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The Deck

By: culloden



Author's note: My aim with this story is more the build and the social aspects of crossing class lines than the sex. There is sex, but not before the stage is set. I hope you enjoy.



For two days now, she'd been watching the carpenter build the new deck. Although both she and her husband wanted it, the deck was her project. 

"I don't have time. You make it happen," he'd said. 

A photographer, she spent most days at home, only going on shoots a couple of days a week. Yeah, good, she thought, 'cause I work at home, I've got time you don't. She knew though, that she did have more time than he, didn't spend three hours a day riding the Metro North train to Manhattan through the Bronx and Harlem. Still, his presumption pissed her off. But if she wanted a deck, this was how it would happen. And if she was getting a new deck, she wanted a new door to replace the old aluminum slider that only worked half the time.

That spring, she'd begun a round of calls to her friends looking for a carpenter, but all she got were horror stories of half-finished kitchens, un-returned phone calls, trampled azaleas. 

"Honey," her pal Rebecca had said, "they'll take your money, trash your house, and screw your baby sitter." Half a breath later Rebecca recanted, "Okay, you don't have a baby sitter. Watch yourself then."

The horror stories proved out, at least the ones about missed appointments and sleazy contractors. The one guy who'd bothered to show up for his appointment was caricature from a Tennessee Williams play – he rang the doorbell wearing a wife-beater, chewing a half-smoked cigar. He didn't even get it out of his mouth for introductions before she slammed the door.

She checked the ads in the Penny Shopper and Craigslist, on the corkboards at the package store and the deli. She called Westchester numbers, she called Connecticut numbers. Either she got voice mail, which judging by the lack of returned calls, seemed to be just a way to tell her to go away without the embarrassment of personal contact, or they were booked until the fall. 

The fall! Who the hell wants a deck in the fall? She wondered. 

On the Sunday before the Fourth, her husband had gotten snotty about the deck. "How hard is it to get some schmo who can knock some 2x4s together?" he'd asked. "Do you want me to make some calls? Maybe a man's voice on their voice mail will get a response."

 She picked up the Metro section of the Times and pretended to read. Shit, she thought, I'm a college graduate, I make good money, I can't get a fucking guy who hammers nails for a living to return a god damn phone call, and my asshole lawyer husband thinks he can help. Fuck you, she telepathed over her coffee. Fuck you. And that's the best fuck you're getting for a while.  

 That Wednesday she saw the carpenter's 8 ½ by 11 sign hanging on the deli's pin-up board amongst the ads for lawn services, unwanted motorcycles, and dog groomers. Half its phone number tabs had been torn off already. She tore off the rest, kept one, and dropped the rest in the garbage. 

She was so surprised when she didn't get voice mail that her tongue tied up like a kid calling for a date. "Uhm, uh, do you build decks?" 

"Yes."

He spoke clearly, answered her questions about schedule – "Yes, I can do it before the fall." "No, no crew. Just me." "Yes, I can come by on Friday. What time?" He came to look at the job at the appointed time, dressed in Carhart shorts and a clean, button down shirt. Neat hair, friendly, professional, answering her questions as if they were all intelligent. After ten minutes, she knew. 

"When can you start?"

"What? We haven't talked money yet."

"Okay, talk money."

"First, we need to talk about what you want."

"I want a god damn deck."

Half an hour later, her head was swimming with words like "ipe'" and "Trex" and the carpenter had said, "Good. I've got it. Give me two days to put together a price."

Which, to her utter amazement, he did. It was at the high end of what she and her husband had talked about, but she'd have paid this guy whatever he wanted. 

"Okay, now when can you start?"

"Second week in August."

And here it was, the second week in August. She was watching the carpenter, his back bent as he fastened heavy, 2 x 10 joists in place, his working man's shoulders rounded as he carried the green colored lumber from where the lumberyard's flatbed truck had dumped the stack in the driveway around the garage to the backyard. 

They hadn't talked much the first day, just for a few minutes at eight in the morning after his pickup truck had rolled into the driveway.

He'd rung the front doorbell, and stood back on the stoop a polite distance. 

"Good morning," he'd grinned. "Ready for me to start?"

"Absolutely." 

Over the next days, she was surprised at her interest in his work. Several times through the day, she stopped at the kitchen sink to look out the window, or watched him through the big sliding door in the eat-in. The carpenter did everything in an easy, practiced way, never seeming in a hurry, always seeming to know the next step. 

The deck building continued through a rare stretch of blue sky high summer. The carpenter wore short sleeve button shirts, and shorts. The third morning, feeling oddly awkward about her jobsite voyeurism of the days before, she'd opened the slider to ask if he'd like a cup of coffee. 

He looked up, sunglasses shading his eyes, "Thanks, yes."

"How do you take it?"

"Black."

She'd gone back in, taken down two mugs from their hooks, and filled them, filling her nose with the earthy coffee smell. The mugs advertised Nantuckett, famous apparently, for its clichéd swoop-wing seagulls. To hers she'd added milk, then walked out through the garage and its ground level back door, avoiding the yet open framing of the deck. 

He stood on the deck framing, leather boots overhanging the joists, sawdust already lighting on his socks, the turpentine smell of the pine now competing with that of the coffee. She was unsure whether to hand the cup up to him, but he saved her figuring it out by jumping to the ground. His knees bent gymnastically as his feet touched down, then he was standing at her side. 

"I hope you like strong coffee," she said. 

"Hot, too," he said, wincing a little as the first sip burned his throat.

Without thinking, she reached out and touched the carpenter's shoulder, concerned, "Are you alright?"

She drew back her hand fast as she'd put it out, and he said, "Oh, fine. Just need to learn to go a little slower."

The carpenter leaned back, moving aside his tool bags to hitch a leg up onto the joist, coffee cradled in his hands. Out of the sun now, he pushed his sunglasses up on his head, looked right into her eyes, broke his gaze to sip the coffee.

Liking his blue, clear eyes she raised up her mug, smelled the coffee like wine, sipped. 

"So, how do you learn this," she asked, "Do you go to school to be a carpenter?"

"I guess you can. I didn't. I've always just sort of known how. There are books, and I've worked for other carpenters."

"My husband is hopeless at anything like this."

"Well, I'm not sure what he does, but I'm pretty sure I couldn't do it. And whatever that is pays well enough to hire me." He spoke with no regional accent – not Boston, not New York, not southern. Just clean middle-American English that offered no clues to his origin. He smelled slightly of sweat, of the leather tool bags, and pine.

"He's a lawyer."

"What?"

"My husband. He's a lawyer."

"Good thing I didn't know that when I bid the job," he grinned. "What do you do?"

"I'm a photographer. Mostly women's magazine stuff."

"You must get around then." 

"Not that much. A lot of studio shots, a few house interiors, but they're within a day's drive. Nobody wants to pay travel expenses. I was wondering though, would you mind if I took some shots of you working? I won't bother you, but the light is so good, and the lines of the framing are really interesting." 

"Sure. Why not? Maybe you can send me a nice shot of the finished deck for my marketing?"

"Deal."

The rest of the day she photographed the carpenter affixing expensive hardwood decking to make a floor where none had been, a place where her husband's partners would talk about clients and sports and drink bourbon as the sun set and the salmon grilled. Where their chicly casual wives would eye the rings on their counterpart's merlot-holding fingers while talking pedicures and causes, she photographed the carpenter on his knees, driving screws. Her photographer's eye was drawn to his elemental work, the deep textures of his laden, leather toolbelt, the play of sun and shadow on him as he worked through the blue August day. 

As the sunlight flattened through the afternoon, it threw small shadows. She became acutely aware of textures, of his close cropped hair, the lumber, the flexing of his calf muscles. Every so often, he'd stop working to look at her composing a shot, and she'd lower the camera, look into his eyes and say, "Keep working."

"Yes ma'am."

Looking up from below, she shot one photo that silhouetted the carpenter, his biceps straining to raise a long plank against the blue sky, his blue eyes completely focused on his work. The composition particularly struck her. She was looking at that photo on her computer screen that night when her husband came home. 

"What's for dinner?" he asked.

"Oh, something. Come in here and look at this. Doesn't it remind of that socialist realist mural in the old Post Office?"

Her husband wasn't the art fan that she was, and all he saw was a guy working. She saw a lot more. 

"Yeah, I guess it sort of looks like that mural. What did you call the style?"

"Socialist realist. You know, like those war bond posters from the '40s? That Thomas Hart Benton mural in the museum?"

"Okay, sure. What something do you have in mind for dinner?"

That night she lay in bed listening to her husband breathe, feeling his arm draped over her chest. She wore an oversized T-shirt, pulled taught by how she lay on it. An awareness of the fabric grazing her nipples lazed through her. She moved so her ass touched her husband's boxers, to feel him rub against her. Tightening and relaxing her glutes brought a pleasure and a frustration, but didn't wake him.

Drifting in her mind, enjoying the minor sensations, she remembered the smell of sweat and leather and wood, the firmness of his shoulder when she'd touched the carpenter that morning. 

What to do with this, she wondered? 

Without thought, she found her hand touching her mound, the hair coarse against her fingers. Softly, to avoid waking her husband, her fingers moved down and she stroked the lips of her cunt. She felt a warmth as blood flowed in and they opened up, moisture flowing from within. Pinching herself, rubbing her hand along the opening, she couldn't help but move her hips. After a little time, she started to circle her clit with her middle finger, then slid it down into her opening. The slippery warmth and softness engulfed her fingers, as she pressed her clit with her hand.

So involved was she that the feel of her husband's hard cock against her ass surprised her. Awakened by her movement, he had pulled down his boxers and started sliding between her ass cheeks. 

Lifting her upper leg provided access, and he slid his cock into her from behind. His hardness filled her, but she couldn't thrust as she wanted this way. 

"Wait," she said, pulling away from him and rolling to her belly. With her ass raised, he entered her again from behind, and she pushed back to take him deeply. His balls draped against her as he pulled her to him, and she gasped from the depth of the penetration. She rarely came from fucking this way, but her closed eyes were filled with the carpenter's broad chest and she could almost smell this leathery sweat and her husband's cock was rubbing her just right and then it hit so hard and so suddenly that she cried out in surprise as she orgasmed. 

Morning now, and she sat at the kitchen table with her coffee, enjoying the warmth of the cup as she held it to her lips, the smell so much better than any taste could be. Her husband was gone for the day, but along with the coffee she was savoring the memory of his cock in her, the coarse cotton of her T-shirt rubbing her nipples as her chest pressed to the mattress. He'd become wonderfully hard just before he flooded her with warmth. Feeling her husband ebb inside her, she'd sagged down on the bed away from him and almost instantly fallen into a dreamless sleep.

When the alarm rang that morning, he'd reached over and turned it off, then rolled back to her. With a hand on her breast, he nuzzled her ear, nibbling, sending thrills she loved so right down to her clit.

"What got you going last night?"

Dodging the answer, she'd sad, "I don't know. Couldn't sleep, and started, well you know, playing." Lying on her back, not wanting to talk more, she'd let her hand drift to his thigh and his renascent cock, enjoying the smooth flesh against her palm. 

The distraction worked, but after a few minutes, he'd pulled away. "Got to go to work. Hold that thought," he said. He'd showered and left for work, leaving her to lay in bed thinking and dozing. 

Thinking so, immersed in the earthy smell of good coffee, feeling the warmth of the mug, she found the carpenter's wide shoulders and direct blue eyes filling her thoughts. His shape drew her in a surprising way, made her re-evaluate. She wasn't accustomed to men who earned their way through the world with physical work. The carpenter was clearly strong, yet not in the gym-sculpted way she expected from muscular men. Wide shoulders rounded at the corners, and calf muscles that flexed in and out of definition as he moved across his construction site. His construction site – In an odd way, that section of her own back yard where he was turning a mysterious pile of lumber into a place for she and her husband to entertain their white collar friends was his for the duration. He wasn't dumb, either, although most of her peers would look down on his high school diploma as much as his calloused hands. 

The carpenter's practiced leap onto the deck framing broke her reverie. He balanced a moment on the joists, straightened up and stepped toward the slider. 

Right. Shit. He's going to work on that today. Inside, she thought, suddenly feeling vulnerable in the same T-shirt she'd worn while fucking her husband last night. She could have run to dress when he knocked on the slider, explaining her actions later. But the thought took her that this was her house, her kitchen, and she wasn't going to be chased out. Completely, anyway.

Opening the slider partway, feeling more secure with the glass between them, she fought off the wave of nervousness, stuck her head past the edge of the door, and gave the carpenter a smile. A quick brush with her hand moved errant strands of brown-blond hair from her face, and she said, "I'm still dressed for bed. (Shit – What did that mean?) Give me a minute to get upstairs please, then come in and get started." 

Turning in, she knew he had a full view of her ass cheeks and panties as she retreated. As her bare feet slapped across the foyer's floor tile, she heard the slider open. "Help yourself to coffee," she shouted, as she bounded up the carpet clad stairs. 

What is going on? she wondered. This is my house. I'm paying him to be here, and yet I'm offering him self- serve coffee like he's my brother dropping in on a Saturday morning. Sitting on the bed, thoughts jumped around. 

More than that. Jesus, I'm like a schoolgirl with a crush on him. What's up with that? 

She got up, walked around, opened and closed drawers. Showered, carefully washing the mingle of her moisture and her husband's semen from her pubic hair. She chose a tank top, no bra, covered up with a light rayon blouse that she left unbuttoned, and shorts, then headed down.

The carpenter had indeed helped himself to coffee, the half-finished cup sitting on the countertop near the edge of the slider, the panels of which were now out and leaning against the side of the house. 

"You don't waste time, do you?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied. "Good coffee," he added with a gesture toward the cup. "Thanks."

"Good that you enjoy it," she said. "I'm going to do some work. If you need anything, my office is off the foyer."

"OK, probably won't, though."

The carpenter turned back to tearing out the door, and she paused to watch for a moment, marveling at his facility. Without looking, he'd locate a utility knife or a small pry bar from within his toolbelt, then apply it to the task at hand with ease and competence. The door trim, casing he called it, came off piece by piece, each one perfectly re-useable. A drop cloth on the floor caught the debris, the dust and small bits of insulation. 

Realizing she'd stood there for an awkward time, she turned quickly and headed to her office, turned on the Mac, and tried to get some work done. The photos flowed across the screen, and again and again she fought to stay focused. 

Shit. I can't think this. I'm married. He's a good guy, he trusts me.

Still, the images in her mind didn't match those on the screen. The screen didn't show the blue eyes, didn't convey the smell of sweat and leather. 

She started at the knock on the office door, spun in her chair. 

"Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to scare you. I'm going down to the deli to get some lunch. Thought I'd let you know since the door is out."

"Thanks for letting me know." 

Then, "I'd rather not be alone with the door out. Could I make you some lunch instead? I open a mean can of tuna."

"Sure, that'd be great. Save me some time running around. I'll get back to work."

"And I'll get right on the can opener," she said, laughing. "I wanted to see what you've done, anyway."

"Fine, come see what you're paying me for."

When she followed him outside, the degree to which her house was torn apart shocked her. The clapboards were removed in a zig zag pattern for several feet to either side of the slider, as well as for a row above the door. 

"This will all go back on, I took it off planning to reuse most of it. I picked up a few new pieces on the way here this morning to replace what got damaged."

As he went on to point out more details, her mind locked on the fact that morning barely started at eight for her, an hour after her husband caught his train, yet the carpenter had time to stop at the lumberyard? 

"What time do you get up?" she interrupted. 

"What?"

"You know, in the morning. How early do you get up if you can stop at the lumberyard on the way here?"

"Oh. I'm up at 5:30 or so."

"Wow," she said, the thought springing to her mind that she'd been sleepily giving her husband a hand job about that time. 

"OK, that's before my time," she said.

"I kinda noticed that that this morning," he smiled, knocking her right back off balance.

She darted him a look, thinking, Does he know what I'm thinking about? He can't.

"How about I start those sandwiches?" she asked.

"Sounds good."

They ate at the kitchen table, and the carpenter said, "Thanks for this. Lots of homeowners kind of pretend I'm invisible."

How's that possible? she thought, but said, "That's pretty rude of them."

"Oh, I don't know. It feels sort of neutral. I'm invading their homes in a pretty personal way, and they have to accommodate a stranger disrupting their lives. And they're not all like that."

"You must get to know some of them pretty well."

"It can seem like that at the moment. I don't know how many times people have told me they'd invite me to the first big deck party, or cook a dinner for me in their new kitchen. It almost never happens, though," he said.


The Deck



"Why's that?"

"Well, I'm guessing I just sort of fade out of their minds after they write the last check. And I'm outside of their social circle. Most of the people I work for seem pretty well off. They can afford me, anyway, and I'm not the cheapest carpenter around. And really, do any of your friends invite carpenters to their parties?"

He looked right at her as he said this, blue eyes not betraying anything, not a challenge really, but not humor, either. 

She smiled, lifting one corner of her mouth, and said, "No, I guess not. I never thought about it, but no. You're the only carpenter I've ever known."

He continued looking straight into her eyes, then said, "Yeah, I thought so. But I've never had a lawyer and his pretty wife to a party at my place, either." Then he smiled, his eyes suddenly laughing, and part of her melted at the honesty. She laughed, deeply, happily, and reached out to touch his hard shoulder once more, in the moment. 

After lunch that day, she'd retreated to her office. She spent a long time just sitting, thinking. The carpenter left, only saying, "See you tomorrow," the new door closing with authoritative clunk. A diesel motor starting in the driveway, then silence. 

When her husband came home, that same photo of the carpenter was up on her screen. That night at dinner, she'd suggested that her husband stay home one day to meet the carpenter. 

"Why?" he'd asked. "I mean, they guy's doing a nice job, you're comfortable with him, why do I need to take time off to meet someone we'll never see again?"

"Why do you say that? You'd like him."

"Come on," her husband said. "Be real. What do we have in common with him? Only that he's working on our house."

"How can you say that? You've never met him."

"Okay, what do we have in common with him?" her husband asked.

"Well, uh, shit, I don't know. He's funny sometimes, and forthright. He really likes to explain why he's doing whatever it is to the house."

"Like either of us really gives a shit about that," he said. 

She'd dropped it at that. Later on, they fucked, but she was only fulfilling that morning's implied promise with no real desire. She just laid back, let him caress and kiss her body but she didn't really warm up until those blue eyes crept into her imagination. Concentrating on that vision, she forgot whose mouth was on her breasts, whose teeth nibbled her nipples, whose tongue twirled her clit. Her husband loved using his mouth on her, and that made her horny, but she never came from it. But as she had the night before, she orgasmed with the carpenter in her mind, ass clenching, thrusting against the mouth on her mound, her husband's mouth. 

She was aware then of air, of suddenly not being touched. Breath coming heavily, she opened her eyes, looked at her husband. She knew what he wanted, knew without his next words, knew that he somehow understood what was happening in his wife's mind.

"I want you to suck my cock. To come in your mouth."

She'd never been able to let that happen. She'd taken his cock in her mouth, given him hand jobs until he came on her tits and neck, even let him fuck her ass, but the idea of him coming in her mouth just overwhelmed her.

"No, I can't," she said. "You know that."

"Can't or won't?" her husband said. His voice changed then, became mean. "You'd probably suck that carpenter's cock, let him come where you don't let me."

Her breath caught, just a slight hesitation before she said, "No, no. I couldn't. No."

Faster than she could explain, he became something she'd never seen. 

"Fucking slut." 

He jumped up and straddled her chest, knees on her upper arms, hurting her, but she couldn't cry out because he was pulling her head to his cock, forcing it into her mouth, then he was fucking her mouth, thrusting violently, his cock rasping her throat, filling her nose with his pubic hair, gagging her even before he came. 

A week passed, the door long finished, siding replaced so that the original and the new melded perfectly, and the deck neared completion. The day was hot, and the carpenter stood comfortably in front of the kitchen sink drinking water from a sweating glass tumbler. 

There are events in our lives we can never retreat from, moments of no return we charge through with little thought. Her husband raping her mouth had been one such moment. Hers happened when she overcame the butterflies in her stomach, walked up behind the carpenter and touched his hard shoulder. He'd just set down the water glass on the counter, and he stood stock still. 

What the hell? she thought, sliding her hand down his arm and pressing her T-shirt clad breasts to his back. Nearly as tall as he, she rested her chin at the base of his neck, and kissed his skin. She relished the salt taste of his slight sheen of sweat.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked.

"Yes."

He still hadn't moved, and her arms wrapped his chest, opening his shirt button by button, feeling his taught nipples, then the hard muscles of his belly. Trembling slightly, breathing shallow, her right hand ran over the front of his shorts, reaching for the expected hardness of his cock. 

No disappointment there, she thought.

Pulling him away from the counter and turning him towards her, she kissed his neck, his chest, nibbled his nipples, all the while palming his cock through his shorts. Mouth pressed to his left nipple, feeling its firmness and small, hardening bud against her tongue, she pulled the end of his belt through its loops, pulled it off the buckle's prong and then it was loose. One hand on his back for balance, she fumbled with the button on his pants, pulled hard on corner of the fabric, and the button opened. Not waiting to unzip, her hand slid into his pants, and found his cock, hard and wanting. 

Sinking to her knees, she slid her cheek against his chest and belly hair felt as she moved down. Her hands squeezed his ass, pulling him to her. Now both hands working on his zipper, him leaning against the counter. Zipper open, a tug drops the shorts to the floor.

This, she later felt, was the moment of infidelity, his cock inches from her eyes, hard, the ridge around its head converging in twin curves to the hole from which she'd soon make him come. Taking the base of his cock in her right hand, she moved her mouth toward him, tonguing that ridge she knew would be so sensitive. Rewarded by a slight trembling of his knees, she took the head into her mouth, adjusting the angle of her head so his hardness slid easily inward. For the first time, she melted at that moment when her lips, moist and smooth, engulfed the round head and the salty taste of his lubricating ooze hit her tongue. She wanted to please him, to make him come, to regain control of herself. 

She looked up into his blue eyes for some seconds, moving him in and out slowly. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated. Moving her head up and down, matching the rhythm with that of her hand on his shaft, she enjoyed the feel of him in her mouth, the sweaty, musky smell of him, the occasional coarseness of his pubic hair on her cheek. 

She felt his tension building as he matched her motions with small thrusts. Once or twice he touched her hair, but mainly kept his hands on the counter for balance. When the small moans started, she knew he would come soon, knew because she could feel his hard cock become even harder as he clenched his ass and tried to thrust deeper. His ejaculation was intense, the streams of semen from multiple contractions warm and salty on her tongue. When she felt him relax, she backed of his cock, her lips tight around him all the way to the head, cleaning him off as she freed him.

Take that, you bastard, she thought. 

Two weeks later, she sent the carpenter a photo. She took the photo late in the afternoon as the deck was christened with a tropical theme party. Mai tais and Daquaris, Hawaiian shirts and leys. Lawyers and their wives, a Bose sound system, and not a callous on any hand. 



The Declaration



*****

the ravings of a lunatic. Copyright May 2006 by The H20wader.

As a social studies teacher, I have often wondered about a practical use for the Declaration of Independence. Other than being used as a oft misquoted document. 

So I wrote this. Be damned if I did not like it.

******

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for a Husband to dissolve the martial bands which have connected Him to a Wife and to assume among the free Men, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle Him, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that He should declare the causes which impel Him to the separation

He holds these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, marriages are instituted among Men, deriving the just powers from the consent of the married partners, — That whenever marriage becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the Husband to alter or to abolish the marriage, and to institute a new system of living, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing it in a form, as to Him shall seem most likely to effect His Safety, His Liberty and His Happiness.

Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Marriages long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience has shown that Man is more disposed to suffer, while the evils are sufferable, than to free Himself by abolishing the marriage to which He is accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and misuses, pursuing invariably the same Object, showing clearly a design to reduce Him to absolute Despotism, it is His right, it is His duty, to throw off such a marriage, and to provide new methods for His future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of this Husband; and now it is a necessity for Him to alter this marriage.

The history of the Wife is a history of repeated injuries and humiliations, all having the direct object of the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over the Husband. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

She has refuted his Pleas for boundaries, the most wholesome and necessary for the good of the relationship.

She has forbidden his pleas for rules of conduct of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation untill her Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, she has utterly neglected to make any attention to them.

She has called together her friends at bars, backyards, and places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the Marital Home.

She has dissolved any discussion of the Rules of the House.

She has kept watchers to see that the Husband does not engage in any discourses with the opposite sex.

She has affected to render the financial matters dependent to herself only. 

She has quartered male friends in the Marital Home, without the permission of the Husband.

For protecting these friends, by a mocking of the Husband from seeking any punishment for any damages which these friends should commit on the Contents and the Man of the House.

For suspending the vows of Marriage and declaring herself invested with power to dictate to said Husband in all cases whatsoever.

She has plundered the banking accounts, ravaged the credit cards, procured loans, bought expensive automobiles, and purchased only the most expensive clothing. 

She has excited domestic insurrections against Him, and has endeavored to bring onto the Husband the mercilesss whose known rule of warfare is an undistinguished destruction of all things belonging to the Husband.

She has refused Him the right of sex while providing that right to others. 

She has engaged in sexual acts forbidden by the Vows of Marriage.

She has required Him to witness acts of lesbian wantonness, of threesomes when He was not any of three so engaged.

She has on occasion shown Him pictures of her and several participants engaging in vile and horrendous sexual acts.

She has on numerous occasions referred to His Penis as a wee-wee while laughing.

She has demanded that He act as a server of beverages while She is entertaining Her friends with the body She denies Him. 

In every stage of these Oppressions said Husband has Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: His repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. 

A wife, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the partner of a free man.

Nor has this Husband been wanting in attentions to his wife. He has warned her from time to time of attempts to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over him. He has reminded her of the wedding vows.

She has been deaf to the voice of justice and of cooperation.

He, therefore, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the Court for the righteousness of His intentions, does, solemnly publish and declare, That this long suffering Husband is, and of Right ought to be a Free and Independent Man, that He is Absolved from all Allegiances to the said Wife, and that all familial connections between Him and the woman referred to as Wife, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as a Free and Independent Man, He will have full Power to dress himself, have his own friends, drink beer rather than wine, buy the car of his choosing, vacation in the areas that He wishes, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent Men may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, He pledges His Life, His Fortune and His sacred Honor

*****

i am The H20wader 



The Decline Is Right For Me



I love you. I want to be with you. Why do you not pay attention to me? Well, you did, back when the church was smaller. You would look at me, and say hello, when with your wife by your side. And I shyly smiled, and said hello too perhaps. But I don't remember that. I feel so sad. Maybe it is this sad song by Leona Lewis on the top 20 hits on the itunes radio. I feel like I let you down. I feel I did not become everything you wished for me when you saw me as a young adult in middleschool going to a private highschool. I was bright eyed back then, always looking to the future with great hope and expectation. And now that future is in the present, but not as glamorous as I hoped. Instead, I feel it is as good as I could expect, in fact better. I am not living the high life, of a lot of wealth and respect in business and owning a corporation like I wanted to. I am no vixen or dominatrix like I wanted to be as the boss I expected I'd become by now as some kind of prodigy. 

Instead, you look at me with pity, because you learned that I was psychotic. I thought it meant I was a prophet of some sort. Maybe I should learn the arts of sorcery and magic so that I am a psychotic to be feared, rather than a mere person to be sad for. Maybe psychosis is really the ability to understand the nature of the world that normal common sense is not able to reach. Am I to learn esoteric knowledge? Then, you may not pity me anymore. And then maybe you will want me. I imagine I'd ruin your marriage. You said you'd rather die first than to ruin your church. I don't want you to die, but I am an atheist. And I believe when I die I am not going to heaven, but will become dirt and explode in a black hole someday when Earth is burnt to a crisp by the ever larger sun, and gets sucked into it. And, I don't want my life, or yours because you are not as young as we once were...I don't want our lives to end without getting to know each other intimately. I want to be your friend, but I am afraid that if I got involved in your ministries that it is not going to help me get closer to you, and it will be all for nothing...yes, for nothing because I do not want to get to know other people. I rather dream about you and me, and pay attention to other people that I also want to know instead through online stalking and keeping track of the books they publish and the sermons you give online. Meanwhile, I will stay at home, and wish that someday something will bring us together. Maybe I am going to be an intellectual in my own right, who talks about eroticism in my books with Christian leaders, and you will be one of them in my head, who I play with on paper, and turn into some kind of book. It will be a bestselling Harlequin, unless it is too racy for even them.

Anyway, I don't know what would happen if I got to know you personally. Much the time I look up to you, in fact all the time...but sometimes you say things that catch me off guard that I can't believe you are that way, or thought that. Like, that you wanted to die. It is too sad! Don't die. Don't want to die. What would make you think that way? Is it that my life has become nothing and I have gone to your church from the beginning and so you feel all your work was in vain? Is it because you can't get people to get off of their butts and to do soemthing with their lives, like me? Would it help you if I became something with my life? Would it help if I became somebody so that then you'd have an appropriate excuse to get to know me? What if my role was as an atheist who wrote to destroy your cherished Christianity? What if you harvested within your church a traitor all these years? And yet to me it is giving Christians hope, that if you have reached the pinnacle of it and want yet more, there is something beyond it you can turn to. There are people who have been at the top of the religion and want to destroy themselves, perhaps to see what more there is when one grows numb from a perfect mature christian life.

I want to put my hand upon your face, and to cry with you, when you grow weary. And yet, what is there to cry about really? Nothing. Life is good. Life is much better than many others. And yet there is that, ethereal outsider feeling I get, when I want to know what more is out there, because I feel I can't FEEL. My life is good, and I am safe with my conservative christian parents for now. And yet I am 27, and they are young parents who are barely in their fifties. But when they die, you will probably be dead too. I don't want you to ever die. I am feeling like I am going to cry and die too if you were to die before me. I want to meet you, but I fear ruining the dream of you and me meeting in more favorable circumstances. Even if I were successful, I feel it would not warrant me being able to talk to you. I'd want to have a personal role in your life. Success would be too pompous and too much a part of the happy life. You on the other hand don't seem happy and would not like that I'd think. Sure you want happiness for me, but I don't think you are happy yourself. I think you need a little spice in your life. I think you need a sensual experience and some worldliness in your life. I think you outgrew Christianity. I think you should become part of my christian atheist group. 

In it, I am dangerous to the world because I do not fear being scandalous or risque because I have lived the perfect life before and virtue has it's role but is not everything. I lived in psychotic mental hospitals and houses, and I have ruined my reputation enough by confusing people as to who I am. And you have seen the effects of this lifestyle when I went up on stage one day at your church. But it was all about freedom to me, and getting rid of fears of hell and death, and now of virtue's stagnancy for my life. Having everything I wanted was never enough for me as a young adult, and still was not as I got a little older. Now, I find my joy comes in the form of the worldliness you taught me not to be a part of. I love porn, and laugh at it. I like Harlequin and erotic fiction. I like shows like Archer, and Southpark, and Family Guy. I like to spend my days playing computer games at most when not writing self indulgent pieces in my journal or on online sites, sharing it with others who can become contaminated as well with me. I love books like Flowers of Evil by Charles Baudelaire, an Au Rebours or Against The Grain which tells of the hermit who hates people as barbarians of society. I like The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, and Aloysius Bertrand's fantasies de la nuit or soemthing, being Baudelaire's favorite writer. I like The Catcher in the Rye and Vogue magazine. I love the sudden decline and the decadence, opulence, and magnificence! I like trash wrappers as if they were art that I then tape to my wall next to the Vogue glamour magazine ads I taped up to my wall already. I have my Coach Poppy perfume still that I sprayed on all my books that I am going to send in the mail. The 11 cats in our house are wrecking the place. But I like it. Even the cat pee smell on my bed. And I want to delve into porn when I am through with this. 



The Deconstruction of John



Celine walked in, took off her jacket and looked over to John sitting on the couch watching baseball. He was eating fried rice rather messily, and had not even given her a second look when she walked in. She was so tired. For hours she had just wanted to go home from work and see her man, but this is not what she hoped to see walking through the door. It hurt her that John did not even say "hi", "how are you?", "I love you." He just sat stony gaze lost in the television.

"Did you mail the power bill today?" She cut in.

John looked over with a blank look and answered dispassionately "Oh I forgot, damn. I'll mail it tomorrow, ok?"

"You said that yesterday."

"I'm sorry, hon—really tomorrow, in the mail."

"Yeah." The anger thick in her voice. But John didn't even blink, just sort of twisted his face up for a second and then began watching baseball again.

For two hours Celine had fought to keep a 14 year old boy alive. It was nerve shattering work. When she was done she was overcome with exhaustion but had to drag herself through three more hours. In her heart, all she wanted was for was John to just ask her how she was, to tell him how excruciating her shift was, how she had saved a young man's life.

The entire drive home she worked out the story adding little moments of drama. Ordering the crazed struggle that her and her coworkers were embroiled in. She wanted him to know the profound satisfaction it had brought her and be proud of her. She needed him to spoil her a little, reward her without asking, give her what only he could.

But John just sat, spilling little pieces of Broccoli on the couch with each forkful. Her fatigue was lifted, converted to rage.

"John, go to our room." The words were delivered with low, forceful tones. John peered over his fork with a skeptical look.

"Hon, it's the ninth inning."

Celine narrowed her eyes and straightened her lips. She was not going to repeat herself.

"Ok, ok, ok." John spoke with a nonchalance that made it seem as if he were doing her a favor. He put his bowl down and strolled to their bedroom, not turning the television off. Celine turned the TV off and followed behind.

Celine entered and closed the door behind her. John looked up at her as content as a cow and now—she couldn't believe it—looking a bit annoyed.

"Strip, all of it."

"But ho—"

"Now."

John slid his clothes off and through them into a crumpled little pile at the foot of the bed.

"You didn't ask me about my day."

"I—" Celine slapped the excuse right out of his mouth. She didn't even think before doing it and felt guilty for an instant. But now, seeing John's eyes cast down, something else entirely began to fill her: satisfaction. 

"You didn't mail the power bill." John looked up at her from underneath heavy eyelids, opened his mouth, but caught himself before words exited.

"You're a slob and a pig. Did you see the shit you were spilling all over the floor?"

John didn't answer.

"Well did you?"

"I-I'm sorry, dear, I won't..."

"Just shut up. I'm fed up with bullshit. You think you can just talk your way out of everything. You say you want me to be your Dom, but you show me no respect—really, I blame myself. I've let you become this. I've indulged you."

Satisfaction. Strength. Lust.

"Lie on your back." John rolled to his side of the bed and laid stiffly on his back.

"Move to the center of the bed, and close your damn eyes."

He wriggled over, clearly still not taking her seriously.

"Your eyes, close your eyes!" John's vision left him just before the burn of another slap ignited his cheek.

John's eyes closed, Celine relaxed, sunk her shoulders, slouched; she looked down on John's naked body rigidly laying at the center of their bed. She loved him so much. He looked so helpless, she thought for a second of letting him off the hook. Kissing his eyelids and caressing his downy chest. Her passion and love grew for him every day. But something she has never felt before was growing in her and it wasn't soon to be stopped.

Slapping him felt good. Right. The moment after her first blow had landed on him, the second his eyes were cast down and she still was a little unsure of her action, she saw an expression on John's face she couldn't quite describe but struck her as unusual and beautiful. It wasn't respect but, maybe, fear.

Celine peeled her sweaty work clothes off her body and threw on a robe.

"Open your eyes."

John looked sheepishly at Celine. She walked over to the closet and pulled from it four lengths of rope that had been buried by disuse. She circled the edges of the bed and tied John's hands to each bedpost. She then walked back to the closet and removed a blindfold, which she tied snugly around John's head.

Celine picked out a black leather corset that she rarely wore from the closet, very high heeled boots she usually detested and a pair of fishnet stockings. She then left the room silently. 

Walking to the bathroom Celine hung her robe on a hook and placed the clothes on the towel dresser then walked into the shower. Bending down to crank the hot she noticed for the first time that her vulva was dripping wet. Had punishing John really been so exciting for her?

Exiting the shower Celine toweled off her body. She had shaved her legs and thinking how it bothered her that John had asked for her to grow out her pubic hair, had shaved that clean to. It was her goddamn body. 

Dry, she slid her clothes on, stepped into the heels and sprayed a little of her favorite perfume over her neck and thighs. Looking up from her boots she caught herself in the mirror, and thought 'goddamn, I'm hot.' 

John lay bound, in silent confusion. He heard Celine enter the room.

"So you want to be my slave, huh honey? You want to be my slave on your terms. Isn't that right? Well honey, since you want to be my slave, tonight I'm going to break you. I'm going to break you like every mistress must break the pathetic sense of free-will you little men have. I'm going to shatter and put you back together. You want to know submission? Well, John, allow me to show you."

Rounding the bed Celine untied the ropes from the bedposts.

"Get on your hands and knees."

John scrambled to his feet and then sunk to his knees.

Celine removed her whip from the closet.

"Do you know what happened to me at work today?"

John didn't answer.

"I asked you a question." And on that period she brought a cruel blow down across John's behind.

"No."

"No? No?"

Another blow greeted John's insolence.

"No, Celine, I don't know what happened to you at work today."

"Well John I busted my ass for two hours straight saving a boys life. But you didn't ask me about that, did you?"

Before an answer could slip from his lips, another hard blow fell across his butt, the whip ends grazing his balls.

"No, no Celine."

"No more Celine, you haven't the right to call me that anymore. Call me mistress, slave."

"Yes mistress." 

"I told you to mail that power bill, but you didn't, did you?"

"No—"

Another blow landed on his backside.

"Shut up." With that she let loose. Blow after blow. John cringed, his head swimming in disbelief. John bit his lip and assumed it would end soon, Celine had never unleashed such punishment on him. But tonight he would not get off so easy, and past every point that John expected her to stop the blows continued to rain. In his mind his will strained and then broke, no longer did he even wonder when the punishment would end, his heart slid irretrievably into Celine's possession, and without words he understood that to question her will was useless. His punishment would end when she decided it would. 

Celine no longer considered the pain she wrought on her love. Each blow solidified her permanent dominance over John. She could feel her wetness running down to her upper thighs. The excitement had stirred her into a frenzy and she almost couldn't stop, but eventually grew bored and tired of striking him.

"Slave?"

"Yes Mistress?" Johns words starting almost before Celine could finish.

"Oh, how good and obedient you sound. How cute you are, like a little girl, with a little pink bottom. It does look sexy, all pink—sexy little butt."

Celine walked up beside the bed and looked at John from the front. His penis was dripping precum.

"Oh would you look at that," Celine said, fiercely grabbing hold of John's swollen cock. "Look how wet the little girl is, like a little slut that wants to be fucked—is that so, are you a little slut that wants to be fucked?"

"Yes mistress."

"Of course you are. You don't have to tell me, slut."

Celine walked to the closet and grabbed her feeldoe. She inserted it into herself and turned the vibrator on the base to a low purr. 

"Get on your back."

John rolled over, wincing for a second as his scalded cheeks touched the sheets. Celine climbed on top of the bed and kneeled at his side.

"You like my big cock?"

"Yes mistress."

"So much bigger than your little clit, your wet little clit, slut."

"Yes mistress."

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you, fuck your little slut brains out?" Celine began to move around John's body rubbing her cock on his arms and chest. She moved up and onto his face, trailing its head over his cheeks and over his lips.

"Spread your legs. Show me that tight little ass of yours."

John complied moving his thighs apart. Celine slid her body over his and positioned herself between his thighs. She pulled his thighs up and over her shoulders exposing John in a most indecent way. Positioning the bottle of lube at his anus she squeezed into him a healthy amount. 

"Is the little girl ready to be fucked?" But before John could answer Celine savagely buried her entire cock into his ass. John let out high pitched sigh that quickly became a ragged moan as Celine began to thrust herself feverishly into John's ass. Never had John been fucked with such force or desire. Celine took hold of John's hips and began to work up to a hard determined rhythm. Soon the room was filled with the percussion of Celine's hips slapping against John's upturned ass, and their moans; John soft, high-pitched, Celine low, husky. The feeldoe was pushing Celine to a massive orgasm and as the pleasure buzzing in her vagina began to spread to her toes and up her spine her thrusts became harder, more emphatic. The whole bed squeaked beneath her violence and John gave her eyes that looked more in love than she had ever known. His voice stuck in the soft mantra "fuck me, fuck me."

"Aaaahhh!" Celine shouted as her orgasm overwhelmed her and her body collapsed on John's. His arms sprang from his sides and swallowed her spent body lovingly. Celine rested for a moment in John's embrace, but soon began to feel a great horniness build again in her.

"I'm not done with you slut," she said kind of softly, pulling her body off of John's. She removed the feeldoe and in an instant was once again kneeling over John's body, this time with her butt resting on his face.

"Worship my ass, slut, tell me how much you love it, how you worship me."

"Oh, I worship you, mistress, you are my love and my life, and I worship your perfect ass. I love your big perfect ass, mistress." And with these words spoken, he began to feverishly plant kisses all over Celine's grand butt.

"Yes, that's right, kiss it, kiss it slut." John planted kisses all over both cheeks, relishing being beneath his beloved mistress, working in circles slowly creeping further towards the middle of her cheeks, to her sopping wet vulva.

"Oh, so slut you want to taste me do you? You wanta taste my cunt?"

John's mouth opened for a reply but instead he was treated to mouth full of labia. Celine was now fully relaxed supporting her weight on John's face and rubbing her vulva up and down John's lips and chin. He desperately attempted to keep pace with her, guiding his tongue towards her swollen clitoris, but, again, Celine was overwhelmed with passion and could not help but grind her wet mound on John's face. She was literally fucking his face. Finally John caught the rhythm and the two began a sensuous dance that made Celine come over and over. John's tongue working in a perfect counter-rhythm to Celine's furious humping. Gliding up and over, in little figure eights, long loving strokes, and short wanting pokes, over her inner labia and on and around her swollen clitoris. Celine orgasmed and orgasmed, losing count as the shear bliss began to erase all thought from her head. Finally, spent, she lowered her upper body down to John's legs and ceased moving entirely. John, lost in an orgasm of his soul, having leaked great loads of cum throughout, relaxed beneath the glory of Celine's behind and began to nod off. 

He knew that from now on he belonged to his Mistress, Celine Adams, and that under her strict rule he would finally be fulfilled. Celine now understood the erotic passion of being a real Dom, the joy of making the man you love worship you and couldn't wait until she could next have John submit to her. As sleep began to fill her brain visions of how she would break him next began to fill her head, and his as well. Nothing would ever be the same between Celine and John, and both couldn't be happier.



The Decorator Caught Me At It



There he was looking surprised, standing over all hot and flustered. I couldn't help but be mesmerised by his muscles that were well defined under his tight black tank top. They were bulging, looking ever so sexy, strong and sweaty. He smirked at me, looking surprised but was definitely turned on. We stared into each other's eyes, deeply, transfixed with each other. I smiled and moaned softly, and cheekily. 

"Umm, that was nice," he giggled and pouted his lips as if to agree. 

I could see his cock was erect and throbbing my way for attention. 

He slowly walked up to me, tilting his head and I stood up all weak at the knees. Was it getting hot in here? It sure felt like it. The sexual tension was obvious and about to build up. I could feel the heat between us. I moved my face up close to his, touching the tip of my nose to his and gazed into his piercing eyes. I could see passion and desire in his gaze. I combed my fingers through his hair and pushed his lips onto mine. Softly and sensually, I nibbled his bottom lip. His tongue slid against my tongue, tasting divine. I quickly lifted his top off and threw it onto the floor. I crouched down and glided my fingers up his abs while moving my lips towards his nipple only to surprisingly see a shiny silver ring that hung off his erect nipple. I fixed my eyes to his and started to flick his nipple ring with the tip of my tongue, teasing and sucking.

He placed his hands flat on my head and pushed my head down. My mouth met with his wet juicy cock. His cock was hard, smooth and throbbing violently, twitching. I stared up into his eyes while licking the tip of his cock, moaning and whining as if I were a child enjoying my tasty lollipop. 

"Yummmy," I mumbled. "Tastes so good." 

"Yeah baby, that's it," he said in agreement.

I held his cock gently while I softly licked down the shaft of his cock. 

"Umm, nice," I muttered. 

"Oh yeah, umm," he'd agreed mumbling under his voice. 

I grabbed his ass cheeks, giving them a little squeeze, which felt so smooth and so firm, squeezing so tightly, almost tucking my fingers in the crack of his ass. I pushed his cock deep in my throat, sucking hard, moving my tongue almost in circles with every thrust. 

"Fuck yeah, oh God yeah."

I clenched his ass with every thrust, sucking faster and faster, while rubbing his shaft with my forefinger and thumb. He held my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. I was almost gagging with his cock sliding deeper down my throat. I flicked his cherry with the tip of my tongue, engulfed in my mouth, twisting my mouth sideways, up and down over his cherry. I then began to massage the rim of his asshole, using his sweat as lubrication. Gently I prodded his asshole in unison of every suck of his cock. I could feel his asshole pulsating against my finger. 

"Jesus, fuck, oh yeah," he moaned. 

I don't think he's had his asshole fingered before. He looked shocked but I know he wanted more. I then pushed my finger inside the rim of his ass, sliding my finger gently in and out. His cock moving faster in and out my mouth to heighten his pleasure. 

"Oh God, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," 

His cock was pounding in my throat now, and was thrusting faster and faster. I grabbed my pussy with my spare hand and rubbed my clit in circles. I was very wet and very turned on by his moaning and groaning. His shrivelled face from excitement was going to make me cum for sure. I became very aroused and was close to cummin'. 

My legs became weak again and started shaking. He could feel the vibrations of my moaning on his cock. We both were being pleasured immensely. 

"I'm cumin, fuck!" he shouted. 

I started groaning loud. 

"Yeah, yeah!" he shouted raising the tone. 

His cock did its last thrust, deep in my throat, my finger still prodding his asshole and my other hand being drenched in pussy juice. 

"Fuck, I'm cumin." 

He shot his cum down my throat and I cum, all dripping down my ass. 

"Fuck yeah, oh my God, that's fucking great!"



The Decorators



The two guys she'd hired in to decorate were more than they seemed. Unbeknown to her, when she hadn't been around, they'd had great fun messing around in her knicker draw where they'd also come across her toys. They had ventured into her daughter's room as well, and were equally delighted with what they had found.

She was a good-looking MILF, mid thirties with a curvy body, about 5ft 1in short brown hair and very cute face. She'd had her daughter very early and the two of them could pass for sisters. The daughter had just turned 18 and still had those girlish looks, which meant she had to show proof of age wherever she went. She had inherited her mum's good looks although her hair was longer and her breasts a little smaller. Her legs were long and slim making her appear more willowy, but she still wasn't more than 5ft 6in.

There was a hubby somewhere in the equation, but he was away working overseas, and posed no threat to the two guys' plans. They had decided that tomorrow wouldn't be passed decorating!

They arrived early, and found the two women eating breakfast. Mum, let's call her Emma, hadn't fully dressed yet and was wearing her dressing gown. Daughter, who we'll call Janet, was ready for college, and was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. The two guys, Billy and Ed, came in and as they had planned quietly locked the front door and disconnected the phone. They were intent on having a day they would never forget. 

Their first move was to go into the kitchen where the two were eating. Without warning, they grabbed one each and bundled them into the living room where the curtains were still drawn. They roughed the two women up until they had no option but to surrender their will to the two men.

"What do you want?" sobbed Emma.

"We just want some fun," leered Ed, "some good old fashioned dirty fun."

"Please don't hurt my girl," begged Emma, "do what you want with me, but please leave her alone."

"Oh yeah, right," laughed Billy. 

"OK, girls, this is how it's gonna happen. You will do as you're told, when you're told. If you don't, we'll punish the other one. So lady, if you want to keep your girl from a lot of pain, do as you're told. And you, young lady, if you don't want to see your Mum hurt, do as you are told. Do we understand?"

Emma nodded her make up running down her face with the tears.

Janet just stared, like a rabbit in the headlights. Ed grabbed her mother's hair and yanked. She yelled in pain. "Do you understand?" he asked again.

"Yes, yes," replied Janet through a mist of tears and sobs.

"Now we're getting somewhere," laughed Ed. "Let's begin the party! Who shall we get naked first, Billy?" he asked.

Billy looked the two women up and down. "Well I think we should get Mum stripped off first, then we can all three watch her girl."

"Sounds good to me, mate." Turning to Emma, he stood her right in front of the sofa, and sat down with Janet in the middle of them. "Right then girl, I want you to strip down to your bra and panties and remember, any hesitation and sweet cheeks here will suffer," he said, running the back of his hand up Janet's face.

In fact, bra and panties were all that Emma was wearing under her dressing gown, but it was still with a shiver of loathing and disgust that she pulled open the cord and let the robe slip to the floor. She stood there under the burning gaze of the two men and tried to fold her arms in front of her.

"When you stand in front of us, put your arms behind your head and spread your legs wide. That goes for both of you," he added. Emma did his bidding.

"She looks really hot, doesn't she mate," remarked Billy. 

"She sure does," replied Ed. 

"Turn round and let's see your ass," ordered Billy.

Emma complied. While the guys were leering at her, they were enjoying rubbing their hands up and down Janet's legs and arms, playing with her hair and generally toying with her. 

Emma had put on a black bra and panties that morning and was beginning to wish she had worn something less sexy. "I want to see some tit," said Ed, "get your bra off woman and give it to me."

She reached behind her in that uniquely female movement and unhooked her bra straps, letting her breasts free. They were quite large, but had not drooped. When she came forward to give him her bra, they swayed slightly with each step. Her nipples were dark and long, just wanting to be toyed with.

A slight moan escaped both men's lips as she stood less than a pace away from the two of them. Ed held her bra to his face and inhaled, smelling her perfume. They just stared at her naked breasts until Ed held her bra over Janet's chest and cracked "You're going to have to grow a bit girl to fit this aren't you?" and laughed at his own joke. He looked at the size in the bra. "36d. That's good. What size are you, girl?" he asked Janet.

"Keeping her eyes lowered, she whispered "34b."

"We'll see," said Ed. "Time for Mum to get naked. Have you ever seen your Mum naked?" 

"No, never," she replied.

"Well let's start making up for lost time; Get naked woman," he ordered.

Billy started to move to the edge of his seat as if the extra few inches would improve his view. Ed had his arm around Janet and was toying with her hair, his gaze fixed firmly on Emma.

Not wanting to bring down any retribution on her girl, Emma hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down. She stepped out of them and stood there, naked. 

"Give me them then," said Ed, "and then stand here, legs apart so we all get a good look at your pussy."

She was standing a matter of inches from the sofa where the two men and her daughter were sat. 

"Open it wide," demanded Billy. 

"I want to see your clit," said Ed.

Emma placed her hands either side of her pussy and spread herself apart. She pulled up slightly so her clit became visible. Her pussy was shaved, so everything was easily in sight.

"Look at your Mum," Ed told Janet. Doesn't she do 'slut' well?"

"Turn round and bend over Mum," said Billy. "Then spread those lips again."

As she bent, her pussy and ass hole became visible. Her breasts hung down as she reached up through her legs to open herself up for their gaze again.

"Are we gonna have some fun with that!" exclaimed Ed.

"Yeah," grunted Billy, "but I want to play with this one too."

"Me too, my friend, but I think we should be kinder to Mum. As she's naked all by herself I think we should get naked too before little Janet here strips for us."

The two men quickly stripped, their cocks bouncing up as they dropped their boxers.

"You swap places now girls," said Billy, You come and get comfy here between us while we all watch her strip. I just know I'm going to enjoy this."

The men started to paw at Emma's naked body, toying with her breasts, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her pussy. They made her sit with one of her legs over each of theirs so her pussy was on view. Both of them made her grasp their pricks and start wanking them off.

Janet visibly shook. "Come on girl," urged Ed, "We don't want to hurt your Mum now do we?"

"Yes we do," laughed Billy.

She slowly pulled off her T-shirt to reveal a small white bra. Knowing to refuse would cause her Mum to suffer, she decided to get things over with and undid the waist of her jeans and pulled down the zip. The men stared at her breasts as she leaned forward to step out of her jeans. She was left standing in front of them in just her bra and a small white thong. She tried to avert her gaze as she saw her Mum, legs wide open rubbing a cock in either hand. The two guys were playing with Mum's tits, squeezing her nipples and weighing her breasts, but their gaze never left the young woman.

"Are you a virgin?" asked Ed.

When the answer came too slowly, he grasped one of Emma's nipples and twisted until she shrieked.

"Yes, Yes I am," she cried. "Please don't hurt her.

"Has a man ever seen you naked?" he continued when Emma's yells subsided.

"No," Janet shook her head and her ponytail bounced.

"Looks like we're the lucky two then," he smiled back at her. "Bra off now please."

Tears flowed again as Janet struggled with her sense of modesty on the one hand and her wish for her Mum not to be hurt on the other. Sensing the hesitation, Ed started to pinch the inside of Emma's thigh, but seeing this; Janet reached behind her, undid her bra and let it fall off. Her smaller, pert breasts moved with each breath she took, and her nipples became erect despite her predicament. Her body was lithe and slim, without blemish. The two men had, by this time, almost started to ignore Emma, and were staring fixedly at the young woman.

Breaking the moment, Billy groaned softly. "Fucking hell!" he exclaimed.

"Fuck 'em both!" laughed Ed, almost drooling.

"You done well there, woman," he added, "I bet you never knew how hot your girl is, did you?"

Emma shook her head wishing there was something she could do to rescue Janet from this awful situation, but trapped between the two men, there was little she could do.

"Time to see it all, girl. Drop your knickers as far as your knees and then come here right in front of us."

With shaky hands, the young woman slipped her panties down to her knees and took the two or three short steps that bought her right in front of the two men and her naked mother. 

"Now give them to Billy," ordered Ed.

She complied, and Billy immediately sniffed them, inhaling her scent. He pushed them into Emma's face, enjoying her struggles as she tried to turn her head away.

"Smells good, doesn't she?" he asked Emma. Right in front of her face he licked the crotch of her panties and laughed. "Tastes good as well!"

Ed, meanwhile, had been enjoying the sight of a naked Janet. 

"Open up that sweet pussy for us, girl, just like your Mum did."

Janet's pussy was like a ripe peach. Her pubes were trimmed short, and her lips were easily seen. As she opened herself up, the pinkness of her vagina and clitty became visible. The two men's cocks stiffened and grew even harder as they looked at her. They enjoyed her little clit just poking out from under her hood and the entrance to her vagina was protected either side by two small lips which had opened to show her inner moistness.

"Just like Mum, remember?" said Billy. "Turn round and bend over."

Janet did as she was asked. 

"Legs wider," he said.

As she bent and spread her legs, all came in view. Her little ass needed no pulling apart as the two men and the girl's mother were rewarded with a perfect view of Janet's ass hole and pussy. She reached under her to spread her lips apart for the men's pleasure. 

"I can't wait much longer Ed," said Billy, "I gotta fuck one of them!"

"Me too Billy, I want this sweet thing to suck me dry." 

The sexual violation of the two women began in earnest. Billy pushed Emma off the sofa and pulled her to her knees. Ed pushed Janet down beside her.

"Now Mum," said Ed, show your little girl how to suck cock," and rubbed his dick all round her face until her mouth opened and he roughly entered her mouth.

"Oh yeah! Use your tongue woman. Lick me, lick my balls."

She complied as best she could. When he'd fucked her mouth for a short while, he lifted up Janet's face and asked her: "Did you see that, do you know what to do?"

He pushed his cock into the younger woman's face and she took him into her mouth. The first thing she noticed was the salty taste of his precum. The next was her gag reflex as he pushed the tip of his cock into the back of her throat.

"Hmm... She needs more practice Mum," he laughed.

"So does Mum," said Billy, pushing his shorter, fatter dick into Emma's mouth.

The two of them became lost in their own rush for gratification until Billy told Ed he wanted to swap over, which they did. Shortly after, Billy was the first to cum. He let his first jet go in Janet's mouth and then pulled out, spraying her face, hair and neck with his remaining cum. He held her arms so she could do nothing to rid herself of his mess as strings of cum dripped down her chin and onto her small tits.

Seeing this, Ed shot his load down Emma's throat. He clamped her head to him until he was spent and then wiped himself on her hair as he withdrew. 

"Your daughter needs a clean up," he told Emma, "and then so will we, but she'll take care of that."

Emma was forced to lick all Ed's cum from her daughter and then Janet was made to suck each man clean. When they had both recovered, Ed suggested that they all went upstairs and got more comfortable on Emma's bed. They fetched Janet's underwear from her room and relaxed while the two women were forced to give them a modelling show of all their bras and panties, continually changing right in front of their two attackers. Within a very short space of time, the two guys showed signs of getting stiff again. 

"I think it's time for a little all girl action," said Billy. "Come on Mum; show your girl here what those girls do when there's no guys around. Start with a slow sexy kiss."

The two women were stood at the foot of the bed. Emma took her daughter's face in her hands and kissed her gently. At the men's insistence, they opened their mouths and let their tongues intertwine. Billy got off the bed and forced them into a more passionate embrace. He made them squeeze each others breasts and suck on each others nipples, all the time swapping lewd comments with Ed. The sight of all this began to stiffen their cocks some more, and the women were forced to get dirtier.

"Let's see some pussy action you bitches, " leered Ed. "Come and lie down here girl while your Mommy makes your cunt feel good."

Janet complied and lay down. " Open those sweet legs wide baby and let her do what she will to your pussy," Ed told her, grabbing her firm breasts while he waited for Emma to join them on the bed. Billy slapped Emma's backside telling her to start fingering her daughter's pussy.

"Come on woman, I want to see you make her cum. Play with her little clit." Emma did as she was told and started to finger Janet. She gently eased her lips open to insert one finger inside her, and toyed with her clitty with her other hand. She had to pull her finger out and moisten it with her mouth as Janet was still quite dry inside, but after a short while, she felt her juices start to flow and she felt her girl's body respond to her ministrations despite their dire situation. 

The two guys watched in silence, each masturbating slowly, reaching out and touching both of the women as the mood took them, squeezing a tit, rubbing legs, smearing some precum on a nipple, whatever they wanted to do at the time. After a while, they got the two of them into the 69 position and made them lick each other's pussies and asses until, despite herself, Janet let out a sharp cry and reached her orgasm. Emma got off her and turned to see a red glow spread over Janet's chest and neck.

"Hey! You made her cum!" exclaimed Ed. "I was going to do that, bitch. Guess I'm going to have to get her all worked up again."

"What about Mummy? When does she get to cum?" asked Billy.

"Oh, any time now I should think," replied Ed, "soon as little Janet gets through licking her clit."

He made Janet kneel down and pulled Emma so that she was squatting over her, holding her cunt wide open. "Now then girl, put two of those dainty little fingers right inside that pussy and work 'em right in and out while you use that pretty little tongue of yours to tickle her clitty."

When Janet hesitated, Ed pulled one of Emma's nipples so hard she screamed. 

"Do it now," he hissed, starting to pull the other and Janet obeyed him to prevent her mother suffering further.

The two guys amused themselves with Emma whilst her daughter did her best to make her cum. They toyed with her tits, rubbed their now stiff again cocks up the crack of her arse, sucked at her neck leaving big hickies. Billy made her suck his fingers and then started to probe her ass. After what seemed an age, they saw the older woman's legs start to shake and her breathing quickened until she came to many lewd and dirty comments from the two guys.

Ed pulled Janet to her feet and kissed her, sticking his tongue inside her mouth. "Man your Momma tastes good," he laughed as he pulled away. 

" I reckon it's time Janet here wasn't a virgin anymore, Ed," said Billy. "I want to fuck her right now."

"OK mate, but I want her Mum to get a ringside view."

Ed arranged the two with Emma lying on her back with Janet kneeling over her, doggy style, so she had no choice but to see Billy's cock enter her daughter. He even made her hold her pussy lips open for him and lick his balls while he took her virginity. It didn't take him very long to cum and when he had finished, Emma was forced to suck Janet's pussy clean. The two women started to get up when Ed stopped them.

"She's still got one hole left we haven't used yet. You get her little ass hole nice and wet for me then get right back where you where." The two of them watched as Emma licked at Janet's ass and laughed cruelly as Janet began to sob in fear of what was to come. She didn't have too long to wait as Ed knelt over Emma's face and spread Janet's cheeks to spear himself into her back passage. The young woman screamed as he started to thrust back and forth until her ring stretched to accommodate him. His balls slapped Emma's face as he pushed in and out and when he felt his orgasm rising, he pulled out and forced himself into Emma's mouth where he shot another big load.

"Swallow, bitch. I hope her ass tastes as good as it felt."

As the two men lay back on the bed, recovering, the two women hugged each other, trying to give each other some crumb of comfort. 

"I reckon a woman should be able to cook as well as she fucks," said Ed. "I think we need something to keep us going Billy, don't you?"

"Dead right, mate," he replied, and the two men grabbed the women and pushed them down stairs to the kitchen.

Part Two

In the kitchen, the two women were forced to provide a meal for the two men. Billy and Ed sat at the table passing crude comments about the two girls and groping them when they bought the food to the table. When they were sated, the two girls cleared up and stood under the leering gaze of their assailants.

"I think they need a bit of a clean up," said Ed, pointing out the crusty flecks of cum that had hardened on their bodies while he slowly played with his cock, "and you must need a piss by now, I know I do."

The two men pushed and dragged Emma and Janet to the bathroom and made them kneel in the bath. With the two girls facing him, Ed let loose a strong stream of piss that fell over both girls' faces and ran down their bodies. Spurred on by the sight, Billy forced Janet's mouth open and used her as a urinal while all Emma could do was stay there and watch. Then they sat n the edge of the bath while first Janet and then her mother were forced to piss standing up with their pussies held wide open.

"Shower the bitches down now Billy," laughed Ed, "with water this time!" Janet was made to stand first and take her shower under the constant gaze of both men. She was made to soap and rinse, shampoo and condition her hair and then attend in detail to her pussy and ass. "You get out now and let Mum get good and clean for us," ordered Ed, pawing at Janet's sylph like young body as she stepped out. 

As Emma showered, Billy 'helped' her by soaping up her tits and ass and then between her legs. "Ed, Mum's getting a bit stubbly here mate, I think she needs a shave." 

"Great idea, they can do each other," replied Ed, "come here bitch and shave your Mum till she's as smooth as the skin on my cock." Emma was made to sit on the edge of the bath, legs wide open as Janet was forced to soap her and shave every inch of her mother from her bikini line down. When that was done, she was made to stand and bend over, Ed and Billy holding her ass cheeks wide apart so her daughter could do her ass hole and all those other little crevices. When she was done, the two guys checked her work with their fingers rubbing and probing, seeking out any stray wisps. 




The Decorators



"Feels good to me," said Billy, his fingers still fiddling with Emma's pussy lips. "Your turn now pretty one," he looked between Janet's thighs, "you've got a bit more of a bush than your Mum, but it will come off just the same."

Emma cringed with the embarrassing thought of touching her girl so intimately while these two brutes watched closely. Ed pinched a few curls of pubic hair and started to pull hard enough to make Janet gasp. "You'd better make a start woman, or I'll pluck 'em out one by one"

Having no choice, Emma soaped her daughter's pussy and started to shave off her pubes while the two men held her legs open and pulled her pussy lips this way and that to enable her to shave her completely. Just as before, they made Janet stand and bend over while they held her cute little ass cheeks apart so the Emma could shave her completely. In order to finally check the two women's work, both of them were bent over the bath and ordered to pull their asses apart whilst Billy and Ed worked their fingers and tongues into every nook and cranny. Ed took his time, pushing his longer tongue into both girls' ass holes and rimming them well.

"Now these bitches are smelling sweet, I think we should be cleaned up too," he said, climbing into the bath. "You can do my back," he told Emma, "while sweet cheeks here does the front." Both women started to soap him down, and he luxuriated in their ministrations. "You make sure my cock, balls and ass are squeaky clean," he told them both. Janet started to rub his stiff cock with soapy hands, whilst Emma's fingers probed his anus. After a while, he let them rinse him off and then said, "Only one way to check you didn't leave any soap behind girls, and that's with your mouths. Mum here can suck my ass and give me a good rimming while you, little miss, can check out my cock and balls."

The two women knelt in the bath as he stood between them. Fearful for her daughter's safety, Emma started to kiss and caress his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to get to his sphincter. She overcame her revulsion and started to lick round his arse hole. Janet, in the meantime, had begun to suck on his cock and then lick round his balls. He looked down at the pretty young woman and began to wank himself off in front of her face, rubbing the sticky tip of his cock over her lips and across her face while her mother continued to add to his pleasure from behind. 

Prolonging his enjoyment as long as he could, when he felt near to coming he got Emma to come round to the front and made the two girls kiss with his cock sliding between their wet lips and tongues. His cum shot into both of their mouths and he made them swap it back and forth until they both had swallowed their fair share. Billy took his place in an instant, this time making Janet lick him behind whilst Emma took care of his cock. When he could take no more, he pulled Janet round in front of him and gave Emma a close up view of him cumming in her daughters sweet mouth before he made Janet spit his load into Emma's mouth for her to swallow. When he was done, Ed showered the two down again and the two men ogled them drying off before dragging them back to the bedroom by their hair. Ed disappeared downstairs to fetch his bag which was full of tricks.

Whilst the two men reclined on the bed, the two women were made to stand in front of each other, legs wide apart, hands behind their heads. Billy logged on to a web cam channel on the computer in the corner of the room and plugged in his camera. It seemed like everyone logged on was soon viewing the two girls and the men as they were forced to comply with every direction that came their way. The two men also began filming them as a little souvenir of their day together. They sucked and fucked in just about every combination possible. They got a great response from the watching voyeurs as Ed pulled out of Emma's ass and made her wank him into Janet's open mouth whilst Billy was fucking her from behind until he unloaded all over Emma's tits for Janet to lick up. Ed produced a large vibrator from his bag and the two guys filmed the women putting on a lengthy all girl show for them and the watchers which ended when the batteries in the vibrator started to run down while Janet was pushing it in and out of her mother's cunt. Billy roughly yanked it out and made her finish her off with her tongue. Ed got a big laugh out of giving out the women's telephone number to the eager voyeurs and then got them to talk to the perverts who started to phone up almost immediately, listening in on the speaker phone to all the dirty and perverted comments they received.

Tiring of this diversion, Ed pulled out some clothes pegs from his bag of tricks and started to use them on Janet while Billy forced Emma to watch. Ed started by rolling Janet's sweet little pink nipples between his fingers and then bent his head to suck them to full arousal. Stretching one out, he snapped a peg shut over it. As Janet felt a sharp pain from her mistreated tit, tears flowed anew from her pretty face. Ed stood before her and lewdly licked her tears from her face as they fell. He quickly stretched her other nipple out and pegged it.

"Keep your legs open wide now, bitch," he told her, roughly pushing her thighs apart and to emphasise his command, he pinched a fold of flesh from her inner thigh and snapped a peg on it producing a squeal from the young woman which both men enjoyed.

"Give her loads," urged Billy while he roughly squeezed Emma's more ample tits, and Ed did his bidding. He managed to get three pegs on each of Janet's little lips by pulling them taut and then put a few more randomly along her inner thighs. Her young body quivered each time a new peg went on until Ed capped his painful work by licking on her clit and sucking it until it stood proud enough to take a peg. When he was done, he started to flick the pegs on her nipples, each touch making a gasp of pain escape from Janet's lips. He even made her stick her tongue out and pegged her there. Running his hand across the pegs on her pussy made her sob with pain, a fact that Ed enjoyed several times.

Leaving her stood there, Ed told Billy it was time he set about Emma. Billy started to look through the bag whilst Ed pulled her to her feet and stood her opposite her daughter, using the brief lull in proceedings to fondle her tits and rub his semi- hard cock up and down her pussy lips while occasionally flicking one or more of the pegs hanging from Janet's pussy lips. Billy soon joined them with a big grin on his face that truly scared Emma.

Billy had Emma unclip the pegs from Janet's nipples first. As the springs released, her blood rushed back to the deadened flesh bringing fresh pain with it. Billy grabbed her nipples hard and pulled and twisted until she screamed out. He had Emma kneel down between Janet's legs and release the pegs lining her pussy lips. When they were all off, he pulled at her lips making her wriggle with hurt. He stood the two of them side by side and ran his hands over their abused bodies before fingering each of them at the same time.

" Your little girl's cunt feels real good Mum," he leered in Emma's face. "Don't worry sweetie," he said into Janet's ear, I've got my other hand in Mummy's cunt too." He stood there fingering them both for a while, and as he pulled his fingers out, he got the other to lick them clean. 

The first toy he used on Janet was a kind of butt plug. It differed to others by the two strong elastic cords attached to the narrow waist of the plug, each ending in a small but well sprung clip. He got Emma to push the plug into Janet's ass hole, leaving just the base protruding. Then, kneeling in front of her, he got Emma to pull Janet's pussy lips wide open and he pulled the clips around from her ass and attached them to those bruised flaps of skin, instantly pulling them wide, leaving her cunt held open. He next had Emma suck on Janet's clit and when it started to stick out from under its little pink hood, he pushed his stiffening cock between Emma's lips and Janet's clit and had Emma lick the both of them at once. 

Ed came off the bed to admire Billy's work. While Billy dragged Emma to the bed to spread eagle her, he sat on the floor and had Janet walk towards him, all the time staring at her pussy, held wide open by her clips. When she was nearly standing over him, he stopped her and ran his hands up her smooth, lean legs and just when she thought he was going to put his fingers inside her, he pinched her clit making her scream out and him laugh.

Billy, meantime, had tied Emma to each leg of the bed. He started amusing himself by lighting a candle and letting the hot wax drop onto her body. He let out a satisfied yell each time he scored a direct hit on one of her nipples and then moved down her body to drip some on her clit hood and then he got Ed to hold her cunt open while he let a hot stream pour inside her. Emma was sobbing with the pain by now and the two men lay down beside her at each side and licked the tears from her face. They had Janet pick the now solidified wax out of Emma's vagina and then tied her over her mother so that her mouth was as close to Emma's pussy as possible. 

Ed started by rubbing his cock all over Janet's face, pushing it into her mouth as he stiffened. When he was stiff enough he just rammed himself into Emma's cunt and fucked her. After a short while, he pulled out and shoved himself into Janet's mouth, making her nearly sick as he hit the back of her throat. After the day's excesses, he was able to keep alternating between mouth and pussy for what seemed like hours until he suddenly pulled out of Emma's cunt and hit Janet in the face with his spunk. It stung as it went in her eyes and started to feel cold and sticky as it slid down her cheek onto her neck.

At the other end, Emma was forced again to look straight into her daughter's pussy while Billy fiddled with Janet's cunt, still held wide open by the clips running around her from the butt plug. He forced a pillow under her head so her mouth was practically touching her girl's cunt and pushed his cock inside Janet having Emma lick his shaft as he ploughed in and out. He too let go of his cum right on Emma's face, just on her forehead, and wached as it slid either side of her nose, over her lips and off her chin.

As a parting gesture, the two men each stuffed a vibrator in both girls pussies and turned them on full before firmly sticking them in place with duct tape. For good measure, Ed found a very long, thin candle and getting Billy to spread her ass cheeks, inserted it deep into Janet's back passage and lit it. Laughing at the site, Billy said he was going to put it out and pissed over Janet's ass, watching as his stream ran off her rounded cheeks, over her pussy and onto Emma's face. Feeling the urge himself, Ed emptied his bladder over Janet's face, watching it flow down over Emma's cunt.

They fetched their overalls from downstairs and, making sure the two women were securely tied together with rope and tape, had one last leering look and left.

"Any time you need some more decorating done," shouted Billy laughing as he went.

"Our bill will be in the post," added Ed, sniggering.

They climbed into their white van and drove off. "Where next mate?" asked Billy.

Ed stuck a pin in the map as he drove. "Right there!"



The Decoy



Preparation. 

He explained carefully. The movement was looking for a volunteer. He knew he had to sell this concept; it was a lot to ask of any woman.

He had gathered the prettiest women available. Now if only one of them would agree to take the risk. 

"As I have explained, we need to smuggle these people across the border. The authorities are after them for subversive activities. Now the plan is that we need a volunteer to distract the border authorities. The smallest and easiest border has been selected so that the all the men on duty will be amenable to leaving me alone on duty. Once we have achieved that, we will smuggle the couple through the gate." He paused and took a deep breath. 

"Okay, now the reason I am here is to find that volunteer. I need a pretty woman to distract the men." He proceeded to explain how the volunteer would be used to achieve their purpose. He spoke slowly and with feeling. When he had finished his presentation, he waited a minute for the full import to sink into their minds. Then he spoke once more.

"Here is my cell phone number. I don't expect any of you to volunteer right now. Call me tomorrow and we can iron out the details." The meeting broke up and a very quiet and thoughtful group of women wended their way out. 

Stewart wasn't convinced that even one would call, much less offer him a number of alternatives to sort through. So he was amazed during the course of the day to receive four calls. He visited each of them before making his choice.

Cindy was a 26-year-old married woman, and she seemed very mature and cool under pressure. Also there was a feeling of suppressed excitement in her. She was a beautiful young lady and Stewart thought she was perfect for the part. She had shoulder length, shiny hair that framed her pretty face perfectly. Her figure was as near perfect as it was possible to be. She spoke well and obviously had a quick, intelligent brain.

They went over and over the plan, until it was second nature to them both. 

"You do realise the possible consequences if I am delayed in any way? It will be tough enough for you if I can pull it off in the time allocated, but if I am delayed, things will get a lot hotter for you!"

"I am prepared to take that risk." Her poise amazed him. And he believed her.

"Fine. Then we go ahead tomorrow."

Application.

The couple were concealed in the trunk of the car. The idea was not to make any attempt to cross the border with the car. It would stop short of the border post.

Stewart, in his colonel's uniform, pulled over just short of the guardhouse. He climbed out, straightened his uniform, and opened the passenger door. He took Cindy by the arm and pulled her out of the car. The guards were looking at him, and they were amazed by her beauty and by the fact that her arms were handcuffed behind her.

As he approached they were quick to salute when they saw his ostensible rank.

"Sergeant," he addressed the ranking man. "I want you and your me to do me a service. This young lady I suspect of being a counter-revolutionist. I want you and your me to take her into the barracks and interrogate her." The men stared at him open-mouthed. They could hardly credit what they were hearing. And then he spoke again and they thought they had died and entered paradise.

"Use any and all means to get her to confess and provide information. Only do not hurt or harm her. There are to be no major bruises or any other injury!" He smiled at them. "Of course, little bruises on her more tender areas, well…" He smiled again, more broadly this time. "Search her well for hidden weapons or anything else she might be carrying anywhere on or in her person!" He looked at them carefully. "Do you understand? Can I trust you with this? I will watch your post while you are busy!"

"Yes, sir, colonel! You can rest assured we will interrogate her well and search her very, very carefully!" He stepped forward and grabbed Cindy's arm. She was dressed in a simple dress with buttons down the front. Stewart tossed him the handcuff keys.

The sergeant detailed one of his six men to assist Stewart. The colonel waved him away.

"No, no; you go and help the sergeant!" Gratefully the man followed the others as they followed the sergeant and Cindy into the guardhouse. 

No sooner had they vanished than Stewart ran to the car and opened the trunk. Out stepped the young couple. He led them quickly through the gate and they disappeared into the trees. Just around the bend in the road, a car waited to pick them up and drive them through the friendly border post and on to safety.

Stewart glanced at his watch. It had all happened faster than they had estimated. There were still ten minutes to spare. He realised he could not retrieve Cindy too soon, before they had really even got her inside, as it would arouse suspicion after what he had told them. So he made his way to one of the curtained windows on the side of the barracks where he could peak inside as well as keep an eye on the road. 

Observation. 

There was a convenient gap in the curtain and he was able to see the scene within. Cindy was sitting nervously on a wooden chair as they questioned her. They were taking down the basics as she answered them. Her name, address, age and other particulars (all false, apart from her first name) were being recorded in a notebook. The necessary formalities done, the sergeant rose and spoke.

"Right. Now kindly stand so that we can search you!" Nervously, the beautiful girl rose to her feet. The NCO kicked her feet further apart so that there was a gap of perhaps 40cms between them. He put his hands on her shoulders and then moved them down her flanks. Cindy had on the minimum of clothes and those that she was wearing were thin and clingy, so as to make her look all that much more appealing. 

Her dress was so thin that Cindy could practically feel his fingerprints against her body as he slid his hands down to her waist. And of course the obverse was also true, with the man very aware of the softness of her slim body. When he reached her hips, he slid his hands a little towards the rear to encompass some of her firm buttocks.

His hands continued their slow progress down her thighs and ended at her knees. Now he slid his hands round to the front of her thighs and started the return journey up her body. His fingertips brushed her pubic thatch through her clothes as he continued running his hands up her front. They trailed across her tummy until they reached the firm swell of her breasts. 

His hands paused there and Cindy found herself holding her breath. Then his hands continued onto her firm tits. She and he sighed as it happened. He squeezed the plump orbs gently and his fingers found her nipples. He rolled them between his fingers as his hands closed around her lovely breasts.

Stimulation. 

Stewart watched, suddenly aware that his cock was swelling between his legs. He watched, his mouth dry suddenly, as the soldier felt her tits. He glanced at his watch. Another ten minutes according to their timetable. The sergeant was now visibly excited. He dropped a hand to her hem and it rose under it to find her vagina. Stewart sucked in his breath as he saw her go up onto her toes.

He knew then that the man had groped her pussy. His cock was hard in his pants as he watched. He waited anxiously for something more to happen. He glanced at his watch again and saw with, relief (?) that less than a minute had passed. There was still time for it to become even more titillating! Stewart licked his lips, trying to moisten his mouth.

He watched with heightening arousal as the soldier visibly moved his hand under her skirt. He could tell from her attitude that the man was rubbing her pussy very hard. She was whimpering and her head was twisting this way and that. Stewart could see the sergeant's arm moving violently where it disappeared under her dress. Then, forebodingly, the violent movement stopped.

He moved his free hand to lift her hem. He called out to one of his men to approach and hold her hem up so that all could see what he was about to do. Cindy's hem was above her waist now, held there by the young soldier. The sergeant's hand moved inexorably towards her panties. 

Her nether regions, visible now, were revealed to be contained within a very sheer pair of panty briefs. Her curls were clearly visible both through the almost transparent fabric, as well as peeping from the leg openings of her tiny gusset. The unmistakable bulge of mound thrust against the tightly stretched fabric. This was inevitable target of the man's questing hand. 

He rested his hand on Cindy's pubic mound and carefully and gently felt her vagina. Then he moved his hand to allow his fingers access to waistband of her panties. The elastic waist stretched to accommodate her hand as he pushed it inside her tiny panties. 

The young fellow holding her hem at her waist transferred all the fabric into one hand and used the other to cup one of Cindy's breasts. He began to squeeze it as his superior's hand travelled into her crotch under her panties.

Stewart saw Cindy jerk as a finger penetrated her labia and buried itself inside her pussy. The gusset of her panties stretched and flattened alternately as he began to drive his finger in and out of her slit. The writhing of her panties served to excite all the watchers dramatically, including Stewart, whose cock was now rigid and uncomfortable confined within his trousers. Almost unconsciously, he unzipped his fly to relieve the pressure.

Cindy's body was twitching from the stimulation. There was a brief pause as the senior man introduced two more fingers to her now juicy hole. The other man moved his hand into the neckline of her dress. He sent his fingers into the cup of her bra to find her full, firm breast and hard nipple. Her body began to writhe under his hands again as the other man resumed his fingering, thrusting hard into her with three stiff fingers.

"Show the others her tits," ordered the sergeant, the lust obvious in his passion altered voice. Quickly the soldier obeyed, unzipping her dress and pulling it down to her waist, and then pulling her bra down off her breasts. The five watching soldiers edged closer, as he returned his hand to her tits and squeezed and rubbed and felt them, first one then the other.

Cindy opened her eyes at the sound of the sergeant's voice and watched the men moving closer. Her crotch was a cauldron of fiery sensation, tingling and roiling. The other man's rough treatment of her breasts was quite painful; and very stimulating.

Justification. 

When she had heard Stewart's proposal, she had been rather shocked. The idea of actually offering oneself as a decoy was extremely frightening. Worse, still, was the knowledge that a pretty, young and shapely woman was needed to appeal to the men's baser instincts was almost unthinkable. Yet as she sat alone in her home the next morning thinking about this indecent subterfuge, the idea became very exciting. She would be helping her people, and the risk of capture was exciting in itself, and the thought of the almost definite possibility of the men groping her or even worse, was tantalisingly erotic.

To be placed in a position where she had absolutely no defence against being sexually abused by a group of men…whew, she found herself panting at the thought and completely breathless. Stewart had reassured them that he would order the men to do no physical harm…but he would allow them, nay encourage them, to grope the volunteer thoroughly. She knew then that she would offer her services. She blushed at her mental choice of words. Better to say that she would volunteer. And now was the moment of truth. Cindy wondered how long it would be before Stewart came in to terminate these indecent activities. She hoped not to soon. She was aghast at her own thoughts! And also at her body's reaction to the groping being inflicted on her. The copious sections of pussy-nectar from her finger-filled twat drenched her crotch. There was a deliciously vibrant excitement emanating from her over-filled puss. Added to this was the painful, exquisite pleasure in feeling the hand on her breasts squashing those lovely orbs roughly as the man abused them. 

Cindy tried to contain these wild feelings, but she was carried by her hyper-responsive body to the peak of pleasure, and over it into a massive, mind-numbing orgasm. Her mouth opened in an unconscious "O" and she screamed her ecstasy.

Seeing her reaction took the two men groping her to a pinnacle of lust, and they quickly stripped her naked. The sergeant pulled her to the low, narrow divan near his desk. They placed her on her hands and knees, crosswise across the bed; ropes were used to bind her wrists and ankles to the legs of the divan. The ropes from her ankles were tightened sufficiently to force her legs wide, holding her bottom hip-high to a standing man.

Cindy now knew what was going to happen and thanked her foresight in filling her vagina with a spermicidal crème. Now she was anxious for her succour to arrive. She had expected, nay desired, a thorough groping, but rape had not been entertained in her mind. She had of course, considered the possibility, but she had expected to be saved by Stewart's intervention before that happened.

Stewart watched from his hidden position, as her crotch was laid open, naked to all eyes, including his own. It was obvious that it was juicy, and ready physically, at any rate, for invasion by any and all hard erections. The men gathered behind her to admire her naked snatch, pouting and wet, puffy and open, and very attractive to any horny male.

"Anyone want to eat her cunt before we fuck it?" the NCO asked. Quickly, one of the men knelt behind her and plunged his questing face into her warm nest. His tongue emerged and delved into her honeypot. He raised a hand to her crotch and manipulated her clitoris. Another man moved to her head and reached under her to clutch her hanging tits. 

Within a minute, Cindy climaxed in the cunt-sucking man's face, drenching it with her pungent juices. Unconsciously, she ground her crotch in his face, rubbing her cunt desperately in his face, as he pinched her clit hard, both actions adding to, and prolonging her orgasm. 

The excited men began to take turns to lick Cindy's pussy, and she delayed Stewart's return in her mind. Not a single man of the seven would relinquish her cunt before she had cum in his face. The more she climaxed, the more it inflamed the men.

Penetration. 

Eventually, as she was coming down from her last orgasm, the sergeant rammed his engorged cock deep into her squishy cunt. He held onto her hips as he fucked her hard, ramming deep into her with each hard thrust. The other men watched her tits jiggle under her. Then the sergeant reached under her to seize her bouncing breasts as her he approached his time of release and he squeezed them viciously. This precipitated yet another violent climax for Cindy.

Her peak with its accompanying body writhing served to bring the NCO over the top and he blasted his hot libation into her pussy. As his cock slipped from her cunt, another man leapt forward to fill the void with his own eager erection. 

All seven men made full use of her lovely body, fucking her tight young cunt until the sperm spilled down her thighs. 

Stewart began to tuck away his huge erection. It was time to fetch her away. Then he saw the sergeant move around her body and approach her head.

Procrastination.

"You have performed so well, that I have brought you a reward; a nice hot drink!" and he raised his semi-erect cock and pointed it at her face. "Yes, now you get to drink our spunk!" Stewart stopped and pulled his cock out of his pants again. This he had to see!

The sergeant got his cock into her mouth by the simple expedient of pinching her nose until she was obliged to open her mouth for air. He put one hand behind her head while holding her nose with the other, and then he began to fuck her mouth. Cindy felt as though she would suffocate as she struggled to breathe. With her nose sealed, she had to compete with his cock for an opportunity to gather air. Then the NCO made a proposal.

"I want to play with your tits, so if you don't bite or try to turn away, I will let go of your nose. Nod if you agree to this!" Desperately, Cindy nodded, and he released her nose. His hands went to her tits and Cindy held her head up and her mouth open to allow him to fuck down her throat.

"I've never had a woman swallow my spunk before, so you will be the first! I am looking forward to that!" he said as he fucked deep into her throat. The thought drove him into the abyss and he released her tits and grabbed her head, driving his cock deep into her throat as he erupted. Hot and thick and sticky spunk roared from his cockhead and burst into Cindy's throat, which convulsed as she guzzled down his viscous load. He held his penis in her mouth for another short while. Then he let it slip softly from her lips. The next man jumped to take his place. Cindy opened her mouth for his cock. 

"Suck, woman!" Obediently, Cindy sucked his thick rod. He made no effort to assist, rather letting the lovely captive do all the work. Another of the men put his hand on he ass and caressed it idly. Then he moved it slowly to her cunt. He slipped two fingers into the sticky pot and proceeded to fingerfuck her slowly. Gradually her libido arose once more. Yet another man reached under her and pinched her nipples and plucked them, tenting her sensitive tits. This abuse served to excite Cindy anew. 

The man fingerfucking her became more violent. He pushed a third finger into her hole and ground her cunt hard, twisting his hand as he fucked her. The pain brought Cindy close to a new peak. She sobbed with pain and lust. Unconsciously, she sucked harder at the throbbing cock in her hot mouth. She heard the man above her groan as his climax approached.

"Yes!" he exclaimed exultantly, "Yes! Here it comes! Drink it all, cocksucker!" His breath exploded from his mouth as spunk exploded from his dick. Cindy's head jerked, as the glutinous liquid struck the back of her throat. His cock pulsed again and yet again. Cindy drank the gluey mass, feeling it stick in her throat and she gave a little cough, bringing the gelatinous secretion back into her mouth. She mixed it there with her saliva and swallowed it again. As it slipped down her captive throat, she experienced her biggest orgasm yet.

Sensation.

Her body was awash with pleasure still as the next swollen prick slid onto and across her tongue. Suddenly her heart increased its rate exponentially. Her excitement rocketed. She knew then that she found this forced sperm swallowing incredibly erotic. It wasn't submissiveness; no it was just the opposite. It was being forced that was so exciting. Realising this, she immediately struggled to free herself, twisting her head away from the raping cock. 

Two men leapt to capture her head, allowing their mate access to her warm mouth. They held her tightly while he fucked her face cruelly. While he was still pumping his cock into her throat, she climaxed for the first time. Two more cums racked her body before he buried his cock inside her mouth, and drenched it with his copious cum. This brought her to her ultimate orgasm. As she swallowed, the exquisite pleasure made her faint, and as he finally withdrew, she collapsed unconscious.

She regained consciousness only to discover that the next man had not waited for her to be compos mentis before fucking her mouth. She awoke to find a cock buried deep in her throat and emptying the contents of the man's balls down it. Before her eyes were even open, she had swallowed his entire cumload. 

As the load slipped easily into her tummy, she orgasmed yet again. The pleasure was so intense that she burst into tears. This show of ostensible dismay served to ignite the men's simmering desires. The next man eagerly and brutally stabbed his spear-pointed cock into her mouth. He held her head tightly in his hands and banged his pubic bone recklessly into her face, driving his rigid cock deep into her throat. With each thrust, Cindy came closer and closer to her next climax.




The Decoy



Jenny and I had been married just a little over seven years and the bloom had gone off the rose. When we were married sex had been exciting, Jenny had been insatiable, and I couldn't keep my hands off of her. Over the years things had slowed down to where we had sex twice a week and on such a regular schedule that you could have set your watch by it. Why we had reached that plateau was a question that I couldn't answer. Jenny was still as beautiful as ever, I still loved her madly and we both seemed to look forward to out twice weekly romp, so what was wrong?

For the last year or so I had been casting glances at other women and telling myself that I could fuck this one or that one for days if I got the chance so why didn't I do the same for my own sexy wife? There wasn't a day went by that some honey didn't give me a hard on or that I saw one and wished I could nail her so why couldn't I be like that with Jenny? I looked at those other girls, lusted after them and told myself what I would do with them given the chance, never expecting to mind you, just a lot of wishful thinking. That was pretty much my mind set when Jenny and I attended a birthday party at the home of a friend.

Jenny and I knew everyone there and the drinks were flowing freely so we were socializing and having a good time. Furniture had been moved out of the way to make an impromptu dance floor and Jenny loved to dance so she was constantly out there with someone. I have two left feet so I generally stay out of everyone else's way. About two hours into the party Myra came over to me and asked me why I wasn't out on the dance floor. 

"I can't dance a lick Myra so I sit and drink to keep from embarrassing myself."

"Bullshit! Anyone can dance to a slow tune." 

She grabbed me by the hand and hauled me out onto the floor. I held her at arms length and tried to do a box step without stepping on her toes and she said, "That's not the slow dancing baby" and she pulled me right up against her and pressed her body into mine. "Now, just hold me, shuffle your feet and sway." Her tits were pressed into my chest and her leg was against mine and the predictable happened - I got a hard on. Myra took her head off my shoulder and looked up into my face, "Oh baby. I've known you for years and I never knew that you liked me that much."

"I'm sorry," I said as I tried to pull away from her. 

She held onto me and kept me from breaking contact, "I'm not. I like it. That's the most sincere form of flattery that I can think of. Makes a girl feel sexy and desirable." She moved back into me and she kept her leg in contact with my cock, "It feels good baby, I almost wish I could look at it."

I almost said that I wished she could too. The music ended and we split apart. The next tune was a fast one so we got off the floor and Myra said, "I want the next slow dance baby, in fact I'd like all of them with you. You know how to make a girl feel wanted."

I got another drink and gulped it down. I didn't understand what was going on with Myra and I both liked it and was afraid of it. I finished my drink and got up to get another, but before I could make it to the makeshift bar another slow tune began to play and Myra came over and pulled me out onto the dance floor. It was a repeat of the first time and by the time the song was over I was ready to cum in my pants. The next one was fast so I went over and got my drink, gulped it down and the figured that I needed to go outside and get some fresh air and cool down from Myra. I hadn't been outside thirty seconds when Myra came out to join me. She stood silently next to me for a minute or so as we looked up at the stars and then she said, "I meant it."

"What was that?"

"I meant it when I said that I wished I could see it."

"You've had too much to drink Myra."

"No I haven't baby. I've had just enough to make me extremely horny and right now I want a cock and the cock I want is yours. I know I make you hard and if you were a gentleman you wouldn't deprive me."

"You don't know what you are saying Myra."

"Oh no? Let's just see."

She took me by the hand and pulled me over behind the bushes that screened the patio and then she knelt down in front of me and fumbled with my zipper. I stood looking down at her dumbfounded as she took out my cock and wrapped her lips around it. What's a guy supposed to do when a sexy woman goes to her knees in front of him and goes for his cock? What is he supposed to do when he looks down at her and sees the cleavage between her magnificent breasts and her silky raven black hair as it swirls around while she sucks his cock? If he is human he does just what I did - grab her head and hold on for dear life. It didn't take Myra long. I was ready to dump in my pants on the dance floor so she had me off in less than a minute.

"There baby, we got the quick one out of the way. How long has it been since you got some nooky in the back seat of a car?"

She took me by the hand and started to lead me around the side of the house and toward her car. I had a little more blood in my head since Myra had gotten rid of my hard on and my brain was working well enough that I was trying to stop the madness before it was too late.

"We can't do this Myra. What if your husband comes looking for you?"

"Don't sweat it baby. I know exactly where George is and what he is going to be doing for the next hour." She gave a little laugh, "Can you keep it up for an hour baby?"

I knew it was wrong. I knew I was cheating on Jenny and she didn't deserve that from me, but my brain wasn't hitting on all cylinders. Myra had my cock hard again and the blood I needed to help my brain think straight was in my dick. I didn't last an hour, although what we did lasted an hour. When we got to Myra's car she sucked my cock again and then we fucked in the backseat like teenagers at a drive-in movie. She was the first woman other than Jenny that I had fucked since Jenny and I had gotten married. When I was done Myra asked me to eat her pussy. 

"I sucked your cock and let you cum in my mouth, will you repay the favor? Will you eat my pussy even though it has your cum in it?"

That was something that I'd never even done with Jenny and I was a little leery. Myra asked me again, "Please baby, please? It would mean a lot to me."

Well, it wasn't as if I was sucking some other guy's cum out of her so I hoped that I wouldn't throw up and I went down and ate her pussy. I was surprised that it didn't turn my stomach and even more surprised to find out that I kind of liked it. Not the taste or anything like that, but the way that it drove Myra wild. She bucked and screamed and had two orgasms and when she settled down she said, "God baby, that was something else. As long as you are willing to do that you can have me any time you want me."

Myra sucked me hard again, fucked me again, asked me to eat her again, and then she looked at her watch and said that we had better get back inside.

The door to Myra's car was no sooner closed than remorse set in - remorse and fear! Remorse at betraying Jenny and fear that I would be caught. Had Jenny been looking for me while Myra and I were out in the car? Was she inside watching the door and waiting for me to walk in? Had George missed Myra? When we walked around the side of the house to go back in by the patio door the fear was so strong that I almost had to stop and throw-up in the bushes. When we walked in the house the first thing I saw was Jenny talking to George and I almost shit. Had the two of them gotten together because they had missed us? Were they comparing notes? I got myself a drink and I saw Myra heading toward the bathroom. George noticed her too and he gave her a little wave and she smiled and waved back and I began to breathe a little easier.

Jenny hadn't seen me so I headed downstairs to the recreation room and watched the guys shoot pool. I challenged the winner and was shooting when Jenny came down looking for me. She watched until I lost and then she came over to me and told me it was time to go home. We hadn't gone two blocks when Jenny slid over next to me and put her hand on my cock. 

"I hope you didn't drink too much tonight lover. I'm horny as hell and I plan to wear you out."

Now I had a real concern. I had cum three times in the last hour and a half and I didn't know if I could perform for Jenny. If I couldn't would she wonder why not? She got my fly open and my cock out and at least one worry disappeared. It was hard and it stayed hard as she stroked me all the way home. Now all I had to do was try and give her enough satisfaction that she wouldn't wonder about it.

I surprised myself and I know I surprised Jenny. It took me a long time to cum, not really surprising given what I'd all ready done that night, but when I came Jenny was in the middle of an orgasm and so I went down on her to keep her going. My eating Jenny's cum filled box drove her just as wild as it had Myra and Jenny loved it. The only difference was that Jenny was wetter and sloppier than Myra, probably because she was so worked up by the time we got home, and Jenny tasted different than Myra, more salty.

"God lover, why haven't you ever done that before? It was wild. Can we do it again?"

"Can you get me up again?"

She could and did and then I fucked her so long that my dick hurt by the time I came. The second time I ate her cum filled pussy she went just as nuts as she had the first time and she had two orgasms. She wanted to go a third time, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't get me up.

That night was a turning point in our sex life. The frequency began to increase until we were back up to five and six times a week and after every time Jenny wanted me to eat her pussy while my juice was still in her. And that wasn't all. Myra called me and wanted me to come and see her. I told her that I didn't think that it would be a good idea and she begged - literally begged - me to see her again. It was wrong and I knew it, but what red-blooded male would say no to a beautiful and sexy woman who begged him?

I began seeing Myra two or three times a week and between her and Jenny I lost fifteen pounds and had to start going to the gym to work on tightening up the loose skin. Myra was just like Jenny in that as soon as I came she wanted me to go down on her and when I did she went crazy. I began to think that every bit of cum that left the end of my dick ended up back inside me in my stomach. It was wrong, I was cheating on the woman that I loved, but God did I feel like a stud and a half.

Then one night, about two months after my first time with Myra I came home from an afternoon between Myra's legs and found something disturbing. Jenny was in the bathroom taking a shower and I went in to use the toilet. I lifted the seat and there floating in the water was a used, tied off rubber. It apparently had not gone down when the toilet was flushed. It could only mean one thing of course; Jenny was cheating on me. My wife was an unfaithful slut! I began to get angry and I almost went over and pulled her out of the shower to drag her back and stick the cheating bitch's face into the toilet and then demand an explanation as to why there was a rubber floating there. Hey, what can I say? We all know that the double standard is alive and well here in the good old USA. I stopped myself from running over to the shower, took my whiz and flushed the evidence down the drain and began to plan on how I was going to find out who the unfaithful bitch was fucking before I made my move. 

When Jenny came out of the shower she wanted to make love and even though I wasn't keen on having sloppy seconds she had probably washed most of her lover away in the shower and so I grit my teeth and fucked her. When I entered her I learned something. She felt just like she had all those times when she told me that she was wet and horny from thinking about me all day and waiting for me to come home. The bitch had been fucking around on me for months! I wasn't gentle with her like I usually was. I pounded into her as hard as I could thinking my hard, brutal assault would somehow punish her, but all the cunt did was beg me to fuck her harder. God damn it, I wanted to punish her, not give her pleasure so I pulled out and rolled her over on her stomach and without any KY or finger work to prepare her I stabbed my cock in her ass. It slid in easily and when I bottomed out she screamed, but it was a scream of pleasure not pain - her asshole lover (no pun intended) had beaten me to her rosebud and had opened her up for me. I was really mad by then and I rammed my cock into the cheating whore as hard as I could until I blasted my load into the bitch. I collapsed on the bed next to her and she rolled over and kissed me with as passionate a kiss as I could ever remember getting from her. 

"God lover, that was the best ever. I do so love you baby, and I'm so damned glad that you're mine."

She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom leaving me lying there and just a little bit confused. She loved me and she was so glad that I was hers? Then what was she doing fucking some other guy? She came back with a wash rag and cleaned off my cock and then she went down on me. In spite of my anger at finding out that she was a cheating whore my cock began to get hard and as it came up she made a quick move and I found myself in a sixty-nine with her cheating pussy being forced down on my face. I knew now with an absolute certainty that this wouldn't be the first time that I would be eating some other bastards cum mixed with mine out of my wife, but I had to tough it out. I couldn't let the slut know that I knew about her until I knew who her dickhead lover was.

When I met Myra the next day my heart really wasn't in it and she could tell. 

"What's the matter baby, you seem down"

"Jenny is fucking some other guy."

"So?"

I knew that telling Myra how I felt about being cuckolded by Jenny would make me sound like an idiot, especially in light of what we were doing, so I wisely didn't go any farther with it. What I did was say that I was going to find out who it was. "If I have to follow her around for a month or hire a private detective I'm going to find out who it is."

"You would really do that?"

"Yes I would."

"Why? As long as whoever it is keeps her occupied she won't have time to think about what you are doing. Let it be."

"I can't. I have to know."

"Are you sure that you really want to?"

"Yes damn it, I have to know!"

"Okay baby, save your money."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I know who it is."

"You do?"

"Yes I do, and since you obviously aren't going to let it go and it would only take a day or two to find out anyway I might as well tell you and get it over with." "How long have you known?" 

"Since the minute it started."

"Who is it?"

"My husband George."

I sat there staring at her, not fully comprehending what she was saying.

"Baby, you are a good looking guy and I enjoy fucking you and I absolutely love the way you eat my pussy, but did you ever ask yourself why, after knowing you all these years, I suddenly came after you? Remember that first night when you were worried about George coming out and finding us and I told you not to worry, that I knew where he was and what he would be doing for the next hour? Well, what George was doing was fucking your wife. My job was to seduce you and keep you occupied while George hustled Jenny out into the back seat of your car. By the time I was kneeling in front of you and pulling your zipper down George was balls deep in Jenny and he has been fucking her ever since and usually while I'm busy keeping you busy."

"He's fucking her right now?"

"Yes."

"And the only reason you are with me is to keep me occupied?"

"No baby, it was the only reason for the first time, but after you gave me an orgasm by eating my pussy I began to look forward to our little get togethers."

"But why? Why would you do a thing like that?"

"To get some relief from George."

"I don't understand."

"Do you know what a Satyr is? A Satyr is a man with excessive and uncontrollable sexual urges - that's George! He has a perpetual hard on and constantly wants to fuck. He may sound like a dream come true for a woman and to some extent I suppose he is, but try to imagine being a woman and having your pussy pounded five and six hours a day every day of the week. You get so sore that you scream whenever something even barely touches your pussy - you can't even wear underwear and you can barely walk without pain. Add to that the fact that George's cock is a little larger than average and sex can turn from pleasure into a living hell real quick. I love George baby, I love him to death and I can't imagine living without him, but sex with him was killing me and I finally had to cut him off. I set up a schedule and told him he had to stick to it or I was leaving, but deliberately putting sex on a schedule takes all the love, fun and excitement out of things and it almost killed our marriage. The only solution was to let George use up his excess energy on other women. To insure that he got what he needed I had to help so I decoy the husband or boyfriend to get them out of the way."

I sat there looking at her and not knowing what to say and after a long silence Myra asked, "Do you love Jenny?"

Even though I was angry with her for cheating on me the answer came surprisingly easy, "Yes. Yes I do."

"Then don't sweat it. Just look at this as a brief rest stop on the road to old age. Has Jenny been any less loving or affectionate lately?"

"No. In fact, as far as sex is concerned she seems to want more that she used to."

"Then look on it as if it were a gift from the gods. You could say that George is revitalizing your marriage for you. It won't last long baby, maybe another month or two, and Jenny will break it off with him. The novelty of his big cock and constant erection will wear off just as it did for me and all of the others he's had and things will get back to normal. Until then she's having fun, you're having fun - or least I hope you are, I would be crushed to find out that you aren't - and your home life isn't suffering at all. So let it be baby, just let it be. Come on baby, Myra needs her pussy munched on."

Myra was wrong. It has been over a year now and Jenny is still fucking George every chance she gets and then she comes home and try's to destroy me. Given all that she gets from George and then from me I'm beginning to wonder if she isn't the female version of a Satyr. She hurries home to me all wet and slushy, tells me how hot and wet she has gotten from thinking about me and what we are going to do when she gets home. She always wants me to eat her before I fuck her and I don't suppose I'll ever figure that one out. Why would someone who loves me deliberately feed me her lover's juices? I really think she means it, the part about how hot she gets thinking about me waiting at home for her, and she is as loving now as she was when we got married. If Myra is telling the truth, and I believe she is, George is just a fuck machine with a large cock. He puts it in, goes forever, cums and is ready to go again. In short, he is a great fuck. Then Jenny hurries home to be made love to, to be hugged, kissed and cuddled - she has the best of both worlds.

I'm still seeing Myra as often as Jenny is seeing George. She hasn't told George that I know what is going on and I'm not sure why. I think it may be because if she did George would drop Jenny and then turn to Myra for satisfaction until he could make a new conquest. 

"I'm crazy about him baby, but three times a week with him is all I can take." 

Of course there is always the possibility that she doesn't want to have to give up the thing that she likes most about me. I just hung up the phone. 




The Decoy



"George just left to meet Jenny baby. He fucked me a couple of times before he left and my pussy is full of cum. Could you bring your magic mouth over here and help little Myra out? Please baby, please?"



The Decoy



Behind her, she felt hands begin once more to fiddle with her pussy and other hands grasp and grope her nipples. The men were getting themselves very excited once more; they meant to prolong her gang rape. The very word combination brought her to an almost agonising orgasm. 'Gang rape!' she thought again and her passion and pleasure overwhelmed her yet again and she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. Sperm flowed excitingly down her throat as she swallowed her way to utter ecstasy.

Gratefully, she felt the next stiff rod plunge into her mouth. She struggled weakly, eager for the great thrill that fighting her rape infused into her hypersensitive loins. The utterly delicious feel of the men abusing her tits and her cunt combined with the totally self-indulgent way in which they fucked her mouth precipitated her next mind-blowing climax, and she fell deep into the pit of her most base desires; the total conquest of her lovely, vibrant body by a group of uncaring rapists. 

They left her alone once she had been mouth-raped by the entire group, most of them more than once, because they recognised that she was on the point of death; they thought from the brutality of their rape, but in reality from the close to fatal ecstasy that brought her to an almost total collapse of her vitality.

Stewart left his vantage point shaking his head in amazement. One thing he knew: he would not relinquish the company of this magnificent woman until he too had sampled her luscious body. He intended to fuck her before they returned to her home.

"Sergeant, have you men completed your interrogation?" he enquired after knocking at the door.

"Yes, sir! We think she is probably innocent," the man replied. "Good. Then I will return her to her home." As he led her away, he whispered to her.

"How did it go? Are you okay?"

"Yes! It was no problem at all! In fact it was very…enlightening!"

"Good. I want to take you somewhere to, ah, debrief you, before I take you home. I want to hear everything about your experience. I did notice some, ah activity through the window before I knocked! Perhaps you could show me physically what happened?" Cindy blushed and licked her lips.

"Of, course! It will be a pleasure!" They heard urgent footsteps behind them, then the sergeant's voice.

"Just a second please, Colonel!" Stewart turned towards him, his heart increasing its rate dramatically. The sergeant came to stand before him, slightly in front of Cindy.

"What is it, Sergeant?" His voice was relaxed, but with just the right amount of irritation.

"Sir, you said you would be back this way again the day after tomorrow. Would it be possible for you to leave the woman with us till then? We have two platoons, each of a dozen men, joining us later tonight, and tomorrow morning. I thought that they would be able to, ah, search and interrogate Cindy, helped by us, of course! It would be good for our, ah, morale!" The sergeant knew that Stewart knew that they wanted to gang rape her for the entire time, but that decorum and the illusion of propriety should be maintained.

Stewart looked over his shoulder at Cindy. She turned red and cast her embarrassed eyes downward, and, almost imperceptibly, nodded. She looked incredibly excited. Oh, well, he could wait for two days!

"Good idea, sergeant. See that you are very thorough!" Cindy blushed again. She was noticeably panting. The NCO took her arm and led her back towards the building. Stewart climbed into the car. As he glanced back he noticed that Cindy was walking awkwardly. The sergeant's hand was under her skirt behind her, groping between her thighs. He knew that Cindy's mouth and cunt and probably her ass, were not going to get much rest over the next two days!

Termination. 

The end.



The Dedicated Eroticist



Edward could feel the heat of Margaret's leg against his on the trap seat, even through the material of her long skirt and petticoats and his own trousers. He wondered if she could feel him too—and there at the shoulders too. He thought not, though, or that, if she could, she wasn't noticing. The ladies maid, Nancy, sitting reversed on the trap's back bench and clutching the picnic basket beside her, seemed more aware of where her back touched Edward's. She was trembling at the touch—or maybe she was just palsied. She was much too young to be palsied, though. She was a cute little trick, Edward thought.

His mind went back to his current plans of conquest, though. He'd been honing in on Margaret for months. He had decided that today, on the picnic down to Thrushington Lake, he was going to fuck her. She had played coy long enough. He knew she was game for it. He'd known ever since he'd been told—in twittered confidence, of course—that she was writing racy Romance stories for that Life of Bliss women's magazine. He'd read some of those stories, and they'd made him go hard, even if some of the prose was purple.

"Throbbing mass of manhood thrusting at the pearly gates" indeed, he thought. The woman was just a tease with him. She took cock; that was clear from the descriptions he could see under that florid prose she published. He made an excuse to pull back on the reins and, in so doing, brush her left breast. Touching the breasts, seemingly inadvertently, had always gotten his dick inside a woman before.

Nothing, though. She just sat there in the trap seat close beside him and stared down at the hindquarters of the horse.

It was a stallion, and not a gelding either, and what Margaret was staring at was what was hanging down between its hind legs.

Edward's efforts were for naught. Margaret, her attention riveted on that appendage between the horse's legs, was oblivious to him and to anything else other than the looming deadline for a Penny Passion pen name story due to Life of Bliss. She was feeling warm and moist . . . down there . . . just looking at the horse and considering it as a metaphor and thought maybe that the play on horse could be the hook for her story.

She might use the young, blond Lord Reginald, perhaps, a major conjured participant in her own time alone in her bed when she was pining over her lack of actual experience in these matters. She'd have him playing polo. The young daughter of his housekeeper, Pamela, who was visiting her mother at his country home and who he was being kind to by inviting her to watch him play polo would mistakenly enter his tent where he was dressing for the game and was shirtless and in his tight polo pants. She would be taken aback by seeing his powerful, muscled chest, tapering down to his flat belly and slim waist, and would stumble, almost swoon. Saving her from falling, Sir Reginald would hold her close in her arms and she could feel his manhood against her thigh. There would be some references to horses here, possible by writing the subtle image of her heroine standing next to Sir Reginald's obviously well-endowed horse before the match while looking up at the noticeably well-endowed Sir Reginald while he asks for her favor in the game—Margaret could work that out later. But her readers would get the point. Her faithful readers had learned to read between her lines.

They would kiss . . . deeply . . . without, of course, meaning to. But she would break away and flee the tent. Lord Reginald would be the deciding factor in winning the match, most certainly, and the blushing Pamela, never looking more beautiful, would cheer him on.

He, of course, would seek her out in his vast manor but not be able to find her until one of the serving men told him which chamber of the servants' wing she was sleeping in. He would arrive, at some point nearly naked, of course, but Margaret couldn't directly write that. There certainly would be a reference to horses here again, though. He would put a knee on the bed, hovering over her reclining body. His hand would touch her breast—which Margaret's readers would know sealed Pamela's fate—and brush aside the flimsy material of her night dress, revealing amply rounded orbs, heaving now as Pamela woke, her violet eyes wide open in shock.

The bed curtain would, of course, have to come down at this point, perhaps the reader's eye being taken up to the paintings of stallions hanging on the chamber's walls. The Life of Bliss editors would only let her go so far. But Margaret would hold the thought for when she was alone in her own bed that night. Then there would be no bed curtains to fall and she could be quite explicit in her dreaming of what the horse was a metaphor for. If only some handsome, blond, lord . . .

But no, damnation, she thought. She'd used Lord Reginald before, under the pen name of Constance Throbben. And Pamela too, for that matter. And even the horse metaphor within the context of a polo match. Damnation. She'd have to think up something else before the deadline.

"We're here, Maggie," Lord Edward called out. "Lake Thrushington. Isn't it a marvel? You go ahead, Nancy, and pick us a very nice, private spot—well out of view of the road, if you will."

The blushing, red-haired young women scampered off her seat, bobbed a bow, and pulled the picnic basket off the seat. Her other hand involuntarily went to the bun at the back of her head where a burst of wind threatened to pull her hair down. With another smile at Edward, she moved down the hillside toward a grove of trees, saucily swinging her hips, setting the hem of her long skirt swaying, and putting the picnic basket she was carrying at her side into the same gentle back and forth stroking.

Margaret came out of her reverie and moved toward the edge of the trap bench. Lord Edward Hazelton lifted her out of the trap, holding his arm around her waist and her body close to his for several fractions of a moment longer than was necessary. She turned her face to him, and he leaned in for the kiss.

But she was looking above his blue eyes and finely chiseled facial features into his sunshine blond hair, where . . . he was about to lose his driving cap to the passing breeze.

"Your driving cap, Eddie. I do believe the wind will take it all the way to the lake."

"What, where?" the nonplused young man said, setting her feet down on the ground as he reached for the already tumbling cap no longer on his head with his other hand. The wind carried the cap farther down the hillside, toward the lake.

Margaret pulled away from him and looked down the hillside at the fluid motion of the hips of the ladies maid as she entered the grove.

He could be a visiting French knight, Guy de Sabre, at an English castle, where Katie, the serving girl, has waited on him at table. He has stolen a kiss from her in a dark passage leading to the kitchens, and she has broken away from him, taken a couple of steps, turned, and then come back to him for a return kiss before scampering into the shadows. He has ached for her all night. Not being able to find sleep, he remains slouched in a chair in his chamber, just in his underbriefs, his massive, muscular, wound-slashed chest heaving at the lingering taste of her kisses. He, of course, is polishing his sword. Margaret was sure her faithful readers would catch the metaphor in that, but to be sure she'd throw in all sorts of references to swords and sheaths and sword play and vanquishing and such. The next morning, Sir Guy would see Katie walking, saucily, downhill into the grove of trees where the castle's spring was to fetch water. He would move toward the grove himself, sword swinging heavily at his side. They would meet and embrace at the tree line and then disappear into the shadows so that Margaret's editor wouldn't have to cut what happened next out of the story.

But, balderdash, no, her editor had made quite explicit that they'd had more than enough French lover and castle stories of late.

Nancy was standing at the edge of the wood, no longer carrying the picnic basket, and waving. "Your Lordship, Milady, I think I have found the perfect spot."

Already half way toward the tree line, having caught up with his cap, Lord Edward turned and waved enthusiastically to Margaret, who waved back, if not completely enthusiastically—more distracted within her own world.

Margaret sighed and then was wracked with a thought. "Damnation, I must think of a new plot and new characters. I must get some sexual satisfaction out of this outing. I need to come away with a story." Setting a look of determination on her face, she moved down the hill toward Edward, who was standing there, getting hard at the very sight of the luscious young woman moving toward him.

Those stories of hers he read, he was thinking. She must be a regular firecracker with a man between her thighs.

Nancy indeed had found the perfect spot for a private picnic. The grassy knoll was relatively flat just at the fringe of tree cover, trees blocking sightlines from the road, and it tapered down and out in a panorama down to the banks of the lake.

Lunch, served by Nancy in fluid, graceful motions, shy smiles, and slightly swaying breasts, was soon dispensed with. Edward revealed that he had brought wine. No manner of enticement, though, would get Margaret to join him in a glass of that. She did, however, briefly entertain the idea of having her story's heroine compromised by wine. She quickly dismissed that idea, though, as wine drinking by a woman would be just too scandalous for the Life of Bliss.

Nancy was not nearly as difficult to entice to have a glass of wine, though. Edward didn't like to drink alone, he said. He wouldn't have brought the wine at all except to loosen up Margaret, and he thought—wrongly, it turned out—that if Nancy took a glass Margaret would do so as well. And perhaps Nancy taking a second glass would do the trick, although it didn't.

A short, whispered conversation between Edward and Nancy resulted in Nancy blushing and smiling shyly and then scampering down the hillside to the rim of the lake, leaving Edward and Margaret alone on the picnic blanket.

Margaret was sitting and staring off into space, dreaming of what Edward was moving to do, Edward hoped. He stretched out beside her and put an arm around her backside, inching it in closer and closer to an embrace over the passage of the next several minutes. At the same time he had a stalk of wheat that he was languidly running along her bare arms. The sensation of being tickled was connected with arousal in a woman, he had read somewhere—in the Life of Bliss, he thought. Maybe even in one of Margaret's pen name stories. He would be running it along anything he could make bare on this young woman as soon as he could manage it. He already had the hem of her skirt three-quarters of the way up her calves. He cursed the fashion of stockings going up to the knees, but he looked forward to the victory of seeing her bare knee caps in the near future, followed by the arousing milky white flesh of her plump thighs.

She didn't seem to notice what he was working on at all. She was staring off into space. Her lips were moving, but he didn't have the slightest notion what she was thinking or not saying.

He wanted to think she was wondering why he didn't just get on with it, like one of those swashbucklers in those stories she wrote. What he could do, he thought, was just to run one hand up under that skirt, grab her by the cunt, and find her clit with a finger, while holding her in place with the embrace of the other hand and taking her mouth in his. Once he'd been able to palm a woman's muff, they were ready to give in to him, in his experience. Her stories showed her to be highly passionate and experienced. Her current coolness, he was convinced, was just a tease, to make the act that much more pleasurable.

She'd struggle a bit, for appearances sake, while he was working her cunt with his hand, but once he'd swung over her and pinned her to the ground with his dick, she'd being begging for it. They always did. He wasn't compared to a horse for nothing. He hadn't met a woman yet who didn't want to sheath and feel the strokes of his sword—once he had gotten it inside her.

He was building up to make his move, was on the very cusp of doing so, when Margaret abruptly stood and called out down to the lake. "Mind you, don't go so near the water, Nancy. You'll fall in."

Edward's attention was diverted to Nancy, down at the edge of the lake, dancing languidly to some tune she no doubt was humming to herself. She had taken her overdress off and was swaying around in her petticoat. At hearing her name called, she looked up the hillside and waved, her plump, bare arms moving slowly in the air. She reached up and undid the bun on her head, letting her rich, red-golden hair flow down around her shoulders.

As she laughed and waved again and then turned her face toward the lake and resumed her dancing, Margaret got lost in the image of the red-golden fair cascading down around the young woman's bare shoulders. There was a metaphor there that she sometime used in her stories. The undoing of the hair as symbol of the willing undoing of the virgin. How long ago had she used that in a story, she wondered. She must work that into the current story. Her mind worked on that for several minutes.

When she looked up, she realized she was alone on the picnic blanket. She let her gaze go down to the lake—and across it to the other shore, where she started to form a tableau of the huntsman and the princess he came upon, bathing, naked at the edge of the lake. Her mind started to form a story, a fresh one she was sure. One that would surely work.

She hadn't let her gaze fall to the nearside shore of the lake, where Nancy was reclining, Edward's arm under her back, lifting it a bit, Nancy's torso arched back and her cheek brushing the ground, her hair flowing out in all directions. Her bodice was open and Edward was feasting on her breasts. Her legs were spread and bent, her feet flat on the ground. Her petticoats were gathered up above her dimpled bare knees, seen as enticing orbs of flesh above her black knee socks. Edward, trousers laying on the ground beside him, was crouched between Nancy's thighs. His bare buttocks cheeks were expanding and contracting, undulating back and forth, between her thighs. In other, plainer words, he was fucking her with deep strokes.

The expression on Nancy's face made clear that she fully understood what the metaphor of a horse meant when applied to a man.

Margaret kept on spinning the tale of the huntsman and the princess in the mind behind her blind eyes. It was a good one, she decided. She'd use that. She somewhat regretted having to give up on the idea of the young, blond Lord Reginald and the references to horses, but she wouldn't discard that altogether. She would use that tonight when she was all alone in her bed, wishing for her own Lord Reginald and seeing what she could do to pleasure herself without him.



The Dedication



As the train drew near the station I gathered up my few belongings and stepped into the aisle with the other disembarking passengers. I had no luggage, only my bulky purse, my sweater, and a paperback copy of "The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy". The instructions had said to leave all personal belongings behind. Anxiously I fingered the corner of the placard tucked into the side pouch of my purse, and silently prayed that I would not have to wait there long for my ride to locate me.

As I stepped down onto the platform my heart began to race and I paused for a moment, passengers streaming past me toward the terminal. 

"Have a safe trip," said a grandmotherly agent with a smile as she caught my eye.

"Thank you ma'am," I replied. My legs were trembling as I continued toward the terminal. I pushed open the door, holding it for the man behind me with his luggage on wheels.

The sign was a long strip of letters that hung across the ceiling, in the center of the spacious room. "P A D U C A H", it said with arrows designating "all points north and west," to the left and "all points south and east," to the right. I felt invisible as I approached that area, where I had been told to wait. Briefly considering a bathroom detour, I took out my placard and stood directly beneath the letter U. There were passengers reclining in rows of chairs facing me disinterestedly. An elderly man glanced curiously at my placard and then went back to his newspaper. Three children stared at me solemnly while their mother comforted a crying infant. My heart continued to race, and my hands were sweating as I held the sign before me.

I caught a whiff of broasted chicken from the cafeteria and my belly rumbled. The instructions had said not to eat any thing once I got on the train. Which is why I had been drinking so much liquid, and now needed to pee. I shifted my weight and glanced around for the restroom. A ticket agent caught my eye with a smirk and then quickly looked away. I blushed with the embarrassment that the placard I held read "Mistress White Thorn" in bold black block letters. I fixed my gaze on the floor and tried to slow my anxious breath.

All at once I felt a shiver down the back of my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my stomach lurched violently downward. My head swung to the right and I saw them. Shock numbed my body and I froze as reality shifted and expanded in my head. I knew they saw me.

Their procession was entirely incongruous in this setting. Six men dressed in matching black pants and tshirts moved in unison, the chorus of their shiny black shoes tapping a staccato rhythm as they advanced toward me. All of them had the same short dark hair, and wore thick black leather collars with one heavy metal ring at each throat. I barely noticed them.

Leading the procession was absolutely the most remarkable woman I had ever seen. She stood perfectly erect and seemed to glide toward me, oblivious of all else, eyes boring into mine. Those eyes, so sharp and deep, held an unnerving intensity of purpose. She wore a flowing black robe and cloak. The only visible part of the floating black figure was her face, framed by a deep black hood. It was an achingly beautiful, impossibly pale, ageless face. The eyes held centuries of wisdom, and yet she could have been a young girl.

I had not blinked and now she stood before me.

I would not have needed the final admonishment in my instructions- that I was not to speak. My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth and my throat was constricted with sudden apprehension. I could not have spoken.

For a long time none of us moved. I stood eye to eye with this amazing woman. The six men maintained formation, standing two by two in a line behind her, eyes glazed, looking straight ahead. Her eyes blazed a challenge and my eyes dropped. In my peripheral vision I saw the stir that this arrival had caused. The mother was urging her children away to some seats across the room, glancing back at me suspiciously. Her baby was silent. The man with the newspaper stared blatantly. The ticket agent and two more employees stood together watching with amused curiosity. I felt like all the eyes in the room were on me. 

I blinked, I exhaled, and I glanced back up at the powerful young woman who stood imposingly before me. She held her head, neck stretched impossibly high, and lifted her tiny pointy nose to gaze down past her chin at me haughtily. 

One of the men stepped forward and fell to one knee beside her, head bowed. After a pause her cloak shifted and a hand darted out to tap the center of his scalp with one long black lacquered nail. 

"Mistress White Thorn," he intoned simply, in a deep full baritone announcement. Instantly all six of the men fell to their knees and bent forward at the waist to press their faces against the floor, hands stretched out before them. My eyes darted around the room with panic at 15 or 20 observers. The guys at the ticket counter were now laughing openly. One of the children across the room was pointing at us, mouth agape.

Suddenly I realized that my mouth, too, was hanging open in a big round O, and I closed it with a start. 

"Kneel!" the Mistress ordered me with a touch of incredulity in her voice. I instantly obeyed, dropping my purse, sweater, and placard thoughtlessly. As my face drew near the floor in an awkward parody of the six men, I hesitated.

Then Mistress White Thorn moved to swiftly place the toe of one boot on the back of my skull and forcibly drive my forehead to the floor. I fell off balance, my right arm bent beneath my chest and only my left hand reaching out toward her in supplication. As she stepped back, her heel came down on my fingers and I flinched. Biting my lip hard to keep from crying out I allowed the tingles of pain to wash through my body in jerky waves, willing my muscles to relax and accept this.

I waited. I could still hear the ticket agents' laughter, coming from some distant place where a cold lifeless voice droned endlessly of arrivals and departures. My mind was numb and void of thought. My heart was set with finality. My stomach rumbled once again. I dared not move.

The contract had already been signed. The arrangements had been set for weeks. My agreement and consent had been assured. I had arrived. It was too late to change my mind, and yet my instincts urged me to flee. If I were not frozen in terror I would have run away.

A hand gently moved my hair aside. Another hand fastened a heavy wide metal band around my neck with a click. My bladder let go, and the crotch of my jeans spread warmth. I tried to concentrate on my breathing. It seemed as if the train station had become utterly silent. I could hear the blood rushing against my ear drums. A tug on the collar urged me to rise, and I opened my eyes as I stood.

Almost instantly I felt a quick tug downward and one of the men said, "Eyes down for Miss."

I never looked into those eyes again. 



The Deep Beat of the Drums



This is for a guy I know who gave me the Idea to write this. He knows who he is and knows that it is because of him I wrote this. I hope you all enjoy it, its just part one.

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It's the dead of winter, it's freezing out, and I have to be moving, my brother and a few of his friends are helping. Oh wait, I guess I should start from the beginning.

I was not sure if I should write this story because well people would never believe me if I told them straight out but, well I had the need to. As I was saying it was winter and I was moving into an old warehouse building that had been turned into apartments. There were 6 of them but only five were owned the one I was taking was below this guy who was a musician. The other tenants really did not want to live right under him, as for me *shrugs* I don't mind I like music. Well any way, my brother and his friends are helping me move in, its pretty cool really since I am an architect I am gonna put up false walls and all that so its not just one big open space.

My brother and his bud's have left and now I am sitting here looking at all the boxes and thinking to my self. Leeana your nuts! I had to chuckle at my self as I had to just move in the dead of winter and had to be on the coldest day of the season. 

"Whelp, Lana no time like right now to get to work."

I told my self and there I was getting things unpacked. Most of the big things were set up like the bed, TV, stereo which I had turned on and was listening to some classic music. Every now and then I got a yearning for it. Night came all so early in winter but it was nice in its own way. I don't know how long it was that I had been unpacking and putting things away but I was suddenly aware that it was dead silent in my apt, that the music had stopped and there was some one ringing the door bell.

What, wait no whom, I saw once I opened my door was nothing short of simply fucken gorgeous. He had to be the most handsome man I had ever seen in my whole life. I stood there transfixed on him for what seemed to be forever. Then I blinked and shook my head very slightly. "Um Hello" I said to this hunk outside my door.

"Evening I heard your music and figured the owner finally found some one to live under me and my drums. The names Jackson, Jackson Rive, and you are Leeana I take it?" 

I looked at him for another sec wondering how he knew my name.

"Yeah, how did you" before I could finish he answered my question telling me the building owner had already told him she was moving in and was going to own the apartment under him.

"OH well. Um would you like to come in?," if I knew then what I knew now I might not have asked him in, but with what I know now, I would have asked him in anyway with out a thought. He smiled at me and nodded then waited till I opened the door for him to come in.

"So Charles *the owner* tells me your into the building industry. What is it you do really?" he asked me.

"I draw new building designs and redo old ones so they are up to new city codes." I closed the door behind me and watched him as he kinda looked around the place.

"You like Classical music I heard it from up stairs. Rather odd for today's culture don't you think?" He turned and looked at me and smiled. He was very informal but there was something very very deep about him I just could not put my finger on it. Jackson was tall dark thick hair slightly pulled back into a man's ponytail not long at all and tied back with a brass man's hair tie. Dark deep eyes, the kind you can get lost in if you're not careful. Gods he was like a walking dream.

I don't know how long we talked but it must have been hours and hours. He helped me set things up. I could not help but look at his well toned body hard legs under his leather pants and his arms where HUGE and the black t-shirt he wore fit him just well, all I could say is YUM-ME! *chuckled* Ok ok any way...It was past one am or something when he asked me if I wanted to come listen to him play he had some music to work on. Shrugging I said sure why not. We went up in the cargo elevator that the building had. Freaking thing was big enough to drive a Cadi into. Got to his place and he asked me to come in, and holy shit I had never ever seen a guys place look soooooooooooooooo good. I mean the floors were

polished, it had top notch furniture, and all the goodies. Over in one of the corners was a band set up drum speakers and mic stands, all the stuff I guess bands need. He went over, picked up an acoustic guitar, sat on the stool there, and smiled.

"So you like building and rebuilding buildings" he ask as he began to tune it up. I nodded and smiled back I was sitting in this comfy chair and I mean comfy! I sank into it as if it was made to fit my body shape. He started playing his fingers plucking and flying across the strings and the music was entrancing.

It was the sweetest music I had ever heard. I rested my head back and before I knew what was going on I was half asleep, the last thing I remember was the music and him smiling over at me. Now how he got me back to my place and in bed with out me waking fuck if I know but I know it was the best nights sleep I ever got. When I woke up I was just in my under ware and on the pillow beside my head was a note and 3 long stem roses.

Note:

I had a great time come up and visit any time ya like after 5 I work till dawn so I sleep most of the day. Oh and sorry your in your undies, I didn't think you wanted to sleep in your jeans so I just took the liberty of making you comfy.

Enjoy the roses,

Always Jackson

OK now girls I know we all dream of sweet caring good looking drop you to your knees guys but I have to tell you they DO exist! I smiled and looked at the 3 roses one red 2 white and took one and inhaled the sweet smell and sighed. Ok so I am some what of a sappy romantic sue me. Well for the rest of the day I was kinda in a haze I had to go to the office which I oh so hated. I was glad my boss understood and liked my work so much he let me work from home. I don't like crowded offices makes me have these attacks not sure why though.

I dropped off the drafts for the down town building and went to see Carl my boss. Carl was not bad looking for a guy in his late 50's he had a lean body salt and pepper hair and these really hot looking blue eyes, and he was married soooooooo well that put the kibosh on hitting on the boss man. *laughs* He and I were really good friends though real buddy buddy types I knew his wife and kiddies and had been to his house and all that stuff, kinda like an extended family. We went and had lunch at the cool deli and talked about this that and new jobs coming up. He asked me why I was so overly chipper and I giggled. "This is gonna sound so strange your gonna tell me I am crazy. But I met the guy who lives above me last night and well we had a great night" Now Carl got this woo hoo look on his face and well I told him to go cram it up his ass, he

laughed. I told him every thing that happened for the exception of him taking my clothing off before putting me to bed. Well Carl started with you got to be careful speech and I nodded and listened but something in me told me Jackson was not some nut, but only the future would tell.

Well the months passed and Jackson and I had a great time with each other. Almost every night we saw each other even if it was just him coming down to see me and find out how my day was going. One night he came down and I didn't answer the door like normal so he knocked again and nothing finally he broke the door down! How I don't know those doors are not shabby doors. He found me passed out in my kitchen he took me up to his place and called a doctor friend of his who came over right way. Seems I had some sort of blood sugar drop or something. When I woke up, after they took me to the hospital, there was Jackson sitting in the chair watching me. His image was blurry but I knew who it was when he spoke. 

"Don't you dare scare me half to death like that ever again; I lost a hundred years off my life thank you so much." He chuckled and moved to sit on the edge of the bed with me. 

"How are you feeling doll?" He called me Doll it was a nick name because I had a doll collection and I fussed over them. So the nick Doll kinda stuck from then on..

"I feel like a tone of bricks hit me. What happened and where the hell am I?" 

Jackson explained what happened and that the Doc wanted me to stay for a day or so and that he would come around in the morning to check on me. "I guess I am lucky you came looking for me then huh?

"You're lucky I had a feeling something was wrong. Oh by the way I will have your door fixed. I kinda well broke it getting into your place to get to you. Maybe we should keep each others keys incase something ever happens again I don't think my shoulder could stand another door bashing."

He smiled at me; leaned down, kissed my forehead, and told me to get some rest and that he would be by that night to see how I was doing. I don't know what happened in that moment but I saw him in a whole new light after he left. It hit me that in all the months we had been hanging with each other he never once ever did anything sexual to me, never made a pass nothing. I started to wonder if there was something wrong with me. But sleep found me way to quick.

Over the next few weeks Jackson made sure he came to check on me every night, one night I left him a note that I was working at the office late and to call me. My phone rang and I picked it up and it was him. We chit chatted for a bit when I heard the band tuning up in the back ground I said by and told him I would be home in an hour or so. He said to come up when I got home he'd be waiting up for me. I did not bother to go to my place I just went up stairs and knocked I heard him yell come in and so I let my self in he was sitting by his piano playing around. 

"Hey, how goes it?" I said as I laid my coat on the back of a near by chair. He smiles and held out his hand to me. 

"Come're and sit with me tell me what you think of the music" He started playing with me sitting right by his side. Something was different about him mysterious odd but not so odd. The rest of the night went fine, we were lying on the couch cuddling, yeah yeah I know just hush. We often just cuddled and talked about just any thing. I sat up and looked at him. "Jackson, why haven't you ever made a pass at me in all these months?" I asked him straight out. He looked shocked as if I just pulled the rug out from under him. 

"Doll its not that I haven't thought about it cuz I have, truth is I have never had a relationship anything like this and I didn't want to screw it up. Now come back here and cuddle huh" Well who could argue with that, its true I had to agree our relationship was amazingly wonderful.

For a few weeks after that Jackson was playing his drums almost every night. I don't know what it was about the way he was played but what ever it was got to me ever night, it was heart pounding and it got into my very soul. Trying to sleep was almost impossible, I'd lay there and the beat would ripple through my body like something was caressing my body all over, then some how the tempo and beat would change to like if I was being kissed slow and passionately. I don't know what got into me but my body started reacting to the beat of the drums as he played. I could feel my body churning inside, a heat flushed my face, and a tingle started in the pit of my stomach and seemed to travel to the most sensitive parts of my being. I could feel the beat of the drums as if my heart was in time with them, my hands touched my body all over slowly wanting to feel every sensual part of it. My nipple's were hard as stone my skin was hot and getting hotter with ever hit of the drums. I could almost feel the vibrations of them on my skin. Every time he changed beats so did my body and its feeling. My eyes closed and my hand traveled down over my nipples, down my stomach and between my legs. My fingers grazed over my throbbing clit and it about made me jump out of my skin. I groaned so loud it surprised me and I bit my lip afraid some how he could hear me. My pussy was so wet I could not believe it; my finger started to rub it slowly and gently as my mind got swept away in the sound of Jackson playing, when the beating changed so did the movement of my fingers on my aching clit. I could not think straight it was the wildest most exciting feeling ever. My body was so excited and I was so close to cumming but then again not, as if the drums were in control over my body's actions. I was so tormented by the lust in my body, had Jackson been there, nothing short of death would or could have stopped me from fucking him like mad. That's how hot I was. I don't know how long I was like that, maybe the better part of an hour. Gods my body wanted to cum so bad I couldn't stand it much more. My mind was so clouded over with thoughts of him being the one making my body just have a fit and a half if I did not cum and soon. The beating got harder and faster and deeper into me that soon I could not stand it any more and I came so hard I screamed, and loud. My fingers were drenched with my juices and I was totally exhausted from this hard core masturbation.

Soon I was fast asleep any the drumming has slowed then stopped just as I went poof out like a light. That same deal happened 3 more times I could swear that Jackson was doing it on purpose, but how could he?

Who is Jackson Rive? Some times I wanted to go up there while he was sleeping and sneak around but well I can't just do that it would be violating our trust in each other, maybe I'll just ask him. Then one night oh about 3 months later, it happened every thing started changing, not for the bad, it was all good least if you ask Jackson and I we think it was good. I can't believe what happened. It was oh 11 or 12 and I was drawing some new drafts when I got this urge to go see Jackson. So I got up and went up stairs and knocked he pulled the door open even before my knock fell.

'Hey, come on in I have been waiting for you." Okkkkk first off he opened the door before I knocked two he was only wearing a pair of jeans, no shirt, no socks, no shoes just jeans and I could not help but notice the button was undone. Fuck me he was just gorgeous and I couldn't help it even if I tried I felt my heart start beating faster. He took my hand and pulled me in the door closed behind me with a thud and then I felt my back against the door with him right in front of me looking into my eyes with his. 

"I have been thinking." Was how he started, bending close to me and nuzzling my neck. "You know about what you said that night we were on the couch, well I want us to be closer to each other." He kissed my neck like nothing I ever felt before it was as if it set my skin on fire with a BANG. I swallowed hard and just kinda said mmhmm or something like that. 

"Do you have any idea how fine I think you are I mean hot, sexy smart funny." He said this all the time his chilly lips drug over my neck. He smelled me, and I could feel his breath on my skin giving me the chills. I kinda turned my head some and caught his arm and hand planted against the door by my head. Those arms, damm they had held me so many times before, now I wanted them wrapped around me for a totally different reason. Soon I felt a finger tracing over my throat where he had been kissing and teasing.

"Lana, I can feel your heart beat, I can hear it racing. Your breathing is getting harder" Damn what was going on he was seducing me with out even trying hard. He whispered in my ear softly.

"I want to taste you all of you, you smell so good I can't help but want you." I gasped when he said that I thought I was going to just melt right there his voice was like silk smooth and totally decadent. 

I found my hands were pinned behind my ass caught between the door and me and his body now was pressing to mine. His hand that had been playing down my throat was now trailing down the front of my V neck lined shirt.

"You are so sexy Lana ever since that first night we met I wanted you. Wanted you in my bed writhing under me while our bodies were locked in deep desire, so many nights I sat up here thinking about you, and every time just like now my cock got hard just thinking about having you in bed, on the counters in the bath room, the floors mmm the table. Hearing your screams echo the slapping sound of our sweaty bodies filling the room. My tongue licking that sweet slit of yours drinking in the hot juices as you came for me over and over again, even now I can't think of anything more I want to do is to spread those beautiful legs and burry my tongue so far into your pussy that the merest move of it will send you crashing, have you cumming so hard like you have never have before."

I could not believe my ears he was making me so wet and he had hardly done anything, the images of us fucking like wild just made me get even hotter and wetter . Holy shit I thought. What the hell got into him, he was telling me all about his fantasy about me and I just wanted him to tell me more. Soon I realized the sound I was hearing was the slow tearing of the material of my shirt. When I looked down his finger nail was slicing through the fabric as if it were a hot knife through butter. Then his hand slipped in side, cupped my left breast, and toyed with it. My nipples were already hard and straining against the silk of the bra cup. I heard my self groan at his touch. "Do you want me Lana?" he asked of me. I shook my head, but that was not good enough of an answer for him. 

"Let me hear it baby, I want to hear you say you want me as badly as I want you" My voice was barely even a whisper mixed with soft moans. "Yes Jackson, I want you sssss..." Was all I got out before his lips were on mine and his tongue was playing wildly with my own, I could not remember when any guy had EVER kissed me the way he did it was like the fires of hell in his kiss. Hungry, passionate lustful and he was giving them at to me in one hot torrid kiss. I felt my body just melting at the moment. His hand found the back of my neck and pulled me into the kiss even more, and I just went with it. I couldn't, well didn't want to fight it. I moaned into the kiss, as my hands behind me clinched into fists from the intensity of the furious kiss. I felt my lungs burning from lack of air, that how long he kissed me as if it was nothing to him to kiss me so long. Finally he broke it, I took a gasping breath, and my eyes opened slowly only to be meet with those dark eyes looking into me as if they were looking into my very soul. he whispered to me. 

"MMM your lips are as tasty as I had imagined. I have never kissed a pair of lips that I have hungered for more then yours Doll." His eyes seemed to dance when he spoke.

His hand pushed the cut shirt from my torso but not with out leaving a trail of hot kisses over my neck and shoulders. My head was swimming with the feeling of his body so close to mine. I had dreamt of this for so long it was as if I was in a living dream, what was going on why this 360 degree turn around. Part of me was yelling at me to shut up who cared, while the other was trying to figure it all out. Was he just seducing me cuz he wanted to get laid or was his passion genuine? I can't see some one being this passionate for just a one night thing.

"Jackson? Why? I mean why now after all this time?" I asked him in a soft voice almost afraid that if I said it louder this would end up being just a dream. He never stopped kissing and nibbling on my neck and it was making my knees so weak and made my slit just get wetter.

He met my gaze and his hand came up and caressed my cheek lovingly there was nothing but truth in those dark pools. 





The Deep Beat of the Drums



"Because, my lovely Lana I have found that after all these years I found the woman who's stolen this cold old heart of mine. I realized a few nights ago while I was on the roof looking at the stars that you were the only thing on my mind. The way you look and smell how you laugh, even how your nose wrinkles when you're working on something hard and you're putting all your self into the project. That's why; I want all of you in me, like when you're working. I love you Leeana." Damn me to hell but I was crying by the time he was done saying that. I had never know such love and passion except for my parents who had been married for *paused* gods going on 45 years or so. They married right after they got out of high school and have been together ever since. He smiled softly and kissed away my tears and then my trembling lips. I could taste my tears on his lips and it was the sweetest taste I have ever had, and not the sweet your thinking but the sweet emotion and love he had just poured out. Both hands came to the sides of my face as he kissed me so lovingly and tenderly I melted into his body, my hands moved from behind my body and wrapped around his back and trailed over his chilly pale skin.

Slowly Jackson's strong hands moved down from my face and over my arms over my sides and to my hips where they pulled me more to him and away from the door, his hands moved over the soft roundness of my ass and grabbed two handfuls before slipping under the short skirt I had been wearing and pushed it up almost all the way to my hips. Both hands found the lacy panties I was wearing and slipped under the back part and with a yank with such strength I gasped into the unending kiss, he had ripped them away. I could hear it the lace ripping, he pulled it way from me I knew for sure now he could tell how excited I was, I knew my panties crotch was soaked. I felt his hand throw them to the floor, then like lightning his hands grabbed my ass and lifted me off the floor, making my legs wrap around his waist. I felt that opened button and the head of his cock pressing up, if it was the head of his cock DAMMMM he had to be at least 7 or 8 inches long. He carried me to the bed and laid me down my hair fell about my face like a halo of dark water, he looked down at me and just seemed to softly growl as he ripped the bra I was wearing like it was nothing I could not help it, my back arched off his bed as it happened and my eyes closed it was so erotic I was lost in it..

Before I knew it I felt his naked body atop mine only then did I open my eyes and look at him, he had such a hungry look in his eyes like a man possessed by some animalistic need, but I wasn't scared of his look. His hand pulled my legs gently up his sides as he kissed me, my heart was racing so bad I thought it was going to burst. It had not even occurred to me that I was a virgin still! I was so lost in him that I forgot all time and space there was only he and I on his bed.

His hips came down and his cock pressed into me and I moaned, my brain was screaming *Please do it fast!*. I knew it was going to hurt like hell but he had not pushed all the way in, it was as if he was teasing me as his mouth found the slope of my throat and before I knew what had happened he had sunk his fangs into my throat. I could not scream my whole bodies tensed as the fire of the pain swept through me like wild fire, my fingers were locked with his as my hands had been held by his out away from my body or they would have been in his hair pulling him to me. All of a sudden he stopped and I let out a soft whine, my eyes opened and I could see my blood on his lips. He licked them and looked at me and he got a look of shock like he had been struck with a gods only know what he leaned down his face was just above mine. "Baby..You're a virgin aren't you?" he asked me and all I could do was gulp almost afraid to answer him so I just spoke softly. 

"Yeah, something wrong with that?" What the hell here I was in bed with some guy that was a VAMPIRE!???? And he was worried about me and my virginity?!!???

Ok that was too weird. "Jackson? " I said breathlessly.

"Are you what I think?" It was like some movie where you see two lovers face to face it was so surreal I could not even fathom what was going on. "Yes, I am. I am 700 years old and I am in love with you. Are you afraid? If so tell me Leeana and I will let you up and leave you alone never to bother you again" WHAT!? My mind screamed Leave me!! NO! 

He smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. All I could think of doing was pulling him down to me with my legs, which I did gently. "How's that for an answer Jackson" I said to him. "Do you know how precious what your doing is for me? A virgin's blood is so strong and pure for my kind that there is nothing more we cherish, it gives us such strength and power. I can feel you in me your part of me now and forever. I can feel your heart beating hear what you're thinking, the blood coursing in your body." 

"Jackson please stop." A tear rolled from my eye. "Please make me yours now before this all sinks in and I loose my nerve to do this."

"As you wish beloved Leeana, as you wish" His mouth was on me in a kiss then his fangs found that spot and sunk in almost so slowly I could feel them bit by bit. My mind raced my body was just burning with need, need for him. Then I felt him push deeper and my body tensed as I knew it was going to just be so painful, but my mind could hear his voice and it spoke softly lovingly to me. "Relax precious let your body go, leave your self to me"

What was I doing I was in love with a creature you only read and see on late night horror movies. And he was nothing like what I grew up seeing. I let myself go to him giving him free will over me. His hands grabbed my hips and held me steady as I could feel him feeding off of me but the pain was so exquisite I didn't care if he drank me dry. I knew he wouldn't, but all in all it did not matter. I felt my pussy starting to stretch around his enormous cock head making me whimper again. "I will love you for all eternity Leeana" I heard echoing in my head as his hips thrust into me fast and hard. I cried out not from so much the pain of him popping my cherry as they say but from the tremendous intense feeling I had at the very moment both the pain in my throat and in my slit mixed together and formed such pleasure I can't even begin to find the words to describe it. My fingers clinched so hard in his I swore I could have broken his hand. My breath caught in my throat after the cry out. Jackson stayed himself in me letting my body come down from its high before his hips started to move against me. My legs still caressed his sides and moved to rest my feet on his hips.

Even now thinking about it make my body ache and I can feel the beating of the drums in me, even my pussy is starting to get wet all over again like that first night.

I felt his tongue lick at where he had just been feeding off my sweet blood and I sighed, groaned, whimpered moaned all at the same time. He kissed where he bit and I could hear his voice in my ear. 

"We are forever joined my sweet Doll you belong to me for ever and I belong to you for all time" He spoke those words and I felt a chill run down my body, it only made me push my self into him. He rocked his hips into me each time burying his thigh shaft into my tender opening. I could feel it open wider to accommodate him only to clinch tight around him stroking his hardness with every move Dammm but it was wonderful I didn't care how big he was or how thick all I know was it felt fantastic, and that I did not want him to stop. 

"Fuck me Jackson... Hard and deep I don't care... just fuck me I can't stand the pain of sitting... on such a sharp edge...just hanging there not being able to fall over it." My words word's came in short spurts as I could not speak in one long sentence. He just smiled at me. "I plan to do more then that, I am going to ravage this body all night and forever show you such pleasure you've not even begun to imagine." His words just drove me insane my body reacted to them, Moving my hips even more, harder to his wanting it all not right then. I could see his smile as he just thrust harder into me pushing as far into my quivering slit as he could. My pants where wild and hard while my hands twisted in the sheets of his bed, my mouth fell open some as he grabbed my hips pulling me down harder into his piston like moving body. It felt like my whole body was arched off his bed leaving my head the only thing pressing to the pillow. I could feel his cock just throbbing in me and his balls slapping at my ass with his blissful jabs into my soaked womanhood. My skin started to get beads of sweat dotting my body as I could feel it now, that burn when you're just about just cum so hard you could just pass out from the sheer force of it.

The scream built in my lungs and eased it sway up my throat till I couldn't stand it any longer. It was like he knew how I was feeling.

"Don't hold back Doll cum for me let me feel you." He shoved into me a few more times and I was done, I thrashed under him wildly like a storm, my screams filled the air around us that was already hot and close, my whole body spasm and twisted. My fingers were clinched so tight they were white. My pussy just clamped down on him so hard I could hear him groaning. 

"Yes, yes baby that's it let it all go." His words filled my ear like some erotic something gods my mind was such a blur of things I could not think at all. Considering all the orgasms I ever had were self induced this was by far better then anything I could have ever imagined. I could not stop cumming and cumming over, and over again. Each wave and shock of my climax just ripping its way through me like the fires of hell were burning into me. He never stopped fucking me, not for a second did he let up it seemed he fucked me harder and then I hear his feral like growls and grunts, then I knew he was also close to bursting as well. Not a moment later I could hear him groaning loud as his cock just seemed to blow up inside of me spilling all his seed into my waiting now drenched cesium. His climax just pelted my inner walls with everything he had and more. I could feel his cock jump and twitch inside me banging on some spot that made me just writhe even more. 

Finally after gods knows how long we collapsed to the bed panting madly I gasped for breaths so hard my chest was beginning to hurt. I felt the weight of his body atop me and his hard fast breathing in my ear then a soft chuckle from him. 

"MMMM very nice Doll so very nice." I couldn't help but smile at his words and his chuckle. 

"Jackson that was mind blowing my whole body just..." groans, I had no words. The rest of the night and early morning we spent cuddled in his bed, he did not make love to me any more at least for now. He knew my body hurt in spots for obvious reasons. I must have fallen asleep with him cuz I woke up to hear him playing the piano. I laid there watching him my head resting on my bent arm, I just smiled I couldn't do much more. He was shirtless and just had his jeans on, his hair loose falling about his face he looked so hot and sexy I just couldn't believe my luck, and he was a vampire.

Truth be told no one knows this but him now ever since I was lil I always had some deep hope that not all vampires were like what they portrayed in the movies or what history had to say. 

"Sleep well princess" I heard him exclaimed over the tinkling sound of the music. 

"Mmhmm, how long was I sleeping?" I asked 

"Only a few hours I like watching you sleep" I arched a brow and sat up some. 

"Really how many times did you watch me?" He turned his head and leaned on the piano.

"Almost ever night I'd come into your place and just sit there and watch you. You did invite me in and come any time I wanted remember." "Um well ah." I chuckled 

"And just what else did you do while you were sneak'n around my place there Mr. Rive hmm?" 

"Oh went thru all your sexy lil things you have all this hot leather clothing in your closet, you know normal stalker things." He had this shitty ass grin on his face. For a moment I was like what; then it hit me that he was yanking my chain; I grabbed the bed pillow and threw it at him smacking him in the mush. He laughed at me, then faster then I could blink he had me pinned to the bed under him and was playfully growling down at me. My arms pinned over my head. 

"Now lil miss what do you think you're going to be able to do against me?" I smiled, giggled, moved my leg up between his thighs, and rubbed gently. I looked into his eyes and could see the passion in them. Jackson looked into my eyes, and whispered to me in a deep growling tone. "Don't start something you can't finish doll I have a hunger that is not easily sated" I looked into his eyes my face just glowing. 

"Let me feed that hunger Jackson. I want to be your sustenance. Just yours no others." Jackson smiled evilly but not the evil of a bad sort but the sort of evil they could enjoy. He began kissing me softly, he growled against my flesh and nipped making me groan and sigh some. Whispered "I am going to make you scream princess, the amazing thing about my race is sex is like food and I can eat for hours" I gasped at what he said my eyes going wide. I was not sure I wanted to know what he meant by that but before I knew what was happening I felt the cold of his lips on my neatly trimmed pussy which made me jump off the bed, but he had his hands on me and I could not move at all. It was like some sort of shock as his tongue lashed out at my clit making it already throb, I had no idea how he did it but FUCK ME if he stopped I thought I was gonna just burst. Soon his tongue was moving slowly over it and it felt as if he was writing with his tongue.

I don't know how long he had me pinned to the bed, seemed like for ever, every time I was close to cumming he would stop and look up at me and lick his lips. The torment and torture was exquisite, I could not think straight all I knew was I was pushing my hips up to grind to his mouth and every time I did he would stop and I whimpered which just seemed to egg him on even more. I could hear him chuckle as he looked up into my eyes when he brought his head up slightly. 

"You sure Doll you want to be my" wicked laugh "food?" He kissed up my body slowly till he was perched above me, even with the wicked laugh I knew I was not in any danger as his eyes told me the truth. He loved my body and soul, I knew what ever happened he would never let anything harm me, and for that matter I would never let any one harm him either. He spoke softly to me. 

"Leeana, I love you with all my heart, well as much of it as it is considering. I love your body with mine, but you can not be my only food as it were but don't worry you're the only food I do crave," he smiled and winked at me, I knew what he meant, I don't know what came over me I grabbed him and pulled him down and kissed him harshly wanting him more then earlier. He oooffed as I caught him off guard, soon my body pressed to his and pushed him over to his back so that I was looming above him. I broke the kiss and smiled. 

"As long as I am the only one you ever crave I don't care about the others." I started kissing down his chest and I could hear the breath catch in his throat as my warm lips trailed over his chilly skin. My fingers found the waist of his pants and with nimble fingers I played with the zipper pulling it slowly bit by bit the teeth clicking. I looked up with such coy eyes but coy was the last thing I was. I could feel the rock hard cock under my fingers twitch as the zipper came undone. His eyes flashed and he reached out for my face and caressed it slowly. Hey I might have been a virgin but I sure the fuck knew what a blow job was, and how to give them. I am not totally innocent ya know. 

I did not say a word as I pulled the pants away to free his straining beast. Nor did I waste any time as I licked at the thick pulsing head of his cock. I could taste the mix of both of us still on his skin, it excited me some how. Slowly my tongue licked more and slide over the whole shaft, then I took him all into my hot mouth. I heard him growl all primal and such as he jerked his hips some pushing deeper into my mouth. I had no trouble sinking all the way down on him which I think drove him insane, all I heard where his groans and growls. Slowly I moved up and down the whole length of him. It was hard and jumpy and I loved it. I guess since I never wanted any one fucking me this was my way out, but now with Jackson well he could fuck me morning night day 24-7 and I would not even care. I moved faster and faster on his raging shaft bobbing up and down teasing him with the sleek tip of my tongue. I could taste him and it was like nothing I had ever tasted before. In my mind I wondered if there was a difference. But I did not let up till I was pulled from his cock that I was tormenting and loving every moment. I felt him throw me to the bed stomach first and he pulled my hips back and plunged into me with such force I saw a bright flash of light and let out a sweet scream as I felt all 7, 8 inches of him burry deep into my dripping hole, I swore his balls were trying to push into me as well. His growls were so primal and animal as if I was just driven more to thrust as hard as I could into him. My mind spun out of control, I don't know if I was hearing things or if Jackson really said he was going to fuck me till I split in two. Either way it was erotic and the fucking was so hard it felt so good my mind screamed for more. It was like he could hear me and his onslaught never stopped. Not for a moment or a single stroke of his ramming cock, I could feel my pussy just tighten harder around him, his growls and groans became louder and more intense finally I could not take it any more I screamed. (And I mean screamed) so loud they could have heard me in Timbuktu. Did I give a rat's ass? Hell no, all I knew is I had cum harder then I did earlier, was it the whole pure lust animalistic thing, or did just the shock of being taken so fast and hard throw me into some lusty frenzy?

It was not over as I felt him pound harder and faster then a roar mingled with my scream and I felt him slam hard on more time and then the hot shower of him cumming filled me so much I could feel the mix of us dribbling down my inner thighs. He held him self in me jerking and twitching as my own walls contracted around him massaging his thick prick of all it had wanting it to empty it self into me. Finally my arms gave out my body quivered and it was covered in sweat I was breathing madly like I had run up all the stairs in the office building where I worked. That was 10 floors worth. I felt him collapse on top of me breathing as hard as I was. His voice spoke in a broken way. "Don't...ever...call me...evil again. That was not nice to tease me like that." he breathed into my ear and nibbled at it. "Unless you want to deal with that animal side of me that lust takes over. Then by all means tease away" I smiled and chuckled. Closing my eyes I just seemed to fall into a slumber. When I woke there were roses in the bed with me and a note.

I will see you this eve when the sun hides and my love rises with the dawning of the night

You're most beloved,

Jackson

What can I say the months have now past and we are totally inseparable, he has met my brother who, as a rule never thinks any one is good enough for me. Well to say the least when he met Jackson one night he had pulled me aside and told me he liked him and he was not sure why, but Jackson was the right guy for me. Jackson and I are about to be married in a few nights. I haven't told my brother what Jackson is nor do I think I ever will I don't think he would understand, I love my bro but some times he is such a knob. As in Door Knob! *laughs*




The Deep Beat of the Drums



Jackson has something planed for tonight, he says it's very important for me to be on time and to be dressed, I don't mean just dressed, I mean Dressed!! We shall see what tonight brings. I am not afraid of him or his past I know I love him good bad or indifferent.



The Deep Burn



A slow, deep burn began to incinerate Sydney's legs, the flaming heat traveling through her ass and up to the small of her back. The bar clashed back onto the rack as she finished her last rep, dark pools of sweat worn like badges of honor under her arms and the middle of her chest as the only visual indication of her hard work for the past two hours. Sydney had always been athletic, always playing one sport or another during her formative years. But she hadn't been lean like her most of her teammates, her solid body lending itself to an almost indomitable force to the strength of her movements. After graduating college, she had connected with a friend who loved powerlifting, and since she started 2 years ago she hadn't looked back. 

The sturdy, yet streamlined body that was reflected in the mirror had sculpted shoulders, defined biceps and an enviable set of abs that curved into a trim waistline. Figuring that all gym rats indulged in causal vanity every so often, Sydney shamelessly turned to the side, admiring the way her defined back gradually met her heart-shaped ass. Every guy who had touched it in the last couple of years couldn't get over how firm it was; they'd never met a woman who could squat, clean and snatch the way she could, and Sydney was happy to reap the physical benefits in addition to the mental. Her legs might not have been the sticks that seemed to dominate fashion and fitness magazines alike, but her every little movement highlighted a different section of hard-earned muscle that swathed her lower half. She was damn proud. 

"Hey Syd. Looked good today. Did you go up another 25 pounds on your heavy lift?" 

Darren was one of the many almost unrealistically beautiful personal trainers Sydney's gym employed, his college football years giving him a body enviable enough that people would pay to work out with him. 

"Nothing gets past you, Darren. But thanks for noticing. It felt good today. New protein shakes must be kicking in," Sydney playfully joked, throwing him a slap on the back as she made her way toward the stretching room. Picking up a teal yoga mat, she began her slow, end-of-workout routine. The stretching was as much physical as it was mental, allowing Sydney a period of transition between gym-time to the real world. The gym was a sacred place for her; ever since she spent more time there, she became the confident, spontaneous person she always knew she was but had never truly been able to express. 

As Sydney turned the corner into a usually vacant back room, she was surprised to find the Shadow Man. A frequent gym goer and avid lifter, the Shadow Man was very quiet, never really engaging the regular banter and camaraderie that characterized their gym. He stayed in the poorly lit side of the gym, the preconstruction side that had only been maintained for those early months after New Years when the place was overrun by people determined to keep up with fitness resolutions but eventually lost interest or motivation. Sydney had never been alone in a room with him. Their most substantial interaction had been a half-wave she wasn't even quite sure had been intended for her, or if he was just readjusting his dri-fit shirt. 

As a focused and motivated individual, Sydney had little patience for people who showed up at the gym simply to attract potential sex partners. Sure, that might've been a bonus (had Sydney ever managed to hook up with someone from there, which she hadn't), but it couldn't be the reason one showed up. In silent protest against these people, Sydney made sure she didn't let a wandering eye distract her from her primary lifting goals. It was difficult given what incredibly attractive people paid to be a part of her gym; several men and some women had caught her eye, but she was always able to shake it off. Except the Shadow Man. Sydney believed that intensity of his stare could make a terrorist confess to the most twisted and horrific plan, physical threat completely unnecessary. She had met his gaze a few times, noticing the way he watched her across the platforms, his full lips remaining flat and his face seemingly indifferent to her presence. As a woman in the heavy lifting area, she was used to the scrutiny, but Shadow Man's stare was different. It felt more intense. He wasn't just watching her movements; he seemed to be looking for something else. Waiting. Sydney wasn't quite sure what for, but her instincts told her that entering the stretching room at that very moment might shed new insight on the truth behind the Shadow Man. 

Startled as she was, Sydney maintained a cool façade. The Shadow Man was undoubtedly used to being swooned over; his thick abdomen was wrapped with well-defined obliques, his chest was broad and taught, and his ass wore his gym shorts like they had been tailor-made. Somehow, his body wasn't even what struck Sydney the most; that would have been the dark beard and wavy black hair that was wrapped up in the sexiest little ponytail. He was grungy in an athletic way, which was simultaneously confusing and amazing. The poker face Sydney wore was being tested for all its worth, given that the Shadow Man was doing a set of shirtless warrior poses as she entered the back room. She felt her knees weaken, but continued to march forward with purpose, determined to make it through her stretching and make it out of there without doing anything embarrassing or regretful. 

Dropping her mat, Sydney walked over to the wall and grabbed a roller from the wall. Before she could turn around, however, she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck. Easing around slowly, Sydney found herself face to face with the Shadow man, his piercing green eyes peering directly into her own hazel ones, and she could feel a renewed heat flush her entire body; this time, however, it wasn't from the burn of a deep squat or a perfect dead lift. 

"Um...hi? Wh-what do you think youre doing? A bit close, don't you think" She started softly, but the anger and disrespect of her sneaking up on her had hardened her resolve, so the last of her words embodied a certain power. 

"I didn't mean to scare you." His voice was deep, so low she could barely him at what she suspected was his normal decibel. The aroma of his sweat overwhelmed her, but it was cut with the musky sandalwood of his cologne that lingered post-workout. 

"Well, you did. Maybe you could give me a little bit of space." Her directive had the desired effect, and he backed off. The Shadow Man's green eyes searched hers, looking almost pained to move away, though his body respected her request as he inched toward his previously occupied space on the other side of the room. Sweat had beaded on Sydney's temples, and once she could no longer smell the Shadow Man's addictive scent, she wished her words lacked the venom that had made their delivery so effective. 

Grabbing the foam roller once more, she threw it down and began massaging her quad muscles, hoping to avert the all-too-likely soreness that would make itself known the next morning. She closed her eyes, face twisted as she felt her body caught between a blissful pleasure and necessary pain. The longer she rolled out her body, though, the less she could actually concentrate. Thoughts had lingered on the Shadow Man. Why did he get so close? What would've happened if she hadn't asked him to move away? Her curiosity began to get the better of her, and she allowed herself a quick peek across the room. His liquid eyes met her glance, as if he had been waiting for her to look back the past half hour. 

Surprised by the eye contact, Sydney quickly averted her gaze, but found his stare to be somewhat magnetizing. The two sat in the secluded back stretching room, watching one another in complete silence. The Shadow Man broke the trance as he stood up and moved towards the door. Sydney almost felt defeated. Sometimes the attraction is inside one's head, but she thought the air had almost been dancing with chemistry. She turned her head down as she tried to occupy her thoughts his stretching, pretending that she wasn't disappointed. 

The barely audible shutting of the heavy metal door still startled Sydney, and as she looked up, she saw that the Shadow Man was leaning against the inside wall. His hand drifted down as it clicked the lock of the doorknob that likely hadn't been pressed closed in a long time, if ever. She barely let herself be hopeful as a rush of adrenaline made her eagerly jump to her feet; she quickly realized maybe she should be embarrassed that she had so obviously shown her excitement, and then remained frozen above her mat. 

Eyes unmoving, the Shadow Man began to glide gracefully across the room, the muscles in chest pulled taut with each deep breath he drew. The closer he came, the faster Sydney's heart beat, the ragged pulsations echoed between her legs. When he finally approached her, he carefully raised a hand, reaching to tuck a stray hair behind Sydney's burning ears. He brought the other hand up, and gently cupping her face, his soft lips met hers. The careful, deliciously slow movement had Sydney completely mesmerized. She could feel her tight muscles begin to slowly relax, letting herself enjoy the smoothness. Her hands began to wander over his carved body, but the minute she grazed the deep v's of his sex lines, there was a sudden change. The Shadow Man pulled back, and for a very brief moment, Sydney was worried she had done something wrong, something to turn him off. What she soon realized was that she had found the spot that made him shift gears, moving from gentle desire to inconceivable hunger. 

Feeling his muscular hands grip her narrow waist, Sydney's shoulders met the cool cinderblock wall, and the Shadow Man roughly grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Staring into his steely eyes, Sydney was excitedly anticipating what he was going to do to her, though a small part was scared. But being scared of him was thrilling, especially when he was so close. As a muscular woman, Sydney was used to having some modicum of control when came to men. But this guy was huge in comparison to her 5'7 body, and he as he hungrily licked his lips, Sydney felt an unexpectedly intense pleasure in her vulnerability. 

Blissfully unselfconscious of her post-workout smell, Sydney could feel how wet she was between her thighs, a combination between sweat and pure excitement. The Shadow man roughly yanked down her skin-tight spandex, and moved his hands between her thighs to create space for his mouth. At first, he nibbled the inside of her thighs, though the biting gradually became harder and it sent a sharp but pleasurable sensation straight to her clit. Or maybe that was the sudden, fleeting flick of her nipple. It was like an electric shock that she craved even after just once. 

The Shadow Man's deft fingers twisted and pulled Sydney's nipples until she was sure she couldn't feel anything more mind blowing, his thick fingers pumping in and out of her pussy with an occasional tease over her clit. He abruptly stood up, his straight, white teeth slowly grinding against her rock-hard nipples, the extra friction eliciting a loud moan from Sydney. She was trying her best to keep her reactions restricted to heavy breathing given that they were in a very public room at their very well-populated gym- who knew when someone would wander back there and wonder about the locked door. Her loud moan was met with the salty taste of sweat as the Shadow Man's hand closed over her mouth. Now writhing against the wall, hands pinned up and mouth covered, Sydney was completely at the Shadow Man's mercy. 

Shifting positions, he dragged the restrained Sydney down the wall, legs splayed. One hand remained on her wrists and the other over her mouth, as he slid is own over her breast for another quick bite. He quickly moved south, as his swift tongue quickly drew a line from around her asshole straight up toward her clit, which was met with the deliciously sharp edge of his bottom teeth. Taunting her, he dragged back and forth between those sensitive spots, and Sydney was gasping for breath. Right as she was on the edge of climax, the Shadow Man momentarily let go of her mouth and wrists long enough to flip Sydney over onto all fours. A hard smack on her firm ass was followed by a surprisingly pleasurable grip on her smooth throat. The pressure was unexpected but so enticing, Sydney was practically bucking against the Shadow Man's hand that had continuing to knead and massage her clit. She came hard and loud, the noise somehow timed with a loud bang on the metal door of the stretching room. 

Sydney wasn't able to indulge in her panic for long; the Shadow Man jumped up and pulled her spandex over her hips, and then ran to open the door. 

"Why was this closed? Gym policy that all doors stay open; it's a fire hazard." Darren peered into the room, and saw a flushed Sydney looking back at him. 

"Hey, sorry Darren. It was so goddamn hot in here, so we turned up the AC and didn't want any of the cool air to escape." Impressed that she was able to spit out such a believable lie so quickly, Sydney took a second to mentally appreciate the rebelliousness of her teenage years that had taught to think on her feet. 

"Oh, okay. Just keep it open next time. If you let me know at the front desk, we can turn it down in the entire gym space- not a problem. Probably more effective too." Darren gave her a grin and a small wave before stepping out to continue his rounds. Sydney turned, but to her shock, the Shadow Man had not been privy to the exchange between her and Darren. He must have sauntered out while I was worried about coming up with an excuse, Sydney thought. Well, fuck. Sydney was still breathing heavily from her mind-blowing orgasm, combined with the adrenaline of nearly being caught on all fours, wailing like a banshee in sheer ecstasy. 

Striding across the room, she leaned over to pick up her foam roller, placing it carefully on the shelf from which she had plucked it. She stood there, briefly letting herself wonder if she would again be overwhelmed by the Shadow Man's musky, sweaty aroma. After a few minutes, she resigned herself to the acknowledgement that he was gone. Maybe he'll be back, she wondered. And when he does return I'll ready to pounce, she decided.



The Deep End Ch. 01



I'm not sure how one goes about telling their story to reads all over the world, but I'm going to give it a try. Let's see, I'll start this out by tell you a little about myself. At the time of this writing I'm 36 years old. My name is Tina and I've been married to the same man all of my adult life. 

I married Jeff at age eighteen, right after High School. And still to this day, 18 years later, Jeff still believes that I was a virgin the first time we did it. The truth is, I was dating Jeff and went to this High School kids party at his folks home that were gone for the weekend. Jeff couldn't make the party and was mad at me for going without him. So in other words, we were fighting that night. At the party they had some punch that was loaded. It was so good; you couldn't even taste any booze in it. I had maybe ten glasses of it and was feeling fine. Then all at once the shit hit the fan. I was just flat ass drunk. My girl friends were laughing at me. I couldn't walk or talk straight. I fell down a few times. Not a very lady like thing to do with a skirt on. But at the time I didn't care.

It wasn't long after my last slip and fall that Steve, a guy from School offered to give me a ride home. My girl friends all said that I should go home, sneak in the house and go to bed. So the next thing I know, Steve is helping me get in his pick-up truck for my ride home. I don't recall much of the ride home. I like opened my eyes to see that we had parked out at the lake that everyone goes to. You know lover's lane. Steve moved over next to me and had his arm around me. His face was right up in my face as he's telling me how cute I am and stuff like that. Then Steve turned into all hands. He was feeling up one breast then the other as he started kissing my neck and ears. I told him to stop it and tried to move away from him. I was right up to the door and had no place to go. He just kept coming and wouldn't stop. His hand went between my legs and under my skirt. As I tried to get his hand out his other hand went under my top and was trying to get his fingers in my bra.

I couldn't keep up in my drunken state. Then his finger hit the crotch of the little blue panties I had on. He started running his fingers up and down my pussy through my panties. And he had also managed to get my bra pushed up over my breast at the same time. Him rubbing my crotch had started making my panties wet. Plus him playing with my now hard nipples. He was now kissing me full on the mouth. I don't know why but all this was turning me on.

I had no power to fight him so I just gave in to the feelings that were taking over my body. Then I felt him pull the crotch of my panties to the side and slip his finger inside me. This was the first time a man had done this to me. He would sink his finger deep inside me then pull it out and rub my wet juice all over my clitoris. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I started working my hips in time with his fingers. Steve would stop kissing me as he moved down and would kiss and suck on each of my nipples. I was about to go out of my mind this felt so good, all of it. Then I knew for sure the feeling that was coming over my body. I was about to have an orgasm.

This was going to be my first one with a man. Sure I've had them by myself at home in my bedroom. But never with a man doing all the work. I don't know if I moaned out or my body was shaking or what, but he knew I was having an orgasm. Steve then said, that's a girl, cum for me. And man alive did I ever cum. my whole body was on fire. As I was still high on my orgasm, when Steve kind of pushed me down on the seat on my back. His hands went under my skirt and his fingers hooked around the waistband of my little panties. I raised my hips off the seat to help him out, as he pulled them down my legs and off. He put my one leg up on the back of the seat and the other on the floor. He moved in between my legs over the top of me. Then Steve dropped his pants to his knees. He then laid down on top of me.

I could feel him moving his cock around the entrance of my pussy. All at once he fond my wet little pussy hole. He pushed the head of his cock inside me. It hurt so bad I yelled out for him to stop, take it out. He didn't take it out but he stopped pushing so hard to get it inside me. I started to cry and asked him again to please stop, he's hurting me. He just kissed me and said, it will be ok, and we'll just take it slow. He just kept on screwing me real slow. Each time he got a little deeper inside me. It was still hurting but not as bad as it first did. It wasn't long at all until Steve moaned in my ear, Oh God Tina, I'm cumming. I could feel his cock jerking inside me, as he was cumming. He pushed all the way inside me as he came. I yelled, oh God stop, please stop it hurts to bad.

After he was done he sat up and cleaned himself with a paper towel. He gave me some also to clean up. I cleaned up the blood and sperm the best I could. My poor little pussy was on fire burning. I couldn't find my panties and Steve said, sorry I'm keeping them as a prize. I just said what ever, take me home. Steve dropped me off down the street from my house so I could sneak in. Once in the house I took a hot bath to try to get my sore pussy to stop burning.

The next morning it was still hurting but better than the night before. As I kept trying to put what happened out of my mind and move on. I kind of got way off my story. But that was my first time and like I said my Husband Jeff thinks he was my first. So let's not tell him other wise.

Jeff and I got married soon after we got out of High School. Jeff was working for this big paint store as a paint salesman. We didn't have a lot of money but we got by. After a few years I took on a job at a Sports-Health Club. Our sex life was very good but seemed to be going down hill after five years. I would wear sexy little outfits and things to help out or get things going.

Then one night after we got in bed Jeff said he had something for me. I asked, what is it? He then pulled a paper bag out from under the bed. He said, I hope you don't get mad, but it's something I would like to try on you. Sitting up in bed like a little kid I asked, well, what is it? Jeff reached inside the bag and pulled out this big black rubber dildo. My mouth just fell open. It looked like a real black mans hard cock. It had veins and all that stuff. I took it in my hand and asked him just what was he thinking of doing with this thing? Jeff moved up next to me and kissed me. Then he said, well, you have said in the passed you wondered what them girls see in black guys. I was thinking you could get a little feel of what they are getting right here at home.

I laughed and said, no way would this big thing ever fit inside me. Are black guys really this big? Jeff had pulled my PJ top down and was kissing my nipples as he said I don't know if they are or not. Would you like to give it a try? I just said, I don't know, as I was running my hand up and down it thinking how good it might feel inside me. Jeff moved over the top of me and hooked his fingers in my panties. Once he had my panties off he spread my legs wide open and started running his tongue up and down my pussy. He stopped and looked up at me and said, shall we try it? I just smiled and handed him the rubber cock. He then pulled some KY Jelly out of the bag. He rubbed it all over it making it look very wet and slick. I could feel the cold head of this cock as he started rubbing it up and down my now very wet pussy slit. Then I about jumped out of the bed. It started buzzing and vibrating. I just moaned and open my legs wider.

Jeff said, how does that feel baby. I moaned oh God that feels so good. Just then he moved the head of it right up to my clit. Oh wow, my God, yes, yes, oh yes. My hips had a mind of their own as they started humping up to this buzzing cock. All at once my orgasm started. I had never cum that fast before. I yelled out, oh yes, God yes, oh my God yes, I'm cumming, God don't stop I'm cumming. An did I ever cum! That had to be the fastest and best orgasm I had ever had in my life. After I had cum Jeff moved the head of it back down to my now very wet pussy slit. He lined the head of it up with my pussy hole. It was so slick and I was so wet the head just popped right inside me. Jeff asked me if I was ok? I moaned yes, God yes. Then he asked if I would like some more in me? Again I just moaned, yes, oh God that feels so good. Jeff pushed a little more of it inside me. Then he pulled it just about all the way out. Then back in again. Each time, going just a little deeper inside me. I was going out of my mind as I begged him to go faster and deeper.

I knew this big black buzzing cock was going to have me cumming again in no time. Then it happened, my body went off like a firecracker. I was pushing my hips up to get all of that cock inside me, as I was cumming. God it felt so good to be cumming with a big black cock inside me. As I was coming down from my orgasm Jeff turned it off and slipped it out of me. At the same time he kissed his way up over my breast to my mouth. Jeff them moved between my wide-open legs. I felt his hard cock line up to my hot and wet pussy. He just gave a little push and slipped all the way inside me. Jeff moaned in my ear, oh my God, now I know what it would feel like, to fuck you right after some other guy has fucked you. 

Jeff's comment got me thinking along the same lines. It was like a second guy was fuck me. I was so wet from the KY Jelly and me cumming and knew Jeff would soon be making me wetter as he came inside me. It wasn't to long at all before I moaned out that I was cumming and humped up to Jeff. He moaned back, me to baby, as he started fucking in me at full speed. He pulled my pussy tight to his cock as he started pumping me full of his hot sperm. I think we both passed out from the great sex we had that night. 

The next day I was off work so I slept in after Jeff left for work. I woke up thinking about last night. I jumped out of bed and started looking in all the drawers for that black rubber cock. I had no idea where Jeff had put it. I fond it and the tube of KY jelly in the bottom of his sock drawer.

I took it in the bathroom to clean it up. It looked like it had a dry crust all over it. As I was cleaning it I felt myself getting very horny. I was running my soaping hand up and down it like I was jacking it off. Once I had it all clean, I went back in the bedroom with it. I took off my robe and panties and got in bed nude. I was laying on my back checking out this rubber cock from one end to the other. My mind started running away on me.

I was thinking if a real black guys cock would feel like this one. And how much I would like to feel a real one in my hand. I knew that a real one wasn't going to come knocking on my door. So this one would have to do. So in my mind at that time, this was a real cock. I started sucking on it like I was really giving some guy a blowjob. As I was sucking on the head of it, my free hand was rubbing my very hard clitoris. My mind now had two guys in it making love to me. One of them had his cock in my mouth as the other was licking my hot pussy. I slipped two fingers deep inside my pussy and started finger fucking myself. From time to time I would pull my wet fingers out and rub my juices all over my clit. In a very short time I moaned out that I was cumming. After my great orgasm I was just laying there trying to get my breath.

I rubbed KY jelly all up and down the rubber cock. I turned the thing on the end of it and it started buzzing and vibrating in my hand. I touched the head of it to my clit. Oh, My, God that felt so good. My hips started rocking up to this buzzing cock. I had masturbated many times in the passed. But never, ever did it feel this good.

In just a matter of seconds I was cumming again. Only this time I was yelling that I was cumming. My body was totally out of control. I had just came two of the fastest times in my life and I still was looking for more. I opened my legs as wide as they would go. I put the head of that cock right at the opening of my wet pussy. I gave it a little push, and my pussy just opened up and let it in. I started working it deeper and deeper inside my pussy. 

My mind went right back to some black guy fucking me. I rolled my hard nipples around with my fingers. As my other fingers held on tight, to that vibrating cock. I started pumping that cock in my pussy like I was mad. If felt so good I couldn't stop myself. I had it all inside me but about an inch to hold on to. I was getting near cumming again so I moved my one hand from my nipples down between my legs to my clitoris. Oh, it felt so good. I was fucking myself as fast as I could. Just then another orgasm ripped through my body. I had my ass up in the air off the bed as I squeezed my clit, as I was cumming. I'm not sure if the people next door could hear me yelling or not. I'm surprised they didn't. 

I fell asleep and woke up around noon. I still had half of the rubber cock inside me. The battery was dead as I pulled it all the way out. I got up and went to the bathroom. After I was done I got right back in bed and started again. I took some batteries out of a flashlight and got it buzzing again. To make a long story short, I fell in love with that black rubber cock. I used that thing on myself maybe four or five days a week. Jeff would also use it on me. We started acting like it was some other guy fucking me. And after this made up guy got done, Jeff would move in and fuck me. We about worked all the black off that cock over the next five years or so. 

By this time in our lives, Jeff had moved up to Ass. Manager of the paint store. The same store he had been working at for years. We were making good money now but still not all that we needed to buy our dream house. I was also still working at the Health Club. This one guy named Bill was a regular at the Heath Club. I worked at the check in counter and was by my self-working most the time. Bill would always stop and talk to me. We got to be real good friends. Some days he would sit and talk to me for well over and hour at a time. He's married so I never looked at him as hitting on me. We would even sometimes do lunch together. He was just an all around nice guy, and very easy to talk to about any thing.

Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself here. The Manager at Jeff's store was quitting and going to some other company. If Jeff could move up to his spot as manager he would make about $200.00 more dollars a week. He asked the manager how he could move up and was told by him that he would put a word in for him to the area manager that it was totally up to him. Each day Jeff would ask how it was looking for him to get the job. Finally about a week before the manager was to leave he told Jeff that he thinks he knows a way that would get him the job for sure. Jeff was all ears, as he told him that the Area Manager, Larry liked to screw around. And, if Jeff could find a hooker, for him to screw all night. That would put a lot of points his way.

Jeff told me about his deal that night. He asked what I think he should do? I told him, for that job, get the guy two hookers, who cares. He laughed and said, hand me the phone book, I need to order up a hooker. Then Jeff looked at me and said where do I find a hooker around here? I laughed and said I don't know. Maybe you should check at some of the strip bars on the other side of town.

So this was the game plan. He was going to start looking after work the next day. He only had four days before Larry was coming to town.

Jeff didn't have the best of luck at the strip bars. For that matter he got slapped and told off by a few of the girls he asked. A few days passed by and he still was having no luck at all finding a hooker for that night. He tried calling friends and you name it, but couldn't find a call girl anywhere. We are both like, how can this be? We always read in the paper about them busting ladies of the night, all the time. And the one time we are looking for one, they all seemed to have went under ground.

We got up the Friday morning that this was to go down and still had no girl lined up. As Jeff is getting dressed for work I asked him what time this Larry guy was coming to town. He said around noon today and he flies out first thing in the morning. I asked, well what are you going to do? He looked at me with a sad face and said, what can I do, just hope he gives the job to me. I'll buy him lunch or something, I don't know. I looked at Jeff as sexy as I could and said; how about I play hooked for the night? He doesn't know who I am. Jeff had a look of shock on his face as he looked back at me. Are you kidding me? I wouldn't let you do that. I don't need the job that bad. Would you do that? Are you kidding or not? 

Now that I had put my foot in my mouth, I had to say something. I said, yes I could do it as long as you're ok with it. If it will help us both out, sure I'll do it. But only and only if we are both ok with it from the start. No one would have to know but us. It would be like playing out our fantasy we both now have of you making love to me after some other guy has.

Jeff still had a look of shock on his face as he sat down on the bed next to me. He said, I could never ask you to do something like this. This would be way too far off the wall. I could see his cock was fully hard and popping out of his shorts as we talked. I said, again, I'd only do this for us. We sure could use that extra money each week. 

I gave him a kiss and said, I think all this talk has you very horny. He laughed and said, you don't know how horny this talk is making me. He gave me a kiss and said, I don't know. He got up to leave but stopped before going through the door. He turned and said, let me think about this a little; I'll call you in a bit, then turned and left for work. 

After he was gone I was so horny from just thinking about doing this. I got that rubber cock out and lubed it all up. In my mind it was this Larry guy pumping me full of hard cock. As I slipped it deep inside my horny pussy. As I'm fucking myself I'm hopping that Jeff will call and say yes, lets do it. My clit was so hard as I rubbed it trying to put in my mind what this Larry would look like, was he hung or just regular. All this was going through my mind as I started cumming. I yelled out, oh God fuck me Larry, as I pumped my hot pussy up and down that rubber cock. I just kept cumming and cumming. I couldn't believe how hot I had gotten thinking about screwing some guy I didn't even know or have seen before. 

Then I'm thinking, what if it's some old guy or a big old fat guy? What do I do if that's the case? Then I would start thinking about the money again. Oh hell with it, if Jeff said to do it, I'll just close my eyes and let it happen. But I really don't see Jeff letting this happen.

Then about 11 am the phone ring and it's Jeff. Jeff said, I don't believe I'm saying this, but if you're willing to do this, I'm willing to let you. I said, Jeff I love you, and this will be for the both of us. Plus I have a feeling your going to like what you get once I get back home.

He asked what I was going to wear. I said I don't know. I really don't have any slutey clothes; I may have to run out to the mall to Frederick's of Hollywood. He said, yes, yes do that, and get something real sexy. Then he told me that Larry had a room at the Marriott so he would book me one there also. Then he asked how should we work you meeting Larry? Would you like to just meet him in the bar or what? I said no way, that too many people we know go to that bar in the Marriott on the weekends. I think it would be better if he just came to my room. Then no one would see us together.

Again Jeff asked, are you sure you're ok with this? I said yes, as long as you are. He said I think I am. Ok I'll be home around six. I'll stop and get the room keys so all you'll have to do is go over there.




The Deep End Ch. 01



I made the trip to the mall for an outfit. The sales girl was a big help at picking out something that guys love, both over and under things.

I got home and took a long hot shower. I couldn't keep my hands off my hard nipples and horny pussy. I started rolling my nipples around with my fingers as I rubbed my hot little pussy. I still couldn't believe that I was going to go through with this. And that I was so horny over thinking about it. I took the showerhead down and held the rushing water right on my clit. I squeezed my nipple as I moaned out I was cumming. My legs got weak, I came so hard. I was just hopping that this Larry wasn't some old fart that couldn't get me off tonight. 

I did my hair and was dressed and waiting on Jeff to get home by 5:45. Jeff came running in the house a little after six. He laid his eyes on me and stopped in his tracks. His eyes just scanned me from head to toe, with his mouth open. The first thing he said was, Holy fuck, do you ever look hot. My God you look sexy as hell. I wasn't real sure about my look so I asked him if I looked like a hooker? He shook his head yes and replied, hell yes you do, and a high priced one at that. 

I had on this very short pink, leather mini skirt, with a white long sleeved front button top. The top was more or less see through. You could see the red lace bra I had on under it plain as day. Black fishnet stockings and a pair of the highest open toe heels I've ever had on in my life. Something like five inch spikes Jeff walked over to me still eyeing me up and down. His hands took hold of the hem of my skirt and started pulling it up. Once he got it up to my waist he said, my God do you look sexy, I've got to have you. With my skirt up he was checking out the red lace garter belt I had on holding up my fishnets. And the next to nothing little red lace, see-through panties I had on.

We started kissing as his hands felt up my lace-covered ass. His hand moved between my legs to my lacey crotch. He pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and started fingering me. As hard as it was to do, I pulled away from him. I said not now, you'll mess me all up. He moaned oh baby I got to cum, you got me so hot here. I said ok sit down here. I had him sit in the chair and I took his super hard cock out. I got down on my knees and started kissing it. God was he ever hard, I've never seen him this hard before. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. I was pumping up and down on it as I sucked on the head. All at once he pushed my head down on his cock and he started cumming. It felt like he pumped a bucket full of sperm in my mouth. I don't swallow so I tried to keep it all in my mouth. I had to swallow some of it just so I could get my breath.

I pulled my mouth off his still hard cock. I still had a mouth full of his cum, most of that went in a towel next to his chair. I then asked him if he felt better now as I kissed him. He kissed me back and said that felt real good. Are you really sure about this? I just said, I'm willing if he's willing. Jeff then said, oh man Larry is going to love getting you in the sack. He'll think I paid a thousand dollars or more for you. I just can't get over how hot and sexy you look. I thanked him as I got up and pulled my skirt back in place.

As I was walking back to the bathroom to redo my hair. I looked back and asked Jeff what time all this was to take place? He replied that he had told Larry that he would call him once the girl was in the room. That it should be around seven or eight. I started to ask Jeff what this Larry looked like and how old he was. But I didn't for the fear that it might scare me off.

Well 7pm rolled right around and I was still at home. Jeff said, well it looks like it's time to shit or get off the pot. He hugged and kissed me and again asked if I was sure about doing this? I looked in his eyes and said, I think I can handle this as I gave him a long kiss. I was hopping none of our neighbors seen me leave the house in my sexy little outfit. Once I was at the Marriott and in the room. I was to call Jeff one last time before this all went down. As he had said I could back out at any time. 

My mind was going a hundred miles per hour as I drove to the Hotel. I still couldn't believe that I was doing this. And Jeff knew I was doing this. I was getting so horny thinking about just giving my body to some guy to use like a toy. I was going to be nothing more that a whore.

Sitting at a stoplight I didn't even realize that my fingers of my left hand were rubbing the crotch of my panties. Two guys in a pickup truck sitting next to me at the light honked their horn. I jumped and pulled my hand out from under my short skirt. My skirt was to short to cover the tops of my stockings as I sat. Them two guys sat up higher than me in their truck and had a good view down inside my car. One of them yelled, why don't you show us your tit's bitch? Just then the light turned green. I gave them the finger as I mashed the gas and let them behind. 

I pulled in the parking lot of the Marriott and parked the car. I checked myself out in the rearview mirror, took a deep breath and got out. It was very hard walking with them high ass heels on. I made it to a side door without falling down and went inside. My key didn't have a room number on it, but Jeff told me it was 2112.

I got in the elevator going to the second floor. Two men also in the elevator kept eyeing me up and down, but never said a thing. Once out of the elevator I made my way to my room. Once inside I took another deep breath. I was so happy that I didn't see anyone that I know all the way over there. Shaking I picked up the phone and called Jeff. I said, honey I'm here but I'm scared to death. Jeff asked what's the matter? I said, I just don't know if I can do this or not. It sounded real easy at home. But now it's like for real, I'm not sure I can do this.

Jeff said, let's just forget it and I'll come and get you. We don't need the money that bad, to put you through this. I replied, let me order myself a drink and think about it. I'll call you back. He said, fine and we hung up. 

I'm not a drinker at all. Two beers and I'm happy for the night. The hard stuff just kicks my ass and fast. I ordered three screwdrivers from room service. In no time at all, the guy knocked on my door with my drinks on a tray. He to eyed me up and down after he sat the tray on the table and turned to leave. The first drink I picked up and drank it right down. The second one I downed about half of it. Then I started just sipping it until it was gone. Then I started on the last one. The last drink was about half gone when all at once; I could feel my head getting hot. I'm fanning myself as I got up and walked around the room. I drank the other half down and stopped to look at myself in the mirror. 

I turned side to side checking myself out. Then I said to myself. Shit girl, you look hot as hell. Any man would pay to spend time with you. You can do this; you have the body to do this. Let's do it. 

I picked up the phone and called Jeff back. I said ok, send Larry over here, I can do this. Jeff said are you really sure about this? I said I think I am, but you make sure to be ready because I'll be home as soon as he is done. Then it's your turn and that's what I'm looking forward to. 

Jeff didn't say anything. Hello, what's the matter I asked? Jeff replied I told Larry that I paid for you to spend the night with him, like in all night. I said, all night, till in the morning? Yes Jeff said. I laughed and said oh hell he's a guy. He'll pass out after he comes and the next thing you know, it's morning. So call him up and send him over. Jeff said, ok I'll call him now. But don't forget if it should turn bad or something just leave and call me. We said our, I love you to each other and hung up. 

I fixed my hair a little and looked myself over on last time in the mirror. About five minutes later I got a knock on my door. My heart started pumping faster and my legs got weak as I went to the door. I open the door and about fell over. This was no old fat guy. He looked a lot like Mel Gibson, but in his 30's. I my mind I'm thinking, oh my, this may not be so bad after all, as I said hello, come on in.

He said your Ann right? I forgot about the name change that Jeff had given me. I said yes, yes I am and your Larry. He closed the door and said yes that it's, nice to meet you. We walked into the middle of the room. Larry said, my, my where did Jeff find you at? Turn around for me so I can check out that ass on you. I turned all the way around for him. I jumped when he walked up to me and took each of my breasts in his hands. He was squeezing them and playing with them, as he said, are these babies real, they feel real? I said yes they are, all real. 

He then said get that top off baby I need to see them nice tits of yours. This was not the kind of foreplay I was thinking about in my dreams of this day. I forgot that this guy thinks I was paid for just to make him happy. And it doesn't matter what makes me happy. So I had to just play the game so to speak.

Larry sat on the end of the bed and watched me as I took my top off. Next I unhooked the front hook on my bra and let my breasts fall free. His eyes got real big as he said, come over here and put one of them hard nipples in my mouth. I did as I was told. He would kiss and suck on one nipple then the other. He had both his hands under my skirt feeling up my ass. His nipples sucking felt really good. My nipples kept getting harder as he played with them. Then all at once he stops and tells me to get out of that skirt and panties. 

As I was unzipping my skirt I saw he was getting out of his clothes. He stripped down to a pair of boxer short and jumped back in the bed. I dropped my skirt to the floor and he moaned out. God damn, why don't all girls wear garter belts. Man they are so fucking sexy. Ok baby lets drop them sexy little panties. I slowly started pushing my panties down my legs. The girl at the mall was right. She told me to wear the panties over the garter belt, not under it. It makes it so much easier to remove your panties and let the other stuff stay in place. My little panties went down my legs to the floor.

Larry said give me them fucken panties. I handed them to him and he put them right up to his nose and was sniffing them. Never had I seen anything like that before. Then he tells me to turn around and bend over so he can see my pussy. In all my life I've never felt so low and turned on at the same time. I did as I was told again. He moaned out again, shit your pussy looks so pink like it needs to be eaten. Then he tells me to get my ass over to him and lay out on the bed on my back. Again I did just what he told me to do. Larry moved in next to me on the bed.

He started kissing my neck then moving down and sucking on one nipple then the other. His fingers went right down to my super wet pussy. He sank two or three fingers in me real slow. I moaned and pushed my hips up to his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them right in his mouth suck my pussy juice off them. Them he put his fingers up to my mouth for me to suck on them. I was so horny by this time I just opened my mouth and started sucking my pussy juice off his fingers. This was the first time that I had ever done anything like that. 

Then he started kissing his way down over my belly. He took hold of both my legs and opened them as wide as they would go. He kissed his way right over my bush. Then his tongue went deep in my pussy hole and licked all the way up to my clit. He stopped licking and said, my God is your pussy ever cute. It's so pink, it looks like and eighteen year old pussy. And it tastes so good. After saying that he went back to tonguing my hot pussy. He would suck on one pussy lip then the other. Then he tongue fuck me with his long tongue. Next he was sucking and biting on my clit. 

I was going out of my mind, this licking I was getting from him was going to have me cumming real soon. I took hold of his head and held him tight to my pussy. He started licking me from top to bottom. Stopping to flick my clit around with his tongue. My orgasm came through my body like a wild fire. I hadn't cum like this in a long time. My body shook as I tried to pull his head inside my pussy. I yelled out real laud, Oh my God yes, yes I'm cumming, please don't stop oh yes, yes. Oh did I ever cum, not in all my life had I ever cum so hard. 

I was trying to get some air back in my lungs as Larry was climbing up over the top of me. He had taken his boxers off and I got my first look at his cock. I should say, hard cock. I looked to be about the same size as my black rubber cock. Only thing, this one was white and had a man hooked to it. Jeff is only about half the size of Larry. 

Larry said to me, I love making hookers cum, was you faking or did you really cum? I laughed and said no faking here. I came like never before and loved it, thank you. Larry said your welcome baby, now lets see if we can get you cumming again.

Larry moved back on top of me. Stopping to kiss and suck on each of my hard nipples. He said God you have great tits as he's feeling them up and still kissing one nipple then the other. Then Larry reached down between us and grabbed a hold of his hard cock. He lined it up to my very wet pussy hole and started it in me. I just raised my hips off the bed to help it slip inside me. And slip in it did. Oh God it felt so good going in me. He had about half of his cock in me when he pulled out then slowly pushed all of it inside me. He was pumping in and out of me real slow. Making sure I got to feel all of his cock inside me.

Right at that time I was no longer a housewife acting like I was a hooker. I was just a slut whore needing to have all this guys cock inside me. I hooked my legs around his back and hugged him tight to my body. I was panting in his ear, oh God fuck me, yes, God, yes faster. He started pumping in me like a mad man. His cock would come all the way out of me then back in as deep as it would go. My head started flopping from side to side. I couldn't believe that I was going to cum again so soon. I started pumping my hips up off the bed to keep time with his fast fucking. Then I went over the top I yelled out that I was cummmmmmmmmmmming. And that was just the start.

He moaned in my ear, I'm cumming to baby as he pushed very deep inside me. His cock was jerking inside me as he pulled it out just a little then jammed it back in me. It kept jerking as he kept trying to get it deeper inside me. Once his cock stopped jerking he collapsed on top of me. He gave me a kiss and said, mother fucker are you ever a good fuck. Don't let me forget to get your number. Then he rolled off me. My pussy made a wet sucking sound as his cock popped out of me. He left a trail of hot sperm across my leg as his cock drug over it. I could feel gobs of sperm running out of my pussy and down to the bed. I have never been this satisfied after sex before in my life. This guy really knows how to make a woman happy in bed.

Larry lit up a cigarette and offered me one. I turned him down and just laid there looking at the ceiling, still not believing what had just happened. Larry had maybe three cigarettes as we rested. He put out the last one then started kissing my right nipple as he played with the other one. He said, boy these little nipples sure come alive fast. He had my nipples hard as rocks again. Then he said ok baby, here comes the dogs. I was sure what he meant but soon fond out. He had me get on my hands and knee's, dogie style.

Larry got behind me and was running his hands all over my ass. He said, fuck girl, you have a nice ass. And this garter belt and stockings, wow this is too much. Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass? I jumped and started to pull away from him as I said no, and no one is going to. He laughed and pulled me back in front of him. Just kidding baby, myself, I don't like shit on my dick. I looked down between my legs and could see his cock was fully hard again. He slipped a few fingers inside me and said, my, my girl; you're sure sloppy. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his hard cock. One big push, and he was all the way inside me. I moaned out, oh God yes, as I pushed back to him and his hard cock. And away we went, fucking like High School kids.

He was playing with one of my breasts with one hand and rubbing my hard and wet clit with his other hand. I couldn't believe how fast I started cumming again. This guy had me cumming faster than my vibrator could. I was out of my mind with lust. I yelled out to him, Oh God I'm cumming again. Yes, yes, fuck me, yes fuck me, oh yes fuck me hard. He said, oh my little whore is cumming again. You like to be fucked like a dog don't you? I half moaned and yelled yes, yes as my orgasm took off. I pushed back to him as hard as I could. My face was deep in the pillows. I just kept cumming and cumming. I would think it was over and I would start cumming again. Larry now had a hold of my hips pulling me back hard on his cock. He was pumping my hip back and forth so fast; I couldn't even keep up. He moaned here it cums baby, and started pumping my hips even faster. I felt his hard cock start jerking inside me and I knew I was getting another load of his hot sperm deep inside me. 

He gave me a few more hard pokes as I tried to milk all the sperm from his cock. I was so wet I couldn't hold on to his cock in my pussy. He pulled out of me and I felt his cum running down my legs to my stocking tops. He then slapped my ass, not hard, but like a love slap, and said, mother fucker girl, you're going to kill me here. I laughed and said who's going first, my God. 

We both fell down on the bed laughing After a little bit I got up to go to the restroom. When I returned to bed Larry was out like a light. I sat down and looked his body over. Man he was in great shape all the way around. His cock was now soft and lying off to the side. I was shiny wet with both our cums all over it. I started thinking, should I get dress and sneak out now or what.

I wasn't sure what to do. I laid down next to Larry and took his wet cock in my hand. I'm thinking, why didn't my Husband Jeff have some meat like this between his legs? I was just play with his wet cock and I must have fallen asleep also. I started dreaming about something and the next thing I know, I'm cumming again. 

I opened my eyes to see Larry had just fingered me to an orgasm. I could see it was day light from the light coming through the windows. I wasn't sure what time it was. But one thing I was sure of. Larry had a big hard on and was ready to fuck. 

He laid on his back and was stroking his cock. I had never seen a guy jacking himself off before. So this really turned me on. I asked him, could you make yourself cum for me? He laughed and said yes I could, but that's what Jeff paid you to do, make me cum. So why don't you just sit your hot little pussy right down on this, as he waved his cock around? I was hopping to see a guy jack off for the first time but sitting on his flagpole sounded pretty good too. 

I got on my knees over the top of him. He started playing with my breasts as I took a hold of his hard as steel cock and lined it up to my pussy. Oh my God I moaned as I lowered myself down on his cock. He was squeezing my nipples as I started rocking on his cock. I started out slow but that didn't last long. Before to long I was riding his cock like I was on a wild bull. I've never had sex like this. It was wild, hot; no strings just all out fucking. After a short time of this I moaned oh God I'm going to cum. Then his fingers go between my legs and he squeezes my clit. I blew up, that set me right off. My body shook as I yelled I was cumming. I squeezed his arms as hard as I could as my orgasm went through me. 




The Deep End Ch. 01



He then took a hold of my hips and started pulling my pussy down on his cock as hard as he could. Then all at once he yells, blast off baby. His cock just kept jerking and jerking as he pumped load after load of his cum in me. Me head was spinning as my orgasm was coming to an end the same time as his. I fell over on his chest out of breath. His cock was still deep inside my pussy. 

He gave me a kiss and said, you're the first hooker that I've had that has cum so much. You really know how to make a man feel like he's doing a good job. I panted out, trust me, you did a good job.

Then he kind of pushed me off the top of him. I landed on the bed right next to him. Again I felt his sperm running out of my wet pussy. He got up out of bed and said, baby I hate to rush you but it's 7 am and I have to be at the Airport by 9, as he was dressing. He got in his wallet and handed me three new hundred-dollar bills. He said here is a little tip for you. I know Jeff paid you so this is from me. Then he gives me a pen and tells me to write down my number. I wrote down my pager number and handed it back to him. 

He said, ok, I'm off to the shower, thanks for the good time, you were great, see ya. And out the door he went. Talk about a slap in the face. I'm laying there in a garter belt and stockings, with his sperm dripping out of me and all I get is see ya? Then my mind falls back in place; shit I'm just a hooker to him. Nothing more than a whore.

I picked up the phone and called Jeff. He picked up on the first ring. He said are you ok? I said I'm fine it all went ok. When will you be home he asked next? As soon as I get dressed I told him. Then he said I took off work today so we'll have all day together. I said ok that I'll see you real soon and hung up. I put my panties back on first in hopes that I could keep from all of Larry's sperm running out of me. Next I put my bra on and went in the bathroom. I cleaned most of the dried cum off the insides of my legs and stockings. I looked at myself in the mirror. My God I looked a mess. I looked like a well used hooker.

I jumped in my skirt, top and heels and headed for the parking lot. I pulled in my drive about 10 minutes later. Just as I got out of the car the neighbor next door was coming out of his house. He waved and said hi Tina. He's always joking around so the next thing out of his mouth was, Shit Tina, did you start a night job, nice outfit? I just laughed and said it's a long story and walked in the house. 

Once inside Jell was standing there dressed in just his under shorts. I could see his cock was hard and pushing to get out of his shorts. He came up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. He then took me by the hand and led me into your bedroom. We laid down on the bed together. Jeff was more or less looking down at me. He said, God you're so beautiful and sexy looking dressed like this. Did Larry like your outfit? I said I think he did. Jeff unbuttoned my top and started feeling up my breasts through my bra. Next he unhooked my bra and set my breasts free.

The hundred dollar bills fell out that I had stuck in my bra. I laughed and said I got a tip. He smiled then took turns kissing and sucking on my nipples. As he was sucking on my nipple his hand started moving down my body. It got to my fishnet-covered leg and started back up but under my skirt this time. Once his finger got to the super wet crotch of my panties he stopped. He whispered in my ear, is this what I think it is? I moaned it sure is and lots of it. Jeff said oh my God this is so unreal. He ripped my new little panties right off me. He was running his fingers in and out of my sperm filled pussy. He moaned in my ear, oh God that feels so hot and wet, God I've got to fuck you right now.

I didn't even get my skirt off. He spread my legs wide open and shoved his hard cock right in me. He moaned out, oh I never dreamed that it would feel this good. God Larry's cum has made your pussy so hot and wet I can'' believe this. Then he moaned that he was cumming. I'm thinking my God it must feel good to him, he only pumped maybe six times in me before he started cumming. His cock kept jerking as he moaned out his orgasm. After he came he started kissing me as he kept on pumping his cock in me. I could tell he wasn't fully hard now but it felt like it was getting hard again. That hasn't happened in a long time. Then in just a little bit his cock was fully hard and pumping in me again. He was kissing me and still telling me how good it feels having another mans cum inside me.

I'm thinking, oh my God, I how have two men's cum washing around in my belly. And God it felt so good. I started humping my ass up to Jeff. He raised himself up on his arms like he was doing push-up as he slammed his cock in me. I started rubbing my sloppy clit around making it all feel that much better. All at once I shook and yelled out, Oh God Jeff, I'm cumming. Cum with me, on God yes, cum with me, I'm cummmmmmmmming. Jeff pushed as deep as he could in me and moaned, ohhhhhhh yesssssssss, I'm cumming. Again I'm feeling a hard cock jerking inside my pussy. That night turned our sex like right around. 

Jeff will now screw me with my rubber cock as he's telling me that it's Larry fucking me. In my mind I can put myself right back in that room with Larry's hard cock driving me out of my mind. But it also has some other things that have changed in our lives. I have gotten to like another mans cock inside of me. Jeff doesn't know all this. So I'll have to tell you all about this in my next story. If you liked this, please let me know and I'll start on my next on.



The Deep End Ch. 02



If you recall from The Deep End part one. My name is Tina; I'm married to Jeff who now is the Manager of a large paint store in our town.

Jeff got to move up to Manager after I acted like I was a hooker, hired by him to screw his Area Manager Larry, for the night. The playing like I was a hooker was great fun on my part. It was some of the best sex that I'd had in years. Jeff my Husband loved the fact that I came home with another mans sperm in my belly. And Larry the Area Manager still thinks my Husband paid a $1,000.00 for me to spend the night with him. So ever body was happy after it was all over.

I'm still working at the Sports Health Club, at the check in desk. My friend Bill that comes in and spends hours just talking to me. Still comes in four or five times a week. He'll bring me coffee and like I said before, we've even done lunch together. But that's as far as it has gone, just friends. Seeing how we are both married, I feel safe around Bill.

One day Bill was in and as we talked, I told him that my drier at home quite working. I told him that I had to call someone out to fix it. That Jeff doesn't know anything about fixing that kind of stuff. Bill said, hell I'll come by and take a look at it. Most the time it's some little part that don't cost shit to fix it. I gave Bill my address and phone number. I told him that I get off at three and should be home by three thirty.

I got home and changed into shorts and a tee shirt. Right on time Bill knocked on the door. He had his toolbox in hand. I offered him a beer or something. He said he'd just have a Coke if I have any. I took him in the laundry room where the drier is. I forgot to pick up all the clothes lying around the room before Bill got there. As I was picking them up and moving them out of the way some of my lingerie fell on the floor. I turned as red as fire when Bill bent over and picked up about six pairs of my sexy little silk panties and handed them to me. He only said, very nice as he handed them to me. I got all the clothes moved out of his way. I covered up my panties and bra's with the other clothes. Then went in the other room to get his Coke, still not believing Bill had just seen all my underwear.

When I returned with his Coke he had the front of the drier off and was on the floor looking inside it. I sat down on the chair and talked to him as he worked on it. He took some part out of his toolbox and installed it on the drier. He then turned it on and right off. Bill said, ok that takes care of that. He put the drier all back together and it worked fine. After he washed up we sat at the kitchen table and talked. I offered to pay him but he wouldn't take anything.

A month or so later Bill fixed the brakes on my car. So from that time on, he more or less turned in to my handy man. I told Jeff about it and he was fine with it. He didn't know how to do a lot of stuff. One time Bill came over and helped Jeff put in some new wires for the TV, so we could get cable in the bedroom.

Jeff and Bill got to be pretty good friends over a little time also. Then one time Bill came over with his wife Lynn. She was real nice also.

To make a long story short the four of us started doing every thing together. We'd go out to dinner, movies you name it. We would even go to each other's house for dinner. We got to be the best of friends. And Bill stayed my handy man whenever I needed him. And Lynn was fine with the fact of him helping me out, that's what friends do. After several months, our friendship was still growing.

Then one day the heater on our waterbed went out. I picked up a new one to replace the old one. I call Bill and ask him the best way to get all the water out of the bed. He said that he had a pump and would bring it right over. Bill showed up and we hooked up some hoses and started pumping the water out. Someone had to hold to hose that went into the bed so it didn't fall over. Bill was holding it then I said that I would hold it for a little bit so he could take a brake.

I was sitting on the frame of the bed holding this hose. Bill was now sitting across from me. I had on this not super short but a short jean skirt, maybe mid thigh. I looked at Bill and could see his eyes glued looking up my skirt at my pink lacey panties. The way I had to hold the hose I couldn't turn to block his view. So I just sat there talking to him. Bill's eyes would go from my face right back to my panties. Don't ask me why but this was kind of a turn on for me. And from the looks of the lump in Bills pants, he liked the view also.

After ten minutes or so Bill took over holding the hose again as I went to fix us some coffee. Once I came back with the coffee I sat down in the chair across from him. This time I knew I was giving him a little look under my skirt. I just acted normal like I didn't know he was looking. God this was fun teasing him with looks at my panties. I hoped I wasn't making a dark pink wet spot in them. Because, all of this was really turning me on.

Over an hour later we got most of all the water out of the bed. Again I'm sure Bill got some looks at my panties as we both pulled and tugged that big wet mattress out of the bed frame. We replaced the old heater and worked the mattress back in the frame. I slipped once and fell on my butt; knees in the air and legs spread wide open. Bill got a very good view under my skirt that time. We both laughed as he helped me back up and asked if I was ok? Once the mattress was all back in place. Bill hooked up the water hose and started filling it. We moved into the living room for an easy chair until the bed refilled.

Bill was sitting next to me on the davenport. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV. He turned to me and said he really like the way I had my hair fixed. I thanked him then he said, it looks so soft, and can I feel it? I said sure as I bent over towards him. Bill took the hair on each side of my face in his hands and was feeling it. Then all at once his hands went around to the back of my head and pull my face to his. Our lips met as he started kissing me long and hard. I didn't even try to pull away. I just kissed him back. His tongue went between my lips and right into my mouth. I just moaned and tried to suck it in my mouth. I was getting hotter by the second. As we continued to kiss Bills right hand very softly started squeezing my left breast. I don't know if he could feel my now very hard nipple inside my bra or not. All I do know is that both my nipples got so hard they hurt.

As he was kissing my neck then back to my lips, his hand moves to my waist and started up under my tee shirt. How he started squeezing and feeling both my breasts through my little lace bra. By this time I was so hot and horny I was loving his hands on my breasts. Bill gave my bra a little pull then pushed it up and over my breasts. I knew he could feel my hard nipples now. As he played with one breast then the other. He squeezed and rolled my nipples around with his fingers. I just moaned in his mouth as we kept on kissing. I was running my finger through the hair on the back of his head. I had forgot that I was married and the fact that I was in my living room. Right now all I knew for sure is that my body needed what was happening to it right now.

Bill pulled his hand out from under my shirt and placed it on my knee. As we still kissed his hand started moving up the inside of my leg. Very slowly he let his fingers slid over the inside of my thigh. I moaned in his mouth again as I even opened my legs a little wider for him. His soft fingers on my skin was driving me wild. As his hand went under my skirt I couldn't get my breath. I was breathing very hard in his mouth. Then Bills fingers hit the crotch of my panties. I just about had and orgasm right then. Slowly he ran his fingers up and down my wet crotch. Oh my God did that feel good. My hips had a mine of their own as they started moving to his fingers. Bill's fingers started working on my clitoris right through my little pink panties. I moaned out, Oh God Bill, your going to make me cum. He moaned back to me, oh your pussy is so hot, so wet. I've got to eat you; can I eat your pussy?

Bills dirty talk did it for me. I moaned oh God yes you can eat me. Then I yelled OH YESSSS. Right there, yes, yes, I'm cummmmming. My body shook as I pushed my pussy up to Bills hand. Wow what an orgasm I had. Bill and I both moved down to the floor. Still kissing as we pulled each other's clothes off. My tee shirt went up and off, along with my bra. Bill was down to his jockey shorts when he unzipped my skirt and pulled it off me. How both of us were down to just our under pants, we fell back on the floor and got into a long hot kiss. Both of us were feeling each others body up as we kissed. I ran my hand down between us only to find Bills very hard cock. It was still half inside his underwear and the other half sticking out above the waist band. I took his hard cock in my hand and slowly stroked it. He moaned in my ear as he started kissing down my body.

His cock slipped out of my hand as he moved down to kiss my nipples. Man did he know how to suck on nipples. He was squeezing my breasts like in a ball that made my nipple poke out even more. Then he would suck it in his mouth. Next Bill moved down to kissing my belly. He hooked his fingers in my panties and slowly pulled them off me. Then his tongue went right from the bottom of my breasts to my hard little clit. Bill then started licking my slit from top to bottom. Making sure it hit my clit each time he licked. Bill looked up at me and said, I just knew that your pussy would taste good.

He ran two or three fingers deep inside of me. As he was finger fucking me he sucked my clit right in his mouth. I moaned out, oh yes, as I held his head in place. His finger fucking and clit sucking got me going again fast. Like I wasn't going in the first place. I was rocking my hips begging Bill not to stop. He didn't stop he went faster. I pulled his face to my cumming pussy and yelled, oh God yes, I'm cumming, suck me, oh yes suck my clit. He wouldn't stop sucking on it. I was going out of my mind. Finely I had to push his head away; I couldn't take it any more. Bill sat up and said, I think you liked that? Getting my breath I replied liked? That was great, my God.

Then he slowly pushed his middle finger back in my very wet pussy. He said, I think this thing is ready for some cock. I just moaned out, you think so. I knew full well that I was ready for him to screw me. Bill slipped out of his underwear and got over the top of me. His hard cock was swinging back and forth as he moved between my legs. I opened my legs as wide as I could to welcome him inside me. Then I took like a hard blow to the belly.

Bill asked me what time Jeff would be home. I'm thinking, oh my God, what am I doing. I'm about to cheat on Jeff with both of ours friend. Just then I felt Bill slip his hard cock inside me. I jumped and tried to get away from him. He said, what's the matter with you? I said, we can't do this, I can't do this. Bill kissed me on the cheek and said, come on, who's going to know? All the time he's trying to talk me into it, he's still pumping his cock in me. I said, your wife is my friend and I'm doing this to her. Bill then kissed me full on the mouth again. A long and hard kiss again. The feelings in my pussy were starting to take over my mind again. I broke the kiss and said again, we can't do this. Bill kissed me and said, I know we can't.

About that time I gave up and moaned out, oh God this feels so good. Bill said, oh yes your pussy is so hot. The next thing I know I have my legs locked around Bills back fucking his brains out. Bill cock was about the same size as Jeff's, maybe a little fatter but not much. The thing is it wasn't the same. I don't know what I'm trying to say. He just didn't screw me the same as Jeff. It was like he put a lot more into it. What ever it was, it was great. Again the fact that I was married was totally out of my mind at the time.

It seemed like each time Bill pumped into me, his cock somehow drug over my clitoris, God that felt so good. Bill bent over and sucked one of my hard nipples in his mouth, as he pumped in me hard and fast. My pussy was on fire and I knew the only thing that could put it out would be Bills hot sperm. My orgasm started through my body like a big wave. I put my feet flat on the floor an pushed up to Bills hammering cock. I started moaning, oh yes, yes, yes, I'm going to, oh God I'm going to cum. Bill then kissed me full on the mouth again and moaned I'm going to cum also, Tina. Lets cum together, yes, oh yes. I yelled out, oh God yes I'm cumming, yes, yes cum with me. Bill gave out a deep moan and pushed as hard inside me as he could. Both our bodies started shaking as we came together. I felt his cock jerking and jerking as he pumped his cum deep in my welcome pussy. I worked my pussy lips on his cock trying to milk all the cum out of him. Bill collapsed on top of me. Still giving me little pushes with his now shirking cock.

He kissed me and said, I've wanted to fuck you from the first day I seen you. God you're great I didn't know how much longer I was going to have to wait to get you. You sure know how to use that pussy of yours. Jeff's a lucky guy to have something like you waiting at home for him.

My mind went right back to Jeff and what I had just done. Bill rolled off the top of me and sat up. I turned on my side and started crying. Bill asked, now what's the matter? Still crying I looked at him and said, like you don't know? Don't you feel anything? We both just cheated on our partners. Bill's reply was, so what, they say forbidden fruit is the sweetest fruit of all. And Tina, your fruit is very sweet. I then told Bill that he better go; Jeff would be home soon. He asked me if I was ok with what had happened. I told him, no, no I'm not. I don't know how I let myself do this. I just fell for lust and didn't think of what I was doing. Bill then asked, your not going to tell Jeff what happened are you? I looked at him still crying and said, I have to, now you get out of here.

Bill left so I picked up my thing and started for the shower. I felt Bill's cum running down my legs. I even had to clean his cum off the carpet. In the shower I tried to wash all of Bill off me. What was I going to tell Jeff? How was I going to tell Jeff? What if Jeff leaves me? I asked for it if he does leave me. He has never hit me. What if he kicks my ass? What if he goes after Bill? Oh God did I ever fuck my life up. After I got out of the shower I had my mind made up. I had to keep what happened to myself. I just hope Bill don't start bragging around the health club about it. Guys do that shit all the time.

Jeff came home and things just went normal. I felt better about all of it after a few days. The on my day off Bill calls. He asked if he could come over? I told him no, I was just about to go out. He then said we need to talk about the other day. He said, I'm sorry things got out of hand. Just one thing turned into two things and the next thing you know. I told him that we need to just forget that it happened and go on with our lives. He said that he could do that, could I? I replied, yes, I think I can.

Then Friday night Jeff makes a dinner date to go out with Bill and his wife and I. I wasn't to happy about going but I went and played like nothing had changed. Bill did a good job of acting also. After dinner as we all walked out the door, Bill said to me, I need to talk to you. I'll come by the club on your slow day.

I just shook my head ok. Tuesday is always very slow days. If we get 10 people all day, that's a lot. Bill knows what time I get my lunch brake, and showed up ten minutes before it. He asked me to get my swimsuit on at lunchtime and meet him in the pool. Know one's here, so we can talk for and hour, ok? I looked at him and said, ok I can do that. The girl showed up to cover for me so I went in the locker room and slipped on my bikini. I don't know how to swim so I just have my bikini there for days I lay out and get some rays.

I walked in the pool area and Bill was the only one in there. He was in the water and asked me to come on in. I just said no, what do you need to talk about? He came over to the side and said us. I said there is no us. He said come on, are you going to tell me you didn't enjoy what we did? I looked into his sexy eyes and said, yes I enjoy it, but it never happened, ok? He said you know that from down here I can make out the out line of your sweet little pussy under them bikini bottoms. Him just saying that sent heat all through my body. I knew I had to get out of there and fast. I was about to fall in his trap again. 

I said, well it was nice talking to you, bye. I turned and walked away. Just as I got to the end of the pool the shit hit the fan. I slipped on some water on the floor. The next thing I knew, I had fallen in the deep end. I was slashing around trying to swim or something to get out of the pool. All at once Bill had me in his arms pulling me to the other end of the pool. Once my feet could feel the bottom I was a lot better.

I was shaking as he held me. Bill pushed my hair out of my face and said you're ok now, as he kissed me. Something about him kissing me goes all over my body. I just melted in his arms, right there in the pool. Bill kind of pushed me back up to the sidewall of the pool. He started his hot hard kissing and I kissed him back, just as hot and hard. In a matter of minutes he had my bikini top up over my breasts as he played with each of them.

This pool might as well of been a hot tub, because I was getting hot as hell. The water was up to just below my breast. Bill's hand went under water and pulled one of the strings holding my bikini bottom together. Now his free hand went right to my pussy as my bikini bottom floated to the bottom. At this time I didn't care that anyone could walk into the pool and catch us. Bill's finger fucking had me on the verge of cumming and really fast to. His other hand was squeezing and playing with my breasts. He would kiss me on the lips, then each hard nipple. I moaned out my orgasm as my legs got very weak. I'm moaning and panting as I said, God, I've never cum in the water before. He kissed me and said, so I bet you've never fucked in the water either? I kissed him back and said no I haven't.

I looked down in the water and could see Bill's hard cock sticking out in front of him. I don't know when he dropped his suit. He then picked me up and had me wrap my legs around his hips. He was holding me up by the cheeks of my ass. He then reached down between us, took hold of his hard cock and lined it up to my hot pussy. One little push and his cock sank right inside me. I moaned out, oh God that feels so good. I had never had sex like this before, standing up. Plus being in water four feet deep was all new to me. You talk about feeling good. Man oh man did his cock ever feel good inside me. I had my hands locked around his neck as I rolled my hips on his cock. Bill was kissing, sucking and biting on my now super hard nipples, as he drove his cock in me. I could feel another orgasm starting in my body.

Just then Bill moans out very loud, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING. He pushed is cock deep inside me as he pumped load after load of his cum inside my still horny pussy. I kept on rolling my hips on his cock, but could feel it starting to shrink inside me. Bill kissed me as he dropped me back to my feet. He then said, I'm sorry I came so fast, your pussy just feels so good I couldn't help it. I kissed him back and said that it was ok. It really wasn't, but what could I say. Then his hand went back under the water. He started running a few fingers in and out of my now very cummy pussy. His hand was rubbing my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of me. I started rocking my hips in time with his hand.




The Deep End Ch. 02



I needed to cum again and I'm sure Bill also knew that. He kissed down my neck till he got to my hard nipple. Sucking it in his mouth as he started fingering me faster. Then sucking on the other nipple. All this had me going again. I moaned out, oh God Bill, make me cum, oh please make me cum again. I could see the sperm that Bill had pumped in me was now starting to float on top the water around my breasts. All his finger fucking must have made it leak out. Bill next pulled his fingers out and went to work on my hard clit. He was rolling it around, rubbing it soft then hard. That was it that did it for me. I took his hand in mine just to make sure he hit the right spot. I more or less yelled out, yes, yes, oh yes, I'm cumming. Again my legs got weak as I tried to stand there and cum like a firecracker. I wrapped my arms around Bill and kissed him as hard as I could. I was just a shaking as my orgasm ripped through me.

I then reached under the water to find Bill semi-hard cock. I started rubbing it real slow. Just then to door to the pool opened and some guy came walking in. Bill and I both jumped and laughed as we looked around the bottom of the pool for our swim suits. I still had my top on, so I just had to pull it down and get my breasts back in the cups. Bill handed me my bottoms as he stepped back in his swimming shorts. I had a little bit of a time getting my string bikini bottoms turned just the right way to put them back on. Once I did get them back on, Bill tied the string that holds the front and back together under water. We had got all this done just before this guy swam by us at this our end of the pool. We were both laughing as we got out of the pool to dry off. As Bill was drying off my back, I knew right then that our little thing we had going wasn't going to end any time soon.

I loved making love with him as much as he did with me. I just didn't know how we were going to keep this from our mates. No way could I ever let Jeff find out about this, or Bill's wife Lynn for that matter. Her and I had become real good friend. Isn't that a joke? I call myself her friend, as I'm standing there with her Husbands sperm in my pussy.

Bill and I started talking more after that day. We would talk on the phone for hours at a time. We talked about every thing. Our fantasies, our loves and hates of other thing going on in our lives. We started screwing each other any time we could get a minute alone. I would some times stop by his house on my way home from work, if I knew Lynn wasn't home. Just for a fast fuck before I went home and fixed dinner for Jeff. We ended up like rabbits, fucking all the time. The sex just wasn't the same as with Jeff. This was more like a wild sex. A no strings like of sex.

We had both told each other that we had no plans to ever leave our mates. Bill asked me one day if I ever had fantasies of us together before it really happened? I had to tell him the truth that I had had a few, well maybe more that a few. But yes I did have. He asked if I was ever making love with Jeff and thinking that it was him doing it? Again I had to tell him yes, I had done that, more than once. Then he asked me if I had ever masturbated thinking of him before we really did it? I turned red and said, what, have you been peeking? Then I told him; yes I have done that also. He kissed me and just said that's great, I love it.

Then I turned the talk around. I asked him if he ever masturbated thinking about me before we got together? His reply about knocked me over. He said, oh God yes, you wouldn't believe how many times I wacked off in the shower thinking how good it would feel to fuck you. I couldn't believe that he had just told me that. I said, you're kidding, and did it feel good. He laughed and said, what do you think, sure it felt good. It always feels good to cum.

This has been a long time fantasy of mine. I've always dreamed of what it would be like to watch a guy jack himself off. I busted in on my brother in his room once when we were kids. He covered up real fast and yelled for me to get out of his room. All I seen was his hard cock in his hand, and that was real fast. I ended up getting myself off, thinking about him getting himself off. Am I sick or what, thinking about my brother? But that was in my teenager years.

Anyway Jeff had talked me into masturbating in front of him. It was a great turn on for both of us. And I did it a lot of times I asked him if he would jack off and let me watch. He said, no he couldn't do that. He did it as a kid a few times, but not any more.

So as Bill and I are talking about masturbating I asked him if he could ever do that for me? He laughed and said, sure, would you like to see me pump my cum out all by myself? I shook my head yes. Then he said, so you would like to see my cum fly in the air as I pump it out? I gave him a long hard kiss and said, oh God I would love to see that. You wouldn't believe how horny it makes me just thinking about it.

This was at my job we were talking about this. Lucky I don't have any one working around me to over hear our little talks.

Bill then said that Lynn wouldn't be home until after eight tonight. Why don't you stop by on your way home and he'll make your fantasy come true. I had wet panties the rest of the day. I just couldn't believe Bill was willing to do this for me. I couldn't wait to see his sperm coming out of the end of his cock from his own hand, God I was horny.

I drove as fast as I could to Bills house after I got off work. I had a few hours before Jeff got home. I didn't tell Bill that I about killed myself on the way to his house. I was so horny I started rubbing the crotch of my jeans. Before I knew what was happening, I was cumming. It's hard to keep your car on the road as you're having an orgasm.

Once at Bills I walked right in the house. We don't even knock at each other's house anymore, we just walk in. Bill greeted me in the living room. We kissed and he patted me on the ass and said, Goddamn you're one sexy woman. Hand in hand we walked down the hall to his extra bedroom. Once in the bedroom we kissed a little more and got warmed up. Bill stripped down nude and got on the bed. His cock was about half-hard at this time. He then said, why don't you help me out here and put on a little strip show for me? I was more that happy to do this as I said sure and got up and started a slow sexy strip.

All the time not taking my eyes off his cock that he now had in his hand just flopping it around from side to side. Once I was down to just a little pair of black lace panties, I started playing with my hard nipples. Bills cock was fully hard now as he stroked it up and down with just his thumb and index finger. Oh my God was this turning me on. I slipped my little panties down my legs then slipped one finger in my wet pussy. Oh my, was I ever hot and wet. I sat down in the chair next to the bed with my legs wide open. Bill had a great view of me fingering myself as I watched him pumping his hard cock. We kept on play with ourselves as we watched each other. I was now running two fingers in and out of my hot pussy. Making sure to give my clit just the right touch each time that I pulled them out.

My other hand was on my breasts, as my fingers rolled my hard nipples around. Bill now had his hand wrapped all the way around his hard cock. He was pumping it up and down like a mad man. I recall thinking that he was going to pull the thing off his body, as hard as he was jerking on it. Faster and faster he pumped on it. He stopped looking at me and just laid back with his eyes closed. His hips started pumping up in time with his hand. The head of his cock was all purple and looked to be getting bigger all the time.

I was trying to rub my clit in time with his pumping. God I was so hot, my pussy juice was on fire. All at once Bill moaned, oh God Tina, I'm cumming for you. Still pumping his cock I seen his sperm come flying out of the end of his cock. It went up in the air and came down on his belly. Them more came out. It didn't fly, but just kind of ran down his cock. Before long his cock was wet and slick with his own sperm as he kept on pumping it. As I watched him milk the last drops of his cum out of his cock, I started cumming. I had been hoping to see this from the time I was seventeen. Now after all these years, I just seen a guy cum all over himself, and loved it.

I moaned out my own orgasm as I sat in the chair rubbing my hard wet clit. My eyes locked on his wet, cummy cock still in his hand as I had orgasm after orgasm play with my clit. I fell back in the chair all pooped out. Bill also looked pooped as he asked me how I liked that. I put a sexy smile on my face as I got up and said, I loved it. I got in bed between his legs. I took his soft, wet cum covered cock right in my mouth. I kissed it and sucked on it and said to him. I hope you can get this thing up again? I need a hard cock in my pussy right now. I went back to sucking on it and could feel it getting harder in my mouth. It didn't take too much of me cleaning Bills cock with my mouth to make him hard again.

Bill then said, sit that hot little pussy of yours right down on this hard motherfucker, talking about his now very hard cock. As I was moving up over the top of him. He reached down and ran his fingers through the sperm that was still on his belly. Then he rubbed it up and down his cock. Next he got some more on his fingertips and rubbed it all around my pussy lips. Oh what a feeling went through my body as I'm having a man other than my Husband rubbing his sperm on my pussy lips, I about cum right then. I slowly sat down on his cock. Once I was all the way down on it, Bill gave a little push up just to get it deeper inside me. Bill moaned holy shit your pussy is on fire. And it was, God was I horny again. I started pumping myself up and down on his hard cock. His fingers of one hand went right to my left breast as his other fingers started playing with my cum slick clitoris.

I started pumping on Bills hard cock. We could both hear the wet sucking sounds my pussy made as I started screwing him faster. The faster I would fuck him, the more he would rub my clit. I leaned way back and took a hold of his legs behind me. Now I was just rocking my pussy on his cock. This gave him even more room to play with my hard clit. He would pull on it, squeeze it, roll it around, you name it he did it. So in just a short amount of time, Bill had me cumming. I moaned out loud that I was cumming. After I came down a little from my orgasm, Bill flipped me over on my back. He then hooked my legs but on both sides of his neck. This gave him a line drive right in my pussy. Bill started hammering my hot little hole. Long hard stroke that I hoped would never end. But as we all know, all good things must end.

Bill started pumping in me full speed. I couldn't keep up with him. Then he yells out, here comes the cream, as his cock blows up inside me. I just love the way his cock jerks, as he's cumming in me. He then rolls off me as he collapses beside me. We kissed and talked for a little bit. Then I thanked him for my first masturbation show. I looked at the clock and jumped out of bed. I told Bill that Jeff was do home, so I had to get going. I got dressed, gave him a big kiss and was on my way.

That's about how things when from that time on. We would meet up at one of our houses sometimes four times a week for sex. And other times it would be a few weeks before we would get together.

Jeff and Lynn didn't know a thing about what was going on between Bill and I. I we hoped to keep it that way.

One more thing I have to tell you about. The four of us booked a 7-day cruise together. None of us had ever been on one so we couldn't wait to go on this. The cheapest way for us to go was to share a room, or on a ship, it's called a cabin. The money we saved made it worth sharing. We all get along ok, so we made the best out of the small cabin. It had two beds on the floor and two that fold down from the wall. The guys took the top ones, leaving us girls the low ones. After four days on the ship I think all of us were starting to get a little horny. Bill and I got to feel each other up in the elevator one day. But that was about all the sex we were getting on this trip.

The fifth night at dinner Jeff asked Bill and Lynn if they could stay away from the room for a few hours so we could have some sex? I felt funny that Bill knew I was going to be in the room screwing. That's something we never talked about, having sex with our mates and how it was. Jeff had been drinking all day so I knew good and well it wouldn't be any few hours of sex.

Bill said, sure you love birds going enjoy yourselves. We'll go check out the show and maybe tomorrow night, we'll take the room for a little bit. Bill and Jeff high fived each other as we finished eating dinner.

Well Jeff and I went to the room and started getting undressed. I was a formal dinner so we had both dressed real nice that night. Jeff had on a suit and I had on this mid-thigh light blue cocktail dress. Jeff was nude and in bed before I had even gotten my dress hung up. I walked up to the side of the bed dressed in a black bra and matching bikini panties, and off black, lace topped thigh-highs. Jeff said, shit I'm lucky to have a woman as sexy as you are. I thanked him as I unhooked my bra and set my breasts free. 

Just then Jeff pulled me down onto the bed. Moving me around until I was flat on my back. His hand went right down the front of my panties. He was finger fucking me as he sucked on one of my nipples. Just as I was starting to really get into it, he stopped. In one real fast move Jeff pulled my panties off and moved in between my legs. He pushed his cock in my pussy hard and fast. He then started pumping in me like he was going to a race or something. In and out, in and out as fast as he could go. Again I was just starting to enjoy his fast love making, and he moans, oh I'm cumming. I knew that feeling of a cumming cock all to well. He was pumping his sperm in me, way faster than I liked.

After he was done cumming he pulls out and gets out of bed. He tells me that he's beat and climbs up in his top bunk. I'm laying there, legs spread open and cum running out of my pussy, thinking, what the hell just happened? Was he going to a fire or what? I would have liked to have had an orgasm also. I got up, went in the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I took off the stockings, put my panties back on and a front button nightshirt. When I came out of the bathroom Jeff was sound asleep snoring. I called him an ass hole as I walked by him to get in my bed. I got all covered up in bed still thinking what a shit head Jeff was for not getting me off. I ran my hand down inside my panties to find my pussy still very hot and wet with his sperm. Then I pulled my hand out and said fuck it, I'm too mad to get myself off tonight. I fell asleep a short time later.

Bill and Lynn woke me up when they came in. They didn't turn on any lights so I just acted like I was still asleep. I could just make them out in the dark room. Lynn was laughing and falling around, so I was thinking she might have had a little too much to drink. Lynn went in the bathroom to put on her PJ's. When she came out she left the light on and the door open. With the light now shining in the room I could see a little better. Lynn was topless with just little pair of red lace panties on. Bill said, hey did you forget to put on something? She laughed and said, no it's just so hot in this room, I'm sleeping like this. Bill just said, fine as he then went in the bathroom to change.

He came out, told Lynn good night as he climbed up in his top bunk. It wasn't long before the rocking ship had us all sound asleep.

I woke up a few hours or so later to find my nightshirt all unbuttoned and Jeff taking turns sucking on one nipple then the other. I half pushed him away and whispered, what are you doing? Bill and Lynn are in the room. Then I about died, Bill whispered back to me, I'm not Jeff it's me, Bill. I said, what are you doing, are you nuts or what? He then whispered in my ear, I need you so bad. They are both sleeping; we can do this if we keep it quiet. I couldn't believe this; Bill wanted to screw me with my Husband and his Wife not ten feet away. Was this nuts or what?

The idea was kind of a turn on, but God talk about asking to get busted. About that time Bills hand slipped inside my panties. His fingers worked their way right into my still cummy pussy. He moaned in my ear and said, feels like Jeff did get to fuck you tonight. I moaned back to him, he just jacked off inside me is about all he did. Bill kissed my ear and said, are you saying that you didn't cum? Yes I am, was my reply. Bill said, well we'll take care of that as he squeezed my cum wet clit and sucked one of my hard nipples in his mouth. Bill is so good at playing with my clitoris, he knows just the way I love it. In a very short time he covered my head with my pillow as I moaned out that I was cumming. I had my hips way up off the bed as I came and came.

We then kissed for a little bit, then Bill pulled my little black panties to the side as he got over the top of me. He was running the head of his hard cock up and down my wet slit. All at once, bingo, in it popped. I moaned out and pushed up to his hard cock. He covered my mouth with his hand and said we have to be quiet or we'll wake them up. Right at that time I didn't care. All I cared about was how good Bills cock felt inside my pussy. Bill moaned in my ear, God your pussy feels so good with Jeff's cum in it. Then he moans in my ear, how do you feel about have two men's cum in your belly? I just moaned back, been there, done that.

He stopped pumping his cock in me and said, what? You've been with two guys before? I kept pumping up to him as I whispered in his ear. Yes I have, I'll tell you about it later. Right now I need you to fuck me like I've never been fucked in my life. Well that got him going again, we screwed as quietly as we could. I could hear Jeff still snoring and just hoped that Lynn was still asleep as Bill picked up speed and was driving his hard meat in me. Faster and faster he pumped his cock in me.

Just when I didn't think I could take anymore, my orgasm took off. I started moaning out louder and louder that I was going to cum and for him not to stop. Bill put the pillow back over my face to keep me quiet. Lucky he did because I yelled out, Oh my God yes, yes I'm cumming, oh God cum in me. Oh God yes cum with me, cum in me. My head was going from side to side as my orgasm ripped through my body. My orgasm set Bill off also. He pushed his hard cock as deep as he could in me and let his cum fly. His cock just wouldn't stop cumming. In my mind I'm thinking, oh God Bills sperm is now mixing with Jeff's in my pussy. That did it, I had still another orgasm as Bills still cumming in me.

After we both had cum, we laid there resting a little bit. We kissed and hugged a little then Bill said that he better get in his bed before we do get busted. He went to his bed and I had to go to the bathroom to clean up all the sperm leaking out of me.


So that's how my life has been going now. I went from a nice little house wife to a one night hooker and now just a slut. I know Bill and I will get busted one of these days. But what can I say, I love having sex with the guy. We did get a few more fast screws on the ship before that ended. We screwed it the storeroom, some locker even out on a emty deck one night. Now back at home we are like rabbits. Anytime and any place we can. And to think, it all started when I played a Hooker for the night. 

THE END

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The Deep Sea



"You know," she said, just after they'd cast off and as they were heading for the mouth of the harbour, "I've never understood those girls who'd jump a man just because he had a big fancy sports car."

He didn't say anything, just carefully adjusted the wheel to maintain their course.

"I've known a few of them," she went on. "It's really embarrassing to watch them, honestly. All cool and controlling with most men, but one glimpse of something with an open top and just two seats, and they're all Ooh, can I have a ride? and I bet that's really fast. Forget subtlety; they might just as well hand over their knickers. In fact, one of them I knew used to boast about leaving her knickers in the car."

He glanced at her, but just shrugged, still saying nothing.

"After all," she said, "everyone says a car like that is just a ... substitute. Doesn't it occur to them that if a man needs a substitute, the thing it's substituting for probably isn't up to scratch?"

She paused and drew breath as they passed through the harbour mouth.

"What about a yacht?" he asked in the silence.

"Do you know, I'd never really thought about that?" she answered. "But I guess it has to come in the same category, really, doesn't it? Only it's an even bigger substitution, which I guess must make it worse."

"I guess it must," he agreed. "Look, if this is making a point, I'm not arguing. I don't assume..."

She ignored what he was saying and interrupted him. "Have you ever known any girls like that?" she asked.

"I've met one or two," he admitted.

"You missed a chance just now."

"How's that?"

"Didn't you see those two down the other end of the quay? The blondes in the infeasibly skimpy bikinis? I think that they were annoyed when you asked me aboard. Talk about looks-could-kill."

"I can't say I really noticed them."

"If I decide to believe that, you'll score bonus points."

He shrugged. "Anyway," he said, shutting down the engine now that they were in open water and clear of any other boats, "we have to go below decks now."

She shrugged and climbed down the ladder that led from the raised bridge. He shut down the bridge controls and followed her, closing, sealing, and double-checking the hatch as he went. When he arrived below, he discovered her lounging on a couch, glancing out of the large starboard viewing window, which was currently on the waterline.

"Excuse me," he said, and went forward to the alternate controls.

"There's a story," she said to him from the couch, "I think that it's about Winston Churchill or somebody. Let's say Churchill anyway."

He settled in the control seat and re-started the engine, set the vessel moving forward slowly, then started a set of pumps. "Okay -- go on," he called as he worked.

"It seems that he was at a dinner party, and he turned to the woman next to him -- some very posh lady -- and said, 'Madam, would you go to bed with me for a million pounds?'"

"Right," he said, as the vessel settled lower in the water. Glancing back, he saw that she was standing, and that she'd moved up to the viewing window, which was now fully submerged.

"And the posh lady thought about it, and she nodded, and said, 'Actually, I suppose that I would.' So Churchill nodded back, and said 'Would you go to bed with me for a fiver?'"

"I think that I've heard this one," he said. They were fully submerged now -- the water would even be over the bridge -- but still shallow enough that the full summer sun glowed through the blueness of the sea.

"The grand lady got angry at that," she continued, ignoring his response, "and she said, 'Really, do you take me for a tart?'"

"And Churchill said..." he prompted.

"'Madam, we have already established that; now, we are merely haggling over the price.'"

He laughed as he carefully adjusted the controls so that the vessel settled smoothly on the sea bed, then cut the engine. "It's a good story," he said, as he got up from his control seat and went to join her at the viewing window, which now looked out on a sun-dappled reef. A shoal of fish swam past.

"Yes," she agreed. "But it also makes a very good point. Everyone has their selling price, I'm afraid, whatever they might think of people whose price is a bit lower. And I've found mine today."

"Mmm-hmm," he said, standing beside her to look out at the undersea world but not touching her.

"I mean," she said, "a private submarine. I mean, fuck." She looked at him with a wry expression. "And by the way, I do mean that literally. If you want."

He looked at her and nodded, very slightly. Then he stepped over to her and kissed her.

"Thank god for that," she said when he lifted his mouth from hers. "If I'd reeled off all that stuff, and it'd turned out that you weren't trying to get into my knickers... I'd have felt like a bloody idiot."

"My intentions are pretty dishonourable," he said.

She grinned quickly, then began unbuttoning the plain white blouse she was wearing. She continued as he led her back to the couch. When all the buttons were undone, she paused, and he slid his hand inside. She was wearing a fairly substantial white bikini top under the blouse, and he ran a finger along the edge of one cup, caressing her breast gently.

"Mmm," she said, and brushed his cheek with the back of one hand. "So, is that what this is for, this submarine? A babe trap?"

"In a way," he said, "partly."He moved her blouse slightly out of the way so he could lean in and kiss her shoulder.

"Oh," she said, sounding slightly disappointed, although she raised no objection to what he was doing to her shoulder. "It's quite a big expensive babe trap, isn't it?"

" I guess," he admitted, pausing from kissing her.

"So what sort of ... babes ... do you need a whole submarine to catch?"

"Well," he said, looking her in the eye, "look at what it's caught me today."

"Oh," she said. "Damn. Guess I walked into that one, didn't I? But I'm not the sort of person that someone who can afford a whole submarine would be interested in."

"Yes you are," he said, "demonstrably." He sat back, but put one arm around her shoulder. "If you mean that you're not some fabulously high-maintenance beach bunny who only latches onto millionaires... Well, I guess not. But I could catch those with a Ferrari, or an ordinary yacht that only cost half what this did."

"You have known a few, then?"

"I guess," he admitted, "before I got bored. But a submarine... It's not just about the money, is it?"

"Isn't it? No, I guess it isn't. I was amazed when I saw this in the harbour and realised what it was. It must be unique."

"Not quite, but almost." He used his free hand to cup her breast. "But anyway, I saw the way you looked at it, and that's what interested me."

"But I'm not... I mean, I don't look anything like as good as most of the girls on the beach. Not as good as those two on the quay, honestly."

"You look fine..."

"Oh, lay off the flattery." She ran a hand absent-mindedly along his thigh as she spoke. He wondered if she realised that it was moving closer and closer to his groin. "I look like what I am. You know what that is?"

"What?"

"A librarian."

She scowled as he laughed despite himself. "Nothing wrong with that," he said. "Perfectly good job. Though you don't really look the part."

"Really? Oh, you mean, no glasses."

"Exactly," he admitted.

"I think I'd understand better if I did have glasses, actually," she said, looking him in the eye and clasping the top of his thigh. "I'd assume that you were fantasising about taking them off me, and me turning out to be beautiful."

"There's plenty more I can fantasise about taking off you," he said.

"Yeah, that's another thing," she said. "I'm not exactly flashing as much flesh as the beach bunnies with the infeasible bikinis, am I?"

"Give me some credit for imagination."

"I guess I have to. You're the one with the submarine." She stood up and stepped over to the window again. "God, it is amazing," she said.

"Nice legs," he said from the seat behind her.

"Thanks," she said, and turned around to face him. "Okay," she said, and finished taking the blouse off, dropping it on the deck. Then she kicked off the leather sandals she was wearing, took a deep breath, and unfastened and removed her rather baggy shorts. She stood in front of him, stripped to a fairly substantial white bikini, and gave him a challenging glare.

"Nice generally," he said, kicking off his own deck shoes. Then he stood up, pulled off his polo shirt, and removed his trousers, leaving him in just a pair of silk boxer shorts.

She looked him up and down appraisingly, then stepped over to him and pressed her body against his. He put his arms around her and went to kiss her, but she turned her head aside.

"Is this thing really a librarian trap?" she asked.

"Partly," he repeated. "It selects for more than the urge to catch a millionaire, you know? It's not just for catching high-maintenance beach bunnies; it gets me the sort of woman who'll only be attracted by a submarine. Not because it costs a lot of money, but because, well, it's a submarine."

"Okay," she admitted, "like I said, fuck." She let him kiss her mouth. "You got me," she admitted.

"Good," he said, and now she let him kiss her. As he did so, he unfastened her bikini top behind her back. She broke the kiss and stepped back from him, leaving the garment in his hands. He dropped it atop her shorts and blouse. "Not bad," he said, staring frankly at her breasts.

"They're a bit saggy," she said, studying his face as she spoke.

"They're proper breasts," he said.

She stepped over to him again and pecked him quickly on the cheek. "Sit down," she said. He obeyed, and she dropped into a crouch, reaching toward her clothes "Lie back and shut your eyes," she said, and he obeyed that, too.

A moment later, he felt his boxer shorts being removed, and then lips and tongue brushing his balls and the base of his cock. He realised that he had a full erection already.

"Nice," she said. "Keep your eyes shut."

There was a pause, than a gentle, warm touch embraced the tip of his cock. After a moment, he felt more of his erection being engulfed, and the touch became firmer -- tight, even, but delightfully so. He sighed happily, and gradually -- but not too gradually -- fully half his length felt that wonderful grip. Then she paused, and he felt her holding the base of his cock with her hand.

"You can look now," she said, and he opened his eyes in time to see her reach up with her other hand and finish rolling the condom which she must have put on with her mouth the rest of the way down his length.

"God," he said, "that was slick."

"I'm a librarian," she said with a shrug as she stood up. "We may not be the best lookers, but we're supposed to do the reading."

"So you got that from a book?"

"Yes," she said. Then she let the cool façade slip a little. "Well, originally," she added.

She put her hands to her waist, dropped her bikini bottom, lifted it from the floor with a toe, and flipped it onto the heap of other clothes. Her bush was untrimmed, and matched the auburn of the mid-length hair on her head. "Ready?" she asked.

"God, yes," he breathed.

"Good," she said, and advanced to kneel astride him on the couch. Then she reached down with one hand and took hold of his wrapped cock as he reached up with two hands to fondle her breasts.

"Not bad," he repeated. She didn't say anything, but guided his erection to the entrance of her cunt. Then she sank down, engulfing him entirely in one slow movement.

"Ooh," she said.

"Mmm," he agreed. Then he noticed that she wasn't looking at him, but was staring at the other, port-side viewing window. "You know," he said, "I'm beginning to think that you only want me for my submarine."

She glanced down at him. "Don't complain," she said, and rolled her hips gently. He responded by thrusting up into her in the same rhythm. She went back to looking at the underwater scene, but she didn't stop moving.

"Mmm," she said, "that's really quite amazing..."

"What, this, or ... the sea?" he asked.

She looked at him and smiled coolly. "I'll let you worry 'bout that," she said, but then leaned forward to bring her face closer to his. "But like I said before ... I mean ... fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck!"

Now, he could believe that she was really involved with the sex, and the gentle squeezing he could feel being applied to his cock by her cunt suggested that she was concentrating. He moved one hand down to her hips while leaving the other fondling her breasts, and accelerated the motion of his own hips. Her breathing grew deeper and faster, and her expression more relaxed. Sensing that he'd found the rhythm that she liked, he maintained it until she gave a soft gasp and more or less collapsed on top of him. Almost instantly, though, she raised herself up again and grinned at him, rotating her hips with a murmur of "that's right..."

Her second orgasm was more or less a repeat of her first, except that she was gasping even more deeply afterwards. By then, though, he found that his cock was throbbing with pleasure, and he lifted his torso up a little, ending up with his face buried in her breasts. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he thrust and tongued his way to his own orgasm, pulsing inside her for several seconds before he collapsed back with a groan and with his eyes closed.

When he opened them again, it was to see that grin of hers. "Not bad, lover," she said, "not bad at all."

They lay together for a few moments, but the sex had evidently invigorated her as it had temporarily exhausted him. "Okay," she said, taking a deep breath as she lifted herself off him and sat on the edge of the couch. "That just leaves one question."

"Mmm?" he asked, lightly caressing her back.

"What the hell do you think you need a substitute for?"

He laughed. "Would you like a drink?" he asked, summoning the energy to sit up. "I think that there's some champagne in the fridge in the galley -- if the crew haven't had it."

She frowned. "The crew?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he said. "You don't think that I can sail this thing everywhere all on my own, do you? There's a couple of guys I employ... Do you want that champagne, by the way?"

"Yes please. So where are your crew right now?"

"Oh, they went ashore to look around the town and take care of some business. You can meet them later if you like." He padded, still naked, toward the stern end of the vessel. "Nice guys, when they aren't raiding the larder." He went through a door into a small galley, and she glimpsed him rummaging around. "Ah yeah, here we are. Now, glasses..."

She turned back to the port-side viewing window as he continued to open and close cupboards, and gazed out at the undersea world. She heard the pop of a cork, and a few moments later, he was standing beside her again, handing her a glass. She took it with a nod.

"Hey," she said, "is that a wreck over there?"

He looked at her. "You're sharp," he said. "Yeah, I think it is." He looked back out of the window himself. "Not many people would spot it under all that silt and weed, though. We found it just yesterday. That's one reason I came to this spot, actually."

"Oh," she said, suddenly sounding excited, "it isn't the Santa Gianna, is it?"

"Wow," he said, "where did you hear about the Gianna?"

"I told you, I do the reading. I was coming to this part of the world, so I looked at some books about it."

"Not just regular tourist guides, then. It's not in those yet."

"No. I mean, people only realised that it might be round here after that historian did some digging in the Venice archives last year... Oh." She suddenly stopped and looked at him. "Are you some kind of treasure hunter or something?"

He shook his head with a smile. "Not really. You couldn't find enough treasure with this thing to pay for what it cost me. But I need some excuse to myself for buying it..."

"Aside from as a librarian trap?"

"Quite. Anyway, I like to think of myself as an amateur archaeologist."

"Very sweet," she said, not sounding at all sarcastic. She moved a half-pace closer to the window, and extended her left hand to touch it while finishing her champagne. "Wow. So you've found the Gianna."

"I think so," he said. "But it'll need to be confirmed. It might just be some old trader went down here a lot more recently, or something." He was sitting down on the couch again by now, and she joined him. They both sipped their champagne.

"So you brought me here to show off your discovery?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I guess. It's exciting for me, but I didn't realise that you might be interested."

"So you need a barnacled old wreck to get you turned on?"

"It helps," he said, and she laughed. They drank more champagne.

He moved his glass toward her shoulder, then tilted it to send a trickle of champagne rolling down her breast. Then he leaned over and licked it off. She looked down at him with a smile. "Men," she muttered.

He put his glass down on the deck, leaned over, and kissed her on the mouth while lightly caressing her breast with one hand. When he leaned back from that, she moved a hand to his thigh, and caressed it gently. As her hand approached his stomach, it brushed something else. "Ah," she said, glancing down to his resurgent erection, "definitely no substitutes required."

"Glad you like it," he said. She nodded, and then suddenly broke away from him, jumped to her feet, and rummaged in her heaped clothes, emerging with another condom packet. "Just in case you need it again in the near future," she said, dropping it on the couch.

"I might," he said.

But she didn't sit down again. Instead, she began to stroll around the cabin, looking out of both windows and glancing into the control section in the bow. Eventually, she returned to the port window, and carefully placed both hands flat against it as she looked out.

"How strong are these?" she asked.

"The windows? Plenty strong enough, if you're worried. I can go a lot deeper than this, easily."

"And you weren't worried when I leaned on them."

"Not at all. Remember, they're currently keeping a lot of pressure out. Your weight pressing on them from the inside just balances that, if anything."

"That's good," she said, putting both hands on the window. "It opens up some possibilities." She leaned forward and moved her feet apart and slightly back, then glanced back at him. "See what I mean?"

What he saw was her naked backside and slightly open pussy, flagrantly on display. He got to his feet, bringing the condom with him, and fondled her hips with both hands for a moment. Then he let go, and she glanced back after a moment to see him just starting to roll the condom onto his erection.

"C'mon, captain," she crooned, "torpedo me..."

She turned back to look out the window. He said nothing, but after a moment, she felt him touch her left hip with one hand, and then the entrance to her cunt with the tip of his cock. A moment later, he slid fully into her. She sighed happily as he began thrusting, slowly and gently at first. She wriggled a little, making wordless happy noises as she gazed out at the underwater scene. He switched rhythm slightly, testing what worked for both of them.

"Oh," she said suddenly.

"What is it... Oh, shit," he said looking over her back and shoulder to follow her gaze through the window. A pair of divers in scuba gear had just swum into view, and were turning toward the window.

"Don't you dare stop what you're doing," she commanded, glancing back at him as he paused his thrusts.





The Deep Sea



"They can see in, you know," he said, holding his position but still not moving.

"Yeah, but..." she ground her buttocks against his crotch, "as of the moment, I'm the sort of floozy who'll fuck a man because he's got his own fancy submarine. I don't think that I'm the sort to stop just because ... oh, fuck me, damn it! ... just because I've got an audience."

He began moving his hips again, rhythmically but still slowly. "Only thing is ... mmm ... thing is, I think that'll be my crew."

"Oh. Oooh." She moved her own hips in response. "Well, I'm sure that they're used to the boss getting laid." By now, it was clear that the divers had indeed seen what was going on, and while they weren't swimming forward for a better look -- at least not quickly -- or pointing cameras, they weren't turning away either.

"Maybe... Oh shit, look, if you're happy with this..."

"Mmmmmm," she replied.

He shrugged and set to work exploring her responses again, careful to take his time in case this position wasn't quite as stimulating for her -- but she seemed happy enough. Outside the window, the divers did pause and look, but then turned away and back to the wreck -- although they both gave cheerful thumbs-up first.

"That... hits the spot," she sighed, and began flexing her knees slightly. He accelerated his thrusts until she moaned and sagged a little, then pushed into her even harder a few times, actually pushing her against the window as he came with a groan of pleasure.

They both paused for a moment. Then they laughed and disentangled themselves.

"Those two were taking care of business in town, then?" she asked as she padded back to her clothes and began sorting through them.

"Well, making some arrangements and getting some permits," he replied. "I knew they'd taken their scuba gear, but I honestly didn't expect them to show up out here."

She gave him a wry smile. "I believe you," she said

"I probably ought to go up and say hello to them," he said. "They'll have a support boat up there... That is, if you think you're finished here?"

She laughed. "For now," she said, pulling her shorts on.

He pulled on his own clothes, and started towards the controls. "Oh," he said in passing, "you've forgotten your bikini bottom."

"Damn," she said, "you noticed. Nearest thing I had to a pair of knickers. I was going to leave it here."

He laughed. "Don't worry," he said, "I won't deny that you got me." He sat at the controls, and she found that there was a second seat beside him, and sat in that.

A few minutes later, the submarine surfaced. He turned it towards the launch that was acting as a dive boat. "Hey," she said, gazing through the bow windows, "by the looks of what's on that boat, it seems like your crew have pulled."

"You sure it's not just the boat crew?" he asked, paying attention to the controls. "There are some local girls work on hire boats, I think..."

"Well, for one thing, they're a bit blonde for locals. And for another..."

"Mmm?"

"Infeasibly small bikinis." She stretched with a lazy smile. "Gosh," she said, "I bet that they'll really give me nasty looks this time." She leant over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, aware that they might already be visible from the launch. "Gosh," she repeated, "this is fun..."



The Deep Throat Club



Nikki sat on the edge of her bed as she carefully slid the pale white thigh highs up her long, toned legs, admiring them in the mirror. Standing, she finished them into place and turned slowly, making sure her upper thighs and tight, heart shaped ass looked just right. She carefully pulled her crotchless panties up those silken legs, positioning it just right, so that her delicate, tender treasure was wholly visible, accentuated by that tiny tuft of trimmed fur just over her clitoris, and she sat down on the edge of her bed again. Her soft palm caressed her very core as her mind drifted once more to the evening she was about to experience.

Nikki's friend Sharon had gotten her into this. Sharon had met a group of men who were seeking out women who prided themselves on their ability to deep throat big cock. Sharon had always been an adoring fan of servicing her men with her oral abilities and her cravings had evolved into quite an astounding talent. Sharon always felt it was her duty to work as hard as possible to bring men the pleasure she acknowledged they deserved, and her own (not so secret) needs were satiated in the deepest way by her worship of truly horsehung men. Sharon and Nikki had discussed this many times, and they completely understood each other when they would relate real-life experiences. 

Nikki remembered the first time Sharon described her encounter with a man named Peter. Sharon had met Peter while away on business, first noticing his large, muscular frame, and his masculine, handsome features. As Sharon relayed the story to Nikki, Peter's eyes were warm, his hands large and strong and the bulge in his pants prominent enough to draw her attention as they sat in the hotel bar, getting to know each other. Peter was of German descent, and his blond features were very appealing to Sharon. As happens in many a hotel bar, their conversation eventually wound its way to flirtatious territory and Peter suggested they continue their discussion up in his room. 

Sharon felt comfortable with Peter and accepted his invitation. Once upstairs, Peter took Sharon in his strong arms, leaning in slowly to kiss her deeply on the mouth, over and over again. As Nikki listened to Sharon's story, she could feel her own little pussy heating and moistening, envying her friend's uncanny ability to find men like Peter in situations that were more akin to a porn script than to a business conference. Anyway, as Sharon told it, they kissed for a long time, as Peter's hands roamed over her firm, curved body. 

Sharon had large breasts, which were just aching to be played with, and she helped Peter remove her blouse and bra, which lifted them so high and proud. Her large mounds were finally exposed and Peter could not keep his hands or mouth off of them. He leaned down, his warm, moist tongue lapping at Sharon's stiffening peaks, as his hands held her firmly in place. Shivers ran through Sharon's body as Peter's expert tongue played at her nipples, teasing them to an incredibly erotic stiffness. Sharon groaned as her body began to heat with a deepening submission of sorts and all she could think of was how much she wanted to "taste" this man's cock. Peter stepped away and stripped off his shirt, revealing a perfectly smooth, tanned chest that was obviously the product of many years on the gym. Sharon inhaled a tiny gasp at the sight of his magnificent body, and just enjoyed the moment as her deepest essence began to throb and intensify. 

Sharon instinctually sank to her knees, rising up tall before Peter, her back straight and her gaze fixed on his crotch as her feminine, manicured fingers deftly undid his belt, slowly moving to the button that held his khakis around his trim waist, and finally grasping the zipper and slowly pulling it down. Sharon loved the way Peter stood before her, his hands resting on his hips, as if almost posing a Dominant posture that only served to make Sharon feel all the more feminine—and more than a bit submissive. This was the zone that Sharon knew in her heart was hers and it caused her mouth to actually salivate as she "performed" for Peter. Her hands pulled his trousers down and she helped Peter step out of them, as she tossed them over the arm of the upholstered chair nearby.

Her eyes widened as she drank in the bulging pouch which appeared before her. Peter was wearing black, thong-type underwear, and his beautiful loins resembled a heavy bunch of fruit before her. She looked up at him, and while she spoke no words, her eyes revealed her appreciation and desire to bring pleasure. Her soft hands flattened out over his striated thighs and she slowly massaged his massive, rockhard legs up and down. They were, she noticed to herself, just as smooth as his incredible chest and arms. Sharon leaned in and planted a soft kiss upon that pouch, knowing deep in her heart that this was what she was born for. 

Her lips tugged and teased at the massive bulge as she exhaled warm breath through the fabric and she could not wait another second. She looked up once again and her eyes met Peter's deep-set, dark blue eyes, which were smiling down at her. She grasped the thong where it encircled his waist and pulled it down his legs and helped step him out of it. Her breath was taken away as his huge cock was now exposed in all its glory. It was enormous and sensually beautiful, and Sharon took it in her hand, which by comparison appeared incredibly small. Her pussy began to moisten in earnest as she felt the sensual weight of Peter's cock in her hand. It must have measured about eleven inches long and beyond the amazing length it was almost as thick around as a very healthy, fully ripened cucumber. Her feral instincts took over and Sharon began to slowly stroke it back and forth, feeling it stiffen in her grasp. 

She looked up at Peter once again, as if to say thank you for this beautiful cock, but she could not speak. Molten waves of desire, pleasure and the staggering need to "service" overwhelmed her. Back and forth she stroked that huge cock, causing it stiffen even further, and for a brief moment, she released it from her grasp. It pointed straight out from his beautiful body, the massive head weighing it down just slightly with the slightest, most sensual arc Sharon could have ever dreamed of. 

Her soft, warm fist returned to the base, steadying Peter's huge cock as her moist, pink tongue escaped her lips to lap the satiny head, which was slowly turning a bluish hue as the pleasure flooded through Peter's muscular, masculine form. Sharon ached to really taste that magnificent cock, and her lips encased the plum-shaped head, drawing over it again and again. Her senses were in an incredibly heightened state as she leaned further in, taking more and more of Peter's awesome flesh, always conscious of the back and forth motion, which she matched perfectly to the steady stroking her tiny fist was bestowing upon the base of that giant cock. Sharon felt her own belly tighten with a sensation like butter melting within her deepest core.

Peter stood tall and motionless above Sharon, firmly focused on the pleasure which this woman was so proudly bestowing upon him. He could feel his full, heavy balls begin to tighten slowly, and when Sharon's other hand found them in her soft, worshipping palm, he could feel the pre-cum begin to leak copiously into her warm, moist mouth. He could only groan as he concentrated on relaxing his tightening pleasure in order to really enjoy this incredible display of servitude. 

Sharon went deeper still, her full, moist lips wrapped tight around Peter's huge tool, her tongue sliding out over her lower lip, flattening to lather and tease that hard cum-tube which ran so sensuously down the underside of Peter's cock. Her head bobbed with a steady, erotic rhythm, taking more and more of Peter's incredible size into her throat. Sharon had devoured about two-thirds of her object of desire when her tiny pussy melted into her first orgasm, the heated vessel contracting and releasing as intense waves of pleasure cascaded through her sensual essence. 

That, she later told Nikki, was the first time she'd ever cum just by sucking cock.

Her determination increased, and all she could focus on was bringing this magnificent man the same depth of pleasure she was feeling. Deeper and deeper down that cock she went, angling just slightly so that she could gaze up and see Peter's eyes, which were all but glazed over. His body pulsed and tightened as Sharon's pursed lips finally found their destination, banging into his tight, erotic bush. She had done it! She had deep throated Peter's massive cock, and as her lips moved back and forth at the rockhard base of Peter's huge tool, her pussy melted again, as her honey gushed within that tiny treasure, as yet another orgasm raged within her sensual body.

Peter just moaned and groaned as he looked down at her, and the sight of this very feminine woman lip-locked around his huge cock, her throat absolutely filled with his flesh, was just too much for his erotic senses. Her rhythmic servicing of his flesh boiled over and the pleasure began to seep up his sculpted legs. Sharon sensed Peter's pleasure as well, and after a last few loving back-and-forths down at the base of his massive endowment, she slowly pulled off of Peter's flesh, and just wiggled that busy, pink tongue over the head. Peter did not have to be told what to do as his own fist took that cock and stroked at it, still looking down into Sharon's soft, expressive pools, which seemed to draw still more pleasure from Peter's body. 

He groaned as Sharon spoke gently, yet with sensual urgency, "Oh, god, please cum all over me…I need your cum soooo badly". Peter's senses were overwhelmed and his pursed, firm balls began to release his pleasure. The first squirt was incredible, almost like a trigger had been pulled in Peter's pleasure center, as his warm, jismy love soaked over her lips and tongue…His stroking continued, and another almost equally heavy gush of pearlish-cum spilled forth, this time drenching Sharon's cheek and lips.

More still, as Peter's body bucked and tightened, sending huge spilling squirts of his incredible cum over Sharon's face, as it sensuously dripped down her neck and chin to rest glistening on her large, firm breasts. Sharon had never seen a man cum so much before and she reveled in the drenching Peter was rewarding her with as his beautiful cum spilled over her silken flesh. Her face was soaked as his obvious pleasure began to subside. Her tongue lovingly licked the last of Peter's cum off of the tip of his massive cock and she could only gaze up at him in awe and respect.

Peter finally seemed to come back to his senses, and reaching down, he gently lifted Sharon to her feet. His huge arms enveloped her once again and he leaned down and in to kiss her deeply and passionately on her mouth. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity.

As Nikki sat there on the edge of bed, half-dressed, dreamily recalling Sharon's story, she could barely wait for this night to unfold. She would be meeting Sharon, Peter and two of Peter's friends for a very special initiation. Actually, it was more of an audition and as Nikki thought more about it, she was certain and very determined that there would be nothing that would get in her way of gaining membership in this very exclusive club.

Nikki took one final look at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw. Her blonde hair was shining, all pinned up with just a few soft, curling wisps dangling against her high cheekbones and long, slender neck. Her eyelashes were accentuated long and dark and the large hoop earrings added to her incredible femininity. Her low-cut silk blouse revealed the firm, sculpted cleavage of her large, firm breasts, barely concealing those sensual nipples, which always seemed to be in a state of excitement. 

Her tight leather skirt was her shortest, barely concealing the tops of those soft, white stockings, which were clipped to her tiny, crotchless panties. All of this capped off by 5 inch black heels. Yes, Nikki thought to herself, pretty fucking hot and very, very ripe! Nikki's only thought was the pleasure of the men she was to meet that evening. After applying a liberal application of very expensive, deep red and very moist lipstick to her full, pliant lips, she left her apartment and click-clicked on those heels as she walked to her car. 

Nikki pulled into Sharon's driveway and noticed the two other cars parked out front. One was a big black SUV, which was the type of vehicle she'd expect the kind of men who'd be there tonight to be driving. The other was something sportier, but in the dark of the evening, Nikki couldn't quite make out the model. She walked up the driveway and rang the bell on Sharon's front door. Nikki was a bit nervous, but mostly in a good way, as she knew this was to be a memorable evening. Sharon opened the door, dressed in a soft blue satin robe, a wine glass in her hand. "Hey, sweetheart. So glad you could make it," Sharon whispered, welcoming her friend. "Hi, love. Are you kidding, I wouldn't miss this for the world," Nikki replied, giving her sexy friend a knowing wink. "Now, can I come in and meet these friends of yours?"

Sharon took Nikki by the hand and led her into the living room. Nikki bit her lower lip as Sharon introduced her to Peter, Rick and "Horse". The three men were standing together talking, but Nikki's presence immediately distracted them. Maybe it was the scent of her subtle perfume or perhaps the incredibly erotic curves and appeal of her body, but they looked Nikki up and down for more than a lingering moment and welcomed her to the evening's festivities. Nikki was already melting. Each of these men was more gorgeous than the next. Peter, who Nikki felt she knew from Sharon's story, was absolutely everything she'd imagined him to be. 

Rick was very, very tall, Nikki noticed, probably about 6'6", with medium length dark brown hair, and very sensual features. He was as well built as Peter and seemed to possess a special, masculine horniness to him. Nikki was immediately attracted. Horse was probably the oldest of the three, likely in his early 30s, with a decidedly rugged look, with curly, jet black hair and a thick moustache. He wore a leather vest which hung open over his massive chest, which was covered with a pelt of black hair which narrowed to a thick line of fur down over his 6-pack abs, to a pair of tight, leather pants held in place by a studded belt. Nikki could only imagine the kind of action this man would demand from her. Nikki's senses were already swimming and she was having trouble concentrating on what anyone was saying.

"Hey, Nikk, would you like a glass of wine, hon?" Sharon asked, a slight smile on her lips, completely understanding exactly what her sexy friend was thinking. "Umm…um…oh, sure, Sharon…Thanks…That would be great," Nikki replied, almost stammering. Sharon poured her friend a glass of wine and led her to the center of the room.

"Would you gentlemen like to see a bit more of my friend here?" Sharon asked. "Mmm, exactly what we were thinking," said Peter, who seemed unable to take his eyes off Nikki. "She's even more beautiful than you described, Sharon," Horse added, in a deeply masculine voice that appealed to Nikki's submissive tendencies. The three men chuckled a bit when Sharon invited them to sit down on the couch and enjoy "the show". 

Sharon then turned to Nikki and as they stood before these men, Sharon began running her hands all over Nikki's body. Nikki blushed a bit, but felt a strange pride that Sharon was "displaying" her for these men. It caused a soft, warm friction deep in Nikki's core and she began to relax, focusing on just how nice Sharon's delicate hands felt caressing her body.

Sharon unbuttoned Nikki's blouse, slowly peeling it over her friend's shoulders, exposing the black half-bra, which held those massive breasts so high and firm. Sharon's hands slid under them, sensuously lifting and rubbing them, always making sure the men had a perfect view of what she was doing. Sharon leaned in and kissed Nikki on the mouth, and both of their soft, pink tongues extended to dance for a lingering and very erotic moment. Nikki's arms reached out and hugged Sharon as they kissed, pulling her friend closer so that Sharon's robed body was pressed against her. Sharon knew what she was doing, however, and deftly undid the front clasp on Nikki's bra, slowly removing it so that Peter, Rick and Horse could see those beautiful breasts exposed for the first time. "Show them to our friends, Nikki," 

Sharon said, "I know they'd like to see how you like those big tits handled." Nikki didn't need to be told what to do, and her soft hands, accentuated by those long, manicured blood-red nails reached underneath her breasts and squeezed them together, her eyes moving back and forth to each of the men seated before her. She lifted one breast a bit higher, easily allowing her little pink tongue to graze the nipple, giving it a shine as it began to grow. 

Then the other, which responded in like form. The men were starting to squirm, transfixed on Nikki's perfect form, as she stood before them in that tight, little miniskirt, the silk stockings and those narrow, erotic heels. Sharon was smiling as she eased Nikki down and sat her on the coffee table, facing the men. Sharon sat beside her and gently spread Nikki's knees, moving her feet about 3 feet apart. Nikki continued playing at her breasts, her thumbs sensuously brushing those hardened nipples slowly, side-to-side. 

This was almost too much for the men, and when Sharon lifted the front of Nikki's short skirt, her tiny, moist treasure was visible for all to see. Nikki's tiny core was sooo beautiful. It was tender in a feminine way and had a beautiful, erotic shape to it, the lips small and delicate. It seemed to glisten at the men and Nikki felt an incredible warmth in being watched this way, which made her even hotter. Sharon reached down and lightly caressed her friend's moist essence, provoking little sighs from Nikki's throat. Nikki leaned back on one hand for a moment and just enjoyed the pleasure her friend was bestowing upon her.

"Mmmmm, that is fucking beautiful!" Rick said, his words alone coaxing a bit more moistness from Nikki's tiny pussy. Nikki remained in that position, leaning back, one hand resting on the coffee table as Rick climbed off the couch and knelt right before her. Nikki and Sharon both watched silently as Rick's large, strong hands spread Nikki's legs a bit wider, and after a lingering and very hungry gaze, Rick leaned in and gave that little pussy a warm, open-mouthed kiss. Sharon pulled her hand back and Rick began to eat Nikki's pussy in earnest. He licked and teased at it with his long tongue, using just the tip to trace those warm, excited lips in small, erotic circles. Rick lowered his open mouth over her tiny pussy and made sure everything was moist and warm. His lips chewed at Nikki's delicious pussy, each lapping caress coaxing Nikki's groans of excitement. 

Horse also got up off the couch and stepped up in front of Nikki, who now sat up tall on the coffee table, her hands affectionately running through Rick's head of hair as he ate her pussy. Horse's crotch was even with Nikki's face and she didn't need to be told what to do. Nikki undid Horse's pants and freed his absolutely huge cock, which was already hard, the regal, fleshy head shining with pre-cum excitement. Nikki melted, what with this gorgeous cock before her and Rick absolutely devouring her pussy. Nikki couldn't help but notice Horse's big, full bush, and leaned in to kiss it gently. She removed one hand from Rick's tousled hair and took hold of Horse's cock. 

Her hand wasn't big enough to reach all the way around it, which Nikki found to be an incredible turn-on. Horse's dark, masculine features were reflected in his cock as well, Nikki noticed to herself, as she stroked the dark, stiff shaft which already had a long blue, very prominent vein running the length down the side. His cock must have been about twelve inches long, and the head alone was the size of a ripened plum. Rick caught a glimpse of Horse and backed off of Nikki, returning to the couch. After all, Nikki was here for an "audition" of sorts, wasn't she? 




The Deep Throat Club



Nikki could now focus her full attention on Horse, and she wasted no time at all, climbing down off the coffee table and settling on her knees on the soft pad Sharon had placed on the floor. Horse stood directly in front of her and as she settled in, he slowly stroked that cock to even greater dimensions. Nikki couldn't take her eyes off it and was practically salivating like one of Pavlov's dogs. She knew just how good Horse's fist was making his body feel, and she knew she was being watched. Slowly and determinedly, Nikki reached up to steady herself by holding Horse's hips as she licked and kissed his warm fist in silent worship as it pleasured the massive flesh before her. 

Her tummy was melting with desire and she felt almost hypnotized by the sight before her and Horse's low, masculine groans. At that point, Sharon stepped in and unraveled a cloth tape measure. Sharon held it against the length of Horse's cock and announced her findings: thirteen and one quarter inches long. She then measured the girth at the very base of that incredible flesh and announced it to be seven inches around. Nikki heard these words and it made her pussy tighten and release. She was determined to make Sharon proud for having recommended her to the Club. Her sole purpose at that very moment was to prove she could handle the challenge and, most of all, to bring pleasure to these men that they'd remember for a long, long time.

There she kneeled, her hair so sensuously pinned up, her large, firm breasts thrust forward in erotic pride, as her tongue extended like a moist, pink shelf for the head of Horse's cock. He laid it right on her tongue and Nikki moved slowly back and forth, lathering the underside of Horse's beautiful flesh. Her tiny fist replaced his and began to stroke the massive shaft while her tongue continued bestowing the appropriate worship to the head. Nikki knew the intensity of the pleasure of her attentions was getting to Horse, as he moaned deeply, and she could see his tight abdominal muscles starting to tighten and contract. 

With that, Nikki released her hand from the shaft and adjusted her knees slightly on the pad, to better balance herself. Her hands went behind her back and clasped behind her ass and Nikki went to work. 

With a gaze of deep respect and utter admiration, Nikki's eyes gazed upwards into Horse's deep brown stare as he peered down at her. Nikki steadied herself and held Horse completely still as she moved forward, burying his huge cock into her throat. Slowly, Nikki then backed off, until her lips held just the tip. Again, Nikki drilled forward, steady and smooth, sinking Horse deep into her throat….and then back again. Horse could feel his body tightening to the next level. Again and again, Nikki's stretched lips squeezed tight around that massive cock, devouring it for all to see. Rick and Peter sat on the couch in utter amazement as this relatively petite girl devoured the largest among them, using her mouth and throat like a tight, hungry pussy. 

Nikki knew from experience that most men, especially those of "size" needed more stimulation than just soft lips caressing and kissing their cocks. She knew that only the steady pumping of a tightly wrapped fist or a tight, clenching pussy (or ass) that would make a cock like this explode with the heavy volume of cum to which Nikki had, in her adult life, become so enamored. So, Nikki devoured that cock using her mouth and throat like a tight, well-trained pussy. And back and forth she moved, her hands clasped behind her, absolutely devouring Horse all the way to his balls. Once Nikki gained control over her gag reflex, by way of lots of practice and a deep-seated desire to service that came straight from her heart, she was able to bring these men the pleasure that she'd been dreaming of since she first tasted big cock. 

Once Horse's pre-cum started leaking (Nikki could taste it mingling with her own saliva), his cock burrowed down her throat a bit easier, and Nikki hesitated as her pert, little nose sensuously banged against Horse's formidable bush. Soon, her little pink tongue, glistening from all the moistness in her warm mouth, would slide out over her lower lip and lather that taut cum tube on the underside of Horse's cock. This made his legs almost wobble, and his groans, now accompanied by a seemingly constant tremble coaxed her on. Horse's masculine groans sounded like heaven to Nikki and her work became all the more determined. 

There she was, her back straight, her eyes moving from the length of Horse's cock up to his smoky eyes, her lips stretched wide, as she lapped his cum tube, occasionally stretching her tongue even further out to tease his huge balls. Nikki loved the way a man's balls firmed up and tightened when he was feeling pleasure, and Horse was no exception. While she would have loved to use her hands on Horse's egg-sized balls, she was determined to keep them clasped behind her back. Just a bit of erotic bragging, perhaps, Nikki thought to herself. 

In any event, Nikki kept up this erotic assault for what seemed like hours, but was probably only about 10 minutes when she noticed Horse's eyes rolling up into his head and her throat could feel that beautiful specimen which was buried so deep stiffen to an ever harder state. His muscular body tightened and Horse groaned, "Oh, fuckkkk, I'm gonna cummm." Nikki worked at keeping the pace steady as she felt a huge spurt of Horse's quality jism squirt down her throat. 

Quickly drawing off his cock, Nikki reached for that massive shaft and stroked it with a deep, sensual intensity. Horse seemed to lean back a bit on his haunches, groaning from deep within his throat, and as the swollen head pointed at Nikki's almost swollen lips, another gushing ribbon of cum squirted, soaking her silken skin with his incredible liquid appreciation. Horse's cock was at maximum stiffness and the head was a beautiful and a erotic blend of purple and red as it released more and more cum from deep within his formidable balls. 

Nikki moaned a bit, savoring the moment as Horse all but drowned her with what seemed to be buckets of cum. His cock just kept squirting massive amounts and Nikki's hand never stopped stroking until Horse's magnificent body began squirming and his own hand enveloped hers, working out the last of his pleasure. His groaning continued and Nikki thought she could almost hear his heart pounding as her lips and tongue tasted and licked all the cum she could get at. Nikki could feel the cum dripping down her pretty face, onto her large breasts and felt a sensual glory in having brought Horse the pleasure her heart knew he deserved. Nikki's tongue lapped the remainder of the glistening reward off Horse's huge cock, making sure her eyes were locked on his, bestowing a silent, humble gratitude that only a true deep throat girl possesses.

Peter and Rick sat spellbound on the couch, their huge cocks obvious through their pants. They'd had their cocks sucked many times before, but not like what they'd just seen Nikki demonstrate. Sharon sat between them, her hands rubbing their crotches slowly and sensuously as she spoke. 

"Well, what does everyone think about my friend Nikki?" 

After a moment of heated silence, Rick responded. "Oh, my god…She's just incredible…What do you think, Horse?" 

All eyes turned to Horse, who was still gasping. "Fuuuuckkk….Oh, Fuuuckkkk…" And that was all Horse could muster up. Finally, Horse reached down and lifted Nikki to her feet, his cum still soaked over her beautiful face and most of her body as he kissed her sensuously on that talented mouth. 

"Sweetheart, you have my vote. As far as I'm concerned, you're a bona fide member of the Deep Throat Club." Nikki smiled with a deep, genuine content. Approval from men like Horse was the very reason she existed and her body was tingling from head to toe. Nikki's voice was quiet and gentle as she spoke. "Why, thank you, Sir…Now, who's next?" Her soft eyes turned to the men on the couch.

Sharon gently wiped her friend's face and chest off, making sure Nikki was all cleaned up as the remaining two men on the couch squirmed a bit, glancing at each other, not quite wanting to appear too anxious in response to Nikki's question. Rick took advantage of the awkward pause and slowly stood, "C'mon, Nikki…After what I've just seen, I can barely keep it in my pants," he said, a broad, rugged smile upon his face. 

Sharon smiled, too, and after having cleaned her sensuous friend from what seemed to be head to toe, she suggested they all move to the bedroom. Sharon's bedroom was furnished with a big, comfortable couch and a pair of matching chairs, so there was plenty of room for everyone. Before Round Two got started, Sharon freshened everyone's drink. Horse was still a bit discombobulated and had a faraway look in his dark brown eyes. 

Sharon winked at him as she handed out drink refills and everyone got comfortable. Nikki took Rick by the hand and the two of them stood beside the bed facing each other. With her head tilted up, and slightly sideways, she drank in Rick's good looks. His 6 foot six inch frame aroused her as she felt so small and delicate in contrast to his height and overall presence. 

Gazing up at him, with that head cocked, and a smile upon her lips, Nikki deftly undid the small button holding her tiny miniskirt up, and easily stepped out of it. There she stood, adorned only in those incredible heels, soft, white thigh highs and her crotchless panties. Her body, with its all over tan, looked silken and so beautifully curved. Her makeup, which she'd touched up in Sharon's bathroom on the way to the bedroom, looked moist and made her erotic beauty all the more appealing. 

Her small, soft hands helped Rick pull his shirt off over his head, and her warm palms reached up, rubbing his chiseled, smooth chest. His body was taut and warm, and her hands were enjoying every inch of his form. His large, strong hands rubbed up and down her slender arms and she could feel her little pussy melting under his touch. Slowly and determinedly, her hands undid his belt and undid the button holding his pants up. 

Rick's hands dropped to his sides, as he peered down to watch Nikki ever-so-slowly pull his zipper down, her hands wriggling his pants down his legs before discarding them off to the side. Nikki found herself staring at Rick's beautiful cock, which must have measured about ten and a half very, very thick inches. She leaned down, and planted a soft, delicate kiss on the very tip, causing Rick's flesh to arc a bit higher as it extended between them. Nikki gently eased him down onto the bed, flat on his back. Nikki reached out and began to stroke Rick's cock as he settled in and got comfortable.

"Rick, may I suck your cock now?" Nikki spoke, almost in a whisper, "It's all I can think about and I can just tell how much attention it needs." 

Rick groaned as her tiny fist stroked at his huge cock, and responded, "Oh, baby…C'mon up here and suck this cock," he said, now craving Nikki's service and worship. Nikki climbed up on the bed and kneeled over Rick's hungry mouth, which immediately went to work licking and sucking at Nikki's tiny, moist core. He loved the way she tasted and his full, warm mouth working at her little pussy immediately coaxed little cries and moans from Nikki as she undulated against his warm mouth. 

Slowly, Nikki leaned forward, so that while Rick could continue eating her moist pussy, her mouth could pleasure his huge, twitching cock, which in this erotic sixty-nine position, aimed right toward her needy throat. Nikki didn't need anyone to tell her what to do next, and her mouth opened and devoured his beautiful, extra-thick cock. Nikki was on fire from the pussy eating being administered by Rick, but she was so excited at the prospect of servicing the massive cock before her, that nothing would have stopped her. Sharon, Peter and Horse could sit by, their mouths open wide in amazement as Nikki swallowed Rick's impossibly huge cock right to his big balls, her hands resting erotically on his sculpted thighs, her back arched. 

Nikki went back and forth like this on Rick's huge cock, sinking it again and again into her tight, warm throat. The pleasure Rick was feeling was like nothing he could have imagined. It was as if a pussy was riding up and down on his cock, but with a built-in tongue, which licked and worshipped on each erotic plunge. Rick could barely keep his mouth on Nikki's pussy, as his head moved side-to-side from the exquisite sexual pleasure Nikki was administering. 

Horse, who'd been unusually quiet since draining his heavy balls all over Nikki's beautiful face, ached for even more pleasure and climbed up on the bed, right behind Nikki's suddenly unattended pussy and ass. He was actually kneeling on either side of Rick's head, but this went unnoticed as Rick's eyes were shut tight, his lips pursed as Nikki deep throated his massive flesh with a steady rhythm that was nearly overwhelming to his erotic senses. 

Horse's strong hands gripped Nikki's hips, steadying her, as his own huge cock rubbed against her tight, swollen pussy lips. With a deep, masculine grunt, Horse's cock buried into Nikki's tight, little body, which distracted her momentarily by sending a huge wave of heated pleasure coursing through her silken flesh. She paused for a moment, just as her lips were pressing into Rick's neatly trimmed bush, to focus on Horse's cock, which felt so incredibly snug and tight deep inside her pussy. 

Horse's cock grew even bigger as Nikki flooded his huge cock with her heated honey, encasing and worshipping him with all that sensual moistness. Horse began to sink his cock into Nikki's body in a steady rhythm that seemed to perfectly match her very own heartbeat. She couldn't have stopped the pleasure if she'd tried, and the friction from Horse's huge cock triggered a deep, soaking orgasm that melted her very essence, as it gripped and swathed his cock in a flood of boiling, moist heat which was almost too much for Horse to resist. His relentless fucking was exactly the kind of pleasure he craved and his rhythmic, steady fucking intensified. 

Nikki held Rick's cock deep in her throat, moving just enough over the bottom two or three inches to coax audible groan's from Rick's throat. Nikki slid one of her hands under Rick's legs so that she could hold those massive balls, which she immediately began to tease and tug. Nikki caressed and squeezed at Rick's sizable tanks, her fingers slowly sliding down to massage that small, firm lump of flesh between Rick's balls and his ass. Nikki knew just how pleasurable this was for a man, and her fingers brushed over that tightening lump, creating a ferocious, deep friction in Rick's body that he could not resist. 

The masculine grunts and groans told Nikki that Rick was about to cum, and Nikki focused all her concentration on tightening her throat around his huge cock. Rick's legs seemed to buck and quiver and Nikki could feel the sensation of his ribbon-like cum squirting deep down her throat. Nikki didn't miss a beat, her lips wrapped tight around the very base of his prized possession, her fingers teasing that special spot as his massive flesh emptied what Nikki could only guess was a gallon of cum deep inside her tight, warm belly.

As Rick's balls began to slacken a bit, and his cock's rock-hard stiffness seemed to slacken, Nikki released that beautiful pressure her lips had been administering and slowly she lifted off his huge cock. It was glistening with his cum and her warm saliva and Rick's body was panting hard, up and down under Nikki. Nikki's pussy was melting over and over, both from the ferocious fucking being administered from Horse and the deep gratification she felt with Rick's cock buried in her throat. 

Horse's grip upon her hips tightened and his strokes became urgent. Nikki's tiny core worshipped his massive cock and Nikki felt it tighten deep within her body, as she soaked it over and over in her own boiling moistness. This sent Horse over the top, and Nikki could feel his cum squirting and spilling deep within her tiny vessel. Horse just kept cumming deep within that tiny pussy, which hugged and gripped at him until every last drop had emptied into her sensual body. Nikki smiled, as she continued to lie atop Rick, licking and cleaning his beautiful cock. Both he and Horse could only muster up groans and whimpers in response to the incredible service Nikki had bestowed with the utmost desire and genuine need. Rick barely managed the words, "She's definitely in…She's definitely in the Club."

Nikki looked up and Peter, who was in one of the chairs, his legs spread wide, his eyes transfixed on what he'd just seen. "I think you're next, Sir," Nikki whispered, a soft, respectful smile deep within her soft eyes, "And I've been dreaming about sucking your huge cock for so long." 

Peter's eyes were transfixed on this beautiful vision, so erotic and capable in her sensuality. He had already seen Nikki absolutely devour Horse, which he knew was no small feat, and the way she had enveloped Rick's huge cock deep in her throat was beyond exciting. His cock had been leaking pre-cum for about an hour now, and he could not wait another second. His body was humming with desire and that craving for release as he stood and approached Nikki on the bed. 

Horse staggered off from behind Nikki and Rick, who was at the edge of sex-induced exhaustion, climbed out from under her, pausing to hold her head in his large, strong hands and kiss her over and over on the mouth. Nikki loved all the sensual appreciation from these men; in fact, it was almost as exciting to her as actually servicing their massive cocks. Nikki had learned many things on her long journey that had brought her to encounters such as this; the most exciting being the gratification that she received from actually being the instrument of pleasure. 

As Rick exited to the bathroom, Peter stood over Nikki and just gazed down at her, so appealing as she lay on the bed. But it was Peter who had been the object of so many of her daydreams and self-pleasure sessions, and Nikki wanted this to be very, very special. Nikki climbed up to her knees on the bed, her hands slowly unbuttoning Peter's shirt and once removed, her breath began to quicken once more. His upper body was just as Sharon had described, what with those incredibly broad, muscular shoulders, his absolutely smooth, tight flesh and those sculpted arms. 

Nikki's tiny core began to heat and moisten as her hands flattened over Peter's developed, rock hard chest and she lingered there for a few erotic seconds, drinking in all the sensuality of Peter standing before her. She reached out and helped him with his pants, noticing the strain of his huge cock, which once freed from those inhibiting blue jeans, sprang forth exactly as Sharon had described. It looked to Nikki like a late summer, very, very ripe cucumber. Nikki instinctually moaned and reached out to hold his huge flesh, which swayed sensuously in her grasp. 

God, she thought, it's so big and heavy…Her mouth began to salivate and she could only think about taking it into her throat and servicing this beautiful gift that was extending from Peter's body. One small hand slid underneath Peter's thick, heavy balls, her palm feeling their sensual weight as her mouth moved down over the head. She suckled, her contentment obvious in the way her mouth would come off it, to lick and kiss that magnificent head, her fist stroking the incredibly long, thick shaft. Nikki could have kept this up for hours, but she wanted something different and very special for Peter, who remained standing next to the bed.

Nikki lay back down, rolling over on her back, and positioned herself so that her head hung over the edge of the mattress. From that position, her neck looked swan-like, so slender and soft. Her arms extended and she reached around Peter's legs, drawing him closer. Her mouth formed an "O" and Peter understood what it was she wanted. Simply put, Nikki wanted Peter to fuck her in her throat. Sharon, who had been watching the proceedings from the couch, got up and took moved right in between Nikki's legs, which were drawn up, exposing her beautiful, soft core. 




The Deep Throat Club



Sharon began to plant soft kisses against Nikki's nearly bald pussy, which sent tendrils of pleasure through her erotic form. Peter's cock pointed directly into Nikki's mouth, and he looked down at her beautiful body from above as he began to sink his huge flesh deep into her throat, which encased him with love and adoration. Nikki loved the way Peter tasted. His cock was warm and so beautifully thick as it buried into her throat, lubricated by an equal mixture of his own copious pre-cum and Nikki's saliva. The position of Nikki's head, hanging over the edge of the bed, allowed for deep throat penetration that made it feel to Peter as though he was actually sinking his huge cock into her tight pussy. This excited him and his thrusting became all the more determined. He could see the outline of his massive flesh swell inside her slender throat and Nikki swallowed every inch of him, her lips wrapped tightly around him.

All this time, Sharon continued to eat at Nikki's soft, moist pussy, her lips and tongue lavishing pleasure to Nikki's very essence. Her tiny pussy was so hot and excited as Sharon went at it, that it was only seconds before Nikki began to cum. Her body trembled and released all that warm, cascading pleasure. Laying there, Nikki knew that it was definitely a combination of Sharon's mouth and the fact that Peter was rhythmically burying his trophy of a cock into her throat, thus satisfying her deepest and most feminine cravings. 

The stimulation Nikki was feeling was beyond incredible and she knew Peter was looking down at her flushed, beautiful body, admiring her large, firm tits and her nipples, which stood out so hard and proud that it just coaxed her to tighten her throat around Peter's huge, stiffened cock. All she wanted was for this man to feel the pleasure that she was feeling at that very moment, and her lips tightened further into a moist, erotic ring that worshipped at Peter. His ability to hold back was amazing, as Nikki knew just how stimulating this position and attention was to a man. This was how she had first learned to deep throat really big cock and had been with very few men who could hold off as long as Peter, especially considering the intensity of the way he was thrusting that flesh into her obedient throat. 

Nikki began to cum again when she felt Peter's cock stiffen one last time and she moaned from deep in her throat, creating an incredible friction against Peter's rock hard urgency. Her eyes glazed closed and her lips tightened to the next level, worshipping Peter with every ounce of sexual devotion that Nikki had beating in her heart. Peter groaned loudly and Nikki knew she about to be rewarded for her efforts. Peter pulled his huge cock from her pursed lips and stroked at it with his fist. Nikki's small, soft hands, which reached out behind her, rubbed up and down on his taut, muscular thighs as her lips and tongue played at Peter's massive balls, teasing and tugging at them.

Nikki sensed Peter buckle a bit and with a deep, masculine grunt, he began to shoot big, arcing ribbons of his boiling cum all over Nikki's hot flesh. The first rope was the most copious, reaching all the way down her body to splash Sharon's face as she ate at Nikki's pussy. The next three pulsing squirts soaked Nikki's belly and glistened all over her incredible breasts. His cock seemed to be spasming, as it emptied still more of his pearly essence all over her beautiful face, which Nikki could feel slowly dripping down onto her neck. Nikki's tongue continued to lick and lap at those heavy, masculine balls. Peter just looked down at her, and used his fingers to rub his cum into Nikki's face, making sure he fed her a bit more in the process.

Nikki smiled warmly as she luxuriated in the warmth of Peter's incredible orgasm. Sharon gave her friend a last tender kiss on her tiny pussy and retired to the couch. Everyone, it seemed, was panting a bit from the amazing exhibition Nikki had displayed. Peter, Rick and Horse were all glassy-eyed grins, and Nikki's belly tingled knowing just how much pleasure she'd delivered. The only one feeling a bit left out was the beautiful hostess, Sharon. Nikki sensed this and offered up a suggestion, knowing just how much her friend loved these men. 

"Hmm, I have an idea. If you gentlemen think you can muster up a little more energy, maybe Sharon and I can put on a little show for you…" Her words trailed off, as she waited for a response. Horse, apparently insatiable, responded. "I'm in, baby. Just what did you have in mind?" he asked. 

"Well," said Nikki, extending her hand to Sharon, who was sitting on the couch, "Sharon and I would love to see more of those big cocks of yours." Nikki gently pulled Sharon to her feet and again, they embraced, their tongues entwined as they kissed, their arms wrapped tight around each other. 

"Isn't that right, Sharon?" Nikki all but whispered. "Mmmm, yes, love," Sharon responded, already breathing hard. "I know I'd love to see AND feel those huge cocks deep in my body."

Nikki led Sharon to the bed and the two of them sat down on the edge, continuing to kiss. "Horse, Sir, would you come over here by us?" Nikki's voice was soft and respectful. Without a word, Horse came over and stood right before these two ladies, his fist slowly working his cock to its incredible proportions. Nikki looked up at him in utter respect and whispered in that honeyed voice, "Oh, Horse, Sir, I just love the way your cock looks when you stroke it like that…Don't you Sharon?" 

Sharon cocked her head to watch him pleasure that massive cock. "Mmmmm…I love Horse's cock soooo much," Sharon offered. "The only thing I like more than watching is the way that huge cock feels when its buried deep in my throat." This inspired Horse just a bit more, as evidenced by the way his cock thickened within his large, strong fist. Nikki's soft hand caressed her friend's face and turned her back so they could continue kissing. 

Their tongues extended and they both moved toward in Horse's direction. With each girl resting a hand on his masculine, hairy thighs, they took turns licking at the massive head, which extended before them, as if a gift from heaven. Horse ooh'd and ahh'd as these two women licked and lapped at his cock, and before they realized what was happening, both Rick and Peter were standing on either side of him, their fists sensuously stroking their own huge dicks, clearly wanting in on this action. 

Sharon took advantage of the moment and helped Peter down onto the bed, as her hand reached for his cock. Slowly and with a deeply erotic gaze in her eyes, she stroked that cock of his until it pointed straight up, big and thick. Sharon released it from her grip and climbed up on the bed, swinging one leg over Peter so that she straddled him. She wriggled her tiny, and at this point, very hungry little pussy right over the tip of Peter's cock and with one steady, sensual movement, buried his entire eleven inch cock deep into her body. 

Nikki watched out of the corner of her eye as her friend's moist core devoured Peter, whose large, strong hands were holding her ass from underneath, moving Sharon up and down on it. Nikki turned to Rick, and in a honeyed whisper said, "You know, sir, I happen to know that Sharon just LOVES big cock in her ass, too." Rick's cock got a bit bigger and harder as he climbed up on the bed, kneeling right behind Sharon, who was groaning as Peter steadily fucked away at her tiny pussy. Rick reached out and played with her ass for a moment, teasing and rubbing at it, finally moving in closer to find her sweet, tight ass with his massive flesh.

He supported himself by leaning on the bed with his hands and groaned as his massive cock went deep into Sharon's ass. Nikki's own pussy was melting just watching these magnificent men bringing her beautiful friend all that pleasure and Nikki looked up into Horse's eyes. "Sir, would you like to make it a threesome?" Nikki said, her tiny fist still stroking Horse's cock. "Oh, god…Yessss…I need her throat," Horse said, with a very erotic determination. And with that, he walked to the other end of the bed, climbed up and knelt on either side of Peter's shoulders. In that position, Sharon could easily lean down just slightly and suck and worship his huge cock. 

Nikki directed her attention to where Peter and Rick were going at Sharon and used her very talented hands, massaging and tugging their mammoth balls, loving they way they felt so heated and full. God, Nikki thought to herself, Sharon was getting the fucking of a lifetime. These men were just holding her there, sinking their incredible cocks into her tiny body with the intensity of pistons on a steam engine! Nikki finally sat back and watched as all four of them whimpered as deep, erotic pleasure soaked through their bodies.

Sharon never looked so beautiful to Nikki as her sensuously curved body undulated, crammed between these three horsehung men. They went at her like this for what seemed an eternity, until the pace clearly quickened and Sharon knew the beautiful end was near. Quickly, Sharon scampered off the bed and knelt on the floor as the men gathered around her. Nikki heard all their groans and Sharon looked up at them, her hands moving from one set of massive balls to the next as they stroked their cocks down the homestretch. 

"Oh, god, yessss, oh, please," Sharon begged at them, "Cum all over me…Drown me in your cum." Peter, Rick and Horse were gasping as their fists coaxed the pleasure from deep within their bodies, and in a final, blazing moment, their essence began erupting all over Sharon's silken, smiling face. Her eyes gazed upward at them as they squirted and spilled huge loads of cum all over her. High quality, jismy cum, which had a pearl-like essence as it soaked over her. Sharon glowed with erotic gratification as these men delivered buckets of their masculinity, which finally subsided, drawing her from one cock to the next, licking and tasting the last spilling drops of their majestic pleasure.

Sharon turned to Nikki, who was sitting on the couch, her legs spread, her fingers toying with her own moist pussy, "Didn't I tell you just how special these men were, Nikk?" Nikki could only smile as Sharon continued, "And as a point of information, there are 14 men in our local chapter of the Deep Throat Club. Across the country and around the world, there are over 100." Nikki gasped as Sharon spoke, her mind considering the possibilities. 

"How many women are there in the Club?" Nikki asked, in a soft whisper. 

"At last count, there were about 40," Peter replied, "But if you're asking about this chapter, we have a total of 6." He smiled at Nikki and continued. "You, sweet thing, now make it a lucky 7."

Nikki's belly fluttered at Peter's off-handed compliment, and she felt a sensual swell knowing she'd passed the test. Nikki would talk to Sharon later about how she might contact other "members" of the Club, knowing that it was these men, with these magnificent, massive gifts of nature, which would occupy her time, her attention and her life.



The Deeper The Love



Note: This is one of my earliest stories. I wrote this, probably 20 years ago. I was experimenting with story ideas, and seeing where it would lead, and was the continuation of my growth as a writer. It is also loosely based on real events, in fact, the real story is much wilder than what you will read here. But, basically this is an abridged version of those events. 

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"What makes love between two people so right, but so wrong?"

- part 1 -

My name is Kay and I've been having sex with my son Jeffery for three years now. I've been thinking about some of the wild things we have done but now I ask myself about how it all began. So, here is the story of the start of our beautiful relationship as more than mother and son.

It all started when Jeffery came home with the news that his school was having a formal mother and son dinner. I was surprised that he really wanted to go! I thought it was so sweet. It was hard to choose a dress for this dinner. I wasn't going out dancing, so I didn't want to look to sexy. I didn't want to look like a grandma, either. After some searching in the closet, I chose one.

"You look great, Mom," said Jeffery as he walked into the room looking good himself in his new suit. "You're the prettiest mom at my school."

"But, of course," I replied with a laugh.

Then he surprised me by coming over and giving me a huge hug.

"I love you, Mom," he said.

I was really touched.

"I love you, too, honey," I replied.

We had a great time at the dinner. Jeffery seemed to be showing me off to his friends. I felt very special. The school had set up a photographer so if anyone wanted a photo to commemorate the occasion with a portrait, they could. After we took one together, Jeffery wanted me to take one by myself. He said he wanted one of me to put in his room. He also wanted one for his wallet. I thought it was sweet of him. 

When we got home, Jeffery again gave me a big hug and a kiss and said, "I love you, Mom!"

I was a little surprised because guys his age don't think it's cool to be affectionate with their moms anymore.

About a week later, Jeffery came home with the pictures from the Mother-Son dinner. He framed the solo one of me and put it next to his bed. I realized my boy had a crush on his mom. That was normal, I told myself. But then, he started to always, it seemed, show up while I was getting dressed. He would come in to tell me something unimportant, like he was going to have his breakfast. It was an obvious excuse.

An innocent crush on your mother is one thing but the following Saturday, things were taken up a notch! I was collecting clothes to get the laundry done. Jeffery's door was locked and after knocking for a while, he finally opened the door. He immediately hurried down the hall to the bathroom. I knew Jeffery had been masturbating because I could smell the cum. My baby was growing up. Then my eye caught something under the bed. When I picked it up, I saw that it was my portrait from the Mother-Son dinner. But I was shocked at what I saw! There was cum all over my photo! I touched it just to make sure it was cum. My son had more than just a crush on his mom! He had the hots for me!!!

After I finished the laundry, I checked on Jeffery. He was watching a football game in the living room, I couldn't stop thinking about him jerking off to my photo. I went up to the bedroom, locked the door, and did a little jerking myself. And the subject of my masturbation: My own son!!!

To make matters worse, sex with my boyfriend, who will remain nameless, was worse than ever. He gave me his slam-bam, thank-you-mam, turned over and fell asleep. All I could think of was Jeffery.

I loved the way it made me feel when I thought about turning Jeffery on so much. At his age, he should be hot for Christina Aguilera, not me! I decided to deliberately try to turn him on. After exercising one day, I stretched out in front of him, exposing my well-worked abs. I could tell he liked what he saw!

Another day, I made a show of reaching for a pillow that fell under the sofa. I also started wearing more sexy clothes when we were alone in the house. I don't know what Jeffery thought about it, but it made me hot!

The one morning, I heard him coming down the hall to the bathroom and I walked out in my underwear. I acted surprised but didn't move. I just stood there until he passed me. I was really enjoying this! The next day, everything changed!

I accidentally walked in on him right before he got into the shower. He was sporting a hard-on! He reached for a towel but I told him to stop. I don't know what came over me. I just knew I didn't want him to cover up tat beautiful cock. I went over and closed the door. At this point I still didn't know what I was going to do. I knew I should leave but I just didn't want to!

I walked over and grabbed hold of his cock!!! He let out a little yelp and raised his arms as if he was being robbed. I wanted to suck him off but instead I just started to pump it. I was past the point of no return. I got down on my knees and continued pumping until he shot a hot stream of cum onto the bathroom floor and my hand. All I could think of was "Oh my God, what have I done!"

I cleaned my hands off in the shower and left. Not a word was spoken between us. I went back down to the living room to watch TV. I was so scared, I don't remember what I watched or what I did the rest of the day. It was all a blur.

I gave my son a hand job in the bathroom. I was so scared after that.

- part 2 -

That night I didn't get a wink of sleep. Thoughts of shame, regret, and even jail came into my mind. What had I done? How was Jeffery feeling? Would he tell someone? It was the worst night of my life!

The next morning was no better. I couldn't even look Jeffery in the eye. I was so ashamed. Jeffery didn't give any indication, one way or another, about how he felt about the whole thing. I was useless at work that day. All day I thought about how I was going to handle this when I got home. Fortunately, Jeffery and I got home a good two hours before my boyfriend so we would have time to talk.

Once we were settled, I told him that what happened was a big mistake, I didn't know what got into me, it was wrong, and I was sorry. After a few minutes of this, I was almost in tears. He listened to my speech and when I was done, he said with the saddest face I've ever seen on him, "You mean you're not going to do it again?" He went on, "Please mom, that was the best thing that ever happened to me. That's all I've thought about all day! I couldn't wait to get home and do it again!"

I was so mad! Hadn't he heard anything I had said! "That's it!" I yelled, "We will never even talk about it again!" I stormed out of the room and went upstairs. I didn't see Jeffery the rest of the night. 

I thought about the whole situation all night and the next day. I called in sick to work and moped around all day at home. Then when I was sitting on the toilet peeing, I started to get very horny. I ended up masturbating myself to a fantastic orgasm thinking about beautiful son. 

That night, I thought I would go take a look at Jeffery then make my way to the bathroom and get off another round of masturbation. I was quiet as I possibly could be. I found him sound asleep. He was beautiful! I should have just walked out but I didn't. I just had to touch him. I reached over and gently caressed his body. He stirred a little but didn't wake up. It wasn't until I rubbed his cock did he spring up. I said softly, "Shhhh, It's only me, baby. it's only your mother."

Without saying a word, I pulled off his shorts. His cock instantly got hard! "Don't make a sound, honey. I'm going to suck it, ok?"

"Ok, mom," he whispered.

It was pure heaven! He tasted and smelled so good. I sucked him so deep and hard that in a short time he whispered, "Mom, I'm gonna cum!"

He came so much, I couldn't swallow it all! He laid back in total pleasure. My head was swimming in pure lust. When we had a chance to come down from our orgasmic bliss, I said to him. "Don't say anything right now or in the morning. We will talk after school."

When I got back to my bedroom, I realized my panties were soaked through. I was literally dripping cum!

At work that day, all I thought about was Jeffery. How far was I going to take this? I was scared but so excited. I couldn't wait to get home!

This talk with him was different than the last one. I told him that what we did was wrong but I didn't want to stop. I loved sucking his cock and having this special relationship with my beautiful son. He was pleased! He was even more pleased when I told him to take off his jeans and let me at his cock. It wasn't long before I was repeating last night's performance.

For the next couple weeks, I did a lot of sucking. At least once a day, but sometimes up to five. One day when my boyfriend was on the couch napping, I took Jeffery down to the garage. In no time at all, He was bottomless and hard. I was on my knees and ready. He had not cum in about 24 hours so he had lots of cum for his mother to swallow!

About five weeks into our crosskicking adventure, we did our most daring deed. We were watching TV one Saturday afternoon, when my boyfriend fell asleep and started snoring loudly. Jeffery and I looked at each other and knew what we wanted to do. Careful not to wake him, we quietly made our way into the hallway. We wanted to be nearby in order to hear him if he woke up. He didn't wake, Jeffery got off, and mom had a belly full of cum! A nice afternoon! We continued like this for about two months. It was a happy routine. Until Jeffery did something one night that changed everything! I was forced to make a decision that I had been putting off.

-part 3 -

Now that Jeffery and I started our oral adventure, something happened, however, that threatened to put an end to our fun. What was it you ask? While I was sucking him, he reached over and squeezed my breast! You see, up to that point Jeffery had never touched me in a sexual way. My oral servicing seemed like an innocent game. But now it felt more serious!

"What's wrong, mom?" asked Jeffery. I didn't know how to answer.

"You grabbed my breast," I answered finally. "You've never done that before."

"I'm sorry. Was it wrong to do that?" I got up from the bed. "I have to think about this. We'll talk tomorrow, I said as I walked out of the room. My poor baby was so confused. What was wrong with his crazy mother?

Instead of going back to my bedroom, I went downstairs. I had a decision to make. I know it sounds crazy since I was already giving my son oral sex, but allowing him to pleasure me seemed like crossing the line fully into incest. Was I really ready for that? Would he and I be able to stop before we took it too far?

"What's wrong, mom? Did I do something wrong?" Jeffery startled me out of my troubling thoughts.

"No, baby, you did nothing wrong. Come here. Let's talk," I said motioning him to the sofa next to me. I explained to him my feelings about the line we were about to cross. I told him how serious it was and that if he had any doubts or misgivings, we would stop now and never talk about it again. I told him how much I loved him and how happy I was to be this close to him. He looked at me and said in all earnestness, "I love you too, mom, and I don't want to stop, ever!"

We embraced for what seemed like an hour. I didn't want to let go! When we finally released the embrace just a little, we looked into each other's eyes. Suddenly, he looked different somehow. He was no longer just my son. He was my lover!

There was an invisible force that pulled our lips together for our first lover's kiss! We made out for about a half hour. Our tongues wrestling and sharing saliva. It was so hot! We went to our separate beds agreeing to continue tomorrow.

The next day after school, Jeffery came home to a surprise. I decided it was time for him to have access to my tits. Standing there half naked, I suddenly felt very embarrassed. But the smile on his face put me at ease. He reached out and caressed them so gently as if they would break if he handled them too roughly. I wondered why I had waited so long to let him do this. When he started sucking, I almost passed out!

After a few days, I had another surprise for Jeffery. I walked in wearing my stocking and heels. I knew he would like that. I guess I was right because his cock got hard in an instant. However, he was a little disappointed because what he really wanted was a look at my pussy. He begged me to lower my panties. How could I resist him? I told him to pull them down himself. I almost came when he had my pussy exposed to the air! He asked me to spread my legs for him. Although I had been preparing myself for this moment, I was still blown away at how erotic and hot it was to spread my legs for my own son!

There I was, legs spread, pussy exposed, and cumming buckets. Jeffery was inspecting the hole from which he emerged from years ago! Then without warning, he plunged his mouth on my pussy lips and clit. He sucked me like a veteran of cunnilingus. Wow!

Eventually, we ended up in the 69 position! And just to show how attuned we were with each other, we each came at the same time! We came up for air and laughed at our cum covered faces. Of, course, we had a cum kiss to finish our session!

A couple of nights later, Jeffery was munching on my pussy again. Boy, was he good! Later, he asked me if he could rub his cock on my pussy. He promised he would not put it in me.

It felt wonderful to have my son over me, thrusting away. But at the same time, it was terrifying. Everything we had done I had somehow justified in my mind. But not intercourse, it would be full on incest! After cumming on my stomach, he hugged me and told me how much he loved me. But all I could think of was how far were we going to take this?

Well, that was the big question. There was a lot to think about. It's not easy being a mother!

-part 4 -

Jeffery and I had taken our relationship up a few notches. Well, now I had a decision to make. Was I going to allow him to fuck me or should we try and keep things the way they were? I told myself I didn't have to decide now.

Meanwhile, we kept up our late night meetings a couple times a week. Jeffery was always ready for me!

During my lunchtimes, I often read the incest forums online for advice. While I didn't find and real advice, I did read a lot of really hot mom/son stories. I still had not decided anything when my boyfriend came up with the idea of taking a vacation. He brought home brochures of some resorts. We decided on a beach front resort. On our way there, all I could think of was that it would be good to change up the routine. Maybe I could see things differently once we were away from our everyday surroundings.

The resort was on the most beautiful beach I had ever seen. We got settled in and looked around. It was good to be all together all the time. It reduced the temptation to sneak off with Jeffery. The next morning we went out to enjoy the beach. We found a nice spot and sat to enjoy the view. Jeffery and I could not keep our hands off each other. Nothing sexual, just mother son stuff. No one would suspect anything. However, when my boyfriend said he was going to take a nap right there on the beach, I took the opportunity to try and get some alone time with Jeffery. I told him that Jeffery and I would go on exploring the beach and we would catch up with him later.

After about twenty minutes of walking, we spotted a huge boulder. It didn't look like there was anybody on the other side. Jeffery and I made a run for it. It was the first time we had been alone together in about two days! I didn't know when we would get the chance again during this trip. Jeffery was becoming a great kisser! "When are we going to play again, mom?" asked Jeffery after a delicious make-out session.

"we'll see, baby," I purred.

The fact was that there was no time alone for us. My boyfriend was always nearby or there were other vacationers around. However, on our last day, that changed. Jeffery and I were on our little patio outside our rooms enjoying the beach and a drink. My boyfriend was inside watching a football game.

I noticed that Jeffery had been watching me like a hawk. I could see he had a bulge in his pants. I turned to him and whispered so no one could overhear, Let's go find a place where we could be alone! I got to have a taste of you or I think I'll burst!"

We climbed a hill overlooking the beach a ways from the resort. There were very few people here. Behind us was a wooded area that seemed like an ideal place for our needs.

Jeffery immediately went at his two favorite places; my tits and pussy. He stripped away his trunks. I turned around and pointed my ass at him. He placed his cock between my legs and started rubbing himself. Poor baby! He really wanted to fuck me!

Before long, he was cumming! I was about to tell Jeffery to scoop up his cum and feed it to me, when I got a shock! There was someone coming our way!

It was a jogger. I told Jeffery to get behind the tree and pretend he was pissing. When the stranger asked if we were OK, I said that we were. "My son really had to pee." I said. The stranger left never knowing I had a load of my son's cum on my back!

On our last night, Jeffery and I sat together watching the sunset. I cuddled with him in what was our most romantic moment of our brief time as lovers. And it was at that precious moment that I decided that I was going to let Jeffery fuck me! So now that the decision was made. I hade to prepare for the big day!

-part 5-

Driving home from our trip, I could only think about Jeffery inside me. I was so excited but I knew I had a lot to prepare before the big event. I made a mental list of what I needed in order to make this a very special moment in Jeffery's life and mine!

The first thing I did was make an appointment with my doctor in order to get some form of birth control. I was sure I wanted Jeffery to cum inside me but I didn't want to get pregnant.

A few weeks passed. No opportunity presented itself where Jeffery and I would be alone for at least a day until one day, my boyfriend told me about his work. He said that he was going to work so our weekend plans would have to be cancelled. That gave me an idea!

My sister had to leave ton with her husband in order to care for his dying mother. She had asked me more than once if I could check up on her apartment, just to make sure everything was alright. She had said I could stay a few days with my boyfriend, eat at the fine restaurants in town, and have a nice getaway weekend. I called her and set up the whole thing. But instead of my boyfriend, I would take Jeffery.

Since the weekend was only a couple of days away. I went out shopping for supplies! I wanted Jeffery to remember this weekend forever so I wanted to wear appropriate attire for the occasion.

The weekend had finally come. We said goodbye to my boyfriend and got in the car. We were positively giddy as we drove away. Jeffery knew we were going to play in our usual way but he had no idea that this weekend he would become a man! My man, that is!

After an hour and a half drive, we arrived at my sister's apartment. As soon as the door was closed behind us, Jeffery was at me. He stuck his face into my breast and mumbled something I couldn't make out. Poor baby! He was so horny!

As much as I wanted to rip my clothes off and get to work on that beautiful cock of his, I had to be firm, so I told him that he would have to wait for tonight after dinner to get some satisfaction. He didn't like it but he relented.

At dinnertime, I walked into the living room where Jeffery was watching TV. "I'm ready. You hungry?"





The Deeper The Love



Jeffery looked at me and liked what he saw. "You're beautiful, Mom!"

He came over and gave me a long, deep lover's kiss. After we broke, I said, "Tonight is going to be a special night."

The restaurant was a couple blocks away. It was such a beautiful night we decided to walk. It looked so romantic! We had a wonderful dinner! The atmosphere, the food, and the conversation was great. We laughed and talked like a couple on their first date. We were falling in love with each other by the moment!

On the way home, we came across a cute bench under a lamppost. The night was so lovely we decided to stop and enjoy the romantic atmosphere. Jeffery immediately got into the mood. He reached over and pulled me to him. What followed was a hot and heavy make-out session. I hoped no one saw us!

After awhile, I felt my pussy tingle and become wet. I told Jeffery, "let's go where we could really get down to business!"

I heard no complaints from Jeffery.

Back at the apartment Jeffery wasted no time at getting to his favorite part of me; my tits.

I quickly got into the outfit I had so carefully chosen. I looked pretty good for a mother of a lovely son, if I do say so myself! However, before I went out to Jeffery, I once again, got one of my feeling of doubt. Was I doing the right thing? Was I hurting Jeffery? I often had these thoughts even though I was really enjoying my relationship with Jeffery. Society considered incest the ultimate taboo! Fuck society! This was about Jeffery and I and what was best for us! With new resolve. I went to my beautiful boy.

I stepped into the room and Jeffery's eyes popped out of his head. I then sauntered over to the CD player and pushed play. Earlier I had put in a CD of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together." I danced for Jeffery in a way that I had not done at the mother son dance at his school. From the look of his cock, he was enjoying it! I danced around showing off the body I worked so hard, at the gym, to maintain. Soon, Jeffery joined me and I knew he was ready for a different physical activity!

I kissed him from the top of his head to his cock, worshipping his beautiful body. I gave him the best blow job of his life. It wasn't long before he rewarded me for my efforts! Jeffery had a lot of saved up cum because his load filled my mouth. I showed him his handiwork. I closed my mouth, and looked him straight in the eye, and swallowed! "All gone!" I said proudly. "Now, it's my turn, baby." I said as I spread my legs. Jeffery had gotten good at eating my pussy. I was in seventh heaven! Before long, I was spraying into his mouth! He soon was doing with my cum what I had done with his cum. I saw that he was hard again. This was the moment! I rubbed his cock with my foot and I said, "Baby, you've waited long enough! I want you to fuck me now!"

Jeffery exclaimed, "Thank you, Mom. I love you! I love you!" He peppered me with kisses to show his joy!

I positioned myself on the chair as he applied some lub. :Come on, baby, give it to me!" Jeffery was not gentle. He shoved it in deep, balls deep, with the very first thrust! It was heaven having my son inside me, We kissed passionately, all the while, he never stopped pounding me! With a final thrust, Jeffery came deep inside my pussy! I could feel it dripping out of me. I told Jeffery to catch it so it wouldn't stain the rug. I couldn't let that sweet cum go to waste so I ate it out of my son's hand. We took a break and watched a little TV, never thinking of putting on some clothes. We wanted to be ready when desire struck.

Desire struck soon enough! We tried as many positions as our strength allowed! Late into the night, we fucked in every imaginable position! Just before dawn, I awoke and looked at my beautiful boy sleeping. After what we did that night there was no going back! I was happy!

And as they say, "The rest is history."



The Deepest Cut



Funny how clouded your judgement gets at times. What seemed irresistible and so right can seem so wrong after a few days. Or hours. Or in this case about 10 minutes.

Liz has been cutting my hair for a least five years. She runs a women's salon out of her home and I started getting her to cut, okay cut and colour, my hair when my girlfriend pulled me in one day. 

Liz is in her late 30s or early 40s and I've always found her attractive. She has one of those bubbly personalities and she is cute as hell to boot. Add in the fact she always dresses to the nines when she is working, right down to moderately high heels always impressed me and left me wondering how she wasn't crippled.

Anyway when my relationship ended I kept going to Liz. My girlfriend always paid my bill because I didn't want to know what it actually cost. Anything over 15 bucks for a haircut is just out of my ability to process. I actually forgot to pay the first time I went alone. We were having such a fun time I laughed my way out the door and was halfway back to the office when I remembered. 

I took one of my framed photos for her when I went back next time and over the year since then money hasn't changed hands. I've printed and framed her husband's vacation photos and done a nice portrait of her parents. Perfect barter.

We always flirted when I went with my girlfriend and it hasn't stopped. Harmless of course cause she is happily married. 

During the last couple of appointments things got a bit more carried away and at one point when she had me leaning back while washing my hair, she threatened to straddle me and pin me down if I didn't stop squirming. I was incredibly glad my jeans were tight enough to hide my hardness, and the moment past.

It was a bit like that today. The pin down thing came up briefly during the hair wash, and there were several risque comments during the cut. At the end of the haircut I made some kind of a wise crack as she was brushing me off. She was in the process of tightening the cloth she wraps around my neck to keep the hair from going down my back when I said it. 

She playfully did a quick wrap around her hand and pulled it tight on my neck. It really choked me and my right hand instinctively went back around the side of the chair and it hit her thigh just below her fairly short skirt. I gripped her firm thigh tight and she let out a little yelp. I saw her raising her hand in the mirror and I reached across in front of me to grab it as she tried to slap me. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her around the side of the chair with my left hand. The hairbrush clattered to the floor and she slid around my shoulder, my hand continuing to grip her thigh. 

As her body lifted and I pulled her onto me my hand slid off her thigh and went between her legs. It slid up her leg from the stocking onto bare skin. I turned it and cupped her panty covered ass to pull her onto all the way onto me. My other hand pulled hers up and over my shoulder and she ended up laying diagonally across by body with her head on my shoulder.

Everything stopped, including time. i don't know which of us was more shocked. I do know which of us had the potential to be more offended. We lay like that for a few seconds. I was looking at us in the mirror and oh my god it was hot. Her skirt was hiked up and I could see she had stayup hose on. Her panties were peeking out from under the edge of her skirt, a silky bright white colour and my hand was cupping one of her lovely ass cheeks. I could feel her heart pounding, just like mine. I had no idea what to do.

When she pulled her hand from the one up over my left shoulder I knew she would push off and this would get very ugly. I quickly grabbed it again and pulled tight while I pulled her hips tight to pin her against me. She struggled without saying a word and it took all my strength to hold her in place. For some reason all I could get out was a long soft "Shhhhhhhhhhh" into the hair over her ear. She stopped struggling for a second and I relaxed just a bit on my hold. It was at that point that the little flutter in my stomach that had been there since she washed my hair turned into a burning flame. 

I nuzzled her ear through her hair and my hand opened a bit and then squeezed her lovely ass. My thumb moved a bit and when it hit soft warm skin I slid it under the leg band of her panty.

She pulled tight and finally she spoke "Let fucking go of me!" she commanded. I still had my lips near her ear and I hummed a "No way" into her ear. She had stopped pushing her hips up and I took that moment to slip my hand inside her panty and I cupped her bare ass. She stopped moving altogether and I slid my hand back and forth and then out of her panty. She relaxed a bit but when I grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up over her ass she thrashed again. Another "Shhhhhhh" and a squeeze to hold her. My hand moved down and touched her leg then slid back under her panty, up till the side of my fingers hit soft fur. I softly sawed it back and forth until I felt her lips just graze my fingers. 

She went completely limp and he hand slid up my arm and went around my neck. No sound. My other hand went down and slid up inside the arm of her short sleeved knit sweater. I ran it down over her shoulder then around and held it against the side of her bra. My other hand kept pushing higher and I slowed the movement as it went between her lips and sawed back and forth there. 

There was no wetness and I was very gentle. I couldn't help moaning in her ear a little and it deepened when she started to press against my hand. Turning it so I cupped her mound I put my fingers on either side of her pussy and pushed one lip inside her. She ground her ass up against my hand as my fingers worked in under the bra and cupped her breast. A little whimper escaped her.

At her pussy I worked up and down that lip and finally slid off it and inside her a little bit. Hot, damp, oh my god hot. As it slid deeper I finally hit her lovely lubrication as it moved down toward her lips. I moved my finger around inside her then pulled it down out and onto the lip. I pushed it back in and slid in that lovely slick wetness. She was crushing her face into my neck and whimpering just the sweetest and most exciting little bit.

Back inside her I found her soaked and two fingers easily slid inside. I pumped them in and out until I couldn't get them any deeper and her hips were rolling against me. Wetness was soaking my hand and even a bit of the panty that was rubbing on the back of my hand. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass in the mirror. My cock was raging hard.

She lifted her hips a bit on one my trips out of her wetness and I slid a finger up and over her little hood. My fingers were so wet it was easy to slide around on her lit so very gently. I could feel its shape as it hardened and pushed out a bit. That roundness was obvious and my finger could just barely feel the tiny slit. 

She was moaning into my neck and grinding on my hand. I stopped a couple times to wet my finger again in her wetness and after a couple minutes I felt her breathing turn into rasping intakes and without a single word or real sound she stiffened and shook in my arms. Her legs went straight out off the floor and then slowly sank back as all her weight deepened on my body.

My cock was aching and trapped in my jeans and I shifted to get it some relief.

She never looked up but she swung her legs and slid down off in front of me. My hand came out of her sweater and both of them went under the sheet covering my body. I lifted my hips and undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. I pushed them down a bit but she pushed down on my hips and I couldn't get them off. My cock though had sprung up and tented the brown sheet. Her hands were on top of the sheet. She took my cock in it and pulled the sheet tight so she could judge the size and shape of me. 

Still never looking up, she gripped me tight and started sliding her hand up and down. I moaned and stared at the image of us. Her skirt was still up and her ass and stocking covered legs were killing me as she knelt there in front of me. She kept moving her hands up and down on my cock and her fingers started softly drumming on the head of my cock. "Oh Fuck!" She had the right spot and she intensified her rubbing and drumming. I couldn't hold back. In a few seconds my back arched and I came into the sheet. It pumped hot gobs again and again. 

Her hands left me and when I opened my eyes she had her back to me. Her skirt was back down and she was fiddling with the brushes on the counter. She turned without eye contact and put a box of kleenex on my tummy.

She left the room and went into the en-suite bathroom. When she came out I had cleaned up all I could and had my pants done up again. She had straightened up her hair and her clothes and looked like nothing had happened. Only the stained and balled up sheet on the floor said anything. Liz never looked me. She was leafing her appointment book. 

"Call when you think you want the colour touched up" was all she said. I mumbled something totally fucked up and pulling my jacket on and I slipped out her front door.

I got about 10 blocks when reality really sank in. 

Anyone know a good barber in my area?



The Deepest of Intimacies



This story is basically a romantic memory as told to a psychotherapist. I have placed it into the mature category, but I will warn the readers that it contains a fair amount of bondage fetish and one anal scene.

Chapter One

"Annie is my 2 o'clock here yet?" Dr Janet Waters released the button on the intercom.

"Not yet. Shall I send him in when he gets here?" Annie replied.

"Yes please." Janet Waters released the intercom button and took a glance out the window. Fall colors were beginning to emerge on the hillsides surrounding Salt Lake City. Moving her eyes to the traffic four floors below her office window, Janet thought that perhaps the heavier than usual traffic on the streets below were causing her next patient to run a little behind schedule. And of course the parking in the downtown area had become such a hassle. She returned her attention to the sparsely populated lines on the client information sheet on the desk blotter before her. George Runyan. Age 76. He was referred through a family practice physician that she was unfamiliar with, and other than an address out in Pleasant Grove and a phone number, she had little to speculate on. Just as Janet turned her eyes back to the foothills, she heard a stirring in the waiting room. Subsequently there came a light knock on her office door, and the entry of George Runyan.

Extending her hand from behind her desk Janet introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Janet Waters". George shook her hand, noticing her firm grip "Nice to meet you Dr Waters, I'm George Runyan, but I'd be honored if you just call me Skip."

"Please have a seat Skip, and call me Janet." She took a moment to survey her new client. At 6'2" and perhaps 175 lbs, the broad shouldered man taking a chair by the window didn't show his age. His hair was silvered for sure, but neatly trimmed with what she speculated was a "razor cut." He wore a light brown tweed sport coat over an azure blue broad cloth shirt clasped at the neck with a darker blue striped tie. The image of the classic gentleman was most unusual to see during this day and age. Tan docker style pants with front pleats and brown wing tip shoes rounded out his look.

Janet gathered her leather bound note book and took a seat in the leather chair opposite George. "Tell me then, how is that you came to find me and what is the purpose of today's visit?"

Skip took a moment to reflect, then took a deep breath with a slow exhale. Casting his blue eyes out the window he began. "I'm having some difficulty dealing with the loss of my wife. My family doctor, whom I've gone to for many many years, put me on some anti-depressant medication about three weeks ago. He also recommended that I get some counseling to help me get past my grief. He and I also belong to the same church, and since there are things that I need to divulge, that I don't want to become common knowledge, I asked for a referral to someone here in the city. He did some research and you came very well recommended." 

As Skip concluded he brought his eyes to gaze into those of Janet. Pausing to gather her thoughts, Janet began "let me first explain that all psychologists take an oath to maintain patient confidentiality. What transpires in this room will be kept between us, I can assure you."

"Are you married Janet?"

"Divorced"

"Were you married for a long time?"

"About ten years."

Skip paused a moment then began again. "You appear to be much younger than myself; would it be improper of me to ask your age?"

"49, however, because of the client and therapist relationship, you aren't allowed to tell anyone that." Janet's face turned to a rather disarmingly broad grin, to which Skip responded by relaxing his shoulders, then a smile and a nod of his head.

"Point taken. Where would you like me to begin?"

"Tell me first a little about your wife. How long were you married, and how many children do you have?"

"We were married in 1958, so we were together for almost 48 years. We never had any children together, but I do have a step son. He was only three years old when Jillian and I met. I adopted him when we married, and raised him as my own. He took over the family business eight years ago when I retired. We haven't always seen eye to eye about things, but over all I'm pleased with him." George paused to reflect. Janet sensed by his breathing, that there was more to Skip's thinking than what was coming forth. She took the opportunity to further relax Skip by asking a few standard questions.

"Skip, have you ever been in therapy before?"

"No, but there were times I thought I should be....but, well you know what it's like being a church going man, father and company owner....." Skips voice trailed off into nearly a whisper.

"Skip. I use several techniques in my practice. One of which is body language. For example, I can tell that your mind right now has a myriad of thoughts running through it. You're finding it hard to put your feelings into words. What I would like you to do right now, is focus on the one thing that you don't want to say, but want me to know."

Skip took a deep breath, held it for a moment, then relaxed, closed his eyes, then began "Jill was a prostitute when we met......"

Holding back the sudden shock of Skip's words, she relaxed back into her leather chair and for Skips benefit closed her note pad. Sliding the pad onto the end table to her right side, she placed her ballpoint pen next to the pad. Pausing for a moment to let Skip get more comfortable with his story, Janet began again to pierce the thoughts Skip was holding in.

"Skip, we make no judgments in our profession. I've heard many stories, many of which have involved feelings of guilt or betrayal. Marriage counseling and divorces are the bread and butter of our business. I can assure you that there is nothing that you can tell me that would come as a surprise. To be effective in helping you sort through your thoughts, the grief of your loss, I need to know the details of what you're working through in your mind as we talk. Details are important."

There was silence in the room for a moment, and then Skip's demeanor seemed to lighten. He smiled back at Janet. Finally he began again with the words "then let's get down to business."

"If I start getting off track, just let me know. I was born in 1930. My full name is George Allen Runyan the third. My grandfather, George A. Runyan the first was a miner by trade. He started his life cracking ore with a pick axe. I don't know how much of his old stories were true or not, as he and my father both had a tendency to embellish a little bit." Slowly Skip began to relax, and it was obvious to Janet that he was having an easier time finding his words. Soon he was smiling and laughing, and even eliciting some laughter from Janet.

"Gramps started out in Butte, Montana learning the mining trade. He always thought that someday he'd strike it rich with gold or silver, but he never made his fortune that way. He did however acquire a mineral right to a hillside around Butte which turned out to be the largest lead deposit found in the US at that time. Are you familiar with lead?"

Janet was a bit transfixed with Skip's story. "Not really. Heavy stuff. Paperweights"

"Lead used to be a major component of brass. Zinc as well. Many uses at the time, but around World War One, brass was in great demand. Things like shell casings for bullets. Well, Gramps did very well for himself. He expanded past Butte and started a company that specialized in brass. That was 1923. By then he was acquiring mineral rights and small mining operations throughout the western states. He settled in Salt Lake many years later. My father was born in 1900. His mother was very big in the church at the time, and since the church was also heavily involved in metals and mining, it wasn't long before the social life at the time brought the Runyans into that social circle."

"Gramps retired and left the company to my father in 1949. By that time our family was respected around Salt Lake. The church and social functions took up a great deal of their time together. My father relished in his role with the company and with each new acquisition, the company and our family prospered. When I left for college my life began to change dramatically. What I thought I wanted to do with my life, becoming a teacher, didn't fit with my parents' plans. And although I did date quite a few times, I had trouble relating to the women at school. A little too prim and proper for me. Of course my parents always had their say in whom I dated. Coming up with daughters of friends and associates. Finally with my grades falling, and my social life becoming somewhat of a disaster, I left school. That was 1953. The family business was starting a down turn. We didn't know at the time how bad things were going to get in the mining business. My father, as did Gramps, diversified their investments so our family remained wealthy, however the business started to shrink. Mines were popping up all over South America and the metals produced hit the American markets really hard. Mines were closing up all over." Skip sat back with a wistful look on his face.

Janet then asked the question "So how did you meet your wife?"

"When I left school I told my father I'd return, however I wanted to work for awhile to find myself. Dad put me on the company payroll, and I began to do a little traveling for the company. We had several mines west of Las Vegas out in the Spring Mountains. The Lead mines were quite old and pretty much played out. My job was going out and closing them up and lay off the employees. Sell 'em if I could. Well, I got to spend a lot of time in Las Vegas. It was different then. Prostitution wasn't really legal at all in the state, but of course there were phone numbers to call."

"And you found your wife with a phone number?" Janet was by this time finding the story to be fascinating.

"Not really. I had concluded a sale of one of the lead mines to a much larger company. There were four or five of us that went out to dinner. I was the only one representing our company. The other guys were somewhat older and real hell raisers if you get my drift. Most had made many trips to Las Vegas and knew how things worked. Of course they knew of my church affiliation, so they were very cautious around me at first. Till we all had a few drinks of course. Unknown to me, one of the guys had arranged some female companionship for the group. After dinner we retired to the lounge. There was a dance band playing the popular music of the time, and the "ladies" came over to our table."

"And one of whom was Jill?"

"Yeah. We were all introduced. She started calling me Sugar. I don't think she remembered my name actually. I recall she was wearing these high heel shoes. Dark red. Seamed stockings with garters. She was beautiful. Light brown hair curled up. A very tight dress that left nothing at all to the imagination."

"Love at first sight then....." Janet said leaving the sentence unfinished.

"I suppose that infatuation would be a better term. After we danced and returned to the table, the other ladies and gents were gone. They'd left a pile of money in the middle of the table of course. Jill reached into my coat pocket and fished out my room key and said Come on Sugar. Let's you and me find someplace more private." Skip's voice trailed off a bit, and then with his thoughts in order he began again.

"Well, when we got up to my room, she soon became aware of how naive I was. It didn't matter at the time, but she was a few years older than me.....and of course her level of experience far exceeded mine. But I found her to be so alluring. So totally different from any woman I'd ever known. She was a fantasy for me plain and simple."

"Skip we're running out of time this afternoon."

"Yes, I see the clock has ticked down to zero." Skip said with a broad grin.

"I'd like to see you a few more times. Do Tuesday afternoons work for you?"

"Yes, that will be fine. Same time?"

"Annie at the desk will verify that when she books your appointment. But before you go, I'd like to give you a little homework. Grief and guilt are like a pile of stones. The pile itself cannot be moved all at once, but if we take each stone, one at a time, then we can eventually move the whole pile. So take some time this next week, and recall every detail of your first experience with Jill. As much detail as you can recall. We'll talk more about that next week, and starting working on another stone."

"Thank you Janet."

Chapter Two

"Weather in a word tomorrow, fair skies with plenty of sunshine. High about 65."

Skip pushed the button on the TV remote, bringing the evening newscast to a close. He settled himself back into his leather recliner, a nightly ritual he'd taken on since losing Jill. He didn't want to go back to the master bedroom by himself.

"So tell me Sugar. Do you do this often?" Jill smiled as she pressed herself up against Skip. Her perfume lightly graced the air in the subdued lighting of the hotel room. "Be a dear and unhook me." Skip moved his hands to the top of Jill's satin dress, fumbling with the dress hook. Skip was lost in the moment. Tentative at first, but once the hook came open; Skip took some more initiative and operated the zipper to the lowest point on the back of Jill's dress.

"No, I ah......this is a first for me." Skip blushed as the words left his mouth.

"Oh handsome, you're such a sweetheart." Jill smiled back at Skip, and with a slight tilting of her shoulder, her satin dress slipped to the floor. Skips eyes were transfixed by the way Jill stepped out of the dress, keeping his eyes on her shoes.

Jill pressed herself back against Skip, reaching for his neck tie with her long, red painted fingernails. "Then I want you to relax and let me do all the work." Jill moved Skips necktie to the left to gain some slack, then skillfully pulled the short end through the knot. As the Windsor knot came loose, Jill pulled the silk tie free from his shirt collar. Leading him over to the edge of the queen size bed, Jill turned Skip around towards her and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once that was accomplished, she undid his belt buckle and pulled his leather belt free from his suit pants. When she released the button on his pants, Skip moved his hands to his waist band to speed things along. Jill clasped his hands, ending their motion and looked into his eyes "I said.....let me do all the work."

Within a few moments, Skip was seated on the edge of the bed completely naked. Jill smiled at him, his erection was now at full mast. "Turn down the spread Sugar, let's get in." Skip followed her instructions and laid back with his head on a pillow. Jill made a momentary stop in the bathroom and then returned to the edge of the bed. She was missing her girdle, but her stockings, panties and bra were still in place.

"Shall I leave my stockings and shoes on?" Jill coyly asked. Skip blushed, ever so slightly, but Jill was quick to notice. "I'll take that as a yes."

Jill slid onto the bed kneeling next to Skip. As she did so, Skip reached up touch Jill's breasts. Once again Jill clasped his hands. "Now Sugar, what did I tell you? Am I going to have to tie these hands of yours?" If Skip had blushed before, this time he turned a brilliant crimson.

"Oh my, you naughty boy you." Jill reached over to the side of the bed and retrieved Skip's leather belt. "Cross your wrists Sugar." Skip hesitated at first then followed Jill's command. Once his wrists were secured back to the headboard Jill leaned into Skip to give him a warm lingering kiss. Her tongue pierced his lips, hesitantly at first, then plunging into a full exploration of his mouth. Jill broke off the kiss, then continued lightly kissing first his chin, then moved down his chest to pay attention to both his nipples. Placing the index finger of her left hand against Skip's lips, he responded with first a kiss, then a lick, and finally sucked her finger into his mouth. He began to moan. As his moans increased, Jill began to move her finger in and out of his lips. With her right hand, she began running her fingernails lightly over Skips upper thighs, first the left then the right, and while she was doing so, Skip spread his legs wider to allow Jill open access to his balls. Lightly she stroked his balls, and then she grasped the base of his cock. Jill removed her left hand from Skips mouth, moving it down to his nipple, where she gave it a quick pinch. Skip could feel Jill's breath getting closer to the end of his manhood. As Jill moved her tongue over the tip of Skip's penis his orgasm began to erupt. Realizing what was happening, Jill quickly sucked the head into her mouth, catching as much of his load as she could. Rope after rope of his seed splashed against her tongue. When his erection began to soften, Jill gave his cock a quick kiss then retreated to the bathroom to rinse out her mouth. Skip remained motionless, momentarily spent.

"My goodness Sugar, you sure are quick on the trigger." Jill resumed her position kneeling next to Skip.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I......"

Jill only smiled looking down at him. "Shush....I actually take it as a compliment Sugar. I guess you've really never been with a skilled lover before huh?"

"No"

"Well, the party isn't over yet Sugar." Jill reached back to unclasp her bra. As she did, her breasts fell free. They were large, far larger than any of the coeds that Skip had bedded. Rich full breasts with dark aureoles and long thick nipples. Jill leaned over where Skip could get a real close-up look moving her left nipple above his lips she said "Now Sugar, why don't you start getting me ready."

With that Skip sucked her nipple hard into his mouth followed by as much as he could of her DD breast.

"Easy Sugar, not too hard now." Jill reached down and lightly ran her fingers from the base of Skips cock to its tip then traveled them back down. Alternately fondling Skip's penis, and her vaginal area, Jill began to moan herself. Skips response was immediate. Once Jill was satisfied with his erection, she positioned herself over him, and with one swift motion, impaled herself taking him fully into her vagina. Jill settled back momentarily then leaned forward freeing his hands from the belt restraint. Once freed, she moved his hands to her breasts.

"Like my titties Sugar?"

"Oh my god yes...you feel so good. This feels so good......." The two of them began a rocking motion, speeding up and slowing down as Jill set the rhythm. Before long, in response to Jill's wetness and urging, Skip felt his balls begin to tighten back into his body, signaling that it was going to happen again. When it did, it was blissful. Both of them moaning, and panting and sweating. Jill was the first to cry out, as her body began to shake. Upon feeling her vaginal muscles tighten around his cock, Skip pushed his hips up as high as he could, plunging as deeply as possible into Jill. That motion sent Jill over the top, and the faint cry which began the flow of fluids from their coupling.

The spent lovers relaxed for a while, perhaps half an hour, when Jill went off to the bathroom for a pee break. Rather than returning to Skip's side, she stopped at the dresser to get her cigarettes out of her purse. Lighting one with the provided matches that the hotel had left in the ashtray, she took a long drag followed by a cone exhale towards the ceiling. With her cigarette and ashtray, she returned to Skip's side.

"I'm sorry, I should have offered. Would you like a cigarette?"

"I don't smoke."

"Now Sugar, if you're gonna become a famous lover boy, you're gonna have to start smoking. Women love it."

Jill placed the cigarette next to Skip's lips, and in response he took a tentative puff. Not inhaling much, but not coughing either. Jill smiled down at him, and abruptly got up and began putting on her clothes.




The Deepest of Intimacies



"Can....can I see you again?"

Jill looked over to Skip. With her cigarette dangling from her lips, while she pulled up her girdle. A smile crossed her face.

"Anytime Sugar."

Jill finished her dressing, and using the hotel pen and stationary, she scribbled down her phone number Hunter 8-1930 A quick peck on the lips, and she was gone. The hotel room seemed strange without her, but her perfume stayed behind as a reminder as Skip feel asleep.

Chapter Three

"Good afternoon Skip and how are you this afternoon?" Janet said as George Runyan entered the inner office. 

"I am well, thank you." Skip replied as Janet motioned him towards their customary chairs along the window wall. Opening up her leather bound note pad, Janet took her seat and remained quiet as she glanced through the notes she'd taken during her first visit with George. Satisfied that she was up to speed, she began the second session with Skip.

"At the end of our visit last week, I asked you to do a little homework, to bring back some memories of how you met your wife Jill. First, did it bring up some pleasant or unpleasant memory?"

Skip smiled for a moment then began. "Actually it was quite pleasant. I must admit I did doze off, perhaps leaving some details left uncovered, but overall it was very pleasant."

"And did you find it beneficial?"

"Yes, and I've found myself looking forward to this afternoons visit. Now do I share my memories with you.....or do we start the next stone?"

Janet smiled back to Skip. "I don't really need to know the details, unless it is relevant and you wish me to know them. I think the fact that you've found your memory to be pleasant is enough for me to know at this point. So this afternoon, let's continue with how your relationship progressed and how you became husband and wife?"

Skip leaned back and placed his hands together as he collected his thoughts, then began. "After our first meeting, which was very sexual, I began to fanaticize about Jill a lot. I knew I wanted to see her again. My job had me traveling back up to Salt Lake, and then on to Montana for a bit and so it must have been about three weeks before I made it back to Vegas. During that time I thought about Jill every spare minute that I wasn't thinking about work."

"Sounds like a classic case of lust. What set your experiences with Jill apart from your other relationships?" Janet was still jotting down the occasional note on her pad.

"A combination of things really. She was aggressive. She took me to places that I'd only fanaticized about. I could recall her lipstick, and her perfume. Her undergarments." Skip was now starting to blush. Janet was quick to pick up on it too. "And sorry to say, I really didn't have that much experience with women."

"Were you a virgin?"

"No, I had some experience before I left school. I'd met a girl at college, and she and I had a relationship. But the sex was pretty much standard missionary position, with me on top. We didn't keep in contact after I left school."

"A moment ago you were blushing. What caused that, if you'd care to share with me?"

"Well, I suppose I am still a little old fashioned. But by today's standards, at least from what I see and hear on TV, I wasn't too weird at the time. Jill tied my hands over my head while she made love to me. I found it to be most intense. It sorta lifted my guilt feelings about having sex outside of marriage. Like I wasn't in control, and what was happening to me was not my fault."

Janet put her note pad down on the table next to her chair. Settling back into her chair, she lifted her right hand to adjust her glasses.

"Bondage goes back thousands of years. At the time you were experimenting with Jill, Dr Alfred Kinsey was gathering data for a book on human sexuality. The book came out a little after your beginning, but if you'd know then what a lot of other couples were already doing, you wouldn't have experienced "that weird feeling".

"Without going into elaborate details, did your next couple of visits with Jill, also include more bondage?" Janet now placed her pen down on top of her pad.

"Oh yeah. It was like I'd taken some kind of drug. But I'd like to add at this point, Jill was also into it. I mean, I'd heard that working girls didn't really derive much satisfaction sexually from their clients. Jill seemed to really enjoy tying me up. If she hadn't, I wouldn't have asked her to do it."

"Tell me about how the two of you decided to get married. You were obviously an unlikely couple. Given your church background, and her occupation."

Skip relaxed a moment, obviously glad to get away from the subject of bondage.

"I was in Vegas. Perhaps the fifth time we were going to be together. I called her number and a woman answered, she turned out to be my future sister, and informed me that Jill was in the hospital. I was worried. I left the hotel immediately and found the hospital and got her room number from the front desk. I brought her some flowers of course."

"And she was happy to see you?"

"No, not at first. She was embarrassed. At that time women were using sponges as a form of birth control. The sponge had caused an entopic pregnancy. Her sister had taken her in with severe abdominal cramps. At first the doctors didn't know what it was. By the time it was diagnosed, and she'd had the surgery and wouldn't be able to have more children."

"Jill had kids already?"

"Yes. One son. I should say our son. Well, not mine really. But I did raise him like he was mine. Jill knew who his father was. A fellow she'd been seeing while she was employed as a secretary. He was married, and wasn't going to divorce his wife. When Jill told him that she was pregnant, he got her fired from her job. Gary was born in 1955."

"So, after she got over being angry, you proposed?"

Skip chuckled. "She didn't get over being angry with me for quite a while. But her sister whom I'd met filled in some of the blanks. Jill had turned to prostitution to support herself and Gary. Now, with a huge surgical scar across her abdomen, it was unlikely that Jill would be going back to prostitution."

"So what was your reaction? Were you going to get married just to preserve your bondage fantasy?"

"Yes and no. Let me explain. First of all, Jill was flat broke and wasn't able to pay the hospital bill. I called my father and made up a story about a secretary that used to work for a mine we'd closed down, that was hospitalized. I told the folks that I'd begun to date her, and that I felt guilty about leaving her in the lurch without having a job. Well, we transferred some money to the hospital to cover the medical bills."

"And did your father ever learn the truth?"

"Nope. Never came clean with that one. But that was just the beginning."

"Skip, we're starting to run a little short on time. How did you propose?"

"Well, after Jill got out of the hospital, she was still very much on the mend. We started going out for walks and picnics and drive-in movies. Just regular dating. Then one evening I just popped the question. She said "NO" at first. That I needed a younger gal that could give me children of my own." Skip laughed. "I just kept being persistent was all. And she finally gave in."

Janet pulled herself to her feet. "For this week's homework, I'd like you take some time and focus on the difference between today's sexuality verses what it was back in the late 50's. I need you to recall again in detail how your relationship with Jill grew, and what other factors there were besides your desiring the type of sex life that you had. Same time next week then?"

"I'm looking forward to it." And with that said Skip left the office to return to his lonely home.

The sun had long since set. Skip heard the furnace kick on, and felt the rush of warm air descend to the side of his leather chair. He settled back, once again relaxed enough to bring forth a memory.

"Comfy Sugar?" Skip could only nod his head. His mouth was stuffed with a pair of nylon panties, which had been placed in a silk stocking and then tied around his head. Beads of sweat were forming on his chest and forehead. His life with Jill had taken another first. Jill had secured his wrists and ankles to the bed frame using heavy white rope. Around his wrists and ankles were leather straps, buckled tightly and the rope secured his movement being connected to metal D rings attached to the leather straps. The smell of Jill's panties, stuck just under his nose, excited his senses. His erection, which had been rock hard for the last 30 minutes, pulsated with each beat of his heart.

"Now Sugar, I want you pay very close attention now. You're going to learn how to eat pussy." Jill reached down and gave Skip's cock a light brushing with her finger nails. Once Skip's eyes were transfixed on Jill's movements, she unclasped her bra, and let it fall onto the bed. Her black nylon stockings were still suspended from the lacy black garter belt. Her panties were now getting even more soaked by Skip's saliva. Taking her breasts in her hands, she first caressed the sides slowly moving her fingers to her nipples and giving them a gentle squeeze. Straddling Skip's chest, Jill maneuvered the two bed pillows over each of his upper arms. Reaching to the bed side table, Jill got her package of cigarettes and the hotel ashtray and placed them in front of her on the head board. Extracting a white cylinder and the book of matches, she lit her cigarette taking a long luxurious drag. After a cone exhale towards the ceiling, she again began to massage her ample breasts. Sliding her hips forward, she placed her knees to either side of Skips head and began a slow deliberate rubbing motion of her vaginal opening against Skip's nose. Her smell filled his nostrils. Slowly rocking back and forth, as her essence permeated his breathing, Jill dangled her cigarette and using both hands pulled the gag from Skip's mouth.

"Now Sugar, I want you to stick out your tongue and get it as far into my pussy as you can, then lick upwards towards my clitoris." Jill began to place more pressure to Skip's lips, and her knees and thighs began to close firmly to the sides of his head. Her rocking motion began to elicit moans of pleasure. 

"This isn't going to take very long Sugar" moaned Jill. Following another tightening of her upper leg muscles, she began to spasm, which in turn produced a rush of fluids which caught Skip unaware. Jill's moaning became louder. She panted with a sense of urgency. 

"Swallow me.....god...swallow me......"

It was all Skip could do to catch as much of her orgasmic fluid as he could. 

Seemly contented for the moment, Jill slid her pussy back down his chest to a level just above his raging hard on. Giving Skip a long deep French kiss, she tasted her own fluid. Once again dangling her cigarette, she returned the gag back into Skip's mouth.

"MMMmmmmmm Pussy and cigarettes....My favorite."

Jill moved down a little further, taking his cock into her vagina for the first time that evening. With one slick motion, he was buried to the hilt inside of her. Smiling, Jill paused for a moment to extinguish her cigarette, then once again began her rocking motion, taking him nearly out, then with a rush driving him back to her cervix. Jill continued to pound away on Skips cock, with him being unable to move in rhythm with her due to his bound up position. Her second orgasm was building to full force. Unable to find the right rhythm, Skip was a helpless victim of the savage fucking he'd longed for. Just this very thought alone, was enough to get him up and over the edge. With a stifled moan, Skip's jets of semen shot deeply into her pussy. Over and over again until Skip was completely spent. Feeling the hot jets of jisum in her vagina, Jill's second climax overtook her, bringing yet more moaning and another blast of warm fluid onto Skip's groin.

"So, what'd think. You like eating pussy?" Jill smiled at Skip as she slid to his side. Skip gave a nod and blinked his eyes. 

Chapter Four

Glancing at his wristwatch George realized that Dr. Waters was running a little late. George "Skip" Runyan was a little early for his weekly appointment and since the 

Dr was running a little late; he'd been leafing through some old housekeeping magazines to keep himself entertained. Shortly Dr Waters's office door opened with two women emerging. Although Dr Waters caught his eye, it was the other woman that drew his instant attention. She was perhaps mid fifties but well preserved for sure. Skip guessed her to be about 5'5" tall and very shapely. Salt and pepper hair and wore black ladies slacks with matching 3" spike heeled shoes. Her walk was both graceful and practiced. A burgundy satin blouse with long sleeves complemented her arms and hands with fingers which were tipped with medium length nails polished in dark red.

Dr Waters spoke softly to her receptionist. "Annie would you please book Lorraine again next week in this same time slot?"

"Of course, Janet."

Lorraine said nothing to Annie, just an acknowledging nod of her head. As she walked over to the coat rack, Skip folded his magazine and placed it onto the table to his side. Rising towards the coat rack, he picked off the only coat hanging, a black leather trench coat, and helped Lorraine get her arms into it. Lorraine turned to face Skip and gave him a simple "thanks". Briefly noting her porcelain complexion, Skip nodded and turned to head towards Janet's office. A sudden flush of embarrassment reddened his cheeks as he caught Janet watching his movements.

"Hello Skip, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"No problem Janet."

They took their customary seats along the row of windows. Skips attention was distracted momentarily as Annie closed the door behind them. His thoughts of Lorraine dissipated as he began to focus on his reason for being there. Although he desperately wanted to know more about Janet's previous client, he pushed the thought back, not wanting to further embarrass himself.

"We ended our last visit with you telling me how you proposed to Jill after her surgery and recovery. She was hesitant to marry you, but you said you persisted. Let's begin today's session with your wedding, and your life together."

Skip collected his thoughts for a few moments, then began "Well, Jill and her son had been living with her sister. I had an apartment in Salt Lake which I called home, but it was a little small for the three of us. After my parents had met Jill, my father offered me an advance to put a down payment on a house." Skip chuckled for a moment with an amused look on his face, and then continued. "Jill and Gary moved their stuff from Vegas to Salt Lake. They moved into my apartment and I took my clothes over to my folk's house. Neither of my parents would tolerate her and me living together of course. But Jill and I found a house that would work for us, and I didn't mind staying with my parents for a couple of weeks. As dad and I were getting the house in order, my mother helped Jill put together the wedding plans."

"Did Jill then join the church?"

"Had too. In those days it wasn't as easy as it is now. But Jill and I got our stories in line. Gary was too young to have to worry about and of course Jill's sister Rose kept a tight lip on their family secrets. Rose was the maid of honor and Gary sat in the front row with my folks."

"Small wedding?"

"Yeah, by Salt Lake standards anyway. I had a friend I worked with that stood with me as best man. My father agreed to walk Jill down the isle."

Janet took a moment to relax her writing hand, and then continued.

"Tell me about you and Jill and Gary, and how you related to your parents."

"My folks just adored Gary from the very first. He was a bright young boy for sure. Jill and I fell into the Salt Lake society. First we met some neighbors, and then friendships developed. Our company started doing really well, and dad thought I'd spent enough time on the road. I settled into an office in Salt Lake and I didn't have to spend near as much time away from Jill. We started playing golf with our friends."

"And your parents, help or hindrance?" Janet abbreviated the question.

"Mostly helpful. Of course we were generations apart. But Jill and I made it to the necessary functions for the church and of course the family business."

Janet paused for a moment and capped her ballpoint pen. Folding her notebook for the time being she shifted her weight in her chair. Gathering her thoughts she asked the next question.

"What then became of your bondage addiction?"

Skip reflected for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. Then began.

"Well, we still had our moments of course. But as Gary got older it got harder to find the time. Jill could always sense when it was time to take me in that direction. And of course the more she did things for me, the more I wanted." 

Skip took another moment to collect his thoughts. Sensing his reluctance, Janet just stared blankly ahead. Skip began again.

"Jill and I were out for an afternoon drive. Gary was nine years old at the time, but was spending some time with friends of ours. We found a lake and as we drove around it we came upon a dead end. Far from the other houses sat two cabins, one larger and the other was rather rustic and smaller. Both were for sale. They belonged to a couple of brothers, and had been in their families for years. One brother had passed on, and other was in rather ill health, so they were for sale. We bought them both, although nobody knew that we owned the smaller one. I hired a local contractor who remodeled the larger one for us, and that became a family weekend get away. The other we kept shuttered, and as was needed, I did some remodeling on my own. We always told folks that the cabin belonged to somebody who didn't use it much. I had a local guy cut the grass and bill me for both. We paid the utilities and taxes of course, but both were on the same bill, so nobody has ever found out."

"You still have them?"

"Yes."

"And the small cabin became your place for bondage?"

"When we could get away by ourselves. Usually we had friends or Gary along. But about once a month or so....yeah, we got to spend some time in the little cabin."

"What about inbetween times. During the week. Did your sex life with Jill include bondage?"

"Oh yeah. But not quite on the same scale. Bondage on the level that I liked, and that Jill was willing to do, took a lot of accessories. Furniture, outfits and other things...." Skip now began to blush. He wished he hadn't said that. Janet sensed that, and glanced at her watch.

"We've used up another hour Skip. How do you feel?"

"Ah embarrassed......." Skips voice trailed off.

"Don't be. Bondage is very popular. I consider it to be a level of intimacy that you and Jill had, and quite frankly from my knowledge, it is the most intimate level that a couple can achieve."

Standing up, Janet gave Skip his next week's assignment. " I want you to review your life with Jill up until the time she became sick. It's going to be hard, but I feel your ready to relive it somewhat, and it's necessary to complete your therapy."

Skip made his way to the elevator all the while thinking in fragments. Leather trench coats/Lorraine/whips and chains. Later that evening Skip was relaxed and feeling better than ever. His mind was on his homework, but he felt encouraged for the first time in months. His therapy was working, and he felt light hearted somewhat. Tonight would be the night, and foregoing his leather chair, Skip took the walk down the hall to the master bedroom to once again share the bed that had been he and Jill's.

Crack. The whip stung Skip's ass. He felt his balls pull up in his scrotum as the pain swept across his nether regions. Looking ahead he could only see the darkness being contained by the leather blind fold. A gag kept him from screaming, and the tears coming from his eyes joined with his salvia flow surrounding his mouth. As the pain subsided, Skip recalled Jill's leather outfit. She had deliberately changed in front of him in the other cabin, then leading him naked in hand cuffs and leg irons to the little cabin. Once inside, he was blindfolded and then placed on his hands and knees across the spanking bench. His wrist cuffs were transferred to the metal rings on the front legs of the bench, and his ankles were now strapped to a leg spreader bar. He could feel the rug under his knees and the leather belt which held his torso tight to the padded bench. His submission to Jill was now complete; it was now up to her as to what direction the evening would take, and how long it would last.




The Deepest of Intimacies



The smell of Jill's cigarette began to push back the mustiness of the cabin. It became stronger as Jill moved about the room, taking her own sweet time with Skip's torture. Her pussy had already soaked the nylon panties she removed from under her leather pants. Sometimes, when she was in the right mood, she would orgasm at least once just strapping Skip to this bench. This was one of those times, and the perfect time to try something a little dangerous. Would he like it? I guess time would tell.

"Lift your chin Sugar". 

Jill released the gag from Skip's mouth, then teased his lips with a plastic dildo. Slowly, Skip parted his lips, and Jill gently inserted the bulbous head into his mouth.

"Suck sugar, you know how. You know how you like it, well I want just the same"

Being strapped to the bench and blind folded, Skips motions were slow to start, but after getting used to the strange invader pushing against his tongue, his lips closed around it and started a natural sucking motion. Skip then found enough slack in his bounds to move his head up and down and side to side. Bobbing and weaving his head as Jill gently maneuvered the plastic phallus in and out. Once Skip began to make slurping sounds, Jill placed her right hand to the back of Skip's head, pressing him forward, and began a slow guttural moan. The double ended dong which she had mail ordered, fit snuggly into the leather strap on belt, which was off set enough, that Skip's end was elevated. As her second climax began to build, Jill's face relaxed into a sly smile, completely hidden by Skip's blind fold. Jill slowed her motions, and dangling her cigarette now, she placed her left hand to the back of Skips head. Skip now realized that the phallus had its own support. Beads of sweat began to dot his forehead. The plastic cock pulled back from his lips. As Skip reached forward to regain the feeling of the phallus, a new and colder phallus entered his mouth. He then felt the leather strap and buckle become tight around the back of his head. He KNEW. The beads of sweat on his forehead now began to run down his cheeks. He KNEW.

Jill maneuvered to Skip's backside and knelt between his legs. Still dangling her ever present cigarette, she took a tube of lube from the side table and placed a dollop on Skip's tight ass. She worked the lube around the exterior, then gently pushed a glob through his tight hole with her finger. Skip relaxed as much as he was able, but reflex kept him tight to her finger. Pausing slightly, Jill waited until he relaxed and her finger slid smoothly into his bum. He KNEW. After the first digit, Jill then inserted a second, followed by more lube. He KNEW. And so did his throbbing cock. Jill noticed the twitching, and Skip's scrotum beginning to tighten. She withdrew her fingers and placed another glob of lube on his anus, using a portion to spread thinly over the dildo. 

Slowly Jill now moved closer behind Skip. Placing the dildo's head gently at the opening, she began to tease his ass with it. Skip strained against his bindings to move back towards his destiny. Jill placed her spent cigarette into the ashtray, and with a sly smile crossing her face, she eased forward. At first there was a resistance, then with a slight plop, the head of her strap on dildo slid into Skips arse.

Their thoughts became one. AT LAST. Skip's submission became complete. It was everything he'd wanted. Jill's vagina told her all she needed to know. Her delayed orgasm was now unleashed. It wouldn't take her long. Once Skip began a small rocking motion, Jill countered with her own. Gently at first but after adjusting her position between his legs to get closer to his butt cheeks, she placed her hands to either side of his rear and began a longer pistoning motion. Skip let out a moan behind his penis gag, and softly began what sounded like a crying sound.

"I've waited a long time Sugar, but now I have you right where you belong. Now you're really mine." Jill's voice was tinged with lust. Her motions became longer and smoother. Skips ass opened up to the new feelings that at first he'd longed for, but now seemed to crave. Skip began to tighten. Jill sensed that he was at the edge, but would this push him over?

"I think I'll have your ass again tomorrow, in fact Sugar, I think I'll just leave you like this all night."

Skip let a deep moan as he crossed the edge. White ropes of jisum began spurting from the end of his cock. The first rope hit the vinyl padding below his knees, followed by several more splashing against the backboard which held his legs firm to the bench. 

Jill's orgasm began with a shutter. She paused, then fully inserted the plastic phallus into Skip's ass until the metal ring holding the invader pressed tightly to it's target. Waves of pleasure began to emanate from her core. She held her breath as the electricity shot though her body. Feeling wave after wave of pleasure, until she could no longer remain kneeling, but had to fall forward to rest on Skip's lower back.

Several minutes went by, as the two long time lovers came down from their peaks. Jill slowly removed her dildo from his posterior. Skip stayed motionless, enjoying the sudden sensation of being emptied. Jill went to her elevated chair where her cigarettes were located. Passing Skip's head she removed his blindfold to allow him to see, but kept the gag in place so he couldn't speak. She knew how to play the game.

Chapter Five

With a big smile on his face, Skip sat waiting his turn and hopefully his final visit with Dr Waters. His thoughts drifted back over the last week. His son and daughter had come and helped him clean out Jill's things. Most was given to charity, and a few of her more prized positions his daughter in law had kept for their kids. It was remarkable how much progress Skip had made over the months of visits with Janet. He'd been sleeping back in the master bedroom for several weeks now, and the cloud of despair had lifted from his shoulder. The weather had even taken a turn towards spring with higher than normal temperatures in the Salt Lake City area.

The door to Dr Water's office presently opened with Lorraine Benjamin exiting first followed by Janet Waters. The two started a hand shake but abandoned that to give one another a hug. Lorraine stopped momentarily at Annie's desk to give her a brief handshake and a "Thank You."

Without need of an over coat Lorraine headed towards the outer door of the clinic, but then stopped and turned towards Skip who was just starting to get to his feet.

"And how are you today?" Lorraine queried Skip.

"Just great and how about you?" was Skip's answer.

"My last visit and I feel just great today." The two stared at each other in a silent moment of understanding. Skip's heart took a jump which was not all that unusual. During the last few visits, he'd pretty much anticipated seeing Lorraine as much as he did Janet Waters. Since the beginning of their brief half dozen or so exchanges of pleasantry, Skip had noticed that the lightness that he was now feeling seemed to be equaled in Lorraine's demeanor. Apparently this would be their last meeting, a thought which caused Skip a sudden feeling of regret.

With Lorraine's exit, Skip turned to enter Dr Waters's office as she greeted him with a smile.

"Seems like its graduation day around here." Janet beamed at Skip.

Skip took that to heart and smiled as he took his customary chair opposite Janet. Noticing her lack of her leather note pad Skip made a comment about her not taking notes today.

"Nah. I closed up your file this morning. I have a few things I wanted to review with you, but from your last visit I feel going on with more visits won't be necessary. Tell me did you get your son and his wife over to do a little house cleaning?"

"Yeah it took us two afternoons, but we got it done. I feel good about giving so much to charity, and I think Jill would be pleased with what the kids kept."

Janet's eyes narrowed a bit before continuing "And you felt comfortable with whole thing?"

"Yes, very. I remember from one of our sessions, where you remarked it was like suddenly there would be a door in my mind that would open, and a "clear day" would shine through. I thought about that when the kids showed up at my door. I knew then that it was time." Skip relaxed back into his seat.

Janet then began a summation of their sessions. "Grief and guilt seem to go hand in hand. The exercises that I gave you to do between visits were designed to place your memories into the perspective of the love and admiration that you and Jill had. Sure, it was rather unusual, but then most long term marriages have a strong foundation of one kind or another. It was your desire for bondage and her willingness to accommodate you that fueled the deep emotional connection. The deepest of intimacies."

"Janet I'm curious. I guess its part of letting go and a little bit of loneliness that has stayed with me, but I would like your opinion as to whether or not I should start a new relationship. Do you think I'm ready?" Skip leaned forward to catch any sign on Janet's face.

Without hesitation Janet said "I think so. You've gotten over the biggest of hurdles. Of course the decision is entirely up to you."

"Then I would like to inquire about your previous visitor Lorraine?" Skip was blushing now; he could feel his cheeks getting warmer.

Janet smiled. "Skip you know about the therapist client privilege. I can not say anything to you about her." Skip felt a sudden disappointment. Then with a slight smile "but I can tell you what I told her. You're a fine gentleman and you would have a lot in common."

Suddenly Skip had more questions, but knew better than to ask. "She.......asked about me?" Janet blinked her eyes slowly and gave an affirmative nod of her head.

"Times up Mr. Runyan" Janet smiled. The two rose to standing and gave one another a hug. As Skip made his way towards the office door "Oh and Skip, on my client's final visit I always like to recommend that they stop and get a cup of coffee at the bookstore across the street. The Latté's are just super. It sometimes takes awhile to get one, and of course about an hour or so to enjoy it."

Skip wrote a check out to Annie for his final visit, glancing at his watch. Janet smiled at him as he left the outer door on his way to the coffee shop.

The End



The Deepest Taboo



I peered above the rim of my sunglasses at the sunlight gleaming off of the water of my parents pool as I rubbed the baby oil on my flat, tight belly. I had just turned 19, and was a sophomore in college very near my childhood home. Most of my friends had gone away to universities out of town and or state. I chose to go here because this school still honored their athletic scholarship offer even after my gymnastics career was cut short by a major knee injury. Two years later, I still looked like a competitive gymnast, very muscular, flat, six packed abs and a rock solid ass. Mostly like a gymnast anyway, my wealthy parents had finally had enough of me whining about my bee sting, 32A cup breasts that had never developed, probably due to years of hard athletic training, and had gotten me breast implants for my high school graduation. 

As I soaked in the sun, I rubbed more baby oil on the tops of my now full C cup breasts. I was getting impatient.

"Where the Hell is he?" I wondered aloud. I got up from the deck chair and walked into the house to see what was keeping my dad from our afternoon swim. I glanced at myself in the sliding glass door and checked myself out. 5'4" tall, long dark hair, olive skin, and with my mixture of my mothers asian features, and my dads Irish blood, most considered me an "exotic beauty". I was damn hot, if I do say so myself! I could not go anywhere without men of all ages checking me out. Of course, my new swimming suit accentuated all of my best features, a high cut, thong bottom exposed my firm, muscular asscheeks, and the front of the suit bottom clung to my bald pussy lips leaving hardly anything to the imagination, and the teeny top was barely there, enough to cover my nipples, barely. Ever since I had my implants, my nipples were always erect, and VERY sensitive. 

I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed downstairs to the families home gym, Dad was kind of a prude, he was not a big fan of my new swimsuit that Mom had bought for me. "Jesus Christ, Gretchen! I can see everything!" Daddy had said when I tried it on in the store. My mom, who loved to show her own tight little body off, would have none of it and we proceeded to the check-out line.

I stopped at the door to the gym and watched my father. He was shirtless, wringed in sweat, and his huge muscles were reddened from the effort of his workout. My dad was only 39 years old. He and my mom were high school sweethearts and had my older sister, now 22, at a very early age. Mom was a year younger than dad, and looked like she could pass for my sister. She had gotten her tits done when I had mine, but went for the big 'D's. Despite being a petite woman, her big, fake tits don't give her a porn star look. My older sister looked more like her, and I favored my Daddy. My parents always joked that since they started so young, they would still have great life when we were all grown up, and did they, heck we, ever. Dad started an internet company while still in college and watched it grow into a multi-billion dollar corporation. He sold it 6 years ago, and while he never told me what he and mom were worth, he assured me that my children's children would not have to work a day in their lives! 

My dad had worked out all of his life, and you could sure tell. He was not body-builder huge, but at 6'3" and 240lbs, he did look like a linebacker. With his reddish blond hair, square jaw and green eyes, he could have easily passed for a male model. When I peeked in at him, he was flat on his back doing bench presses. The only thing that you could hear was the clang of the weights and him grunting with the effort of lifting them. As he heaved the weight up time and again, his massive, sculpted pecs danced and bulged out from his ribcage. He must have seen me, because he put the weight down, "Hey, pumpkin!" he exclaimed, "I'm almost done here and we can have our swim!" He turned his back to me and as he did so, I could see every clearly defined muscle in his back and thighs.

"Hurry up, Dad," I shouted, "We are burning daylight!" 

I went back and laid by the pool and when my dad came out, he had showered and changed into some swim trunks that were not tight, per se, but were very form flattering, and I don't know if it was the couple of wine coolers that I had drank waiting for him or what, but my eyes crawled over his body, and came to rest on the bulge in the front of his pants. "Jeez", I thought, "He is huge!" I felt a stirring in my pussy thinking about it. My eyes caught his and I quickly looked away, embarrassed. 

"Pumpkin, you are all red, too much sun?" He asked. I needed to get into that pool and quench the fires that were raging in my loins. My dad would die if he knew that I was checking out his 'package'. "Gretchen, that suit! I'm glad that the neighbors can't see this, old Mr. Willard's heart would stop if he saw what a knockout you have become!" If you could imagine the picture, me in my suit with my nipples nearly straining the fabric to it's breaking point, and my sex almost clearly defined in the thong bottoms that I had on, standing next to a man with a Greek God build. I was so turned on, even if it was my Daddy! 

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" I squealed as we both dove into the pool at the same time. The water did not have the calming effect on me that I hoped that it would. My dad and I were alternating between swimming and horse play, and I kept stealing glances at his manhood. His shorts clung to him as he moved underwater, clearly defining his massive member. He is definitely the largest man I have even been near! I have had sex before, quite often, actually and still, of my half dozen or so lovers, not one came even close to measuring up to him. 

We were both getting tired when I decided to tickle my Daddy, who was very sensitive, and my sister and I always loved to torture him. I got the desired effect, my dad erupted into gales of laughter and the water splashing/tickle fight was on! At one point, my body brushed up against his, did he have an erection? Everything seemed to stop abruptly as my dad stood still as a stone. 

"What's wrong, Daddy?" I was concerned. 

"Uh, y-you lost something." He stammered, seemingly transfixed on me. I rose to stand in the pool, which was about waist deep to me and I knew...my top had fallen off while we were wrestling around! Here I was, standing in front of my Daddy, my deep pink nipples tipping off my firm, round tits, and my dad was staring at them!! That same feeling came over me again, my pussy became wet in an instant and I had a hot flash. What was I doing? I took a couple of steps forward and pushed my tits right into his belly. I could feel his cock poking into me.

"Pumpkin...wha-" He started...

"SHH, Daddy, I could feel you dick while we were swimming, and I know that you were excited." I pushed him back against the wall of the pool. He is so tall that the deck struck him at the top of his buttocks, and I could clearly see the amazing tent that he had in his swim trunks. The material was straining to contain that huge cock! I grabbed it through his shorts and felt the size, he spasmed as if he were cumming already. A groan was all that he could manage, and in one quick motion, I half lifted, half pushed him onto the side of the pool so that his legs were dangling off of the side and at the same time, pulled his shorts down to his knees. "Thwack!" His huge cock smacked against his lower belly as the massive penis was let loose from its constraints, and do I mean massive! He had to have been every bit of 10", and almost as much in girth. This was one long, thick cock! How in the Hell did Mom take this into her! She was a tiny woman, maybe all of 5' and 90lbs, this thing should have torn her apart! 

My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet as I reached up and grabbed the base of his man-meat and pointed it towards my face, not even thinking of the unholy taboo that was going on. I looked down at that beautiful cock, admiring the wide, mushroom shaped head and the thick veins that criss-crossed his manroot. His balls were like the rest of his nether region, completely hairless.

I moaned as I started to play with my juicy cunt while I lowered my hot, wet mouth down to him and enveloped his cockhead with my full lips. I took him down as far as I could, licking and sucking down then back up again. 

"Oh, my God, Gretchen!" Daddy moaned, barely audible. 

"Do you want me to stop?" I said, as my tongue darted out and flicked at his pre-cum that had oozed out of his penis.

I got my answer as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his hand pushed on the back of my head, lowering me closer to his huge member. I lovingly paid attention to every area of his genitalia, licking and sucking his bald balls and running a finger over his puckered asshole. 

I brought myself to orgasm as my mouth made love to my father's rock hard cock. 

"Your baby girl is coming!" I shouted. That must have set him off, for when I said that, his cock seemed to grow 2 inches and become harder than ever.

"Ngghhh...I..am...c, co..." Just then, my Daddy shot a huge, ropy tendril of white hot cum straight onto my chin. I began vigorously masturbating him, trying to catch his load in my mouth. He shot volley after volley of hot jizz out of his giant tool, most of which I caught and swallowed with glee. When he had stopped coming, I kept his penis in my mouth, sucking every last drop from deep in his balls until he shuddered and his rapidly deflating penis fell from my mouth and rested against his leg.

I leaned back and scooped the daddy-cum from my chin and cheeks into my mouth and rubbed his jism onto my tits. 

"You took to long, and now we are going to be late to dinner," I told him as he looked at me in awe. We were to meet my sister at the French Bistro for dinner later that evening. "You know how she hates to be late, Daddy, and besides, she will be very angry when she learns that I won our bet as to which one would get you first!" 

The look on his face was utter shock. 

"Daddy," I grinned, "I am definitely sure that while Mom is out of town on business, Sis and I will keep you very, very busy!"