him a scolding look and then continued "Anyway, when we got to the swimming pool, there weren't any dressing rooms. Alan asked the girl who spoke the best English where he was supposed to change, and she repeated his question in German to her two friends. They all started laughing and peeling off their clothes. They just stripped right down and put on their swimsuits right there in front of us and the hundred or so other people sitting and walking all around us."

"Here it comes" Alan winced with another roll of his eyes.

"I'll bet I know what's coming." I giggled.

"Yep" Robert said, shooting Alan a wicked grin. "When they all had on their swimsuits, they just stood there waiting for Al to change into his. He postponed it for as long as he could, but finally had to drop his pants . . . and he had a . . . you know."

I was already laughing "I knew it. He had a big ole hard on, didn't he?"

"Hey, what do you expect? I'd just watched three girls strip right in front of me."

"Yeah, and they teased the hell out of him for the rest of the day, too. Trust me, you've never seen a brighter shade of red in your life. You're husband was so embarrassed he couldn't even look them in the eyes the rest of the day."

I don't know why, but I couldn't stop laughing. And then totally without thinking, I blurted out "Good thing it wasn't you." And then I realized what I'd said and turned a bright shade of red myself.

"Now that would have really drawn a crowd." Alan said with a laugh, slapping his hand on the table and almost spilling our drinks.

There was an awkward moment as Robert seemed to be trying to decide how to react to what I'd said, and then he shrugged and showed me a grin. While looking right at me, he said "uh, yes, well, that's why I don't go swimming in public."

Alan laughed again, "Can you imagine him in a swimsuit with a boner?"

Again, I'll plead tipsy. I looked from Alan to Robert, staring at him for a few seconds with a devilish grin "Hrm, let me see if I can conjure up an image of that. Of course I'll have to reduce the image down to reality to allow for how men always exaggerate those things."

"Boy, have you got that one wrong." Alan said, giving me a teasing slap across the arm. "No need for anyone to exaggerate about it, is there, Rob?"

"Obviously, your husband has been a little too descriptive when telling our stories." Robert said with a slight blush. But it wasn't like before. He didn't appear genuinely embarrassed. I think he just felt the need to pretend to be for my sake.

"Oh, he was descriptive all right, especially about the time in the whore house, and other times about having to use a pillow to keep your little playmates quiet."

"I told you she knew everything, ole buddy. Do you believe me now?"

"Yes . . . well . . ." Robert stammered.

I put my hand on his arm and leaned forward, "Oh lighten up. I feel like I've known you for years. You don't have to be embarrassed around me. Besides, I think most men would be more than happy for all the women around them to know they have a big dick."

Robert grinned, "Not the wives of friends." And then he added "But if you have any single girlfriends, feel free to let them all know."

Alan burst out in laughter, and I joined in. Robert excused himself to the bathroom. When we were alone, Alan said, "Great guy, huh?"

"Yeah, now that he's starting to loosen up some."

"Hell, you haven't seen him loose yet. He can be a real riot when he's drunk."

"He's not drunk yet? I can tell you're not feeling any pain, and I'm more than a little light-headed myself."

"Shit, he can drink me under the table three times over. He's probably just now starting to get a buzz. Just wait."

"Okay, but don't try to keep up with him. I'm getting horny and I expect you to take good care of me tonight."

"I was hoping that would be the case. I know how the stories really get you going."

"You just be ready for later." I admonished him.

"You're on."

* * *

I was going in for us all a fresh round of drinks when Robert emerged through the patio door. After getting the drinks though, something caught my ear, so I hesitated at the door before stepping outside.

"She really likes hearing about all that shit, huh? It doesn't make her jealous?"

"Hell no! In fact, the more she hears, the hornier she gets . . . and the luckier I'm going to get tonight."

"Okay, I just don't want to cause any trouble, that's all."

"Trust me, ole buddy, the only thing you're going to cause is me getting my brains fucked out every night you're here. So, don't be shy about it."

I stepped out into view and said as I approached the table "You two better not have started without me. What did I miss?" And then I was surprised a little when Alan said bluntly, "Nothing. I was just telling Rob that hearing about our fuck-fests turns you on and I'm going to reap the benefits later."

I couldn't stop the giggle that slipped out, so I looked at Robert and said, "Okay, so now that cat's out of the bag, I guess there's no need pretending, huh?"

"Hey, what are friends for?" Robert asked with a chuckle as he took up his drink. "What do you want to know?"

"That's the spirit!" My half-drunk husband slurred. "Tell her about the WAC . . . PFC Boner."

"Bonner" Robert corrected him with a chuckle. "We nicknamed her 'boner-maker'".

"She was hot, was she?" I asked.

"Hell no! She was cubby and plain looking, but she had an awesome set of tits, and she could take every inch of Rob's meat without a whimper."

"Wow!" I said and then added "At least if it's as big as Alan keeps saying it is, I can't imagine a woman taking it all. By the way, is it—as big as he claims it is, I mean?"

"Fuck yes!" Alan answered.

"I wasn't asking you." I scolded him and then turned back toward Robert.

Robert shrugged, "I don't know what he told you, so I don't know how to answer that one."

"Well, you tell me then. How big is it?"

"Go ahead, tell her. She thinks I've been lying all these years."

Robert took a deep breath and looked me right in the eyes "Fully erect, a little over fourteen inches . . . but that's not what causes most women a problem."

"Oh, do tell?"

"Girth. It's too thick. That's what hurts them."

"How thick?" I prodded.

"Bottom half, comparable to a coke can, if that puts things in perspective."

"Holy shit!" I gasped.

"Told ya!" Alan said. "Now do you believe me?"

"I guess I have no choice." I said, the awe still reflected in my voice. "A coke can . . . damn . . . how the hell . . . never mind."

"What?" Robert asked what I was about to say.

"Nothing. I just can't imagine it. I mean, Alan told me it was huge, but he never really put it into perspective like that. Wow!"

"I get that reaction a lot." Robert said with a chuckle. "You see, Beth, a lot of women think they'd like to get it by a really big one, but when they imagine what a really big one is, their imaginations don't go quite that far."

"I can certainly understand that." I confessed. "Personally, I've never thought that much about having a huge one—you know, what it would be like or anything. I guess it's just never been my thing."

"Lucky for me." Alan said as he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

I turned to him and showed him a naughty grin, "Yours isn't anything to sneeze at, lover. It's plenty big enough for me."


Robert



"Thanks." And then Alan looked at Robert, "Sorry, buddy, but I wouldn't trade dicks with you. I've seen the problems that big ole thing has caused you." And then he chuckled and added, "Okay, maybe I'd like to have it just to wear around in the shower at the club to make all the other men shit themselves."

I was laughing when Robert replied, "Yeah, it's a lot better for looking at than it is for fucking. That's for sure."

When I could, I chimed in, "Alan has told me several times that you can't really get a decent blowjob—that women can't do that to you."

"That's the other reason I wouldn't trade." Alan jumped in. "No way I'm going to give up watching my little seven and a half slide all the way down her throat."

"Nice." Robert said, showing me an appreciative smile. "Lucky man." He added, still looking me right in the eyes.

"Damn right he's lucky . . . lucky that I love giving head."

"And swallowing." Alan added.

"Really?" Robert asked. "Some women say they like it, but I think most of them are lying just to turn guys on."

"Not me. I love it—really, really love it. He never has to beg for a good blowjob as long as I'm around."

"Like I said before, lucky man."

Alan was nursing his drink slowly, but I'd just finished mine. Robert drained the last of his, so I got up to fetch another round. "Let me." Alan said "I need to piss anyway." So he took our glasses and went inside.

After a few seconds, Robert pulled me back to reality by asking "penny?"

I giggled "sorry, but I was still trying to imagine . . . sorry."

"If you weren't married to my best friend, I'd help you with that."

I raised my eyebrows "You'd show me?"

"Whoa now, I said if you weren't married to my best friend. That's a deal breaker."

"You don't mind if I keep trying to imagine it though, do you?"

He let out a hearty chuckle, "Not at all. Be my guest."

About that time, Alan emerged with our drinks "Be your guest for what? What did I miss?"

"I was just telling Robert that I still couldn't imagine a cock that big, and I was just making sure it didn't bother him to know that I was still trying to."

"Shit, a couple more doubles and he'll probably show it to you."

"Whoa now, buddy. She's your wife, remember—not one of those little German sluts."

Alan burst out in laughter, and when he could, he said "Shit, I wasn't inviting you to fuck her, Rob. But I don't see any harm in satisfying her curiosity about what a real monster looks like."

"Alan! Leave him alone. He doesn't want to, so don't push him."

"Hell, he's never been shy about showing it off before."

"I said, drop it!" I said in a very stern voice. "He doesn't want to, and that's that."

"Yeah, but you'd like him to. Don't lie."

"Uh hum, excuse me for a minute please. I need to go for a pit stop."

When Robert was out of earshot, Alan said, "But you would like to see it. Don't lie."

"I never said I wouldn't. I just said he didn't want to, so you should drop it before you embarrass him any more than you already have."

"Okay, okay, but trust me, it's like the Grand Canyon or Niagara Falls . . . everyone should see it once before they die."

That started me to laughing so hard I couldn't stop. In fact, I was still laughing when Robert came back out of the house. "I'm glad to see the mood has lightened a little. What's so funny?"

"My husband—that's what."

"Oh?"

"Trust me, you don't want to know." I warned.

"We were still talking about the monster." Allan said bluntly.

"Oh that. I didn't know that was funny."

"He said it was like the Grand Canyon or Niagara falls, that everyone should see it once in their lifetime, or something like that. He's drunk."

"You're forgetting one thing, Al."

"What's that?"

"What you're talking about, and what she's trying her best to imagine isn't the state it's in anyway, so it's a moot point."

I don't know why, but that struck me as funny and I burst out in another fit of laughter. "See, Honey, our little conversation isn't having the same affect on Robert as it is on you and me." And then I turned to Robert and asked "So, you were about to tell me about the Bonner girl before Alan got us sidetracked. What happened with her?"

While he was telling me the rather boring story of the girl sucking Alan and scratching Alan's back and ass all to shreds with her fingernails while Robert fucked her from behind, my mind kept wandering back to his huge cock. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see it. But then again, just like he had stated, it wasn't hard, so I wouldn't get to see it in all its glory anyway . . . unless . . . then I scolded myself and tried to concentrate on the story he was recounting.

* * *

When he finished the story, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Alan was telling Robert something. I put my finger to my lips to keep Robert from giving away that I was there as I snuck up behind Alan and listened in.

"You know, if she doesn't get to see it before you leave, she's going to regret it for the rest of her life."

"Two things" Robert said, doing a good job of looking at Alan instead of me and not giving me away. "First, she wouldn't get to see it all anyway, and secondly, I doubt that I could get it up with you sitting there. The whole 'best friend's wife' thing and all that."

"Shit, I'm sure she could help you with the first problem easy enough, and on the second point, you two can go inside. I don't need to watch, if that's what's bothering you."

"You're kidding, right?" Robert asked, glancing up at me. I just grinned at him and raised my eyebrows and waited to see how Alan was going to answer.

"Fuck no! I'm not kidding . . . and no, I'm not too drunk to know what I'm saying. In the first place, I trust her completely. In the second place, I trust you completely. In the third place, it's just a little harmless fun. And in the last place, even if it went a little beyond her just helping you get it up so she can see it, what the hell, I would never begrudge her having a little fun. I love her too much to do that. And besides, we're rock solid, Beth and me. It would take a lot more than that to ruin our relationship."

I gave Robert a wink and then put my hands on my husband's shoulders as I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. Then I smiled at Robert and said "See what a wonderful man I married?"

"Yeah, he's quite a guy, but what about you?"

I was still behind Alan. I leaned over and pressed my cheek to his while looking right at Robert. "I really would like to see it." And I felt Alan's mouth turn into a smile.

"Even if that means you'd have to do a little work to get it up?" Robert asked as he dared me with his eyes.

"Yes, even that." I said without hesitation.

"Al, last chance to change your mind." Robert offered.

Alan turned his face to me and kissed me softly on the lips before smiling and saying "Bring me a drink first, and then go satisfy your curiosity. I'll wait out here."

I gave him another quick kiss and then dashed into the house, returning less than a minute later with him a fresh drink. My heart was racing as I crooked my finger at Robert. "Well, are we going to do this or not?"

"It certainly appears that we are." Robert answered as he got up and followed me into the house.

* * *

Walking behind me, Robert said, "It might take a little work."

I giggled, "Go on into the den. I'll get some lotion."

When I got to the den, I giggled again when I saw Robert standing at the wet bar taking a long tug from the bottle of Jack Daniel's. "Don't tell me you need that for courage." I teased.

He lowered the bottle and then shot me a look, saying "no, I need it to help me forget that you're Al's wife and that he's sitting right outside. By the way, have you two ever done anything like this . . . I mean . . ."

I chuckled as I stepped up in front of him, "No, nothing. We never had a reason to before. But don't worry, he's fine with it or he wouldn't have practically pushed us into doing it."

"I'm more worried about afterward."

"Don't be, really." I said, staring up into his eyes. "We'll do this and then it will be over and we'll all three be fine, really."

Upon hearing that, Robert held his hands out from his sides and said "Then I'm all yours."

I was on my knees in a flash, undoing his belt and then his slacks. The minute I pulled them down, along with his underwear and got my first look at his barely hardening cock, I gasped "Hooooolllyyyyy shhhhhiiittttt".

Robert chuckled "What, you thought we were lying?"

"No, but damn, hearing about it and seeing it are two completely different things. Holy shit!"

"Trust me, you ain't seen nothing yet, Babe."

I gently took it in my hands and felt its weight. Even in its almost totally flaccid state, I couldn't close my fingers around it. After only a few seconds, I let go of it long enough to coat my hands with lotion, and then I went to work on it, gently massaging and stroking it. I was both awed and fascinated with it. I won't say that it was beautiful. I wouldn't describe it that way at all. But it was huge, even bigger than I had imagined.

"That's it. Just keep that up and he'll be at full attention in no time."

As it began to grow, I started slowly stroking it. I had both hands on it, and there was still plenty of cock left uncovered by them. It continued to grow and grow and grow, and my awe grew and grew and grew. I simply couldn't believe that a man's cock could be as big and heavy and the one I was stroking.

Finally, it was fully erect so I stopped long enough to back off and admire it. "Holy shit!" I said in a very reverent tone. "Fucking unbelievable."

"Yeah, but like I said earlier, it's a lot better for looking at than doing anything else with. But, I like watching women try anyway."

"There's no way I could take it. I'll guarantee you that . . . no fucking way."

"Okay, now, we'd better get back outside." He said sternly.

"Are you sure? I mean, I feel bad getting you all worked up and then just leaving you like that."

"Nah, don't worry about it. You go on back outside and I'll give it a minute or two to settle down, then I'll be out."

"Okay" I said, standing up and staring down at it one last time. But before I was out of the room, I turned back, "Robert."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. That was awesome."

"No problem. Glad you enjoyed it. Now get out of here so he'll relax."

And with that, I turned and walked back outside and joined my husband.

* * *

"That was quick." Alan said when I snuck up behind him and kissed him on the cheek. "Did you chicken out or something?"

"No silly. I did everything I went in there to do. I got to see what you've been talking about ever since I've known you."

"And?"

"You were right. You can't imagine something like that. You have to see it for yourself."

"Did you have to help him get it up?"

"Of course. I used our special lotion on him. It didn't take long."

"You didn't want to stay and play with it for a while?"

"Of course I did, but that wasn't the deal."

"You could have. I wouldn't have been pissed. Not many women have an opportunity to experience something like that. You should have taken full advantage of the opportunity."

I leaned over and kissed him passionately for a long time. In fact, I was still kissing him when Robert came out of the house. "Hope that means you two are okay with things."

I laughed and told him "Alan was just telling me that I should have stayed to play with it longer. He thinks I wasted a once in a lifetime opportunity to have some fun."

Robert shrugged and tipped up his drink, draining it on one gulp. Alan took our glasses and disappeared into the house.

"Are you sure he's okay?" Robert asked me.

"Absolutely. He's not in a habit of saying things he doesn't mean, even when he's been drinking. He's fine.

"And you?"

I looked right at him, "He's right. I didn't think so at the time, but now that we're back out here, he's right. I should have stayed in there and had fun with it for a while longer. I was just . . . I don't know . . . just afraid you'd think I was . . ." 

"I wouldn't have thought anything bad, but I wouldn't have enjoyed it very much, worrying about how Alan was going to react when we were done. Guess I was worried about nothing."

"I thought you knew him better than that."

"It's been a lot of years . . . and you're his wife . . . that's a different deal than anything he and I ever did together."

"But you know now."

"Know what?" Alan said as he came out with our drinks.

"That you're okay with what we did." I answered.

"Fuck yeah. Like I said, I think you should have taken more advantage of the opportunity than what you did. Hell, if Rob hadn't turned into such a wimp since the last time I saw him, I'd have been right there with you, cheering you on."

"Really?" I asked

"Hell yeah. I would have enjoyed seeing you enjoy yourself with that big ole monster.

I looked at Robert for a reaction, but he just returned my look with a blank expression and shrugged. "I'd love that." I confessed in a hopeful tone.

"Well fuck then, I'll run take a leak. You talk Rob into it, and we'll do it." And he got up and disappeared into the house.

Before I could say anything, Robert said, "Before you say anything, be warned. I won't like being left in that condition again."

"So noted." I responded, showing him a naughty grin. "I'll get that straight with Alan when he gets back, and if he agrees, I'm game—more than game."

* * *

Less than two minutes later, Alan was stretched out on the sofa in the den with his head propped up one hand. Robert was standing about three feet from the sofa, sideways to it, and I was on my knees in front of Robert, helping him off with his slacks and boxers.

"Yep, just as I remember it." Alan said with a chuckle.

I giggled and then coated my hands with lotion again before sliding them around Robert's massive cock. "Holy shit!" I mumbled, just as I had the first time. And then I looked up at Robert "I hope you're not in a hurry. I want to take my time and enjoy this."

"Take all the time you want." He responded.

I slowly massaged and stroked the monster cock for several minutes, glancing over at Alan occasionally and smiling when I saw his wide grin. He was really enjoying watching me do it. I wasn't sure if he liked watching it, or if he liked seeing me enjoy myself, but it didn't matter. As long as he was enjoying himself, I knew I was free to enjoy myself . . . and I was definitely enjoying it.

After about five minutes, Robert said that he was tired of standing, so I had him lay on his back next to the sofa. I got on the opposite side of him so that I could, while holding his huge cock straight up, see both it and my husband's grinning face while I played with it. The affect was awesome.

After I'd played with it and gently stroked it for another five minutes or so, Alan said, "Lick it, baby." I grinned at him and then followed his instructions. After a while, he said, "See how much of it you can get in your mouth." So I did, but even after opening my jaws as wide as I could, I managed to get only the head and maybe two inches more into my mouth. It was just too thick, so I went back to licking the head while I stroked it instead.

Several more minutes passed, and I was so horny I wanted desperately to cum. I jumped up and started undressing, and seeing that, Alan asked "Are you going to try to fuck it?"

I giggled "No, but I want you in me while I play with it."

"Cool" Alan responded as he sprang from the sofa and began removing his jeans. "Gladly", and he knelt behind me and worked his cock into my sloppy pussy. He fucked me slowly and methodically as I continued to play with Robert's monster cock. I was in heaven.

After I'd cum for the second time, Robert said "It's time."

I knew what he meant, so I began stroking him more urgently. Alan was still fucking me slowly, but he sped up just a little. Soon, I was stroking Robert as fast and hard as I could, and Alan was pumping his cock into me for all he was worth.

Alan began to shoot inside me and I came yet again, but I never missed a stroke on Robert's cock. "Cum for me, Robert. I want to see your huge cock cum for me."

It was another few seconds before Robert's body stiffened and he let out a loud grunt. I kept pumping him, totally awed and captivated as his gigantic cock began spewing forth gobs and gobs of thick cum. It was a sight like I'd never seen before. Both of my hands and wrists were coated, as was his stomach and balls, but still it oozed out, more and more with each stroke of my hands. "Holy fuck! Can you see this, baby."

Alan was still inside me, but he answered "Yes, don't let it go to waste, I know you want it."

And gawd, was he right. I did want it. I wanted to taste it and feel it slide down my throat. "Really?" I asked just to confirm that it was okay.

"Go for it, baby." And as he said that, I felt his cock twitch against the insides of my pussy. When I extended my tongue and began licking the head of Robert's cock, Alan began fucking me again. Soon, his cock was hard and pounding into me with reckless abandon. "Eat it all, baby, every drop."

I licked every inch of Roberts massive cock clean and then started on his balls. Next, I cleaned his stomach and abdomen with my tongue, savoring every glob of his slick cum. Alan was slamming into me as I started cleaning my hands, fingers and wrists, and by the time I was done, he was cumming inside me again.

"Fuck, I need a drink." Robert announced.

"It would be my pleasure to serve you." I giggled.

"You already did and it was fucking awesome." Robert replied. And then, while I was at the wet bar, he said to Alan, "She wasn't kidding about loving cum, huh?"

I looked over my shoulder at him and replied, "Hey, I never kid about cum." And they both laughed.

* * *

In bed that night, after I'd given Alan the slowest, most prolonged, best blowjob I'd ever given him, I kissed him deeply and said "Thank you."

He responded by saying, "No, thank you. That was wonderful."

I giggled, "Not for that, silly boy, for earlier. I really enjoyed that."

"He'll be here for a few days, so I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunity to do it again. Hell, you should try fucking it just to see if you can. I know you can't take it all, but if you don't try, you'll wonder about it from now on."

"What did I do to deserve you?" I asked sincerely.

"You said yes when I asked. I'm the lucky one."

* * *

Alan's cell phone rang just before seven the next morning, waking us both. After answering it and listening for a full minute, he said "Okay, just calm down. I'm on my way. It will take me an hour and a half or so to get there." And he hung up.

"Problem?" I asked him.

"Fuck yes. I have to go to Denton. I don't know how long I'll be—maybe three hours, maybe all day—no way to know."

"Damn, it might be a little awkward between me and Robert without you here, so I hope you're not too long."

"Go for it. You don't need me here."

"Nah, I don't think either of us would feel right about doing it without you."

"Then both of you are just being silly. Wait if you feel you have to, but don't do it because of me. I want you to really enjoy yourself while he's here. You'll probably never have another opportunity like this."

I walked up behind him while he was standing over the toilet relieving himself and hugged him. I'd never done that before, but I just couldn't wait to hug him and feel his naked body against mine. "You're too understanding. I'm not sure it's normal."

Alan looked over his shoulder at me "Maybe it's not normal, but I've been with him with a lot of girls. I know how special that can be, and I just want you to enjoy yourself. Consider him my special gift to you for being such a wonderful and sexy wife."




Robert



I almost started crying.

* * *

It was almost nine when Robert showed up in the kitchen. I was showered, dressed and just finishing my first cup of coffee. He appeared to have also showered, but was still in his robe.

"Alan still sleeping it off?"

"Nah, he was called into work early . . . some emergency. It happens all the time."

"Oh, how long will he be gone?"

"Who knows, could be three or four hours or ten. Cream, sugar or both?" I asked him.

"Black, thanks."

"Just so you know, I told him it might be a little awkward for us to be here alone after last night."

"Oh, and what did he have to say about that?"

I took my cup and his and headed out to the patio. While I was walking, I answered "He laughed and called us silly. He said that if we wanted a repeat performance we should go for it. He insisted that he wouldn't mind at all."

"Awfully nice of him." He said with a chuckle.

I let out a little giggle "I thought so." And then, after sitting our cups down and while we were waiting on them to cool a little, I looked right at him and said "Just so you know, I do . . . want a repeat performance, I mean—one or three or four or twenty, the more the better. I just thought you should know."

He stared at me for several seconds before asking "When?"

I didn't blink "Now, an hour from now, later, or all of the above . . . whenever you're feeling up to it and want it."

He grinned but didn't say anything, so I asked, "penny?"

He looked around the fenced yard and then up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the morning sun "Nice morning."

"Anything I can do to make it nicer?"

"Maybe"

Gawd, I couldn't believe how bold and forward I was being, but I wanted what was between his legs, and after last night, I somehow didn't feel the need to play coy. "Just say the word and I'm there."

"And what word would that be?"

"Now"

He chuckled, "Okay, now."

I didn't even care that I was wearing shorts and my bare knees were going to get scraped up on the concrete. I was between his legs in a flash, opening his robe and working his boxers down and off. My hands were around his massive cock in a flash, my tongue swirling over the purple head.

"You really do like cum, don't you?"

"Hell yes . . . yes I do . . . so are you going to give me some?"

"That all depends on you, now doesn't it?"

"Ummmm" I purred at the thought of eating another huge load of his cum.

"How does mine taste compared to Alan's?"

I continued to massage his cock while I answered "Well, there's a lot more of it, that's obvious. But other than that, his is a bit sweeter, and yours is a bit tangy."

"Which do you prefer?"

"Yours for the volume, his for the taste."

"Honesty, I like that. Now, do you like anal sex?"

"Uh . . . sometimes . . . with Alan but . . ."

He let out a loud laugh "I didn't mean with me. You couldn't handle it."

"Probably not, in my pussy or in my ass, but we should probably try before you leave anyway just to find out."

"Nice, but what would Alan think about that?"

"He told me that I should try it before you leave, but I'm sure he was referring to my pussy. I think I'd rather try those things with him here with us though."

"I understand. He's a better love than I am. I've seen him in action plenty of times."

"He's wonderful, yes." I said as I continued to stoke his rapidly hardening cock and lick the head between speaking.

"I've never had to be. All women want from me is a chance at my cock."

"Can you blame them?"

"No, not at all, but I do wonder sometimes what it would be like to be normal and be able to enjoy the other things too."

"I'm sorry. I guess I didn't consider that."

"Most don't. Men are jealous of me, women are in awe, but none of them know what it's like. That's why I enjoy being around Alan so much. He understands. He's seen it first hand a lot of times."

"I understand."

"So, now that I've pissed in your Post Toasties, maybe we should get back to the business at hand, which is producing a nice load of cum for you to enjoy."

"That sounds like it's all for me, and not any fun for you."

"It feels good, but sometimes I wished it didn't."

"Oh?"

"Never mind."

"Robert . . . you tell me what I can do to make it better for you, and I'm there, understand?"

"Thanks, I appreciate that. For now, just work up a nice load of cum to enjoy, and I'll be thinking what you can do for me later?"

"You don't have to tell me twice." I said as I began stroking and licking his monster cock more urgently.

* * *

Yes, I made him cum, and yes there was a lot of it again, and yes, I thoroughly enjoyed catching as much of it in my mouth as I could and then licking up the spillage afterward, but as it turns out, that wasn't the most important event that happened prior to Alan getting home at around two p.m. that afternoon.

After getting Robert and I another cup of coffee, I ask him "So, have you decided what I can do for you?"

I was blown away by his answer "Yes, you can hold me."

"I don't understand." I confessed.

"Beth, I've never had what Alan has. I've never been married or even had a meaningful relationship in my life. I'm jealous of him for that. I'm jealous of him for finding love, for finding someone he's not afraid to be himself around, someone he's not afraid to be vulnerable in front of, to be humble in front of. That's what you are to him. You're friends. You share something that I've never had. I'd die to feel that even if only for a few minutes."

Needless to say, I was totally blown away. I thought about it for a long while before asking "How can I give you that?"

I thought he was going to cry, but he fought back his emotions and said "Pretend I'm him . . . just for a little while."

I put some dishes into the dishwasher and poured us both another cup of coffee, all the time racking my brain for a way to give Robert what he needed. We were almost finished with that cup without another word being spoken between us when I got an idea. "Honey, I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to turn in early. Make sure the doors are locked before you come up to bed." And with that, I got up, rinsed my cup in the sink, put it into the dishwasher, and then headed upstairs. Once there, I closed the heavy curtains to block out the sun and darken the room, then I stripped and got into bed.

Several minutes later, Robert entered the bedroom. I could hear him taking off his clothes and then he slid into bed. "Good night, Honey." I said, turning to give him a brief kiss and hug. Then I turned away from him and pretended to sleep. Within seconds, he rolled over toward me and spooned his body against mine, his hand finding my near breast. "Good night, Hun." He said in little more than a whisper.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but when I moved, Robert rolled me onto my back and laid his head on my shoulder. He crooked a knee over my legs and hugged me tight. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you more." I whispered back.

When he heard that, he began so sob. Soon his body was convulsing slightly and his sobs grew louder.

* * *

It was a little after two p.m. when the bedroom door cracked open and Alan peered in. Robert was still hugging me tightly. He was asleep, but still whimpering softly. I put a finger to my lips to silence Alan and then shooed him out with the back of my hand. Obediently, he closed the door, but not before showing me a most confused look.

Another hour passed before Robert stirred "Good morning, Dear. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you. What time is it?"

"Almost time for you to go to work. You'd better hurry and take a shower. I'll turn your water on and then go down and cook breakfast. Better hurry." I said as I slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I almost closed the door, but I thought better of it. I never closed it when Alan was present, at least not if I only needed to pee. So I left it open, turned on the shower to warm up, and then went pee.

When Robert entered the bathroom, I was still on the toilet. He rubbed his eyes and stared at me in disbelief.

"What's the matter, Honey? You're acting like you've never seen your wife take a pee before.

He still looked a bit disoriented, but then he seemed to catch on. "Oh, my wife . . . uh, yeah, okay." And he stepped into the shower.

I finished but didn't flush for fear of scalding him. Prior to walking out of the bathroom, I opened the shower door and asked him, "Ham or sausage with your eggs this morning?"

"Sausage, please."

"Okay, but you'd better step on it. You overslept a little bit."

When I left the bathroom, I hurried downstairs. I found Alan working in his office. I kissed him and said, "I don't have much time to explain, but I will in a little while. In the meantime, I need you to just stay in here and work or go outside or whatever. I'll explain later, I promise."

It was obvious that he didn't understand what was going on, but my dear sweet husband trusted me enough to play along. "Okay, whatever you say."

I kissed him again and then hurried to the kitchen to fix breakfast. Robert came downstairs just as I was setting the table. "I know this is Saturday and you'll only have to work for a few minutes, but you'd better eat up and git or you'll be late . . . oh, and will you do me a favor and stop somewhere on your way home and pick up a bottle of white wine for dinner?"

"Uh . . . sure thing. Of course." Robert answered, still a little unsure of what to make of the charade.

He ate quickly and then I ushered him to the door "You won't be more than a couple of hours will you? I'm going to have a late lunch prepared for you." And without waiting for him to answer, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to mine so that I could give him a brief passionate kiss. "See you in a couple of hours." And I almost pushed him out of the door.

* * *

"Okay, here's the deal." I sat about to try to explain things to my confused husband. "Robert has never been in love. He's never been loved, and he's so jealous of you he's beside himself. Alan, there's no way I can explain how depressed he is. He sees himself a giant cock and not a worthy human being. So, I've started trying to treat him like a husband instead of a sex object to see if that will help. It seems to be working a little. Hell, he just spent several hours curled up next to me crying. It was both pitiful and touching. I just sent him out, and he'll be back in a little while expecting to find his loving wife here to greet him. I don't know if you can understand this whole thing, or even if I can, but it's not a sex thing, honey, it's an emotional need that he's desperately trying to fill, even if just for a few hours."

Alan sat there, soaking it all in, and after a full minute, he asked, "What can I do to help?"

"Hell, I don't know. I've been trying to figure out how to work you into this whole charade, but I haven't figured it out yet."

"I could be your house guest . . . or hell, I can go stay in a hotel for a couple of days if you think that would be better."

"You'd do that? Damn, I mean, I don't even know if this is going to work. I just know that he's an emotional basket case and he needs help . . . probably professional help, but I'm afraid to suggest it at this point. He might take it wrong."

After a few moments, Alan got up and kissed me on the mouth. "Other than you, he's the best friend I've ever had. Do what you can for him. I'll disappear for a couple of days."

"Baby . . . I don't know what to say. I'll call you every day as often as I can. If he's not over it in a couple of days though, I think we should insist that he see a professional . . . a shrink. He's just so depressed, I'm worried about him."

Alan pressed his palm to my cheek, "You're a good person, Beth. Do what you can for him, but don't get so caught up in it that you lose track of who you really are and who really loves you."

"I promise you, that will never, ever happen. I love you and only you, and that is the way it's going to be for the rest of my life."

"That's all I needed to hear. Now, help me pack some things and I'll get out of here before he comes back."

* * *

"Hi honey." I said as Robert came though the door. I went to him and through my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. "You're early. Lunch isn't ready yet."

"Uh, where's Alan?"

"Alan? Oh, you mean your old army buddy. He decided he'd be more comfortable staying in a hotel. You know how it is. Staying in someone else's home is always so awkward. Anyway, it's just you and me again. Why don't you go relax and have a drink and I'll get lunch ready."

"Uh, okay. Thanks."

* * *

And so, that's how it went for the next two days. I treated Robert exactly like I would have treated Alan, except for sex. There was none of that. In fact, there was no mention of it. We didn't talk about his big cock or anything else sexual. We curled up on the sofa together and watched movies. We ate and worked in the backyard. We swam and relaxed and chatted about nothing at all.

We hugged all night more than Allan and I would have, but he simply refused to let go of me long enough to let me turn over. When I did finally manage to, he spooned up against me and hugged me even tighter like he was afraid I'd get away. It was all very touching and yet, very disturbing at the same time.

As promised, I called Alan several times each day. And by the end of the second day, I was proud to report that Robert seemed much better, much more relaxed and less depressed.

"Do you need another day or two?" Alan asked.

"No, but even if I thought it would help, I miss you and I want you home with me where you belong."

"Okay then, I'll see you in the morning."

* * *

It's difficult to describe the scene that occurred when Alan came home. He was no more than three steps inside the door when Robert met him and hugged him tightly. I was standing several feet away, but I could clearly hear Robert sobbing while he held onto Alan tightly. "Thank you . . . I don't know how I will ever be able to thank you. This has been the best two days of my life."

When Robert's bags were in his rental car and he was ready to leave, and while I was hugging him with Alan standing nearby, Robert said to me "You didn't get everything you wanted while I was here . . . I know you wanted to try to--"

I put my fingers to his lips to quite him. "I got more than I wanted. I got to know you." And then I added "You've got a great cock, but that's not who you are. Anytime you just want to be you and not a big ole cock, you are welcome here."

He was crying when he got into his car and drove off. I can't help wondering if Robert will ever come back, but I hope for his sake and for Allan's and mine that he does.

* * * Then End * * *



Robert



It's starting to hurt. Breathing I mean, I can't exactly remember how this started, why I'm here and why I'm in pain. My brain feels fuzzy and I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open. Maybe I should talk to someone about myself, my feelings. I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? My name is Colton Stag and I'm 25. I work at a small company in the advertisement department. I guess I'm a good looking guy, blond hair that sits behind my ears and hazel brown eyes. I'm about 6' and I'm in shape. I wouldn't say I was tank, but I had the body of a runner. 

I found out I was gay when I went camping with my buddy from school. I was 17 at the time and we were just fooling around in the tent. That night we gave each other blowjobs. It wasn't romantic and at the time I wasn't looking for romance. I wasn't a nice kid, I'll admit that now. I was horrid. I had a girlfriend and we broke up when she found me with another guys' legs wrapped around my waist. During high school I had a habit of cheating on my lovers and I became the school's man whore. It didn't really bother me because I was still getting laid. 

My mom and step-dad found out I was gay when I was in University. It was Thanksgiving and I had brought a "friend" over for dinner. My family thought it was really nice that I would bring a friend over from school for the holidays. That night my "friend" and I were having sex in my old room. The old bed was banging against the wall and the mattress was creaking under our weight. That little slut couldn't keep his mouth shut and he kept moaning and crying out for my cock. My step-dad wasn't sure what was going on and he opened the door on us. Again, someone had caught me with a pair of legs around my waist. I wasn't too welcome at home anymore after that. I was pissed off because they couldn't accept that I was gay. I'm starting to realize now that it wasn't that I'm gay, it's because I'm an asshole. 

In one year I went through 7 lovers, each one finding me with another pair of legs around my waist. I think you're catching onto a common theme aren't you? Yeah, I cheated on every single lover I have ever had. I'm an asshole and I'm surprised I even found Rob. I'm surprised that Rob even wanted me in the first place. Rob...I really do miss him right now. Ugh, my chest feels like there's an elephant sitting on it. So hard to breathe... 

I met Rob in one of my third year classes. He was a bright kid; he had fantastic eyes for color. The design class was perfect for him and he got some of the best marks. I was jealous of him. But I was also really attracted to him. His long black hair was always tied up in a bun at the top of his head, and he wore black frames to hide his beautiful green eyes. His skin was pale, but not so much so. It was because he burnt easily and tried to stay out of the sun, he wasn't fond of skin cancer, he had told me. 

We had to do a group project once. The proff put us in groups; he said that the reasoning for that was because in the 'real world' you weren't going to get a chance to pick who you worked with. Some of us groaned and whined about who we were with, but I wasn't. I was with Rob. I was so happy that I just sat in my seat at the back of the room. I saw Rob looking around, looking for me. He walked up to the proff and the teacher looked up at me. I quickly looked down at the assignment page. We had to make a web page; the best and most effective page was going to be used for an actual company. It was a great resume opportunity. I looked up when I heard the sound of boots approaching. It was Rob. My beautiful Rob. 

He wore his favorite sweater, the black and gray stripped sweater and his white dress shirt and black jeans. His customary black leather boots were shiny and looked like they were brand new. He was smiling at me and reached his hand out for me to shake. "Hello," he said. Oh god his voice. His voice was soft and sweet. I instantly fell for him. I would've licked his boots if he asked me to. 

"Hi," I said my voice confidant as I looked into his painfully shy green eyes. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him underneath me, withering and crying out my name. 

"I guess we're working together, huh?" He shrugged as he sat beside me, crossing his sweet thin legs. He was amazing. Just the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. 

"I guess so," I smiled, "But that's not a bad thing is it?" I tucked a piece of my long hair behind my ears and he smiled and blushed a little. It was noticeable on his pale face. We talked about what we wanted to do with our project and we both had great ideas. I was going to do the lay out and he was going to do the color scheme and the rest we were going to do together. I was happy to be working with him, so happy that I asked him out for coffee. He eagerly said that he would be happy to. 

The coffee shop I took him too was closer to my place then his, which worked out in my favor because I wanted to take him home with me later anyways. The shop was a favorite of mine because it had a nice laid back atmosphere and really great tasting coffee and muffins. In fact that was where I got my breakfast each morning. 

"Oh, I always wanted to come here," he smiled. I let him pick our spot. 

As we were getting ready to order I asked him why he hadn't before. "I don't get out much," was all he said. It made me wonder why he didn't go out often, but I let it be. It was our first date after all. 

We had a great time, throughout that evening he kept rubbing his leg up and down my own. I knew he wanted me as well, but I really didn't want to screw things up with Rob. I really liked him, a lot. But each time he did it I smiled and I touched his hand. I drove him back to his small apartment and kissed him at his door. He said that he'd see me tomorrow and winked as he shut the door. I was so painfully erect that as soon as I got back to my place I ran into my bedroom and jacked off, cumming in less then three jerks. 

About now you must be thinking, 'wow you've changed a lot since your first year!' Well, no, not really. I was still fucking people, but they were all one night stands. I made sure to use the rubber and I wouldn't drink any cum. And I never let anyone touch me...back there. But the longer Rob and I worked together the more and more I wanted him to touch me there. There was something about him that made me feel so comfortable around him, and I really did care for him. But we never once had sex. We kissed, and talked and touched, but it was nothing that went beyond that. But I could tell that Rob was getting close, that he really wanted me as well. 

We handed in our project, and while we didn't win we got the second highest mark in the class. The Proff said that I fudged up the second page layout a bit and it wasn't completely user friendly. I apologized to Rob, saying how sorry I was for messing up our chances. He kissed me, open with tongue, and said that it was fine. That was the night we first had sex. I gently made love to him. He cried for it to be harder and faster and I happily obliged. 

We were dating for about five months. I hadn't cheated on him once in those five months and we were dating seriously, I was proud of myself. I thought, "Wow, Rob has really changed me." I was deeply in love with him and I could tell just by looking in his eyes that he was in love with me. I was going to give him my most precious gift. My virginity. 

It was after our weekly date in the coffee shop, I brought him to my place. We were kissing on the couch, my roommate was out with his girlfriend, and he moaned into my mouth. 

"Colt, I want you," he huffed, taking his shirt off. I could feel his erection pressing into my leg. I was nervous about asking him to take me, but I wanted him to be my first, and my only. 

"I...I want you Rob," I nibbled onto his ear. He pushed me back, with tears in his eyes. "Rob, I want you to take me." I was so nervous that it came out as a small whisper. I could tell that my face was bright red but I didn't care. I wanted him to know how much he meant to me, and that one little act told him all he needed to know. 

"Yes," was all he said as his kissed me. He took my hand and led me to my bedroom. As we sat down we slowly undressed each other taking our time to kiss any revealed skin. Once my jeans were pulled off he kissed my penis through my boxer briefs and said that I had the best cock ever. I chucked and told him that I liked him best. "Yeah?" He asked, looking into my eyes. I could feel the heat of his love just by looking back into his green orbs. 

"Yeah," I smiled taking his hand and kissing it. "I love you, Rob. I want you to take me." 

"I love you too, Colton." 

I couldn't believe how much it hurt when he started to push into me. But then again I did ask for it. He had three fingers in me when I moaned, "Rob, I need you in me now." I was in such a lusty haze I didn't stop to think how much it would hurt. He told me to take a deep breath and to push out and his penis head popped inside me. Rob was patient with me and waited till I said he could start moving. I felt very full with him in me. He was about 8" fully hard and I was about 7.5". We were both big boys, but he never complained when I was in him. And once he started to move I understood why. Once he hit my prostate I jumped out of my skin and yelled his name. It was amazing. Rob made slow love to me that night. 

We often took turns having sex with each other, cherishing the moments and the feelings. After university we found jobs at two different companies, and we were still dating. I still hadn't cheated on him and I felt it was time to seal us together. Marriage. I wanted Rob to be my husband. I wanted him for the rest of my life, and just him. When I asked him to marry me, he pulled me up from my knee and kissed me while whispering "yes" over and over again. 

When my parents finally met Rob they were satisfied that I was better and that Rob had finally tamed me. They agreed to help us with the wedding and they wanted Rob to call them Mom and Dad. 

Our wedding was small and sweet. We both wore white tux and we walked down the aisle together, holding hands. Rob looked absolutely beautiful. His long black hair was resting well below his shoulders and he wore contacts, letting everybody see his bright green eyes. They were no longer painfully shy, but instead showed all the love he had for me. At the end of the ceremony we kissed, it was the most intimate kiss I had ever had and I promised myself that I would never hurt my love. Never. 

When I got back to work every one congratulated me, saying how happy they were for me and my new husband. I couldn't stop smiling. Now you must be thinking, 'this is when the shit hits the fan, isn't it Colton?' And you would be right. I had a co-worker who kept making eyes at me. He was handsome, I won't deny it. He was chiseled like a Greek god and he wanted me. We had sex in the photo copy room. On the day that I got back to work. After my wedding. I wanted to puke. 

Why? After all that time? Why would it snap in me? I never wanted to hurt him, Rob was the love of my life and I cared for him more then myself. I wanted to protect him and not hurt him. But that's what had happened. I think he knew what happened from the very beginning, I started to distance myself from him. I didn't touch him, but instead I let him ravage me. He knew something was up, but never said anything. Maybe he knew what happened and just refused to accept it. Even I refused to accept it. I didn't want to hurt my baby. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him....Loved him. That's fucked up! It's not "loved" it's "love". Even now I still love him. I would do anything to make that moment disappear forever. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't know why I do it! Can I tell you a secret? I loved every one in my life. All my past lovers, even the boy I brought to my family for Thanksgiving. I wouldn't have brought him home if I hadn't. But out of all of them I loved Rob the most. I married him for fucksake! 

And to make matters worse, I told him while he was fucking me. 

"You did what?" He asked calmly as he pulled out. 

"I accidentally had sex with a co-worker," I whispered, looking down to the floor. 

"FUCK!" He jumped off the bed and looked at me, his bright green eyes looked down at me in despair. "FUCK! Colton, did you "accidentally" stick your dick in his ass? Did he "accidentally" beg for your cock as you pound into him? Did you "accidentally" forget our WEDDING vows?" He yelled. His voice wasn't soft, it was harsh and angry. He sounded very much like the man he really was. 

I had nothing to say to him. I knew that there was nothing that I could say to make it any better. "How long has this been going on? How long have you been cheating on me?" He whispered. I don't think he wanted to know. Truth was it was a one night stand and it didn't make me feel good. But it wouldn't have mattered anyways. "I thought you loved me..." 

"I do love you, please believe me..." I started to cry. I finally hurt him. My life was repeating its self. I was a horrible person. 

"I wish I could, Colton. I really wish I could." He was freakishly calm and pointed to the door. "I want you gone, please. I can't trust you anymore." 

"Please! Give me a second chance! I love you Rob!" I cried even harder when he slapped me across the face then started to pack my bags. 

I was in the streets looking for a hotel that night. I had officially ruined my life. 

Things didn't get better either. And you're probably thinking 'serves you right, asshole'. But I really wanted something to make me smile. I felt like my life was over and it killed me on the inside each day knowing that I ruined the best thing that has ever happened to me. At work I got fired. My boss found out what happened and didn't like it because I guess I fucked his lover. At least I wasn't the only cheating asshole out there, but it didn't make me feel better. I was living in a hotel, my parents had disowned me when Rob phone and told them what had happened and I got devoice papers, personally from Rob. He didn't look me in the eyes, but instead he calmly said, "I think it's time we move on, Colton." 

He gave me the ring on his left had before he left. I wanted to kill myself, but I knew that was giving me a mercy I didn't deserve. 

I got a phone call today. I answered my cell phone while I was job searching, it didn't say who it was and I was shocked when the person on the other line introduced themselves from the hospital. 

"Hello, my name is Amy from the General Hospital. Are you Colton Stag?" 

"Yes?" 

"Robert Deseray has you listed as his husband, is that correct?" I was shocked, Rob didn't send in the files. We were still married. 

"Yes. Is something the matter? What happened?" I asked, something had happened to Rob and I wanted to be there for him. 

"I regret to inform you that Robert just passed away." I wanted to punch this "Amy from the General Hospital". How could she say that Rob was dead? He was fine just a few months ago... "We would like you to come to the hospital to fill in some forms for us. Please come in as soon as you can." 

"Yeah...Of course I'll be there in 20 minutes..." 

"Thank you. We are truly sorry for your loss Mr. Stag." As soon as she hung up I burst into tears. It wasn't fair! Why does he die? He didn't deserve to die, he was a great man and he should have lived for years and years... 

Once at the hospital I felt numb. People were bumping into me, but I couldn't feel it. I walked up to the desk and told them my name and why I was there. The ladies at the desk gave my hand a pat as they gave me the forms. Things were happening so fast I couldn't really tell you what I was signing and why. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see Rob for the last time. 

"Can I see him?" I croaked. The ladies nodded and showed me the way to the morgue. They ran into the doctor who was on his case and he brought me instead. He was cold when he found out who I was. 

The doctor took Rob out of his cooling case. 

"I'll give you a few minutes." 

"What happened?" I asked, looking at Rob. His skin was pale, worse then usual, his lips were blue and thankfully his eyes were closed. I couldn't bare to see what those green orbs looked like now. His body was covered by a white cloth from his neck down. 

"Looks like suicide. His cut his wrists in the bath tub. His mother found him laying in a tub with his wrists open, not moving." I looked into the asshole doctors' face, right into his eyes. 'Where the hell were you, fag? If he's your husband, where were you when he tried to die?' He didn't say it out loud but I could see it. I know that's what he was thinking. The doctor had a call and said he would be right back. I took that moment to look at him, at Rob. 

I pulled his cold arm out to see the damage. He had cut deep into his wrists, over and over again. I imagine it was because of our devoice. I started to cry. 

"I love you Rob. I really, really do love you...Please forgive me, Rob. Please..." I kissed his dead cold lips and fell to the ground sobbing. The doctor came back in a rush and shooed me out. He had an emergency he needed to attend to. 

I started to drive home. It was dark and it started to rain lightly. Nothing heavy and I could have seen out the window. I could have. If I wasn't crying to hard. Before I knew it, I was driving on the wrong side of the lane. Head to head collision. I was thrown into a ditch. Ahh, now I remember. I'm laying in a ditch, my car is pining me to the ground and I think there's a piece of glass in my chest. Some where. 

It's getting real hard to breathe now. I wish I was at home making love to Robert right now. I wish I was there, holding him and telling him how much I love him. I wish we could have started a family. I wish I wish I wish. 

I ruined my chance. 

I love you, Rob. I really, really do. Please, believe me. 

I love you.



Robert



I leaned in instinctively, our lips met in a passionate embrace. My beautiful, longtime crush and I at last had our moment. As our tongues danced, I savoured the taste and the feel of his tongue on mine.

His hands ran around my neck as he pulled me more and more into him. He was always a gentleman though, gentle and romantic in his touch. I knew where he wanted this to go but what he didn't know was that I wanted the same thing.

Sure, it was only our first kiss but I had dreamt of Robert fucking me since the first time we spoke. There was something about him something so handsome and enchanting. He wasn't an asshole but he was confident and wasn't quiet or boring either. He was a smart guy but still the hottest guy I knew. He was such a gent however that I knew he wouldn't make the move and I wanted him to so badly.

We continued to suck each others' faces and I was having the time of my life but the furthest that Robert's hands got was my waist. My pussy was wet and I was secretly hoping it'd show through my tight tracksuit bottoms.

I then realised that it was going nowhere and so to neat things up, I launched into Robert's neck. Sucking and nibbling on his soft skin, he threw his head back in ecstacy and then began reciprocating. He gently placed his lips on my neck and started to make my pussy feel as though it'd drown in its own juice.

Just then I knew I had to make a move but we were still in public. I crept my hand down from around his neck and firmly grasped the inside of his thigh. He paused his sucking instantaneously, only to recommence as he gave in to my touch. My fingers tickled the imprint of his ballsack and I could feel a hardness growing as he grinded his body up to mine.

I then took his hand from my waist and forced it onto my ass. He then got a firm grasp of my delectable ass. We both continued to feast on each other's necks but we both knew that we were going to take things much further.

Robert then gently removed me from him and then clasped my hand and crept in behind a dilapidated, rusty gate near our bus stop. As I stood against the wall, we both grinned, me admiring his perfect smile. We then locked into each other again but he was much more enthusiastic with his hands. He grasped my ass again and sent his other hand to the underside of my boob, circling it ticklishly with his finger.

I let out a little involuntary moan and he grinned again.

"Hey sexy," he said.

"Hey," I replied coyly, keeping the moment sultry as I grasped his crotch.

There I caught my first touch of a cock, of a man. He gasped in pure delight. I then rid him of his coat and he gifted me with a nibble on my ear. Next, I undid his top button, my hands trembling with hornyness. I continued pulling his jumper over his head and using his tie to pull us together for a deep, sensual kiss.

I then undid the last button on his shirt and his upper body was revealed. He wasn't bulky but he had commanding amounts of muscles, his chest wall pale and lightly freckled around the collarbone but two delicious, large, ruby red nipples lay either side of his beautiful physique. A defined torso and faint but still impressive six pack held pride of place on Robert and what was better was his he knew just how hot he was!

Robert then suddenly yanked down my tracksuit bottoms, revealing my sapping wet, baby pink parties.

"Somebody wants it," whispered Robert seductively.

I really did want it and I needed him to hurry up with it. He cupped and twaddled my clit from the fabric of my panties, making me moan and grunt but what I really wanted was his cock. Then, just as he did to me, I yanked down his pants but I also took his underwear.

His manhood was revealed, it was perfect. It was just flawless, not a blemish in sight, feint veins and a bulbous head at the end of his 8 inch manstick. It was nestled is a sandy blonde, forest of wispy pubes that defined masculinity. 

I had dreamt of this moment for so long and now that it was happening, I was speechless. He looked nervous, as if he was waiting for approval, all I could do was smile.

At this point, Robert's animalistic urges had taken over and he knelt down to me and gripped the lace of my panties with his teeth. I loved that he was finally beginning to act like a man. With one swift pull, my pussy was exposed.

He gave it a gentle, passionate kiss. I was so wet the juices were all over his a face. He then took off my top and got me down to my bra.

"You should know I'm a tits man," he said.

I giggled and then allowed him to undo the button. He gasped as my firm, perky 32C boobies were exposed. He immediately launched his tongue on the erect nipples. Swirling it over and back while grasped the other. I was in pure ecstasy, after years of longing over this boy or any boy for that matter, he was going to take me.

I then felt as though he was doing too much of the work so I pushed him off me. He at first looked confused but knew exactly what was happening when I got down on my knees.

"I won't bite," I said as I beckoned him towards me. He looked nervous but I had always dreamt of having a cock to suck. As it grew closer and closer, I again appreciated its mammoth size and girth. I flicked my tongue over the bulbous head, taking some precum from the pissslit. He let a groan of delirium.

I then put my lips over the bead and sucked as best I could. I slowly inched down more and more onto his piece of meat. I was just about to gag when he pushed my head down further, sending his cock into the depths of my throat. This wasn't a Robert I had known before, and I loved him.

I savored the taste, the feeling, the sheer girth in my mouth, the intimacy of the moment as he stuffed my mouth with himself. I then took his manhood in my hands, the girth, the veins, the musty scent, it all sent me into overdrive.

I needed to have him. I gave him a look but he looked despondent.

"I've no condoms," he said.

"Don't worry babe, I'm on birth control and I want all that cum of yours up my sweet virgin pussy".

"Well it'll be virgin dick that gives it to you". I had always assumed Robert would have gotten the shag at some point before this but maybe the other girls just weren't as cock hungry as I was. 

I arched my back to kiss Robert again. I loved him. I wanted him so bad.

"Don't be gentle," I whispered.

I lay on the wet, damp, grassy ground and braced myself. He first crouched over me, trying to find his entry into my vag.

As he entered me, I squealed. He gasped. Before I knew it, he was fucking me unmercifully. With each thrust I moaned deliriously, obsessed with the pain and the man on top of me.

I began to quiver, my body shuddering with pleasure. His cock was engulfed in my pussy's seemingly endless flow of juices. His eyes were closed and he began to gasp. My vag tightened and I braced myself. Just as I entered my earthshaking orgasm, so did he. His cum flew from his big loverod and into my sweet little pussy. My life was complete.



Robert and Carrie Back Together



Carrie pushed back from the desk, eyes bleary and tired. She'd spent the day working with her supervisor, Nancy, finishing end-of-month reports and logs for the small school in rural Texas – she was tired of staring at the computer screen and scratching notes with her pencil. Her mind, however, was in overdrive.

Since early that morning Robert had been going through her mind. His touch, his half-cocky smile, the way he could stare at her and make her think of the things he would be doing to her when they were alone. She'd been waiting for this day for four long weeks –the last time they'd seen each other. 

As she'd shaved her legs that morning, Carrie had thought of his hands going over them later that night. "I hope he appreciates all the hard work I put into this," she thought as she spread lotion over her smooth legs. 

Pulling her small cotton panties over her smooth hips, she thought of his hands and how they'd feel as they pulled them aside that night. A small smile played across her lips as she put on her bra. "He has no clue what's in store for him," she muttered to herself while putting on her small charcoal plaid skirt. A tight red top completed her clothes. While brushing her hair, she looked in the mirror. "I hope he likes what I'm wearing!" she murmured to no one in particular. Tights and black shoes rounded out her complete outfit. It was exactly as she'd described to him, and she hoped he'd like it. 

Carrie's mind snapped back to the present. "Let's get out of here!" Nancy exclaimed as she packed up the rest of the small pile of paperwork into her briefcase.

"Great idea!" said Carrie, knowing that it was just a matter of a few hours until she got to kiss him, feel his breath on her neck, feel his hands in her hair and on her face.

Carrie had ridden back from the small school to Nancy's house in relative silence. Aside from the small chit-chat that she and Nancy usually shared, she really hadn't spoken too much. Her mind had kept wandering to the last time they had been together, the wonderful night they had spent together after his birthday dinner. Her nipples pressed out from her body and she could feel herself getting excited, the butterflies building as she thought of the excitement that was to come later that night. It was a good thing her bra was padded.

"Here we are!" Nancy let out with a little sigh of relief as she pulled into her driveway. "The week is over!"

"Yup. Have a great weekend, Nancy. Thank you so much for the opportunity to work on this financial information. I'm really learning a lot."

"No problem. You're a quick study!" Nancy replied. "You have a great weekend, too. What are you doing, anyhow?"

"I'm headed down to Dallas to pick up Robert right now, actually. He's spending the weekend here, out at my grandparents' place."

"Oh! How fun! Have a great time! See you Monday!"

"I will. See you then." Carrie turned to walk to her Camaro, sliding into the driver's seat with a sigh. "She has no idea how much fun tonight is going to be," she thought, pulling away from Nancy's house. As she turned on to Highway 287 South to Dallas, she turned up the radio. As usual, it was the dance station from Dallas. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel in beat with the music, singing along and turning it up when it came to a song she really loved. Carrie sped off to Dallas, ready for a wonderful evening with the man she loved...

Robert sighed to himself, looking at the clock in the bottom-right corner of his computer screen. The minutes and hours had been going by so slowly that morning. He was too excited to concentrate on his work but he knew he had to get something done. He turned back to his desk to look at the drawing that had been plaguing him for weeks. It was no use. Every time he looked at the drawing, his mind would wander – remembering her smile, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her soft skin under his hands, remembering the shadow of her touch on his body as she moved beneath him. It was too much for him, and he turned back to the computer screen.

"At least I wore jeans today," he thought as his cock struggled to make its way free of his boxers. "If I was wearing slacks today, I'd be hard-pressed to stand up and get a cup of coffee."

Robert was amazed by the effect she had on him. He'd never been with a woman who could captivate his mind and his body as she did. Even during weeks when he knew he wasn't going to see her his mind would wander to her while he was at work; this week he'd been more than distracted – today he was useless. "I'm never going to get this done," he sighed to himself. 

"What'd you say?" came an inquiry from the girl in the next cube.

"Nothing, Michelle, just thinking out loud – as usual."

"Okay!" she replied in her usual chipper manner.

Robert returned to the drawing on his computer. He was making changes on paper, then translating them onto the computer. He couldn't concentrate on any one thing for more than a few minutes, though, unless it was her, so he just gave up and started surfing the internet. A glance at the clock showed it was nearly noon. "Just a little more than an hour, my love, then I come to see you," he said to her in his mind. That hour was agonizingly slow. There was no one else in the office. It was Friday in the office, after all. He found himself thinking back to that morning.

He had woken up, as usual, to the sound of his phone ringing. He loved the way she called him in the mornings. There really was nothing better to him than waking up to the sound of his siren's voice. They'd chatted for a while, both of them excited to hear one another's voice in the morning. "See you later!" they'd both hurried to say, giggling to one another over the phone. "We always get excited about saying that," he remembered with a smile. The days when one flew to see the other were always exciting, and they had little things they said to celebrate them.

He'd rolled out of bed, thinking longingly back to the last time she'd been in his bed and the incredible night they'd shared. She'd been insatiable that night, wanting to go again and again, making him feel like an incredible lover. He wondered if she'd ever been like that before. She said she rarely got into that kind of mood, and he was grateful he'd been there to experience it.

As he showered, he thought of the things they might do on this trip. He knew about the movie and the symphony, but he was really hoping they'd get to spend some time alone. The last trip down there hadn't been the greatest, and he was ready to have to some fun in the great state of Texas. Robert hoped they would get to have some fun on the drive back to her hometown, but he never expected what would happen later on that night.

Robert got out of the shower and toweled himself dry. As he went into the bedroom, he pulled on his light red plaid boxers, his lucky ones, and smiled to himself. He drew a white undershirt over his head, a 'wife-beater' as she had always jokingly referred to it. He pulled on his jeans and went back into the bathroom to shave and brush his teeth. Robert shaved with precision that morning – he knew that his whiskers could hurt the soft skin on Carrie's neck. 

After brushing his teeth, Robert went back into the bedroom to put on his red polo shirt. It was his standard Friday garb during football season. His black Doc Martin steel-toed shoes felt heavy on his feet like they always did after he laced them up. 

He went back to the bathroom, threw some gel in his hair, and went back to the bedroom to turn off the lights. He looked around to make sure he had everything he needed for his trip. As he put the last of his toiletries into his suitcase, Robert smiled to himself. "This is it! I get to go see her!" He went around the house, turning off lights, changing the thermostat, and locking up. Soon he was ready to go. 

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be gone by now?" Michelle asked him. 

Robert woke up from his daydream. "Shit!" he shouted under his breath. It was 1:00, and he was supposed to be gone already. "Thanks!" he yelled back over his shoulder as he went out the door. 

"Have a great weekend!" Michelle yelled back to him, giving a wink to another girl in the office. "That girl must be special," she thought to herself. "He sure does seem smitten with her."

Robert ran down the stairs and hopped into his car. The engine roared to life as he turned the key. He backed out of the parking lot and lit out down the road, his exhaust pipes roaring. His pulse was racing as he tore down the highway. He was on his way to see her!

Carrie pulled onto I-35, merging with traffic like an old pro. Her mind had wandered the entire time she was driving to Dallas. She kept thinking of how much she wanted to make him happy this weekend. She certainly thought that the ride home could make his weekend in the first few hours if everything went to plan. 

She looked up, seeing the sign for DFW. Carrie merged into the traffic full of shuttle buses, harried travelers, businessmen, and other people on their ways to pick up loved ones. Suddenly, the Nokia theme burst out in the cabin of the car. She picked up the phone and looked at the number. "Robert Cell"

Her heart leapt! He had already landed! "Hi shnookie pookie!" she called out to him.

"Hi honey!" he called right back. "I'm at gate A24. Where are you?"

"I'm just pulling in to the airport, schnookums! I'll be there in a sec!"

"Okay, waiting here with bated breath!...Oh! I see you!"

"Where are you?"

"Up ahead of you, about 100 yards up."

"Ok. Bye!"

"Bye!"

Carrie spotted him up ahead, standing by himself under the yellowish lights. Robert looked just as she'd remembered, only his hair was a touch shorter. He was wearing an outfit she'd seen him in before, one she liked. She could hardly wait to get her hands on him. Carrie pulled up to the curb and put the car in park.

Robert's heart went up in his throat as he saw her pull up. Carrie got out of the Camaro, coming around the back to open the hatch for his suitcase. She was even more beautiful than he remembered – her creamy skin, piercing eyes, and amazingly naturally colored hair riveted him to the spot. He noticed she was wearing exactly what she'd told him she'd be wearing. She was right, the outfit was wonderful. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her. Her legs looked amazing in the tights, and he couldn't believe the way her shirt and bra accentuated her natural curves. He had to have her.

Robert stood his suitcase up at the back of her car and stopped her from opening the hatch. "Wait," he said. She looked up into his eyes and then moved towards him. They kissed, each experiencing a bit of release from reality in the kiss. Robert moved his hands up to cradle her face, moving them slowly up her body and finally cupping her jaw with his hands. He slid them to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him, pressing his lips against hers, feeling her tongue probe his mouth. He was in ecstasy.

Carrie pressed her body against him, loving the feel of it against hers. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body and he caressed her neck and now her body with his hands. She moved her hands up his body, pausing to rest them for a moment on chest. She then gently pushed him back, making him look at her with a slightly hurt look.

"Just wait. We have the whole weekend ahead of us," she said.

With that, Carrie turned her head up, gave him a quick kiss, threw his suitcase in the back of the car, then kissed him again, softly, then parted quickly and told him to get in the car.

Robert opened the car door and sat down with a glazed look in his eyes. Carrie got in and leaned over the center console to kiss him again. Robert turned and kissed her, first moving his hand to the back of her head, then bringing it back down to rub the back of her left leg, sliding it up to cup her ass. Carrie gasped as if in shock, but this was just what she wanted. She let him wander with his hands a little more, enjoying the feel of them on her body. She drew back just a little, looked Robert in the eye, and said, "Hold on there! We have a long drive ahead. Let's not get too worked up!"

Robert drew back and sat back in his seat. "Of course she's right," he thought, but he still didn't want that kiss to end. The feel of her firm skin under his hands had only helped to work him into a frenzy. This was going to be a long ride back.

Carrie smiled to herself as she pulled away from the curb. "I've got him right where I want him," she thought.

They chit-chatted about the usual stuff on the first part of the drive – how their respective days went, what the weather was going to be like, what they'd be doing over the course of the weekend besides sex.

Robert began to relax and sink into his seat. The long drive let his mind wander, and he started dreaming about some of the fantasies he sometimes thought of when he lay in bed at night. Carrie on top of him in his bed. Carrie moving against them as they made love on the beach. Carrie giving him head while he drove the car. Carrie jumping him in the back seat of a car.

A sudden sharp corner startled him from his dreaming. He looked around and noticed that it was quite dark out and he could see stars through the t-tops in Carrie's car. He also noticed that his hand was on Carrie's thigh. Her wonderfully soft thigh. Her thigh covered in black tights! He could feel himself getting excited as he thought about what lay inches from his hands. Robert began to move his hand rhythmically along her thigh, tracing his way up and down it, never too high, never straying too far under Carrie's skirt. After a few minutes of this, he grew a little bolder and decided to see how far up her tights went. He could feel her heat radiating on his hand as he moved to the point where he touched the flesh of her leg. "My god, she's hot," he thought to himself. Aside from that, she wasn't stopping him. Robert grew ever bolder, and willed himself to touch her panties.

Carrie smiled to herself even as the butterflies rose in her belly. This was exactly what she had hoped for. She could feel Robert's hand starting to trace its way along her leg again, then slide back up it to her center. God, she couldn't wait to have him inside her! She suddenly felt Robert slide her little cotton panties to the side and begin to play with her with his fingers. She was shocked that he would go so far, but there was no way she was going to stop him. 

Robert smiled to himself as he played with Carrie. He could feel the heat and wetness and knew she was thinking the same thing he was. He wasn't too shocked when Carrie headed for the next off-ramp. She pulled off the main highway, then proceeded to drive out into the country, out into what seemed to be a maze of dirt roads. 

"Do you know where you're going?" Robert asked.

"Of course I do! I grew up here, didn't I?"

Robert shrugged, thinking more of what might be to come. 

Carrie pulled off to the side of the road and parked, shutting off the car and moving her hand from the ignition to Robert's thigh. She gasped when she ran her hand up his leg and felt him throbbing against the material of his jeans. She practically jumped across the seat in her desire to kiss him!

Their lips finally met, pushing against one another as their hands roamed one another's body. Carrie felt his sharp intake of breath as she brushed his penis through his jeans again and again while exploring his body. Robert could hear from Carrie's moans that she enjoyed the feeling of his hands against her breasts, the feeling of his fingers as they danced across her pelvis. 

Carrie shifted subtly in her seat, shrugging off her seat belt in the process. Robert had lost his long ago. She used the new found freedom to face Robert completely, kissing him deeply as each tongue danced in the other's mouth. 

Her hands roamed across his neck and chest, occasionally rubbing his cock through his pants. Her kisses trailed down his neck as she nibbled and sucked on it, making him gasp. Her hands worked at his belt buckle as he pushed her gently backward to get a better angle at her neck. He kissed her deeply, then moved down to the crook of her neck, kissing and licking her there like he knew she enjoyed. His hands roamed over her breasts and though her hair. Her moans and sighs of desire only increased his heartbeat as her hands found their way past his buckle and through his pants. She had unzipped him and his penis was free to the air in the car. 

Robert began to move his hands down her belly to her soft, moist center. Carrie held her breath in anticipation as her pushed her panties to the side. Slowly he slid one finger inside her, marveling at how slick she was, how hot to the touch. Carrie moved her hips back and forth against his finger as she began to gently stroke Robert's cock. They stayed this way for a few minutes, their haggard breathing the only sound filling the car. 

Suddenly she sat back. "This isn't going to work," she said.

"What???" Robert exclaimed.

Carrie opened the door and walked around to the other side of the car. When Robert realized that she meant to get in on his side he quickly pushed his pants to his ankles with his shoes still on. He leaned his seat all the way back, allowing Carrie room to maneuver. Carrie leaned in over him.

"Sit still," she said softly.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, eliciting a soft laugh from her.

Carrie slowly threw her right leg over the passenger's seat, placing her foot behind the seat. She then moved in and put her left foot behind the seat, also, straddling both Robert and the seat, almost as if she was hugging the seat with her legs. Robert leaned forward to pull the door closed, and it shut with a soft click. Carrie reached down between their bodies and pulled her panties to the side. Robert held his cock in place as she slowly lowered herself onto him, enjoying the fullness she gave him. Both lovers drew in their breath as she slid further onto his cock, the sensations driving them wild. When Carrie reached the bottom of him, they both let out a long sigh of pleasure.

She slowly began to rock back on forth on his cock, not truly riding up and down on him, but rubbing him all over her insides. The sensations she experienced were incredible. Robert pulled her towards him and buried his face in her neck, one hand behind her head, the other grasping at her ass as it slid back and forth across his lap. Robert could hear her breathing become labored as he nibbled and sucked on her neck. 

Carrie rocked harder and harder against his cock, using it to bring both of them pleasure. Her face was wrenched in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her breathing was becoming more labored as Robert began to use both his hands to move her ass back and forth against his cock. He could tell by the way she moaned and tensed against him that she was ready to come. The sensation of her gripping his cock was too much for him, and he let go in a burst, moaning loudly, and gasping out, "I love you!"

Carrie began to buck on top of him, writhing in the throes of an orgasm. Her entire body tensed as she held onto Robert tightly. She whispered back to him, "I love you, too."

They both sat there, Robert still inside her, for several minutes as they gathered their breath and gently kissed one another. "I missed you," Carrie whispered after a few minutes.

"I missed you, too" Robert whispered back. 

Carrie gently leaned back to open the door. As she slowly moved off of Robert, his cock slid out of her. They both felt a sense of loss as their connection was ended. As she walked to the other side of the car, Robert pulled up his pants and tucked in his shirt. Carrie smoothed her clothes as she walked around. She slid into the driver's seat and started the car. 




Robert and Clara



The snow fell outside, locking them into Clara's house. They relaxed in front of the fire, and finished off the bottle of brandy.

An ember spat and jumped out of the grate. Robert reached out a toe and kicked it back into the fireplace. Silence reigned. They both sipped their cognac. It should have been peaceful, but a tension gripped him.

"There is one thing I regret," Clara said suddenly. "I hear married ladies whispering and laughing about the intimacies of the bedroom, and it annoys me that they know something I don't."

He looked at her, startled. She continued, staring at the fire. "I've read the books, of course, and - " She broke off, flushing darkly. "But I think it's not the same. I hate not knowing."

"No," he said. It's not the same as in books." 

"I was afraid of that."

He paused. "What books have you been reading?"

She waved a hand. "The usual ones." She looked at him. "Pray tell me, sir, how is it different from what one reads in the books? What does the marital embrace feel like?"

Afterwards, he couldn't have said what prompted it, just that it was the only possible answer. "I'm not good with words." Holding her eyes, he said "Why don't I show you?"

Startled, she asked "Do you mean -?"

"Yes."

She went utterly still for so long that he began to sweat. Finally she asked "Why?"

"I want to," he said, surprising himself. He hadn't realised how true it was until this moment. If she said no, something within him would die. Somehow, she had become important to him.

"Now?" 

"When better? Your servants must be in bed by now. No-one is looking for us. We may never get another chance." 

She continued to stare at him. Without warning, she smiled. "Then – yes."

He was caught between elation and urgency. He wanted to pounce on her, but feared that she would back out. "Take off your cap," he said. Obediently, she pulled off the monstrosity that hid her hair and half her face. Underneath, a huge mass of hair was hidden, darker in colour than he had expected.

"Take out the pins," he breathed.

She pulled out a few pins and shook her head. A swathe of long hair fell around her shoulders and down her back. He stared. The brown hair caught reflections of the fire and shone red and gold. Without the cap distracting the eye, her face looked different, sharper and stronger. And younger.

"What age are you?" he asked, too startled to be tactful.

"Thirty two." She was not coy about it. "What did you think?"

He had enough wit left not to say a number. "Older than that. That cap adds years."

"I know. That's why I wear it."

"You should burn it."

She looked amused, but shook her head. "It serves its purpose." She raked her fingers through her hair. "Now what?"

"Now." He allowed anticipation to colour his words. "Now we go to bed." He rose to his feet, but didn't allow himself to touch her yet. 

She rose too, and put the guard in front of the fire. She picked up a small branch of candles, and he was pleased to see a slight tremble in her hand. Not as composed as she pretended. Good.

She led the way upstairs. The runner on the stairs deadened the sound of his booted footsteps. She opened the door to her room and invited him in. 

He looked around in wonder. This was not the bedroom of a dreary spinster. The bed was huge, with frame of mahogany that had been carved into fantastical creatures. It looked solid enough to take his weight without a squeak and was littered with plump pillows. The bedside cabinet was piled high with books. There was no other clutter.

She put down the candelabra, and turned to him, the perfect hostess. "The dressing screen is over there Do you need - "

He interrupted her. "Take off your clothes." 

She blinked, but he didn't relent. He wasn't going to allow her to control this. "You wanted the experience. This is part of it. So take off your clothes," he repeated. 

He didn't know why he was doing this. He was a gentle and considerate lover. She would baulk and back out, and likely send him home in the snow. But here, in this bedchamber, he couldn't allow her to take control. 

She obeyed. 

Her hands went to the laces of her dress, and began to loosen them. He didn't offer to help, just stood there watching her. Her fingers shook slightly, but he said nothing to reassure her. In the silence, her shaking increased.

The dress fell to the floor. She wore only a light chemise under it. "That too," he said hoarsely.

She untied the ribbons that held it beneath her breasts, then pulled it off over her head. With one motion, she was standing naked before him.

He choked. He strangled an oath as he stared at her. Whatever he had been expecting, it was not this. 

Clothed, she was stocky and dumpy. Naked, she was extraordinary. Generous breasts, plump and round and tipped with brown nipples, trembled with each breath. Beneath them, her waist narrowed into a curve that tempted the hands. Then her hips flared out into a bountiful sweep, with a patch of dark curls pointing down to smooth long legs.

"You're a goddess." It was true. How could this body have been concealed so completely? 

She stood there, still holding her chemise, not trying to conceal herself. "You're still dressed," she observed.

"Yes. Now lie on the bed." He knew his voice was harsh. "I want to look at you."

She moved, with small footsteps to the bed, and climbed up the steps. Awkwardly, she lay down. "Is this -?"

"Yes. Now shut up." Her eyes flashed defiance, but she obeyed. He leaned in, and drew one finger down her ribs.

She flinched at the first unexpected contact, then went still, absorbing the sensation. She moaned. He drew his fingers over the curve of her belly. She moaned again, this time louder.

"That's it. Show me what you like." He traced her entire body with his fingertips, avoiding only her breasts and between her legs. His fears that she would skitter away like a nervous virgin were unfounded. She lay there like a courtesan, absorbing the pleasure he lavished on her.

He listened to the sounds she made, unknowingly guiding him to her most sensitive areas. When he stroked her belly, she made a low humming in her throat. Along her thighs the sound rose higher. When he drew his fingernails down her rib, she squealed and flinched. He stopped.

"Do that again," she panted. 

He obliged, and she made a high keening sound.

He couldn't get enough of this. Her skin was like velvet, he couldn't keep his hands off her. He stroked and teased and scraped. 

She writhed against the bed. "Again," she panted.

"Don't speak," he told her. "You can make noises, but no words." He had no idea why he was doing this, he just knew that it felt right. She fell silent.

Finally, he touched her breast. It was as soft as it looked, warm and resilient. It was irresistible, and he fell on both breasts, caressing and kneading. Finally, for the first time that night, he kissed her, on the right breast. She twisted in response.

He drew her nipple into his mouth. She might have been made for him, everything about her seemed the perfect size. He sucked and she keened in response. He did it again, trying to drive the note higher. 

When she was writhing mindlessly against the bed covers, he stopped. "Open your legs," he ordered.

Again, she obeyed. He took her other nipple into his mouth and moved his hand down, tangling in the silky curls, then moving lower. She went still for a second, then opened her legs wider. 

She was wet, so wet. The scent of her, rich and musky, went to his head. He could not stop touching her, learning her. He found the spot that made her flinch, then raise her hips to his hand. The noises she was making grew more high pitched and urgent.

He sucked harder, and used his hand to drive her on. The tension in her body grew tighter and tighter as she writhed against him. 

Finally, when he knew she was about to burst and had opened her mouth to scream, he covered it with his own mouth and swallowed the sound. She went rigid for endless seconds, then relaxed.

He watched her, enthralled.

Finally, she opened her eyes. "There you are," she said sleepily. Then she snapped to attention. "You're still dressed."

"Not for long," he growled and tugged his clothes off. It was difficult getting his breeches off, he was as hard as rock. When had his boots got so difficult? 

Finally he was naked and ready to join her in the bed. "Stop," she said. "I want to look at you." He stood there, in almost the same position as she had been, and allowed her to look her fill. 

Her eyes caressed him, lingering on the patch of dark red hair on his chest, and moving down his tense arms and legs, the muscles pumped and ready for action. Finally, she focused on his manhood, which was brushing his navel. Under her wide eyes, it grew even thicker. 

"Satisfied?" he asked thickly. He was amazed he could still control his voice. 

"No. But I'm sure I soon will be." She smiled and drew back the bedclothes.

He leaped into bed and grabbed her. He was long past the point of being slow or gentle. He claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss, and hauled her body tightly against his. 

She strained against him eagerly, running her hands up and down his back, trying to learn him as he had learned her. But he hadn't the patience for that. 

He dragged his mouth from her, nipped her earlobe, and nibbled his way down her neck. "Next time," he gasped before sucking her nipple again. He moved, forcing her thighs apart and making a space for himself.

He wanted to be slow and careful, but something about this woman demanded everything. He positioned himself and plunged. 

She gasped. 

There was a moment of narrowness, of difficulty, then it was past and he was home. She surrounded him with heat, scalding and intoxicating. He tried to slow down, to savour it, but his hips were beyond his control and lunged into her, over and over. 

He was afraid he was hurting her, then her thighs came up around him and she dug her nails into his buttocks. "Harder." He hardly recognised her voice.

He released the last tenuous shreds of his control and drove into her again and again as she urged him on. His orgasm rose like fire at the base of his spine, and he was powerless to stop it. 

It burst from him in an endless stream and pumped into her. He barely managed to muffle his roar against her mouth. He was just about aware that she was with him all the way.

He collapsed. He just managed to roll off her and pull her into his arms before he fell asleep. 



Robert and Clara - Bathtime



The arrival of the Earl of Oxbridge and his lady at the George and Dragon caused more excitement than the freak show with the pig faced lady. Ned Briarly, the peddler who had found them limping at the side of the road and given them a lift to the village, basked in the reflected glory and didn't have to pay for a drink for the rest of the week.

The Earl lived up to everyone's expectations of what a real life Earl would be like. Even dripping wet and supporting a lady so cold she was turning blue, he exuded authority. He demanded that a roaring fire be set in their best room, that a hip bath and a dozen buckets of hot water should be prepared, that wine and food should be brought up and that the local magistrate should be called to deal with the highwaymen who had robbed them. 

Robert himself couldn't care less what the locals thought. All he wanted was to get Clara warm again. Her lips were turning blue and her teeth were chattering so hard he feared she'd break them.

Once inside, he dismissed all the servants, tested the water in the hip bath, and stripped Clara. The tapes on her dress had tightened into knots, so he just ripped it off her. She didn't utter a word of protest, which worried him more. 

He picked her up and put her down in the bath. She squealed in protest. "Too hot. I'm burning," she said.

"It's luke warm, not hot at all. You are so cold. Sit down and let it take the chill out of you." 

She did. When she was lying back against the linen covered edge of the bath, he picked up a bucket of hot water and carefully poured that in. Then he did the same again with a second bucket. Her teeth still chattered but her skin was beginning to pinken. He poured her some wine, then took the hot poker from the fire and plunged it into the tankard. When the wine was hot, he handed it to her. While she was drinking, he more hot water to her bath. 

She handed him back the empty tankard. "I shouldn't be drinking in the bath."

It was the first sensible thing she had said since they crawled out of the river, but he frowned at her. "Yes, you should. You need to get warm again." Robert refilled it with more hot wine and handed it back to her. "Drink it all." She obeyed, and he poured in another bucket of hot water.

"You do know you're committed now?" he said. "You've just allowed me to claim you as my lady in front of the whole town of Newbridge without a single protest. You have to marry me now."

She choked, and he caught her tankard before it could spill into the bath. She glared at him. "You're relentless. Do you ever give up?"

"Not when there's something I want. And I want you." He took the tankard out of her hand and refilled it. Her skin was now bright red.

"What about Isabelle?" she asked in the most uncertain voice he had ever heard from her.

"That bitch!" He poured himself some wine, opened his coat and sat on the floor beside her.

To his consternation, her eyes filled with tears. "Clara, what's wrong? I didn't mean to distress you."

She tried to wipe the tears with the hand holding the tankard. "You're a big, stupid," she paused, searching for the word, "MAN. And I thought you were in love with Isabelle."

"Does this mean you could love me a little?"

"I have for a long time, you overbearing oaf, and I knew you didn't love me." He leaned over and kissed her. Her mouth opened eagerly for him and she put the arm not holding the tankard around his neck to pull him closer. She tasted of wine and passion and he couldn't resist deepening the kiss. It was like coming home.

Only the chill of her skin stopped him hauling her out of the bath and into his bed. He broke off, and fetched another bucket of hot water.

"Look," he exclaimed. "Your breasts are floating."

She glared at him. "And this is why you are still single at the age of thirty six."

He laughed, then pulled off his sodden boots and coat. "That's better," he said, flexing his shoulders now that they were free of the weight of the wet wool. The heat from the fire immediately warmed him. He opened the top of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Clara watched with appreciation.

He found a wash cloth and soap. "Lie back and relax, I'm going to wash you." He lathered the cloth and started at her feet, carefully washing each toe and massaging as he went. 

She sighed and closed her eyes. Robert moved onto her calf and was smoothed the washcloth up and down. The water was almost at the top of the bath, so Robert scooped out a bucketful to make room for more hot water. Then he started to wash her arms. He couldn't resist brushing a kiss into the crook of her elbow.

He told her to scoot down in the bath so that he could wash her hair. He spent a long time lathering it and rubbing the river out of her hair.

"I feel guilty letting you look after me like this," Clara said.

"Relax. I like looking after you. It makes me feel all big and strong and manly."

"We wouldn't want you to feel small and womanly. By all means, proceed." Clara relaxed into his attentions.

"So why was he trying to kill me?" she asked suddenly.

Robert winced. "My fault, I'm afraid. He saw the sketch I drew of you."

She flinched. "The one with no clothes?"

"I'm afraid so. It was obvious that we were intimate." He stopped, struck. "Oh damn, he must have seen the Special Licence as well, and knew I was going to marry you."

She sat bolt upright in the bath, sloshing water over the sides. "The what?" she demanded.

"The Special Licence. I didn't tell you about that?" Robert tried to look innocent. From the fury in Clara's silver eyes, it wasn't working, so he picked up a bucket. "Close you eyes while I rinse your hair," and he poured it over her.'

She spluttered, pushed the dripping hair away from her face. "No, you never mentioned anything about a Special Licence. You, sir, are entirely too high handed."

"Robert. We're gone past formalities. Or perhaps you should call me Roberta, since I'm now a lady's maid." He soaped the cloth and began a soothing rub on her back. 

She narrowed her eyes at him, but allowed him to continue his ministrations. "He saw a Special Licence," she prompted.

"And knew I planned to marry you as soon as possible. He probably thought you were already pregnant." 

Clara made a distressed noise, and Robert gentled his touch. "Don't pay any attention to him. I'll take care of you." His voice hardened. "And of him."

Robert made an effort to keep his touch light and to keep the fury out of his voice. "He'll never bother you again, I'll make sure of that." He dropped the wash cloth and rubbed the soap between his hands. "Lie back so I can wash the rest of you."

He smoothed his hands over her torso, paying particular attention to her breasts. He caressed them, learning their texture and weight, and what to do to please Clara most. 

"They are not that dirty," she murmured.

He flashed her a quick acknowledging smile, then returned his attention to to her breasts. "Very important to get them all clean and happy. See these nipples here, I think they might need to be kissed clean." And he suited action to words. 

Clara moaned. He continued his ministrations until her breathing was choppy and she was writhing in the water. Then he moved further down her body. The hip bath was narrow and forced her to keep her thighs close together.

"Put your feet up on the edge of the bath so I can wash you," Robert said. 

Clara, still looking dazed, didn't move, so he picked up one foot and lifted it to rest on the edge of the bath. "You're so bossy," she said, sitting upright and bringing her foot back down.

He smiled at her. "You like bossy, admit it." He put his hand under the water for her foot. "Sometimes." She moved it out of his way. "I just don't know if I could stand being married to a man who was so overbearing."

Robert's heart stopped beating for a painful second. Clara was the second woman today to tell him that he was too domineering to marry. And she was the one who counted.

"I--" He wanted to promise he would change, but it would be a lie. "I can't be a Milquetoast" he said.

She smiled, amused at the thought. "I know that. But there must be something in between." She lay back and looked up at him. "The thing is, I'm bossy too."

It took him a moment to grasp what she was saying. "You mean?"

"I want you to prove that sometimes I can be the one in control." Her eyes flickered to the bed. 

"You want to call the shots in bed?"

She nodded. "Yes. You do nothing unless I tell you do."

"That's all it will take and you'll marry me?" 

She nodded again. "Easy. Let's get started." He lifted her straight out of the bath and wrapped a linen sheet around her.

She held up a hand to stop him. "This is your idea of me being in control?" He stopped. Blinked. Muttered an apology. "I will dry myself while you get cleaned up. And I decide what I'm going to do to you."

Robert stripped out his remaining clothes in seconds. Too impatient to call for another bath, he stepped into the one Clara had been in and scrubbed himself thoroughly to get rid of the river stink. Clara was still working knots out of her hair when he stood up and poured the last bucket of water over his head.

The floor of the bedroom was awash with spilled water and littered with soap, clothes and drying sheets, but he didn't care. He grabbed the last linen sheet and rubbed himself dry. 

"Now, lie on the bed," Clara told him.

He did, then reached for her, intending to pull off the sheet that was still wrapped around her. 

She stopped him. "No. You can't touch me. Raise your hands over your head and hold onto the bed frame."

"This is silly," he grumbled but grabbed the wooden frame. The position left him feeling exposed and slightly uncomfortable. "For how long?" 

"Until I tell you to stop. If you let go, there is no chance I'll marry you."

"You're serious?" 

"Oh yes. Now lie there and be quiet."

He did. She didn't move, just stood at the side of the bed, looking at him. Her eyes darkened. Even that was enough to send the blood rushing to his shaft. "What do you think?" he asked.

She took a breath. "I don't know where to start." 

She moved closer to the bed. "I've seen pictures in books, but they look nothing like you." She caressed his shoulders. Her touch was light, tormenting. "In my books, all the men are much thinner, nothing like as broad across here as you."

She leaned over to span his shoulders with her hands. The position put her close to his mouth and he longed to reach up and kiss her. He forced himself to stay still.

She ran her hands over his chest. "None of them have muscles like this." She explored, digging her fingertips into the muscles.

"And definitely, none of them are covered with red hair." She pushed her fingers through the hair on his chest, testing the texture. The sensation was maddening.

She moved to his underarm. "Oh, this is so soft." He twitched, fighting the urge to grab her. She explored his armpit, caressing and fondling. He flinched away from the sensation. He had no idea the skin there was so sensitive. 

"Anything else that's different?" he said hoarsely. He didn't know how much more of this he could stand. To his relief she put her hands back on his torso. Then she tormented him by feeling down his stomach, touching every ridge of muscle on the way. He sucked in his breath and she hummed in appreciation.

"I had no idea that a man's belly looked like this," she said. She tested his navel, marvelling at how small it was, then moved to explore the angle between his hip bones and his stomach. He shook under her touch.

While she was torturing him, the sheet he had wrapped around her came loose. She grabbed at it, then with a wicked grin, tossed it away. Now he could see her only inches away from him, but couldn't touch her.

She traced the line of hair that went from his navel to his groin and he held his breath, willing her to touch his staff.

Instead she turned around and moved to his feet. 

"No," he howled.

She looked over her shoulder and stared him down. "Be quiet, be still and keep your hands where they are."

He forced himself to nod.

As punishment, she took a long time exploring his toes, exclaiming over their length, and the boniness of his ankles. He was shaking trying to stay still under her merciless fingers.

She knew what she was doing, damn it, and deliberately searched for the caress that made his breath hitch and his skin twitch. She ran her fingers along his shins, never touching the skin, just the hair. He writhed, it was liking having a thousand erotic spiders walking on him.

"Please," he gasped.

She ignored him and moved to his knees. "I've never seen a kneecap like this in any drawing." She traced its contours, then moved her hand to the back of his knee. He jerked so hard he feared he would break the bed. She smiled.

"But I suppose you need a big kneecaps with such splendid thighs." She ran her hands from his knees to his hip bones. "I've never seen thighs like this in books. See the shape of the muscles?" She tormented him by tracing the striations on his thigh muscles. 

He clenched his teeth in an effort not to scream at her.

Finally, she moved up a few inches further. "And here, we have a most remarkable specimen, unlike any I've seen in books. See the way it rises from the darker hair, and strains upwards? Look how dark it is compared with the paleness of the rest of your skin."

She ran a single finger up along the length of his shaft, and he nearly came off the bed. 

"Clara, please." She laughed at him and continued to explore. 

"See how the top is engorged and already wet?" She put her hand on his shaft and lifted it to examine it more closely. 

To his shock, she licked it. "Hmm, salty. But not bad." She looked at him challengingly. "I think I read something interesting," and then she took the head of his shaft in her mouth and sucked.

Robert howled. His hips rose up off the bed and he writhed. His fingers cramped holding onto the damned bed frame. "Clara, please." He couldn't have said what he wanted. To his relief, or his despair, he wasn't sure which, she stopped.

"You don't like that? How odd, I assumed that all men loved it. Never mind." And she moved astride his hips. Slowly and carefully, she lowered herself onto him. 

"Ahhh!" It was heaven and hell combined. She felt so good, hot and wet and Clara. But she moved so slowly, it was driving him mad.

"Oh, this feels amazing," she said, rocking backwards and forwards. He moved in counterpoint, trying to deepen the pressure but she wouldn't let him. She leaned forward into his chest, bringing her splendid breasts closer to his mouth, but still out of touch.

This position was even worse, the slow movement and lighter pressure was like a silk scarf being dragged over his rod - maddening and arousing but not satisfying. He raised his hips, trying to increase the pressure. 

"Clara, please." He writhed, struggling to find a way to supply the pressure he needed - and she did too.

"Please what?" She was still moving in that maddening rhythm.

"Please let me move. Release me."

"I love hearing you beg."

"I'll spend tomorrow on my knees begging, just let me go now and I'll make it good for you." Anything to end this torment.

"All right." The words were barely out of her mouth before he exploded off the bed. He turned her over onto her back, took possession of her mouth and slammed into her. 

She tasted of wine and Clara and he couldn't get enough. He plundered her mouth like a conquer, determined that she would be his. He claimed her breasts, breaking off the kiss to suck at one nipple. She groaned.

He pulled her knees up to his hips and pounded into her. Her moans of pleasure grew louder and louder until she was screaming. He could not have stopped, but she was urging him on. The pressure built up until he erupted and he felt her shatter at the same moment. He couldn't have said which of them made the most noise.

He held her while she shuddered in his arms.

Finally, she looked up at him. "I was enjoying that."

"We'll do it again," he promised. "In a year's time."

She laughed.

"You'll marry me?" He wanted to make sure this time.

"If you insist." She yawned, closed her eyes and fell asleep.



Robert and Clara - Gaol Break



The cell was grey. Gray stone, single grey blanket, grey walls and door, grey straw on the floor. Gray light coming in through the tiny opening. There was a bucket in the corner which contained grey water. He was thirsty, but could not bring himself to drink it. Instead, he tried to clean up the dried blood which stuck to him and made his skin itch. The pain in his head made it hard to concentrate.

There was a tiny aperture in the door of his cell, through which the gaolers could check on him. It was closed, but if he stood at the right angle, he could see a tiny sliver of the passageway outside. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of shackled prisoners being walked along it.He had no way to measure the passing of time. It had not been full dark and no-one had brought him food so it must still be the same day. It felt as if years had passed since he was shoved into the cell. Keeping control of his sanity was becoming more and more difficult.

The distant screams of inmates proved that not everyone was successful.

He heard steps outside, and rushed to the aperture, hoping for anything to break the monotony. He caught a glimpse of a woman stumbling past. She was naked to the waist and her back was raw and bloody. The gaoler with her grabbed her elbow and said "Next time you cause trouble, it will be thirty lashes."

For one awful second, he thought it was Clara, until he realised this woman was a different size. The thought of Clara in here made him feel ill. Thank God she was on her way to London. Clara would not be able to resist causing trouble. 

The light dimmed. His door opened with a rattle of keys and a dish of gruel was shoved in. He ate it with his hands. His arm started to throb again. There was no honey to put on it.

In the darkness, the smell of the prison was stronger. Despair, dampness, human waste. He heard rats moving around and moved to the door to see if there was anything more entertaining outside.

There was a faint light, and two voices of the night gaolers. Occasionally, one walked up and down the cell block, but mostly they stayed in the little ante room and played cards.

The light flared brighter, and he heard a female voice. It sounded familiar. No, it couldn't be. He pressed his ear to the door and heard Clara say "Gentlemen, I was hoping to visit a prisoner." 

The voice was hers, but the tone was different. She now had a country accent, and she sounded as if she were flirting. She laughed at something one of the gaolers said, sounding so like Isabelle that his head swam.

"Why, the notorious red-headed one, of course. I want to share a cup of wine with him."

It was killing him that he could not hear their answer. He desperately wanted to see Clara again, but wanted her far away and safe. His palms sweated as he flattened them against the cold door.

Clara's laugh. "What a pity. Perhaps I should have a drink with your two handsome gentlemen instead?" 

A masculine laugh. A clink of glass, more laughter. He needed Clara to go away. He was a peer of the realm, he couldn't be tried like a common criminal. Once they realised who he was, they'd release him. But she had no such protection. 

Laughter. Voices. Clara flirting. He didn't know she could flirt. She was arguing about how much of her wine they had drunk. She mustn't get drunk, she would give herself away.

A groan. Hurrying steps. Silence. Then the door of his cell opened. Clara stood there. "Robert?" she whispered. 

Of course, he could see her as clear as day, but he was in total darkness to her. He blinked when he looked at her. Her hair was loose down her back, and her dress was scandalous. Nipped in at the waist to show her curves, and with a top so small her breasts were in danger of falling out.

"Did any of them touch you?" he demanded. Surely no man could avoid grabbing that bounty.

She made a disgusted noise, and moved into his cell. Once inside, she closed the door and lit a candle. He blinked in the bright light. "Quick, strip off your clothes and put these on." He had obeyed before he looked at what she had for him. It was a dress.

"Are you mad?" He couldn't possibly pass for a woman.

"Put it on." Her tone left no room for argument. He obeyed reluctantly.

"What happened to the guards?"

"A bad case of the runs. They must have drunk too much wine." She was laughing, damn her. 

The dress went over his shoulders but stopped at his shins. He looked like a fool. She hauled him down, slapped a wig on his head and pulled out a box of paint. She rubbed paint on with a practised hand. Muttering about stubble, she put extra on his chin and cheeks, then finished by sticking two large warts on his nose and chin.

She grabbed his discarded clothes, stuffed straw into them and arranged them on his bed. From the doorway, it might look like a sleeping man.

She handed him a walking stick. "You're 60 years old. Bend your knees and hunch over so that the skirt falls to the ground. You can use the stick to help you balance. And don't talk." Then she led him out of the cell, locking it behind her. 

She led the way out of the cell block, past the guards' room. She dropped the ring of keys on the floor and walked on towards the main gate. Robert lumbered along beside her, forced to take small steps with his knees bent. He was glad of the stick.

The guard at the main gate was alert and eager for a flirtation. He smiled at Clara, and she smiled back, somehow revealing her cleavage as she did so. Robert ground his teeth. "Any luck?" the guard asked her.

She shook her head. "They wouldn't let me see him. I'm going to lose my wager after all." 

The guard produced the sheet where she had signed coming in, then looked at Robert. "Who's this?"

"That's my granny. You don't think I would come to a place like this on my own? I'm a good girl, I am." 

The guard frowned. "She didn't sign in."

"She can't write. But she goes everywhere with me."

The guard frowned and made Robert put a mark on the page. The tremble in his hand was genuine as he marked an X. The guard could not take his eyes off Robert's warts and never looked at his big hand. Then they were out, and moving away from the goal.

He laughed aloud as he took breaths of clean air.

Clara hustled him through the streets of Ely to the White Hart Inn, and brought him in the back door and up the stairs. Once inside a large bedroom, she locked the door and leaned against it. "We've made it. We're safe." she said, and laughed. 

He looked around at the luxurious chamber. "Whose room is this?"

"Yours. I reserved it for the Earl of Oxbridge." 

He was really free. He took a deep breath, hauled her into his arms and kissed her. 

It was like putting a spark to powder. All the terror and adrenaline turned to desire, and he couldn't get enough of her. It must have been the same for Clara too, because she turned to flame in his arms. 

Without ever breaking the kiss, he was shoving his hands into her bodice to free her breasts. He couldn't spare a hand to bring her closer, so he used his body to slam her up against the door so that he could press into her and feel all those luscious curves against him. 

Clara was as eager as he was. She tried to yank his dress down to get at his skin, but his arms were in the way. She made a sound of frustration and pulled it up instead.

He was naked under the dress. Her hands moved up his thighs and landed on his shaft. She gripped it firmly and refused to let go. He pulled back just enough to see her.

Her breasts had tumbled out of her dress, their nipples erect and proud. Her lips were wet and swollen, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glittered. "Take that dress off, I want to see it." She kept one hand on his cock while the other tugged at his dress. 

He ignored the sound of ripping as he dragged it off, then he was naked and unstoppable. He pulled her skirt up round her waist and ran urgent hands over her legs and buttocks. "So perfect," he groaned, then couldn't resist her mouth any longer. 

He swooped down and seized her lips greedily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, unable to get enough of her. Her scent rose, intoxicating and maddening while her nails dug into his back.

"Now. I can't wait." He barely recognised her voice. 

He pulled one knee up to his hip and slammed into her. She made a noise that was half groan, half scream. "Again."

He did. She was hot and wet and welcoming, and delighted in his out of control thrusts. She urged him on with knees and voice and nails. 

The harder he thrust, the higher her voice rose. In this position, she could not control her response, and spurred him on with demands for more. As he speeded up, she tightened around him and screamed as she collapsed into his arms. 

He roared as he followed her over seconds later. 

Only the sound of their laboured breathing broke the silence that followed. Robert was vaguely aware that he was crushing her into the door, but couldn't summon the strength to move. Finally, she stirred and reluctantly, he forced himself to release her. 

She opened her eyes and looked at him, dazed. "That was - astonishing. I want to do that again. And soon." She moved away from the door and looked over her shoulder. "I think I have splinters in my behind."

But Robert wasn't listening. Desire had turned to fear and fury. "No, you are never doing that again," he said.

She turned to stare at him. "What do you mean?"

"Any of it. Dressing up. Breaking into gaols. This." He indicated their state of undress and recent activities with a gesture.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him. "I saved you tonight."

"I didn't need saving. As soon as they knew who I was, they'd have let me go." 

She put her hands on her hips. "I have news for you, my lord. There wasn't a man in that gaol who wasn't prepared to swear blind that you were Thomas South and that you fired the shot which injured dragoon Williams. By the time someone could identify you as a peer, you might be a corpse swinging from a noose. I saved your life."

He shook his head, infuriated. "You took appalling irresponsible risks tonight without any thought for the consequences and I'm going to make sure that you never do anything so reckless again."

"How?" Her very stance challenged him.

"Like this." He grabbed her and dragged her over to the bed. She went willingly, until he sat on the edge and pulled her down over his knees. Then she started to struggle like a wild thing. She screamed and clawed at him, and it took all his strength to subdue her. Finally, he had her hands behind her back and one thigh over her kicking legs. 

Her bottom was bared to him.

"You take stupid childish risks, by God you'll be punished like a child," he said, and walloped her with his hand. Smack! Her buttocks absorbed the spank with a satisfying degree of resistance, and turned red. She shrieked at the top of her lungs. 

He did it again. She shrieked again.

"You took years off my life when I heard you in that gaol." Smack. "You have to learn not to take stupid risks." Smack. Smack.

He kept smacking her, but gradually he realised that she was no longer shrieking, and that he was not hitting her as hard. Instead his hand was lingering on her flaming buttocks, and she was wiggling against him in a way that did not suggest pain. And he had an enormous erection.

Appalled at himself, he let her go. She twisted away from him and landed on her back on the bed. Her dress was bunched around her nipped in waist, leaving her naked above and below it. She hissed in pain and flipped onto her front.

"Look what you've done, you brute." She glared at him over her shoulder as she displayed her crimson bottom. "You did this, you can make it better."

Robert was torn between shock at what he had done, and a tiny perverse satisfaction in having managed to shake her up. "Make it better how?"

"Rub it until it stop stinging."

He sat beside her on the bed and tentatively put his hands on her bum. The heat shocked him. He started to rub. She put her face down into the bed covers and made a moaning noise. He stopped at once.

She turned a narrow eyed look on him. "I didn't tell you you could stop." She put her head down again and he resumed, and tried not to react to the noises she was making. God, she sounded like a woman being pleasured. As the fierce heat lessened, his touch became lighter, more caressing. Her moans changed, became more throaty.

He ran his hands down her thighs, and up to the small of her back. He was unable to go any further because of her dress, so he went back down again. Her legs had opened, and he slipped his hands between them. She twitched, then raised herself to his seeking fingers.

"Do that more," she said.

"In a minute. I need to take this off you." He looked for a fastening on her dress, couldn't find one. Instead, she raised herself onto her knees, loosened it and pulled it off over her head. She turned to look at him. "You are not finished."

He ran his fingers down her back, from the top of her spine to her buttocks. Shocked at the pleasure, she collapsed onto her hands and knees. She started to move, but he stopped her. "I like that. Stay like that."

She did.

In this position, he had the freedom of her whole body. He nibbled at her neck and kissed his way down her back, while caressing her breasts. When he got to her bottom, he licked and kissed until she wiggled against him. He slipped his hand between her pink globes and caressed her. She was so wet. He slipped two fingers inside her and tormented her.

"Enough," she cried. She was shaking, her muscles trembling. "I can't stand any more. Shaft me. Now."

He doubt he could have stopped if the roof fell on them. He moved behind her, pushed her thighs a little wider, and slid home. They both gasped. Never in his whole life had anything felt as right as this did. 

He held her hips, controlling the speed and trying to go slowly, both to prolong the exquisite sensation and to prove to both of them that he was not an animal. He pumped in and out slowly, revelling in the silken tightness that gripped him like a glove, and the noises she made every time he pushed home.

But she wasn't having any of it. "More. Faster," she demanded, and pushed back against him. He was unable to resist, and plunged in harder and faster. She met him stroke for stroke, until she screamed as she came. He plunged in one last time, and felt as if he was pouring his life blood into her. 

She collapsed down onto the bed. He followed after her, and just had the presence of mind to flip the bed cover up over them before he passed out.



Robert and Kayla



I had just started sucking his cock when the cell rang. He picked it up while I continued:

"Hi..... yeah, really good....yeah I'm at her place.....Well (laughing) right now she's sucking my dick......I know, I know, but someone's got to do it.....Yeah, not too bad -- getting there.....Oops! I think we're making her blush."

And of course I was. I mean I never stopped sucking him, but the idea that he was discussing it with some unknown person while I was doing it kind of freaked me out and I could feel the blood rushing in my head and even in my chest. I have that light Irish freckly skin and when I'm embarrassed I can feel it on my chest and neck and face and know it's gone all blotchy red, which then freaked me out more. But I kept sucking. It's what I was there for after all.

"Sure, she won't mind."

Robert took the cell phone away and looked down at me. "Say Hi to Jevon." The cock slipped out of my mouth but stood rigid up against my face as he lowered the phone to me. I croaked out a "Hi" as Robert stared down at me, giving me that serious look. Which by the way I take very seriously. Then he nodded for me to go back to work. But he kept the phone down by my face and arched his hips into me to get me to gag over the line. He mouthed silently "Make a little noise." So I slurped and gagged a little more -- I mean I couldn't help the gagging because he was fucking my mouth. But the slurping sounds were for Jevon, whoever he was.

"Yeah, she's not bad. Still needs a lot of work though on her mouth. Her cunt is fine but the slut still needs to lose about 5 of the 10 pounds I told her to drop......Yeah pretty soon I think.....Don't worry about Kayla, she'll be ready......Yeah (laughing), I know she has small tits but they're OK with me.....You just make sure you get Beth in shape (laughing again).....I know......Yes, you'll get to see her soon.........Ok, I'll see you tonight though.....Yeah right. Later." And he snapped the phone shut.

So I guess you figured out that I'm Kayla. A college freshman. An A student and a serious volleyball player. And Robert's slut.

With the call over we set back to work in earnest. Or at least I tried hard. Robert lay back again to consider my work, and my mouth was all over his cock, but I wondering whether he'd tell me anything about Jevon or the call. I was sure my ears and throat were bright pink now as I wondered what he meant about me being 'ready.' And who Beth was. And just who the hell Jevon was for that matter. On the other hand, Robert had just said my cunt was "fine" and oh-my-God I wanted to kiss him for that, so proud that he was praising my pussy. But I caught myself daydreaming (as usual) and forced myself to snap out of it. I knew I'd be in trouble unless I paid attention and got into that nice slow, sexy-slutty blowjob rhythm he likes. I knew I needed the work on my mouth, just as he'd told Jevon, and, you know, you can't let either praise or criticism distract you if you want to give really good head. Plus, I'd had some trouble in the past keeping my focus on cocksucking and it hadn't gone well. 

My right hand went up to cradle his sack as I slid my mouth slow and wet down his fat pole of a cock. My left hand went to his chest to ruffle the chest hair there. Robert slid his hips down a bit to bring the cock deeper in my mouth. And the contact did me good. Something about touching him is just so right that I respond in a second. Soon I was in that place where all that matters are his cock and the feel of his thick black steel sliding between my lips and over my tongue and into my throat. Where I do the breathing right, and everything fits just where he wants it. I was getting better at not gagging unless he was really fucking me with that goal. I almost smiled thinking back to our first time which had been one long gag fest till he came all over my face. This was better. Nicer. Sweeter and sexier. What we both needed. 

But there I was thinking again instead of concentrating on his cock. I caught myself just in time and my eyes ran up to see if I was doing all right. I was. It was time to increase the pressure on his balls a little, nice little love squeezes while he enjoys my head bobbing. And I got a gasp from him on the first squeeze. Nice! Now I was getting really wet. He'd stripped me right away when he came in the dorm room, but left my little pink bikini panties on. And now I could feel the crotch of them sticking to the slit of my cunt. I would have loved to reach down and play with my clitty while I sucked him, but I knew better. Robert could stay with a blowjob like this for 45 minutes or so easy, and way longer than that if I was in the doghouse for some reason and needed discipline. Or if he was just in the mood. But he'd always been able to cum fast and hard when he decided he was ready, and decided that I had done my best learning for the day. Sometimes he gets off in my mouth after just a few hard sucks, but usually we make it last a while. I slowed my mouth, dragging the lips along the shaft and letting him stretch my lips to their widest when I got down about 7 or 8 of his 10 inches. I like thinking about how my lips look on his cock. They're nice lips -- and it's a very nice cock.

Concentrate! My left hand fingers played very lightly across his nipples and my right hand started to massage that little space just under his balls. He took one hand and rested it on the back of my head as I sucked, not forcing me and not even directing me. More like just a reminder. Or maybe he just felt like it. Better not to wonder about that either. I mean I would never want to ignore or miss his command, but it's almost as bad to anticipate a command that's not really there. I was in that nice rhythm and know better than to change anything when I get there. Just up and down with slow wet hard sucks that end when he pushes enough of the head in my throat to let me know I really have to concentrate. Let him decide when he's ready to cum. Don't anticipate, just suck. I realized that my jaw didn't even get very sore any more. I was progressing. It amazes me that his cock which seems so totally rigid and hardened after the first minute of a blowjob will somehow get even harder and thicker once I'm doing well. Now it was as rigid as a tree trunk in my mouth and my tongue could feel every ridge and swollen vein and I savored that feeling I get when a sensitive tongue rides over the vein and I feel the blood pulsing in there. Every time I think "Oh my God his cock is ALIVE." And then I tingle all the way to my pussy. 

I dragged my short nails now along the perineum and over his massive balls and kept the head in my throat for 5 seconds, and then 10 and then slowly rode my lips out with my tongue swirling those veins until I could feel the head directly under my lips. And then I started back down. Now he gave another gasp. But I kept on, sucking downward. His hand grabbed at my hair. And then I knew. Don't rush. Just take the cock back out till it's only about one third the way in. He grabbed hold now of my ponytail with his full fist and started riding my face up and down along his cock faster and faster. And he came. I felt the shots beating at the roof of my mouth. How many? I never know for sure but it feels like -- or at least I imagine it's like -- 8 or even 10 gargantuan spurts of sperm blasting away in me. I know when he cums on my face I've never counted more than 6 good shots, plus the usual dribbles and small spurts at the end of course, but it's so different when he is cumming in my mouth. I always get that feeling like I'm drowning, like when my brother and I were body surfing as kids down the beach and you'd get tumbled in the surf and not know which end was up and if you ever opened your mouth then you were sure you would drown. But I never did then what I do now. My mouth fills. And I keep sucking, but lighter now. Suck and think of my wet cunt and whether he might use it after. But concentrate, always concentrate hard at the end of a blowjob when there's a temptation to let up and relax too soon. 

Then the jets of cum slow. Robert pulls his still rigid cock from my mouth slowly, me sucking and kissing along the bottom while trying not to choke on all the cum. And no matter how hard I try, a little -- or sometimes a lot -- escapes through my lips when he pulls out all the way. Then I'm on my knees looking up and waiting, the still hard cock lying softly now along the crease of his hip bone, wild and slimy looking. And then he looks down and invariably wipes a bit of cum off my lips or chin to feed to me. His finger comes out of my mouth clean and he nods that it's ok to swallow now. And I do even though it's nice sometimes when he lets me hold the cum in my mouth longer, tasting and swirling it for my own pleasure. Robert's not one of those guys like in a porn flick who has to see my mouth filled with sperm before I can swallow. But he does decide when I swallow, which for me is an amazing turn-on. Because he never suggested I needed to await his command to swallow. It was just something natural to me.

By now my panties are completely soaked. I nuzzle up to his spent cock, kissing and licking it very gently. Robert reaches down and grabs my tit, lovingly patting and squeezing it and tweaking the nipple as he lets us both rest. I kiss the head and the slit and smile to see little drops still oozing from his slit. Enough for me to taste even though his flavor and aroma are already everywhere in me. And I smile again as I imagine the little fishies all swimming around now in my belly, all the little sperm trying wildly to swim towards an egg that's not there. And I dream about the times when Robert takes me and fucks me hard after one of these blowjobs, and wonder again whether he's going to do me today before he takes off. Instead he reaches down and slaps my ass hard. Great, more red marks all over me. I gaze up lovingly and he says "How bout a brother gets a glass of water after all this hard work?" And I jump up and run over to the little fridge I keep there for us and pull out water for him. He says "Get one for you too." Which even if I do love the taste and texture of his cum is nice since a girl really wants to wash her mouth out a little after that sort of thing. So then I go back to kneeling between his spread legs and kiss his cock again as I hand him the water. I find one more nice thick droplet of sperm on his cock to lick and swallow. Then we both drink the water, him a lot and me a little.

Somehow I know he's not going to fuck me this time. He's too relaxed. And when he's going to fuck me after he almost always stays totally hard and has me bent over on all fours after just a few minutes. Or he has me on my back with one big hand holding my ankles up over my head to open me up. But today he's probably going to run off to one of his black brother study groups. He rests. I try again not to wonder about Jevon and Beth and 'being ready' and my inadequacies and it's harder now without the stimulus of his thick black cock penetrating my throat. Obviously it's going to be a sex thing -- why have a slut if you're not going to use her for sex? I shiver even in the warm dorm room trying to figure out what though. And Robert gets up and pulls on his underpants, his pants and shirt, leaving me kneeling on the floor watching just in case he changes his mind. But he doesn't. He leans into me and puts an index finger in my mouth to suck. He tells me to keep my cell on. And then he's gone.

I got all dreamy again. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth and I was just sipping the water in careful little drops to get some of it without washing out all of Robert's flavor too soon. It had been a good blowjob despite some lapses in attention. None of them had lasted too long and I wasn't sure he was even aware of them while they occurred. My fingers went inside my panties and found my clit. I idly rubbed and teased it while I replayed the scene in my head. I almost always do after he leaves. This way I could get off while I enjoyed the moment over again. The sight of his cock approaching my lips. The first feel of the rubbery head on my tongue and of the steel shaft when he began driving it deeper in my mouth. The gagging over the phone for Jevon. The wonderful thick, salty splashes of sperm in my open wet mouth and the slutty swallow for him. By now I was fingering my clit just the way I like small little gentle circles closer and closer to my little friend inside, and then back out to start the slow circles over again. 

I thought Robert was being pretty unfair about my cocksucking. I mean geez! Give a girl a little credit. If he would stop and consider how much I'd improved in the last couple of months you'd think he'd at least commend me for trying. I had worked really hard for him, because I loved him of course but more than that because he wanted me to be good at it and I was determined not to let him down. It was a pride thing for me. I guess maybe that was part of the problem along with my daydreaming but still. I took his cock almost all the way in now. You try it with 10 inches of thick black cock. I was obedient on my knees. I kept it slow and slutty without ever trying to rush to get him off faster. I always swallowed on command and even if it took a finger two or so off my face and tits at the end, all the cum ended up in my belly. But all I ever heard was like what he said to Jevon: needs a lot of work. Well screw him (ha-ha!) I did have my pride but I was also totally committed to his pleasure and you'd think he'd acknowledge at least that. 

Of course I realized that he wanted me motivated, and that no guy training you at cocksucking is going to give you much praise so long as it's not totally O.K. That way he had it all: me gagging down 8 or 9 inches into a throat he knew was too small for him, me swallowing all the cum he could produce, and still he got to complain about it like I was an amateur girl giving her first blowjob on prom night. Not that he was ungrateful in general. I mean if anything he was too effusive in his praise of my cunt from the very first time he fucked me. He just loved how tight and slick I was there and how a slender, feminine girl could make his entire cock disappear inside of her. The thought made me realize I was getting close to cumming and that this replay Robert's generosity was part of what was making my little clit sing like lark. It turned me on so much to be serving him like the slut I was, like his slut. And oh my God the image of his balls churning out sperm into my pink pussy finished me off. I came so hard I felt like I was blacking out. Afterwards I licked my fingers clean, wishing there had been some trace of his cum there too for me to enjoy. Then I got up and showered.

In the shower I was wondering if he was going to let Jevon fuck me. Would he want another guy cumming inside me like that? Cumming in my cunt? Or even in my mouth? Or maybe the idea was just for me and Beth to get it on together for them. I'd never been with a girl although Robert told me almost from the beginning that I was going to be. He had never mentioned other guys getting the use of my body. Now I let the burning water run over my tits as my fingers opened me up again. I came for the 2nd time trying to picture Beth and Jevon -- without luck of course since I had nothing to go on. Still the images that flashed of what they might do to and for me got me off again, softer and gentler and sweeter this time. Then I got out, dried myself, fell into my soft warm bed and then into a deep sleep. Just before losing consciousness I softly spoke the words I used every night: "Good night Robert. I love you."