2 comments/ 57573 views/ 3 favorites The Visitor By: craigool Lee climbed into the shower with me. "Remember, Liz is cummimg today." she said as she wrapped her arms around me, not just for a hug, but in a bathroom jujitsu maneuver to rotate me out of the warm spray and herself into it. I turned back around to face her, but she was already turning around to soak up the heat and knock off the chill that had stiffened her nipples. The brownstone was cold with the start of winter, and although we had the top floor, there just was no heating the place to the comfort level on what we could afford. "I can't pick her up at the airport. I'll be out at Boulder in that damn meeting until 7:00." I reminded Lee as I ran my hands over her slick body. How lucky I'd been to have her in my life I reminded myself. Other people often called her "General Lee", as she had a penchant for directing people to do things. I call her the "Stealth Babe", because when I met her she was in baggy sweats, short, nearly Dyke short dark hair, about 5'7". Her glorious mane of dark hair was now shoulder length. What I couldn't see then, and was only revealed to me later were her glorious 36C breasts, with dark chocolate nipples the size of those rings you try to throw on the bottles at carnivals. Her breasts were slightly bloopy, very soft, as I ran my hands over them, teasing her nipples with my fingertips. "That's OK, Jeff. I'll pick her up after work. We'll be here, waiting for our man..." Lee proposed as she slid her hand down to stroke my shaft, hand soft and bubbly with soap like ten guys had already cum in it. Simultaneously, Lee kissed me, her wanton mouth insistent and eager, her tongue playful and tantalizing, darting from contact to contact. I slid my hands down to cup her furry mound, and she handed me the soap so that she could grab my right ass cheek and give it a long, sustained squeeze, then pushing my butt and stroking my cock so that my body was moving like it was fucking already. Lee darted aside to let the spray rinse me off, then knelt to take me into her mouth. Her right hand, still soapy, flickered up and down between her legs, as her left hand moved to stroke my shaft. She was jerking me off as she sucked me, while making herself cum in the bargain! "She's going to stay until after New Year's, right?" I asked, totally oblivious to the fact that Lee would have to stop sucking me off to answer, something I instantly regretted. Looking up at me like I'd lost my marbles, Lee slowly pulled her mouth back down my shaft to reply, "Yes, she's staying with us until she goes off to No-Man's land for her Master's in Women's Studies." Lee giggled, the reapplied her lips, her very soft pillowy lips, to my shaft. It was obvious there would be a price for the interruption. Lee had completely changed rhythm. Now it was a slow, "Yes, you can talk to me all you want but I'm not going to let you cum anytime soon" type of blow job. Lee started twisting her hand on each stroke, like wringing out a dishrag, spiraling around the 7" of shaft that was the best I had to offer. I was as hard as I was ever going to get, but that was necessary if Lee planned for me to be inside her. I've never been able to fit more than two fingers into her channel at the same time, and while not long, the bone is wide. So full erection is mandatory to enter Lee's Tunnel of Love. While I had time to think about it, I remembered that Liz's fingers had done everything there was to do with Lee's sweet slit. They'd been lovers and roommates for three years in college, at a school in Boston well known for producing bi and lez alumni. I thought of Liz's dark blue hair. That's what you remembered about Liz. Not her 38D cleavage carnival. Not her 5'9" frame, often in dominating 2" and 4" heels, always with dark, dark hose. Not her sassy walk, or sassy talk. Not even her penchant for black lipstick that made her look like some mummified Egyptian queen come back from the dead. No, it was the hair. Hair on her legs. Hair on her armpits. Hair that even crawled up above her belt line in a trail to her belly button. Liz said it was because her mother was Syrian. Lee said it was because her father was a Wookie, or maybe even a werewolf. I knew however big that beaver pelt was, my wife had feasted on it day in and day out. Because of all the things you can be certain about, you can be certain that Lee is getting some today, something I always regretted on road trips, but it gave me great stories when I got home. As Lee started to involuntarily thrust her hips in response to her ringing her own doorbell, I slipped into a reverie of the days of the famous "LezLee" parties at her college. As two of the "out" women, they hosted galas that often turned into full fledged piles of naked women, at least to have Lee tell it. My cock got harder as I thought of Liz kissing Lee, fondling her breasts, going down on my wife, slipping into a deliciously hot lesbian 69... "So it's decision time. Do you want to cum in my mouth, fuck my sweet pussy, or do you want to save up everything you've got to spill it in Liz?" Lee asked wickedly, as the question hit me, combined with my own thoughts, to splash her in the face with the first squirt, which she quickly covered with her ruby lips to take every last drop. Five strong contractions, as my wife grunted "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" around my shaft in her own climax. Then laughing, as she bounced out of the shower to get dressed for work, leaving me propped up and dizzy on the shower wall. The rest of the day kept me too busy to think about what was ahead. With the cell-phone ringing and the PDA beeping, it was the constant swirl of business as a cyclone commanding my attention. It was only on the road back from Boulder to Denver that the speculation on what awaited me took hold. Would they be naked? Already carpet munching? Would I ever get to see them make love to each other? Could I join in? What about when Lee worked on the weekends, on call as a nurse? Would Liz make a pass at me? Would it just be a test, something designed to break up our marriage, or did she really like men? Lee told me they had three threesomes together, did they want another? This was the tornado of thoughts swirling through my mind as I pulled up to park at the brownstone, a place designed to make people from back east feel comfortable out west. We'd rented out the lower floor as an apartment to help pay the bills, but that didn't make up for the three feet of snow on the ground. My shaft, half hard from the mental turbulence, shrank like the snow would in a couple of days. The first thing to hit me when I got to the top of the stairs was the aroma of hot chocolate. It was after 8 o'clock, and near bedtime for someone still on east coast time like Liz. Then I saw them on the couch, in the living room, feet propped up on the coffee table, worshiping two mugs of hot chocolate with both their hands wrapped around each of their mugs. Liz was dressed very formally, in a dark blue women's skirt suit, with the suit unbuttoned to show a peach blouse. She wore her trademark dark hose and black four inch heels. What was interesting was that she'd chosen to wear black lingerie, which shone right through the peach blouse, very lacy and transparent to see the (relative to Lee) small pink aureoles on her big tits. Lee was in a black pants' suit, with a white silk shirt, no bra, coffee colored nipples at full attention. The dark green overstuffed couch was comfortable, but clearly not enough to keep them warm. They stood to greet me, and Liz's heel caught on the rug, sending her crashing forward. I caught her, her big busom bouncing right into my chest, like some personal crash bumper. Lee quipped "See, I told you it's good to have a man around!" Liz hugged me, thanked me for saving her dignity, and sat back down. Lee came to me, a wild hunger in her eyes, wrapping her soft body around me as she kissed me very deeply and insistently. We made out for several minutes, ending up with her dry humping my leg as she stroked my hardon through my pants. When she pulled away I caught a look of sheer jealousy from Liz that melted behind a mask of civility as Lee turned back towards her. 'Oh, so that's how it's going to be' I thought to myself. "Kiss him. REALLY kiss him this time, or I'll never kiss you like that again." Lee laid her cards right on the table. Be jealous, lose me, lose everything we could share. Be loving, gain me back in your life, share my love and my lover. Liz got up slowly and walked over to me very slowly, like she was considering every step before making it. "As good, or better, he gets from you. Always." General Lee firmly instructed. Liz whispered in my ear as she drew her body up next to my side "Such a drama queen. I've already promised her that I will love you and make love to you just like she does." I replied "But that doesn't mean you aren't jealous of her loving me." Taken aback by my observation, Liz took a moment to reply "I don't think I'll ever be anything less than jealous of whoever Lee loves. I wish it was me. I wish we were still together. I don't mean anything bad by it, you're a nice enough guy and everything, but if the price of being able to be with Lee is an enthusiastic gang bang with you and your old high school football jock buddies every day, then mister, you better start calling your buddies and getting out the lube, 'cause I'm going to do it, and she'll never even know whether it's fun for me or not 'cause I'll put on the best show this side of Vegas." Liz confided. "Is that all I am to you, a slab of meat you've got to swallow to get to your girl?" I asked worriedly, concerned about Liz's true intentions. "Relax.", Liz said huskily, "If you're half the guy she thinks you are it's going to be real fun for all of us." Liz shut down our whispered conversation, intensely observed by Lee, with a very soft, very tender kiss. She pulled me into her body, crushing her big boobs into my chest as she grabbed my ass with both hands. I slid my hand up under her skirt, caressing the silky black lace panties covering the globes of her resplendent ass. There was a sharp intake of breath, as Liz became very turned on, and more than a little surprised. I traced my fingers very lightly up and down the insides of her thick swimmers thighs, causing her to moan in my mouth. She adjusted herself quickly to riding my knee, rubbing her Mons on my leg, as I continued to tease the sensitive flesh between the tops of her hose and her panties. Her left hand shot down past my belt like a mongoose after a snake as she stroked my shaft. Liz was know panting as she kissed me, the kind of hot, frantic kisses you share with a lover at a clandestine rendezvous in a broom closet that can only last for a few moments before you have to scamper back to work or back to class. How many of Liz's trysts had been with girls? "That's much more like it. Every day, Jeff gets it at least that good as thanks for working so hard to put a roof over our heads. Now come back over here and let me brush out your hair." Lee suggested, as she spread her legs. patting the couch in front of her with her hands. Liz pulled away, whispering "I told you it would be fun. Sure you don't want to call up your jock buddies, or are you afraid Lee would have to join in?", Liz teased. Lee was sitting in the far corner of the couch, one leg against the back of the couch, one out along the armrest. Liz sat down, leaning back into Lee as if she were the cushions of the couch. Liz propped up her feet on the coffee table, and Lee started combing out her hair with a silver backed hairbrush that was usually on her makeup stand, but somehow ended up on the end table of the couch. "Jeff, do be a dear and take off those damn spiked heels and give Liz a proper and thorough foot and leg massage, won't you please?" General Lee commanded. "Yes! Please! Please! My feet are killing me after hiking through those damn airports today." Liz begged as she pointed out her toes, lifting them slightly for me to remove her heels. I took her left foot into my hands, cradling the heel as I unlatched the strap, easing the high heel off her dark stockinged foot which was surprisingly small and feminine. I repeated the release for her right foot, placing the heels on the far side of the coffee table. If she wanted them back, at least I was going to get a show! I began in earnest, curling my hand over her foot, using the other to massage the insole, with firm, deep strokes to take the tension out. Then I gently kneaded her sole with my knuckles, then rubbed her sole with my palms, to murmured "oohs" and "ahs". "Do my other foot. Please, God, Do My Other Foot!" Liz begged as she mindlessly unbuttoned her blouse, peeling back the silk to reveal her massive 38D - maybe even 38DD - globes. I gave the left foot all the attention I'd just showered on her right foot. Lee softly commanded "Do her legs too. Give her the full treatment.", which was our code for the foreplay leading to box licking. My wife had just instructed me to eat out her lover's cunt! I had to agree about the Wookie ancestry. Liz's dark hose, with lacy tops held fast by a fancy garter belt, did not camouflage the fact she had as much hair on her legs as I did, but I found it strangely erotic. I gave her calves the deep pressure strokes needed to relieve the tension, then gave her the dual hand walk, where the fingers tickle and tease, as the palms move up and down the leg like jerking of a massive cock. "Mmmph!" Liz groaned, as Lee kissed her to shut her up, which made my stiffening shaft absolutely rock hard. Lee's kisses were just like my massage, deep and intense at first to relieve the pressure, then softer, more tender, teasing, with her tongue open mouthed to show me everything. I nearly forgot what I was supposed to be doing. Lee somehow noticed, moving her hands down to undo Liz's thin leather belt and unwrap her skirt, so that Liz was like a half un-wrapped Christmas package, blouse open, skirt open, a vision of the promised land before me. Liz wore a pair of panties so sheer I could see every detail of her bush, every fold of her slit, her big clit starting to peek out at the top of her cunt. What a bush it was! Everywhere the panty went, the bush was sure to go! The hair of her curly bush was jungle thick, glistening with her own early excitement. Lee suddenly pushed Liz forward, so her massive cleavage was bent down right in front of me, as she yanked the blouse up over Liz's head and threw it over the back of the couch. Snicker-snack the bra was unsnapped, and flung over the couch as well. Lee growled as she pulled Liz back by the boobs, fingering the nipples as she resumed kissing her. It was hotter now, more insistent, while the scent of Lee's arousal, so familiar to me, wafted in the air like fuck perfume. Liz's was joining her, as the folds of her jungle cave opened with glistening pink wetness. I just hoped I'd be the first to explore that particular cave today, so I got back to my assignment, unsnapping the garters. Lee loved to have light touches at the top of her hose, teasing feather touches between the top of the hose and the mons, very light caresses all around, but not in her slit, until she couldn't take it anymore, usually grabbing my cock to stuff it inside her. I really liked that idea for Liz, so I ran the backs of my fingernails up and down between her slit and her hose, producing a hiss even through Lee's kiss. I dabbed my fingers so very lightly it was hardly even a touch on her creamy thighs, marveling at how soft her downy blue-black fur was, rubbing my fingers in circles from near her mons out towards her knees. Liz instinctively spread her legs as wide as they could go. Lee responded by reaching down to the side of the sheer panty, leaving Liz's massive tit's unobstructed to my gaze, to rip the left side strap of the panty apart! She did the same to the right. Then she grabbed the panty, yanking it up and over to disappear in the mounting pile of clothing behind the couch. Lee then reached down to spread Liz's pussy with her fingers, as wide as it could go. "Lick. NOW!" Lee commanded. I obeyed, moving my body atop Liz's left leg on the couch, my mouth licking the sides of her swollen puffy pussy lips, as Lee toyed with my ears. She knew it drove me absolutely batshit horny, as she used my ears to move my mouth up and down Liz's slit as she giggled. Liz arched her back, thrusting her huge globes at the sky, a I spelled out the alphabet on her clitoris with my tongue. She seemed to really like 'I, O, Q, and T', as her hips thrust in and out, her chest turned red, and I could feel the shudders of her climax ripple through her body. Lee had gone back to kissing Liz, muffling her moans, rubbing her hands in her soft blue-black hair. At this point, Liz was completely naked, except for her hose, her skirt nothing more than a towel to soak up the wet mess, the river of excitement, flowing from her jungle cave. As Liz recovered, she realized that my boner was right above her left foot. She started stroking my prick through my pants with her stockinged foot, making me wish I was the one who was naked. Lee looked down at the scene and giggled. "Do you want to share my husband's cock, fully and completely?" Lee teased Liz. In a husky, lusty voice, Liz replied "Hell, I want the bastard all to myself! Jeez! Any guy that can eat pussy like that can shag me anytime!" "Did you hear that dear? Shag her anytime you want. As often as you want. Please.", Lee's voice had a note of hunger in it and a chorus of "I approve and give you permission". Lee then commanded "Jeff, toss your clothes in the pile. We're going to have a race. I'm going to lick Liz to orgasm. If she can make you cream in her mouth first, I'll be her complete and utter slave for the time she's here. If I get her across the finish line first, she becomes marital property, to be used by the two of us as either of us sees fit. Do you agree, dears?" Lee left the proposal to hang in the air for several moments as I undressed. "I agree, with the proviso that his cock is in my mouth before you can touch me again." Liz added new terms of her own, clearly worried she was too close to cumming. She obviously didn't know how close I was to crossing the finish line myself! "I agree, with the proviso that no matter what Liz has you do, I get to watch." I said as my boner bounced free from my shorts, tossed into the pile behind the couch. "And Lee's got to be completely naked too." Liz hastily added. "OK." Lee said as she started stripping. I simply moved over behind the couch, in range of Liz, who greedily grabbed my shaft and started sucking my cock. She could deep throat like a pro, and easily took my shaft all the way to the balls before Lee had even gotten her bra off. "Damn that looks hot!" Lee exclaimed as she watched us, rubbing her big stiff nipples. Liz responded by fully attacking my member, her mouth and hands sliding up and down my shaft as quickly as she could make them go. I struggled to control myself. I tried to think of baseball. I tried to think of Roseanne (that actually helped, I personally find her so repulsive). I squeaked out a warning to Lee, "If you don't want to lose, you better get naked and licking cunt damn quick." I'd never seen Lee move that fast before. Pants, socks and panties flew over my head as she dived into Liz's dripping snatch, as Liz laughed around my cock, which was just weird enough a sensation to give me a few moments respite. I begged, I prayed, I promised the dark and ancient Gods my firstborn, to just allow my wife to make Liz cum first. Lee was busy rubbing her nub to beat the band, as she furiously tongued Liz's sopping slit. Her tongue was flat, as her head nodded back and forth. Liz was panting, her big busom heaving, as she tried to concentrate on jerking me off into her mouth, using the speed she'd displayed before only intermittently, as her whole body quivered. I was comparing their bodies, displayed together for the first time for me, as a vain hope to stave off climax. I found myself panting, as Liz's ability to lean her head back over the couch and take my full length in her throat, like fucking her hand and mouth together, filled my ball sac with cum and the pressure grew to release it into her willing wanton wetness. Lee herself was close, her thick bush relatively sparse, her much bigger and puffier pussy lips fully red, her smaller but longer clit being thrashed by her fingers as her own excitement made stains on the couch that we never got out. Her bloopy breasts hung down like perfect bullets, as she couldn't help but lick up some of Liz's liquid love with every stroke of her tongue. Liz's tit's had the strange nipples that are like minaret's, bulging out from the huge melons like they were miniature tits of their own. I figured this was my last chance to feel them, as the jizz boiled in the bag and was two more strokes from erupting. The Visitor I reached my hand down to feel the softest tit's I'd ever felt, rubbing my left palm over her left nipple so lightly it was hardly even touching. Liz's whole body convulsed, thrashing like a rag doll, as she just went bonkers on my knob. I hadn't needed the extra attention to cum, but the extra effort she made was pushing me over the edge. I was deep in her throat when I joined Liz in her climax. Lee's tight little ass started humping up and down, as she whimpered into Liz's snatch. All of us were grunting fuck noises nobody can pronounce, as Liz yanked my cock almost all the way out, catching the third, fourth, and fifth squirts of cum in her sweet cock-sucking mouth. After a few moments, Lee suggested huskily "If you can keep him fully hard, or suck him back to full vigor, I'll let you eat me while he fucks you, Ms. Property." Liz retorted "If you kiss me now, I'll share his jizz with you. If not, I'll just keep it for myself...", as she giggled, opening her mouth to show the pearly blobs of jizz on her tongue. I felt strangely drawn to her, as Lee joined me, and we shared a threesome kiss, tongues wriggling together like snakes, as the flavor of Liz's cunt was shared from both my lips and my wife's. I tasted my cum in Liz's hot mouth, as Lee pulled her fingers out of her own snatch, to add her own personal favor to our cum buffet. Liz was busy stroking my shaft with her hand, as Lee fingered her out with her left hand, and I teased my own wife's cooze with mine, and my right hand wrapped around Liz's back to tease the nipple of her right breast. The level of excitement just climbed and climbed, beyond anything I'd ever thought possible. Liz pushed me down roughly onto the couch, my ass on her skirt, mounting me with urgent passion, rubbing her Brillo pad back and forth with thrusts of her hips as she fucked me. Lee placed her knees on either side of my head, like she was going to have me eat her, but Liz swooped in, turning her head to the side to reach her tongue in and nibble on her nub. I was watching my wife's pussy being eaten out by another woman, mere inches from my face, seeing every exquisite detail, every stroke, every lick. I pushed my head up to lick at the entrance to Lee's cunt-hole, which was about to drip all over everywhere. Yeah, I only did it to save the couch, right? Lee moved her hand down to finger out Liz's snatch, making Liz arch her back and groan, as she thrust those massive yabos into the ceiling for all she was worth, her soft, luxurious pussy transmuting into a vicious animal, savagely squeezing the life out of my steel hard cock like a jungle cat pouncing on its' prey. Lee decided that interrupted the rhythm too much and went on to squeezing and teasing Liz's mammoth jugs, just as her own climax hit and her lube flowed out of her like we'd struck oil. We lasted like that for a long time - at least a half and hour, maybe more. Liz is a fun girl to fuck, and she was doing most of the work, rubbing her nubbin into my crotch with my cock stuffed up her twat, snacking on my wife's snatch like we'd never get anything to eat ever again. Lee came about once per minute, Liz every two or so, as Lee finally decided it was time for something new. "Fuck her doggy style!" Lee demanded, getting off and going around to the other end of the couch, to come up behind Liz and grope her boobs, then sliding her hand down to grab her by the cunt and lift her off of me. "When I say fuck, you fuck. Right then, not another minute or another cum later, capisce?" Lee stated firmly as she tweaked Liz's left nipple - hard - with her other hand. "Ouch! Yeah, I get it!" Liz complained. "No, but you are going to! Fuck her hard my dear - her soft butt cushions the blow." Lee said as she sat on the wide armrest of the couch, legs spread wide, grabbing Liz by the hair and pushing her face roughly into her cunt, holding onto the hair to control every facet of every lick, every stroke. I climbed behind Liz's wider backside, sliding my stiff shaft into her, while she squeezed down as hard as she could, making it an effort. She knew that I couldn't take too much of this, then she'd have Lee's muff all to herself. I grabbed her hips firmly and started stroking into her, as her right hand snuck between her legs to finger her own doorbell. Cum in!, her body said as she climaxed, her channel spasming, going all jungle cat killing the snake, as I used the extra looseness to pick up the pace. I was fucking her really fast now, as Lee's head fell back, grunting to the sky in the senseless words of a massive orgasm, while Liz's whole body spasmed, her left arm giving out, changing the angle of her body, now face down in the sofa. The change in angle is what did it. My cock went wild, jet after jet of jizz erupting into Liz's soft snatch as she shook underneath me. Lee quickly pulled me out, cleaning off the mixture of cum from Liz and my cock, but the snake had been killed by the jungle cat, and there was no resurrecting it. Liz was snoring face buried in the crack of the sofa, her own snatch displayed with her knees folded underneath. "Lick her clean with me?" Lee proposed with a grin. I instantly said "Yes!", as we joined our faces at her slit, but even that intense attention failed to rouse Liz. Lee fucked her twat with her tongue, just to spoon out more cum to share in kisses, until we had enough. We pulled Liz up to a groggy jello knees stance, tossed the skirt over the back of the couch, and helped her get to the bedroom by holding her up between us. We took Liz into our bed, to sleep this time, unaware of her plans, her schemes, her wild ideas, and her Machiavellian ways of making what she wanted happen. But those stories are for another day. Remember what Ben Franklin said - visitors begin to stink like fish after three days! The Visitor She lay naked in her room, staring out the window at the midnight-blue sky. Its moon had been her only companion through the night. He hadn’t come to her again. She stretched her long, sensuous body like a cat and whispered words and desires even she didn’t understand. Every thought and movement had one purpose, to quench the fire burning through her body. She was aching. This was the seventh consecutive night she tossed and turned from sheer arousal. No matter how many times she brought herself to orgasm, there was no relief. Painfully driven, she was at the mercy of being insatiable. Her hands wouldn’t stop exploring, caressing—they couldn’t stop! They weren’t at her command. She moaned as her hips rolled from side to side, wanting something so desperately. Her hands went directly to that place where she needed to be touched. Spreading her legs, she took a deep breath knowing her fingers would find it wet with every nerve ending on fire. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Dear God, what’s wrong with me?” Recalling the dream that haunted her every night for the past week she realized that God had nothing to do with this. Like a movie directed by Dante himself, she was sentenced to live in that place called ‘lust’ in his Upper Inferno. The dream would come to her first as a delicious, sensual aura drifting over her body. Then it would turn into an unforgiving bushfire spreading from limb to limb making her crave a touch until she ached. What touch? Whose touch? His face never appeared in her dreams. But he was watching her, caressing her with his eyes, this she knew. Her body moved tonight to entice him—taunting him to make his presence known. Turning into a slut, his slut, she was performing just for him, daring him to fulfill his need, wanting her body to be his playground. His powerful force was charged with a sensuality controlling her, getting her ready for his coming. She was close to being where he needed her—in that trance-like state created from pure lust. Her hands went over her head while her torso gently lifted off the bed longing for him to come taste her and feel her heat. She was the offering. Her fingertips moved down her body, running over her soft, firm breasts. With both hands, she cupped one breast and guided it to her mouth. Her teeth nipped at the engorged nipple causing the pain she wanted to feel. This night was going to be a long one. She moaned at the thought. Then she heard him calling. It was a deep, raspy, hypnotic voice. “Yes…yes I am here,” she said, almost begging. As she spoke, her hands submissively snaked back above her head and her legs spread wide. Tossing her head side-to-side, not being able to stand the anticipation a minute longer, she cried out into the night, “Please…come and take me!” In one rapid movement he descended upon her body. Fingers raked down her flesh, starting from her shoulders, moving over her breasts and down her stomach. His weight was heavy on her thighs, straddling her, pinning her lower body to the bed. Dayna’s back arched as her very being seemed to draw energy from his presence. She felt his eyes searing through her, physically feeling his stare as it sensually tantalized every inch of her. Opening her eyes to see the face of her demonic lover she gasped at what she saw. Nothing—she saw nothing. There was no one there to see. She felt his warm, thick tongue run down her throat while her wrists were held firmly over her head. Feeling a moment of insanity, her mind tried to make sense of what her body was feeling and what her eyes couldn’t see. Her brain’s attention shot back to her flesh as his tongue slid down between her breasts, circling them, latching onto and tugging at her nipples. This bitter sweet pain caused her upper body to heave into the air, again, as he sucked and bit at them. A guttural, growling sound came from his throat in between long, deep breaths—a sensual resonance to Dayna’s ears, confirming he was pleased with her. This filled her body and spirit with a physical joy. Moving his mouth back up to hers, he licked her lips in a slow, fluid fashion—tasting her, smelling her scent. She inhaled his hot breath that had now replaced the fresh breeze that had once filled the room. Her mouth parted wanting him to dominate it with his tongue. She gnawed at his lips as he devoured hers— redefining the act of kissing forever. Responding like a puppet that knew just what to do, she shamelessly understood she was not herself. She needed him to consume her as much as she needed the air around her to breathe. His tongue pulled out of her mouth and ran down her body. It was hot, so hot—like fire. No. Cold fire. Again, her brain was incapable of processing the sensations. They were contradictory to anything she knew—but were everything she wanted. She groaned feeling relief as he shifted his body weight off her to reposition himself between her legs. Without warning his serpent-like tongue dove into her cunt. It felt hard and long like a cock. She cried out into the night, pushing her thighs into him, eagerly letting his tongue fuck her. Yes, this was the touch she had needed—what she had been waiting for. She moaned uttering whispers of thanks to him. Lost in the grip of his passion, Dayna’s eyes shot open as she felt herself being picked up. “My God,” she thought, “He must be huge,” as he handled her body with the ease of picking up a small child. He turned her around on all fours. Strong hands ran up between her legs, starting at the soft, fleshy underside of her knees, and continued up along the inside of her thigh. She moaned, wanting more but his hands slid back down the way they had come, carrying on past her ankles and down to the soles of her feet. She trembled as his hot tongue ran down her back, finding the crack in her beautiful, heart-shaped ass. He spread her cheeks apart and played with her tight hole. Dayna’s muscles instinctively tensed as his tongue swept over it. He lingered there, his tongue circling her hole, teasing it to relax and open for him. She whimpered at his convincing touch. Just as the prodding of his tongue began to feel pleasurable, it disappeared and was replaced by his thumb. She felt the span of his massive hands covering her cheeks as he slid the tip of his thumb into her tight ring. Dayna had never felt anything like this before—she felt lusciously dirty. It stirred in her a combination of inconsistencies—a burning sensuality. She wanted to scream but instead, her body told her to press into his hands. Surrendering, she arched her back and pushed into him as his thumb sunk deeper and deeper. The heat radiating from his body was unforgiving. Then it touched her. She felt his cock graze her pussy and slide up her slit. Dayna’s body jerked with each movement as it teased her clit with short, firm thrusts. Now it was her turn to growl. Her climax built just like the impending storm she had waited for—black, rolling clouds filling the sky. Its power spread throughout her body making her weak and praying for release. Tossing her head back, she cried out as she was finally granted freedom. She froze as the orgasm flowed through her body, her clit pulsating; each tremor being its own individual climax. He continued rocking, sliding his cock along her slit and watched as her body spasmed. She heard herself laugh out loud thinking it wasn’t going to end as hot fire flowed through her body making every limb quiver and shake. With his next thrust he pushed his cock deep inside her pussy. Her body curled into itself at the shock of being filled so abruptly, so completely. He didn’t move, letting her adjust to his size and thickness. Slowly her body relaxed and pushed into him again as a smile danced across her face. “Yes, now fuck me as you have come to do,” she demanded. His hands reached around and stroked her breasts. Her nipples were hard as he pulled on them, twisting them, milking them. He remained motionless inside her. Dayna closed her eyes savouring this gentleness knowing it would not last. As if he read her mind he withdrew his cock from her almost completely, letting her feel the emptiness one last time. His hands went around her waist and forced her body into his, impaling her with his cock. He held her there grinding his thighs against her legs and ass, only matched by her twisting hips pushing into him. He had chosen well. Dayna raised her upper body so her outstretched arms could reach the headboard for support and braced herself for what she knew was going to happen next. He started out slowly, pumping his cock inside her with long, deep strokes. She smiled at how wet she was, thankful, as her juices allowed his huge cock to slide in and out almost painlessly. The fucking became faster and harder. Using her cunt to pleasure his cock, he let her earn her freedom through his entertainment. Her heart pounded with excitement as she spread her legs wide, surrendering her flesh to his will. She was fulfilling her raison d'être and knew her body would be released from this insatiable state before the night was through. With each push she arched her back so that his cock plunged deep inside her, hitting the back walls of her pussy. He hissed through his teeth as she squeezed tight, gripping his cock like a vice each time he pulled out. It was his turn now. His cock was engorged and his fingers dug into her back, pulling her into him harder and harder with each thrust. Just when she thought she could not endure the force of his penetration any longer, an unearthly cry echoed off the walls of her room. He exploded inside her. With the raw passion of an animal he fucked her with a strength and intensity that rendered her powerless and limp. She must have fainted. Alone and exhausted, she awoke soaking wet and shivering with the evening breeze blowing in through her open window. The midnight sky had not deserted her but the moon was long gone, remaining a hazy memory. She took a deep breath and realized that with it the craving and aching was also gone. Finally, a sense of peace flowed through her body. She looked deep into the darkness and whispered into the night, “I’ll be waiting for you as you will need me again soon. This I know.” The Visitor He was tied to the bed. Naked. Arms outstretched and secured to the sides of the headboard. His feet were secured at the bottom. There was a blindfold over his eyes. The room was dimly lit. There was a soft music playing in the background. The air was cool, not cold. It seemed as if all his other senses were compensating for his eyes. He heard every sound and could feel every sensation. The cool air made him shiver ever so slightly when it moved. He was anxious, not scared. Concerned as to what would happen. Being unable to see had taken away his power of control and now he lay there helpless to whatever whim she had. What would she do was all he could wonder. He could hear her coming. High heels clicking against the floor, getting louder the closer she came. What was going to happen? A sudden thought of panic came over him. She was there. He could feel the air as she walked up to the bed. She stopped. He felt the bed dip slightly as she climbed on. Afraid to speak he waited and wondered. Suddenly he felt a drip of water. Ice-cold water hit his chest. It continued to drip as it moved from the center toward his cock. His could feel his cock stir and begin to get hard. The water stopped as the ice cube was placed on his right nipple. The cube was tracing his nipple around and around. It was held right at tip level and moved back and forth. The nipple hardened and stood straight up. It moved to the left nipple and repeated. Back and forth it went until his cock stood straight and hard. Next the ice traveled down his chest and stopped three inches above the base of his cock. Then it was gone. Next he felt something soft and light, a feather moving around his chest. At times if was hard to even feel but as it passed over the nipples there was contact and he knew as it headed toward his cock. The feather circled the base of the cock before starting its journey upward. It circled the head and tickled the lip below the head. When rubbed along the balls the cock would leap in excitement. He felt her hair hit his chest first as she leaned forward to suck his nipple. The warmth felt good and he moaned slightly. Her warm hand caresses the other nipple and pinched it softly. He was beginning to enjoy himself. Suddenly something was being drizzled over his cock. It was cold when it hit and began to run down the head toward the base. A tongue began licking the substance. The warmth combined with the cold was erotic. He liked the pause as she licked and swallowed. The tension was mounting. After a few minutes of this he felt a warm cloth wipe him and a hand take over the stroking and caressing. He could hear her moving around but had no idea what she was doing or wanted him to do. He felt her breathe in his face as she leaned in to be kissed. It was a hard demanding kiss. She was starting to get hot and wanted some attention. She pulled back and he felt something lightly touching his lips. He licked and realized it was her nipple placed near his mouth. Eagerly he sucked and nipped at the breast. Softly she moaned. He could hear her juices as she played with her clit and slid her fingers in and out. In his mind he could see this and image her coming. She continued to play with herself and stroke his cock as he sucked her nipple bringing her to orgasm. After coming she placed her fingers in his mouth to lick clean. She got off the bed for a minute. He wondered what she could be doing. When she climbed back on she mounted his chest. He felt something touch his lips. He put out his tongue and realized it was a dildo. She wanted him to suck her cock. He took the cock into his mouth and licked and allowed her to fuck his mouth with the dildo. Lucky for him it was a small cock and something he could easily manage to consume. She slid back his chest and kneeled between his knees. She rubbed he cock against his and played with them both. While she did this she used he finger to play with his ass. Rubbing around the outside with enough pressure he wondered if she was going to finger fuck him. She was taking the pre-come from his cock and rubbing it onto his ass and rubbing around the ass area. Next she got down and licked his ass with her tongue. This sent a sensation through his body that made him shudder. When she pushed he tongue into his ass he almost came. As she pushed it in and out the tension went higher and higher. When he could almost take it no more she pulled her tongue from his ass and began licking the outside and around the opening. Her finger began rubbing as well and before long it was only her finger that remained. Gently she applied lube and her finger slide in easily. He moaned with pleasure as she sucked his cock and finger fucked his ass. She was sucking his balls and keeping him hard. The tension was easing when he heard someone else enter the room. He strained to get an idea of who it was. She lifted her head from his cock and another mouth took over. She removed the finger from his ass and moved up to his nipples and began to suck. His mind went crazy trying to figure out who was there. What was happening? He hadn't expected anyone else and now someone was sucking his cock. The original girl slid up and put her pussy over his mouth and lowered herself down onto his tongue. He licked and sucked to bring her again. He felt the second girl climb on to his cock; it was a tight fit. It felt good and she rode up and down on him. He could feel her getting ready to come and was almost ready to fire his load. The original girl began coming first and then the others followed along. The girls climbed off and lay on each side of him. He was still tied up and exhausted. As the girl lay there he could feel their touch and felt as if they were rubbing each other and themselves as they caressed him. They sucked his nipples and met in the middle for a kiss. His imagination would have to fill in the rest. He could not see them but he could hear everything they were doing. Across him one girl was stroking the other girls breasts. That girl was moaning softly and playing with herself. As she got close the moaning got louder. The girl moved down between her legs and was sucking on her clit to bring her to orgasm. He listened to there every word and moan being able to hear what was happening. She was being fucked with the dildo while having her clit sucked. After orgasm the girls decided to use a double cock and fuck each other at the same time. They used the dildo to massage his nipples before starting and he could hear the sounds as they fucked over his body. By this time he was hard again and the girls decided to untie him under the condition he did not remove his blindfold. He agreed and was released. With that he was ordered to eat out one of the girls while the girl being eaten, ate out the other. He realized the one he was eating was filled with his come, which he licked out of her pussy. When the other girl was done she decided she wanted his cock inside her. Doggy style. He was happy to oblige. He fucked her as she licked the clit of the other girl. After orgasms for the girls the other decided she wanted to be fucked in the ass while fucking the other girl. It was like a sandwich. When he thrust himself into he it pushed her into the other girl. Her ass was tight and suctioned his cock. It didn't take long to fill her ass with his load. They then all collapsed into a heap on the bed. The partner who had joined them got up and left the room. After she was gone the other removed his mask. He would never know the identity of the girl who had joined them, nor did he care. The Visitor It happened on a pleasant autumn day, the kind of day that invigorates the soul. It was a day of singing birds, mild breezes and smiling greetings. A day when dogs sleep, children play and grown-ups daydream. Her husband had been out of town for a few weeks, and though she has friends in this town, she nonetheless felt lonely and bored. She is pretty and smarter than most, and educated. Calm by nature, she can become restless, even agitated. She can be methodical to the point of being slow. Just like many women, she cries for no reason sometimes. She has hopes and dreams and fantasies like everyone and with her husband away at that time, she had more time to dream, to fantasize. She dreamed of being young again and though she adored her baby, her dreams often omitted her family. She thought of carefree living with freedom from marriage, chores, and the usual humdrum. Stimulation was what she required. The leaves were piling up in the yard. She decided to rake them because she felt the need of a little exercise to get her body back into shape after childbirth. As she attempted to rake them, they stubbornly blew away and stuck to the ground and her back started hurting and her baby started crying. Then some neighborhood boys arrived offering to help for pay. She quickly agreed because the yard work had already discouraged and bored her, and her baby needed attention at that moment. All teenagers and younger, the boys worked all afternoon. After a couple of hours, she offered snacks and drinks. The boys were nearly ready to go to their homes for dinner when he arrived. A friend of the boys, he was also from the neighborhood. She was stunned by his appearance. Unlike the boys, he appeared to be in his mid-to-late twenties; quite tall, handsome and well built. His dark hair and broad shoulders accented his hard slim body. He had come out of curiosity to see what his young friends were doing and started chatting. Though never formally introduced she had seen and spoke to him occasionally in the neighborhood. And now she had the chance to drink in his good looks and take in his self-confidence and poise. Though uneducated, he spoke well and with ease and she could tell he was used to talking to women. He is so different from her husband. Though attractive, her husband is short, -short compared to nearly all the men she knows, as is his temper. He is complex- intense, but usually sweet natured, -kind, but somewhat judgmental, -impatient yet loving, hardworking, but mesmerized by books and movies and television. Generous, he is also gluttonous. He is trusting, yet at the same time, suspicious. Her husband is sensual but somewhat selfish. Sentimental, he cries during sad movies or during the telling of poignant stories. His dreams involve food, great beaches, his children, long vacations, lovemaking, virgin forests, the mountains, giant cities, little stucco villages by the sea, fantastic battles, and of course, his lovely wife. Her husband works away from home sometimes. The boys left, but the young man remained to chat and they talked of the leaves, the lawn, the trees, new babies, the neighborhood, and the weather and he played with her baby. Both baby and mother were taken by his charisma. She invited him in and he agreed but said he had to go home for dinner shortly. He drank a beer as she sipped a soft drink and they talked about her husbands' job and his being so far away. She was grateful to be talking to an adult for a change. He was soft-spoken, charming- even disarming, but gentlemanly. During their pleasant chat she mentioned that she had some heavy boxes to stow in the attic and garage and he offered to move them. She said she had to do some rearranging before she was ready to move the boxes and other items. Could he come back tomorrow? No, he said he would probably be busy for the next few days, but offered to come back later that night. He apologized as he explained that the soonest he could return would be later in the evening, say 9:30 or 10:00 PM. She agreed, pleased at the prospect of clearing out a few more items. After he left she decided to make herself a bit more presentable by showering while baby played in the playpen. She also seized the opportunity to shave her nice, long, firm legs, which she hadn't done but once since her husband left. She applied lipstick to her pretty full lips and admired herself in the mirror for a long moment. Feeling refreshed, she donned attractive comfortable clothes. She chose neat, but slightly tight sweat pants, because they felt good on her firm bottom and legs. A pretty knit shirt and thick socks completed the ensemble. Then she fed the baby. She called her husband long distance to tell him about the yard and discuss the usual household business that all couples discuss. She thought about the very large distance between them. He told her he loved her and that he missed her. He said he wanted to be home. By the time the young man returned the baby was asleep. She told him that they would have to work very quietly so as not to wake the baby. He asked to be shown the boxes and quickly moved them as she instructed in a very soft voice. She had not completed all the required rearranging of the last of the items to be stowed by the time he had moved most of the boxes. She whispered an apology for the delay. He graciously responded that it was not important- he had all night. And in a short time all items were stowed. He sipped on a beer as they sat in the living room. They conversed very quietly for a few minutes. The young man was as charming, poised and gentlemanly, as he had been prior. They talked about her baby and children in general. She mentioned that she had just spoken on the phone to her husband. They discussed her husbands' out-of-town work and travels. She excused herself to check on the baby and to visit the bathroom. When she returned he was standing as if preparing to leave. So as not to disturb the baby, she moved close to him so she could quietly offer money for his help. Before she could speak he kissed her gently on the lips. Startled at his boldness, though she was, she did not back away. The kiss was soft, sweet, and -almost platonic. Her heart was pounding, her head reeling, and her body slightly trembling. She could feel this young mans' strength, and sense the power of his sexuality. She fell into his arms and they kissed with abandon. She responded by opening her mouth to allow their tongues to intermingle. His hands found her breasts. As they kissed he fondled them fervently but gently. He slipped his hands under her shirt. She became hotter, faster than she had ever been with her husband. She felt vulnerable, flattered, sexy, feminine, naughty, wanton, wild, and desirable- all at the same time. Besides feeling hot, she was quickly becoming wet and swollen down below. She felt her blood coursing through her veins reddening and sensitizing all of her erogenous zones- her breasts, her lower back, her face, her neck, her inner thighs, her lower belly, and her bottom. Even her hands seemed more sensitive. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head and he removed her bra. He began gently squeezing, sucking, and licking, her pert tender breasts and pinching and nibbling her nipples. He admired them and softly said, "Your tits are beautiful!" He was gentle because he knew she was hot and ready but that her body was still tender from giving birth recently. Though she wanted him to be just a little rougher with her, his care excited her all the more. In one swift smooth motion, he pulled his shirt off, revealing a slim muscled torso covered by just a bit of hair. They enjoyed their topless condition for a moment, face-to-face, skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest. He kissed her lips, gently bit her ears and neck-careful not to make a mark. He whispered sweet things to her. He began pulling down her sweat pants and she finished removing them with tug and a kick. Her self-consciousness about feeling out of shape after recently giving birth faded as she realized that it did not matter to her young visitor. She quickly realized that to him she was simply a hot woman that needed his attention. Clad only in panties and socks and, in a hoarse whisper she urged, "let's go to the bedroom". It was in the bedroom that he removed his jeans. He wore no underwear and as she gazed, his penis sprung out as if pointing at her as she sat on the side of the bed. It was long and fairly thick. The dark purplish-pink head resembled a plum in size and shape. While he stood before her she took it into her mouth and grabbed the base in her hand and began sucking. With her fist around the base of the shaft, the balance reached the back of her mouth. His prick grew longer and thicker and was as long as any she had seen. Also, harder than any she had ever touched, his shaft grew until the throbbing head now reached the back of her throat nearly gagging her. She had to back off slightly. As she sucked, she tugged off her wet panties. She pulled his long dick out of her mouth and the big head came out with a pop. She continued to hold his wand in her fist and said in a soft, sexy, raspy whisper, "I gotta get you a condom before we get started. There's some over here." She reached over and pulled a little plastic pack out of the nightstand drawer. Anticipating the sexual activity about to unfold and the length of his dick, she was quite thankful for having given birth by C-section almost four months prior. Now her breathing was labored and she could barely speak. Presently, she handed him the condom and as he put it on, she could see that it scarcely fit. She lay on the bed on her back with her knees bent, a little frightened, but excitedly and anxiously anticipating sex. He poised himself above her with his hands placed on either side of her head and while kissing her lowered his body so that his member was touching the entrance to her vagina. She locked her legs over his as he began to gyrate his hips so that the head of his penis massaged the lips of her flower and the little bud inside. With all the foreplay excitement and stimulation, she had already started to climax as he pushed inside of her. He was gentle because he knew she was tender. He held his body close to her, but above her so that he touched her with only his mouth, his penis, and his legs. She bucked her hips up at him in little spasms as she kissed and caressed his chest and face and clawed at his buttocks. As he thrust she had explosive multiple orgasms and enjoyed pleasures like she had never known before this night. Their sweat soaked the sheets. After he treated her to multiple orgasms, she wept tears of emotion, excitement and joy. He asked her what was wrong and she responded "nothing- I'm crying 'cause I'm happy- please don't stop". He continued for another twenty minutes during which she had several more orgasms. When he climaxed he dangerously filled the condom to capacity. By this time, she was glad he stopped because she felt spent, exhausted and a bit sore. He said, "That was great". And it was, by far, the best sex she had ever had. "Call me tomorrow", she whispered as he departed sleepy but smiling. Her head was reeling, her body was weak and a bit sore, but her spirit soared and her heart was full. She slept in dreamless slumber. The next day she purchased large condoms at an out-of-town store. A small circulating fan was positioned in the bedroom to cool the air during hot sex. During the next days and nights to follow they met dozens of times. She delighted in his clandestine visits because he was handsome and charming and very good in bed and, not least of all, because of the excitement of taking forbidden fruit. They patiently waited until the baby was asleep or, when she could get a baby sitter, they sometimes went to a motel. A few times they drove out into the country to make love outdoors on a blanket. They experimented with different positions and explored each other's body. Within a week, they began using contraceptive foam because they desired full-unhindered stimulation. When they trysted this way, his bare penis felt wonderful to her because its' veins and ridges provided much more stimulation than when wrapped in a condom. Sometimes he would torture her with delight by slowly pushing his long dick in and out. She enjoyed bringing him to climax orally because it excited her to have his penis in her mouth and in her hands. She would play with his balls and his ass. When he ejaculated, she especially liked the way the base of his member felt in her fist. She could feel his semen rushing up in a big load through the shaft. It gave her feelings of pure raw feminine sexuality and power. And she could tell she put him in ecstasy when she sucked his dick to climax. He was also good at giving her pleasure with his mouth. Her face, neck, breasts, spine, legs, belly, and her entire bottom, -all were treated to his oral ministrations. Sometimes he would start by burying his face in between her ass cheeks. Her pussy and the crack of her ass are both very hairy but her young lover seemed to like it. He would lick, suck and caress using tongue, lips, nose, chin and fingers on the entire area from the bottom of her spine to her navel. Her clitoris, he would very gently lick, suck and rub with his fingers. At this time he could very, very gently and slowly probe her sweet feminine little asshole with his fingers. He knew she would not allow him to probe her ass like that unless she was excited and distracted by his attentions to her clitoris. But he also knew that the anus was extremely sensitive and was connected by nerves to the clitoris and nipples. With his mouth, he would bring her close to climax and back off a bit- repeatedly teasing her until she begged him to finish her off. It was then that they would get into a sixty-nine position, for they had quickly learned how to synchronize their climaxes this way. To her, the sixty-nine position wasn't only exciting, it was interesting as well because she was treated to a clear view of this beautiful young mans' dick, balls and ass. And it afforded her a chance to get even- because then she would play with his balls and probe his asshole. She knew he wanted to put his dick in her ass but they both knew that it would be too painful for her. So he never tried. After he would climax in her mouth at the start of a session, she found surreptitiously, that he could still perform, but with more longevity, (even though he didn't need it). He would get atop her exactly like their first session but he could continue to make love to her until she begged him to stop. One of those times he did not climax. They needed gobs of K-Y jelly to lubricate those sessions. During all of their sessions, though, he always applied caution by not thrusting his dick in all the way. There were times that she sat atop him facing his head and, sometimes, facing his feet. At these times, she would hold and guide his penis in such a way as to receive maximum stimulation and to guard against completely impaling herself on his dick. As she rode his dick like some X-rated cowgirl, she loved the way he would hold her hips and caress lower back and bouncing breasts and pinch her nipples with his strong hands. Also she loved to watch his face when he climaxed. And they tried doggie style -of course with extra caution. With her pretty, firm white ass up in the air she felt extra naughty, sexy, raunchy, and wanton. And because of the thickness of the head of his penis, the stimulation to her vagina and "behind" her clitoris was heavenly. She reckoned that he was hitting her G-spot. While plunging in and out of her wet pussy he would hold onto her slim hips with his long strong hands. And, as with their other positions, his long arms allowed him to reach and to stimulate her clitoris with knowing fingers. He liked the kind of doggie style whereby he would stand at the edge of the bed, with her on her hands and knees, her head down, but resting on several pillows, and her good-looking ass facing up towards him. This position gave his dick and his psyche a great feeling because it gave him great control and stimulation. She liked it with him on the bed kneeling behind her while she was on all fours- her head on the same level as her hips. This position put his body closer to her than the other way and sometimes his body bent over hers- his chest and belly deliciously brushing her buttocks and back while his strong hot hands caressed and squeezed her gorgeous tits and pinched her pert, pink nipples. He fondled the place where his penis was entering her. He sometimes would squeeze and massage her shoulders and back as they trysted this way- because he knew she needed it. They also made love- legs entwined, facing each other, but crossways on the bed with her lying on her back as he lay on his side. And due to his length he never slipped out of her, even in difficult positions. And with of his long arms he would play with her pussy, breasts, ass and any other part of her body, while trysting in any position. One of her favorite positions was- both of them standing, facing the dresser mirror as she leaned her back against his chest. He could, in turn, fondle her breasts, pinch her nipples, her face, her belly, her clitoris, her ass, and kiss and nibble her lips, ears, cheeks, and neck, and pinch her nipples while pushing most of his dick inside her wet vagina from behind. All while they watched themselves in the mirror. She watched him make sweet love to her while he watched her pretty face in the throes of ecstasy. She never had it this way before because she had never been with one as strong and athletic and as well endowed as he. And as he pushed in and out of her she was further stimulated as the base of his penis and his balls rubbed both the crack of her butt and her perineum, that little sensitive place "in between" the anus and vagina. They usually needed a little K-Y jelly for this position. While in this position, she would fondle his prick at the place it entered her, and grab his buttocks pulling them towards her as if to drive his penis even deeper into her wet pussy. At times in this position, she would alternately bend her back a little away from his chest so that his hard dick entered her a little deeper and at various angles. Sometimes, in similar form, he sat on the edge of the bed while she writhed against his lap, and he would start to quickly but carefully lift her hips up and down impaling her on his member. She was addicted to the feeling of his body against hers. She had never known such passion, such desire, such excitement, or such satisfaction with any man ever before. With him she felt young and wild and free. Sadly, though, she knew that because they both had obligations and separate lives and vastly different life styles -their affair would not last long. The most intense and active phase of their affair ended later that winter with her husband's return. Over the next six months they met scarcely a dozen times. Though, they eventually went their separate ways, she will never forget her young lover. The Visitor It was a warm summer evening as Jon Emerald meandered along the gravel track to his home. Something made him divert from his usual route and he took the path passing through his orchard. Usually, he arrived at the front but today, it seemed, he fancied a change. Emerging from the trees he heard the leaves rustle in the breeze and felt an icy shiver pass through him. It wasn't cold, so why the chill? How his life had changed in just a few months. Not so long ago, he existed for his weekly social security cheque. His back problem had disappeared two years ago, but with the connivance of a friendly doctor and the occasional support of his local welfare rights unit, he'd managed to convince the Social Security Officer he could not work. The payment he got wasn't a fortune, but he had no financial worries and his rent was paid. He knew people with jobs who had less to live on after they'd paid their rent and the costs getting to work, but why should he care? He especially liked to wind up the staff in the social security offices he called at. Some people gave as good as they got and he admired them for it, but this drove him to greater extremes in his behaviour. He'd heard they were less likely to stop his money if he was seen to display such aggression. Ironically, his payments had now been cut following his win on the National Lottery and this was how he came to own his new home. He was looking at the impressive building, his eyes tracing the outline, when the movement through the patio doors stopped him dead. There was no-one else home. Who was it? He watched, with a growing sense of foreboding. A man stood with his back to the glass panel. There was something familiar about him but Jon couldn't work out what. Then he saw the second man, wearing a striking cream suit. His arm was raised, seemingly pointing. Suddenly a shot rang out. Just one. Jon watched, horrified, as the first man slumped to the floor. He froze in fear. He knew that if he moved the killer would surely see him, but with the trees behind him, he had a chance the man would not notice him. He was right, the killer turned away and Jon breathed a sigh in relief. He stayed where he was for what seemed an hour but was only a minute, waiting, until he thought it was safe. When he heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling away on the gravel he knew the coast was clear and he was breathlessly at the patio door in seconds. As he slid the unlocked door open, he made a mental note to lock it in future. Perhaps it wasn't so safe in this sleepy little village after all. Looking down at the body he still couldn't work out what was familiar but then he saw the wallet which must have fallen from the victim's pocket. Picking it up, he noticed the bank card partly visible through the plastic window and he saw the man's first name was Jon. As he slid the card out, he thought it a strange coincidence; not only did they share the same forename but it was even spelled the same way instead of the more common ‘John'. Then he saw the last name Emerald! He closed his eyes for about 10 seconds. When he read the name again it had not changed. "Jon Emerald." Recovering slightly, he placed a hand on the man's shoulder and rolled him over to reveal his face. Jon may as well have been looking at his reflection in a mirror except the image he saw had a trail of blood from the mouth. And those eyes. Staring, but lifeless at the same time. The sound of the car on the gravel startled him and he bolted upright. The police. But who called them? He put the card back in the wallet and saw the photo of an ex girlfriend. "This is my wallet" he thought frowning. The doorbell rang. Jon took a few steps forward. Then wondered why he hadn't tripped over the body. He whirled around. What body? There wasn't one. No body. No blood. There was the wallet. But it was his. The doorbell rang again. Opening the door, he saw a man in a black cloak, a hood hiding his face. Before he realised, the man had stepped inside and spoke. "Hello Jon." In one quick movement, the man removed his cloak and revealed a striking cream suit. "Allow me to introduce myself." Jon didn't want to know and was backing towards the patio doors. The man raised his arm and pointed. Before everything went dark and quiet, he heard the man's name. "My name is Reaper. Graham Reaper. I have come for you." The Visitor For Amy By Miltone (c)2005 The sound of footsteps and voices rattles along the corridor of the Dallas Fort Worth airport. A tall slender man exits slowly through the security gate and strides along the corridor toward the baggage claim, scanning the crowd that is milling around. He knows who he is looking for, someone he has never met in person, but someone he knows very well and would recognize at first sight. With his laptop slung over a shoulder and a small carryon bag in hand, he parts the crowd looking around for the face he expects to see. Then he sees her, just as he had imagined, a pretty face with a beaming smile, lovely rounded cheekbones, and sparkling blue eyes, framed beautifully by long blonde hair. She waves excitedly the moment she sees him and he returns her smile and walks directly up to her. There are other reunions taking place but those all melt away as these two come together for the first time. "Amy?" he asks tentatively, knowing that it is her, but just wanting to make sure before he completely embarrasses himself. "Derek?" she replies in kind. "Yes," he replies. "Nice to meet you." Although their hands are extended, there is no handshake exchanged between them. They simply slip into each other's arms, their heads tilt slightly to the right and their eyes close just as their lips met for a long warm kiss. A few people pause as they pass by, observing the older man and the pretty young woman, kissing not as father and daughter do but as lovers. His hands feel along the bare stretch of skin of her waist and ride up the soft fabric of her tank top. Her arms wrap around his shoulders and she presses her body against him as they kiss. When they are finally winded from the length and depth of the kiss, their lips part. "You don't know how many times I've dreamed of kissing you like this, Amy," he says. "Probably as many times as I have," she replies. They stand closely together, intimately their arms still surrounding each other, looking at each other's face in person for the first time. "So what do you think? Disappointed?" he asks with his straight midwestern accent. He knows he is old enough to be her father's older brother, but had always looked younger than his age. The approving look in her eyes makes him thankful for his beneficial genetic inheritance and the regular exercise routine that he employs to stay in shape. She smiles and shakes her head. "Not at all! You're just as handsome in person as you are in your pictures," she answers in her sweet Texas drawl. "Let me look at you," he says, taking a step back and gazing up and down as she slowly twirls around. She is maybe a bit taller than he expected and she looks younger, but everything else fits perfectly; her long shapely legs shown off by the short flouncy skirt, the womanly flair of her hips, her firm round ass, the narrowing of her waist, the full swell of her breasts. "So?" she asks as she faces him again. "You like?" "You are even more beautiful than I expected," he says, his voice tremulous with excitement. She leans toward him for another kiss, this one light and sweet but full of promise for things to come. She rests her hand on his chest, her long fingers tracing over the shape of his pecs. "We should check for your luggage." "Got it," he says, patting his carryon. "I believe in traveling light." "I guess so," she chuckles. "I took three suitcases when I went to Vegas and I thought that is packing light." He takes her hand and she leads the way to her car. As they walk, she asks about his flight, which is uneventful, and he asks about her work and school, which are both going well. Once they begin to talk, the conversation just keeps flowing, revolving around their excitement and anticipation of finally meeting. They had met online about a year before and had chatted infrequently at first, but as they got to know each other better a definite attraction evolved. They soon graduated from chatting to talking on the phone and the inevitable desire to meet in person arose. And now they have finally met and both can feel the electricity. "Here's my car," she says, pointing to the cute little blue compact. He escorts her to the driver's door, and after she opens it up, he holds her back for a moment. He places his hand on her cheek and caresses it lightly, savoring the soft warm skin and looking deeply into her baby blue eyes. "I feel really good about this," he says softly. "So do I," she responds. He leans his head toward hers and brushes his lips against hers. It is a sweet sexy kiss made more emphatic as his hand glides down from her cheek over her neck and chest until it comes to rest on her breast. He feels the full swell of her firm young flesh fill his hand completely, and her nipple grows stiff with his touch. She lifts her hand to his neck and rakes her nails over the back of his neck. Their kiss strengthens and deepens and he strums his thumb over her erect nipple that is protruding into the thin fabric of her tank top. When a car passes by, he breaks the kiss. "I think we need to get a room." She nods. "I know just the place," she says. "Mine." He grins and helps her into the driver's seat. He hustles around to the passenger's door and climbs inside. It is a warm Texas summer day and the drive will take about a half hour. When they come to a stoplight, he leans over for a kiss and she complies willingly. At the next stoplight, when he leans over again, she is ready and kisses him passionately. He brings his hand up to fondle her breast, cupping it and squeezing it gently. She moans when he rubs his thumb over her taut nipple. Since it is a fairly long stoplight, he grows bold enough to pull at her top, pulling the stretchy material down enough to bare an erect pink nipple. Amy squeals as he breaks off the kiss and drops his head down to kiss and suckle the hard pink tip. "Derek!" she squeals. "We're in public!" She may have been complaining but she doesn't object, in fact, she combs her fingers through his sandy brown hair. When the light finally changes, the impatient driver behind her lays on his horn. With an easy grin, her passenger pulls back into his seat as she starts through the intersection. He chuckles when looking over to see her pert little nipple still poking out the top of her shirt. "You perv!" she says, adjusting her top to cover her breast up. He laughs and tries to content himself with caressing her long tanned thigh, running his fingers back and forth from near her knee up to just under the hem of her short skirt. He can feel the heat building up under her skirt. When they arrive at her apartment, she shows him around. They pause by the door to her bedroom and embrace. She loops her hands up behind his neck and he lets his hands roam over her body, from her firm round ass up to her perfect breasts and back. "I can hardly wait to make love, Derek," she coos as his kisses spread across her cheek to her neck. "I want you so bad." "I want you too, Princess," he whispers into her ear. He licks under her ear and nibbles on her ear lobe. "I've been saving myself for this. I is sure that some handsome young doctor is going to sweep you off your feet before I had a chance." She laughs. "No such luck! You're the one I've wanted." They kiss again, enjoying the sweet tingling sensations that are passing back and forth between them as their bodies press and rub together. "You know, before things get out of hand here," he says finally. "I could really use a shower. It is a long plane ride and I would really like to freshen up before we go out to eat. Okay?" "Sure. We have plenty of time I guess," she says. She gives him a quick kiss and then shows him the bathroom and sets out some towels for him. "If I hadn't taken a shower just before leaving to pick you up, I just might join you." "You're always welcome to join me," he says with a grin. "But I won't be long." She leaves him in the bathroom and he starts the shower and quickly undresses. As he steps into the shower, he realizes that the door is left open and he thinks about closing it, but figures it doesn't matter. Washing down his body, he realizes how excited he is to see her and his arousal is plain to see. His cock is growing long and thick and becoming extremely sensitive as he thinks about the next few days with her. Just the simple act of washing sends a wave of pleasure through him as he rinses his body, making it ready for her. When he steps out to dry off, she is sitting the counter with one leg up, her foot resting on the countertop. In her right hand she holds a drink and sips from it while her left hand idles between her legs, her fingers grazing up and down over the light blue silk panel covering her pussy. Her arousal is evident in the delightful tips of her breasts that protrude proudly into her top. She has mixed him a drink and he sips from it. "Couldn't wait, could you," he says, careful to conceal his throbbing manhood from her sight. "I couldn't resist watching you, Handsome!" she teases. "Uh-huh," he grunts and towels his wet body. It is difficult to avoid letting her see his body and finally just stands naked before her in all his glory. "Mmm, you have a beautiful body, Derek," she says slipping off the counter and moving closer to him, her baby blue eyes sweeping all over his flesh. There is a light dusting of hair on his chest and belly and some fine curls over his cock and balls, which are both freshly shaven clean. Her hand reaches over to touch him, her fingertips gliding over his chest and down his belly. He can see that her eyes are trained on his cock, dangling provocatively between his legs. "Mmm, maybe I shouldn't have come in here." "What do you mean?" he asks. "I may not be able to resist you, I want you so bad," she sighs. "I have this terrible urge to drop to my knees and suck that big beautiful cock of yours." At the sound of her comment, his cock twitches involuntarily and quite noticeably. "I thought you wanted to have dinner first," he says as her fingers comb through his pubic hair and near his throbbing manhood. Standing beside her completely nude while she is fully dressed is very stimulating for some reason. "Although I gotta admit that the thought of tearing off your clothes and taking you right here and now is pretty appealing." "I know," she replies. "But then we would probably never get to dinner." "Probably not. And then we'd starve to death." "But with a smile on our faces." She looks down again. "I hope you brought some baggy pants to wear, cause that big old thing is gonna need some extra room." "I'm prepared," he remarks. "In every way possible." "Good." She is standing so close to him now, her fingers lightly raking through the short curls of his pubic hair. His cock is nearly at full attention and is almost bumping against her belly as it stands straight out from his body. She leans her face toward his. Their eyes close and their lips meet in a gloriously wet kiss. Her mouth tastes like a delicious margarita. They fall into an embrace and their hands paw at each other's body. When their long deep kiss threatens to stifle them, she breaks away and turns within his arms, She arches her back and grinds her firm ass against his crotch. He reaches down and guides his erection under her skirt and between her legs. As his long hard shaft rubs against her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong, she reaches for his hands and guides them to her breasts. He pulls at her top, tugging the blue material down and exposing the full curves of her breasts. Standing before the mirror so intimately and watching each other is fueling their passion. "My god you are so beautiful," he says in between kisses along her neck. "We are gonna be sooo late for dinner," she warns. "I know," he whispers into her ear before licking around it and kissing her neck one last time. "And I really am starved ... for you and for a good thick steak." She turns to face him, cupping her breasts and holding them up toward him. "Then why don't you have a piece of me now and save the rest for later?" He takes her into his arms again and guides his mouth to her breasts. He kisses her tender flesh and then licks around her nipples before finally closing his lips around each nipple, sucking and nibbling. Her head falls back as she arches her back and thrusts her breasts up into his hungry kisses. She feels as if she is about to climax before they struggle apart. "We should get ready and go," he says. She nods and adjusts her clothes, popping her tits back under her top and smoothing out her skirt. She watches as he dresses, his silk boxers making a handsome tent as he adjusts his erect cock underneath. A pair of slacks and a sport shirt come next and he is ready. They have dinner at a small little restaurant nearby. When they are shown to their table, she invites him to sit next to her in the booth and is disappointed when he declines. "Why not?" she asks. "Well, if I sit next to you, I won't be able to keep my hands off you and there isn't all that much privacy here," he explains. She frowns and shrugs her shoulders. They sit facing one another and talk, ordering drinks and dinner. Partway through the meal he feels something on his leg and realizes that it is Amy's foot. She has slipped off her shoe and is running her toes up along his leg. "What have we here?" he says amused by her playful action. He reaches down and takes hold of her foot, tickling the underside and making her laugh. "Derek!" she squeals. "People are watching!" "And you're lucky I'm so hungry," he says, letting go of her foot and attacking again his filet. Two bites later, she still hasn't retrieved her foot and he feels her toes rubbing gently over his swollen crotch. He glances over to see her picking at her dinner and looking over at him, measuring his reaction. Her impish smile is intriguing and brings a grin to his face. Her toes are outlining the length and breadth of his cock, stroking him gently back and forth. "You are so lucky," he says. "I am, am I?" she answers with a cheeky grin. "You are," he replies. "Because if I were a lesser man, I'd be leaping over this table and attacking you on the spot." "But what if that was what I really want you to do right now?" He feels her press her toes more firmly against his crotch. The devilish warmth of her grin and the pressure from her toes is electrifying him, spreading a vibrating desire through his body. "Hmm," he growls. "You are so gonna pay for this." Her toes glide up and down along his hardened shaft. "And I can tell already that I am just going to love this payback." The rest of the dinner goes much the same; she teases him and he makes some sort of lusty threat. With each flirtatious comment or gesture, with each seductive glance, with each salacious word, the sexual tension between them grows. They are oblivious to the glances of the other patrons, many obviously curious about this older man and beautiful young woman. The older men would look over enviously; the older women would glance over jealously. But that attention went unnoticed as they feed each other bites of dessert and flirt shamelessly. Leaving the restaurant, they pause by her car. She leans back against the side of it as he approaches. He rests his hands on the edge of the roof and bends toward her. They are so very close but the only thing that touches are their lips, and shortly thereafter their tongues in a kiss that grows from soft and tender to deep and penetrating. "God, I love the way you kiss me," she says breathlessly as he cants his head back. "When a girl has such a great set of lips, she'd better get used to getting kisses like that," he grinned. Once inside the car, she turns to him. "So what would you like to do? Go sightseeing? Go dancing? Go home and fuck?" "Wow! What a choice!" he chuckles at the options she has suggested. "Hmm. We can do some sightseeing maybe tomorrow or Saturday ... and we are definitely going to do the latter at some point this evening ..." "Oh, yeah," she says teasingly. "You seem pretty confident." "I am. Completely." "Confidence is pretty sexy." "But what I would really like to do is stop someplace where we can dance together," he says. "What kind of dancing? Line? Swing? Club?" "Any place where we can move together to the music." "Hmm. I think I know just the place." She starts the car and drives to a club not far away. It is early enough that the crowd isn't too huge or drunk, yet the dance beat is loud and driving. He follows her inside and they wedge into a table near the dance floor. It takes only a couple sips of her drink and a favorite tune to blast from the sound system for her to take his hand and pull him up to dance. "Let's see those big city moves, Handsome," she teases. "Let's see if you can keep up with me," he replies. The music is hard and the beat is sexy. In no time at all they are moving together, writhing with the sweaty bodies, their eager bodies bumping and grinding against each other. He lets his hands wander over her body, touching her, teasing her, caressing her. He smiles when his fingers glide over her breasts and find that her nipples are nearing a state of perpetual hardness. He toys with the stiff little tips and feels her grind her ass harder against his crotch. When they turn to face each other, his hands trail down over her ass, cupping her firm cheeks underneath her skirt. She is doing much the same. Her hands feel his tight buns and grip them. When he turns away, her fingers locate his cock and rub against his still hard member that is snaking down the leg of his slacks. When she actually grabs him, he glances over his shoulder at her and turns back around to face her. She keeps her grip on his cock and shakes and wriggles her body seductively. Their actions are the closest they could come to having sex while still wearing all their clothes. When the music changes to something with a Latin flavor, they don't stop. In fact they don't stop until much later when they are both winded and sweaty and need a drink. They sit close together at their little table, sipping their drinks and cooling down. It is impossible to talk so they communicate with little gestures, winks, and nods. They even steal a couple of kisses. Just as the music shifts to something a little softer and romantic, they have chilled enough so that he takes her hand and leads her back to the dance floor. While the others are shimmying and shaking, he takes her into his arms in a formal dance position. She giggles as they begin to move slowly around the dance floor, navigating through the crowd and managing to avoid getting stepped on. Just as at the restaurant, while they dance the teeming crowd around them seems to melt away. All that matters is having their arms around each other and the adoring looks of desire in their eyes. When the song ends, he kisses her and leans toward her ear. "I'm ready to go now. Are you?" he says just loud enough to be heard. She nods. They go back to their table to take care of their drinks and she picks up her purse. The cooler outside air is refreshing and they hurry to the car, pausing only twice for a kiss. When they reach the car, she hands him the keys. "Take me home, Derek, and have your way with me," she says in her sexy Texas drawl. He helps her into the car and hustles around the driver's side. They lean together for a long deep wet kiss that lure their hands into fondling each other. "I want you so bad, Derek," Amy says. "I want you to make love to me so much." He doesn't speak. He can see the wanton desire flooding her eyes and hopes that she can see the same in his, because he surely feels the same way. Fortunately they aren't far from home. She gives him directions and they take off. When his hand isn't working the gearshift it is caressing her thigh or slipping between her legs to brush against the damp panel of silk covering her pussy. Her hand never strays from his lap, her fingers stroking lightly along the length of his long hard cock. Soon they are in her apartment and the door is closed and locked. She steps toward him and he takes her face into his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. The Visitor "I have been dreaming about this for so long," he says softly. "I thought that it might never come true." "I never doubted that it would," She replies. Her body is rubbing up against his, her hands slipping around his waist, and her face turns up toward his angling for a kiss. Their lips meet again in a hungry needful kiss. They clutch at each other pressing their bodies tightly together as their tongues dance and their hands play. He kisses her with a fierce passion, claiming her lips, her cheek, and her neck as his own. She runs her hands up and down his back, raking her nails over his body. He kisses her neck and licks near her ear savoring the sweet taste of her skin. His fingers toy with the straps of her tank top, finally pulling them down from her shoulders and lowering the soft thin fabric until her breasts are bared to his urgent kisses. She combs her fingers through his hair, keeping him close and holding his lips against her heaving breasts. He licks circles around her taut erect nipples. He kisses the hard tips and suckles them tenderly, drawing her aureoles deep into his mouth and nibbling gently on them. "Oh, god, Derek! Make love to me! Oh, god yes! Make love to me!" she cries out breathlessly. They are dancing again, but not in the sexy and naughty but socially acceptable form back at the club. This dance is of serious seduction and flaming desire. They move through her apartment dropping their clothes along the way; shoes kicked off by the doorway, her top tossed onto the telephone table, his shirt on the floor, her cute little skirt in the hallway, his khaki slacks hung on the bedroom doorknob. They stand together kissing and touching the hot vibrant flesh of each other's body. They are so aroused it is almost painful. She hooks her fingers inside the waistband of his silk boxers and tugs them down. She slowly sinks to her knees as she lowers his shorts, watching with great anticipation as his cock springs into view. She rubs her cheek against it as his shorts fall to the floor and he hurriedly kicks them off. She runs her warm hands up his legs, massaging his thighs and then caressing his belly. He rocks his hips greedily, pointing his impressive erection toward her face. "Mmm, I just love the sight of your cock, Derek," she says. "It's so big and beautiful ... and it's all for me!" "Yes, Princess! Every inch is for your enjoyment," he groans. "Mmm, yum!" she coos. She curls her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and begins to lick it, running her tongue up the length of his shaft several times, always changing her path, until his thick hard pink shaft is glistening. Then she strokes it with her hand, feeling the pleasure reverberate through his body. "Jesus, Princess!" he grunts as his head falls forward. He reaches down to stroke her long blonde hair gently as she runs her tongue up and down his hard cock. "You have a beautiful dick, Derek," she says in a sexy, husky voice. "Mmm, I just love it!" Then she flicks her tongue lightly along the ridge on the underside and watches him squirm with pleasure and feels his fingers grip her head firmly. She runs her tongue around the head of his cock, circling it slowly and bringing the first dribbles of precum to the tip, which she licks off. Stroking his shaft gently, she places the head between her lips and moves it around her mouth, rubbing it against her cheeks and letting her teeth graze on it lightly. He begins to gently rock his hips forward and back, and groans appreciatively. She grasps the tip in her hand and kisses her way up and down the sides of his cock, nibbling very gently, and dragging her warm wet lips over his very sensitive skin. By the time she takes him back into her mouth, he is moaning uncontrollably. She sucks him deep into her mouth and then bobs her head back and forth. While his cock is in her mouth, her tongue never stops moving, wiggling and flicking all around his rigid shaft. "You like this, baby?" she asks softly as she lets his dick slip from her mouth with a pop. When her mouth isn't bobbing on his cock, her tight little fist is pumping him. "God, yes, Princess! That feels so good! Don't stop!" he grunts with a thick passion-ridden voice. She works the head inside her mouth again and sucks hard on it, her tongue flicking at the tip. She doesn't stop. She sucks him and licks him and strokes him with an increasing force until he feels his knees weaken. She runs her tongue over his shaft and swirls it down around his balls. She takes each one into her mouth and suckles it gently. "Oh, god, you feel so good! You're gonna make me cum in your mouth!" he growls. She takes him deep into her mouth, sucking him down her throat until she nearly gags. "You're so big!" she says as she tries to catch her breath. "I can hardly get you all inside me." "Uhh, is that a problem?" he asks as she sucks him deep inside her mouth again. "No, babe," she says and then sucks him again, bobbing her head back and forth frantically. Finally, after enjoying several more minutes of the magic that she can make with her tongue and lips, he can stand it no longer. He doesn't want to cum just yet and the urge to return the favor has grown inside him. He reaches down to her, drawing her to her feet and kissing her gratefully, tasting his own musky scent on her lips and tongue. Then he maneuvers her toward the bed in a sexy little tango, their bodies brushing together, his slick cock head bumping against her belly, the sharp tips of her breasts raking against his chest. At his urging, she sits on the edge of the bed and leans back. He squats between her legs and spreads them apart. The thin panel of light blue silk covering her pussy is dripping wet with her arousal and clings to her like a second skin. He can see the perfect outline of her shaven folds and the sweet bump of her clit emerging from between. He runs his hands up her legs, caressing the soft silken skin of her calves and thighs. As his fingertips dance lightly up her inner thighs, she spreads her legs apart even more, and rocks her hips upward, thrusting her needy pussy toward him. He grins devilishly at her eagerness and licks his lips. After all the months and days of waiting, he is finally about to taste her sweetness. He crouches between the spread of her long legs and bends forward. He kisses her and licks her through her nearly transparent panties. The tiny triangle can barely cover her excited pussy folds. His fingers trace along the skinny straps of elastic that run over her hips as his lips graze on her pussy. His hands slip around to her ass and scoop her up, lifting her hips off the bed. She tastes so sweet and tart, a tantalizing mix of her perfume and her intoxicating natural scent. She moans with great pleasure as he kisses and licks her through her panties. She can feel his teeth grind gently over her clit and his tongue press her wet panties up into the entrance to her cunt. Her feet find the edge of the bed and she pushes her pussy up into his face. Then his fingers pull at the strings of her thong and begin to lower her panties. The tiny triangle covering her wet sex is the last to pull away, revealing the wet glistening folds of her pussy to his hungry eyes. She is completely naked and looks so incredibly sexy, laying back onto the bed, her legs spread apart, her back arched slightly, the firm round mounds of her breasts proudly rising up, topped by her hard pink nipples, her face smiling sweetly, her blue eyes sparkling, and her long blonde hair cascading over the sheets. He tosses her skimpy blue panties aside and lowers his head again between her legs. "Derek?" she asks. "What, Princess?" "Derek, I want you to eat my pussy!" she calls out to him with a voice filled with lusty desire. "I want you to eat my pussy till I cum!" "Mmm, just what I is planning to do, baby," he replies, and then he brings his lips to her sodden folds. Her pussy feels warm and moist as he kisses her folds. He can feel the hard little nub of her clit emerging from its hood and rub against his upper lip. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, her heavy-lidded baby blue eyes watching this handsome older man closely as his hands explores the length of her legs tenderly while his lips kisses every fold of her wet pussy. He presses his face into the aromatic split of her sex and his lips close snuggly around her labia, sucking her gently into his warm wet mouth, bringing a groan from deep within her. "Uhhhnnn, baby! Ooo, that feels sooo good!" she moans greedily as first his lips pressed against her folds and then his tongue emerges. She gazes down as he begins to lap at her enthusiastically like a thirsty puppy. "Mmm, yes, Derek! Mmm, oh yes!" The flavor of her drenched pussy is an intoxicating elixir; the more he tastes of her, the more of her he wanted. His tongue traces the ridges of her inner folds and plunges deep into the wet velvet of her inner depths. He feels her hand fall upon his head, her long fingers raking through his hair, clasping his head, guiding him, drawing him nearer. The tip of his tongue finds her clitoris, massaging both sides of her delicate and dainty pink shaft, and when his tongue gently strums the underside and the emerging bud, she explodes. "Oh, fuck, Derek!" she screams. "Oh, god, yes!" She lifts her legs and hooks them over his shoulders, her heels digging into the flesh of his back. She rocks her hips rhythmically and ground her pussy against his face. When she falls back against the bedcovers, he looks up between her trim thighs and watches as she pulls selfishly at her nipples, pinching and rolling them, her eyes are closed and her mouth is open and panting. With an intent and inspired skill, he turns back to her sex and laves her slavishly with his tongue, worshipping her insatiable mound with a variety of thrusts and flicks of his tongue until her thighs clamps tightly against his ears and her body tenses up as an exhilarating orgasm erupts in her. "Oh god! Yesss! Yesss! Yesss!" she hisses with a tremulous voice as her body rocks and shivers with the quaking tidal wave of an orgasm rumbling through her. She grinds herself against him and clamps his face against her until he has to struggle to free himself and breathe. "My god, you have a pretty little pussy," he says as he strokes it gently with his fingers. He looks up at her and their eyes meet as his fingertips play lightly upon her clit and his thumb probes at the entrance to her cunt and the tight rosebud of her ass. "And you taste so good, too!" With their eyes still locked together, he leans down and licks again at her pussy, circling her clit with the tip until her eyes close and her head falls back onto the sheets. "Mmm, ooo, Derek! You have got me so turned on!" she cries out. She pulls on her nipples until they are taut and stiff and her aureoles are fully puckered. "I want you so bad!" She struggles to push herself up from the bed so that she is sitting at the edge. She lifts his face up from between her legs and kisses away her pussy juices that are smeared around his lips and mustache. He rises up to his knees and then stands up between her legs. Her hands go immediately to his body, trailing down from his chest to his belly and thighs before circling the base of his cock that is still very hard. Eagerly, she takes him into her mouth, sucking him fiercely, humming as she takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She can feel him swell up inside her hot wet mouth as the tip pushes again and again at the base of her throat. Lowering her jaw and opening herself up, she takes the last inches of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. "Oh, fuck!" he grunts as he feels his cock push down her throat. "Jesus!" He places his hands on the back of her head, more for balance than to direct her or control her. She bobs her head back and forth several times before letting his cock loose, strands of her saliva running from his thick hard glistening shaft to her mouth. Her hand tightens around his shaft and strokes him several times before she plunges him back into her mouth and down her throat again. He weaves his fingers into her silky blonde hair feeling the energy and passion in his new lover grow. When she pulls her mouth off his cock again, she arches her back and guides his rock hard shaft to the soft valley between her breasts. She squezes her breasts together and lets his slick shaft glide up and down between them. He groans with pleasured approval as he rocks his hips up and down and watches his cock slip and slide between her gorgeous firm young breasts. Then she takes hold of his cock and kisses and licks it again, swirling her tongue around and around the head until he nearly collapses with pleasure. "I just love playing with your big beautiful cock, Derek," she says beaming up at him, her baby blue eyes twinkling. "And I just love playing with your pretty little pussy, Amy," he replies, looking down at this sweet and sexy girl who is pleasuring his cock endlessly. "Then don't you think it's time that we introduced them?" she asks, letting go of his cock and scrambling up onto her bed. "I think you are quite right about that, baby," he answers, crawling up after her, settling his hips between the spread of her legs until the head of his cock bumps up against the wet folds of her pussy. He reaches down and rubs the head against her dripping wet pussy, circling her clit and then plunging down until he finds her warm wet inviting opening. "Is your pretty little pussy ready?" "Is that gorgeous cock of yours?" "I think so," he answers and he thrusts his hips forward. The head of his cock pushes against her slick pussy lips and pops just inside, bringing a sigh from both of them. He smiles from the supreme pleasure of feeling his cock finally inside the warm velvety walls of her cunt. Amy spreads her legs apart and pushes her hips upward, feeling every inch of him slip inside her. With long languid teasing strokes he begins to work his cock in and out of her. A couple times it pops all the way out and they both feel the replayed pleasure of insertion. "God, your wet little pussy feels so good," he says, as he slides his hard cock back and forth. "Your big old cock feel so good inside my tight little pussy," she replies clenching her pussy snuggly around the shaft of his thrusting cock. He lowers his body down and slipped his arms around her shoulders. He kisses her fully on the mouth and soon his tongue is entering her mouth just like his cock is entering her pussy. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and winds her legs around his hips and grinds her pussy against him, feeling his long hard cock fill her cunt completely. Every stroke of his wonderful organ sends waves of pleasure cascading through her body. His kisses shift from her mouth to her neck and she can hear his accelerated breathing as his hard nipping kisses near her ear. "Fuck me, Derek! Fuck me harder!" she calls out and then feels the increasing pace and strength of his thrusts. It doesn't take long before she feels another sweet orgasm pass through her body. His powerful thrusts have pushed them up the bed until her head bumps against the headboard. They both chuckle briefly. He rises up onto his knees and grabs her hips, lifting her up and pulling her toward him, away from the headboard. Then he plunges his cock deep inside her and begins to thrust hard and fast. She lifts her legs and bends them back, snugging her pussy around his cock even tighter. His grip slides from her hips up her legs as he continues to rock his hips and plunge his cock in and out of her. The sight of her body responding to his every thrust, the bobbing of her breasts and the look of deep passion in her blue eyes is exquisite. Her continuous moans and sighs tickled his ears. "You like having my big cock inside you, baby?" he asks. "Oh god yes! I love it! Fuck me, Derek! Yes! Oh, fuck me!" He is nearly out of breath and breaking a sweat that tinkled down onto her belly. She runs her hands up over his belly to his chest and grazes her nails over his taut little man nipples. When he pauses, she implores him down to her for a kiss and he lowers down and presses her into the sheets, his cock still deeply imbedded in her pussy. "Derek?" she asks. "I think it's time for me to get on top." "Oh, yeah!" he says panting and eager to catch his breath. They quickly roll over and she adjusts her legs to straddle his hips. "Ride 'em cowboy-er, cowgirl!" She laughs and then begins to rise and fall on top of him, slowly running her pussy up and down the full length of his cock. When she lowers down, she grinds her pussy against him. When she rises up she manages to keep the head just inside her sweet little twat. He can't resist running his hands up along her body to cup her breasts, bouncing so delightfully. When he pinches and pulls on her nipples, she leans over and lets them fall toward his mouth. The feeling of his mouth suckling her sensitive nipples while his cock is pounding her pussy is driving her crazy. Combined with the way her clit rubs against his body, she is nearing another scrumptious orgasm. She holds herself above him sort of on her elbows and knees while he humps her ferociously. Her orgasm floods his cock with dampness. She catches her breath, gathers herself up and begins to bounce up and down on him again. She rests her hands on his chest and looks down at the glowing look of desire in his eyes. There is something special in the way they fuck-in the way they made love-that is different from the other guys she had been with. He is older and experienced and seems to know just where and how to touch her and kiss her. And the adoring look in his eyes tells her just how he feels about her, how he is appreciating each moment they are spending together and savoring her presence gratefully. After he regains his breath and strength, he silently maneuvers her onto her hands and knees and takes her quickly from behind. She tosses her head back and looks over her shoulder at him as he begins to thrust hard and deep into her. "Oh fuck me harder, Derek! Uhhh, god! Yes! Just like that! Ooo, ooo, ooo!" she cries out loudly. He thrusts hard and fast and deep into her sodden hot pussy, his belly smacking into the cheeks of her ass, his balls slapping against her clit, his hands wandering over her ass and back, her belly and breasts. Every part of her body seems to be on fire. When he impulsively smacks her on the ass a couple times, she nearly explodes. He grabs her hair and pulls her body hard against him, his stiff cock setting her pussy on fire and his passion enflaming her own. She lowers her head and shoulders down until they are buried in the pillows and thrusts her ass up high in the air. She looks toward him. "Oh fuck me, Derek! Oh god! You're so good! Make me cum, baby! Make me cum real hard!" He bangs her so hard that they collapse onto the bed, his belly pressing into the firm cheeks of her ass, his cock swelling with arousal. He latches onto her shoulders and thrusts as hard and fast and as deep as he could. He can feel his own orgasm grow near as his cum begins to churn deep in his balls. "I'm close, Princess," he growls. "Real close." "Cum in my pussy, Derek!" she cries out. "I want to feel it inside me! Cum in my pussy!" With a deep guttural groan, he splits her pussy as hard as possible and feels his cum surge up through its path inside him until it spurts deep into her cunt. With several nearly blinding thrusts he erupts and feels the heat and sticky lubrication of his jism. "Yes, baby! Cum for me! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!" she cries out with pleasure, feeling the warmth and power of his ejaculation. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" The Visitor Even after he empties himself inside her, he doesn't stop moving for several moments, thrusting spasmodically as each bit of arousal is wrenched from him. His body trembles and he groans with a deep satisfied pleasure. Finally he falls still and silent and feels the heat of her body burn into him. "Sweet mother of Jesus! I swear I just caught a glimpse of heaven!" he says as they begin to move. He rolls over onto his back and she eases up on top of him, resting her cheek on his chest. She can hear and feel his heart beating in his chest as his arms encircle her and lightly caress her bare backside from her neck down to her ass. "I just knew it would be like this," she sighs. "I just knew it!" "So did I, Princess," he answers. "So are you glad you let me come visit you?" "Of course," she says, smacking his chest playfully. "Why ever would you think I wouldn't?" "Like I said, I just figured that some handsome doctor type would sweep you off your feet before we had a chance to meet." "There's no way," she protests. "I told you that once I got to know you, there's no way anyone else is going to keep us apart." "Good, baby," he says. "So you ready for a little snack?" she asks perkily. "In a couple, babe," he replies. "I'd kind of like to lay here and catch my breath and feel your beautiful body a little longer. Then we can get something to eat." "Mmm, okay. But I want you to keep up your strength. There are a lot of things that we haven't come close to doing yet, and we've got all weekend." "Yes we do," he says with a contented smile thinking of all the fantasies and desires they had talked about exploring. "The whole weekend." The End The Visitor I was in my room with Suede and we had been together for a few weeks. He still hadn't quite learned all of my turn-ons, but he knew of the other guys, and that I'd had fantasies about some of them. Anyway, I was standing in front of the mirror in my nightgown. I had nothing on underneath it. I guess I was just checking to see if I'd gained anything. I pulled the gown closer to my skin and was looking at my stomach and my chest to see if anything had changed. Then I felt arms reach around me under my gown. It was Suede . He pressed himself against me, his cock rubbing against my inner thigh. I felt him and myself getting aroused. He whispered to me. "Why don't you just take the rest of it off and we can settle this like...adults." I turned around to look at him. "I guess you're turned on, huh?" I said looking up at him. Suede took his hand and put it under my gown... cupping my pussy. I slowly closed my eyes, savoring the feeling. He ran his thumb across it and then took his hand out. "You might be more turned on than I am. Suede said his hand thick with the wetness from my slit. Shall we?" He pointed to the bed, went over and lay down. He only had his briefs on and was about to take them off. I came over and leaned against him. "Maybe it wasn't you I was thinking about." I said seeming distant. "Well then it was all of us. Suede began. You never struck me as the gang bang type before...but I read your stories and the words you used--I would never have thought it was you. He pulled me to him and kissed me. Is it all of us, again?" "No, I said my eyes closed...I looked down and massaged the hair on his chest...just one other." I sat on the side of the bed and began to pinch my nipples thru the gown. His mouth fell slightly. "I just imagined that if the two of you were to come at me at once...how delicious it would feel." "You have no idea what you do to me when you play with yourself like that. He sighed. What do I have to do to get you to tell me what your fantasy is, and who the other guy is? Suede got up out of the bed and walked to the dresser. You're lucky I have good dick control...to keep up with you, I have to." He thumbed thru one of my pads. Then he looked up at me. I was lying down with my eyes closed. He got on the bed and bent over me. He sat there, his arms crossed for a minute, then whispered in my ear. "It's Shayne isn't it?" I shuddered for a second... looking up at him. Then he caressed my breasts thru the gown. Tell me your fantasy." He lay down and then I lay next to him. "You're correct in it being him. I spoke quietly. He appeared to be simple.... but an exquisite conversationalist. That's what I liked about Shayne. When I came to you guys that day and told you about the story I was writing, he did like the rest of you and put in his two cents, then he added...there's gonna be sex, right?" Shayne had no idea I had already thought about that.... and yet, it made him stick out more. I thought that he would be the only one I could show "The Game" chapter to, and he'd like it. I was scared to show it to you because you were the object of my lusty advances." Suede kissed me on my neck. "I wish you had told me sooner..."I heard him mumble. "Well, I continued. I kept changing the chapter. Because of you, Suede. The next time I came to see you guys, I was totally elated. I spoke to you, Damon, and lastly Davis and Shayne. Shayne shocked me that day. He was wearing this beautiful 72-hour beard. It totally changed the way his face looked. I was turned on...I was hoping it wasn't obvious. I talked with him later, too. When I got home that evening, because of all of you, I was scooping a ton of come out of my panties. I didn't know I could come that much." "You seemed so innocent to me...that's why I never mentioned my intentions." Suede chuckled. "I wish you had, I said kissing him. I was so hot every time I left you, I could only imagine that you had any. Anyway, the more I wrote, the more I fantasized about what could happen with 5 men and two women on a desolate campus. I thought of you and Joe a lot. I never thought about Shayne that way until I saw his face with the stubble. Then one night, after I finished fantasizing, I dreamed that he wanted to play The Game. I was hesitant about it and was beating around the bush. But when we finally did it, he put me into shock, because having sex with him was nothing like being with him and talking. He was like a depraved man full of pent up sexual desires. I glanced at Suede who sat there smiling...then I continued speaking. Shayne damn near ripped my legs apart having sex with me. Doing it so fast, ramming himself down me as if...nothing else mattered. He kissed like... (I paused to catch my breath)...like he had been waiting to kiss someone, anyone and I was there...then he apologized for the whole thing hoping this wouldn't stop me from playing with him again. The best thing though, Suede is...I felt the whole thing! When I woke, I felt my eyes were as big as saucers, I was really wet, flowing between the legs and I masturbated on that dream. He was no longer the person I met at school." "You're wondering...Suede spoke suddenly, if any of it's true. You know his personality, he recommended the sex in the story when you were thinking the same thing. His beard kept his face in your mind... and then there was the dream." I put my hand on his prick. Suede was too hard for words. He glanced at where my hand was. "I'll hold it if you tell me what the fantasy was." He said stroking my hand. "Okay, I will. I said smiling. I imagined that he came here and you answered the door. He said that he had to see me, to apologize about the sex, but when you let him in, he accidentally saw me as I am right now...nothing else on but this gown. He stood there for a moment and I tried to cover myself, but I was in shock cos he had this enormous hard on...I couldn't move! He stood... just looking at me. You stared at him, and I glanced at you. He quickly removed his shirt. He was breathing hard... was completely mystified. He knelt down, opening his pants, pulled his rigid tool out and began jacking off! I had to see it...I came closer. I was huffing...almost hiccuping. I couldn't control myself. I was so wet from watching, I went back to the room and masturbated, until I passed out. When I opened my eyes you were both standing there in your briefs. I was looking at your bulges and still getting wet. Then you pulled me up and kissed me...telling me it was okay. I turned to look at Shayne...he kissed me on the neck. I was shaking. Then you hugged me. Unbeknownst to myself, Shayne had removed his briefs and you had signaled for him to move towards me. He slid his rock hard cock between my legs but not into me. He grabbed me by the waist and slid his tool in and out between my legs. I didn't have time to notice what was going on.... I was breathing so heavy I couldn't stand. Shayne held me and continued sliding his cock thru my legs. I couldn't breath but come was running down my legs. As I looked at you, you put your cock into my soaking pussy, which felt like it would explode! Then you slowly pumped back and forth. I was still shaking and started to move with you. Shayne had come twice and then he stuck his already recovering tool into my ass! It hurt, but it felt better every time he removed it, and went back in. I wanted to scream so bad I could die, but I had no air...I couldn't come down from the orgasm and I wouldn't let go. I moaned in ecstasy as the two of you held and fucked me. Suddenly, Shayne stopped fucking my ass. Then you pulled out having come twice. I almost collapsed on the floor shaking...my breath was still in gasps but I was almost normal. You laid me on the bed. Shayne stroked my cheek and smiled "I missed you.... I see you missed me a little too." he said. Then-- I swallowed, looking at Suede.... he was seriously smiling and still quite hard, but I could see precum forming on his shorts. He stroked himself, still listening intently. Then you and Shayne pulled my gown up and he started sucking on my nipples so hard I was delirious. Then you put your fingers into my recovering pussy, and started to drive me up the wall! I came two, three more times. I lay there shaking, and finally I was conscious. When my eyes opened again, Shayne was kneeling next to the bed. I looked at him, my voice barely audible, and said, "Thank you so much." He wiped a tear from my eye. "I had to see you, Shayne began. Suede told me you were here. I suppose I got a little...excited when I did." Then you came in and shook hands with him and said "Come by anytime." Shayne hugged me and I felt that stubble massaging my face...(sigh) and he left." I had finished my fantasy. . Suede reached between my thighs, sticking his fingers in my wet slit. As he held them up, come dripped from them. "To make yourself come like that and me get as hard as I did waiting to hear the end of that fantasy...you'll be a great writer... 'specially since you're so good at conveying your thoughts." he said. I smiled as he mounted me, and began stabbing into my starved happy hole quickly... then slowly, and quickly again... .my legs held over his shoulders. After awhile of heavy breathing from us both, we came in unison. After two or three more times he sucked and licked my breasts til' we fell asleep. Just before I closed my eyes, I thought to myself. How is it my body could know two men so well...and be so sensitive to their needs? Falling into a deep sleep I watched both of them fade... FIN The Visitor Though the village had its share of gossips no one in the pub worried when Lisa, the 25yr old shy housewife joined the business-suited fifty-year-old man in a cosy corner. She was being friendly and anyway they knew her husband Colin would be along shortly. Often Lisa would arrive first to enjoy a quiet drink knowing the little inn would be full of people she knew, villagers and local farmers, and, as was the case tonight the occasional traveller seeking refreshments or a room. The man was a salesman, outgoing and gregarious who had already chatted away incessantly to the locals, buying them drink, but nevertheless they were very glad to give their ears a rest when he and Lisa retired into an alcove to sit by the fire. Colin looked around when he entered the pub confused that his wife wasn't sat with friends at the bar but a gesture from the barmaid pointed him in the right direction. Big Bill the businessman shook his hand eagerly patting him on the back before buying another round of drinks. It seemed Colin had no choice but to accept the company and generosity of the jolly man. Lisa, Colin noticed, was very comfortable with the guy – unusual for her as she was normally very shy with strangers. The young husband too became relaxed with this man who fussed over his wife entertaining her with stories, some bawdy but all very amusing and interesting. He was away from home, liked to flirt with and impress ladies and sought out company to avoid getting lonely, decided Colin, therefore was harmless. The husband went off to answer the call of nature happy with that thought though knowing his brain was under the influence of drinking too much of the single malt whiskey the guy had kept putting in front of him. Colin was really a beer man and had mixed the spirit with his usual five pints of strong local ale. How cosy his wife looked almost cuddled up to the prematurely greying man thought Colin on his way back from the gentleman's room. His ears picked up the conversation that made his senses perk up. The pair sat giggling at one of the man's more ribald comments. "How did you manage to get talking about wife-swapping?" Colin asked in his broad country accent. "Bill told me some stories about it earlier," Lisa informed her husband, "More about wife-watching really." She was being very bold, unlike her normal self. "You've come across it then?" asked Colin to the man. "Of course, it's very common," said the experienced man, "Don't get me wrong I'm not ridiculing the practice. There's nothing wrong with it – it's just another way consenting adults can have some fun and experience something very erotic." The phenomenon was discussed at length until Lisa, very coyly told the man, "We've read about it in magazines – I've often wondered about it but I don't think it goes on in these parts." She had 'wondered' about it - this was certainly news to Colin. The woman giggled, "The men around here are all farming stock – they would think it a slur on their manliness if they saw their wife enjoying herself with another man." Bill laughed and nudged her with his elbow, "Otherwise you'd give it a go eh?" The look Lisa gave her husband caused his stomach to jolt and his head to spin. It was a brief look but said volumes – no words were needed. It appeared her mood now changed, as though when she looked at her husband she was seeking signs, answers to some unasked question. Her husband looked back, trying to convey to her that though he knew what the question in her head was he didn't know the answer. "So all kinds of people try it out then, this wife swapping and sharing, watching thing?" Bill suddenly became quite serious and quietly explained in great detail what it was all about, including the pitfalls of jealousy and suchlike. "You have to know what you are getting into," he said watching for Colin's reaction. "It's a case of remembering to treat each other respectfully and being honest about things." Lisa stared hard at her husband but her comments were addressed to Bill, "The men round here treat their women like part of the livestock - possessions." "No problem then," joked Bill, "Farmers watch their animals fornicating don't they?" His laughter at his own witticism filled the room. "Yes," said a still half serious Lisa keeping her eyes fixed on her husband, "But they wouldn't like it if they saw their wives enjoying it!" Colin, was becoming agitated, "By 'they', are you really referring to me?" he demanded of his wife. "I've never seen you like this before, so outspoken, you're usually very shy!" Bill sensed the tension and laughed quieter now but couldn't resist another smart quip, "It's because she's turned on with all this talk about sex with other men!" He laughed alone until he noticed how the young housewife had coloured up and was now looking very guilty like her innermost private secrets had just been made public then he stopped his guffawing noticing how Colin too was quite taken aback. Lisa smiled and mumbled, embarrassed but didn't deny the insinuation of her sexual arousal instead simply asking the men to not embarrass her. The atmosphere however, rather than being spoilt had a tingle, an electricity and Colin now laughed out loud attempting to cover the intrigue he felt on seeing his wife almost apologise for her open display of sexuality. "Oh my, it's got very warm in here!" she laughed. Colin smiled back to his wife and turned to Bill as though showing that no offence had been taken. They all chatted a while longer until aware most folks had already left they thought that they too ought to drain their glasses. "Have you far to go?" asked Bill, who had already booked a room in the inn. "Just a couple of hundred yards," said Colin who then went on to describe the cottage they lived in. "Sounds really nice – the perfect country cottage!" said Bill. " We could have showed it to you, couldn't we Lisa – if it hadn't got so late." His voice faltered and tailed off as though waiting for her to make the obvious suggestion. They all wobbled to their feet, the alcohol taking its full effect now they had stood. "Think how bad we'll be when the night air hits us!" laughed Colin. "I'd better walk you both back home!" laughed Bill who, not having mixed his whiskey with beer was reasonably sober. Colin was still functioning mentally though his legs and eyes told otherwise – he caught the look on his wife's face. She giggled, "You'd better had 'cause if he falls I'd have to leave him in the road!" "Can you manage a nightcap back at our place?" Colin asked Bill. They staggered out of the door with Lisa whispering to her husband, "Is he coming with us then?" The affirmative answer pleased her immensely. They hadn't gone far before Bill wanted to pee. "Should have gone in the pub," he cursed. Colin directed the man into the toilets on the village green. Right away the young husband held his wife close and kissed her passionately. "Colin!" she exclaimed, "You aren't usually as tender as that!" She moaned and giggled when she felt his cock pressing into her belly. "Did you really get turned on in the pub?" he asked. She buried her head in his chest before answering shyly, "Yes, he made me feel relaxed and able to express my feelings. Anyway – all that talk about husband's watching their wives." "You like him a lot don't you?" "Oh Colin – don't make me feel guilty – yes, it's probably because he's older and like a father figure." "It's more than that girl!" said her husband. The man pushed her toward the men's toilets. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "It'll be fun if you go inside and watch him pee!" "Colin!" Nevertheless the young wife allowed her husband to push her through the door and into the men's urinal. Lisa stood in the half light, slightly scared but fortified by the alcohol excited as her eyes adjusted to the dark making out the outline of Bill's cock held in his hand and the sound of his piss splashing on the porcelain. He pretended not to see her at first then said, "That's very naughty of you!" He turned toward her while he shook the drips from the tip before pulling the foreskin a couple of times, then he waited, holding his dick like he was giving the young wife chance to see it begin to grow and stiffen. He asked Lisa where her husband was; she told him Colin was probably strolling on ahead. Delaying as long as he dare for he wasn't sure of Colin he put his cock away back inside his trousers. Lisa had frozen to the spot, very excited but disappointed now that the dick was now out of sight. She didn't register how he approached her and kissed her, feeling her arse cheeks before running his hands over her tits but the act left her breathless and greatly aroused. Colin had waited patiently at the door but had spied his wife being kissed. The party went on their way all a little quieter and more thoughtful now. Just a few minutes later they arrived at the cottage with Bill jokingly pointing out how glad he was Colin hadn't fallen down after all. Lisa sorted the drinks before her husband came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you go and get ready for bed." She looked back at him annoyed asking why he wanted her out of the way. "No," said Colin, indulgent of his wife being slow to catch on, "I mean – why don't you go and get ready for bed – then come back downstairs." Lisa stared unbelievingly at her husband, "Colin, are you sure you know what you are saying?" Lisa's husband snuggled up to his wife kissing her neck, still whispering in her ear, slowly and suggestively, like he was attempting to persuade her to indulge in something very wicked but exciting. "It might be fun if you flirt with Bill – show your body off for him a little." Col took a deep breath before adding excitedly, "Let him kiss you – touch you! I saw you when you watched him peeing – how you let him kiss you." He felt Lisa tremble and go weak in his arms, "Oh Colin!" she whimpered. The man took hold of his wife and kissed her very passionately though a little roughly. Lisa put it all down to the alcohol but when they heard Bill's voice and knew he was watching the wife saw how her husband reacted, showing an intense excitement and arousal kissing her neck and nibbling her ear as he worked her body against his crotch running his hands over her breasts. "God, that's a sexy sight to behold!" uttered Bill in the background. Lisa felt her husband's hand drop to her arse and play between her legs and she knew Bill could see every detail as he watched Colin's lewd behaviour; she couldn't help but become excited and aroused herself and wiggled her bottom that was firmly clad in tight jeans against Colin's hand. Eventually Col kissed her ear and whispered again that she ought to go and get changed. Breaking away from her husband Lisa looked coy and giggled as Bill teased her but Col noticed she wasn't aware that her shirt had come undone revealing the sight of her flimsy bra. The husband watched how Bill's eyes focused on his wife's tits and behind the smile the telltale signs of sexual desire and lust as he almost undressed her mentally. Colin felt a new type of sexual thrill knowing that this stranger was sexually attracted to his wife and that she was the cause of his arousal. "You have a very pretty wife Colin!" said a thoughtful Bill when she had left the room. Colin agreed knowing that the word 'pretty' wasn't really part of the man's thoughts. His heart raced a little faster as he wondered how far he would be prepared to let this go. The men made small talk and drank until Bill suddenly cursed and announced that he had forgotten to get the key to his room back at the inn. "Not to worry!" said Colin, " I'll ring them and run back to collect it for you before they go to bed – I'm sure they won't mind, they know me well enough." The husband had an ulterior motive. After seeing how easily his wife had succumbed to another man's kiss he had experienced a mixture of emotions, and amid them was one of sexual excitement. Now he had an overwhelming urge to want to repeat the experience though he was confused as to why, after feeling the expected jealousy and surprise at seeing Lisa's obvious enjoyment of being touched sexually his cock had stiffened and he felt thrilled. Colin went off on his errand implying that the talkative landlady at the inn would most likely delay him though secretly he intended to run as fast as he could – and peep through the window after leaving a convenient gap in the curtains. Before he reached the door Lisa appeared announcing casually and calmly how better she felt now she was in something more comfortable. Her justification of change of dress sounded a little contrived but her husband's attention was on the way his heart beat faster as he detected a large expanse of naked flesh under the loosely tied towelling bathrobe. Having to leave his wife alone with this man, in her state of undress, knowing they had already willingly stolen secret kisses aroused Colin greatly, particularly when he spotted the glint in her eye after she learned h e had offered to go back to the pub. He just had to have a quick peep through the window before he dashed off to retrieve the key; to see how and where they sat, watch their mannerism; maybe they would fall into each other's arms! Heart racing he looked in noticing Lisa's nervousness and self consciousness though in spite of that she seemed like she was flaunting herself as she swanned around the room before sitting in a chair opposite Bill. Col took in air between his teeth when he saw her intentionally part the lower halves of the robe to show tops of stockings. The watching man mumbled, thinking out loud expressing his shock that his wife had not donned a sexy nightdress but instead had chosen provocative lingerie that until now had been reserved for his own bedroom titillation. "You look gorgeous Lisa!" Bill's voice was clearly audible as having been a warm day the window had been left open a notch. "Thanks!" giggled the shy woman then happy to be complimented she crossed her legs. Her cheeks coloured up and she looked coy for she knew that the man would now be able to see far more and it would be no secret now that her suspenders could be seen, that she had not dressed to retire for bed but to entice and arouse – and that it could only have been with the intention of exciting their new friend. Nervous and shy but intent on playing the part Lisa let the end of the gown slide up to bunch at the top of her crossed leg showing the man several inches of lily white flesh. "She's really wanting something to happen!" he told himself. Fast as he could he returned to the inn and excusing his manner snatched the key and bolted back down the road. "I'll have missed it – they will have had a quick grope and be sat innocently expecting me back through the door!" he cursed. Scared his breathlessness would be heard inside he fought to control his lungs and with an agonising effort he carefully peered again through the window. Now, for a completely different reason his breath laboured; Lisa, sat now with the robe above her belt pulled aside was happily displaying her breasts showing how her nipples were hardly hidden by the transparent lace patterned half cup bra. The bottom half, draped either side of her legs showed the waistband of her little panties and only her crossed legs prevented the man from seeing what she had between her legs. "You're really cheeky!" she was heard to giggle, "That's as much as I'm going to show you!" The couple in the room teased each other and Lisa let her hand run along her thigh drawing the man's attention to her sexual parts. "Colin will be back soon!" she warned the man sounding almost disappointed. The man ogled Lisa making her giggle and restless accusing him of being a dirty and wicked man telling that she knew very well what he was thinking. He retaliated by pointing out that if she could read his dirtiest thoughts then she must enjoy them because she was giggling and then he openly pointed out that it was obvious that showing him her body turned her on. Lisa now looked serious and shocked but didn't deny the accusation or bother to cover up. This would be as far as it would go, thought Colin. Scared of being caught doing something he disapproved of they would go no further. If he rejoined them then maybe, or maybe not, Lisa would be willing to titillate for him in front of him but Colin realised that the Lisa he watched through the window was one who would never be truly revealed in his presence. He wanted desperately to see the hidden side of his wife. A plan came into his head. Taking out his cell-phone he moved out of hearing range and made a call. "Hey, I'm sorry but I've got stuck here sorting out something for Peter and Ann – and they insist on giving me a couple of drinks on the house – I'll be a while – if it's okay with you." Colin listened to his wife reassure him then moved as close to the window as he dared. Lisa had said she didn't mind and already he saw her legs swaying suggestively as she visibly relaxed. "How long do you think you'll be?" she enquired. "Oh, about - three quarters of an hour to an hour. I have to measure something up and give an estimate – should be leaving it 'till I'm sober, but you know what Pete is like. "About an hour? Okay then, ring me if anything changes – but – it's okay." As she spoke the last words Colin watched how she slowly uncrossed her legs and removed the last obstacle that prevented the middle aged man from seeing the crotch of her dainty panties. Her face had a strange expression, one Col had never seen before. "That was Colin," she told Bill in her quite serious voice, "He'll be gone for another hour." With both her feet planted firmly on the floor and her robe still adrift either side of her legs Lisa blatantly parted her knees and shyly covered part of her face with her hand nibbling her fingernails nervously. Bill sat sipping his drink clearly enjoying not only the view but also the new development – he was not a man to hurry. "I can just make out that you hardly have any pussy hair!" Bill told a shocked Lisa. She blushed and covered her face but steeling herself looked back at him, saying with a tremor in her voice, "Can you?" She didn't bother to close her legs but took in a deep breath allowing one knee to sway making the gap between her legs gape even wider. "All the men round here must lust over you," Bill told her. Lisa laughed softly letting her leg sway a little more. "I found it quite a turn on having you watch me take a pee," he said, "But I expect it's not new to you living in the countryside, seeing men working in the fields. I bet you've watched lots of men pissing – seen their cocks." It was half statement but half question. Colin swallowed hard, his nerves on edge as he had noticed right away Bill's change of tone and his vocabulary altered from pee to piss, his emphasise on the word cocks was pronounced. Col saw that Lisa had noticed too by the way her eyes widened but what the husband was really interested in was her answer. "Quite a few," she admitted very quietly still biting her nails. Colin felt his brain numb for a minute then began to wonder not just when his wife had seen such things but how she had managed to be in such a situation! His stomach turned a somersault. Putting down his glass Bill stood up and walked over to a trembling Lisa. He took her hand and bid her to stand up. Her face showed the level of her excited, apprehension at the expectancy of what might now transpire between her and the middle-aged man. "Come over here and sit with me on the couch," he said. Col watched Lisa obey, slowly but showing no reluctance. As they reached the couch Bill kissed her lips softly and sat down motioning that Lisa should sit on his right. Now as Lisa had moved round forty-five degrees from her husband's viewpoint Colin too was able to see just how provocative his wife looked as he made out the triangle of lace between her legs. The Visitor "If you're husband is going to be gone a while then there's no reason why you can't undo your robe for me, sweetheart and show me the rest of your delightful body." A scream of disbelief echoed through Colin's head as once again his wife shocked him by pulling the cord of her robe letting the man slip it from her shoulders. "Very nice! So tell me more about all these cocks you've seen Lisa," he urged as he ran his hands over her body, "I bet you've finished up playing with a few eh?" Col saw Lisa colour up again and drop her gaze. There was such a long silence that Col no longer expected an answer but instead watched intently as she allowed Bill to fondle her tits slipping his fingers under her bra to tickle her nipples. She didn't resist at all then just a mere few seconds later she let out a sigh and moaned agreeably showing Bill just how much she liked what his fingers were doing. With her eyes half-closed and with a dreamy sigh she spoke and her words cut through Colin like a knife. "I've played with a few," she confessed. "Oh I bet you've done more than that!" chuckled Bill lewdly. Lisa closed her eyes relishing the feel of Bill's sensuous touch and nodded her head, "Yeah!" she breathed, drawing out the syllable. She was like putty in his hands as Bill then said, "You won't mind playing with this one, then!" as at the same time unzipping and taking out a decent sized specimen of manhood that was already very hard and aroused. Little sighs and pleasurable whimpers came from the woman's lips as she reached out to take hold of the cock, sinking her body against the man's chest after he smartly unclasped her bra and uncovered her tits. For what seemed an age Colin watched through the gap in the curtains seeing his wife openly show her delight as she was repeatedly kissed on lips and nipples while a hand touched and teased her most private parts. She voluntarily spread her thighs inviting the hand to delve inside her panties to arouse her clit. Her hand worked eagerly on the foreskin of the stiff shaft. "Show me what you like to do when you go off into a barn with one of those burly farmers!" coaxed Bill. Lisa moaned softly and confessed, "I shouldn't do it!" before letting her head sink down in Bill's lap and taking his dick deep inside her mouth. Her hand pumped and her head bobbed up and down sucking hard to draw out the man's white sticky body fluid. Outside her husband was quite powerless to find ways to calm his mental and emotional discomfort but there was a way to ease his physical pain; He released the throbbing penis from his pants stopping it from pressing painfully against his clothing as it tried to break free now that blood had made it swell up, stiff and hard. His left hand automatically dropped between his legs to take hold of the excited weapon whilst he experienced a sense of awareness rather than thought zipping through his mind asking "Why am I feeling sexually aroused from watching my wife with another man but at the same time also feeling the torture of betrayal?" His attention quickly focused on Bills' sudden movement. Lisa's head was gently removed from his cock and he turned to her half kneeling on the floor. She gave a short dirty laugh when she saw what he wanted and helped him to remove her panties. "Have you ever let any of those men fuck you Lisa?" asked Bill in a voice now half an octave higher induced by lust and excitement. Lisa replied while lifting her legs to aid the removal of her undergarment, "Yes! Fuck me!" she cried deliriously. Opening her legs wide she awaited the invasion of Bills' big cock inside her wet twat; Colin could even see the redness of her inner cunt lips and saw her hips already wriggling and squirming, begging to be shafted. "Fuck me!" she hissed – and Bill did a fine job! Colin's wife was very active and enthusiastic in her lovemaking; in a way her husband had never ever known. He couldn't control the images and thoughts flitting through his head now her confessions of other men made him wonder not just who they were but was this scene typical of Lisa's until now secret other life. His thought was plain and simplistic, "Lisa likes sucking other men's cocks and being fucked!" Patiently, though due to a numbness of the brain and ego rather than consideration Colin watched quietly through the window until the sex act reached it's natural conclusion. He watched the couple, now sexually satisfied recover and kiss before making an attempt to loose the flush from their cheeks and return to a normal demeanour – then Col's frustration suddenly won the day making him sharply shoot through the door of his house. Guilty looks and a certain atmosphere, coupled with Lisa's clumsy efforts to fasten her undone robe and Bill's attempt to zip up his pants made obvious comments unnecessary. Col saw Lisa eye the discarded panties and sensed her forlorn hope that he wouldn't notice the telltale underwear, though of course he had anyway. The experienced Bill kept his cool calmly asking Colin if he had remembered the key. Colin too had kept control. "Sure, here you are Bill. Did you have a good time?" A cynical look came over the face of the cuckold husband. "Pity you have to leave tomorrow – you could have enjoyed another interesting evening. Maybe I could have stayed this time and watched!" Lisa, sat looking sheepish found her jaw had dropped with shock. "Do I look stupid?" demanded Colin of the couple. He turned to Bill, "Did you think I wouldn't know that something has gone on behind my back; or that I left knowing my wife had changed into sexy underwear and would expect you to just to sit chatting? Did you think I was too drunk to notice what went on in the toilet – how you flashed your cock in front of her? You also made a mistake thinking I couldn't hold my drink; I was only as drunk as I wanted to be!" Bill looked up at Colin, "Do I look fucking stupid to you?" The older man rose from his chair and walked over to the window and gestured at the gap in the curtains; Lisa gasped and uttered an obscenity before beginning to weep. Now Colin felt his jaw drop. Bill began his retaliatory speech, "Would your wife have risked following me into the men's room on her own, when I left you both walking together? What does it tell me when a guy invites me to his house and his wife immediately changes into flimsy lingerie under a robe? Did you think I wouldn't realise that I'm being set up when you were prepared to leave me alone with her then lo and behold – you phone to say you're delayed! To- night we sat in the pub talking about sex, wife watching and swapping – then all this happened so neatly! Truth is I spotted you right away peeking through the window. That's why I made sure your wife changed seats and improved your view; if that's what turns you on then I was happy to go along with it. Tell me Colin, did you already know about your wife's adventures with other men or was that news to you? Perhaps I've done you a favour. All those probing questions were meant for your ears not mine" Colin didn't answer but Lisa cried out. Bill looked pityingly at her and addressed her husband, "We'd better make it clear to your wife that the window is open and not only did you see everything but also you could hear everything we said." Lisa broke down, "What? Oh my God!" She buried her head in her hands. "No Colin, I don't think your stupid – and neither am I." Bill's voice calmed and he gazed steadily at the shocked husband. " I'm also about ninety- nine per cent certain that you liked what you saw Colin, though you may not want to admit it right now. I'm pretty certain I'm right because you haven't tried to kill me! I waited for you to reach the point when you cracked and burst into the room but you see, it never happened did it? Instead Colin you watched me fondle your wife, then take off her bra and suck her tits – then get her to suck my cock which she agreed to happily do. You watched Colin! Then I gave you plenty of time while slowly pulling off her panties to come in and prevent me fucking her – you could have even decided to burst in while I was shagging her – but you didn't. You decided to wait while it was all over and you know something else Colin? I've also noticed that even now you feel more than a little aroused – your cock's trying to burst through your pants! Did you know about the other men?" Colin was stunned and simply answered the man, "No, I didn't – tonight's the first I've heard of it." Bill walked over to Lisa, " I'll go now." He reached down and gently stroked the woman's head, "Look up at your husband," he instructed quietly. Col was surprised that she obeyed and looked back at her tear-stained face. "You have a lot of explaining to your husband about the other men – but think about what I've just pointed out Lisa – he has just watch us fuck and his cock's hard – so don't hold back when you tell him about the other guys. I'll be back this way in a couple of months so, well.... if you both feel like sharing another evening with me then I'll leave you my card. Would you like that Lisa?" The woman was startled by Bill's amazing nerve to even ask the question and looked at her husband, puzzled by his apparent unconcern that really what the man was asking was would she like to fuck him again! Colin stared back thinking she was waiting for him to approve and agree – then he saw how her eyes drifted down to gaze intently at the bulge in his pants. For a long fifteen seconds she looked then her eyes lifted to lock on to the gaze of her husband. She spoke slowly, her simple reply causing both their hearts to beat a little faster for in spite of the simplicity the words carried a great deal of weight and would go on to reveal secret inner dark desires harboured inside both man and wife. The words were, "It'll be up to Colin to decide." Colin swallowed hard; his wife, given his agreement, would be happy, and very willing, to have sex with this middle –aged man again. But then, should he feel so shocked at that fact now that he knew she had already been having sex with other men in the village? There was a lot to think about and he was confused. Bill slipped a card into his hand as he followed the man out into the street. "Did you say two months before your back?" That was Colin's final word to the man he had just watched fuck his wife. Bill smiled and nodded before Colin went back into the house. The husband saw his wife had climbed the stairs and he followed her; he was tired now but not too tired. While his wife was in the bathroom he stripped off and held his raging hard penis looking forward to when, in a few minutes it would be inside Lisa's cunt – and he would be replaying in his head the scenes he had watched earlier through the cottage window. The End The Visitor The first time I laid eyes on her, at the mall, I was sure I had seen her before, met her even, but couldn't place when or where. That happens to me a lot, I'll see the Costco girl at a restaurant, or the gas station guy downtown at the Square, and find myself trying to figure out where I know them. I'm almost always able to put person to face—but not this time. I saw her again a couple hours later; I was wandering around the Saturday market when she walked right by. About two inches shorter than me, she wore a loose crimson t-shirt and khaki shorts, her soft brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was youngish, early 20s maybe, and had a small fanny pack around her waist. It struck me that she was very attractive, could have just about any guy she wanted—and then, she looked at me. When her eyes caught mine, I felt it again: I know her, but how? * I was at home, revising a story on my computer, when the doorbell rang. Wearing only shorts and briefs, I pulled on an Old Navy t-shirt and headed to the door. I wasn't completely shocked when I saw her standing on the front porch. Surprised, yes; hesitant to open the door, definitely; maybe a little curious? I'd have to say yes to that, too. After seeing her twice earlier in the day, after locking eyes and feeling the tickle of recognition that I couldn't quite place, I had half-expected her to show up at my door—and here she was. Like I said, I wasn't completely shocked. Since my wife and son were visiting thes in Omaha and I didn't want the neighbors to see a strange young woman at my doorstep at 9pm on a Saturday night, there was only one thing to do. I opened the door. "Yes? Can I help you?" I stared into her eyes, captivated, unsure what to say next. Silence. She said nothing, just stood there. The moment lingered, dragged on thirty seconds, a minute. She stood perfectly still, continued staring right back at me with one hand in her pocket and the other on her hip. Her shoulders were slouched at an angle, questioning. She seemed to be deliberating a response; finally, she spoke. "I'm not sure." Melodic, her soft, clear voice rang in my ears. I couldn't remember having ever spoken to her, yet I knew this voice, the nuance. "I'm looking for someone." "I'm sorry?" I answered, confused. "I was drawn here, to this town, the mall, the market, and, finally, this house—your house. I'm looking for a man about your age, your height, your build." The familiar cadence of her voice grew stronger, more confident as she spoke, gaining momentum. "I think it's you." Pause. "I know it's you." "I don't think—" "No, you don't," she interrupted. Suddenly she was through the door, her brilliant green eyes arresting me in my tracks. * She pulled the door shut behind her with a thud, forced me back until my legs banged up against the couch. I slumped heavily down into the cushions, arms hanging loosely at my sides. She stood directly before me, staring me down. I glanced down, took in her long lean legs, shifted my gaze up over the slim waist, the curved breasts standing out proudly with just the faintest hint of nipple showing. It was hard to be sure; the dark crimson t-shirt hung loosely, not revealing any of the texture beneath. Looking up, the familiarity of her face was inescapable—subtle yet defined jaw, expressive eyebrows, and the creamy white skin. She was mysterious, hauntingly beautiful. My chest tightened; it was becoming difficult to breathe. "You know me, these eyes, these legs, these breasts." As she named each body part she emphasized them: winking, flexing, cupping. "This is impos—" "Impossible?" she roared, furious. "You're talking to me about impossible?" I barely saw the arm swing, had no time to duck— "S-L-A-P!" My face stung, four red marks plainly visible on the left cheek. "Now, which way do you want it?" she asked, still staring down. Obviously, she expected an answer. I didn't know how to respond, unsure what she was asking. She was kind of scary this way, a woman on a mission. "Can't you just leave? There's been some kind of mistake." I tried to reason with her, something, anything, to get her out of my home. "I know what it's going to be," she announced, her little mouth set firmly. She had reached some kind of decision. "I came prepared." Resolute, she nodded, continued: "Stand up, let's see what we're working with." Wanting this to end, figuring I can make something happen, I stood. I took a deep breath, ready to demand that she immediately leave my house, when I noticed the look in her eyes. They were a bit wide, crazed; she was like a cornered dog, trapped with nowhere to run. She reeked of desperation. I didn't want to find out what she might do so I continued to stand, shoulders now slumped a bit. "Shirt first, let's see that chest," she commanded, arms crossed under her heavy breasts. Her mouth was a thin straight line, revealing nothing. Only her eyes spoke to me, still a little wild, unpredictable. Rather than drag it out, I yanked the gray Old Navy t-shirt over my head, dropped it to the floor. She took in the moderate bulk of my chest, somewhat tanned with sparse hair on the slightly rounded belly and around the nipples. She nodded slightly. "A little soft. Well, you go to the gym I'd guess, but you eat too much." Standing before her frank appraisal, I felt like I was in kindergarten again and Ms. Holt was dressing me down because I couldn't remember all my ABC's. "The shorts next, let's get on with it, just take it all off." Her lips turned up at the corner, momentarily amused, as I shoved them down, knees wobbling as they fell to my feet. My legs, a bit hairy, were very white where shorts covered them most of the time. All I was left with was a snug pair of briefs. "Those, too," she nodded, waving the back of her hand my way. I stopped, blinked. I wanted to resist this indignation, refuse the unreasonable demand. I had no desire to stand naked before her, and yet... She had a call on me, something I couldn't quite put a finger on. I owed a debt, it seemed, and she was here to collect. Compelled to obey, the inertia of the moment dragged me along; I reluctantly pushed down the briefs. My limp penis hung like an afterthought. "Aw, this doesn't excite you?" she asked, shaking her head as she stared at the flaccid member dangling between my thighs. Serious again she looked up, piercing me with her eyes. "Maybe this will. Turn around and bend over the couch." Her voice was firm, sure. I flinched as if struck. "No," I mumbled weakly. This was too much, she couldn't be— "No? You said no?" Loud, demanding. Exhaling deeply, I repeated myself: "No." I barely blinked before she was in my face, her breasts mashed up against my chest, her hands closing on my arms. "Turn around," she twisted, "and bend over," she pushed. * I bent over the couch, knees on the cushions, feet dangling. My hands were on the back, supporting the weight of my upper body. I heard soft rustling behind me; she was adjusting something, or maybe taking something out of her fanny pack. I was about to turn around, to see exactly what she was doing, when I felt her hand touch my ass. She rubbed around the anus with some kind of lube— "Drop your butt down, I need it lower." "What, I don't understand..." Her hands were on my shoulders, pulling me down. Something was poking me— "AAHHHHH!" Pressure, right up against my anus. Her fingers closed around my shoulders, tightening their grip. Knuckles white, she pulled me inexorably down. "AAGGHH! No, no, stop—" "Ungh," she grunted, pulling me against her as she thrusts...whatever it is she was thrusting...right up into my ass. "UNGH." "OWW!" 'It's a strap-on,' I realized, as the harness' cold steel buckle and unyielding leather pressed up against the sensitive skin of my ass. "Like that, do you?" she asked, struggling to imbed it all the way inside me. "This is the only thing you never did to me, and I've been thinking about it ever since I saw you at the mall today. I wondered how it would feel, having you beneath me. I wondered how you would like it, having someone else control what happens to your body." She paused, still struggling to buck the strap-on's full length past my resistant sphincter. She repositioned her hands, tightened her grip; pulled down with surprising force while efficiently working her hips back and forth. "Now," she continued, having fucked the full length of it past my anus and up into the darkest of places, "it's time for me to work you over." * She pumped hard, ripping the long, thin invader mercilessly up and in, up and in. My ass was on fire. I had never had anything larger than a finger in there before. It was...uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, like an immense turd that is lodged and refuses to move out, only keeps sliding back and forth. Beads of sweat poured down my face. I closed my eyes, trying to relax, to ease the relentless pressure of my anus struggling unsuccessfully to repel the trespasser. "Is this what you wanted?" she whispered hoarsely, leaning towards me. I felt her bare breasts against my back. She was naked—when had that happened? Suddenly I was acutely aware of her presence; warm, soft, the proximity of her, so close to me. My brain was overloaded with sensation—her arms resting against me as she maintained her hold on my shoulders, the feel of her nipples brushing softly against my back in time with her thrusts, her hot breath as it washed over my neck, her scent filling my nostrils, the ever-present pegging of my ass... I squirmed, unable to process so many simultaneous inputs, felt my mind attempting to distance itself from the reality of what was happening. I couldn't escape the irrational thought that, somehow, this was right, I deserved it, she was just getting me back for— "You made me this way, you did it," she continued, gliding her hands over my shoulders, down the back, around my sides. "Why did you do all those horrible things to me?" she asked, almost too softly to hear. Her voice pleaded with me: "Why?" She reached a hand around and down, found and seized my now-erect cock. She gripped it firmly. "Is this why? Did it excite you?" "I...please...I didn't...I didn't know..." She had stopped moving, the phallus completely buried deep within my colon. "Didn't know it was real?" she said, answering my unasked question. "I'm sorry, please, I..." my voice trailed off. I had nothing else to say. * I woke up alone this morning, the sheets ruffled. My ass is so sore; it feels loose, violated. I stretch, roll out of bed and walk to the front door, grabbing my robe along the way. Wrapping myself I step out onto the porch, inhaling the smell of grass, and heat, and summer. 'Where is she?' I wonder, looking up and down the street. 'What is she doing?' I sigh. "Will I ever see you again?" I ask, a bare whisper. Next time, I'll make it up to you, Ella, I promise... The Visitor You just got out of the shower and put on your bra and panties. You look in the mirror thinking of last night, the phone call and how you came like a slut for your Master. You slowly caress your breast and take a deep breath remembering how he said he would suck and kiss them and then fuck them, cumming all over you. One hand slides down your bare body to the hem of your panties and your delicate fingers slide inside. You feel the soft hair of your pussy and then let your finger guide over your clit. You shutter, wishing he was inside you, fucking you. Driving his cock into his slave, his cunt. Suddenly you hear your husband calling you from the front of the house, "Baby, I'm leaving. The kids are off to school. See you tonight. And I'm sorry I had to work so late last night. I'll make it up to you. Bye." "Bye." You shout back to him from the open bedroom door. You smile, thinking you weren't sorry he was late. You go over to the night stand and open it and reach back inside and pull out the vibe you used last night. He was so rotten, making you use it on yourself and then ordering you to lick it clean. You put it between your breasts and turn it on. The hummmming causes you to close your eyes, to take you back to the first time he took you, raped you, used you. How afraid and yet excited you were. If he only knew the slut in you wanted it, needed it, begged for it. How he pushed you to the floor of his office, forced your skirt up. You bring the vibe up to your lips and kiss it. Just as you kissed his hard stiff cock that day. Maybe you really planned it. After all you were wearing thong panties that made it very easy for him to push them aside for that meat monster of his. The vibe moves down over your lace covered tits and down your stomach. Maybe you have a little time to fuck yourself with it. The door bell rings and brings you out of your lustful dreams. "Fuck, who can that be?" Quickly you put on your short robe and tie it and go to the front door. Again the bell rings, more demanding it seems, over and over again. Making you angry. You look thought the peep hole and let out a little cry. "HIM!" You mind seems to be shouting 'Go away, no not here.' but you slowly open the door. "Are you alone?" he asks, the man who raped you, owns you, loves you. Standing there in white shirt and tie and dark pants, as if ready for work. "I said are you alone?" "Ah, yes. Yes, but you can't be here. Please go away." "Let me in slut. You know you need me as much as I need you. I came hard last night hearing you moan and telling me how you would suck my cock. Now I need you. I watched him leave. You are alone, and I need you. I need your cunt. Now let me in before your neighbors see or do you want them to know what a slut you are?" You open the door all the way and he pushes you aside and grabs your by the wrist, tight squeezing it. "Where is your bedroom?" "Down the hall. Please. We can't. You can't." He pulls you down the hall, half dragging you to your bed room. His eyes get big when he sees the vibe on your bed where you tossed it to answer the door. Grabbing your shoulders he turns you to face the bed. "Sooooo, my lovely cunt, you were thinking about us too. Did you use it yet? Was it in your hot pussy?" "No. I mean....... No." Reaching around you, he unties the robe and then hands on your shoulders pushes it down and lets it fall to your feet. His mouth goes to your bare shoulder. Kissing it as a hand cups one of your full boobs. You lean back into him, knowing you can't fight him, that your body is his for the taking. You try one last protest, "Master, we can't. We both have to be at work. What will they say?" "They will keep their mouths shut. You will call in sick and I will say I have a breakfast meeting to go to. Damn, I love these beautiful tits of yours. I wish we had time so I could fuck them and cum all over them. You know how I love that. The feel of your flesh around my hard cock." He brings the other hand up and now squeezes both mounds. You can feel your nipples getting stiff. He moves back and you stand there, listening as he undresses, afraid to move. Knowing he takes pleasure in stripping you. You wait for his naked body, his stiff prick to touch you. When it does, when it rests against your ass you again lean back. His property. His body to use and fuck. He unsnaps the front closure of your bra and then cups your naked tits. Playing with your nipples, pulling, pinching, rubbing them. Kissing your neck and then your ear. "I'm going to fuck that hot pussy of yours. I want to feel it tight around my cock draining my balls of cum till my seed drips down your legs." He turns you and presses on your shoulders so you sit on the bed. His cock stands straight out, the head large and red. Grabbing the back of your head, his hands pulling your hair he pulls your face to it. You open your moist lips, red lipstick still slightly damp as he pushes his cock into your mouth. He is beyond the mood for soft foreplay, the loving touches and kisses. He is in need of you, your mouth and pussy. To drive his hard cock into you and reward you with his cum. You bring your hands around him, digging your fingernails into his naked ass and let him fuck your face. You leave your lipstick smudged up and down his shaft, feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Slightly gagging you, but you know not to complain. Not when he is in this mood. Once you did and he spanked you so hard you had trouble sitting for two days. You look up at him, his eyes closed, his face twisted in lust and desire as he fucks your mouth. He knows you don't like it when he cums in your mouth, but you let him when he needs to because he is your Master and your boss and lover. Suddenly without warning he pushes you back, away from his wet cock and on to the bed. Dropping to his knees he pushes his face into your silk french cut black panties, kissing your wetness that has soaked them. Your hands grab the sheets, the bed still unmade and your fingers dig into them as he pushes the soft material away from your slit and replaces it with his tongue. Licking you, kissing you, fucking you with that sweet mouth of his. Sucking on your clit, you raise your ass from the bed and cry out, "Ohhh, yess, eat me. Yesssss." You feel fingers invade your moist folds and along with his lips and tongue push you closer and closer to your first cum. Your hands go to his head, his hair soft and your push him tighter to you, wanting him to take you, to eat you, to fuck you with his mouth. Your head begins to move from side to side as the fire in you reaches the point of desire that only he brings to you. You cry out as you cum, soaking his face and the sheets, "Ahhhh. Yes...Oh God. Fuck.......Yes." He rides the waves of your organism lapping you like a puppy. You relax, breathing hard, exhausted by his attack on you. But you know he is not finished. His needs are yet unfulfilled and soon he will be fucking you like the whore slut you are. You feel him slowly move up your body, kissing and licking his way till his mouth slides over one of your mounds and he sucks on your breast like a baby. You gently hold him as he kisses and licks and sucks first one and then the other. Putting his teeth around each nipples and pulling to it pops from his lips. He licks the cleavage between your soft breast and then makes wet circles all around the right one till the circle gets smaller and smaller and again he is pulling on your stiff nipple. He moves up, kissing every inch his lips can touch, your chest, throat, neck, arms and then your face and then lips. His tongue invades your mouth as it did your pussy. You push your tongue into his mouth holding him tight pressing your body to his, feeling his hard stiff cock against you. Knowing soon it will be in you. Moving to his side he pulls you around so you are now laying full length on the bed and his eyes explore you and his hand rests on your moist pussy sliding a finger up and down your swollen lips. "Damn all I could think of after last night is getting here and fucking you. I'm going to enjoy this. Remember the first time? Well this is going to be rough and hard like it. I need you. I need your cunt bad. You are my slave, my cunt slut baby." He raises up and rolls his body onto yours, and you feel his weight and the tip of his cock as he guides it to your hole. With just the tip touching you you push up trying to get it into you. He laughs, "Yes you are hot for a fuck aren't you? Tell me. Tell me what you are and what you want." Looking up into his face, all pride gone, no thought of your husband or anything else you tell him what you are, "I'm your fuck slave, your bitch. My body is yours Master, to fuck and use. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me, to use me, to hurt me, to take and rape me and love me. Fuck ME!!" He shoves his stiff thick cock into you all the way, hard and fast. You let out a scream but the pain and then the full pleasure of his body and yours becoming one is all you can want. He drives it hard in and out of you, fucking you like a whore, driving his long hard cock deep into you. You feel his balls slapping against you your fingernails leave marks on his back as his bites your shoulder. You are making love like wild animals with only the need to satisfy the wildest instincts. He drives it into you, the bed seems to bounce, your cries as your let out your breath each time he reaches deep into you and his grunts and moans fill the room. The sheets are getting soaked with your juices, his lips on your neck, sucking, leaving his mark. You meet each thrust with your own, wanting him to fill you with his seed. You cum and then cum again as he rides you twisting body. Meeting his needs with yours. Then you feel him push deep and stay, knowing he is about to explode, to fill you with his cum. You hold him tight your lips near his ear, "Yesss. oh fuck, cum baby, cum Master, Please CUM IN ME." The throbbing inside you seems to engulf you very soul as he explodes. Holding each other tight, not wanting this to end. You seem to black out for a few seconds and when you open your eyes he is still laying on top of you, his cock still in your wet dripping pussy. He raises up and looks into your eyes, "Ohhh, wow baby. I needed that bad. I could fuck you all day." He leans down and kisses you, his tongue again invades your lips. You return the kiss with passion holding his body tight. Your legs now wrapped around him, gently moving your body to rock and feel the cock of your lover your Master in you. Slowly, as if it is a sin, a crime, he slowly pulls out of your pussy. Laying now beside you his hand on your leg, "Ohh, fuck that will teach you to tease me over the phone like that. The phone fuck was good, but this is great." He laughs and so do you. "I wish we could stay in bed all day." "Me too, but we can't. You better call into work. Roll over so I can play with your hot ass as you call in." You roll over onto your side and feel his hands caressing you as you dial work and tell them you are not feeling good and to tell the boss. They say the boss isn't in yet, but had called and said he was meeting someone for breakfast. You smile as you know what he eat for breakfast. His hand are now between your legs and sliding along your slit. You push back causing them to enter your dripping pussy. You let him finger you for a while enjoying his touch and wishing you could get him to spend the whole day with you. He pulls his fingers out and you hear him sucking them and then he rolls off the bed. You lay on your back looking up at him, your hands cup your tits in an offering. He smiles and says, "Nothing I would love better then sucking on them right now, but I better get going. Remember we will be making that business trip next week. You did buy the outfits I asked you to didn't you?" Blushing, even after what you just did, you say, "Yes. I did. They are so naughty and I will love wearing them for you. I will be your pussy girl the whole time. I can't wait." He dresses as you lay there, one hand touching your slit, fingering yourself for his enjoyment and yours. He goes to the bathroom and finishes getting ready. On his return you have the vibe buried inside you. With your eyes on his, your hand moving it in and out, "I will be fucking myself all day, thinking of your cock Master." He leans down and kisses your lips. "My sweet pussy girl. You have my permission to do that. Call me at lunch and get me off." With that he turns and leaves, the only sound in the room is the vibe as it fills the void he left.