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Stuff

By: Slirpuff



I'd like to thank Wolf Vixen for all her feedback in hopefully making this story more than meaningful to a lot of readers out there. I'd love to say this is a true story, but it's just something I thought was worth telling. So relax with a cool one and read on. 

Oh by the way, there is no sex in this story, sorry, maybe next time.

Stuff

Stuff, that's all we have left of our marriage. She has her stuff, I have mine and together with our son Andy, we have even more. We both have high paying jobs, but spend everything we make and then some. It doesn't make much sense to do what we're doing, but that's all that's holding our marriage together now.

You see if we were ever to get divorced we'd lose almost everything. Neither one of us makes enough to afford the payments on the house and lake cabin on their own, so they would both have to be sold. We are also maxed out on everything else and all the vehicles and toys would be history. So we stay together out of necessity.

We don't have much of a marriage left any more I'm sorry to say. To piss her off, last year I made sure I took my vacation when Tammy was working and she in turn did the same to me. Just like two kids taking pot shots at each other. 

You see we had a major blow up two years ago. I lost a lot of money in a bad investment, money that was supposed to pay for our European cruise. All our friends were going and without that money there was no way we could afford to go.

"Roger, I can't believe you invested that money without checking with me. You know it was spoken for, how could you do it?" Tammy asked as she paced back and forth. "We're going to be the only ones not there. What am I going to say when they ask me why we're not going? That my stupid husband lost our cruise money on one of his hair brained investments. We're going to be the laughing stock of the neighborhood."

"Tammy, you talk like I did it on purpose. I'm sorry, ok? I screwed up and I should have checked with you, but it seemed like such a sure fire investment and they needed an answer by the end of the week and I got took."

"We got took," Tammy, corrected me.

"Well, the three of us can still go up to the cabin and have some fun. And, there'll always be another cruise," I told her.

Well she didn't take it well and a week later bought five new pairs of shoes, just to show me know how unhappy she was. That was the start of our decline.

We lived in a six bedroom, five bath house with a spa, sauna and a pool. We each have new cars, a motorcycle, a cute sports car, a boat and a few other such items. I think you get the picture. My bride is about 5'3", brown hair; hazel eyes and has a killer body. She goes to the gym/spa three times a week and does spinning the other two nights.

I, on the other hand am a runner, I'm 5'10" tall and a rock solid 175 pounds. I run four days a week and go with Tammy to spinning on Thursday nights. We stay fit because we're always going somewhere or doing something.

Andy goes to a private school that costs us over $15,000.00 a year. You see, every child in our neighborhood goes to Trinity Academy, so Tammy had to send Andy to keep up with the neighbors. We sound like a bunch of social climbing idiots and we are, but won't admit it to ourselves. So we just spend, spend and spend.

Our sex life is almost nonexistent because when Tammy gets mad, she cuts me off. I don't remember when it first started, but about nine months ago, after a bitter argument, she told me it would be a cold day in hell before she had sex with me again. 

You'll notice I said sex, because I can't remember the last time we made love. I think it was just before our failed cruise but it's been so long, I can't remember any more. So we do it only when she feels the need or to reward me for doing something she likes. Something like throwing the dog a fucking bone.

When we first got married we use to spend our weekends in bed, but life or should I say stuff got in the way. For a while, when we first got married we even worked two jobs, just so we afford more stuff. 

Tuesday night I wanted to fool around. Andy was in bed, there wasn't anything going on and for once Tammy didn't have her nose stuck in some damn book.

"You in the mood for a little fun?" I asked. "I've got a bottle of massage oil that hasn't been used in an awful long time and a body that's crying out for some attention," I told her as I tossed the bottle of oil on the bed and took off my shirt. I pulled her into my arms and started to kiss her and play a little tongue tag. I was removing her nightshirt when her cell phone rang.

"Let it ring, don't answer it," I yelled but I was too late. She picked it up and started talking. The conversation went on for the next forty-five minutes. I got bored, washed up, turned off my night table light and went to sleep. The mood was broken.

"I'm off," she announced to me.

"Maybe tomorrow, I'm not in the mood any longer," I told her as I was about half asleep.

"Well, I won't be home Wednesday and Thursday until late so if you want any sex I'm here, available right now," she told me.

There was no passion or emotion in her voice. She didn't come over to my side of the bed and wake me with a kiss or cuddle with me to get me in the mood again. It was like here I am, if you don't use me tonight, who knows when you're going to get another shot at me.

"I think I'll pass," I told her.

Tammy, however, didn't take my rejection well, not well at all.

"What do you mean you'll pass on it tonight. Do you know how long it's been since we've made love?" she asked.

"Made love or had sex, which, one or both?" I asked kind of being a smart ass but trying to make a point. Sitting up in bed I asked, "why in the hell did you have to answer the phone? Was that phone call more important than me?" I asked.

"I couldn't let it just ring could I?" she replied in an indignant tone.

"Yes you could have. If it had been my phone, I would have just put it in my night table. It all comes down to your priorities and tonight, I feel you made the wrong choice," I told her. "So you killed the mood and I'm going to sleep."

"Fine, just fine," Tammy replied. "It's going to be a long time before you get a whiff of this pussy again," she yelled at me.

"Tammy, fuck you. You can take that damn pussy of yours and shove it up your ass for all I care. I've had it up to here," I motioned to the top of my head. "I'm tired of playing your stupid ass games. Right now I don't care if I ever see your hairy cunt again. As much as I've seen it in the last year I probably wouldn't recognize it anyway. So sweet heart, I'm done begging. You might as well get yourself a God damn lover because from now on I don't give a shit who you give it to, I'm done," I said as I walked out of the bedroom and into the guest room and locked the door.

"Roger Taylor you get your ass out here right now," she screamed through the door, but I ignored her that night and for the next two weeks. 

Life became tense around our humble abode. We didn't talk to one another unless we had to and when we did it was to trade insults. I moved completely out of our bedroom one day when she was at work, which started another huge fight.

"I just might take a lover," she told me sarcastically one night. "You never really got the job done anyway," she snipped at me. 

"Who'd want a middle age prude with a fat ass anyway," was my response.

We then took it up a notch and didn't stop until we'd woken up our son. 

"See what you did?" she shouted at me.

"Me? It was your idiotic ramblings that woke Andy," I said turning around walking towards my new bedroom.

"That's right walk away like the coward you are. I hope your palm doesn't get too sore because that's the only action you're going to see," she said with a smug smile on her face.

"You want to bet?" I said to her just as I shut my door.

Tammy had friends that worked with me so I knew if I started doing anything, it would get back to her. Sue was a cute red head with a killer body that worked in accounting. I told her I had a huge favor to ask of her.

"It's not illegal is it?" she asked.

"No, not at all. All I want you to do is have lunch with me every day, my treat," I told her.

"And the reason behind this is?" Sue asked.

"My wife and I are having a little tiff and she told me no one would be interested in me. So, if you have lunch with me all her friends here will let her know and hopefully she'll see I'm not the total dork she thinks I am."

"Just lunch? There's no way I'm not going to sleep with you, I hope you understand that," she said in no uncertain terms.

"Lunch is all I'm asking for. Is it a deal?"

"It's a deal for me. Just how long do you think it'll take?"

"Probably a week, two at the most," I told her.

"At least I'm going to save some money and just to let you know I'm easy just not cheap," she said with a laugh.

So my little charade started the next day. It only took three days for word to get back to Tammy. She confronted me the following day.

"Who is Sue, and what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked in an angry tone.

"She's just someone I work with and I'm not doing anything with her," I replied. "Why do you care anyway? I've been cut off so long, your holes probably closed up by now anyway," I told her as we traded barbs.

"If I find your cheating on me, I'll cut the son of a bitch off," she yelled as she turned around and went into her bedroom.

"Yes," I said pumping my fist. "That's one for me."

When I took Sue out of the office for lunch two days in a row and came back late, Tammy had a fit.

"You taking your whore out for a quickie at lunch now?" she said accusing me. 

"We went to Tony's, you want to see the receipt?" I said as I dug it out of my wallet. 

"I don't believe a word you say any longer," she shot back at me. 

"What else is new?" I replied and started to walk away.

"Don't you walk away from me when I'm speaking to you," she yelled at me.

"I wouldn't if it was my loving wife talking to me but not the shrew you've become. What happened Tammy? When did we lose what we once had? I'm sorry to say, but our marriage is all but over. I can't live with a damn roommate any longer. I need a wife and if you don't want the job, I'll find someone who does." Now I walked away from a quiet and dumbstruck wife.

The following morning Tammy texted me to say she was going to be late and not to wait up for her. She added a few other ugly comments but the jest of it was she could do whatever she wanted to do.

About 11:15 I heard a text message come into my phone. 

"I'm so angry with you right now I can't see straight," her message read. The next one read that two could play the cheating game and Tim doesn't think I have a fat ass," she ended with.

"I was going to send back something really ugly but thought why go down to her level. I went to sleep. The house phone rang at 5:15 am.

"Mr. Roger Taylor?" the man asked. "Is your wife Tammy Taylor?"

"Yes, do you want to talk to her? I can go upstairs and wake her if it's an emergency," I told him.

"Your wife is home?" he asked.

"Yes, she's sleeping in her room."

"Sir, if you don't mind, can you please verify that for me?" he asked.

I was getting a little concerned at this point. "What's this in regards to," I asked.

"Sir if you don't mind, can you confirm your wife is with you at home."

"I went to her room and it was empty. She never came home last night. I raced down stairs and got back on the phone.

"She's not there, what is going on? Where is my wife?"

I dropped the phone, and just stood there. I could hear someone saying something on the phone that was now lying on the kitchen floor. I finally cleared my head enough to pick it up.

"How, when, where and I'll be right down," I told the policeman. I dropped Andy off at my parents, told them that there had been an accident and I'd get back to them later, but not to say a word to Andy.

Mercy Hospital was almost a half hour drive from my parent's house and how I made it there without getting into an accident I'll never know. I called my boss and gave him a brief explanation and said I wouldn't be in today or Friday. They told me to take all the time I needed.

The emergency room was chaotic and it took me almost twenty minutes before I found out what happened. Tammy and another man were in a serious accident. They'd both been drinking and had hit another vehicle head on. The man driving wasn't wearing his seat belt, went through the windshield and died at the scene. Thank God Tammy was wearing her seat belt. However, because of the extensive damage to the car she had to be cut from the passenger's side. The other vehicle, a ¾ ton Chevy truck was totaled but the two passengers had only a few scratches.

"Mr. Taylor, Tammy has some life threatening injuries and is in surgery right now. There's no easy way to tell you, other than to say your wife sustained a lot of injuries and will need multiple surgeries down the road to repair the damage. Our immediate concern is to repair the internal damage and stabilize her. We should have more information in about five to six hours. Please leave a number where you can be reached with the nurse's station."

"I'm not going anywhere," I told him but I did give the nurse my cell and home number. 

Seven damn hours I waited before the doctor came out to see me.

Mr. Taylor you wife came through the surgery and will be in intensive care for a while, but she out of danger. 

"Thank God," I said as I felt a weight had been lifted off my chest.

He then went on to tell me the full extent of her injuries, which was a long list.

The seat belt and air bag saved her life, but with the dashboard and lower part of the car being pushed into her she's luckily to be alive. 

"When can I see her?" I asked.

"You can see her in a couple of hours but she won't be coherent until probably tomorrow morning. My suggestion is for you to go home, get some sleep and come back later. I just want to warn you, there is a lot of facial damage and we had to remove half her right foot. She's going to be medicated and probably be in a bit of a shock when she wakes up. Mr. Taylor, it's going to be a long recovery I want to prepare you for that. If you need anything here is my direct line," he said handing me a card.

I thanked him and left for my parents. My dad had called Tammy's parents and everyone was there waiting for me. I told them what the doctor had said and finally melted into the seat from sheer exhaustion.

Both husbands had a hard time controlling their wives who wanted to immediately rush to the hospital. I told them to wait for a day or two so Tammy would have time to adjust to her condition. At that point Andy came in and asked what was going on.  

"Sport, mom was in an accident yesterday and is in the hospital. She going to be ok but it's going to be awhile before she can come home," I told him as upbeat as I could.

"Can I see her?" 

"Maybe this weekend when she's feeling a little better," I said giving him a big hug. "Don't worry, it's all going to be alright."

I packed Andy up and told the parents I was going to grab a little shuteye and would call them both later.

"Mom, if you don't mind, I'll drop Andy off before I go to the hospital," I told her as I left.

I showered, shaved and lay in bed for the better part of two hours before I fell asleep. My mind was going a mile a minute but thankfully my tired body gave in. Four hours wasn't enough, but it would have to do for now.

I hate hospitals. They smell funny and are depressing as hell. I walk by room after room until I hit #331, Tammy's room. Her parents have already sent flowers and when I contacted her work and told them what had happened, they said they were sending a bouquet to cheer her up. Hell, the only thing that would cheer me up if I were in here would be to get the hell out.

I took a deep breath and walked in not knowing what I'd find. It wasn't as bad as I thought, it was worse. Half her face was bandaged. I knew she has a broken nose but her face still looked puffy. Her entire right leg was in a cast along with her right forearm. She was still asleep or out of it, so I just pulled up a chair and sat down.

A couple of times she made a few noises and I tough she was coming around but she never opened her eyes. About 2:00 she moved and opened her eyes.

"Hi babes," I said smiling at her. "How are you feeling?"

I could see her eyes looking around, I watched as she moved her arms and tried to move her right leg before looking back at me.

"You were in an accident but you're going to be just fine." I told her. "Are you in any pain? Do you want a drink of water?" I asked.

"Tim?" she whispered.

"I'm sorry, he didn't make it," I told her as I saw a tear in her eye.

"But you're fine, and will be back on your feet in no time," I said trying to sound optimistic.

"Some water please," she said now looking at me again.

I held the cup and put the straw in her mouth and watched her drink a little and then wet her lips.

"What day is it?" 

"Friday," I replied.

"Andy?" she asked wide eyed.

"With my parents. I told him as soon as you were a little bit better I'd bring him to see you," I told her as I held her hand.

She was looking at me when her eyes blinked a couple of times and then closed, she was back in la la land. They told me the best medicine was sleep right now especially because of all the pain medication she was on. I sat there Saturday all day and night before going home about 10:00.

Sunday I brought Andy. Her parents were already there and it looked like she was more lucid and awake. They only stayed for a short while after we came in the room. 

Andy hugged his mom and told her how much he missed her. She talked a little and told him to make sure he didn't give me a hard time. I just sat there holding her hand the entire time. After about an hour I told Tammy I was going to take Andy home.  

"Are you coming back?" she asked.

I smiled and said I'd be back before she knew it. I kissed her on the forehead and Andy gave her a baby hug and we left.

"Mom looks bad," he said when we were in the car. "How long is she going to have to be there dad?"

"Don't know, but for awhile anyway. I just need you to help me out and don't give your grandparents too hard of a time. Ok?" I asked.

"I'll be good I promise." And he was.

I spent Sunday and Monday all day at the hospital. The doctor came in twice a day to check on her and we talked about her treatment going forward. He gave me the name of a few plastic surgeons and a physical therapist associated with the hospital.

We set up a plan and scheduled her next surgery, on her leg, for in about six to eight weeks from now.

"Her nose is healing nicely but being a woman, she'll probably want it redone somewhere down the line. She's also going to have some rather large scars on the right side of her face but a good surgeon can do wonders," he told me as Tammy looked on. 

"Roger, how bad do I look?" she asked. 

"A little swelling but not too bad hon," I told her.

"Liar, hand me my makeup mirror, I want to see for myself," she told me.

I relented and handed her the small mirror. She looked at both sides and raised the hair off her face. Her hands fell to the bed as the tears started to drip down the sides of her face.

"I'm hideous," she sobbed.

"No you're not," I told her. "And all this can be fixed. Damn it Tammy, you're alive and that's all that matters I said still holding her hand. Now enough of that type of talk, Andy will be here shortly and you don't want him to see you like this do you?"

"I guess not, but I'm so ugly now," she said as the tears started again.


Stuff of Dreams



Upon the back of her eyelids floated lines of text, overlaid with flickering images conjured by her imagination of the actions spoken of therein. Unbidden, her hands begin to roam over her body. A ticklish caress over the outer edge of her breast sends shivers through to her very soul. The lightest graze across her nipple brings it springing to taught attention, on its own reaching out for more. The soft smoothing of her palms over her stomach sparks the fires of heat lying dormant in her stomach. As the soft urgency begins to grow in her body, her fingers return more and more often to her tightened nipples, squeezing softly at the sensitive peaks. Each gentle pinch brings her body arching up off the bed as shimmering sparks shoot through her body. As one hand slips lower, she can feel the heat radiating from her body, a burning manifestation of the fire in her center. Silky moisture greets her fingers as they slide within her throbbing body, beginning to stroke deeply within herself in a faded echo of the strokes of a lover.

Suddenly, she feels the soft brush of lips against her ankle. Unwilling to open her eyes and break the spell, she tracks the motions of her lover's lips and tongue over her skin. Long forgotten nerve endings spring to life as the heat of his breath and the damp soothing of his tongue caress her skin. His hands massage quivering muscles as he slowly journeys up the sleek length of her legs. His breath begins to come quicker as his own desire is fueled by the soft, husky moans of his lover. Her thighs fall open as he travels upward, his panting breath curling about her center like a caress. His lips pass over her in an exquisite torture as they nip lightly at her belly, causing her to squirm in anticipation on the bed. A shaky laugh sneaks past surprised lips as the soft curls of his goatee tease her ticklish sides. The laugh dissolves into a low purr as one of his hands curls around her breast. His palm molds her flesh to his whim as he plays her body like a master musician. Her body becomes tense as she feels the hot curl of his tongue around her waiting nipple. The urgent pull of his mouth sends sparks through her. Her hands curl into soft fist in her effort to keep them at her sides, not wanting to risk this precious stolen moment. She moans softly as she feels the sudden withdrawal of her body. 

Feeling the bed shift with his movements she growls softly as she feels his tongue begin to slide over her clit. The suddenness of his caress brings her right to the brink with a single touch. She can feel the vibration of his soft moan of pleasure against her throbbing flesh, as his mouth is flooded with the first taste of her. First one and then two of his finger sinuously slide into her body as his tongue draws moist circles around the taught bud at the center of her raging desire. Feeling the urgency in her taught and trembling body, he speeds the smooth slide of his fingers and suckles softly at her body. Her lips part and a rough cry is torn from her lips as the soft roar fills her head and her body clenches as the storm of her climax sweeps through her. He savors each squeeze of her body around his invading fingers, each tremble that claims her pleasure wracked body. 

His fingers slide from her as his body moves up to press her to the mattress. His throbbing length slides slowly within her waiting warmth, feeling the lingering clench of her taught passage around his swollen shaft. Her legs wrap tightly around his plunging hips as her body lifts towards a second peak without relaxing from the first shattering climax. Her fingernails dig softly into his shoulders as her body writhes beneath him, arching up to meet his thrusts with wanton abandon. With a press to his shoulders, she rolls him to his back without separating their merged bodies. Her lips pressed to his, she arches her back to slowly caress his length with her body, holding them both at that delicious pleasure plateau in endless rapture. All too soon, the undeniable drive of desire is lifting his hips to meet her, wordlessly begging for release. Lifting up until she is sitting over him, she runs her fingers through silky hair and over breasts that lift with every gasping breath. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth as she fights against the greedy demands of her body. Helplessly she leans forward to curl her fingers around his shoulders as she begins to ride him in earnest. Every swift plunge of her hips brings them both to the fragile edge of the cliff. With one final plunge of her hips, his hands grasp a hold of her hips, holding them flush against his own as she feels the warms spill of his liquid passion deep within her. In sweet response, her own body is caught once again in the glorious maelstrom of release. His name a soft litany as is caresses her lips. In satiated exhaustion, she collapses across his chest, her breath slowing to match his as the rampant tides of rapture begin to recede.

Tenderly, he slides her to his side, where she curls within her dream lover's embrace. A tender smile flits across her face as this passes through her mind in a moment. The quiet of the night split only by her soft sigh as she rolls to her side in the empty bed.



Stuff



"Tammy you're beautiful in my eyes, and that's all that counts," I said leaning in to give her a kiss. "Now let's dry those eyes and let me see you smile," I said giving her my bravest smile.

And so it went for the next month and a half. She was in a little better spirits and now friends and people from her work were starting to visit her in the evenings. Me? I had other issues to resolve.

To save money, Tammy hadn't taken the premier insurance policy. It covered the necessary items at eighty percent, but none of the elective items. Hell, they weren't even covering the damn TV in her room. With Tammy on short-term disability she was receiving only seventy five percent of her normal salary. Since our normal salaries barely covered our monthly expenses, having it cut by twenty five percent was going to be a real hardship. After the second month, our cash reserves were gone and with our credit cards maxed out we were in trouble.

I figured I needed another $2,000.00 a month just to make it. The monthly payments were killing us and with her surgery next week, I still had a minimum of three months before I got any relief. I sat at the kitchen table night after night making list after list but in the end I knew we were screwed. Our free spending had come back to bite us in the ass.

Even with paying eighty percent when Tammy's bills hit $60,000.00 I made a few hard choices. 

My Cadillac Escalade was half paid for and was in excellent condition. I drove into the Chevy dealership and worked out the best deal I could. I came out with a two year old HHR but I didn't have that payment any more. I did the same with Tammy's car and ended up with one-year-old silver Neon for her. Her shinny red Corvette was put on e-bay and sold four days later for almost $32,000.00. That put a good dent in our debts but we still had a long way to go.

The boat brought us very little but my Harley I found was worth more than I'd paid for it. Both sold on e-bay in two weeks. We weren't gaining a lot on the existing debt, but we were getting rid of a lot on monthly payments.

I spent every evening with Tammy and painted this rosy picture of what was going on at home and told her to just get well and leave the rest to me. 

It was almost three and a half months after the accident and just after her dinner when we talked about the elephant that had been sitting in the corner of the room.

"I didn't do anything with him, you have to believe that Roger. We went after work and had a bite to eat but drank way too much," she told me. "The more I drank the madder I got at you," she now said in an almost ashamed manner.

"I guess I shouldn't have baited you with Sue, but you'd taken that arrogant attitude and I finally got tired of all the games we were playing on each other. I'm sorry, but all that is in the past. The only thing I want right now, is for you to get better so I can take you home," I told her.

"Speaking of home, how's it really going? I pretty much know we must be flat broke by now, and will I have a home to come home to when I finally get out of here?"

"All I can say is trust me. There will be a lot of changes but we'll still have each other and that's all that counts," I said kissing her again.

"You know Roger, my door does lock and I know they won't be checking on me for the next hour or two," she said with this wicked look in her eye.

"And what happens when your blood pressure and pulse go sky high? They rush in and find me between your legs with this shit-eating grin on my face. No thank you, you'll be home soon and then we'll have all the time in the world to make up," I said tweaking her nipple.

"Alright then no teasing me until then," she said grabbing my dick.

We were still short money and I was getting down to some hard choices. Our Rolexes were now listed along with my gun collection and Tammy's Laredo figurines. I was getting almost what we'd paid for each item but it wasn't enough. We were getting close to living on just what I was bringing in but needed to get rid of one more large item. I listed both our house and the lake cabin with a realtor.

I figured that we could live in the one that didn't sell first. Our house was forty-five minutes from where we worked and the cabin was about the same distance, just in the opposite direction.

The neighbors asked how Tammy was doing and a few went to visit her, but most were too busy with their own lives to really care. My parents offered me money but I knew it was their nest egg and wasn't about to let them bail us out.

When I got an offer on the house I jumped on it. It was a little lower than I would have liked, but it gave me almost enough money to pay off everything else we owed. I had Tammy's power of attorney and signed all the paperwork a week later.

I had a huge garage sale because most of the furniture wouldn't fit in our two-bedroom cabin. I cleared just under $10,000.00 and that amount put us over the top. 

All the toys and collectables were now gone along with anything else of value. All the stuff we'd worked so hard to acquire were now history. The house was basically empty with the exception of Andy's bedroom furniture and ours. Now came the hard one.

I sat Andy down the next day. "Sport, I've got some bad news for you," I started. "You're going to have to switch to a new school after next week. Your mom and I have sold the house and we're moving up to the lake. That's where you're going to be going to school from now on," I told him waiting for his reaction.

"We're going to be living up at the lake?" he asked.

"Yes, we're moving this weekend."

"How cool is that," was his reaction. "Can we get another boat?" he asked.

"Maybe down the road, but not right now," I told him. That went better than I thought it would.

Well, that was the last thing on my list. There was just one more thing to do, and that was happening on Friday morning.

Friday, after taking care of the papers in the hospital office, I wheeled Tammy out to my car. It had been a long recovery but she was in good spirits, at least for now. The cast was off her leg, but I still had to push the passenger seat all the way back on the HHR just so she could get in. She didn't say a word about the change of vehicles only that she was looking forward to going home. 

"I don't know how in the hell I'm going to get upstairs to our bedroom. Even with help it's going to be rough for a while," she said looking out the window. It took her about twenty minutes to realize we weren't going home. "Roger, where are you taking me?" she asked.

"Home, Andy's waiting there for us," I replied. When we got within five minutes from the cabin she finally figured out where we were going.

"Good idea honey, this way I won't have to worry about stairs, you're so smart she said touching the side of my face.

Andy was sitting on the front swing when we pulled in. He ran to the car when we pulled up yelling and screaming. He about knocked her over in his excitement and grabbed one of her bags racing for the house.

Our parents had helped me get the place ready for Tammy. They had figured out what I was doing and wanted it to look perfect when she walked through the front door. And it was.

I sat her down in one of the living room chairs as I got the rest of her bags in from the car. Andy was talking a mile a minute and I finally told him to go outside and play so his mother could catch her breath.

"I really do love it here. It's always so quiet and peaceful," she said reaching out to me. "I love you Roger," she said kissing me on the lips. "We've had our problems, but no more. Starting tonight you're back where you belong, in our bed next to me. I will never shut you out again, I promise," she told me. "In two weeks I'll be back at work, so we've got fourteen days to make up for the last two years," she said trying to stand.

"Babes, I need you to sit down here for a couple of minutes. Are you thirsty? Do you need anything?" I asked. "No I'm fine, get yourself something if you'd like."

I came back with a Corona and pulled a chair up next to hers.

"I've got a few things to tell you and now is as good a time as any," I said sloshing down about half the bottle.

"Let me take a wild shot at it ok? Let's see, the Escalade is gone along with my 360ZX," she said looking at me. "I don't see your Harley or my vette so unless they're at the house their gone too. Am I getting warmer?" she asked.

"Well you've hit the easy ones so far," I told her.

She got a strange look on her face and looked around the room. It was different. Upgraded and now more like a home than a weekend get a way. She stood up, walked into our bedroom and saw the bedroom suite from our house. From there she went into Andy's room and saw the same thing. I was now scared shitless.

"You've been busy," she said now not looking at me as she walked out onto the back deck. "What do we have left?" she asked holding my hand.

"Just what you see, but it's all ours, we don't owe anyone a thing," I told her. "Well, that's not exactly true, I still have two payments left on your nose and next months surgery on those scars, but that's it."

"And Andy?" she asked kind of now looking for him.

"He started school up here last month. He loves it and now says its like being on vacation living here," I said with a smile. "I guess that'll last until the novelty wears off."

"Anything in the bank?"

"A little, but I'm putting twenty five percent of what I make away and with you going back to work, we shouldn't have a care in the world," I said. 

"There is one thing I need however," she said looking at me.

I was about to give here a lecture about how stupid we'd been all these years and how we'd almost spent ourselves into the poor house when she reached for me.

"There's something I've been looking forward to for months and you're not going to deny me this time," she said as she pulled herself to her feet. 

We walked into our bedroom and kissed before sitting on the end of the bed. I think she was going to say something about her foot or the scars on her face so I stopped her with a kiss.

"I love you more than the first day I met you. I don't know what I would have done without you, luckily I didn't have to find out," I said as I started to undress her.

We made love. That's right, we made love for the better part of an hour. If it weren't for Andy banging on our door, I would have kept her in my arms for the rest of the day. After dinner we walked down to the lake and sat there until the bugs drove us in. We showered, slipped into bed and fell asleep just watching each other. Once or twice during the night I felt her move and shift around as she tried to get use to our bed again. I just put my arms around her and pulled her in a little tighter.

Stuff. Stuff doesn't mean shit unless you've got someone special to share it with and even then, you've got to remember what's really important.



Stuffed Animals



I stand in a room filled with all the things that I have ever taken comfort from. Books in which I have lost myself for days, their characters now like out-grown childhood playmates. Colorful bindings, which once beckoned, are now washed out versions of their original vibrance. Their faded colors seeming to mirror my memories of the happy times we once shared. The masks, so like me, handsome and polished on one side, tragic and angry on the other. Some laugh and jeer at me while others weep for me. How I long for the anonymity and freedom of wearing those same masks at Mardi Gras. They protected me then. But even they cannot be used to hide me from what I have done.

The worst of it is the animals. The stuffed animals mock me in their silence. They sit high upon their shelf looking down on me. Once we were the best of friends. We played baseball and camped out. We shared our deepest secrets in the strictest of confidence. When there was no one else to share in my laughter or my tears, they were always there. Now they sit lined up in judgment over all that has been said, a jury of my peers. This is the biggest betrayal.

Their non-blinking eyes wide in surprise at all the evidence that has been laid out before them. A trio of rabbits, with their mouths tight, strain not to yell out their verdict in rage. Murray X. Moose’s brown bead eyes glare down accusingly. The pigs turn their snouts up at me, disgusted by what they believe me to have done. Piglet’s fixed smile now seems to pity me. Many of the animals refuse to look at me, ashamed or embarrassed by the testimony that they have been forced to endure. Even the talker of the group, the three-eyed alien, is silent, as if he has disconnected his batteries in order to disown me. They all sit there pretending not to know me. They act as though we do not have a past together. They sit and await the closing statements.

I have stood here throughout this entire proceeding. I have watched witness after witness parade past me on the stand, each one with more evidence damning me. As I watch all those that I once counted on, testify against me, I come to recognize a feeling that I was not aware I possessed. As each of them tears me down in front of the jury, I feel hope slowly disappearing. It appeared as a faint glimmer that got dimmer and dimmer as the trial continued. That feeling vanished when I realized that everything I have ever loved has now turned against me. I thought I was past that. I thought I had resigned myself to my fate. Only now do I understand that I was not as willing to give everything up as I had thought. 

Only Teddy supports me. He alone is willing to stand up for me in memory of all that we have been. His characteristic lack of expression, never questioning, always accepting, no matter what horrible thing I have done. Teddy remembers how it was before, how we were before. He doesn’t forget. He is a testament of what once was in his patched, candy-cane striped pajamas. He is the only one willing to go against all others to defend me. If any of them is capable of doing just that, he is. He has known me the longest and the best. Who better to stand with me to face the consequences of my actions? He is evidence in himself of my caring and unending faithfulness. My character witness with fiery orange eyes and matted brown fur. His testimony and support are probably all that even give me a chance.

Teddy calls me to the stand. It is finally my turn to tell my side, to explain my actions. This could be my chance to alter my fate and avoid further punishment. But how can I make them understand? How can I explain to those of polyester and cotton the actions of the flesh and blood? Are they able to grasp the differences between us that I have spent so many years trying to convince them do not exist? 

What reason could I possibly have for what I have done? It was unforgivable, but necessary, a form of self-defense. I know that sounds like an excuse, a way to explain away the hurt that I have caused. Was it truly unavoidable, or did I want to do it? Some part of me must have, since I did the job so thoroughly and completely. But does my willing participation in it make me guilty? Remember, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, that I too have been hurt by this. I too suffer because of my actions. You ask how can that be? I am alone and therefore already serving one sentence for this crime. Is it fair to give me another? I beg you to be merciful on me. Allow me to be let off with the punishment that is already in progress. Am I the only one here who feels that is penalty enough? 

Perhaps you feel as if I am being much too lenient with myself. Maybe I am unable to see the whole picture as you believe you can. I am too close to the problem. But if I am, aren’t you? You were my playmates, my confidants. How can you separate yourselves from what I have become? You helped me to become who I am. Don’t you feel somewhat responsible? You, who once loved me, now act as strangers and therefore able to judge me. Fine, you wish to betray me. Now is your chance. I cannot deny what I did. I am ready for your verdict.

They appear to lean toward each other conspiratorially, attempting to keep secret what I already know. Stealing glances out of the corners of their plastic eyes, they whisper their final judgment to each other. Teddy and I watch them closely as they discuss the verdict. What is there to discuss? The evidence is overwhelming, the verdict already decided and the sentence begun.

I realize that none of them are looking directly at me during this phase. They seem uncomfortable that they are not able to leave the room in order to talk about me more openly. Stolen looks are all they will afford me and these are not very encouraging, full of either contempt or pity. The moose and alien feel sorry for me, as if I had no control over what I did. They seem to understand, but I know that empathy does not give them the ability to excuse what I have done. The bunnies and pigs are unable to conceal their hatred. They are the consummate victims in life and do not give me the slightest leeway. Doubtless their idea of punishment for me would be swift and merciless. The others can vote against that, if they desire, and allow me some mercy, however small it may be. They may think this would be doing me a favor, but I’m not sure that I agree. Perhaps quick and painless would be better than slow and unending.

They finally settle down and Teddy and I prepare to hear what had already been decided. Someone has entered the room and delayed the verdict. What possible reason could there be to suspend such an important proceeding? The intruder saunters into the room, heedless of what has been interrupted. Atropos doesn’t appear to realize the seriousness of the situation. Her graceful form slides around the corner of the dresser and starts around the perimeter of the small room. As she takes her time surveying the room, she looks up at all the animals. She seems to carefully study each one as she passes. Her tail swings back and forth freely, as if to say she has all the time in the world. I do not remember her ever taking this much time to get down to business.

After holding the court hostage for an eternity, she finally approaches me. She does not know why I have been sequestered in this room for what seems like days. She always has been well attuned to my feelings, so perhaps she has come to offer her support. She looks up at me with need in her slanted eyes. As I reach to pick her up, she neatly side-steps me. Once again I have overestimated her. She is not here to support me. She meows at me angrily and looks towards the door, pleading with me to break my imprisonment and follow her to the kitchen. She is probably out of food and only needed me to act as server for her dinner. If only she knew that I cannot leave. That I am unable to walk out of this room which once held the happiest times of my life, but now is nothing more than a jail cell. Realizing that we have nothing to offer each other, Atropos turns her back on me and leaves me to my solitude. 

As she leaves the room and the soft patter of her paws fades to nothing, I come to the realization that she did not interrupt anything. She had been recruited by the animals to pass judgment. They were too afraid to voice the verdict and so passed the job on to another more suited to the task. After all this time, I now see that we did not know each other as well as I thought. To hide behind someone else, to have someone else do your dirty work is cowardly. Even with the terrible things I have done, I did them. It would have been much easier to pawn the task off on to another, but no. I knew that it was my job and my burden solely. You are not my peers. You have shown me that I never knew you at all. 

I now understand that I am truly alone. All have abandoned me. Even my faithful Teddy has returned to join the others. His silence wounds me. He stood with me as long as he could, but the pull of his own kind proves to be stronger than his loyalty to me. I don’t know how long I can do this. Eventually the silence, the loneliness will be too much for me. My real trial is just beginning.



Stuffed Canary



Author's note: This is a story based on Arrow and takes place during Season 3, but deviates from canon after the middle of season 2.

**

Sara Lance hadn't celebrated her birthday in over six years, something Felicity Smoak took exception too. It was understandable, Sara was ship-wrecked and fighting for her life during her first birthday away, and the other five had taken place while she was in the League of Assassins, a group which didn't exactly scream light-hearted celebrations, but as far as Felicity was concerned that was all the more reason for Sara to celebrate, and be celebrated as the amazing woman she was.

And certainly, no girlfriend of Felicity's was going to be miserable on her birthday. Felicity was going to make sure of that, no matter what it took.

If that meant inviting her girlfriend's ex-girlfriend who was not just a scary Assassin but the Heir to the Demon herself Nyssa al Ghul so be it. Although it may yet prove to be a decision Felicity regretted as Nyssa spent the whole night staring at her.

As she spent most of her time with Sara at first Felicity thought nothing of it, but then Sara went to the bathroom and still Nyssa stared in her direction. After that Felicity increasingly looked over at Nyssa, their eyes meeting more than once, and Felicity was pretty sure she would have wet herself if she wasn't literally surrounded by superheroes.

When the party was winding down Nyssa approached her, Felicity's heart hammering inside her chest as the intimidating woman marched up to her and asked, "Can I speak to you privately?"

Glancing at her girlfriend who raised an eyebrow at this Felicity began, "Erm..."

"No harm will come to you." Nyssa interrupted, turning to Sara as she added, "I swear by the name of my father, Ra's al Ghul."

There was a moment of silence and then Sara turned to the other blonde and simply said, "It's up to you, babe."

Felicity looked back and forth between the two former lovers, and then as a smug smirk crossed Nyssa's face, "Fine, lead the way."

With only a brief glance at her ex-girlfriend/Felicity's current girlfriend Nyssa turned and walked away, Felicity cautiously following her.

This was hardly the smartest thing she'd ever done, but the last time they were all in a room together Sara had threatened Nyssa's life if she touched 'one hair on Felicity's head' which was a big deal as Sara had told her that Nyssa was the first person she had ever fallen in love with, Felicity being the second.

Also logically speaking if Nyssa was going to try and kill her it wouldn't be after luring her away from Sara. Unless... it was some kind of double bluff, Nyssa using the excuse she would never be that sloppy to shift the blame onto some pre-picked out fall-guy... oh God, perhaps Felicity had made a terrible mistake.

Felicity was actually relieved when Nyssa led her out onto the balcony of the penthouse that Oliver had rented for the occasion because it had see-through windows.

She could even see Sara who was watching them intently, Felicity suddenly feeling brave, at least until Nyssa turned around and gave her that terrifying stair which she had been giving her all night.

Then she looked her up and down, Felicity never feeling more on display. Then she gulped as Nyssa stepped into her personal space and played with a strand of her hair.

"You are very beautiful." Nyssa said softly.

"Thanks." Felicity blushed, "Sara prefers the term cute, but it kind of gets repetitive, and honestly a little condescending-"

"But you talk so much." Nyssa said bluntly, flicking Felicity's hair away.

"I get that a lot." Felicity squeaked.

"You also seem, now how would Sara put it, very vanilla. Sweet and innocent." Nyssa smirked, "Sara is, in her own words, a slut. It makes me wonder how someone like you can please her."

Feeling emboldened by having Sara and all her friends who were beginning to look at them through the glass, Felicity puffed up her chest and pointed out, "She's with me, so I must do okay."

"I suppose..." Nyssa admitted, before smiling, "But I wonder, do you fuck her in the ass?"

Felicity was grateful that the music was still too loud for anyone else to hear Nyssa, or herself for that matter, as although she initially blushed she forced herself to admit as boldly and quietly as possible, "Yes."

Looking genuinely surprised Nyssa murmured, "Lick her ass."

"Yes." Felicity said, feeling smug, "Look, I know Sara is like, way kinkier than I'm used to... also a lot more female. Like 100% more than I'm used too. But I love her, and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for her. And for the record, I kind of like the kinky stuff, thank you. So, nice try, but there's nothing you can say to drive a wedge between us. We have no secrets."

For a second Felicity thought she had one, then the shock expression morphed into something which weirdly looked like something reminiscent of respect before Nyssa landed a verbal blow Felicity didn't see coming, "Have you had a threesome with her?"

Felicity could feel her eyes going cartoonishly wide as she could only squeak in reply, "What?"

Smirking with what looked like relief Nyssa continued, "It is not uncommon for my father to enjoy multiple lovers at the same time, as his predecessors did. Sara knew this, which is why she confessed a desire to participate in such pleasure. But I must confess, I couldn't bear the thought of sharing her. Have you?"

There was a long silence, then Felicity looked over at Sara, "She never said anything."

"The Sara I know was always very private, but your boss assures me you have a talent for getting the truth out of people." Nyssa said, "But given everything you already know, I doubt you think I'm lying about Sara's greatest fantasy."

Looking back at the assassin Felicity murmured, "She said it was her greatest?"

"At least of the things she never tried." Nyssa smiled, "And it's not too late."

"Uh... what do you, oh! OH!" Felicity said, realisation hitting her seconds later, "I, I thought you couldn't bear the thought of sharing her?"

"Not when Sara was mine." Nyssa admitted, "Now she's yours, and the decision falls upon you to offer her this gift or not. Although you did say you would do anything for her, and make this 'best birthday ever'."

There was a long silence and then Felicity pointed out, "You just want her back?"

"Yes." Nyssa admitted sadly, almost laughing as she added, "But I'm not convinced it will work. I have seen her with you. She adores you. Not that I can blame her. You are truly beautiful. Sharing her with you, even just for a night, would be no great hardship."

Another long pause and then Felicity said, "I'll think about it."

Nyssa allowed Felicity to turn and walk a few steps before calling out, "'I'll be waiting in your apartment. If your decision is no you have my word I will leave without seeking retribution."

*

Sara had tried not to panic when Nyssa first approach them, or when she led Felicity away or the two of them were talking. Not just because she feared for Felicity's safety.

That was part of it but Nyssa had given Sara her word and it was unlikely she would try something so bold under the circumstances, but for better or for worse what she was most afraid of was Nyssa telling Felicity something about her that would scare her off.

After all, she had shared much with Felicity, far more than she had originally intended to, but there were some things Nyssa knew about her past, the things she had done, things she'd rather left forgotten.

So when Nyssa left Felicity unharmed it was a relief, but Sara's mind was not entirely put at ease given the expression on Felicity's face as she returned to the party, Sara quickly approaching her girlfriend and nervously asking, "Everything okay babe?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Felicity quickly replied unconvincingly, and then when Sara gave her a look she leaned in and added, "We can talk about it later, okay? For now just enjoy your party."

Sara swallowed and nervously whispered in Felicity's ear, "Are you breaking up with me?"

"God no!" Felicity exclaimed, loud enough to grab everyone's attention. She then blushed and whispered in Sara's ear, "I'm absolutely not breaking up with you, I just can't have this conversation right now, okay? I need time to process. Until then, please try the cake. It's so good."

What was going on made Sara finally cave and had some of the cake Felicity had been pushing on her for an hour. It was admittedly good, but taking the time to sample some cake meant she lost sight of Nyssa, and when she went looking for her she was nowhere to be found.

Which was frustrating, because it meant Sara had spend the next few hours obsessing over what was waiting for her when the party ended, and assuring the likes of Oliver and Diggle everything was fine when the truth was she didn't know herself.

Still she hadn't forgotten her training and was able to stop herself not to push Felicity for answers the second they left the party. Thankfully Felicity didn't make her wait much longer than that.

In fact as soon as they got in Felicity's car the hacker turned to her and blurted out, "Is your greatest fantasy to have a threesome?"

After letting out a huge sigh of relief Sara couldn't help but chuckle a little as she replied, "That's it? Oh thank God!"

Felicity frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Cringing Sara cautiously replied, "Well, it's just... I've done a lot of bad things."

Giving her a sympathetic expression and taking her hand Felicity said softly, "But I already know all that."

"You know the PG version." Sara pointed out softly, unable to look her girlfriend in the eye, "You don't know the names of the people I killed, how I killed them and what happened because I killed them. If you did, you'd never see me as anything but a monster."

"That's not true." Felicity insisted.

"Maybe, maybe not." Sara said, attempting to change the subject as she looked at Felicity and smiled, "But compared to the darkness of my past a silly little fantasy is nothing."

"But... did you really ask for one? From Nyssa?" Felicity asked.

Sara paused for a few seconds, weighing her options and then replied, "Nanda Parbat is like a different world. Only the Strong survive there. Part of that survival is indulging in whatever earthly pleasures are available, and given sex was free and easily available threesomes, foursomes and so on were practically commonplace. I brought up the subject with Nyssa, because there were a lot of good-looking people around her and yes, I'd always wanted to indulge in that particular kink, but she didn't want to share me, so I dropped it."

Felicity nodded and then asked, "And how do you feel now?"

Frowning Sara asked, "What do you mean?"

Lowering her gaze Felicity mumbled, "Am, am I enough for you?"

"Oh Felicity, sweetie, you're everything I could possibly hope for, and far more than I deserve. Don't let some stupid fantasy let you doubt that." Sara said firmly, taking both Felicity's hands in hers.

There was a long pause, and then Felicity looked at her, "Do you still want too? Have a threesome, I mean. Obviously."

Sara bit her lip, debating her response for a long time before admitting, "If it didn't mean losing the best thing that ever happened to me, sure."

"Well then..." Felicity said as boldly as she could, letting go of Sara's hands and starting the engine before she lost her nerve, "I did promise you the best birthday ever, so let's have an all-girl threesome."

*

The drive back to their apartment was in total silence, mostly because Sara was too busy trying to get over her shock at this development. True, Felicity had been open to things she would have never imagined her to be, and had even liked these things, but this was extreme even for Sara, and she openly considered herself to be sexually wild.

Could sweet Felicity really go through with this? Would it destroy their relationship? What had Nyssa said to convince Felicity to go through with something like this? And more importantly was it really worth risking everything just for her wildest fantasy?

When they finally reached their destination and Felicity stopped the car they sat there in silence for a few long seconds and then Sara murmured, "So, Nyssa is waiting for us in our apartment?"

"Uh-huh." Felicity nodded.

"And you're sure you're okay with this?" Sara asked, and then when Felicity shrugged Sara sighed, "Felicity, we're not doing this unless you're sure."

"Oh right, because I'm sure everyone who goes through with having a threesome is blasé about it." Felicity scoffed, "Sorry, I'm not as cool as you and Nyssa, but I'm not the delicate snowflake you both seem to think I am. I can be just as kinky and bad ass as you. And whatever she says I know Nyssa is just doing this to get you back, but if she's going to do it it's not going to be because she's more kinky and bad ass than I am. And if you're going to leave me for her, I'd rather you did it now, because it would destroy me, but I would live. I'm not sure that would be the case if I full any more in love with you. So let's just do this, and see what happens, okay?"

Sara was once again stunned into silence by Felicity Smoak, although eventually she smiled softly, gently took Felicity's hand with hers again and firmly said, "I love you too. So, so much. I promise whatever happens I will not leave you for her."

Felicity turned to look at her, softly smiled and then got out of the car. Sara quickly followed suit in the two blondes held hands in an awkward silence as they travelled up to the tiny apartment which had become their love nest.

Sure enough they had an intruder in the form of Nyssa al Ghul, who was actually looking a little uncharacteristically anxious as she watched them slowly enter and locked the door behind them.

"So, do you want me to leave?"

All eyes turned to Felicity who looked Nyssa up and down for a second and then replied, "No, stay."

For a few brief seconds Nyssa looked relieved, then a familiar smirk crossed her face, "Then follow me."

Without another word Felicity and Sara obeyed, stripping off their jackets as Nyssa removed her armour and a great deal of her uniform, although she was still mostly clothed once they reach their destination, at which point Nyssa turn to Felicity and asked, "Did Sara tell you the details of her fantasy?"

"No." Felicity admitted softly.

Nyssa smirked again, and slowly approached her beloved, "Sara wishes to be roughly taken. Used and abused, although not hurt by her lovers. To both be shared and fucked at the same time. Is this something you feel you're up for Felicity?"

As the brunette turned to her Felicity forced herself to look as confident as she could manage and then boldly state, "You don't need to tell me Sara likes it rough, and I'll do whatever it takes to make this her best birthday ever."

"Even if it means DP'ing her?" Nyssa pushed, smiling as she glanced at Sara who was actually blushing slightly, "Because that's her favourite part of the fantasy. And I have to admit, the idea of my beloved taking a strap-on dildo in her cunt, and one in her ass, at the same time is very, very appealing."

Felicity couldn't help look taken aback for a couple of seconds, before realising she should have guessed that Sara would want that and simply nodded her head, "Like I said, whatever it takes. I'll, I'll do anything for her. I'd, I'd do anything for you Sara. I love you."

"Thanks babe." Sara briefly hesitating as she looked at her ex-girlfriend before telling her current girlfriend, "I love you too. Thank you so much for doing this."

"You're welcome." Felicity blushed, finding comfort in the fact that Sara also seem nervous.

"How sweet." Nyssa scowled before forcing a smirk as she turned back to her beloved, "How about you Sara? Are you prepared to do anything to please myself and Felicity?"

"God yes." Sara huskily replied.

"Good." Nyssa purred, gently cupping the back of Sara's head and pulling her forwards.

Naturally Nyssa pushed her own head forwards in turn, the two women meeting in the middle for a gentle kiss. Which wasn't quite as good when Sara was hers, but Nyssa did have to admit there was a thrill to doing this in front of Sara's new girlfriend.

Not that she truly loath Felicity Smoak, the girl just had something she desperately wanted and this was the first step to getting back what was rightfully hers, Nyssa putting every ounce of love she had for Sara in this kiss, determined to show her beloved she was still her everything.

After that she allowed the two blondes to kiss, intending to show the difference, although there didn't appear to be any, Felicity needing little encouragement to kiss Sara with the exact same amount of passion Nyssa had shown.

Part of Nyssa was happy to see this, because if Sara insisted on being with someone else, at least it was someone who genuinely loved her as much as Nyssa did. But mostly she was surprised that she wasn't overwhelmed by jealousy. Sure, that had a lot to do with it, but mostly she just enjoyed the view.

Instead of analysing that she gently and wordlessly insisted that the two blondes break their kiss so she could kiss Sara again, she and Felicity taking it in turns to worship Sara's lips with their own for several long minutes.

Then Nyssa calmly ordered Sara, "Strip."

Unsurprisingly Sara was only too happy to obey. She had never been shy about her body, at least not to Nyssa's knowledge, and she certainly shouldn't be.

Oh yes, Sara Lance was hot and she knew it, the little tease gleefully stripping off her clothes torturously slow, and while Nyssa enjoyed a little teasing after watching Sara disrobe she didn't show nearly as much restraint taking off her own things.

In comparison Felicity was adorably shy, still almost fully clothed when Nyssa and Sara were completely naked, and what happened next would either help or prove Felicity wasn't worthy of Sara.

"Get on your knees!" Nyssa ordered her ex-girlfriend and then after her beloved had obeyed walked forwards so that her cunt was directly in Sara's face, "Good girl. Now eat me. Eat my pussy you little slut, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss, lick me, ooooooooooooh Gooooooooooooddddddddddddd!"

To Sara's credit she immediately started licking Nyssa just the way she liked it, making the brunette moan and cupped the blonde's head to push Sara's face deep into her cunt. To Felicity's credit she didn't look away for a second.

In fact, she found the courage to not only take off the rest of her clothes, but to start fingering herself, the cute blonde settling herself into the middle of the bed and just enjoying the show as Sara continued to prove she hadn't forgotten how to make Nyssa moan, groan, gasp, whimper and cry out in pleasure.

Sara had missed this. She adored Felicity, and her delicious twat, but even though the brilliant blonde had stolen her heart a piece of it remained with Nyssa al Ghul.

Partly because while Felicity was surprisingly good at topping her, she just didn't have the air of effortless dominance that Nyssa did, Sara's submissive side thrilled at her current position, and the wonderful words falling out of Nyssa's mouth, each one making Sara's insights tingle.

At least when Nyssa recovered the ability to speak coherently, which took a few long minutes of gentle but firm pussy licking, not that Sara minded.

It was certainly worth it for when Nyssa recovered, "Yes, oh yes, lick me! Lick my pussy you beautiful woman! Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssss, oh Sara, you're such a hot little slut. Mmmmmmmmmm, my beloved is a dirty little pussy licking slut who just can't get enough of my cunt. Oh yes, lick my clit, oh God, lick it just like that, oooooooooooh fuck, harder! HARDER! Ohhhhhhhhhh, good. Now fuck me! Tongue fuck me you little cunt licker! Mmmmmmmmm yes, stick your tongue inside my cunt and fuck me with it! Fuck me, oh Sara, fuck me with your tongue, Sara, OH SARA!"




Stuffed Canary



Sara was a little surprised that Nyssa asked to be tongue fucked this early. Sure, they had plenty of quickies before, but never this quick, and it wasn't like they were in a rush.

Of course, the point of this was probably to remind Sara how good her ex-girlfriend tasted, not that she actually needed reminding, and it was very possible Nyssa was saving her strength for when she would be the one actually contributing to the fun.

Actually, knowing Nyssa al Ghul it was hard for Sara to believe that wasn't her goal. Not that it mattered. Sara had made a promise to Felicity, and as much as she loved Nyssa she just loved Felicity that much more.

Of course Sara wasn't going to explain that to Nyssa and lose her chance for a all-girl threesome, for a second or two Sara feeling guilty about that, although ultimately she was fairly confident that even if Nyssa didn't succeed in her obvious attempt to win her back that her ex-girlfriend would still treasure the memory of what would no doubt going to be a very special night.

To ensure that Sara pushed her tongue as deep as it would go into Nyssa's pussy. Not right away, partly because she wanted to hear Nyssa becoming more desperate for it and make sure she was ready for it, but mostly because Sara loved being a tease.

When she did finally push her tongue inside her ex-girlfriend Nyssa was completely incoherent, and screams of pleasure became deafening as Sara slowly invaded her cunt and then started fucking it with her tongue, effortlessly pushing the Heir to the Demon to the edge of orgasm in what felt like seconds and then kept her there for what felt like hours.

In reality it was probably only minutes, but however long it was Sara loved every second of it. Well almost, the Canary worried about her current girlfriend's reaction to watching her eat out her ex-girlfriend.

Nyssa got a front row seat to Felicity's reaction and it alone almost made her cum. Which was a problem for her, as the point of this particular exercise was to prove that she could outlast the likes of Felicity Smoak.

That she could hold back her orgasm longer than anyone in the name of prolonging the wonderful sex she and Sara always shared, but thanks to Felicity, and Sara's skillful tongue work, Nyssa didn't last nearly as long as she wanted too.

And for that she mostly blamed Felicity. Herself too, although not Sara. Never Sara. So the majority of the blame landed on the deceptively sexy Felicity Smoak.

It didn't seem fair. Nyssa had known Felicity was desirable. She was not blind. But she had thought her merely cute. Not in her league, and certainly not in Sara's.

But the woman possessed far more confidence and beauty than Nyssa originally gave her credit for, and she was now blown away by the sight of a completely naked Felicity Smoak gently masturbating to the sight of Sara going down on the other assassin.

Why was that so appealing to her? Why did it consume her vision and thoughts when her beloved was kneeling in front of her and tongue fucking her pussy? Why was Felicity Smoak so intoxicating?

As if sensing Nyssa wasn't giving her the attention she deserved Sara gradually increased the pace of the tongue fucking, forcing the Heir to the Demon to close her eyes and concentrate on not cumming.

However despite her main goal for this particular act having her beloved's mouth and tongue worshipping her soon proved too much for even Nyssa's restraint and she came wonderfully hard into Sara's mouth.

That mouth quickly became glued to her pussy, Nyssa feeling a incredible thrill as she felt Sara sucking the cum out of her, although it was little consolation to having failed her goal.

After that the floodgates were open, Nyssa knowing she would be unable to stop herself and not even trying. Instead she grabbed Sara's head in both hands and pushed the face of her beloved as deep as it would go into her cunt.

Soon after that she began grinding against Sara's eager mouth, the blonde doing a commendable job at swallowing the majority of the brunette's cum, despite the fact that Nyssa was currently using her face as a fuck pad. Then she opened her eyes to see the look of lust, and a little apprehension, on Felicity's beautiful face, which only made Nyssa cum harder.

Normally at this stage Sara liked to add her fingers into the mix, if she hadn't already. Shove one, two, maybe even three fingers into her lover's pussy and/or up her ass, ideally while using her other hand to pleasure herself.

This time round she wanted to wait for later, and Nyssa was grinding against her face a little too roughly for Sara to slip her hand between their bodies, so instead the Canary concentrated on grabbing onto the brunette's butt and pushing herself even deeper into Nyssa's cunt.

Towards the end she even gave up on the tongue fucking entirely and concentrated on sucking whatever part of her lover's pussy she could in between greedily gulping down Nyssa's cum.

As a side-effect of her intensive training Nyssa had the stamina to continue this for quite a while, Sara making her cum several times in the process, but predictably the Heir to the Demon wanted to save her strength for returning the favour. So she push Sara away sooner than both of them would have liked, but Sara wasn't about to complain.

No, she was grateful for the opportunity to turn around and look at Felicity to see how her girlfriend was coping with all of this, a big part of Sara terrified that Felicity would be curled up in a ball, blushing and awkward, and/or silently furious that Sara had cheated on her, right in front of her no less.

So It was a tremendous relief to see Felicity with one hand cupping her tits and the other on her pussy, the other blonde briefly frozen like a kid with their hand stuck in the cookie jar. Then Felicity smiled bashfully, sat up, scooted forward a little and then beckoned Sara forwards.

With a ridiculously big grin on her face Sara scurried onto the bed until she was kneeling in front of her girlfriend, Felicity not hesitating to grab onto her face and pull her in for a deep kiss, her current girlfriend tasting the cum and pussy cream of her ex-girlfriend on her lips and tongue.

Then Felicity broke the kiss about a minute later and pushed the fingers which had just been playing with her cunt into Sara's mouth, Sara eagerly sucking them clean before Felicity kissed her again, this time tasting herself on Sara's lips and tongue.

"God I love you!" Sara said softly and breathlessly with a huge grin her face was the latest kiss was broken.

"I, I love you too." Felicity murmured softly, glancing back and forth between the loving look in Sara's eyes and the 'kicked puppy' expression on Nyssa's face. Obviously realising what she'd just done a guilty expression crossed Sara's face, but before this threesome could come to a screeching halt Felicity slide her hand to the back of Sara's head and pushed her downwards forcefully while ordering, "Now eat my pussy!"

"Yes ma'am." Sara grinned, not needing to be told twice.

Sara started eagerly licking her girlfriend, starting with slow gentle strokes of her tongue along Felicity's pussy lips while making sure to avoid her clit. As she wasn't told otherwise Sara continued with that technique for quite a while, although it wasn't long before she started hitting Felicity's clit with every other lick, making sure to keep every touch gentle.

After all, after being practically drowned by Nyssa's juices Sara wanted to take her time and enjoy Felicity's yummy pussy, and of course tease the other blonde directly. And the brunette indirectly. From the sounds Felicity was making she was succeeding, and Sara didn't need a sound to know that Nyssa desperately wanted to rejoin the fun.

Felicity enjoyed a bit of teasing. Living with Sara meant she had too, and she had started that before the two of them had officially got together, although when it came to sex there was definitely such a thing as too much teasing and Sara often pushed the boundaries of that. Or at least Felicity's boundaries of that.

However with another person involved Felicity doubted that she'd have to wait too long for some satisfaction, so first she closed her eyes and just enjoy the sensation of the other girl's skilful tongue caressing her centre, one hand going back to gently caressing her tits while the other stroked Sara's hair.

Of course it was hard for Felicity to keep her eyes closed when there was an assassin in the room. Or at least an assassin who she didn't trust, and despite Sara promising on several occasions that they could trust her ex-girlfriend considering she was the Canary's current girlfriend Felicity found it very difficult.

Although it only seemed like Nyssa had no alternative motive right now, that her only intention was to bring Sara pleasure, and Felicity was fine with that, as long as she got to watch.

God, Felicity never got this into porn, and yet the sight of a naked Nyssa al Ghul kneeling down behind her girlfriend and sliding a finger or two inside her was incredibly erotic.

From her current position Felicity didn't get a good look at it, but she presumed that's what happened considering the way Sara briefly stopped licking her pussy to moan.

Sara then started licking her with faster and firmer swipes of her tongue, hitting Felicity's clit almost every time and occasionally even wrapping her lips around it for a brief sucking.

That had Felicity blissfully closing her eyes again, especially when there was another moan from Sara, probably indicating that Nyssa was now officially finger fucking her.

Opening her eyes in hopes of seeing some form of evidence of this Felicity was instead greeted by the sight of Nyssa leaning down and presumably licking Sara's pussy or ass hole.

If Felicity was in that position she would definitely be rimming Sara, partly because Nyssa had teased her about it earlier and partly because she knew Sara loved getting her ass fucked, and given her earlier conversation with Nyssa it was hard to believe that at least one of them wouldn't be butt fucking the girl they loved.

And as Felicity was determined not to be outdone she promised herself she would be fucking Sara's butt tonight, if only to remind Sara and/or prove to Nyssa that she could, and would, do it.

Nyssa was in fact licking Sara's ass hole with long, slow strokes of her tongue while gently fingering her beloved at the same pace.

Which was something Nyssa had always enjoyed doing to her lovers, but none of the others got off on it quite like Sara Lance. Oh yes, Sara Lance loved ass play, and Nyssa was proud of the fact that she was the one to introduce her to it.

The first who had rimmed the beautiful blonde, who had the pleasure of talking this girl into performing her first rim job by shoving her tongue up her ass, and perhaps most importantly Nyssa was the one to take Sara's anal cherry. For that matter, she was the first woman to slide her fingers inside Sara's pussy, Nyssa smiling into the ass hole of her beloved as she reflected on how many firsts they had.

How could Felicity possibly compete with the history Nyssa had with Sara? Oh right, because for every good memory there were 10 bad ones, Nyssa thought sadly. Most of those weren't her fault, although it did not matter now.

All that mattered was showing Sara that no one could please her as much as Nyssa, and whatever price was worth paying for them to be together, Nyssa soon setting out to prove that as she increased the pace and force of the pussy fingering and ass licking. 

Even as her heart swelled from making Sara moan with pleasure Nyssa held no ill will towards Felicity, which was baffling to the Heir to the Demon.

If it had been anyone else stealing the heart of her beloved she would despise them, and think nothing of hurting or even killing them if she got the chance.

Yet she couldn't hate Felicity Smoak, the computer girl was just so intoxicating Nyssa knew that if she had met Felicity first she would have most likely pursued her. So indulging in a threesome with her was proving to be a genuine pleasure, far more than Nyssa anticipated.

She especially liked the way what she was doing to Sara made her ex-girlfriend moan into her ex-girlfriend's current girlfriend's pussy, meaning Nyssa was essentially pleasuring both blondes at once.

Of course as pleasant as that thought was Nyssa's main focus remained her beloved, Nyssa curling her fingers inside of Sara's cunt to hit her G-spot while literally trying to push her tongue into Sara's butt hole.

The fact that the forbidden hole open to allow pretty much the full-length of Nyssa's tongue to enter it was a testament to all those nights Nyssa had taken this ass, but also proved Sara had continued getting regular ass fuckings, most likely from the innocent seeming Felicity, the thought almost enough to make Nyssa cum. Her actions were certainly enough to make Sara cum, Nyssa fucking her precious blonde's holes through her orgasm and to several more.

Not to be outdone Sara pushed her tongue into Felicity's pussy at the same time Nyssa shoved hers up her ass. Sara was much more slow and gentle with the penetration and the initial tongue fucking, but it wasn't long before she had Felicity on the edge of orgasm, or long before she was pushing her over that edge.

Part of Sara would have liked to stretch this out because there was nothing she liked more than eating Felicity's pretty little pussy, but with Nyssa skilfully making her cum over and over again it didn't seem right to deny Felicity. Besides, Sara was eager to get DP'ed by her ex and current girlfriend at the same time.

More importantly Felicity whimpered, "Please Sara, please... I, I need to cum. Please make me cum, oh God! Sara, oooooooooohhhhhhhhh Gooooooooddddddddddd Saraaaaaaaaaaaa!"

What was Sara supposed to do? Not make the woman she loved cum? Okay, she had been just about able to resist in the past and the name of making Felicity's eventual orgasm that much more powerful, but it would be just rude to deny her when she herself was receiving such incredible pleasure.

Besides, Sara wasn't in the mood for teasing. No, she was in the mood to swallow some girl cum, and after just a few minutes of intense tongue thrusting she got what she wanted, Sara having to quickly pull her tongue out of Felicity's cunt and wrap her mouth tightly around that entrance so she could swallow as much of Felicity's cum as she could.

Sara was proud of the fact that she swallowed most of that heavenly cream, but a good amount ended up on her face and then even more as she worked tirelessly to make Felicity cum over and over again.

As it was Felicity's pleasure which mattered most to Sara, and Nyssa was providing her with plenty of pleasure anyway, the Canary eventually convinced herself to replace her mouth with her fingers.

In all fairness, it was thrilling to feel Felicity's pussy squeezing her fingers every time the other blonde came, but it just couldn't compare to swallowing Felicity's cum. So, after a few minutes of fingering, Sara switched back to tongue fucking her girlfriend.

Back and forth Sara switched between those two techniques, along the way beginning to play with Felicity's clit to make sure she came extra hard.

Whenever she was tongue fucking Felicity she would use her fingers to rub her clit, and although it had an effect Felicity went completely crazy whenever Sara finger fucked her and wrapped her mouth around her clit to suck it and/or flick it with her tongue.

Nyssa also helped, her work causing Sara to moan, groan, gasp, whimper and even scream against Felicity's sensitive flesh, the vibrations causing the brilliant blonde to cum even harder.

Meanwhile Nyssa had three fingers of one hand slamming in and out of Sara's cunt while two fingers from the other hand hammered Sara's ass, the Heir to the Demon smirking proudly as she once again effortlessly made her beloved cum.

Nyssa then licked her lips as she pushed a fourth finger into Sara's pussy, her precious blonde squealing into the pussy of the other blonde has she once again came. Came for Nyssa, the Heir to the Demon making her cum harder than anyone ever could, especially this beautiful but physically weak computer nerd.

Wanting to emphasise her superiority as a lover over Miss Smoak Nyssa briefly considered fisting her beloved. She knew Sara could take it, they had done that before and the other assassin was halfway there already.

But Nyssa knew it wasn't what Sara wanted most now, and while the whole point of this night was winning Sara back Nyssa was going to do just that as she gave her precious Ta-er al-Safar exactly what she wanted. So reluctantly Nyssa pulled away and covered her strap-on cock in Sara's pussy cream.

Sensing what she was doing Sara pulled herself away from Felicity's pussy, grinned wickedly and then slowly crawled over to Nyssa and took the other assassin's strap-on into her mouth.

Nyssa smiled with wicked delight as Sara began sucking her cock, slowly and softly at first but quickly picking up the pace and moaning as she tasted herself on it already. It would not be the last time she did that. Nyssa promised herself that.

Oh yes, Sara was going to get plenty of chances to taste herself on her cock, both today and for the rest of their lives, Sara having no choice but to choose her once she proved beyond a shadow of a doubt Felicity was no match for Nyssa al Ghul.

"That's it Sara, suck my cock." Nyssa said, in the name of her last thought giving Sara the dirty talk she craved, "Mmmmmmm yes, suck my cock you little cock sucker! Make sure it's nice and wet for your slutty little fuck holes. Ooooooooh yes, the slutty little fuck holes myself and your girlfriend will be fucking at the same time, proving what a slut you are."

"So do it." Sara challenge, once she pulled her mouth off the dick, "Fuck me."

"Give me a proper cock sucking first, you inpatient little bitch!" Nyssa growled, before smirking, "Then maybe."

Sara grinned wickedly up at the brunette, and then effortlessly took every single inch of that dildo down her throat, showing off skills that Nyssa could only wish she taught her beloved blonde. Sara then moaned happily, tasting the last of her juices.

Nyssa had been sure to coat the full-length of the shaft, and thanks to how much she had already made Sara cum she had plenty of liquid to do it, Nyssa through much enjoying the sight of Sara's head once again buried in her crotch, before looking over at the already sweaty body of her rival.

Part of her thought she was so beautiful, part of Nyssa felt guilty for trying to steal Sara. After all, she knew the pain of losing the Canary. However there had to be a loser here, and it would not be her.

Eager to officially win Nyssa only gave Sara a few minutes to deep throat her, then she past Sara the other strap-on and said, "Here... for your pretty little blonde."

"Thanks." Sara grinned after taking Nyssa's dick out of her mouth, happily grabbing the toy and turning to Felicity. She then briefly turned back and said, "Seriously, thanks Nyssa. For everything."

"You're... you're welcome." Nyssa said, watching with a mixture of lust and jealousy as Sara turned her full attention to her current girlfriend. 

Felicity had barely recovered from her orgasms when she felt her legs being lifted up slightly so Sara could easily slide a harness up them. As this wasn't the first time they had done this Felicity automatically lifted her butt up at the appropriate times, making it nice and easy for Sara to strap the dildo around her waist.

A few seconds later she looked down and sure enough, she was rewarded with Sara grinning up at her, the base of the dildo in her hand and the tip resting against her lips.




Stuffed Canary



With Felicity watching Sara slowly opened her mouth and took the first few inches of the cock into her mouth, the Canary then taking several long minutes to bob her head up and down the shaft just like she almost always did whenever Sara was in the mood to get fucked like this.

However there was one possible difference, that being the other assassin in the room, who was now sporting a dildo of her own in between her legs, and even moved closer like she was going to try and fuck her while Sara was sucking Felicity's strap-on.

Before Nyssa could do that a clearly impatient Sara jumped up and impaled herself on Felicity's dildo. She hadn't even deep throated her, something Felicity was pretty sure never happened unless they were fucking in public. Had she mentioned that Sara had kind of corrupted her?

Not that Felicity could concentrate on the past when in her present her girlfriend was slowly sliding herself down on her strap-on until every inch of the dildo was inside her, Sara letting out a long moan and savouring the moment before beginning to gently bounce up and down on Felicity's cock, much to the delight of every woman in the room.

At times like this Felicity was never sure where to look. Sara's big beautiful boobs bouncing in time with each thrust, the other blonde's pretty little pussy sliding up and down her cock, or that gorgeous face awash with ecstasy.

The last was probably Felicity's favourite, although everything else was just as captivating, including the unusual sight of the Heir to the Demon slowly approaching her girlfriend from behind, Felicity's excitement and nervousness coming back full force as the moment of truth approached.

Then Sara opened her eyes, gave her a warm smile and then stop bouncing and leaned down. For a wonderful second Felicity thought Sara was going to kiss her again, but for better or worse Sara had something kinkier in mind.

Reaching back and spreading her butt cheeks Sara begged, "Do it Nyssa! Fuck me! Mmmmmmmmm, fuck my slutty little ass while my girlfriend is fucking my pussy. Please? I wanna be double stuffed."

"And you shall be." Nyssa promised as she finished getting into position.

Nyssa's favourite part of a woman's body was her ass, and Sara truly did have a magnificent rump. It was one of the many things Nyssa loved about her. In fact, probably due to her love for the girl, Sara's ass was the best in the world in Nyssa's opinion. 

It was certainly the best she'd ever seen, and her favourite fuck hole, so even with all her training it was impossible for Nyssa to keep the evil grin off her face as she firmly pressed her strap-on against Sara's butt hole. Not that she tried not to grin, Nyssa putting all her energy into stretching Sara's ass hole, the whole world melting away until there was just her cock and the hole she so adored.

All too soon Sara's slutty ass hole stretched wide enough to accommodate the head of Nyssa's cock, making her precious Canary sing for her. More accurately Sara cried out and then moaned in pure pleasure, which was a sweeter sound than any a real canary made to Nyssa.

Sara continued making those sounds as Nyssa slowly slid her strap-on into the blonde's bottom, Nyssa taking her time so she could savour every second of it, and perhaps more importantly so that Sara had time to appreciate what must be a unique sensation.

Nyssa had never been DP'ed herself, but she could imagine it was a very pleasant experience for those with a submissive side like Sara. As a pure top Nyssa had no desire to submit to such debauchery, but the sounds coming out of Sara's mouth almost made her reconsider.

One of the sounds, a moan, was so loud Nyssa was surprised the neighbours didn't complain, or that idiot Oliver Queen didn't suddenly burst in and start threatening her of hurting his ex-girlfriend. She almost wished he would, so he could find out exactly what she was doing to Sara, with the help of his precious assistant.

Putting such thoughts out of her head Nyssa teasingly asked, "Do you like this Sara?"

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooodddddddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss, mmmmmmmmmmm, it's sooooooooooo goooooooooodddddddddd mmmmmmmmmmm, more! More, more, more! Ooooooooooooh fuck, please Nyssa give me every inch. I want every inch of you and Felicity inside me." Sara whimpered.

Unable to deny her beloved anything Nyssa sped up the pace ever so slightly, ensuring that every single inch of her dildo was buried in Sara's ass in a matter of seconds.

To be fair at that point there had only been a few inches not inside Sara's ass, but it was still forcing places deep inside the blonde to be stretched unnaturally wide, and with the addition of the cock inside her pussy surely it shouldn't be pleasurable, but again Sara was proving her claims of being a slut to be accurate as she continued crying out in only pleasure.

Nevertheless Nyssa gave her several long seconds before she began thrusting her hips back and fourth, officially beginning to sodomise Sara while there was a cock in her cunt.

Sara was in heaven right now. Or at least close to it as someone like her would ever get. Then again considering all the blood on her hands Sara Lance had been unfairly blessed as of late.

Sure she had gone through hell on Nanda Parbat and with the League of Assassins, however in the process she found love with the awesome Nyssa al Ghul and then the awesome in a whole other way Felicity Smoak. To have sex with both those lovers at the same time was incredible, but to have them DP her with strap-on cocks was beyond anything Sara could accurately put into words.

During the initial penetration of the second dildo it was hard enough for Sara to even think, her whole world revolving around Nyssa's cock slowly pushing its way into her ass, rubbing against her anal walls and the thin layer of flesh separating the newly added dildo against the dildo in her cunt.

Even as her slutty ass quickly relaxed to once again being invaded and she sought of got used to the feeling of two cocks inside her mostly Sara just thought 'wow' over and over again. Then the amazing pleasure she felt became too much and she suddenly desperately needed to cum, and unlike her proud ex-girlfriend and her sexually shy current girlfriend Sara had no problem begging for what she wanted.

"HARDER! MAKE ME CUM!" Sara screamed at the top of her lungs before whimpering, "Please, please, please, ohhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooodddddddddddd make me cum! Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, mmmmmmmmmm, pound my little fuck holes and make me cum. Please Nyssa, ooooooooooooh, fuck me! Butt fuck me Nyssa, mmmmmmmmmm, butt fuck me like you did the night you took my anal cherry, oh shit, only harder. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk yessssssssssssssss, that's it, pound me deep! Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooodddddddddd, mmmmmmmmmm, you too Felicity! Please fuck me babe. Fuck me, YES FUCK ME, OH FUCK, SHIT, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! FUCKKKKKKKKKKK YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS, POUND ME, POUND MY FUCKING HOLES, OHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT!"

Naturally Nyssa was only too happy to grant Sara's request and pick up the speed and force of the sodomy, but what was really impressive was that Felicity didn't hesitate to do the same. Well, there might have been a second or two there, but in the past Felicity had become completely lost in watching Sara ride her, and compared to that it was instantaneous.

Considering her current condition it certainly felt instantaneous to Sara, who despite her best efforts became completely incoherent as her ex-girlfriend and her current girlfriend literally began fucking her at the same time. Before it was more like Nyssa impaling Sara on Felicity's dick with every thrust the other assassin gave to her ass, and as heavenly as that was it couldn't compare to dildos being thrust inside her at the same time.

If that wasn't enough Felicity grabbed her firmly by the hair, forcing Sara to look into her eyes, and then ordered her, "Cum for us! Cum for me and Nyssa while our cocks are in your pussy and ass you little slut! Yeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss, that's it, cum. Cum for me baby. Cum for us, as we DP you like a whore. Mmmmmmmmmm, you're such a good whore for us Sara. Such a good, beautiful little whore for me and Nyssa. Our beautiful Canary... hey, I guess this makes you our stuffed Canary. Because we're stuffing you full of cock and you're absolutely loving it, isn't that right baby?"

"YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Sara screamed at the top of her lungs, "I'M YOUR STUFFED CANARY! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD, DOUBLE STUFF ME! STUFF MY HOLES FULL OF COCK! OHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSS MAKE ME YOUR STUFFED CANARY!"

This more than anything else was why Sara loved Felicity Smoak. She would do whatever it took to please her, even if it was outside her comfort zone. And by now she knew just what to do and say to make Sara cum as hard as she possibly could.

Okay, the stuffed Canary thing was a little eye rolling, but in the moment Sara loved the mockery and it made her cum extra hard, which was really saying something because as soon as Felicity gave her permission Sara started experiencing some of the hardest climaxes of her life. Climaxes which felt like they would never end as her competitive lovers both seem to be determined to make her cum the hardest.

Technically with both their strap-ons pounding in and out of Sara's pussy and ass respectively it was more like they were working together and Felicity would have been fine with that, really she tells herself she would be, but from the look in Nyssa's eyes she could tell right now they were in competition with each other, and Felicity hated to lose.

Not that the competition was really fair at the moment given that Nyssa was much stronger than she was and their current position made it much easier for the brunette to deliver consistently hard thrusts. Of course the other side of that was that even though she had more stamina Nyssa was the first to stop.

Impressively instead of just rolling off of Sara like Felicity did after ass fucking her girlfriend Nyssa pulled her dildo out of Sara's ass hole, smirked down at her handiwork and then moved round and then kneeled down right above Felicity's head with her dildo directly in Sara's face.

Before Nyssa could order Sara to go ass to mouth the vigilante opened her mouth wide and eagerly wrapped her lips around the head of the cock, the self-proclaimed ATM slut moaning happily as she tasted the deepest part of her butt. Although Felicity like to think she had more than something to do with it, thrusting extra hard up into Sara's cunt to prove that point.

"Yes Ta-er al-Safar, suck my cock." Nyssa panted gleefully, gently stroking the hair of her beloved while giving Sara the dirty talk she had told her long ago was such a turn on for her, "Be my good little cock sucker and suck my cock clean. Clean it of every drop of your naughty little ass as we bring this little... stuffing session to a close."

Taking that as a personal challenge Felicity carefully slid her strap-on out of Sara's cunt and herself from underneath the other blonde so she could get a better angle, only for Sara to remove her mouth from the dildo and moan, "Bang my butt Felicity! Oh please, spit roast me."

With that Sara went back to sucking the cock and Felicity refocused her attention on Sara's ass hole. At first she was hesitant to do so as the poor little hole was already extremely well fucked, unsurprisingly gaping open from the pounding Nyssa had given it, but then Felicity locked eyes with Sara's ex, Nyssa giving her this challenging smirk which filled her with boldness.

Enough to shuffle forward, guide her strap-on dildo to Sara's gaping butt hole and slamming forwards, making the Canary first cry out loudly and then moan just as loudly around the cock in her mouth as Felicity anally penetrated her girlfriend then started sodomising Sara shortly afterwards.

Thanks to Nyssa's handiwork the toy cock shot up Sara's ass with the greatest of ease, Felicity's thighs smacking against her girlfriend's butt cheeks in a matter of seconds and although she blushed bright red for a couple of seconds Felicity fought through it and began butt fucking the much, much tougher girl.

As Sara's moans, groans, whimpers and cries were of pure pleasure Felicity then continued increasing the pace until she was fucking the other blonde's butt as hard as she could, and while that was nowhere near as hard as Nyssa had been it was enough to make Sara cum again, so Felicity chose to count it as a victory.

It didn't happen right away, but Sara's back passage was loosened from Nyssa's brutal thrusts so Sara felt nothing but blissful pleasure no matter how hard Felicity fucked her ass. She also felt like a massive slut being once again sandwiched in between two women, their strap-on dildos taking her from both ends this time.

Sara wasn't sure whether this position was more slutty than the last, but it felt wonderfully equal right now, especially as the dildo fucking her was being worn by formally sexually repressed Felicity Smoak and the one in her mouth Nyssa al Ghul had just pulled out of her butt.

Sara had considered herself wild in the bedroom before she had been shipwrecked, but meeting the Heir to the Demon had opened her up to all kinds of unspeakable things. Ass to mouth was one of them, Nyssa taking great delight in 'making' her do something so nasty, forbidden and submissive while Sara found she liked it for pretty much the exact same reason.

And normally she'd savour that this depraved act, but she wanted to be able to beg Felicity to make her cum, so rather than taking her time she quickly deep throated the dildo, cleaning every drop of her ass cream in a matter of minutes.

Then she pulled her mouth off the cock and pleaded, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK, OH FELICITY! FELICITY! FUCK MY ASS FELICITY! FUCK IT HARD! OHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HARDER! HARDER HARDER HARDER HARDER HARDER AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD! OOOOOOOOOOOH FELICITY, POUND ME! POUND MY ASS! OH FELICITY, POUND FUCK ME IN MY SLUTTY LITTLE ASS OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

Throughout this Nyssa didn't move, meaning that when Sara became too incoherent to beg she could wrap her lips around her ex-girlfriend's cock so she could once again feel the joy of being double teamed.

Sara also began pumping herself backwards and forwards, timing her thrusts with Felicity's to make sure that her mouth and her ass were impaled as hard and as deeply as possible, the two blondes working together to make sure that Sara received a blissfully hard climax, quickly followed by another and another and another, until even Sara was impressed, and she personally trained Felicity to give her the type of ass fuckings Nyssa had taught her to crave.

During that impressive butt pounding she received from her current girlfriend Sara was constantly glancing up at her ex-girlfriend and smiling around the dildo in her mouth. Nyssa wasn't easily impressed, but Felicity had done it, Nyssa having clearly underestimated the nerdy blonde girl since day one.

Sara knew she had, the lovesick Canary once again removing her mouth from Nyssa's strap-on, so she could look round at her favorite nerd and grin as she saw Felicity lost in her own little world. She then restarted the BJ while continuing to stare up at Nyssa, the whole time wondering what she was thinking. 

Nyssa was thinking many things. Mostly she was incredibly impressed by the performance of a woman she had mistaken as sweet and pretty, but weak and feeble and therefore not worthy of her precious Sara Lance.

Weirdly, Nyssa was mostly pleased to be wrong, because the most important thing to her was that Sara was happy, and honestly, it was incredibly erotic to see a warrior like Sara being so totally dominated in this way by a slip of a girl who couldn't match her beloved in battle, Felicity easily ass fucking Sara through climax after climax and then not only remaining upright when she pulled out but the girl actually had the courage to stare her down while Sara slowly turned around to clean her current girlfriend's cock.

Actually Nyssa found herself the one to break eye contact, and while that was mostly so she could get a good look at Sara sucking the other blonde's dildo clean, and an even better look at the combined handiwork of herself and Felicity, part of her actually felt intimidated by this girl, even more than when Felicity had ass fucked Sara with a impressive amount of force.

That force, along with her own, had left Sara's poor butt battered and bruised, the once tiny hole between those cheeks gaping wide open in testament to how hard it had been pounded, and yet Sara was bobbing her head up and down Felicity's strap-on, the feared vigilante known as the Canary moaning happily as she submissively went ass to mouth for the physically weaker blonde.

The sight was intoxicating, and yet heart breaking for Nyssa. She had believed herself and Sara were destined to be, a perfect fit... soul mates. Sure, Sara had left her and had other lovers, such as Oliver Queen and now Felicity Smoak, but she had left her because she hated killing for the League, not because she didn't love Nyssa.

So Nyssa had hope. Hope that Sara would tire of being a free spirit and eventually settle down with the only person who could give her what she truly needed. Apparently she had, but it wasn't with Nyssa. Sara had found her perfect match, her light in the darkness, and she had left Nyssa alone in that darkness.

Heartbrokenly Nyssa slowly collected her clothing and dress herself, hoping to silently slip away but Felicity wouldn't let her, "Where are you going?"

Taking a deep breath Nyssa turned around, forced herself to look directly at Felicity and softly but firmly said, "I did not believe that anyone truly deserved Sara. I'm glad to be proven wrong."

For a moment Nyssa took one last look at her clearly exhausted beloved in the arms of the other blonde. Sara looked guilty, like she had done something wrong.

Nyssa would tell her otherwise, another time. She just couldn't be here in this room, see Felicity giving Sara the after-care that Nyssa had so loved giving her previously, without wanting to scream and/or break her earlier promise.

Although she couldn't even stand the thought of hurting Felicity, because she made Sara so happy. So putting on the bravest face she could muster Nyssa al Ghul turned her back on the love birds and left the room and then the apartment feeling utterly defeated and broken.



Stuffed In Her Ass



Christine and I were at the supermarket the other day picking up a few things for the weekend. It was late in the evening. As we shopped the produce aisle I immediately remembered the conversation we were having last week comparing the size of a man's cock to that of a cucumber. Christine was always intrigued at the idea of what it might be like having such a huge hard thing like that in her. The conversation that day progressed to the point of me suggesting the idea of using it in her ass. Christine loves anal sex and I imagined what it would be like seeing her cute rear end getting something that big. Just the thought of it made me nuts. I could only fantasize how wide her asshole would have to stretch to accommodate anything so big.

Now here we were in the produce aisle walking past the cucumbers. I immediately stopped. I began sorting through them looking at the different sizes and shapes. I found one that was about ten inches long and pretty thick. I figured it to be nearly two and a half or maybe even three inches thick at the fattest part. Christine was watching me so I held it up and then dropped it into our basket. 

She never said a word the whole time we shopped or even in the car. When we got home we had a quick bite to eat, then changed into some relaxing attire. I sat down in front of the TV pretending like I didn't have anything else planned. I knew Christine was thinking about what I bought and I decided to see if she'd say anything. It didn't take long. As soon as she sat next to me she asked.

"So what did you have in mind with that cucumber?"

"I think you know. We've talked about it enough," I answered.

Christine smiled. "Now?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Why not? Go change for me... stockings..., bra..., high heels.... and that's it." 

Christine got up and headed to the bedroom.

About five minutes later Christine was in the living room dressed just as I asked. I had the video camera set up to film this extraordinary event. I've always wanted to do this to Christine and I had to get this on tape. 

She knelt on the floor wearing her stockings, bra and heels waiting for me to begin. She was in the position I like most, with her ass up in the air ready for me to use it. Seeing her like that had my cock getting hard already and I hadn't even done anything yet.

I grabbed the ten-inch cuke carrying it over to Christine. Then I surprised her. I handed it to her along with a bottle of lubricant saying, "here... you do it. I'm going to watch." Then before I walked away, I surprised her once more. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

"What's that for," she asked? 

"You'll see," I answered. "I have a few things in mind." 

Christine loves being a tease, especially if she knows it'll get my cock hard.

But now I was turning the tables on her. She knew I was up to something, but had no clue what it might be. No doubt the anxiety would be building in her while she used the cucumber. I'm sure she would be wondering when... and what would happen next.

I sat on the sofa while she squirted a good amount of lube into her asscrack. She spread it around with her fingers being sure her entire crack was well lubricated. She pushed one finger in through her anal hole working some inside. Then she squirted another big glob in her hand and using two fingers slowly pushed as much of the lube into her ass as she could. I could see that her whole rear end was covered. 

Christine then lubed up the cucumber wiping over its entire length making sure the whole thing was well coated. She was being so careful too, so as not to get any on the floor since the blindfold prevented her from seeing what she was doing. I'll bet she thought that being so deliberate with the process would make her a tease. Honestly she was. I was getting anxious to see her fuck that cuke into her ass. "C'mon Kitten, push that big thing up your ass. Daddy wants to see his little girl's asshole stuffed."


"Yes daddy," she replied in a soft sexy whisper. She just loves to pretend being my little girl and acting so dirty for me. Our naughty "daddy"... kitten" scenario always arouses us both. 

She placed the tip of the huge cucumber against her tight asshole. As large as it was, it looked even bigger now that it was between her asscheeks. She began pushing and wiggling it around attempting to stretch her anal hole open so she could slide it in. She was pushing slightly then wiggling it again, and then applying more pressure to it. "UGhhhhhh," she groaned. The tip had widened her hole enough for it to enter. "That's it honey. Looks like you got it started," I excitedly commented. She began pushing a little more. I could see it moving. About an inch was in her ass making her anal hole stretch wider. Then she twisted and pushed and her tight hole opened almost to the thickness of the huge cucumber. I could see her asshole gripping it and I'm sure her anal ring was stretched wider than ever before. 

She continued working it deeper taking another inch. "Ohhhhh, daddy.... it's so big," she grunted out. 

"Yes Kitten, I know," I replied. "But you look like such a filthy slut fucking yourself like that." My cock was already hard and I was stroking it while I watched my sweet darling little girl acting like a whore for me. "Keep going honey. Stuff that hot little ass for me."

Christine groaned as she pushed on the end of the cucumber forcing more into her tight little bottom. "Oh my God daddy...," Kitten moaned in a desperate voice as it slowly traveled deeper into her rectum. "IT"S SO BIG..." 

Then as Christine continued to push a little further...., "ooohhhh..." she heard it. It was the sound of a soft voice gasping in disbelief at what was happening in our living room. 

What Christine didn't know was that while she was busy inserting the cuke up her asshole, our neighbors Bob and Kathy quietly walked in and were seated on the sofa next to me. They had seen everything right after the blindfold went on. The moan Kitten heard was Kathy. 

Christine and I had spent many evenings together with them. They're great company. Most of the time it was just getting together to watch a movie and chat. Of course, as our conversations would progress, we ultimately would wind up talking about sex. Christine always mentioned that when she and Kathy were alone, usually in the kitchen, they compared notes. Bob would also tell me how Kathy thought Christine was so sexy and she didn't know if she could ever be as naughty in bed. Obviously Christine told her about many of the kinky things we've done. Bob would even ask advice on how to get his wife to let loose and be more open-minded. If Christine only knew I had this planned? She was performing like she's never done before. My only reservation was that I hoped Bob's wife Kathy didn't freak out when she saw what Christine was doing. 

Bob looked at me smiling when his wife let out her expression of astonishment. She had been staring at Christine almost mesmerized at what was taking place.

Christine stopped instantly when she heard the noise. "What was that? Is someone here," she asked? The cucumber was about half way in and she was panting and taking deep breaths.

"Why are you stopping Kitten," I asked ignoring her question? "C'mon... be a total whore for me and fuck your ass with it."

"Is there someone else here," she inquired again not really sure?

I crawled over to her and slapped her ass. "C'mon you nasty little whore. Show me what you can do." Then I started teasing her with my tongue licking her soft asscheeks.

"Oh daddy, I feel so dirty like this. It's so big... And..." She paused a moment.

"Is there someone else watching me?"

"C'mon Kitten. Show us how dirty you are." At first what I said didn't sink in. Then after a moment...."OH NO!!! NO!!!... Please don't tell me....." 

I interrupted her. "Yes Kitten... Bob and Kathy are here. Now don't stop. Show Kathy how you act like a whore for me." 

I had my hand on Christine's ass and I could feel her embarrassment. It was one thing to act like a slut in private with your lover, but in front of the neighbors too? She could only imagine what Kathy thought right now. Christine knew how conservative Kathy was and for her to see this display of kinky perverted sex play... well..., for sure she had a whole new image of my Kitten. 

"Don't stop Christine," I coaxed. "Just think...'slut'" 

After a little hesitation and some more urging, Kitten slowly continued. I'm sure the blindfold was the only reason she could keep going. If she had to look Bob and Kathy in the eye, she most certainly would have been much too humiliated. It was embarrassing enough just knowing they were there watching. 

Christine gently pulled on the cucumber and part of it backed out of her hole. As she did, her anal ring gripped the cuke tight and I could see her tight flesh hugging it. It looked so damn nasty. There's just something so hot about a beautiful asshole getting stuffed, especially with something big. Christine then pushed it back in to about the same point, taking half of the cucumber again. "That's it Kitten. Fuck your ass. Fuck it for daddy." 

She was such an obedient girl, even with an audience. She kept sliding that huge cucumber back and forth through her asshole. After a while she picked up the pace and was stuffing her hole pretty hard. I asked if I could help. "Want some help, honey? Want daddy to help fuck your tight little ass for you?" 

I put my hand on hers holding the cucumber and guiding it through her sphincter a few times. "You're a dirty little thing Kitten, you know that? How many girls do you know shove cucumbers up their assholes? How many let their neighbors watch them act like perverted sluts?"

Even though I was trying to humiliate her, Christine was moaning out more and more. She was getting into having this large object sticking in her rear end. So I decided to coax her on.

"How about showing daddy how you can take the whole thing." I asked? 

"Oh daddy!... But it's so big, she moaned out.

"C'mon Kitten... you can do it," I coaxed. "Show daddy how deep your ass is." 

"All of it daddy, Christine asked as if checking to be sure?" 

"Yes, honey..., all of it. I want to see the whole thing buried in your slutty ass."

Bob and Kathy were quite excited at what I was asking her to do. Bob was rubbing his crotch and Kathy had her legs tightly squeezed together with her hand stuck between them. 

I held Kitten's hand tight on the cucumber. "We'll do it together, okay? All the way in." 

"Oh daddy.. go easy please." Still holding her hand I began pushing. The cucumber began going in deeper and deeper. "OOOOUuuuuuuuuu, daddy!!!" "Ohhhh daddy..." I pushed more... and more... steadily forcing it up her ass. I've never seen anything like it. Her ass was swallowing the huge green cucumber inch by inch. 

"Oh Kitten, you should see how much is in you. What a nasty little ass... You're such a hot little anal slut." 

There was less than an inch left. Her anal hole was actually closing up as the contour of the cuke was getting smaller at the end. She had easily nine inches buried in her ass. Christine could hear the comments coming mostly from Kathy. 

"My God.. how can she do that? She IS a slut." 

I took my hand away. "Okay honey, we're almost there. Now you do the rest. Shove it in your ass." Christine placed her thumb on the tip. She pushed. She let out a deep grunt, as there was a lot of resistance. I'm sure the cuke had pretty well filled her rectum and the other end had to be pushing on the walls deep in her ass. She pushed harder... and slowly it began moving deeper. Christine was moaning, grunting.... "Oh my God daddy...." 

"Don't stop honey. Shove it all in. Remember, you're a slut and you love having your ass filled. She gave another hard push with her thumb.... and... "OOOHHHHHhhhhhhhhh, she gasped almost frantically. It was gone. Her puckered anal hole closed up tight and the whole cucumber was stuffed inside her gorgeous bottom. 

"FUCKKK!!!!," I yelled out. "You nasty little slut. You took the whole thing. It's all in your ass. What a dirty whore... you anal fuckslut... stuffing your tight little shithole like that." 

I was out of control yelling obscenities at her because it aroused me so much. I was rubbing my cock through my pants like crazy. Christine was breathing heavily trying to explain how she felt. "Oh daddy..., my ass.... it's so full." 

Bob was going nuts too rubbing his cock with one hand and feeling his wife up with the other. "You lucky son of a bitch," he screamed. "You got your own personal whore."

Right in the middle of our living room floor I eased Christine onto her back. She was moaning to me how full she felt. "Daddy..., I don't know if I can hold it. It feels like I have to go." 

"Just hold it in Kitten," I ordered. I want you to keep it in your ass for me."

"I'll try daddy,... I'll try," she whimpered in obvious discomfort trying to keep the big cucumber in her rectum.

I spread her legs and started licking her pussy. "Want daddy to fuck you," I asked?

"I'll bet your cunt is really tight now." 

I put my middle finger on her tight anus. It was almost hard to believe that right on the other side of her cute little pucker was a ten-inch huge vegetable buried in her ass. I pushed my finger against her hole. It easily opened allowing my finger in. Instantly I came in contact with the end of the hard cuke. I pushed deeper, letting my finger follow the shape of the object. My finger felt squashed between the huge vegetable and the flesh of her rectum. "Can you feel me in there Kitten, I asked? I knew she could. I just wanted to hear her moan again. "Does my slut want her ass finger fucked too?" I probed around feeling the soft warm walls of her anal cavity. When I pulled out I pushed on the cuke again just to make sure it was in as far as it could go. 

Bob had brought Kathy reluctantly from the sofa. They were kneeling on the floor with me. I think Kathy was more nervous watching than Christine was performing. "Ever touch another girl's pussy, I asked looking at Bob's wife? She shook her head fast saying, "No!" I sensed a quiver in her voice as I think she knew what was on my mind. "So go ahead. See how wet Christine is?" Kitten didn't say a thing. She just lay there allowing us to examine her naked body. 

I grabbed Kathy's hand and moved it between Christine's legs. I placed her fingers on Kitten's wet cunt and then I backed away. "Go ahead Kathy. Feel her cunt." 

Kathy timidly ran her fingers over Christine's slit. It was obvious that Kathy was somewhat intrigued at feeling another female pussy, as her fingers roamed all over between Kitten's legs. I sensed she was enjoying it when she whispered out, "she's so wet." When she let one finger slide in a bit, Christine moaned out making Kathy pull away. "Don't stop Kathy," I urged her on. "She likes it." I know Christine was really embarrassed having our neighbor fingering her pussy. But despite those feelings Kitten couldn't help from expressing her enjoyment of the soft touch of Kathy's hand. 

Then I suggested to Bob, "Why doesn't she have a taste?" 

Kathy quickly looked at me snapping back, "OH NO!! I couldn't."

"Why not," I asked? "Are you worried about what Christine will think? 

Kathy remained silent and didn't answer. 

She's just a slut for our enjoyment," I explained. 

"I don't know," she finally replied. "I've never done that before.... lick another girl's pussy?" Kathy just shook her head.

"First time, huh" I replied? "So go ahead.. try it. Two pretty girls gettin' it on together... FUCK!!... you two will look so hot..." 

Bob wasn't saying a thing. But I could tell he desperately wanted to see his wife acting like a filthy bitch for him. And going down on Christine licking her cunt would certainly be good for starters.

"C'mon Kathy," I kept coaxing. "Christine will love it.. trust me.. you will too."

Kathy was thinking about it. Part of it I'm sure was being caught up in the excitement of what Christine was doing and part of it was her own curiosity. Either way I know Bob wanted to see his cute blonde wife go down on Christine. 

"Is it okay Christine," Kathy asked as if looking for Kitten's permission?

"What are you asking her for," I immediately snapped out? "She's just whore. If you want to eat her cunt... just do it." 

I could see that Kathy had a hard time believing the way I talked about Christine having so little consideration for what she might want. I'm sure she was curious as to why I treated her as nothing more than a body to fuck and to use for my sexually perverted fantasies.

"Go ahead Kathy," I continued. "You have to understand that Christine is a fucktoy for us to enjoy.... and nothing more. I could see that Kathy was almost convinced. "Watch... I'll show you. She's just a slut willing to do anything." 

While Kathy and Bob watched I crawled up between Kitten's legs, unzipped and guided my hard cock to her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you Christine." I announced it right in front of our guests. I moved forward and my cock entered her cunt. Damn, was she tight. The cuke was stretching the wall between her rectum and cunt so much that it constricted the size of her pussy. I leaned forward and shoved myself in all the way. Then I began fucking her tight hole. In seconds Christine was screaming. "Ohhh daddy... Ohhhhhh daddy.... you're gonna make me cum." I started ramming her harder and faster. "Go ahead slut..do it.... cum for me. Cum for daddy. Show Bob and Kathy how hard you can cum with your ass stuffed and my cock in your hot wet hole."

She was moaning out of control as my hard shaft scraped across her clit over and over. I reached down grabbing her blindfold and ripped it off. Now she could see Bob and Kathy intensely watching. I can only imagine the feeling she had knowing that our neighbors were right there watching her fuck. 

"C'mon whore," I yelled. "Are you going to cum? Or should daddy shove more up your ass?"

I knew she was very close to an orgasm, so I backed off and pulled my cock out. I'm sure she was wondering why I did that. I quickly turned to Kathy, "see... just a slut.. that's all. Now you finish her off. Suck her clit and make her cum." 

Kathy's face instantly became petrified. Bob was all kinds of excited. He wanted to see his wife acting dirty with Christine so badly. I placed my hand on the back of Kathy's head and pushed her forward. Even Bob was coaxing her too. "Go ahead honey. Do it!"

I kept pushing her head down. Then finally she stopped fighting and let me. Her mouth got closer and closer until finally her lips touched Christine's wet pussy. Kitten moaned out, "Oh my God... Yes... Yess...Lick me... Make me cum..." I pushed Kathy's head forcing her mouth completely over Kitten's hot juicy cunt. "Ohh Yesss...," Christine cried out. "Suck my cunt...lick my clit.... Please!!..." 

"Look at Christine Bob," I remarked. "She's begging for it. Isn't she an incredible little bitch?" 

"And look at my wife too," he replied back in disbelief. "I can't believe she's doing this." 

Kathy's tongue was all over Kitten's throbbing pussy making her squirm around on the floor. I guess Kathy was pretty turned on too. For a sweet innocent wife, she was slurping through Christine's cunt savoring the taste and wasn't afraid to show it. She was moaning, "Mmmmm...Mmmm...Mmmmm..." Then in matter of seconds Kitten began to orgasm. She groaned and screamed out, "I'm cumming..." 

I put one of Kathy's hands down on Christine's ass. Then I whispered to her making sure it was loud enough for Kitten to hear. "Want to feel that big cucumber? Go ahead.. stick your finger in the slut's ass." Kathy must have been extremely aroused after licking Christine. She must have been curious too. She took one finger without hesitating and poked it up Christine's asshole. From Kitten's reaction it intensified her orgasm immensely. She began thrashing about wiggling her ass on Kathy's finger moaning, "I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."




Stuffed In Her Ass



"I can't believe it," Kathy gasped. "My God Christine... how can you cum like that? Kathy was looking right at Kitten asking how she could do such a naughty thing. "It's so big in there." 

Bob was all but beside himself seeing his wife acting like this. He wanted a slut for a wife and she was well on her way to becoming exactly that. 

Kathy removed her finger and backed off. I went to Christine asking, can you stand up?" Carefully I helped Christine to her feet. She was a bit wobbly after just having an orgasm and with her ass so full. 

"Okay Christine. I guess we need to empty that ass, huh?" 

"Yes.. please," she managed to answer.

"Here's what you do. Just squat and force that cucumber out of your ass. We're going to watch. In fact, let me video tape it so we can watch it over and over how you acted like such a filthy slut tonight." 

Up to this point it was pretty humiliating for Kitten. But now the blindfold was off and she was the only one naked in the room. She knew that our neighbors watched the whole thing of stuffing her ass with the cucumber. And she thought how utterly perverted they must think she is. But now... squat... force it out...? It was like shitting in public. What a disgusting and embarrassing thing to do. She looked over at Bob and Kathy. I could tell from her expression that she was devastated to have to do this.  

Completely humiliated, she placed her hands on side of her asscheeks and squatted right in the middle of the floor. I had the camera focused on her ass getting a close up of her asshole. "What do you think Bob," I asked? "Doesn't she have a great ass?" As we watched, first her anal hole began heaving as if trying to open. It was like Kitten was taking a dump right on the living room floor. "That's it Christine," I urged her on. "Show daddy how you empty that cute little ass." She relaxed her rear end and spread her cheeks some more. Her asshole began opening and stretched wider and wider. For a moment it was gaping and all we could see was darkness inside. Then suddenly the tip of the cucumber appeared. She was expelling it. Her anal hole began spreading wider and wider until the full thickness of the vegetable emerged and had her anal ring straining. "Oh God daddy... help....," she cried out. "It's too big."

Kathy was gasping out in amazement. "Oh Christine... My God... Your ass... Ohh Fuck!..." I think Kathy finally realized how nasty Christine could be. Everything she was told, she was now seeing for herself. 

"Look at the slut asshole," Kathy continued. You are a filthy fuckin' bitch, aren't you? You really like shoving stuff up your ass?" 

Christine had to be humiliated beyond belief that our female neighbor was analyzing her so crudely. But it was the truth. 

"Good girl, Kitten," I commented zooming in on her asshole. "Looks like Kathy loves your full ass. Now she knows what a filthy disgusting whore you are." 

The cucumber started sliding faster. It was coming out with little effort now. Then in an instant it just dropped from her hole. It took a moment for Christine's ass to close back up since her anus had been stretched so wide. And I had a tremendous shot of her tight anal chute gaping open.

Kitten dropped to her knees on the floor, then just sprawled out. She was exhausted. I picked the cucumber up. It was slimy from the lube and it smelled pretty nasty. I placed it on Christine's chest between her breasts. "Look at that, you filthy slut. That was in your ass." I stood up over her and started stroking my cock. Christine was watching. So were Bob and Kathy. I motioned to Bob to join in. Seconds later he was on the other side of Christine jerking his hard dick. "I'm going to cum..., all over you, slut. And so is Bob." I kept stroking my cock faster and faster. Bob was doing the same on the opposite side.

"Ohhhhh fuck," I moaned out. I aimed my cock down toward Christine. Cum started shooting out. My aim was perfect. The first spurt hit right in her face. "There you go cumslut," I yelled just to humiliate her more. Then another thick glob burst from my cock and landed on her cheek. After that the rest just dribbled out splattering on her face and neck. No sooner had I finished and Bob began cumming. He jerked out a couple huge streams of sperm jetting right into her face. She was covered in white creamy cock juice. 

When we both were drained I knelt next to Christine and knocked the cucumber off her chest. She was just lying there looking at me. "You're a filthy little girl, do you know that?" She smiled. "Thank you daddy." Then she looked at Bob and Kathy. She didn't know what to say. Bob took care of melting away Christine's embarrassment by asking, "will you teach Kathy to be a slut too?"

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Stuffed Pig



The following story is 100% true!

2000 was a very important year for me. I graduated high school, earned my independence, and fooled around with a fat chick for the first time. The last one was definitely the most life changing event. 

Every true man has gone hogging at least one time in his life. Some men blame their experiences on alcohol; however, true champions rise to the occasion and do it over and over again. I'm a true champion who is willing to do the dirty work on a daily basis.

Shortly after graduation, I was desperate to fuck a different girl. I was extremely tired of my girlfriend's pussy. She used her snatch to get what she wanted. She would also refuse sex if I didn't do as she said. Every man knows those types of bitches. I feel sorry for any of you that keep them in your lives. After another annoying night of being rejected by my bitch girlfriend, I decided it was time to find a new girl to plow. It was that sad night I discovered my most important pussy catching device, Myspace. One fat girl in particular helped lead me to glory.

I searched desperately for slutty girls within driving distance of my house. Fortunately, there was a skank who lived five minutes away and eager to chat. I skipped the chatting and got straight to the point about my need for hot loving. She quickly invited me over to her college dorm for a little naughty fun time. 

I ran to my car and raced to her dorm hardly believing my good luck. I wanted to get there before the bitch changed her mind. My desperation led me to make a classic rookie mistake. She didn't have pictures posted on her page and I was too dumb to ask what she looked like. The mistake hit me like a truck when she opened her dorm door and towered over me like a mammoth. She was as wide as she was tall. I easily fit into her huge arms like a newborn baby as she hugged me close to her six sets of tits. After the initial shock wore off, I was still bound and determined to get laid. 

I heard the springs cry out for mercy when we sat on her bed. Her jiggly jelly rolls fought a gruesome battle when she bounced around excited that a man was there to see her. Her tongue engulfed my face before I could even speak. It had obviously been a while for her since she skipped small talk and frantically pulled down her grey stained sweat pants. I bravely plunged my fingers between her razor burned legs, yet the mountains of fat rolls made it almost impossible to figure out which hole was right. 

I almost vomited in my mouth several times while trying to finger blast what was hopefully her vagina. The aroma of body odors wafting from her fat folds made me overwhelmingly nauseous. Eventually, I felt her cervix tighten as a gush of fluids flooded from her baby. After she came she eagerly dropped to her knees in front of me happily trying to return the sexual favor. She started sucking my cock like it was covered in chocolate syrup. My eyes rolled back in my head because it felt so good. That was the first time I realized fat women can dick as good as any porn star. I also realized if I cum in a fat girl's mouth then I won't have to fuck them. Seconds after she began deep throating my wiggly wiener; I shot a hot load of hot man chowder down her throat. She must have been hungry since she sucked my nuts dry.

I pulled my pants up quickly saying I had to go. She begged me to stay to watch a movie but I wasn't in the mood to cuddle with a plumper who just swallowed my cum. 

I ran out of her dorm room and then threw up once I reached my car. The whole way home I couldn't stop picturing how disgusting she was. When I got home I frantically jumped into the tub and started sobbing like a rape victim. I'm serious; I'm not writing this to be dramatic. I really did cry like a rape victim. I stayed in the tub crying until the shower water ran cold. My mind raced with confused thoughts of how gross she was. Strangely enough, I still couldn't stop thinking about how good the blow job felt. That was the night I stopped having standards. I started to crave girls with meat then I started fucking fatties all the time. 

That traumatic evening prepared me for the most marvelous moment of my life, the 1,200 pound orgy. 



Stuffed to the Gills



That rat bastard was going to pay for this, she'd forgiven him the first time but when Elena found evidence of him cheating on her with at least one but possible two women oh she was going to make him pay. She scrolled through the program that she'd installed on their desktop to monitor his actions online, the bastard was rather full of himself Manuel was, but not that bright. Some days she wasn't quite sure what had prompted her to marry him and then was reminded being six months pregnant with his child was a good motivator.

Divorce came to mind but she pushed that aside, that would be too good of a result for him right now, she had other plans in mind. Fingers tapped rapidly over the keyboard, a few mouse clicks later and she had delved into the underground adult sites in the towns nearby. There was something particular she was seeking and it took a little while to find the right place for her revenge. A few more clicks and she wiped out as much of the search history as was possible.

She kissed Manuel goodbye, waited till he pulled out of the driveway, and made her way upstairs to the bedroom. Elena stripped down and stood in front of the mirror, hands on her hips. Her skin was light in color, hair quite dark as well as her eyes, and her face betrayed her mother's Hispanic heritage. A dark purple lace bikini was first pulled on, covering her shaved pubic mound that she'd touched up this morning in the shower. A matching lace bra was put on next, the front clasp was shut and she adjusted the straps and cups till they were as comfortable as a bra was going to get. 

A pair of black jeans followed, the length of the jeans was one size shorter than normal as she intended to wear a pair of pink heeled sandals. A pink t-shirt was slid over her torso and dark hair pulled out of the back. The t-shirt had a little fancy stitching but otherwise it was fairly plain, she didn't want to risk ruining a good shirt after all and this was going to get dirty. A light spray of Jasmine cherry blossom spray followed by running a hairbrush through her hair and putting it up into a pony tail and she felt ready to go.

Elena put the car into park and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly then picking up a small purse and stepping out of her vehicle to head inside the store. Dark eyes glanced around at the patrons, there did seem to be quite a few of them and most were keeping to themselves and yet she could feel eyes upon her. A small smile was offered to the store clerk and she finally laid eyes upon the sign she'd wanted, heading towards it. Through one door she passed, paused to look around and found a door at the end of a line of doors to enter into. Once inside she settled into a plastic chair, pulled out a couple of dollars and fed the video player selected a movie that seemed ok to her and began to wait.

It wasn't long till she heard the door to the stall next to her shut followed by the whir of a dollar bill being inserted into the machine. The sounds of a bad porn filled the booth and were followed by the unzipping of pants. She heard the occupant shuffle around within the booth and then finally saw movement at the hole in the wall between their booths. Breath was caught in her throat as anticipation was heightened, eyes watching impatiently at the hole till finally the tip of the occupants dick appeared. She slid to her knees and waited a moment, noting that he was still soft, fingertips took the shaft lightly in and gently began to caress his skin. Tongue darted out and she lightly licked the tip over before taking him into her mouth.

The taste, she'd forgotten what it was like to taste a cock other than her husband's and this one was a bit saltier perhaps he'd been sweating recently. Her tongue lightly stroked the underside and she could feel him growing, the tissue expanding within her mouth till he was fully erect and just enough to fill her mouth. Elena could feel her panties grow wet at the naughtiness of it all, kneeling before this hole in the wall with a strangers cock in her mouth and it strangely felt right to her. She stayed that way for a few moments, tenderly stroking the underside of his cock with her tongue before beginning the slow bob of her head. Index finger and thumb gently pinched the shaft and began to lightly stroke as his moans came to her ears. It wasn't long, perhaps it had been quite some time since this man had been blown, and she felt him swell and release his load into her mouth. Dutifully she swallowed it all and lapped the cock clean of any sticky residue then whispered, "Thank you for the cum sir."

Tongue lightly licked her lips clean as she came off the high of what had just happened. It felt dirty as rightfully it should, but it also made her feel oh so alive much more so than her marriage had made her feel in the last couple of years. The door in the next stall shut again and so she prepped herself again, hoping this one would last longer than the first. Instead of a cock though, fingers came through the hole and reached down towards her chest to which she arched her back and offered up to him. A soft moan escaped her lips as he groped her, desiring more she pulled up her shirt and off her torso. She watched as his dark fingers caressed her through the bra then undid the front clasp. The bra was shrugged off her shoulders and both articles of clothing were thrown onto the chair.

Soft moans as he pinched and twisted her tan nipples, how long had it been since someone had groped her so? Eventually the hand returned back to its owner and the hole in the wall was filled with shaft and ball. This cock was much larger than the last one, obviously above average, and she could feel her mouth water at the opportunity to play with it. Elena leaned forwards to begin placing soft kisses over the shaft, head, and heavy sack. Her tongue slid out to caress the wrinkled sack, rolling around the heavy balls within. "Got a big load for me in there dear," she whispered before taking one of the balls in her mouth and rolling it around gently, giving it a soft suckle. It's twin was treated to the same before her eyes returned back to the shaft, now almost fully erect.

Lips met the tip and parted to allow him to slowly enter, head moving forwards to fill her mouth with the hardened member. She felt the head hit the back of her throat, paused for a moment and pushed herself forwards feeling her eyes get a bit moist. The cock was taken as far as she could manage, held in her till her body screamed for oxygen and slowly she backed away from it. A few moments were spent looking over the glistening of her handiwork, not quite all of the shaft but enough that it would do. 

Her tongue rolled about in her mouth for a few moments, building up a reservoir of spit. Her tongue was stuck out and she began to bathe the cock from root to tip, generously spreading spit over it. Once she'd covered the member thoroughly she rose up a bit to drool out the spit over the center of the cock. Elena's hand came up to wrap fingers around the shaft and slowly she began to stroke his member. She leaned against the wall just to watch how the skin moved up and down over the cock and admire the pulsing flesh within her hand. How long had it been since she'd been this turned on she wondered.

Elena let her tongue roll over the head again before lips wrapped around it and a soft suction was applied. Her hand steadily increased the rhythm of its stroking, pumping him hard and fast, thank goodness for those crazy shaking workout devices. She pumped him hard and fast, the suction of her mouth upon the head as strong as she dared to apply, tongue rubbing the underside of the head.

The first burst caught her a bit off-guard and caused her to gag a bit, the head popping free from her mouth. As she recovered from the gagging his cock continued to spurt cum at her, ropes of cum covering her face, neck, and chest. It almost seemed to never end and yet she felt sad when it did, the show had been rather impressive to say the least. Elena gave his cock and balls a bath with her tongue, making sure that she got every last drop. Finally she whispered to him, "This slut thanks you for your cum sir."

She sat down on the floor, resting her back against the wall and taking a bit to catch her breath. She was a mess, could feel his cum all over her and it was an exciting feeling so dirty and yet so alive. A little cum that was coating an eye was wiped off and looked at before she licked it off of her hand. Two down she thought and so far it was even more fun than she'd hoped, perhaps she would have to make visiting here a regular thing.

A knock came at the door to the booth and snapped Elena out of her day dream. Here she was on the floor of the booth topless and covered in cum, how would she explain this to anyone at the door she worried until realizing that anyone at that door should also be aware of the hole in the wall and what really goes on in these booths. She rose up and walked over to the door, cracking it open to see a tall man in a blue polo shirt with a name tag that read "Marcus - Manager". Elena gulped a little and opened the door enough that she could see his face, "Is ummm, something wrong?"

Marcus smiled down at her, he'd seen her come through the doors with that look in her eyes. He knew the look, had seen it plenty of times, a cock starved woman coming in to anoint herself as a slut. It hadn't taken long before two customers had walked out with a look of pleasure that meant more than simply having jerked off to a movie. Really he didn't know why some guys were willing to pay for what you could get online for free but he thought it might have more to do with the privacy of the booth versus their own home. Either way he'd worked here long enough to be able to distinguish between those that had jerked off and those that had gotten more. Usually that was from another guy, but a mouth was a mouth often enough, but sometimes it was a woman and from the looks of things he was more than accurate with that assessment. 

"Oh I just thought I'd swing by and ensure you were having a good time at our fine establishment and see if perhaps there was any way I could be of service in ensuring your continued enjoyment here." He grinned, it was rather cheesy sure but the look in her eyes said that the words didn't matter, as long as he had a cock it would be more than enough for her today.

Elena opened the door wider, she'd taken enough risks today what were a few more and besides she was far from being done with today's adventures. "I think you could find a way or two to make my time here ever so much more enjoyable. If you would have a seat in the chair I think we could work something out nicely." She waited till he took the offered seat, then came to kneel before him, hand caressing him through the material of his pants. "May this slut free you from the binds of your clothing?"

So that was her game, she was a bit submissive and he was more than willing to play along with this game. "No little one you may not, you're too over-dressed to serve me. First you need to remove the rest of your clothing." He watched as she pouted for a moment at being denied her request, rose and slowly stripped out of her clothing. A nod of approval was given to her strip show, he leaned over and picked up her panties, "You'll offer these to the next guys you service through that hole until one of them wishes to take these home as a souvenir. In fact I think you have a customer awaiting." He glanced towards the hole in the wall and motioned towards it.

She blushed and nodded in agreement before turning her eyes to the cock patiently waiting for her at the wall. Light steps carried her back over and she kneeled before it, taking the dick in her mouth and applying light suction to it. This was her second favorite part, feeling one grow within her mouth it swelling full of blood due to her encouragement. Fingers lightly tickled the scrotum, playing lightly with the balls within. She glanced back at Marcus, feeling a swell of pride as she noted his approval. Attention returned to the cock in her mouth, quite the mouthful this one was not as much as the previous one but still pleasing. She worked the bottom with her tongue and wrapped several fingers around the shaft to begin to stroke it. 

Mouth moved to the sack, taking him in to give gentle suckles and soft caresses with her tongue. It had taken her a very long time to learn how to suckle a scrotum properly, gentle enough that it didn't cause pain but enough pressure that it was pleasant. The time spent was well worth it when she could hear the groans coming from the other side of the wall. The balls were rolled around in her mouth lightly, tip of the tongue lightly stroking each ball as her hand continued to jerk the shaft. So intent on working that cock she almost didn't feel fingers slide down along her rear and gently caress soaked pussy lips. Two fingers slipped into her, causing her to groan against the cock.

Elena returned to bobbing her head upon the shaft, keeping in rhythm with the fingers buried in her pussy. Fingers followed and proceeded her mouth, a firm grip upon the shaft. It didn't take much to push her over the edge, she'd been close to it for quite some time now and as Marcus's fingers delved her insides she felt a surge of pleasure flood over her. Moans freely vibrated over the cock in her mouth and the pleasure she had wrought upon it finally caught up to the owner and she felt her mouth flood with cum for the third time this day. His cock was allowed to fall from her mouth and join its predecessor in coating her chest in semen. 

Elena barely remembered the order, but she did recall it and as she recovered from orgasmic bliss she spoke to the hole, "This slut thanks you for your gift sir. Would you perhaps like my panties as a memento of your time here?" Secretly she was a bit happy when the person declined to take them, it meant she might get another chance to further obey the order. When she finally turned to look back at Marcus her eyes went wide as they took in the sight before them, the largest cock she'd ever personally seen. Granted she'd seen larger in porn but this one was enough to cause even a bit of intimidation in her and yet anticipation at serving such a well endowed man.

Marcus grinned a little at her response, at his size it was give and take with how women would respond, sometimes favorably but more often than not they were intimidated by him. So many guys wished to be huge, he found it was sometimes a bit of a curse and there were days he wished he was more average. As Marcus watched the lust cross over Elena's eyes today was one of those days he was proud to be as well endowed as he was. "Come here and show me how well you think you can suck cock my slut," he ordered.  

She obeyed, crawling along the floor as it felt fit to. Elena could feel the cum sticking to her body and the fresh load coating over the top of the previous loads. Her juices leaked down the insides of her thighs and dripped onto the floor. Never in her life would she have envisioned herself in this position, on all fours in the booth at a porn theatre, covered in various men's cum and about to suck on the biggest cock and absolutely craving this. Maybe she'd have to thank her worthless husband for pushing her to become the slut she truly was, or maybe not. He still was worthless after all in her opinion. 

One hand reached out to grasp the shaft and she realized that her fingertips did not reach her palm, the girth alone would have been impressive to her. Never before had she pictured herself a size queen until now, and now she found herself craving him, loving the size of the member before her. Elena rose to her knees and wrapped her other hand around the shaft, just holding it gave her shivers up and down her spine. Her head bent towards the dick and her tongue stuck out to roll along the dark head, moaning at finally getting to taste him.

Marcus reached a hand forwards to rest upon her head, guiding her to take him in her mouth. He knew it wouldn't be much that she could take in, but the sight of her lips stretching to wrap around the head made up for the lack of length she could swallow. It was obvious that she wished to take more than she was able to, but there wasn't much that she would be able to do about it. A true slut he would push harder, but he had a feeling this was her first time going out like this and so he took it a bit easy on her so as to not break the spell she'd cast upon herself. 

Her jaw already ached from stretching but she ignored it, just the feel of him in her mouth was thrilling to say the least not to mention the hand upon her head. It all just felt right and drove to her to desire to give the best head that she could possibly give. Hands were moving in rhythm to stroke his shaft as she drooled over the top to try and add lubrication. She took a few moments to work up some excess spit and drool it upon him before getting down to the real work of stroking that cock.

It seemed she had only just gotten into a decent rhythm before he gestured back to the wall indicating that she had another visitor. Not breaking stride she glanced over to check out the new arrival and grinned a little at seeing he was almost fully erect and of a fairly good length if a bit thin. Elena wiggled herself around, never letting go of Marcus and positioned her rear to face the wall. Reluctantly she let go of Marcus with one hand to reach back and guide the tip to her soaked, swollen lips and thrust her hips back easily taking at least half of the offered cock and was rewarded with a moan of surprise and pleasure. She looked up at Marcus and when he nodded his approval at her decision she positively beamed with delight at having pleased him and went back to working that massive member.

Marcus wasn't a huge fan of sloppy seconds to be honest, but he wasn't so foolish as to break the mood and risk having her decide she'd just gone too far. That had happened once to one of the associates who wandered in before his shift and the poor fellow had to work an eight hour shift with a massive case of blue balls afterwards, Marcus was so not putting himself in that position. Besides watching her work that ass in desperate need of being fucked was just damn sexy. He scooted the chair a bit closer to the wall then leaned back to enjoy the show and blow, some days life was just good.

Taking advantage of the movement of the chair, once she resettled herself, Elena pushed all the way back feeling the slightly sticky wall pressing against her rear. She held that for a bit, just working her muscles against his cock and giving her time to get back into rhythm with Marcus. She wasn't fully sure what had come over her, this was much further than originally she'd intended to do and yet when she saw that cock sticking through the wall all she could think of was how perfect it would be to loosen her up a bit in preparation for taking this monster in her hands. Slowly she began to bounce on the cock, groaning against Marcus as she launched into another orgasm.

It wasn't long till she was riding that cock hard, taking full advantage of the length for long, hard strokes against him. She had moved Marcus from her mouth to wrapped up between her ample tits, taking advantage of her whole body rocking. She made sure to lube him with plenty of spit and licked the tip every time it reached her mouth. There was a part of her that was hoping he would explode and give her a fresh coating of cum and another part of her that hoped he held out long enough to fill her up. 

Eventually she felt the cock within her twitch and seconds later begin to fill her with it's warm load. She slowed and held him deep to enjoy the feeling of the warmth spreading within her. Once she felt that he had finished Elena rose up, feeling him begin to drip down her inner thighs, turned around and bent over to take the sticky cock in her mouth to suck and lick him clean. As its owner began to withdrawal from the hole she whispered to him, "This slut thanks you for your gift and wishes to offer you her panties as a memento." She heard the surprise in his voice as he expressed a desire to take her panties so long as they smelled of her. The panties were picked up and before she handed them over, were gently wiped against her soaked pussy and then rubbed together to ensure the scent was embedded deep within the fiber.




Stuffed to the Gills



There was only one thing on her mind now and she looked back at Marcus, "May I please pleasure your gorgeous cock with my unworthy pussy Sir?" Her face was split in half with a grin when he nodded to her and without wasting a moment she rose up, guided him to her waiting hole, and plunged down taking advantage of her well lubed passage. She managed to take most of his cock in one swift stroke and then began to wiggled her rear down, determined to take every last precious bit. It wasn't until she felt her ass pressed against him that she rested and just savored the feeling of being really completely full. It was at that moment she admitted how much of a slut she really was indeed and that she would be pursuing being as well filled time and time again. 

Marcus was fairly impressed at how quickly she had taken him within her, his hands rose to rest upon her waist and for now he allowed her to be in control of the movement. For now it was just nice to be sheathed within this slut's pussy. He swore he could feel himself bottoming out within her, just enough room. There was something just out erotic watching this lust filled woman bouncing upon his cock, having serviced a number of men and covered in their cum to prove it. He watched as she leaned forwards to get more momentum in her thrusts and listened to sweet moans as orgasms racked her body, it was obvious the stretching pressed enough to launch her into wave after wave of orgasm. 

If Marcus had one regret it was that she had worked him so long prior to allowing him within her snatch that he wasn't going to be able to hold out very long. Watching her lips grasp and pull at the skin of his cock each time she rose was getting to him, not to mention how well she worked her muscles upon him. It wasn't very long until he began to feel his balls beginning to tighten up and the pressure within his shaft rise. Fingers pressed harder into her sides as he guided her faster upon him, his hips rising to meet her own to drive himself deep within. Finally release came and he pulled her down hard upon him just before erupting and pumping several days of pent up semen within her. Their mixed fluids poured out of her and down over his balls and inner thighs.

Elena collapsed against Marcus, chest heaving with heavy breaths as slowly she came down from the high. If there was a heaven she swore it could never match this feeling, just wrung out and exhausted. She tilted her head slightly to place a soft kiss upon his chest and whisper, "Truly I thank you." She ran her hand down along her lower torso and could have sworn she felt him pressing back against her, it was addicting to say the least, amazing to know such feelings could ever exist. But all good things come to an end and this one was reaching that as she felt him begin to soften within her. Gingerly she rose up, realizing how sore her insides and thighs felt, yet it was a welcome sore. As he left her she could feel the gush of fluid follow afterwards but before she could begin to clean him off a bit of movement caught her attention.

There, in the hole, was a cock that looked fairly familiar to her smaller than average in length, the right color, but what really gave it away was the small scar from the time the owner had gotten it caught in his zipper, her darling husband Manuel was a visitor. At first she was concerned that perhaps he'd caught her but then realized with his temper he'd be more prone to tearing down the door than trying to get in on some action. It just meant she was damned lucky and wasn't going to turn down this opportunity to slight him. She whispered to Marcus the problem and asked, "Would you allow me the privilege of making him fuck my stretched pussy full of other men's cum so he knows what a real man can do for me?"

With his permission she positioned herself in front of the hole and took Manuel inside, for the first time realizing just how much she'd been stretched out by Marcus as she could barely feel him within her. Once her husband was seated within her, gaze returned to what she felt was her real task and that was to clean her beloved monster cock off. Tongue lovingly caressed the softening shaft, taking it's time to work into every nook and cranny of the folding skin. His cum mixed with hers was like a fine wine to her, delicious and limited in quantity so she made sure to get every drop into her greedy mouth that she could. Every time Manuel moaned though, calling her all sorts of nasty names implying he thought he was in control, she smirked and had to hold back laughter.

In a pitifully short time by her reckoning, she could feel Manuel getting ready to cum and there was no way he was getting the privilege of orgasming in her body. Just as he was ready to explode, she moved away grasped his shaft and jerked him to orgasm, letting his cum fall upon the floor. Once he left the stall next to her she spit upon it, never again would she allow him the chance to cum within her that much was done she was sure. When she looked up Marcus had already gotten up and dressed, he offered a little smile to her.

"Sorry, my shift starts in a few minutes and it would look bad if I were late even if it were due to taking care of a customer's needs." He grinned at that, "Perhaps you would be interested in meeting up again sometime in the future?" At the slow nod he took out his wallet, rummaged around for an old business card and wrote his number on the back. "Call me whenever you'd like to meet up again, I might even be able to arrange something where holes in the walls aren't so necessary." He tucked the card in the front pocket of her jeans when she'd fastened the button and gave a soft kiss on her lips. "See you around my little one," and stepped out of the room.

She realized that the whole thing had taken up the entire morning, and perhaps that was the reason why she hadn't been caught as Manuel would have been on his lunch break. Elena was careful to take an unusual route home and made it a point to pull straight into the garage so that no one could see her messed up hair or wonder about what was on her face. Straight to the shower she went, making sure to scrub her skin several times and wash out her hair well, next time perhaps they would do it somewhere that had a shower available but this had not been anticipated. Rookie mistakes she mused, as she pulled the sheets off the bed to mix with the cum coated clothes and threw them into the washer.

When Manuel returned home that night she took note of his decent mood, it correlated with every time she had suspected that he'd been with someone else. Not that she could even look at him the same way again, particularly not when she realized that if he was that comfortable in the booths it probably meant he had reciprocated at some point. That had led to all sorts of thoughts of using a strap-on in bed but that was for much further in the future, for now she just smiled at his return home and left him wondering as to her good mood.



Stuffing



As I lay naked on the bed, staring at my new collection of toys, I feel my cell phone beside me buzz. It's you. You tell me to start with the plug which is my favourite and most anticipated purchase. As I lay on my right side, I reach over to get the silicone lube; the one that makes you think we aren't using a condom because it's that good. I dribble some on my first two fingers of my left hand and rub them together, coating them with the slippery liquid. Moving my hand down to my ass, I slowly drag one finger around my puckered hole. Once it's lubed enough on the outside, I slowly insert my first finger into my ass.

I can feel the tight ring of muscles not quite yielding to my finger, so I take a deep breath and relax a little more, which allows my finger to slip through. I am on my side with my finger in my ass because you asked me to Master. After a few seconds, I add a little more lube and try to insert two fingers. This doesn't really work because I'm so turned on by now that I can't properly relax to put both fingers in at the same time. So I settle for sticking my middle finger into my ass, all the way up to the knuckle. I want to cum on the spot, but I know that you've got more in store for me.

I take my finger out of my ass and I grab my new plug. It's from the njoy line, my first butt plug and I chose the medium one. Thinking on it now, I don't know why I didn't start with the small... but I thought that if I could handle your cock up my ass, Master, then really what's a butt plug got that I can't take? The answer Sir, is the weight. I pick up the plug and put a few drops of the silky smooth lube on my newest toy. I then put it up against my asshole and start slowly pushing in. At first it doesn't seem like I'm going anywhere, and then I can feel it: my ass is expanding, being stretched and moved in such a degrading manner; but I love it so much. Due to the shape of the toy, the head pops past the muscles and they immediately grab the stem and hold it in place tightly in my ass.

At this point I take a break and lean back, just feeling what my body is saying to me after this new insertion. It's saying "whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa..." in such a good way that I can feel my PC and ass muscles throb with pleasure. I look, and your next text tells me that I can't put my new ben wa balls in right away, but that I have to wait until my body gets used to the plug. Well guess what? I'm used to it... let me stuff my cunt with new toys! But no... you insist that I clamp my nipples first, which isn't a horrible idea I suppose. Especially because I was craving a bit of pain at that point. So I kneel up on the bed to reach over to grab my nipple clamps, and I feel the oddest sensation: it's like my ass is closed like normal, but that am being opened and weighted down from the inside. What a wicked sensation that is... I think about how I can't wait until you order me to wear it to class.

After a bit of daydreaming about wearing the plug in public by your orders, I grab my clamps and clamp them as tight as possible on each nipple... it's not so bad now, but I know that will change very soon when I lean back over and my tits dangle to the sheet. I also grab my dildo, which plays with your next command: If I'm to stuff my ass and my cunt, you want me to stuff my mouth at the same time so that I can feel what it's like to be filled in every hole.

I position the dildo between my pillows so that when I bend over, it's like I'm really sucking your cock and I can actually get leverage and suck my big dildo like I know you want me to. Before bending over I plead with you one more time to please let me put in my ben wa balls. By now everything is filled except for my sopping, gaping cunt and it's screaming at me that it's unfair and that it wants your dick filling me up. I then bend over and start sucking the fake cock in front of me, pretending it was yours trying to stuff it down my throat. My nipples are dragging on the sheets, pulling and creating an interesting sensation of pleasure and pain all together. I imagine your fingers viciously twisting my nipples, just to get me to cry out and make a sound.

I rock back and forth, sucking and licking and deep throating this dildo, as if that will assuage my only unfilled hole. It only serves for my muscles to contract against the foreign plug in my ass in a deliciously lovely way and my nipples to start burning from the movement of the clamps. However, I did find out that I think the sound of a cock being sucked really turns me on more than I already was.

My phone buzzes again and it's you! You say that I can go ahead and put the balls in and I almost faint from pleasure just at the thought of it! I rise up on my knees again, saving my tits from more abuse than just the hanging clamps and reach over to grab another of my new toys: ben wa balls! I still have the dildo in my mouth as I do all of this, pretending that you'd punish me if I dropped it or stopped sucking while inserting the new stuff.

I slide the first of the two balls up into my cunt... This feeling is different. I can feel that first ball push against the plug in my ass, it's a little bit of an uncomfortable process, but once I get the second ball in and the plug is nested between the two globes, everything is in balance. Back on my hands and knees I go, rocking back and forth while I suck the dildo. I can feel the little vibrations of the ben wa balls in my cunt and when I squeeze, I feel like I'm going to burst with both my ass and my cunt stuffed.

I send one final, pleading message to you asking if I can start to use my new vibrator. After a few minutes you finally agree and still while on my hands and knees, I grab it from my nightstand and stick it directly on the metal handle sticking out of my ass like you ordered me to. This vibration almost makes me cum right then and there. After I slowly tease myself and bring it upwards towards my dirty clit, I slide the vibrator between my legs as if it's a mini cock, and I start rocking up and down on it. I make it hit my clit every so often. Repeating this, I start to feel my orgasm build. This is going to be a big one, I can feel it.

Quickly, I flip over onto my back, really realizing just how heavy everything my body is stuffed with is and put the vibrator directly on my clit. I leave it there for a few seconds of agonizing over-stimulation... it almost hurts, but the intense vibrations feel so good... and I turn on the vibrations of the nipple clamps. Repositioning the vibrator between my legs, I grab it and put it over my finger that's circling my clit, which is how i like it, an indirect vibration. My head is turned to the side, still sucking away at that cock with as much hunger and need as I feel for your cock, my muscles are clamped down, throbbing, on the plug and the balls, and my hand is working circles into my clit furiously. I keep thinking what a dirty whore I am to be doing this, and what an exhibitionist I am to be telling you all about it and taking orders from you... I thought about how you are going to use me when I see you next; like a sex doll with no say in the who, what, when, where and why of fucking my body. When it comes, my orgasm crashes around me and I pull the nipple clamps off which make my nipples ache intensely all of a sudden and heightens my orgasm. My spasming muscles contract around the plus and the balls, and I can feel each one move in response to my orgasm.

I lay there for a good ten minutes, recovering from the intense sensations, and then I get to work taking out the plug and the balls from my ass and cunt.

Master, I hope you liked it.



Stuffing Marie



*This story is a work of fiction. All resemblances to any person are purely coincidental. All rights reserved by author. Feedback is more than welcome!* 

When Josh saw Marie at the liberal arts food court, he knew she was perfect. She had been in his discussion group two semesters ago, as an incoming freshman. Back then, she was cute in an unremarkable way -- long brown hair, average height, rather skinny, nice smile. She had since gained the freshman fifteen and it made her perfect in his eyes. Bigger boobs, rounded belly, wider hips. You could tell from the image she presented that she didn't feel the same.

Marie was dressed in a tight-fitting, long-sleeved blue top that did nothing to hide the fact that her breasts were about to burst out of her bra. The jeans were about a size too tight, causing a bit of her belly to spill over the top. She was hunched forward, hair half in her face, a pile of books in front of her food as if she was trying to hide the fast-food Chinese that she was eating as an early dinner. Josh felt his pulse racing already.

"Hi, Marie, isn't it?" Josh asked, "Mind if I sit with you?"

Marie looked up, a bit startled, and instantly recognized her TA from last year. At the time, she had thought Josh was cute, but was much more interested in the fraternity boys who invited her to parties with free booze. A bit too much booze, she thought. 

"Hi, Mr. McMillan. There are plenty of open tables, if you want..." she couldn't imagine why he would want to sit with an unattractive girl like her.

"Please, call me Josh. I wasn't looking for an open table. I saw you eating and remembered you from last year, though you're much more beautiful now." Josh said, smiling warmly at her.

Marie looked at him, stunned. No one had called her beautiful all year. Even her dad had called her "fat" when she went home for Christmas. Josh continued, "I know you've just started eating (the huge portion of takeout was almost gone) but I'm cooking tonight and I thought you might not have had home cooked food in awhile. Would you be willing to join me for dinner?"

Marie thought for a second. She had eaten, but could probably eat more. And she'd love to see his place and have something home cooked, for once. "Well, I ... yes, I'd like that."

"Great!" Josh's eyes lit up and he took her hand. "Could you come now?"

Every man has his fetishes, and Josh was fortunate enough to have figured out his during his freshman year of college. He loved tight, firm bellies, but not the type with six-pack muscles. No, he preferred to feed his women until they were stuffed full to bursting, until they had problems taking a deep breath due to their impinging stomachs. He loved rubbing his hands along their bellies as they ate, feeling the changes as they grew. He didn't want to make a girl gain weight for him, but just get full from eating and keep that extra pressure while he made love to her. 

After a few years of trying to stuff every woman in sight, he'd realized the best girls were the ones who were a little overweight already. The skinny, overly fit ones often complained about the amount of food he made and didn't want Josh to feel their bellies. More than one had either left directly after dinner, saying she didn't feel well, or hadn't let him do anything more than kiss her. The obese ones were more willing, but weren't so attractive to him. Josh determined his best matches were the ones who had recently gained weight and were feeling a bit self-conscious about it. They enjoyed his cooking and compliments. The "freshman fifteen" created an abundance of girls for him to choose from in college. In fact, that was part of why he had decided to go to grad school and eventually become a professor, so that these beautiful women would be all around him.

Josh lived in graduate housing a few blocks from the university. When Marie walked into the apartment, the first thing she noticed was the elegant, glass-topped dining room table with two comfortable-looking chairs and a small vase of flowers on top. 

"Feel free to check out my little place while I get you a drink," Josh said, quickly heading to the kitchen to find a bottle of wine.

Marie looked around. The kitchen and living room were typical university housing -- small, white walls, clean but well used. She peeked into his bathroom and was impressed that he kept it spotless. 

The bedroom door was closed. Before she could open it, she found Josh standing just behind her shoulder. He smiled and handed her a glass of wine.

"Cheers." Josh said, clinking glasses with hers. "I've almost got the first course done. Please pick a chair and I'll serve you." Josh said, ushering Marie back towards the dining room, touching her back and side oh so gently. She pulled out a chair and watched Josh busy himself around the kitchen, while smelling some amazing odors wafting her way.

"First course!" and with that, Josh, placed a large bowl of soup in front of her and a basket of sliced sourdough bread on the table. It was some sort of tomato-pepper soup and smelled delicious. Josh set out a bowl for himself as well and sat down across from her.

They sat and talked, Josh getting up from time to time to work on something in kitchen and, when she wasn't watching, adjust the growing bulge in his jeans that matched the expansion of her belly. He made sure that her wine glass and bread plate stayed full. Before Marie knew it, she had finished the soup, polished off most of the loaf of bread by herself, and drunk two glasses of wine. Josh quickly poured her a third and took away their dishes.

"The pasta is almost ready. I hope you like it," Josh said, moving his chair so it was closer to hers. He looked down, as if trying to be modest, but actually checking out her belly. It had definitely grown fuller from the soup and wine. He could see a couple extra inches straining against the front of her tight jeans. Her growing belly pushed her breasts slightly higher, making them look even more delicious. He couldn't wait until she was achingly full.

"If it was anything like the soup, I'm sure to love it!" Marie said, a bit over enthusiastically. Josh had been nothing but a gentleman all through the meal, occasionally touching her arm or her side, once or twice brushing against her stomach. She was happy to have learned that he was also a good conversationalist and a cook. She felt herself getting slightly wet. "Stop that," she thought to herself, "you know a cute guy like him isn't going to go for a girl that looks like you."

Marie's eyes widened as she saw Josh serving up their next course. The pasta bowl of fresh fettuccine and winter squash he was serving up for her looked enormous. She felt her belly straining against her pants and panicked for a moment. She didn't want to insult him, but how was she going to finish all of that?

"Wow, that's a lot of food," she said.

Josh just smiled at her, "I like to cook. And I don't want you to leave hungry." He winked at her, setting down his own bowl and a fresh bottle of wine. She didn't even notice that his was a much smaller portion that hers.

She ate for awhile, and then began slowly swirling the food around, feeling how tight her pants were against her belly. It was starting to hurt. She wiggled around in her seat a bit, trying to loosen the waistband of her jeans without Josh noticing.

"Josh, this food is amazing. But I don't think I can finish it all." She looked up at him, smiling, hoping he wouldn't be insulted.

"Please, I'd love to watch you finish your meal. I'm sure your body is just not used to home cooking instead of dorm food. Besides, you look so beautiful while you eat. Here, let me help you get a bit more comfortable." And with that, Josh slowly reached forward and unbuttoned the top button of Marie's jeans. He softly caressed her belly, feeling it gently curve as it spilled out of her pants.

Marie sighed. It felt good to have a man touch her in this way, and the loosened pants immediately made her feel better.

"There, now. A bit better, right? Would it help a bit if I rubbed your belly like this?" Josh rubbed along her belly in small circles, making sure not to move to close to her breasts or the crotch of her pants, at least not yet.

"That feels good, actually." Marie began eating again, trying not to moan between bites. She reveled in the sensations of Josh's hand moving along her belly and made no protest when he lifted her shirt out of the way, revealing the curve of her belly under the glass-topped table. "This pasta is amazing, by the way," Marie said, smiling softly at her suitor.

Josh watched Marie finish her plate of pasta and winter squash. He had stopped rubbing her belly and just had his hand lightly resting on her thigh; admiring the effects of the Chinese food she'd eaten earlier, three glasses of wine, soup, bread, and pasta. He ignored his own food, concentrating solely on her now. They talked for a bit more, and Josh again refilled her wine glass.

Suddenly, Marie felt the pasta expanding in her stomach. Her clothes felt much too small. Her first thought was the bathroom. She made a move to get up, but Josh caught the look on her face and, as soon as she opened her mouth to tell him where she was going, he kissed her deeply. Marie forgot the pain for a moment, instead concentrating on Josh's long tongue and the delicious things it was doing in her mouth. After a few moments, he broke off the kiss and looked at her, acting slightly concerned. "Is your belly hurting a bit again?" he quietly asked. 

She nodded, and he continued, "Here, come sit on the couch and I'll try to take your mind off the pain." He held her hand and helped her up. Before she could protest, he unzipped her jeans, relieving the pressure and letting her belly spill out into his awaiting hands. He led her over to the couch and sat down. 

Marie got bold and made her move. Rather than sitting next to him, she straddled him completely, her belly pushing against his, pushing him deeper into the couch. She began kissing him, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his pants as she did so. She looked at him and smiled, "I thought you needed to get more comfortable, too."

Josh laughed and continued kissing her, enjoying the feeling of her weight on top of him, and her smooth, tightened belly underneath his massaging hands. He kissed his way over to her ear and said, "let me get rid of this tight, constraining bra," and unhooked it.

Marie's breasts spilled out of the bra. He removed it quickly and tossed it onto the floor. His hands moved along her back to her belly, then up to the undersides of her breasts. He held each breast in a hand for a moment, as if weighing them, delighting in their heaviness. He squeezed her breasts while bending his head down, suckling on each nipple. Marie moaned and squirmed, getting more turned on by the moment.

Josh let Marie's firm, ripe nipple pop out of his mouth and asked her, "Would you like to move to the bedroom? I've got a bit of a surprise set up in there." Marie stood up, wiggling out of her jeans, which were getting stuck around her thighs, before accompanying Josh to the bedroom. When she saw Josh's bedroom, she gasped. Centered in the room was a huge, king-sized bed with a wrought-iron headboard and footboard. The bed was covered by a thick, soft-looking comforter, multiple blankets, and a number of pillows. After sleeping in the dorms for a year and a half in a twin-sized bunk bed, Josh's bed looked like heaven. At the back of the bedroom was a door that appeared to lead to the kitchen, which she thought was rather strange, but also kind of cool.

Next to the bed, she noticed a tray set up on the nightstand. There were two candles, which Josh quickly lit, a small bottle of port, two glasses, and a large custard and berry trifle.

"Dessert!" Marie exclaimed. "I don't know how you think that's going to fit in here," she said, gently rubbing her belly. It felt hard and firm to her and, come to think of it, she actually liked the feeling of being overfull and having her belly rubbed. 

"I think I can find a way and besides, it's mostly just berries. They're small." Josh replied. He walked over to her with the two glasses of port and handed her one. As they tapped glasses, Josh pulled Marie in towards him, feeling her belly push against him. He leaned forward and began to kiss her, using his free to hand to rub along every free inch of her skin. He put down his glass to grab a spoon, and then slowly began feeding her the trifle. Marie sighed, content at being fed and so seductively touched. Each time she thought her belly could hold no more, Josh would rub it and the pressure would subside.

After most of the trifle was gone, Josh gently laid Marie down on the bed, and then dipped one hand into the trifle. He let his fingers graze her lips, and she subconsciously opened her mouth, allowing him to enter her. She sucked each of his fingers clean before dipping her own hand into the trifle and feeding him. He sucked a couple of her fingers, then took her hand and rubbed it against his own chest. She leaned over and began licking each bit of it off, spending extra time on his nipples and along his collarbone.

He grabbed more and placed it on her nipples, sucking each one clean. Marie squealed in delight. She responded by placing some on his belly, licking down towards his boxer briefs, being careful to suck every drop out of his navel. Josh moved the waistband down, "Just wanted it out of your way," he joked.

Josh took a large handful of the custard and spread it across Marie's belly. She sighed and lay on her back on the bed. Josh gazed at the beautiful coed below him. Her skin was taut along her belly, the waistband of her panties pushed into her lower abdomen. He licked and sucked over every inch of her belly. He couldn't get enough of feeling her tight skin and moving his tongue and hands all over her. 

Marie pushed the waistband of her panties down, then took them off and spread her legs slightly. She looked at him, devilishly, and grabbed another small handful of the trifle. She started at her bellybutton and spread it down, through her neatly trimmed bush, to the juncture of her thighs. 

Josh stared at the sight before him. It had been good before, but with her completely naked, it was even better. He took off his own underwear before his erection burst the seams, then began licking off the trifle. He moaned as he slurped his way down her hardened belly, the carefully licked the bits of berry and custard off of her bush. He licked the inside of each thigh, causing Marie to moan and spread her legs further. Josh slowly kissed and sucked his way upwards until he was at her pussy, which was already quite wet. He licked his way up her slit, delighting in the way her labia unfolded for him. He sucked briefly on her clit, and then took his hands, which were already on the insides of her luscious thighs, and spread her further open. He began penetrating her with his tongue, then replaced his tongue with two fingers and began kissing and licking his way back up her body. 

Marie was ecstatic. She could not believe how good she felt. She could feel the extra pressure of dinner pushing down against Josh's fingers, making every movement feel stronger, somehow. By the time Josh reached her breasts and began sucking on her left nipple, she was on the verge of orgasm.

Josh moved between Marie's legs, and let his weight press slightly on top of hers. He added a third finger into her pussy and began kissing along her neck, up to her ears. He let his fingers work a bit faster now, twirling and thrusting inside her vagina.

Marie couldn't help herself. She screamed as she began to orgasm. She hadn't had sex in months and desperately needed the release. She was panting hard and having trouble taking full breaths, between the food in her stomach and Josh's weight on top of her. As her orgasm slowly, she reached down with one hand to pull Josh's hand out of her, and with her other hand pulled on his ass, urging him to enter her.

"Please," she pleaded, feeling the need to cum on his penis, "it's okay, I'm on the pill."

That was all Josh needed. He plunged into her, feeling his thick cock work its way into her still-vibrating pussy. He moved to his elbows, so he could still keep a lot of his weight pressing against her as he fucked her. With each thrust, he could feel her belly pushing against his, her full breasts against his chest, her thighs clutched around him. He leaned down to kiss her, crushing his lips against hers. Without warning, she began to cum again, moaning and screaming into his mouth.

Josh reached under her body, keeping her impaled upon him, and quickly flipped her over. Her weight was now on top of him. She sat up, kneeling above him, and tossed her hair back, causing her breasts and belly to shake. Josh held on to her hips, thrusting his way into her as she plunged down on to him, until they established a smooth rhythm. He then released her hips and let his hands roam, pushing against her tight stomach, pulling on her breasts, twisting her nipples. He couldn't get enough of her skin under his hands.

As Josh roamed her body, Marie began pressing down harder, pushing her weight into Josh, trying to get his penis as deep as possible within her. When he began pulling on her nipples, it sent her over the edge. She came again, harder this time. Josh could barely make his way in and out of her, she was cumming so hard.

That was all it took for Josh. He moaned, then released jet after jet of hot cum into her. As the last spurts dribbled out of him, he grasped onto Marie's shoulders and pulled her down on to him, wanting to feel every bit of her skin upon his. Instinctively knowing what he wanted, Marie spread her legs back, lying completely on top of him.

"You are incredible," he softly whispered into her ear. He was in post-orgasmic bliss, his arms wrapped tenderly around Marie. Marie simply smiled in reply. She rolled off on to his side and they settled into a gentle sleep, both hoping this was the first of many dinners to come.



Stuffing or Muffing?



I had been so looking forward to spending Thanksgiving with my widowed father. It would be our first Thanksgiving since the death of my mother. My father and I had become so much closer since Mom passed away. We had, in fact, become sexually intimate for the first time on Halloween, his birthday. (See my story "A Boo-boo for Daddy.) Yes, Daddy and I had really big plans for this holiday. We had joked about playing "Gobble, Gobble" and eating things the Pilgrims never imagined. And I really got excited when my father said he'd buy me a new car if my roommate Jasmine would fuck and suck him too. Well, not a brand new car, but a newer used car. 

Jasmine, a beautiful black girl from L.A., slept with me in one of the two bedrooms in our on-campus apartment. But we never got much sleep. Heather and Jennifer shared the other bedroom and we often invited them to our pajama parties. Although none of us ever wore anything but panties, and those ended up being tossed on the floor real fast.

I brought Jasmine home with me for Thanksgiving. She didn't want to go all the way to L.A. for only a few days when she would be going home for Christmas break a couple weeks later. My younger brother Scott, a freshman at Valley Forge Christian College outside Philadelphia, was coming home too. I hoped college life had matured him, because his high school education ended with him being a total geek. And definitely a total virgin, no doubt. The closest he had ever got to pussy was our cat, Madonna. 

Jasmine and I arrived at the house on Tuesday about noon. I called my father. He was just leaving Cleveland where he had business and said he would be home in a couple hours and couldn't wait to see me . . . naked.

"Sarah, thank you so much for inviting me home with you for Thanksgiving," Jasmine said with a grateful sigh. "No way could I afford to pay for a ticket to L.A. both now and at Christmas."

"Hey, glad to have you, Jasmine. My father is anxious to see you again." I started to laugh and covered my mouth with my hand.

"See me again?" Jasmine asked, confused. "I haven't met your father yet."

"No, but he's seen you."

"Seen me? When?"

Now I really laughed. "Oh yeah, my father has seen your sweet little black ass, honey. And he sure liked what he saw!"

"Tell me!" she insisted. So I did tell her. About how my father had hid in my bedroom closet wearing my panties while he watched Jasmine and I please each other. She started to titter half way through the story. "You're father is such a pervert!"

"Hey Jasmine, isn't anybody with a dick between his legs a pervert? Given sufficient motivation? My father said jerking off to our little buddy suck and fuck was way better than spanking the monkey while watching some boring porn flick."

"Girlfriend, speaking of a buddy suck and fuck . . ." Jasmine put her arm round me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. A shiver ran up my spine. She sat on my bed and tugged off her Kenneth Cole white leather knee-high spiked boots. She slipped off the Petit Bateau white cotton tank top with no bra underneath. Incredibly firm, succulent breasts. Huge aureolas. Then she stood again and slithered out of the zebra-striped miniskirt. Just a white thong now. So beautiful. No wonder she had modeled in L.A. She lowered her panties, letting me see her pussy. "I used Magic powder just for you. See how smooth I am? Now let me see your kitty."

I quickly tossed off my halter top, jeans, and panties. Then I walked naked out of the bedroom, calling over my shoulder, "I left the toys in my bag downstairs. Back in a minute."

When I came back, Jasmine pulled me down on the bed with her. "I love that little patch of red hair, Sarah. It matches your head so perfectly." We began to kiss passionately and fondle each other all over eagerly. "Let me do you first," she insisted.

I didn't object when she pushed me on my back and had her head between my legs. I spread wider as Jasmine licked the inside of my thighs softly nuzzled my little bush. I started to wiggle as she parted my labia and began to give my clit a little attention. She wrapped her arms around my hips and cupped my ass cheeks as she flicked my clit up and down with her tongue. 

"Jasmine, would you use this on me, please?" I handed her the cute little green jelly butt plug and the lube. Soon she inserted it gently and I didn't even jump, not even a bit. I pushed her head back down on me and pulled her hair playfully as her tongue met my clit again. She ate me enthusiastically as she manipulated the butt plug. My legs shuddered and my entire body quivered as she brought me to an incredibly intense orgasm. And then she did it again as I moaned, thrashed about, and cried out even louder. 

We didn't see my brother Scott standing there. No, but we heard him make a call on his cell phone. "Dad! Dad! Sarah has a black girl here at the house in her bedroom and they are . . . uh . . . they . . . uh . . . they're . . . naked! And doing things to each other!" Suddenly Scott was quiet and listened to whatever it was my father said in response to his accusations. Scott then folded up his cell phone and snarled at us, "Dad says you're both gonna get it but good when he gets home!"

* * *

Two hours later Jasmine and I sat in the kitchen eating sandwiches. The phone rang. It was the hospital. My father had been injured in an automobile accident. He apparently ran off the road and hit a tree. Scott had gone out somewhere. I told Jasmine to try and get in touch with him as I rushed out the door and headed for the hospital.

My father was semi-conscious when I got to the emergency room and looked to be in considerable pain. They had already put a cast on his broken left leg. Any other injuries were not obvious to me.

"Daddy, what happened?" I hugged him fiercely, but he pushed me away.

"Easy, honey, I hurt all over," he mumbled.

"Did somebody run you off the road?"

"No, no. It was all my fault," he replied sheepishly. "After Scott called me about you and Jasmine and . . . I . . . well . . . I . . . uh . . . got a little excited and started to masturbate."

"Daddy, you shouldn't do that while you're driving!"

"I know, honey, I know. But couldn't you girls have waited until I got home to start the party? So anyways, I'm choking my chicken like crazy and I just took my eyes off the road, I guess."

Just then a doctor walked in we introduced ourselves. "Sarah, your father should be okay, but we have to do some more tests for internal injuries and so forth. And of course, there's the broken leg. But those mend in time. We have medicated him substantially and he'll be out real soon."

Scott showed up not much later and he and I took turns being with my father that night and the next day. Jasmine took over the preparations for dinner on Thanksgiving. We had planned for it to only be the four of us. My father didn't want to deal with a big shindig the first Thanksgiving we were to spend without mother.

* * *

On Thanksgiving Scott went over to the hospital in the morning. We decided that I would go as soon as he returned and we would have dinner when I got back.

My father had now been moved into a semi-private room. I stopped at the desk to talk to the nurses before I went in to see him. They mentioned he had eaten the hospital turkey dinner about an hour before, complaining all the while it tasted like crap. One attractive nurse smirked at me and said, "I think your father is feeling much better. He's bitching about everything. Oh, and he pinched me on the bottom."

I tried to look as shocked as I could and said, "It must be the medication. My father is usually quite the gentleman."

When I entered his room, he lay on his back sleeping, with his broken leg elevated. I looked over at the man in the next bed. The curtain was open. He slept also and no one else was there in the room. I sat on the edge of my father's bed. He didn't stir. I felt so sorry for him, spending Thanksgiving in the hospital. I mulled over what I could do for my poor father.

I pulled down the sheet. He wore one of those stupid gowns. I had brought his pajamas the day before but apparently hadn't gotten around to putting them on. I lifted the front of the gown. 

His large but flaccid penis looked so lonely just lying against his leg like that. I bent over to give it a close-up examination. Nope, didn't look injured to me. I had wondered since he had his cock in his hand when his car hit the tree. I didn't see any fingerprints from a death grip on his best friend at the moment of impact or any other peculiarities. The only problem I could see with his dick was that it was limp. So the only thing left to check for was impotence. 

I slowly put the head of his cock between my lips. And kept going until all of it was in my mouth. I began to suck very gently. He began to stiffen.

He woke with a start. "Sarah . . . what . . ."

I stopped with my mouth and used my hand. "Daddy, I told you we were going to play 'Gobble, Gobble' on Thanksgiving, didn't I? I think Daddy needs a real good blow job, don't you?"

"Ohhhh . . . that feels so good. Yes honey, Daddy needs a real good blow job. But I don't think I can reciprocate on the 'Gobble, Gobble' because my mouth is still sore from smashing my face on the steering wheel. And I bit my damn tongue, you know."

"No worries, Daddy, you can owe me one." My lips returned to the head of Daddy's cock. I traced the lines and texture of it. My tongue ran up and down his shaft. I found the underside of his balls and licked all the way up to the tip of his cock. Over and over. I paused only momentarily to ask, "Do you like the way I lick your lollipop, Daddy?"

"Uh . . . oh . . . yes . . . oohhh . . . yes, honey."

"Are you sure you're 'up' for a blow job, Daddy?" I teased as I stroked his cock and kissed it lovingly. "What with your broken leg and all?"

"Oh honey . . . please . . . please suck . . . please suck my cock," he stammered, his eyes begging even more than his words.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth, Daddy, and all over my face?"

"Yes baby . . . oh yeah I do . . . ohhh yeah . . . please . . . please . . . suck me."

Not only could I tell he was 'up' for a blow job, I could tell he was getting close to blowing a really big wad. I covered his cock just past the coronal ridge with my mouth. I encased the shaft with my right hand and cupped his balls with my left hand. I gently moved my hand up down as I vigorously sucked on the head. Up and down, in and out, up and down. Over and over.

"Oh God, honey . . . I . . . I . . . oh my God . . . I can't . . . I'm . . ."

Daddy began to thrust hip hips upwards to meet my eager mouth. Deeper and deeper in my throat. All of him. When he was right on the edge of orgasm, I practically stopped doing anything except hold him tight and let him thrust in and out of my mouth.

"Sarah . . . I . . . oh God . . . I'm going to cum . . . I . . . uh . . . oh God . . . oh Sarah . . ."

And then my father exploded spasmodically. I swallowed most of it. Only once did I come up him briefly as he ejaculated gloriously. I let him watch his cum shoot in my mouth as I held the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue. Then I went back down on him to suck out every last drop. Just as I sat up and wiped the cum from my chin with the edge of the sheet from my father's bed, the man in the next bed gasped loudly. Apparently he had been watching me suck my father's cock. He pointed toward the door. There stood the cute nurse who had said my father pinched her. She had sort of a slutty pout on her face.

"Hey Melinda," the man in the next bed called, "How about you come over here, darlin', and blow me?"

"Now Howard," she responded sternly, "didn't I give you a hand job when you got your sponge bath this morning?"

"Yes you did, honey, but I want you to use your mouth to get me off now. You're a head nurse, ain't you? C'mon over here and wipe off your lipstick on my python of pleasure."

Melinda laughed, threw up her arms, and shook her head, indicating that she would. "Don't ever let it be said that the nurses in this hospital are not above all in service."

After she finished him off about ten minutes, she got up and strolled out with, "Now, I don't want to hear any more complaining from you two guys for the rest of the day. You both got your fellatio for the day. Now watch TV and sleep. There are some patients in this place who actually have a problem besides blue balls."

I pulled a chair up close to my father's bed so we could talk without Howard eavesdropping. My father looked worried about something.

"What's the matter, Daddy? Are you hurting bad somewhere?"

"No, honey. I'm a little concerned about your brother. He seems so . . ."

"Oh Daddy, he's just a stupid little geek. And that Bible-thumping is beginning to annoy me. Not to mention squealing on me. I should kick his ass. I can, you know."

"Yes Sarah, I know you can kick his ass. I want you to do me a really big favor."

"Oh? And what might that be, Daddy?"

"I want you to fuck your brother."

"What? Wha . . . what . . . the fuck?"

"I think I can get a good deal on a Porsche 911 Carerra Cabriolet, your new car. Well, it's not brand new, but when it rains all you have to do is push a button and the boot slides off, the top comes up, and the side windows roll up on their own. You don't have to fuss or even get out of the car. It's yours—provided that your brother is no longer a virgin when I come home from the hospital."

* * *

We sat down to Thanksgiving dinner, Jasmine, Scott and I.

Jasmine and I had got all dolled up in sexy, low-cut cocktail dresses, both black. We had decided on black because we would soon be mourning the loss of Scott's virginity. Scott wore his Sunday suit, a crisp white shirt, and a polka-dot tie. My brother kept staring at us. He didn't look all that hungry. Not for food, anyway.

I had told Jasmine what my father had said, about fucking Scott. She said she would of course help, although like me she didn't think popping his cherry was going to be easy. "What if he starts quoting the Bible?" she worried aloud. 

Jasmine passed around the plate of turkey, which prompted me to ask Scott sweetly, "Do you like white meat or dark meat, honey?" 

He glanced from Jasmine to me, staring mostly at our breasts, and muttered, "Uh . . . both . . . I would . . . uh . . . like both . . . white meat . . . and . . . dark meat. Please."

Jasmine leaned over and gave Scott a good gander at her voluptuous melons. We had mutually agreed not to wear underwear. "It's hot in here," she purred. 

"Scotty, aren't you going to say grace?" I inquired.

"I already prayed silently," he responded. "I didn't think you two were into praying."

"We like to prey on men, Scotty," Jasmine said demurely. "Especially ones like you. I bet you jerk off a lot, don't you?"

"Huh?" he blurted.

"How about some veggies?" she then asked, as she stuck that plate in front of him.

"Whole cucumbers?" he questioned. "I think you're supposed to cook the squash. What happened to traditional Thanksgiving vegetables like cranberries and corn? Those big banana peppers look really hot."

"Scott honey, see this curve the banana peppers have?" Jasmine cooed. "Great for stimulating one's G-spot!" 

I put a drumstick on his plate, and cooed, "Did you ever get drummed by a stick?" He looked quite puzzled.

Jasmine put some stuffing on his plate. "Maybe you'd like a stuffing," she said, smirking. "Show him, Sarah."

I pulled out the big blue dildo from its hiding place and wielded it like a sword. "Scotty, my dear little brother, you squealed on us to Daddy. Now we are going to make you squeal!" 

Then we both grabbed him and wrestled him to the floor. We started to pulled his pants down and he wailed like a banshee.

"No, no, please don't!" he cried.

Suddenly we stopped. "We're just joking with you, Scott," I said softly. "But you pissed me off when you squealed to Daddy. Don't do it again!"

"I . . . won't . . . I promise, Sis."

"Okay then, let's finish dinner," I stated matter-of-factly.

"I'm not hungry," Jasmine complained, "I'm horny. Maybe Scotty doesn't want that blue dick up his ass, but I want it up mine!"

I laughed. "Sure Jasmine, I'm not all that hungry either. We'll show Scotty what he's missing here."

We both quickly shed our dresses and hung them neatly on a convenient coat rack around the corner in the living room. 

I attached the big blue dong to the harness. Jasmine got on all fours, put a footstool under her belly to lean on, and extended her legs out and to the side. One might think she had done this before. I began to rim Jasmine. "Scott, just for educational purposes—you see here I'm giving my chocolate baby a chocolate job with my tongue—this is called analingus." I applied lube to the dong and gently poked around her opening. "Now, Scott, I'm going to stick my dick up Jasmine's ass—this is known as analinctus." 

"Go ahead, Sarah," she urged, "hit the heiny hole."

I got the head of the dong past her sphincter muscle. I handed her a small vibrator that looked like a tube of lipstick. "Here, use this too, girlfriend. Double your pleasure."

"Okay Sarah, slide it in all the way. I want it hard and fast!"

I pulled her hair with one hand and caressed her breasts with my other as the dong began to slide in and out easily. I could hear the vibrator buzz.

"Fuck me, Sarah! Oh my . . . that's it, honey . . . that's it. Fuck my fanny. Pull my hair. Squeeze my tits. Harder! Ahh . . . yeah . . . oh yeah . . . ohh . . . bang my bum, baby . . . oh my . . . oh my fucking . . ."

And then it happened. She seemed to go beyond anything I could imagine. At first I thought she might me having some sort of seizure. I guess it was. A seismic sexual spasm. She collapsed on the floor in convulsions and I held her and petted her until she stopped shaking.

Finally she whispered, "Wow, I felt that from the tips of my toes all the way through my body until it exploded in my head. Fucking surreal."

Scott had sat there watching the show with a look of total shock on his face.

"Sis?" 

"Yes, Scotty?"

"I think I'd like you to do that to me. What you just did to Jasmine."

"You would?"

"Yes. But could you please make love to me and not just fuck me? I want my first time to be special."

"Scotty, I do love you! You're my brother. You just annoy me sometimes. Just don't be a pain in the ass. Uh . . . forget that last part, about a pain in the ass. Of course I'll make love to you, bro."

"Hey Scotty, can I suck your cock while Sarah is fucking you . . . lovingly . . . in the ass?" Jasmine asked quite seriously. "I prefer white meat, myself."

He nodded like a woodpecker.

* * *

Six hours later I stood next to my father's bed in the hospital and talked to him softly. "Daddy," I never imagined the damn thing would get stuck. "We used lube. We used a lot of lube. Geez, he's such a girl! He squirmed and squealed and even started to cry. But he didn't ask me to stop." Howard, who had occupied the other bed in the room, had been discharged. Now Scott lay in that bed, his butt on top of a donut cushion. He was not conscious at the moment.

"Not to worry, honey," my father reassured me. "You were tight the first time, weren't you?"

"Yes, I sure was, Daddy. And you did tell me to fuck him."

"That I did, honey. He'll live."

Jasmine had brought some food to the hospital. Somehow we had not gotten around to finishing Thanksgiving dinner. We ate and chatted. My father was so happy to have some real food after having been force-fed fake turkey, so he said.

Scott began to regain consciousness. He stared at the three of us and his expression changed several times as he became alert.

"Would you like a muffin?" I asked him.




Stuffing or Muffing?



"Would you like a muffing?" he asked me.

"He's slurring his words," I commented knowingly to Jasmine and my father. "The medication."

"I'm not slurring my words!" he insisted. "I asked you if you wanted a muffing. Cunnilingus! That's what I'm talking about."

"I think he wants to eat you," Jasmine said, amused, "not one of those stale muffins."

"Yes," my father agreed, "that's it all right." I think the lewd gestures Scott made with his tongue may have given it away, but I wasn't sure.

"Oh yeah? Well, we'll see about that. Is that what you want, Scotty? You want to eat your big sister?"

Again he nodded like a woodpecker, like he did back at the house.

I shed my clothing and lay at the foot of Scott's bed, facing him. "Okay, Scotty, let's see how you cut the carpet. C'mere, bro, and tickle the bearded clam."

But now he seemed reluctant. "Uh . . . I . . . how . . . I . . . never . . ."

"Oh, now you're changing your mind?" I snapped. "Now that I'm in the mood?"

"Scotty," Jasmine said softly, "eating your sister's pussy is probably the most wonderful thing you can do for her. What were you going to get her for Christmas? Some cheap earrings or something? If you do this right, Scotty, this is what she'll want. And it won't cost you anything."

"Jasmine, I . . . uh . . . would you tell me how to do it? I want to do it right. I want to please her."

"No worries, Scotty. First, kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. Make her pussy beg for it." Scott put his face between my legs and began to do as instructed. Quite well, actually. I began to moan a bit. "Now we'll find your sister's clitoris," Jasmine advised. "Lick the creases where those long, lovely legs join her pussy. That's it, dude, you're doing good. Nuzzle your face into that cute little red bush. Brush your lips against her slit, but don't use any pressure yet." Scott did. I began to buck up and strained to get my brother's face and tongue closer to me.

"It's getting wet," Scott observed.

"Well, I guess you're making progress then," Jasmine responded wryly. "Use your tongue to separate her pussy lips. Run your tongue up and down between the layers of pussy flesh. Okay, good. Now gently spread her legs more with your hands. What you're looking for looks like a button or a tiny penis, covered by a flap of skin. Use your tongue and fingers. It will peek out at you, begging for more attention."

I squealed in delight, "Oh my God, I can't believe he found it so quick!"

Jasmine kept on lecturing. "Scotty, keep your tongue pointed and stiff, flick here and there, but keep coming back to her clit. Give it quick little sucks."

I screamed, "Jesus Christ almighty! I'm going to heaven! This is the fucking Rapture! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" I knew Scott would like the Bible references and they make him all the more enthusiastic.

My father got sentimental and was saying stuff like, "Son, I am so proud of you."

Melinda the nurse popped in just as my brother began to turn blue from me squeezing his face between my thighs as I kept yelling, "Oh yeah, speak in tongues, Scotty, speak in tongues!"

"Visiting hours are over!" the nurse screamed. "You girls have to leave immediately! If you're not gone in five minutes, I'm getting security!" 

* * *

Jasmine and I returned to the hospital the next day to visit my father and brother. We had hoped that they both could be released that morning. But, when we stopped at the nurse's station to inquire about the matter, Melinda and the other nurses adamantly stated this would not be possible. They all seemed to be smirking.

"But Melinda, why not?" I kept questioning.

"It seems that your brother has an addiction."

"An addiction?"

"Yes, somehow he has become addicted to muffing. And your father, too. I'm afraid it will be a few more days before they can go home. The nurses here haven't had it so good since an entire football team was hospitalized on this floor as a precautionary measure. That turned out to be nothing but a scare. But can you imagine an entire football team with nothing to do but . . . uh . . . never mind, that's confidential medical information. 

"But I have to go back to school today!"

"Well, you'll just have to get a muffing here then. Like all the rest of us."

Jasmine and I got our muffing. We switched places after awhile so the boys could have a taste of both the chocolate and the vanilla. Daddy was even up for a stuffing, so I gave him one. Not Scotty though. But he did let Jasmine suck his cock again, although he demanded that she tell his cock that she loved it. So she did. And she even gave it a name. I can't even describe how hilarious it was as she said, "I love you, Whitey!" over and over until Whitey, with a mind of his own, starting spouting back and shut her up.

When we started to leave, my father put his hand on Jasmine's arm and stopped her. "Jasmine, are you sure you can't spend Christmas with us? I'd really like to put on my Bad Santa suit and cum down your hot little chimney."

"Well, what are you having for Christmas dinner?" she asked, looking totally serious.

"Whatever you'd like my dear," my father replied.

"I'm dreaming of a Whitey Christmas," she began to sing beautifully. 

"Don't forget the stuffing!" I added.

"Or the muffing!" Scott chimed.

My father stood, broken leg and all, and said very solemnly, "If families celebrated holidays like us, there wouldn't be any fucking wars."

"Amen!" Scott shouted, as Jasmine and I applauded.



Stuffing the Mouse: The Ensemble



Part One - The Ensemble

“Are the socks ready?”

“Oui Monsieur.”

“Put them on the tray in the Hall.”

I watched the maid leave the room. By heaven even I was turned on, that tiny skirt and those fishnet tights tottering into the Hall on stiletto heels. Two days getting ready, two days! Still, it’s what he wanted. No one could ‘dress’ the French Maid like Paul, others had tried and not even come close to his ability to transform himself. Of course it helped if you had legs like a ballet dancer – actually he is a fucking ballet dancer – his ‘bouree’ is going to take on a whole new meaning tonight.

“Adele, where are you?”

“In the Library darling.”

I walked across the Dining Room and into the Library. Adele, naked as usual, was perched on the arm of the leather sofa toasting the fanny in front of the fire pretending to read a book. The lengths this girl goes to for effect. I had to agree she looked stunning, golden hair fluffed around her shoulders, firelight dancing across her thighs, glinting off her bouffant pubes, what does she do, backcomb them?

“Why aren’t you dressed, we don’t have much time?”

“That costume is so hot darling.”

“Well you’re not going to get any cooler standing there, pretending to read.”

“I’m not pretending.” She pouted.

“Adele, it’s a picture book, it’s upside down.”

“Oh. Is it? I cannot see anything without my glasses. Ok, you caught me. Can’t we just play ‘hide the sausage’ one more time before the Gentlemen arrive, it’s been nearly an hour since my last snack.”

“Adele!”

“Yes Michael?”

“Go and get dressed, if you are a good girl tonight we can play ‘hide the sausage’ and ‘toad in the hole’ all day tomorrow. Have you seen Grand Mama?”

“Michael.” She mewed, “I don’t have to go with that horrible Mr Gibbs if I don’t want to, do I? He smells so awful, he’s always blowing stinky poos and blames my sweet Muffin, and you know as well as me, my Muffin is never stinky poos.”

“Adele, are we talking about the cat?”

“Michael, you are silly sometimes. My Muffin, my sweet little pussy, Muffin. Not my muffin, that so badly wants a nice hot sausage between its lips. Can’t we just… quickly now, look its all nice warm and toasty for you.”

“Adele, that’s enough. The Gentlemen pay very handsomely for the entertainment we provide for them. God knows we need the money after Grand Papa lost the family fortune on that ridiculous wager, Grand Mama has always been very adept but any fool would see that even she could not take on the entire Caerphilly Cheese Rolling Consortium single handed. Well not in the one hour time limit.”

“I thought she did very well Michael, you must not blame Grand Mama, she managed forty two and another six would have seen her home and dry. Well not dry exactly. She said it was the dreadful smell of the cheese, she just couldn’t concentrate.”

“And what did Grand Papa do in his shame? Threw himself off the tower; he couldn’t even do that right, crashed straight through glass roof of the Billiard Room and impaled himself on Paul’s billiard cue.”

“Yes, but at least he died with a smile on his face.”

“Adele, go and get dressed, put your costume on and check to make sure the village girls are ready. And Adele, keep your legs off the Butler. I do not want a repeat of last month’s shameful episode with the champagne bottle. I’m going to find Grand Mama.”


Adele slid out of the room; she doesn’t walk exactly, but moves like she is grinding a sausage in her muffin, her pert derriere rising and falling first one side then the other. I think she does it on purpose it can’t be natural.

I found Grand Mama in the Gentleman’s Cloakroom. She turned away as I entered.

“What are you doing Grand Mama.”

“Ah dharling boy, there you are. I was just going to come looking for you.” She said glancing back at me.

“Give it here Grand Mama.”

I held out my hand.

“I don’t know what you mean, dharling boy, I haven’t got any thing.”

“Give me the hatpin Grand Mama. We are not having any more holes in the contraceptives, I’m going to have to check the machine again now.”

She scowled and handed me the hatpin.

“The village girls can make a fortune from the Gentlemen if they get pregnant, the money would change their lives.”

“So will the scamper of little feet! They are paid well enough for their work, they are happy with that; they do not need your creative input. Now I have asked you before, please stay away from the contraceptive machine. Grand Mama please go and make sure that Adele has gone upstairs to change and has not got the Butler on the floor again.”

“Oh is she going to do that trick with the champagne bottle again, I must go and watch.”

“No!” I shouted, “She is not doing any tricks with champagne bottles, not today, not tomorrow, never. Just go and make sure she is getting dressed; she will need your help with the zippers.”

“Can I play with the Butler later, after everyone has been arranged?”

“Yes, but you are not to hurt him like last time, I had to let him sleep with Paul by way of compensation. The Butlers Deluxe Marinade Injector is to be used only on meat going into the oven, it is not, repeat, not ever to be used to clean the Butlers ‘pantry’. I do not know what you were possibly thinking of Grand Mama; you could have hurt the poor boy. Though Paul did say that it made for a nice fit.”

I closed the door to the Gentleman’s Cloakroom, made sure Grand Mama was heading for the stairs and not the Butlers quarters and checked my watch, fifteen minutes. Right run through everything.

Bedrooms, done this morning, village girls each have their room keys so that should be ok.

The credit card terminal that accessed the Gentlemen’s Cloakroom was switched on, rather a neat way to extract payment, Grand Papa’s idea; pity the silly fool isn’t here to see it work. Each packet of contraceptives costs £250.00, not bad for a dozen and the girls are up to it, I have tested each personally. Well ok, Adele helped.

Paul is dressed and ready. He looks forward to this so much, been practising his ‘fouette’ all week, I do hope he gets Mr Gibb’s, that will pay him for being rude about my Adele’s poor Muffin. She has the sweetest smelling muffin in the whole world, I even like her pussy Muffin, though I’ve never been strong on cats, not unless she is going to do that thing with its tail again…mind’s wandering concentrate.

I heard the clatter of feet on the stairs and moved into the Hall to inspect the ‘ensemble’.

They organised themselves in a neat row and awaited my tour.

Victoria, so sweet and angelic, a delicate slip of a girl with a bosom like whipped fondant. A Milk Maid, how appropriate.

Angela. Dark and vivacious; an absolute bedroom powerhouse. How I remember the night we tried her out. She finished off both me and Adele, and would have had Paul as well if he hadn’t been so quick on his feet. Grand Mama soothed her flow, I must ask how she did that. Dressed like a vampish guest, very nice.

The Cat. Never sure who is in the cat costume, could be sexy little Anne or that vixen Rebecca. If Adele ever leaves me, I promised Rebecca she could move in, such a cunning little animal always finding a morsel to take between her lips.

The Fox. Well again, this is either Anne or Rebecca.

The Mouse. My darling Adele. I do hope she does not get Mr Gibb’s, I want a happy stuffed mouse at the end of this night.

The Butler, though he doesn’t normally participate, he plays his part. He stands here proud and erect, just like his todger, dressed in tails, no trousers or underwear, shiny polished shoes and socks held up by gaiters. I am very pleased with his turn out, hope Grand Mama goes easy on him.

The French Maid, Paul, you darling boy, only you could look so sexy dressed as a maid. None of the Gentlemen ever complains, Paul is very gifted at finding their needs, even the ones they didn’t know they had.

Finally, wonderful Grand Mama. Every inch the impeccable hostess; if only she and Grand Papa had thought of this scheme when she were in her prime. Still she enjoys going round the rooms, advising, coaching. Even been known to join in when the situation required.

I can hear the crunch on the gravel drive as the cars arrive and glance at the Grandfather clock, just two minutes to nine. They will wait at the door until the clock strikes the hour and only then enter. Grand Mama will give each a sock containing an ornament depicting their partner for the night. The rest is just pleasure.

And what of me? Where is my pleasure whilst the cavorting takes place? I shall be in my usual place in the study watching over the video recorders. That is where we make our real money. We have nearly five hundred members on our private client list paying £30 per month for videos.

"The Author claims the Moral Right to this work, it may not be reproduced elsewhere without the express written consent of the Author."



Stuffing the Turkey - & Mom



It's been three years since Mark left home after having sex with his own mother before Christmas. The two have not talked since the incident, Mark chose after graduation to take a job on the west coast. Sarah on the other hand stayed home forever living with guilt of what took place between them. Please read The Reluctant Santa first, it was my first attempt at incest and I think it was a pretty hot story.

"Hey Mark, Dad here I'm so glad your flying in for Thanksgiving this year. Look forward to seeing you, hopefully your visit will get your mother out of the doldrums she seems to have been since you left. Well see you soon son, Love you." Was the voice mail from his father.

Mark turned off his cell phone and went to the car rental booth at the airport to rent a car for the long weekend. They only had a few left so he was stuck with a little Ford escort to use for the weekend. He was sure his father would let him use his BMW or use his mother's suv. Mother he thought I have not spoke to since I left for the west coast running from the one night of lust that took place between. How he took advantage of her in a drunken state and while wearing the Santa suit his father usually wore for charity.

The thing that worried Mark the most was the fact his cock was already starting to harden in his jeans at the thought of his sexual experience with his mother. He felt ashamed that he took advantage of her and because of this he has had a hard time maintaining a relationship with any other women since.

Mark drove to the family home and got out of the car heading for the door with his bag. He rang the doorbell waiting for someone to come and answer it, after a few minutes his mother came to the door.

She looked stunning as usual, her short auburn hair neatly combed, her tight sweater accentuating her breasts, a tight pair of jeans that showed off her delectable tight round ass. Mark had to mentally stop checking her out so he could avoid getting a hard on right on the door step. 

"Hello Mark." She said. "Your father is in the living room watching a movie."

"Hey Mom, good to see you after all this time." He shakily replied.

"Good to see you son." Her reply was short and as cold as the November air outside.

Mark watched as she turned away and headed for the kitchen; Mark set his bag down and went into the living room. His dad sat in his favorite chair watching an old war movie on DVD. His dad loved those old World War Two movies and thanks to DVD he could enjoy the old classics in higher quality.

"Dad I'm finally home." Mark said entering the room.

"Mark bout time you got here" exclaimed his father jumping up from his chair. The man gave his son a big bear hug in the center of the room.

"Easy Dad I'm sore from the long plane ride from California." Mark laughed.

"Really it is good to see you son. Did you see your Mom?" he asked in almost a whisper.

"Yeah she greeted me at the door." He said. "Still not happy with me leaving home I guess."

"Well hopefully this visit will bring her around to her old self." Dad said.

"Boys supper." His mother yelled from the dining room.

The three of them sat down at the table in the dining room to eat supper, it was just a light dinner because Thanksgiving was the day everyone would stuff themselves. Not much conversation was going on at the table; most of the talk took place between Mark and his father. Sarah spoke only when spoken too by her husband and son, she made no attempt at conversation.

Dinner over Mark went to his room and unpacked his bags, he got out his bathrobe and shaving kit so he could freshen up before bed with a shower. As he passed his parents room he could hear them arguing on the way his mother had been such a cold fish to Mark. Mark figured it would be best not to listen and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After his shower he went back to his bedroom and went straight to bed, the jet lag made it quite easy to fall asleep. When he woke to the smells of a Thanksgiving feast being prepared, he rolled over to his night stand to see a note on it for him. 

Mark I'll try to get home for dinner tonight apparently a deal in Japan did not go through as planned and I have to get down to the office to have a conference call with our Japanese clients. Love Dad.

Mark got dressed in a casual pair of slacks and button up dress shirt, he headed down to the kitchen to see his mother there cooking. The smell of her perfume mixed with the heavenly smells of turkey, dressing, yam, mashed potatoes, carrots, dinner rolls and pumpkin pie. His mother looked as good as the dinner sounded dressed in a long skirt that went down to her ankles and a tight knit sweater that just sort of hung off of her shoulders.

"Did you get your fathers note?" she asked without turning around from the counter.

"Yes I did." He replied. "You look very nice today mom."

"Thank you Mark." She said. "Good now everything is ready this gives us a chance to go into the living room and talk."

Mark followed his mother into the living room watching the sway of hips go back in forth as she walked. She may have been in her late forties but she still had a great body and she still looked good in the beauty department. Sarah sat on the couch and Mark chose to sit in his Dad's recliner.

"Mark I still can not believe that you would come home in something I usually expect your father to be wearing and take advantage of me." She stated. "Then instead of dealing with this you decide to run off to California."

"I would have stayed Mom, the way you screamed at me that day. I thought you were going to call the cops and have me arrested for rape." He exclaimed in his defense.

"I was angry Mark, why would I not be angry my own son took advantage of me." She spat back at him.

"All I can say is that I'm sorry Mom." He answered.

"Sorry is all you can say, are you sorry I sucked your cock, are you sorry you licked my pussy, are you sorry you fucked me and are you sorry you fucked my ass." She fumed at him.

"Yes mom even though you sucked cock better than anyone I ever been with, your pussy tasted better than any I've ever had, you were a good fuck and I enjoyed fucking your tight ass, I'm sorry." He stood to yelling at her.

"Mark I'm sorry too. I was sorry I drove you so far away, I was sorry cause I enjoyed are incest so much. Even though I was angry the more I thought about it the more I became aroused by it." She put her hands to her face and began to sob. "I'm so ashamed."

Mark sat down next to his mother on the couch and began to hold her in his arms tightly. She buried her face against his chest still sobbing as he used his hands to stroke her back. Mark's cock was now straining against his pants; he was instantly hard to hear his mother say all those things. Then for her to admit that she enjoyed it after she had to think about was even a bigger turn on.

Mark now pulled her face away form his chest and looked into her eyes for a moment; he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Sarah was momentarily shocked at this gesture but she too felt very hot by the sudden admission they had made. The two of them kissed passionately on the couch where they had they're first incestuous experience almost three years before.

Sarah fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her son's shirt; Mark put his hand up inside her sweater to find that she was not wearing a bra. He fondled her bare breasts and her large pointy nipples. Sarah had his shirt unbuttoned and she broke the kiss long enough to take it off of her son.

She took control of the situation and pushed her son back on the couch kissing his chest and stomach. Sarah unbuttoned his pants and freed his thick eight and a half inch cock from them. She stroked it's hardness up and down for a few moments, and then encouraged by her son gently pushing on the back of her head she engulfed it into her mouth. Mark listened intently to the sounds of his mothers slurping saliva on his cock; he thought she sucked cock even better sober than she did drunk.

Sarah even fondled his cum filled balls as she continued to pump her son's member in and out of her mouth. She ran her tongue up the shaft and then just concentrated on his sensitive head. Mark dug his fingers into her hair and groaned as he shot thick loads of semen into her mouth. Sarah did her best to drink all of the cum down, some of it made it to her belly while the rest dribble out of her mouth.

She sat up and wiped the excess cum from her chin and lips, looking at her son who still had lust in his eyes despite shooting such a big load. Mark stood up and kicked off his pants standing in the living room naked with his semi erect cock bouncing in front of his mother.

Mark helps his mother off her knees and kissed on the lips, he was excited to taste her spit and his cum in her mouth as they kissed. He pulled he sweater off and began to suckle the still firm tits of his mother, her nipples seemed to have gotten a little darker than her remembered but were still all so sensitive.

Mark had Sarah lay down on the couch and he pulled the long skirt down and the pair of white lace panties she was wearing off. He spread her milky white thighs to reveal her beautiful wet pussy. His mother kept the hair trimmed in a very neat triangle with no excess to be found around the lips. Mark got on his knees and spread those lips apart and sought out her clit with his tongue. Sarah moaned letting her son know he had found her sensitive clit and her son began to work it with his tongue.

Mark licked her pussy with slow long strokes of his tongue occasionally hitting the clit; he knew he was teasing so he finally assaulted her clit with fast and furious strokes from his tongue. She started bucking her hips wilding grabbing his head with both of her hands. It did not take long for Mark to bring his mother to orgasm and his cock was now fully hard again.

He slid in easily to the wet pussy and began to slowly fuck his mother with long deliberate strokes from his cock. Her soft pants, moans and cries spurred him on to pick the pace up little by little. Before they both knew it he was fucking her like a wild animal savagely pounding his cock in and out of her.

Sarah could not remember the last time she had been fucked this good and hard, it had to been when her and her husband first started dating. Her pussy both hurt with the pain of her son's powerful pounding and felt like it was in heaven with it too. After her third orgasm Mark was getting tired so he pulled it out of his mother and sat down on the couch, Sarah took the hint and climbed on top of her son facing him. She loved being on top cause this gave her control of the action now.

She found the right groove and began to ride his young cock so it would both get in deep and rub her clit at the same time. Mark drove her wild with his kissing of her neck and breasts while she rode him. After she gave her self an intense orgasm riding she began to pick up her pace slamming her ass up and down on it. Mark got the hint and grabbed both of her ass cheeks so he could slam his cock to meet her thrusts. 

His mother screamed aloud that she was coming again and collapsed on top of Mark to catch her breath. After a moment to rest Mark rolled her off and got her on all fours for some doggie style. Like before she fucked like an alley cat Mark noticed that she had one hand fingering her clit and the other reached under and her long nails gently scraped his balls. Mark could not resist and began to fondle her puckered asshole again as he did three years ago.

Sarah had a few good orgasms again doing it doggie style as she usually does in this position during sex. Her son's fascination with her ass hole gave her an idea as his cock was still hard.

"Mark no one has ever fucked my ass before you and no one has fucked it since you either." She said.

"Can I fuck your ass again Mom?" he asked her.

"Yes baby fuck your momma's ass again , fuck it good and hard with that big cock of yours." She moaned.

Mark got up and went out to the kitchen and came back with the butter tray, he knew there was ky jelly upstairs but he could not wait to fuck his mom's ass any longer.

He smeared some to the butter on his cock and then the rubbed a big gob in and around his mothers asshole.

"Some nice hot buttered buns for you to fuck." His mother moaned.

"You have the best buttered buns around mom." He said positioning his cock with her asshole.

Sarah tensed as he pushed the head in and then relaxed again, Mark pushed another couple of inches in and she dug her fingers into the couch cushions. Now he had the full length of his cock buried in her ass and was churning butter so to speak. Sarah was now moaning the words 'oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck my ass baby' over and over.

Her tight asshole once again milked her baby's cock and soon he was shooting another huge gusher inside her ass. After a minute or two to recover Sarah strolled out to the kitchen to check supper, coming back in she gathered up her clothes.

"Dinner won't be ready for another hour baby, so I'm going to take a shower to get cleaned up." She said leaving the living room.

Mark sat and pondered what they just did for a moment or two, he gathered up his clothes and headed upstairs to his room. He heard the shower turn on as he got to his room, his cock once again was hard as a rock.

He threw his clothes down on the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom; he closed the door behind him and got in the shower with her. She was not surprised to see him and smiled as she took him in her arms.

"I love you Mark." She said.

"I love you Mom." He replied as they began to kiss.

Mark made love to his mother in the shower, sitting on the toilet and then he came inside her well fucked pussy while they were fucking on the bathroom floor. The two of them cleaned up for real and got dressed. Soon Dad was home and dinner was already on the table ready to eat.

Dad was glad to hear mother and son laughing and joking like old times from the dining room. It made him feel good that the two had made up and if everything was going to be okay between them he had a surprise.

"You two seem to be getting along well now." He said smiling.

"Yes we had a very long and intense talk." His mother replied.

"Good, well then I have a surprise for the both of you." He said. "Mark how would you like to move back home and take a job with one of my clients? 

"Sounds great Dad, I can tie up all the loose ends by Christmas and be back home for the holiday." He replied.

"Great and to celebrate you and mom can go up to her family cabin, get it ready for us to spend Christmas in, I'll be up to join you Christmas morning after I tie up some loose ends here." He explained.

"Well maybe someone will get a visit from Santa again." His wife laughed which made Mark bust out laughing as well. Dad did not get the joke that was meant for just mother and son.