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The Wimp

By: Grey Eagle 286



I'm Bob Clark and I have a beautiful wife, Jean. We met ten years ago when I was in the Air Force. She was an absolutly gorgeous girl then and she still is a stunningly beautiful woman. She is 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighs 110 lbs., with long brown hair and the figure of a twenty year old.

I am in pretty good shape myself. I keep myself lean and trim. I am 5 feet 9 inches tall and weigh 139 pounds. We make a damned good looking couple. We have one child and are ready to start trying for another. I have a very good job as a systems analyst for an investment research company. Most of my reports on the future prospects of various companies are very accurate. Millions of dollars are traded on my recommendations. Jean doesn't work because my salary is well into six figures. I take all my bonuses in company stock. The way we are growing that should double my income.

Jean and I have always had a good sex life. She is an eager and ardent lover. She was a virgin when we married. I was too. We taught each other what we liked, and we are happy that way. We are willing to try any sort of sex that doesn't put a strain on our wedding vows.

We have watched Porn and enjoy it. We also enjoy the stories and sites on the web.

We often discuss what we see or read. We agree that all of what we see and read is not real and is exaggerated to make a good story or film.

We talk about our fantasies and point out situation that would hurt our marriage if they were to happen to us.

We have each backed out of situations we felt could hurt our spouse or ruin our marriage. We both are comfortable and are convinced that we would love to grow old together.

We were invited to go to an "Adult Evening' at a home in the nearby estate area. We decided we would go and were assured we would never be forced to do anything we were not comfortable with. We agreed that we would not under any circumstances be separated from each other.

We both were eagerly awaiting the night of the party. It fell on a Saturday night and we go more and more nervous as the day wore on. Jean told me she was going to start getting ready and I said I would run up to the nearest fast food place and get a coupler of burgers and fries. She said it was good idea. She greeted me in a robe when I returned. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she looked very young and sexy. I tried to kiss her and she giggled and said to save it for later.

When we were done she went to finish dressing. I went into the 2nd bathroom and took a shower. I got my stuff and dressed in the spare room. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked pretty good. I went down the hall as Jean stepped out of our room. Wow! She was really lovely. She looked about 18 or 19 years old.

She was wearing a dress I had never seen before. She had on very high heels. She smiled and turned so I could see the whole dress. I couldn't see what was holding it on. It was cut deep in front and in the back. The hemline was about four inches above her knees. She smiled and said, "Like it?"

"Boy do I, let me get my baseball bat to keep the guys off of you. That is a damned hot outfit. No bra?"

"How?"

"Panties?"

"Thong."

"Hot, hot, hot, girl."

She smiled and said, "Thank you dear."

We found the address. It was a huge house. It was three stories high, probably had a basement too. There were about twenty cars out front. 

We went in to the party and it was just getting started. We were met just inside the door and the host shook my hand and kissed Jean. He asked me if we were new and wanted to join their club, I turned back to ask Jean what she thought and she was gone. Mark, the host, laughed, "Bart probably grabbed her. He likes to make it with all the new girls right away."

I walked around trying to find her. Finally I saw her dancing with a huge man.

I went over and tapped him on the shoulder. "May I cut in please." He swung his elbow into my chest and knocked me on my ass. I looked up at him and he glared at me, "Get lost pipsqueak." He had to be 6 foot 10 or 11 and weighed about 340 pounds or more. I struggled to my feet and started back toward him. He drew his fist back, Jean grabbed his arm, "Don't hurt him, he is my husband." 

He looked me up and down; he threw his head back and laughed. "This little wimp is with you?" He stuck his hand out and said, "I'm sorry little guy, I didn't mean to hurt you." He got my hand and put me on my knees with the pain of his grip. "Oops! Sorry about that." He took Jean by the arm and walked away with her. I got up and followed them to a table. He seated her. He looked at my wife and asked her what she would like to drink.

She looked at me and said she wanted a Screwdriver. He said he wanted a Dewar's on the rocks. I looked at him for a moment and walked to the bar and got the drinks. When I got back he had moved her so that the only place I could set was across the table from them. In about five minutes they wanted more drinks. I got them again. He was whispering things in her ear. I couldn't hear what they were saying. They wanted more drinks. She was laughing at everything he said. Every now and then she would look at me and laugh. It looked as if he had his hand in her lap. He stood up and said, "Come on girl, let's dance." He looked at me and said, "Why don't you find yourself a broad?" They walked away. I sat and watched them dance. She soon had her arms around his neck and his hands were holding her ass. After a while they came back to the table. He looked at me, "You still here? You are getting on my nerves. Why don't you beat it?"

"I promised my wife I would not leave her alone with anyone. Jean are you ready to go home now?"

"No! Bobby, I'm just starting to have fun, we came here to have sex and I haven't had any yet. Bart says he wants to fuck me silly. I want his big cock." Bart got up and took her hand. He looked at me. "Come on if you want to watch your wife get fucked by a real man."

Jean laughed, "Come on, you might learn something." I followed them while they searched until they found an empty bedroom. Brad shut the door. Jean jumped on the bed. "I want both of you naked." She stood up and wriggled out of her dress. She was not wearing a bra and her beautiful breasts jutted straight out. She peeled down her tiny panties and giggled at us. She said, "I know what to do, Bob was a wrestler in High School, and Bart says he is a wrestler too, so you can wrestle to see who gets me for the night."

I stared at her while Bart laughed. Jean looked at me and smiled, "You can watch if you loose." 

I looked at her, "You want me to wrestle him? What chance will I have, he is twice my size."

Bart laughed and pulled his pants down. His cock was the biggest I had ever seen. He grinned at me. I turned to Jean, "We said if either of us was uncomfortable with anything we would both go home. I want to go home."

"Well I want that big cock so just go home alone. I will fuck him unless you beat him wrestling, he! he! he! But Bart, please don't hurt him too badly, he is my husband." 

Bart laughed, "All right girl, but if he looses he has to suck my cock to get me ready for you. Then when we are through he can clean my cum out of your pussy with his tongue. OK?" I heard Jean giggle again. 

"I would really like to see you force him to do that."

He crouched a bit, his arms extended. He grabbed at me and I stepped aside. He tried again. I moved the same way. I knew he was sitting me up. He lunged again. He hit my shoulder and knocked me down. He dove for me and I rolled away just in time. As he got up I stepped in and got in a real hard finger flick across both his eyes. His hands flew to cover his eyes and I kicked as hard as I could up between his legs. It felt like I had kicked a bunch of grapes.

He dropped like a rock. I kicked him in the nose and saw blood spray all over. He shook his head and put his hands out to push himself up. I stamped my heel on his knuckles and hear a cracking noise. He bent over and clutched his hand to his chest. I grabbed his head and yanked it towards me as I brought my knee up to hit his ear. He dropped to the floor and I smashed my elbow across his mouth. More blood gushed out. Teeth too! 

His legs flopped apart and I got another real good shot into his balls. He quivered and lay still on his back. I turned and ran to the other side of the bed. I ran and jumped on the bed and bounced high in the air and came down with both knees on his ribs. I heard some of them crack too. He lay flat on his back. I stomped on the other hand out of pure meanness.

I looked at Jean. She smiled, "I tried to tell him you weren't a wimp. He wouldn't listen. He is bigger than the last guy, so I was a little scared for you, I almost said I would go home with you, but you didn't give me the sign."

"Well, girl, I guess you have to get fucked by your little wimp husband again."

"You really got angry didn't you. I was afraid you would leave without me."

"Never happen Girl. I promised."

The Wimp



The bride tipped a jewel case back and forth. Rainbows of color flowed across the DVD as the ballroom's lights struck it. A brown uniformed messenger appeared out of the crowd, handed her the case then vanished just as quickly. The only explanation was a Post-it Note on the back from her best friend.

Vic,

Sorry I can't make the wedding. I have a life altering event of my own to tend to. Hope this video brings back some memories.

Marci

This wasn't like Marci. They'd been best friends since college. There hadn't been any phone calls for weeks. No "Your BFF" on the note. Vickie hoped that Marci's absence wasn't because she asked someone else to be maid-of- honor. She would have asked her, but Rory insisted that the honor go to his sister this time. Besides, Marci had been maid-of-honor at Vickie's first wedding. It wasn't her fault that David turned out to be such a loser.

Vickie pouted for a moment. The whole maid-of-honor thing did bother her a little. For a bride, she had precious little say in her own wedding. Her daddy and fiancé did most of the arrangements. For a girl used to getting her own way, it had been a real downer. 

She would have shrugged, but wasn't sure her girls would stay put in the ridiculous gown her father insisted she wear. It was backless, sleeveless and strapless. If Vickie hadn't taped herself into it, it would have been topless. Daddy paid some famous designer a small fortune so he would have bragging rights to the best dressed bride in their circle. 

Below the waist, there was enough fabric to pitch a circus tent. The damn wedding dress was so full, it felt like she was wading in molasses. Unlike molasses, it was pure white. Vickie chuckled at that thought. Given what she and Rory got up to even before she was divorced, it should probably be scarlet. The gown was a pain in the ass, but it did tickle her down to her toes that every male eye in the room, including the hoard of horny old goats her father invited, was ogling her impressive dowry. With a resigned sigh, Vickie hauled herself to her feet and scanned the ballroom for her brand new husband.

"Crap." she muttered under her breath. He was on the far side, surrounded by half a dozen of his old friends, including that slut Angelique Smithe-Berenson. Vickie had known them since grade school but never felt part of the in-crowd. The girls had all been jealous of her looks and envious of her Daddy's money. The boys just wanted to get in her pants. They were bitches and pricks in prep school, bitches and pricks in college and based on the smug smirks she was always getting they were still bitches and pricks. It's like they had some kind of inside joke they never let her in on.

She and Angie had been competing for male attention in general and Rory in particular, since sixth grade. Watching Angie fawn and flirt with him got her hackles up especially since her hubby seemed to be lapping it up. Vickie didn't feel guilty about cuckolding her wimp husband. He didn't fight for her so he deserved it. But she'd be damned before she let some bitch do it to her. If Rory wanted any pussy tonight, he better start thinking about which side his bread was buttered on. 

Their fathers started a brokerage firm together right out of college. Like a couple of medieval lords, they expected to keep their alliance together by marrying their kids off to each other. Rory was on board and went to work for them after getting his finance degree. Vickie had upset the apple cart. First, she decided to major in art history. Then she fell in love with and married a damn social worker. It was partly adolescent rebellion, partly Rory chasing every skirt in town and partly the fact that Daddy always gave her what she wanted - and she wanted David. Thinking back, she wasn't really sure why.

Vickie plowed into the crowd like an ice breaker in the frozen North. The crowd shattered as she went and clumps of people floated away in her wake. Scanning the crowd, she was disappointed that there wasn't one friendly face. Most of the guests were business associates of her Daddy or Rory's father. There were neighbors from their exclusive, gated community, most of whom only interacted with each other at weddings, funerals and charity balls. She didn't see one friend from college or that she'd made the three years she was married to the wimp. 

Vickie sailed up to her new husband and wedged herself between him and Angelique. It was irritating to see him preen over two women vying for his attention. He should have been done with that when he said "I do." Rory could be an arrogant ass. Still, as her Daddy said, "Unlike the wimp, at least he has prospects."

"Sweetheart, would you mind if I showed this video?"

"What video?" 

Vickie waved the DVD at him.

"Marci Marten sent it."

"Who?"

Vickie felt put out. Rory never seemed to remember her friends or coworkers."

"Marci, my college roomy."

"Oh, the eco-freak who always wore sweatshirts and baggy jeans? The one who hooked you up with the gimpy loser?"

"Come on, Rory. She's my BFF and a really sweet girl.. She couldn't be here and I think she wants to congratulate us."

"OK, whatever Vic. Just don't get your panties in a bunch if no one stops partying to watch."

Vickie sighed as Rory turned away to continue schmoozing with his friends. Gathering up her dress, she began to work her way back through the crowd to the A/V booth. You'd think that something costing north of $25,000 wouldn't feel like she was wearing a lead overcoat. Her Daddy was bragging about how it cost more than Kim Kardashian's. It wouldn't have been so bad if he was bragging to her, but it was mostly his business buddies that he puffed up for.

Deliberately obscured, she never would have known where it was if she hadn't been there during the setup. The only evidence of its existence was an unmarked door in a small alcove and a tinted, second story window overlooking the ballroom. Inside, it was like mission control. 

The ballroom was only part of a larger space that could handle anything from a charity ball to a national convention. There was not only state of the art audio and video equipment, but network servers, communication gear and who knows what else. After 911, the convention center had been designated a staging area and the booth had been hardened into a command and control center. Being inconspicuous was an asset.

Vickie pressed a button beside the door. A few minutes later, Tim Simmons stuck his head out. A pair of headphones was draped around his neck with the cord dangling down to his knees. They'd known each other since high school, but never moved in the same circles. He was a nerd then and hadn't changed much. The acne had cleared up, but he was still overweight with a shock of wheat colored hair that always looked like he'd just stepped out of a wind tunnel.

"Hey, Vickie. Whadda ya need?"

"Hi Tim. Could you put this up on the big screens? It's from Marci Marten." Tim got a huge grin on his face that didn't register until later.

"Ya want me to do it now?" 

"Please, before the band finishes setting up."

"Will do. I've got to run an errand in a minute, but I'll get it going before I leave."

He may have been a nerd, but he was the best A/V technician in the city. You wouldn't know to look at him, but he was also a shrewd business man. He made his living running one of the best media studios in the country. They did everything from recording Grammy winning CDs to editing raw footage for the local TV stations. Maybe it was growing up around Vickie's crowd that kept him from being star struck. Celebrities loved him because he treated them all like regular folks. That and he knew who his real friends were.

Watching Vickie through the tinted observation window, Tim smirked as she struggled with her over-the-top gown. With a shrug and a shake of his shaggy head, he popped the DVD out of its case and placed it in the player tray. He checked to make sure the DVD deck was set to continuously repeat and hit the play button. His smile grew as he exited the control room and made sure the door was locked behind him. Turning to go, he could see the giant screens placed all around the ballroom flicker to life. 

Tim headed for a rear exit. It'd be fun to stay and watch the uproar, but he needed to be gone before the feces hit the impeller. He'd told the other A/V people they wouldn't be needed. He would personally run the booth as a favor to an old friend. He didn't say which old friend. Without him, they had no way to get into the control room short of a shaped demolition charge. By the time they got someone from management or the fire department to bring a key, the show would be over. As the exit door closed slowly behind him, he could just make out Marci's silky voice begin to speak.

"Hi, I bring greetings to all those gathered for Victoria's wedding from all of her old friends."

The camera panned from the tight close up of Marci's face to a crowd in the background. There must have been over a hundred people gathered in a park. 

"Say hello everyone." Marci's voice came from off-camera.

The crowd roared out an enthusiastic, but unintelligible greeting with their hands waving in the air. It took a moment for those watching to realize that everyone in the video had their middle finger extended. There were some titters and a cat call or two, but for the most part Rory was right. Few were paying attention. 

Vickie was stunned. She would have expected a crude joke like that from Rory's friends, but not from hers. Glancing over at his claque, she noticed most were frowning. With a wry smile, she realized they could dish it out but couldn't take it.

"We just couldn't let this very special occasion go by without special wishes to the happy couple, their families and friends. First up is Bill Nickles, an old college chum."

The camera cut away to a man in a tux standing in what appeared to be a rather upscale restaurant.

"Hey, Vickie. You might not remember me even though we were in some college classes together. I used to wait on you and David back when you came into Sorrento's on a date. Since I was working two jobs to get through school, I didn't get to hang out much. Anyway, you didn't seem to recognize me the couple of times Rory brought you into Le Figuroa while you were cheating on Dave. I'm the manager and co-owner."

Vickie flinched at the cheap shot. Excerpt for a snicker from across the room, no one else seemed to have noticed. She spotted Angie eying her while pretending to cover a smirk with one hand. Vickie tried to give her the evil eye, but all it accomplished was to send Angie into a huddle with the other bitches.

"Your fathers know me rather well as they dine here often and bring many of their business associates. They expect a lot of personal service and I do my best to oblige." Her barely remembered acquaintance continued.

"Unfortunately, it was brought to my attention recently that someone filmed them here along with your then fiancé. I am devastated that such a scurrilous activity should have taken place in my establishment. As an old friend, I thought you should see this before it gets out. You might want to view it in private."

Before Vickie could process what was just said, the grinning Maître d' faded out and was replaced by the same room, but obviously on a busy day. Someone must have been using a smart phone or tablet to record Rory, his father and her Daddy sitting down to dinner. They appeared to be celebrating as her father slapped Rory on the back. 

"So my boy, I understand you've made some real progress on our little project."

Given the conditions, the audio was remarkably clear as if it had been processed by an expert. Across the room, a commotion broke out in Rory's posse and another at the head table where the parents were sitting. The three men shown on the big screen were now on their feet looking frantically around the ballroom. Her Daddy waved angrily at one of the facility staff. After a brief conference, the fellow headed full steam for the A/V booth. 

The reason for the strange behavior immediately became clear.

"Yes sir. Campaign dump the wimp has finally paid off. With a little help from my friends, I've convinced your little princess that she really did marry a loser. She rags about him now as much as you, me and our friends put together. As far as I can tell, he doesn't know what hit him just that his perfect little world is crumbling."

Rory had a shit eating grin while he postured in front of the two older men.

"Well done, son. I hope it's not too early to begin calling you that? I understand you sealed the deal."

"Oh yeah." It didn't seem possible that he could look any smugger but he did.

"All the heart to heart talk bullshit, the romantic dinners, the expensive gifts and the fancy charity dances the wimp couldn't afford to attend even if he got an invitation paid off. Getting the gimpy wimp out of the way by dangling that juicy contract in front of his boss was sheer genius. Vick was so pissed off he had to go out of town when he promised to go to the reunion with her that it only took a few drinks and some sweet talk to get her to spread 'em. 

Once I got into her pants, she lost all respect for the creep. The more I bang her, the wilder she gets. The wilder she gets, the more her contempt grows. She's got the makings of a real slut. By the time I'm done with her, she'll do whatever, whenever with whomever I say."

Vickie was on the verge of fainting. It was bad enough to publically discover she was seduced away from her husband by a narcissistic asshole. To learn that her beloved Daddy not only wasn't defending her but conspired with the bastard to do it was devastating. 

"I knew you had it in you. Victoria's like her mother, she needs a strong hand to keep her in line. She's no dummy either. You need to stay on your toes if you plan to keep fucking that Smithe-Berenson whore. Not that I'd hold it against you if you did. She gives a world class blow job." 

Rory's father was nodding with his own smug grin.

"Son, if you want a steady stream of pussy, do what Rod and I do. Get something to hold over her head like a video of her in a gang bang. Tell her you'll post it on the Internet if she doesn't do what you say. Right partner?"

There was a loud smack as the two men in the video high fived each other. It was echoed in the ballroom by a louder smack as Vickie's mother delivered an epic slap to her husband followed by a knee to the groin. Her father was a little quicker on the uptake and was now being chased around the room by his enraged wife waving a steak knife. 

Meanwhile, a screaming Banshee had been let loose next to Rory. There was some satisfaction in seeing Angie atop a cowering Rory clawing and kicking like a berserker. The guests were getting whiplash trying to take it all in.

The video faded back to Marci's beaming face.

"We won't bother you with the rest of the recording. It was just some boring business talk. Since we weren't sure about the legality of the recording, we turned it over to the State's Attorney. Last I heard, it was being passed around among a bunch of federal agencies."

Suddenly, a volley of cursing erupted not only from the three beleaguered men but a number of their business associates scattered around the room. A crowd was growing around the door to the control room with a lot of shouting and arm waving. Someone came up with a fire ax and began beating on the door to no effect.

"By the way, Vick." Marci's avatar continued to speak. "I have a bone to pick with you. I love ya like a sister, but sometimes you can be such a dumb bitch." 

Marci's lips were pinched together as she shook her head sadly.

"David told me about how that gang of juvenile delinquents you hang with kept trying to pick fights and question his manhood, how they made fun of his limp and his occupation. I can't believe the contempt you showed him for walking away. Why didn't you defend your husband or at least admire his self-control? It should have been obvious that Rory was trying to bait him into a fight and then have his friends tell the cops that Dave started it. Instead, you bought the lie that he was a wimp and a coward."

Marci stared out of the screen for a moment. It felt like she was looking straight into Vickie's soul.

"When all those strange misfortunes began to occur, did you back your husband? Night after night, I listened to all the whining you did. You'd complain and tell me what a loser Dave was. Then, when I tried to defend him, you dismissed me. I guess that's when you turned to Rory for 'support'."

Marci made air quotes.

"Dave never told you how he got that limp, did he? He hated the notoriety and made those of us who knew him at the time promise never to mention it. Given the way you and that bunch of real losers trashed him, we all decided to ignore Dave's wishes for once. Here's your wimpy, loser ex-husband in action."

A smirking Marci faded out to be replaced by what most likely was security camera footage of the inside of a mall. A time stamp in the corner showed a date nearly six years earlier. Suddenly the ballroom was filled with the sounds of gunfire. Everyone froze and stared at the scene unfolding on the big screens.

"Viewers, the Eye Witness News team has obtained video of the Greenfields Mall shooting that occurred last weekend. Two heavily armed men wearing body armor rampaged through the common area and some of the stores killing six and wounding forty two."

The video paused on two men dressed in black from head to toe and carrying AR-15 rifles. The voiceover from a well-known news anchor continued. 

"Later identified as Bobby Joe Wilks and Herold Crumbaugh, they are members of a Christian militia group that purports to be on a mission to save America from gays and Muslims. Ironically, all of the fatalities among the mall shooting victims were straight Christians."

The action resumed as they proceeded down either side of the commons area firing at everyone in sight.

"In the midst of this horrific event, a hero emerged. Eye Witness News obtained exclusive footage of the encounter that ended the shooting spree. Sixteen year old Jamal Wilson shot this with his Ipad."

The ballroom was dead silent as the video cut away to a view of the first floor atrium shot by someone on the upper level. A woman and child crouched behind a planter as the two men approached from either side. 

"Are you crazy?" 

A stage whisper came from off-camera. The camera jittered as Wilson turned to catch a figure approaching in a crouch.

"Get the hell out of here before they see you."

Vickie gasped as the figure's face became clear. It was David. There were more gunshots. David edged to the railing and peeked over.

"Shit!"

He had seen the woman and child, seconds away from being discovered. He waved Wilson back.

"Stay down."

Then he stood up.

"Hey, you crazy bastards, what the hell's the matter with you?"

David ducked behind a pillar as a hail of bullets spattered around the surrounding area. There was a ping as one ricocheted off of the railing. Bits and pieces of concrete sprayed from where slugs hit the walls. There was a cut to a security camera showing one shooter waving the other toward escalators they'd passed, then he continued shooting at the upper level. When the shooter stopped to reload, the scene cut back to the tablet footage.

"C'mon."

The video waved wildly as David grabbed the youth and dragged him to a doorway marked employees only. They entered a corridor and sprinted about half way down to a stairwell. The tablet footage was jouncing all over the place as Wilson followed David down to the first level, exiting into a corridor identical to the one above. David turned back toward the common area and apparently, Wilson tried to follow. David faced him, shook his head and pointed to an exit sign at the other end of the corridor.




The Wimp



"You've got to get out of here and call 911. If you get through, tell them what's going on now. OK?"

David must have gotten a nod because he sprinted back down the corridor and slipped through the door. A security camera showed him running low and squatting behind a kiosk as he entered the atrium area. The shooter was still taking random shots at the upper level. The instant he stopped to reload, David sprang from cover. 

Running up behind the thug, David brought his left hand around the man's neck, grabbing his collar beside his right ear. David's right arm slipped under the man's right arm, pushing it up until he could bring his forearm behind the man's head and press his wrist into the left side of his neck. Yanking him back on his heels put the man's neck in a vice-like grip. The thug thrashed like a fish out of water and for much the same reason. No blood, and therefore no oxygen, was getting to his brain. When David attacked, the shooter had dropped his rifle. With his arm trapped, he couldn't reach the pistol strapped to his thigh. 

It took 6 or 7 seconds but the man finally went limp. David dropped him and dashed to where the woman and child were hiding. She was crouched protectively over the little girl and flinched when he touched her shoulder. They had a brief conversation with David pointing to the service corridor from which he had exited. She nodded, grabbed up the child and sprinted off with David following closely shielding the pair. 

By this time, the other shooter had reached the second floor and was looking over the railing at the fleeing trio. David, glanced back as he ran, spotted the shooter raising his rifle and reversed course. As David ran back across the atrium, he flipped the bird and appeared to be yelling at the thug who turned to fire at him. Zig-zagging as best he could, David almost made it to safety when a bullet struck his hip sending him sprawling on the floor.

Vickie watched horrified. Even though she knew he survived, part of her expected the fatal shot to occur at any second. The sniper was taking aim when his attention was drawn to two groups of black clad men just coming into the security camera's view. One group was approaching on the ground floor and another on the second. There was shouting back and forth. When the gunman raised his rifle at the approaching men, he was blasted back by a hail of gunfire. On the lower level, the second team was surrounding the thug David took down just as he started to come to.

The video faded back to the news anchor.

"We are pleased to report that the young man who disrupted the rampage is in serious but stable condition and is expected to make a full recovery. He requested anonymity and has refused interviews but we have learned he is a graduate student in social work at Aurora University and a second degree black belt in Judo. Joining us now is our news director, Michael Maxey, who studied the art while in the Air Force, Mike."

"Thanks, Tom. The young man used a strangle hold called kataha jime or single wing choke. It was a good choice for this situation. A kicking, punching or grappling attack would have been much riskier and less certain of success given his opponent was heavily armed, wearing body armor and possibly high or in a berserker rage. As you could see, it was well executed, putting the gunman out within six seconds while keeping control of his upper body. Would you like for me to demonstrate?"

The news anchor laughed nervously. His boss looked just a tad too eager.

"I think I'll pass, Mike. In other news..." 

The news video faded and Marci reappeared.

"What do you think of your wimp husband now? Oops, I mean ex-husband. Too bad you never pressed David about how he got hurt. It might have made it a little harder to write him off as a loser. Oh, and Rory, since you convinced my idiot BFF that David was a coward because you couldn't provoke him into a fight, you should watch this."

Fade to another clip, this one in a large gymnasium. There were three large mat areas. Only the one in the middle was in use. A referee in a dark sports coat and slacks stood in the middle. At opposite corners sat two more officials. 

"This was from David's junior year at San Jose State University when he competed in the national collegiate Judo championships. It was his next to last match in the Over 100 kg Division."

David and another man approached the mat area from opposite sides. They both wore heavy, canvas like jackets and matching loose fitting pants. David's was blue. His opponent's was white. He looked to be a good four inches taller and thirty or forty pounds heavier than David. 

They both bowed as they stepped onto the mats and approached the center, stopping at tape marks about 12 feet apart. There was no sound, but the referee appeared to give a command. Both men bowed to each other and stepped across their tape marks. At another command, they began to circle each other grabbing for their opponent's jacket lapels or sleeves. 

The bigger man was hopping around as you sometimes see fighters do. He appeared very confident while David avoided the theatrics. Suddenly, his opponent darted in, got a grip and turned into David, trying to throw him over his hip. The bigger man was too slow and hadn't broken David's balance. David crouched slightly and thrust his hips forward stopping his opponent. As his opponent turned to face him, David counter attacked. Spinning around so they were front to back, David brought his right leg up between the other man's legs, catching the inside of his left thigh. David's head was down. He was up on his left toes and his whole torso was twisting to his left.

The other man appeared to levitate off the floor and fly head over heels. David's body followed, driving his opponent hard into the mat. They landed with such force that many watching flinched including Vickie. The referee stepped forward, stood at attention and threw his right arm up in the air signaling the end of the match. Both men stood up, straightened their uniforms then returned to their starting positions. The referee stood between them, raised the arm on David's side and tilted it toward him indicating the winner. Both contenders stepped behind the tape marks, bowed to each other then came together in a back slapping hug. The clip faded back to Marci once again.

Rory's whole clique was staring slack jawed at the action. Even Angie had ceased her onslaught. They'd spent so much time and effort slandering David that they'd come to believe their own propaganda.

"Until the mall shooting," Marci's sultry voice continued, "David was considering trying out for the Olympics. The bullet in his hip ended his competitive Judo career. Just so you know, even with a bum hip, David can still take out Rory or any of those pretentious gym rats he hangs with. See, someone who really is capable doesn't feel the need to prove it all the time.

Well, now that we've put all that wimp crap to rest, we just have two more bits of business before we let all you cheaters, liars and back-stabbers get back to doing what you do best."

Marci's face took on a disgusted grimace.

"Vic, when you jumped on Rory's band wagon, you complained to me that David wouldn't fight for you. You wouldn't listen to me when I pleaded with you to talk to him, to give David a chance. Instead, you chose to jump on something of Rory's besides his band wagon. Well, now that we have your attention, maybe you will listen."

The video faded and David's face appeared. Even after all the water over the dam, Vickie's heart skipped a beat.

"Hi Vic, hi Rory. Congratulations on the marriage. I hope you make each other happy. I really do. I'm sorry I couldn't do that for you Pookie." A chill of regret swept through Vickie at hearing his pet name for her. "I am confused about a couple of things. When we said 'I do' to each other I assumed I no longer had to compete with Rory for your love and loyalty. I tried to be the best husband, friend and lover I could be. In that sense, I fought for us, for our marriage every single day. What did you do?  

You said the same vows I did. What happened to standing by your partner for richer, for poorer. What about forsaking all others? When all those strange misfortunes befell us I never quit. I never gave up. I kept going because of you, right up until I found out what you had been up to with Rory. Your actions convinced me that you didn't love me and that I could never make you happy so I did the only other thing that would. I let you go. Pookie, it wasn't me that didn't fight for you, it was you who gave up on us. As someone who once loved you with all his heart, I wish you the best."

Vickie's stomach was now in knots. Her face had lost all color. She was a hair's breadth from passing out when Marci's face came on one last time.

"Well, one last thing before I sign off. Remember Gorge Garcia? He was the kid whose parents legally emigrated from Spain. The one your friends all picked on and called a wetback. The one you all kept telling to go back to Mexico no matter how many times he told you he was from Spain. He's an attorney now working for the Federal prosecutor's office in Chicago. He'd like a word with the groom, his father and the father of the bride."

The camera panned to the crowd. A very nattily dressed young man stepped forward and smiled.

"Everyone, please stay where you are. There are federal agents and local police at every exit. No one may leave until we execute various warrants. Rory Buchanan, Bradley Buchanan and Macauley Gardner you are under arrest for fraud, conspiracy to commit fraud and numerous violations of the RICO act. You have the right to remain silent..."

The ballroom erupted in chaos. People began shouting. Some rushed the exits only to discover the law really did have them bottled up. Vic saw her mother collapse in tears. Rory's mom resumed chasing her husband until Tasered and disarmed by two police officers. The three men in question were now in handcuffs and being read their rights for real. Marci was speaking again and Vickie had to strain to hear her over the bedlam all about her. 

"Vic, your true friends are the ones that stick by you through adversity. They stand by you when you're being slandered even when they get tarred with the same brush. True friends look beyond the surface and accept you as you are. They tolerate your flaws and trust you to return the favor. Most importantly, true friends care about your well-being at least as much as they care about their own. Who are your true friends, Vic?"

The video panned across the crowd. Their hands were all raised, but this time the pinky, pointer and thumb were extended with the middle two touching the palm. It took a moment for her to remember. Marci's parents were deaf. They were all making the sign language short hand for "I love you." Marci's voice came from off camera.

"Vic, I know you're going to need a real friend after this is all over. Just so you know, I don't abandon my BFF even if her head is firmly planted in her ass. When you finally see sunshine, call me but not for the next two weeks."

The camera panned back to show all of Marci for the first time. She was dressed in a simple but elegant wedding gown.

"You know that life altering event I mentioned on my note?"

The camera panned back even further to show a limousine parked off to the side of the crowd. A just married sign was prominently displayed on the trunk. Vickie's heart began to skip beats. She couldn't breathe.

Standing by the limo, dressed in a tuxedo and holding the door open for his new bride was a smiling David.



The Wimp & His Slutty Wife



During my career selling real estate I've come in contact with all kinds of people. However, one couple stands out in my mind as the most remarkable and erotic I have ever encountered.

Sonny, and his attractive wife Bonnie, came into my office one day and said they wanted to see some homes in the area within a certain price range. 

After the usual introductions and the customary hand shakes, I selected half a dozen or so properties that met their requirements from the computer. 

Since I had no other appointments that afternoon we piled into my car and away we went. Sonny sat up front so I began to size him up as we drove on. 

He was a casual, laid back kind of guy, middle-aged, with a slight paunch who didn't have much to say. I could see Bonnie only in the rear view mirror and an occasional glance over my shoulder. She seemed to be the "take charge" type and did most of the talking. From what I could see she looked very pretty and appeared younger than her husband by more than just a few years.

As we visited several homes, I had a better chance to check out Bonnie. Her personality was completely unlike Sonny. Her attire was different too, a conservative outfit, with no attempt to hide the voluptuous body underneath. Trim, and full figured, she carried her head high and proudly thrust out her generous, pointed breasts. She was obviously taking good care of herself in the body department. I noticed also when we talked she would eye me up and down and when our eyes met she gave me a slight smile and her tongue peeked out between her teeth to touch her upper lip. More than once I was sure she intentionally brushed against me with her breasts. She made no comment or excuse but I thought I heard her murmur "Mmmm," in an approving tone.

It became apparent that Bonnie was the dominant personality of the two. She seemed to talk down to Sonny and even belittle him on several occasions. 

She didn't ask his opinion about much of anything. This didn't seem to bother Sonny one bit. I guess he was used to the treatment. By the day's end I pegged Sonny as a wimp. Bonnie, however, was another story. I figured her for at least a flirtatious prick-teaser. Maybe more.

On the way back to the office, Bonnie suggested we meet again the next day. 

We agreed on a time, shook hands and they headed for their car.

The next day I was prepared with a list of five homes to show where I knew the owners would not be home. But I wasn't prepared for what came through the door.

Sonny was his casual self but the change in Bonnie's appearance was stunning. Her revealing outfit was intended to show off her dynamite figure. The blouse she wore was a very sheer white silk, through which I could see a lacy, flesh colored bra. A bra so thin that the dark areola around her nipples shown through. Her navy blue skirt was snug, but not too tight, and showed off her firm, well-rounded buttocks. It was cut above the knees with a slit up both sides exposing lots of leg. High heels and dark stockings completed the eye-catching ensemble. Even her auburn hair was styled in a loose, carefree manner.

Sonny grunted something as we shook hands. Bonnie's full breasts bounced almost unrestrained as she crossed the room to greet me. I was beginning to think my appraisal of these two was close to the mark.

In the car, Bonnie sat beside me with Sonny in the back. She angled herself on the bench seat of my old Benz so she could see both of us without turning. As Bonnie settled, she pushed her skirt up on her thighs showing off her long, shapely legs and the raised skirt allowed her to rest one knee high on the seat revealing her panty-covered crotch. A dark patch of pubic hair was clearly visible. She either was unaware of shooting her beaver at me or didn't care as she continued to lead the conversation. Her overflowing tits jutted out from around the shoulder harness and stretched the blouse tightly against them. Sonny couldn't see any of this from his back seat position. I was enjoying the display when, with some disappointment on my part, we arrived at the first house just as I felt the beginning of a hard-on.

I rang the bell several times not expecting anyone to answer. No one did, so I opened the lockbox to get the house key and let us in. Once inside the well-appointed home I called out to let anyone inside know we were there. 

There was no reply. Sonny headed in one direction and Bonnie went in another. I stayed with Bonnie thinking she would ultimately be the decision maker. Besides, I wanted a chance to get her aside, away from Sonny. I was close behind her as she wandered down a hallway quickly looking into each room as if to make sure nobody was home. She suddenly reversed direction right in front of me, almost knocking me down. She pressed her body hard against me, pushing me to the wall and kissed my lips. She said, "I'm horny as hell. And you sure do turn me on, big guy. We better do something about it, don't ‘cha think?" With that, she put her hand on my dick and gave it a good squeeze. I did my best to recover from the sudden advances as she moved toward the kitchen.

Sonny was seated at the kitchen table when we entered and Bonnie announced,

"Well Sonny, this house seems to fit nicely. Don't you think so?"

"Uh huh," he mumbled. "Whatever you want, dear."

By then I had come up behind her. She put her hands behind her back and motioned with her fingers for me to come nearer. I moved close enough to catch the delightful fragrance of her hair. Then closer until we touched. 

Her hands found my growing cock and she began to fondle me through my pants while Sonny unknowingly looked on.

To Sonny she said in a laughing voice,

"Whatever I want? What I want right now is for this big guy to rub his hands all over me!"

I was already giving the cheeks of her ass a good massage when she took my hands and moved them to her belly, then guided them over her body until she finally pressed them to her breasts. With a tit in each hand I gently squeezed and fondled, moving in slow circles.

Sonny's eyes popped wide open when he saw what was happening. He cried out,

"Hey, what the hells going on? What the fuck are you doing with my wife?"

"Oh, shut up, you twit," Bonnie said with a sarcastic laugh. "He's giving me a good feel, that's what. That's more than I've gotten from you lately. 

What the hell are you gonna do about it, Sonny Boy?", as if she knew he wouldn't argue. I couldn't believe Sonny was taking her abuse. Laughing, she asked him,

"You want a better look at what he's feeling? I know you like to look at me."

Bonnie unbuttoned the blouse all the way and pulled the shirt tail from under her skirt. She held her blouse open for her husband to view her beautiful breasts. Sonny's jaw fell open. I pushed her bra up and caressing her bare tits while he looked on wide-eyed and speechless. I rubbed her nipples, tweaking them until they hardened and stood erect. 

Bonnie laughed and put her hands on the table and began to grind her shapely ass against my stiffening prick letting her tits swing freely. All the while she looked directly at Sonny.

"How do ‘ya like this, little man?", she asked her husband.

A slight grin crossed his lips and he squirmed around in his chair. I kept my eyes on Sonny, waiting for him to come and pull us apart. From the bulge in his pants I could tell he was getting turned on.

But he made no move to stop us. So I raised Bonnie's skirt, caressed her ass and ran my hand between her cheeks pushing her legs apart to stroke her cunt. I could feel the wet through her panties. She was soaked. I pulled her panties aside and brushed my fingers over the sopping folds of her naked pussy seeking out her cilt, toying with her.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?", I whispered, loud enough for Sonny to hear.

"Oh, my God, yes . . . I want you inside me!"

"What do we do with Sonny?", I asked.

She laughed out loud and said,

"I don't give a damn what you do to him. He can stay and watch for all I care. He's always talked about having a threesome."

As Sonny stared, his face flushed red. Then he said,

"I . . I'll get you for this, you slut." His grin grew bigger and he began to play with himself.

"Slut, eh . . . well Sonny, I guess you found me out! Now, you can watch this slut get nailed to the table," she retorted.

She giggled, facing her husband, as I slipped off her panties and unzipped my pants. She leaned over the table, arched her back, and spread her legs for me to enter her from behind. My cock was so engorged, I was almost in pain. With one stroke I drove the full length of my meat into Bonnie's drenched cunt. She sucked in a deep breath, gave out a cry,

"OH MY, you ARE big!" She reared back to meet my penetration.

"Fuck me, baby . . . fuck me hard," she cried out.

I gripped her hips and began to pump my cock in and out of her without mercy. Each plunge seemed to go deeper. Bonnie laughed and cried at the same time, yelling, "Fuck me . . . harder, baby . . . fill me up . . . make me cum."

I rammed my rock-hard shaft deep inside her for several minutes, then held her ass hard against my groin as a load of hot cum violently exploded into her tight pussy. My cock jerked inside her repeatedly as I spurted wad after wad of my juice into her love hole. She loved it and her body shuddered with waves of orgasms. She gave out a long, low moan, "Oooooooooh . . . yesss." We were both gasping for breath and I could feel the sweat as it rolled down my back. What a tremendous rush. After a short pause, I withdrew my wilting dick from Bonnie's drenched pussy. I turned Bonnie around to face me, gave her a big, wet kiss and eased her up onto the table. My cum was dripping out of her cunt and running down her legs.

Looking over at Sonny, I told him, "Come over here, Sonny Boy." Meekly he stood up. We could both see the large wet spot on the front of his pants. 

The little shit had cum in his pants. Embarrassed, he shuffled over to us and stood beside Bonnie looking down at her used pussy. His eyes widened with excitement. She was breathing heavily, her tits heaved up and down. 

She rested with her elbows on the table, legs spread wide apart. Her swollen pussy lips oozed with our juices. She laughed at her husband, taunting him even more.

I put a hand on his shoulder and with a little downward pressure ordered,

"Down . . . get on your knees. Now lick your wife's pussy ‘til she's nice and clean. Suck her cunt real good and don't miss any cum."

Sonny dropped to his knees and unzipped his fly. Bonnie kicked off her shoes and propped her feet on his shoulders. He slurped as he sucked and licked her slit with obvious pleasure and started to jerk off. She gave me a big smile and nodded her head in approval and then gave another loud moan as her body quivered with more orgasms. I watched, too, as Sonny's cum dripped onto the floor.

I quickly moved around beside Bonnie and busied my hands on her beautiful tits again. Pinching Bonnie's erect nipples made her squeal with joy. My semi-hard dick was now right in her face.

"Here slut, suck me clean too," I directed.

Bonnie chuckled, said, "Umm, yummy . . . thank you, baby," and grabbed my wet shaft. She greedily sucked me into her waiting mouth. Her tongue flicked around the sensitive, swollen head of my penis to my delight and she deep-throated me until I became hard again. Such talent! I couldn't hold back any longer. I emptied another load of hot sperm down her gullet.

We got ourselves back together, cleaned up, and locked the house. On the way back to the car I thought to myself, "Oh shit, we have four more houses to see."



The WIMP Test: Diagnosis



Disclaimer: SPH-focused content. Also, I'm not a medical professional and know nothing about medicine or hospitals, so take this all as a joke. None of it is true insofar as actual medical diagnoses or practices as far as I know... but it is embarrassingly sexy, and that's the point!

***

It was just one week after Dr. Hunglovin and her sexy nurse Jana prescribed medical tweezers for research in the Wrist Impairment in Male Patients (WIMP) test. I'd been complaining of pains in my wrist, and it turned out they were not caused by carpal tunnel, but rather due to my frequent masturbation and undersized male parts. These tests would determine more precisely the extent of the damage and my specific diagnosis.

I admit, I was embarrassed to masturbate with them at first, but I had to stick with my schedule for the sake of their research (and, presumably, for my health), and that meant getting comfortable with them really fast. Those first couple times were a little awkward, but the gel pads at the end of the medical tweezers felt really damn good and produced their own lube, and soon enough I was back into my old schedule, "tweezing off" seven times a day. Oh, there were close calls and a night or two when I almost didn't make it to seven without some... let's call them misadventures, being almost caught and... well, but those are all stories for another time.

I came back to the hospital with my "special research equipment" (tweezers for jacking off, if you aren't paying attention) in a beat-up, old briefcase at my side. The waiting room was crowded with calm patients male and female, young and old, none too infirm but waiting probably to be called in for a check-up, and reading National Geographic or quietly checking their phones to stave off boredom. Nurses flitted about in the background, going from one place to the next with clipboards tucked under their arms or breasts, sashaying their hips in tight, white uniforms and high heels that, my mind immediately reminded me, were easily taller than my dick. The urgent clack, clack of heels resounded from around corners above the softly piped in hits from the '80s and '90s. Currently playing was "Sweet Dreams," you know the one.

The receptionist was not the same as last time. This time a blond, what they'd call a "full figured woman" or "BBW" sat behind the counter and glass screen. Her breasts were at least, I'd hazard, a G-cup, and strained against her uniform. Her cleavage was magnificent, like I could've lost my forearm in it. She had a beautiful face, as all the nurses did, with full, glossy lips, slightly blushed cheeks, and playful eyeshadow. She had the slight pout of boredom one might expect anyone to have in just another day at work. Trying to not stare at her impressive cleavage (and failing), I took a clipboard from her, took a seat, and filled it out as usual.

When I handed it back it, though she squinted at it. There was a problem. "Are you Peter Leitel?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, uh, no one calls me that," I told her. I whispered, "Peter is another name for... y'know. Uh, I go by T****."

"You forgot to fill in your middle name."

"Is this necessary?"

"We try to leave no incomplete fields on a form. It wouldn't be professional." 

I sighed and filled in "Pat." "But don't call me that," I added, whispering, "Peter Pat means..."

"I know," she said flatly. "I'm sorry. I'll cross them out for other staff if it's a problem."

Salvation! "Would you please? That would help a lot."

"You're welcome, Mr. Leitel." She did so-- I saw her make two big, definitive strokes of the pen-- and handed the form off to another nurse behind her, who clomped off to somewhere with it. I sat down to wait for a bit, alternatively staring at the fish in the waiting room aquarium that I didn't mention earlier and then back at the receptionist's cleavage from time-to-time. If she noticed, she showed no signs of it.

A few minutes later another nurse opened the door. It was Jana. Her hair the color of fresh snow, thick-rimmed glasses and skin like hot cocoa. Speaking of hot, holy sh*t. Even though she had a fit body, she was stacked-- I'd guess a DD in her push-up bra-- and had such a booty-- each cheek in a tight heart shape, straining against her uniform skirt like a watermelon, that kind of ass so wide you can see it from the front. Either of those features seemed ready to escape at any step she took. Somehow she was still shy. She had a clipboard tucked in one arm. 

"Little, P.P.?" she called out. Some of the ladies in the waiting room were looking around, snickering. I didn't stand just then. She must not have seen me, and I remembered just then that she must have only known me as T****. I thought maybe she would call out that name, instead, if there might be some way to avoid my embarrassment. "Ahem, Little, P.P.? Is someone here a Little, P.P.?"

I stood and she motioned for me to follow. "Right this way, Mr. Little."

I could feel the whole waiting room looking at me. Some of the girls continued to giggle into their hands, some consciously trying to look away and (like my attempts not to stare at ginormous mammaries) failing.

"Um," I stuttered. "It's pronounced Leitel. Like... lie tell..." No-one heard.

I followed behind her to the examination room, watching and enjoying how her heels made the swinging of her hips just that much more pronounced. Suddenly, for just a brief second, her skirt rode up around her big butt-- I couldn't help but look, my eyes already being stuck close by, and I saw that she must've had a thong on underneath. But she tugged her skirt back down as soon as it happened, so I didn't get any more than a peek, but that peek and the thoughts I had just going down the corridor behind her were enough to arouse me to hardness.

We stepped into the examination room and Jana took my height and weight measurements again-- 5'1" and 110 lbs. Then she asked me to remove my shirt while she checked my vitals. She seemed surprised I had normal blood pressure.

"Well, that rules out one cause of your symptoms," she said. We went through a few more preliminary interview questions about my wrist pain and how it had gotten better since I started masturbating with medical tweezers.

"And have you been keeping to your... schedule?" As if I needed the hinting, she made an up-and-down pinching motion with two fingers.

I nodded. "Almost exactly."

"Almost?" she asked. "Has there been any deviation from your... twenty-eight to thirty-five times this week, was it?"

"No."

Clinical as ever, she kept on. "And how many times did you manage this week?"

"I think... thirty-five."

"You think?" She launched a skeptical glare my way from over her glasses. "Did you not keep a record for the research?"

I sighed. "I... yes, thirty-five."

"Okay, okay," Jana kept a cheerful note in her voice. "That is consistent with your earlier WIMP test report. And how many of those were with the new tool?"

"28."

"Good." She made another jot, I couldn't see what. "Now please hold out your hands for the manual stress test."

I did so. Slowly, Jana began palpating from my wrist out to my fingertips. Whenever she reached a finger, she massaged it back and forth, for a little bit, as if feeling for something in the fingerbones or the joints, but it felt for everything I was worth like she was jacking off my fingers. I tried successfully for once to keep my eyes from wandering down her blouse, but failed to control the flow of blood to my everheating loins.

"Probably feels pretty good, huh?" Jana purred. 

I nodded.

She gave me a wicked curl of her lip. "Is this how it feels when you use your tweezers?"

I tried to protest, but Jana gave me an "I'm not buying it" look. Then she got to my pinky and starting rubbing it extra vigorously. "Or maybe like this?"

"N-no... I don't think so."

Her lips didn't part, but she laughed. Or scoffed. Or both, looking away from me for just a second. Then all of a sudden this hot nurse commanded, "Remove your pants, please."

Of course, I unzipped and did as requested. Who protests in a hospital? Seriously? My small boner was obvious. It even twitched a little.

Jana put her hand at her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want to wait until it goes away?"

"Um," was all I could say.

"I'll turn around if you want to wait," she suggested, and turned herself around leaned casually on the medical counter. Her skirt rode up slightly and I could see her thong in her thick, beautiful ass again. There was no way my erection was going down!

"Uh, it's okay," I managed.

"AND your boxers?" Jana asked, making a dismissive hand motion, but not yet turning around. She sounded embarrassed, herself, and began thumbing through a glass jar of tongue depressors. I couldn't help but notice that the tongue depressors all seemed to be bigger than I usually imagined them, a little taller, a little wider. They all were all marked at one end with the letters "AVG." Maybe a brand of medical equipment? "We just need to make a preliminary check on this little guy."

Blushing, I slid down my underwear. My erection popped out with an audible *fwop* and slapped against my stomach. Well... beneath my belly button, not high enough to reach my actual stomach, I guess.

Jana tried not to giggle, bent down (she was at least a foot taller than me, and in her heels she had an Amazonian, towering stature, 6'9" being my best guess), and tested my size next to the little popsicle stick marked with the letter S at one end. "We don't get to give tests for Wrist Impairment in Male Patients a lot," my nurse said. "But I think these might become some of my favorite tests. It's just so much fun testing what kind of WIMP you are-- I mean, diagnosing your... unique wrist impairment."

She pressed the popsicle stick flat against my length, the side with the letter facing away... it was about the same size, I thought. Then she started pressing it around, as if feeling for something. I squirmed, trying my hardest not to cum. I felt a familiar tightness in my stomach and clenched my teeth against it.

Then Jana put the stick away with a "hmm" and an "mm hm" at her clipboard. then snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and produced a pair of calipers with a digital readout.

"While you're still... in this state... we'd better get a good measurement for your WIMP test. This little ruler is digital, so it's as accurate as we can get." She demonstrated how the little arms of the calipers spread open and closed. "It's what we use in WIMP cases like yours. Goes all the way up to 14 cm or 5.51 inches exactly, so there's room for error. They do come larger, but they won't be needed for this test. Not for you."

And she was on her knees in front of my dick studying it faster than you could say, "Whoa." I sat my butt down on the padded examination table. My feet dangled just a little above the floor. I threw my head back, wanting to avoid both the potential embarrassment of being caught looking at my nurse's hot cleavage again and the embarrassment of the number she was about to produce which would be fi--

"What did you claim your BPEL was, again?"

B-P-E-L meant bone-pressed-erect-length, for those not in the know. Pressing the ruler against your pubic bone eliminates any error you might get from the pad of fat around your stomach.

"Five inches," I muttered. I still couldn't stand to look down just yet.

"And you're as big as you can get right now?" Jana's voice was expectant, as if I might possibly say no even when her incredible breasts brushed against my stiffened member, making me shudder.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. "W-w-what is it?"

There was a little, stunned silence, an anxious wait.

"Four point three inches!" She raised the digital read-out up so I could read it plain as day: 4.3". I couldn't respond and on sensing that, my nurse filled in with: "Aww, you really need that decimal, don't you little guy?"

"N-no, no!" I protested. "It's five, at least, I measured!"

"When is the last time you measured?" She was already ready to make a note of it.

"I, uhhhhh, in college..."

Jana returned to her full height, looking down at me. "It's probably shrunk since then. My guess is you have CUM--"

"CUM?"

"-- Chronic Underdevelopment from Masturbation. You should be happy. You'd actually be big for a guy with CUM! Most of them become micropenises."

"Micro...?"

"Meaning like two, two and a half inches hard." She made a squinty face, showed a tiny size with her thumb and forefinger. A sign I'd seen women at clubs make sometimes, talking to their friends after I danced with them. "Do you know how many you are in centimeters?"

"Twelve."

Jana adjusted her fingers a little, into a capital C with her thumb and index finger. "This size?" she asked.

She looked to the ruler. Then back at me. "No."

"14!"

"WAY SMALLER than 14."

"Th-that's impossible!"

Jana set her arms akimbo. "Hon, do you know how long a popsicle stick is?"

"No."

"Four and a half inches... that's about eleven and a half centimeters. And you don't even reach the half after four, honey. You're smaller than a popsicle stick..." Jana laughed into her hand. "If it makes you feel bigger, you're eleven in centimeters, like, on the dot."

"What's average in centimeters?" 

"Ohh... probably about fifteen is average. On the small side, but average."

I tried to mutter something. Instead, my lip quivered.

My nurse turned around again to note the results on her clipboard. "At least you're THICKER than a popsicle stick, you've got that." She said it sarcastically, like she was trying not to laugh. She couldn't believe I wasn't even up to the "S" mark at the end of the popsicle stick: not even up to SMALL.

I sat there with my little boner poking up. My face burned, my privates twitched. Maybe if some of the blood would come out of my cheeks and go south, it might have gotten bigger, but my blush wasn't going away for a while.

"One more test," said the sexy nurse. She turned around and grabbed my dick, wrapping her hand around it. Unlike with my hands where the head peeked out over my fist, her hand totally enveloped my whole length in a sudden, tight kung fu grip in her rubber gloves. She looked me in the eye, and said, "It's okay, I knew my hand was bigger. I just need to hold it for--"

It was all too much for me! Despite my clenched teeth and tightened stomach muscles, a spurt of jism bubbled up from my nuts... I felt it traveling up, tried to push it back, but it shot up pathetically, splattering back down onto my nurse's gloved hand and splattering into my groin.

"Oo!" Jana shrieked, a happy, little sound. "Sorry. I forgot you're under consideration for SPEED. Oops!" Still, she held on until I finished squirting, then removed her hand slowly, peeled off the glove and dropped it in the biohazard bin. I didn't forget that SPEED meant Small Penis Early Ejaculation Disorder, but my mind was ablank just then. I said nothing.

"Well, we can get your applied hand-to-penis ratio later." The hot, curvy nurse made a final note of something, said the doctor would be with me, "Um, shortly." She sashayed out of the examination room, adding "See ya shortly!"

I just sat there feeling pathetic as my stiffness disappeared and I shrank down to flaccid wondering... "Did she just call me Shortly...?"

Far from afterglow, I was like zombified and squirming, fought the feeling by starting to climb back into my clothes. Like a robot, I slipped my boxers back up, started buttoning my shirt again. I was tucking my shirt in, first at the back, then in front and still had my hand down the front of my pants when I heard... click... clack...

Dr. Hunglovin covered her face with a strange, all white clipboard when she saw me, but I could hear her make a disgusted noise behind it. "Always playing with it, aren't you?"

The doc was a skinny, nerdy-looking redhead in a lab coat with small, pert breasts and thick glasses. She wore high heels like the nurses, too. She was short for a woman, but still taller than me.

I protested. "I-- I was just tucking my shirt in."

She lowered her clipboard, which appeared to be some kind of iPad, and approached me slowly, with a super-skeptical look. "Sure you were. Well, I need you to drop your drawers, anyway. I have to observe your technique."

I hesitated. My eyes flashed to the only comment field of many that I could see on the clipboard. In it was typed, in a larger than usual font, "LOL!"

"Um."

"No use being shy. This is for research." The doc set her clipboard aside, sat on a swiveling stool and crossed her legs in a no-nonsense way. Her big glasses slid down the bridge of her nose and her voice lowered to a whisper. "We all know you have a tiny dick. You *have* been jerking off with tweezers. Like FOUR times a day."

I couldn't stop blushing. My brain filled like with static at that instant, wondering who "we" was, marvelling at the impact of a woman knowing such intimate details about me. Was "we" the whole hospital? Everyone? But I thought my information was confidential? I mumbled something in the affirmative as I let my pants and boxers down again. I was totally limp, maybe two inches long at best, and still had my own jism stuck in my pubic hair.

"Ew." Dr. H made a face and looked away from me, pushed her glasses back up with her finger. "Did you ejaculate in your pants?"

"N-no, w- er, um..." My face was flushed with so much blood it stopped anything from working right. I felt like I might pass out.

She stood from her stool, snapped on a pair of medical gloves, cleaned me with a wordless smirk, and tossed the tissues into the sealed biohazard container. All I could do was sit there on the padded examination table, trembling, with my pants down and tiny, limp dick exposed.

"I read your measurements in the report, T****. Your initial assessment of 12.7 centimeters was revised to 11. But you knew you had a tiny dick, didn't you?"

"Y-yes, Doctor..."

Doctor H stuck her skinny hip out in a sassy, reproachful way, shaking her head as she consulted her data. "Not even 14 cm... which is SMALL... 15.02 cm was two standard deviations from the true mean in our study, and anything past two SDs under is..." Her eyes widened. "REALLY small. And you're almost four SDs below. But I'm sure that's gibberish to you."

The doc rolled her eyes like "never mind" and sat her cute butt back down on the stool in her sexy way again. She held her digital clipboard in one arm with the short edge against her body, toying with the stylus at her lips. Her heel (my dick and a half in size!) dangled from one foot. Aside from the things she had said, her face, her gaze did nothing to acknowledge my current nudity, remaining totally clinical in expression. "Did you remember your penile forceps?"

I nodded, and the doctor made me retrieve them from my case.

"We'll need sterile conditions while you demonstrate your technique so we can be assured of the accuracy in your little dick research. Don't worry, though... we have excess condoms."

"Exce--" I stuttered. She pulled out a sterile, medical condom labelled with big letters: XS.

She gave me a look, a knowing raise of the eyebrows that said she knew I understood what those letters meant: XTRA SMALL. Turning the wrapper over in her hands and wagging it in the air, she said: "These were made to your specifications from our research, T****. You're what we call a... statistical outlier. Go ahead, put this on and show me how you tweeze yourself off."

The condom fit loosely, all baggy on the end, while I was still flaccid. It would barely stay on, but I clamped down with my tweezers to hold it in place at the same time as I rubbed my dick with them. The condom prevented the lubrication from the gel-bead tips of the tweezers from soaking into my cock, and it started getting really slippery-- only having just cum already, I wasn't getting hard.




The WIMP Test: Diagnosis



"That's right," Dr. H encouraged me. "Don't move your wrist or you'll damage it further... c'mon, baby, get it hard for me..."

I certainly kept trying. "I... I can't!"

"Aww, poor baby..." The doc pouted in mock motherliness. "Are you a li'l limpy wimpy?"

The humiliation was unbearable. "Can I... can I use my hand?"

"No!" She swatted my other hand away. "C'mon. Tell me what'll make you hard... I am timing you, by the way. This IS going on your record." She made some kind of notes on her clipboard.

I wanted to tell her what would make me hard, wanted to tell her to strip down and let me see her slim, hot body, petite freckly breasts and tight ass, but I was stunned thinking about how I would ruin my record with another outlier.

"Well? No wonder you spurt in seconds, you spend a whole hour just getting it up..."

Finally my dick started to stand up and fill the little-- I mean, xtra small-- condom.

A wicked smile crossed the doctor's lips. "Oh?" She stood up in her heels and bent over my handiwork. Reaching behind her, she produced a magnifying glass and watched me intently through it, adjusting her glasses. She frowned a little. "Is it getting bigger? Jana took the ruler with her, I can't tell. Do you need another popsicle stick test?"

My hot nurse's previous test replayed in my head and I sprang to full erection. A full, barely over four inch, not even small, medically problematic erection.

"Oh, is that it? Are you all hard?"

"Y-yes!"

Doctor Hunglovin didn't even set her magnifying glass down, but started poking at scrawling at her touchscreen with the stylus. She stopped once to give me another squint through the lens and remind me, "Took you ten minutes and forty three seconds. Keep going. We gotta study your LITTLE problem."

And I came again, right when she said "little." A pathetically tiny load squirted into the condom.

The doctor smirked and went, "Hmph." And she made another note. "That's fine, you can take that off now and put your dicky tweezers away. And... seriously, put your pants back on." That last bit was said as an order.

I followed her orders. Before crawling back into my jeans, she proffered a wipe, holding it at arm's length without eye contact, and I took it, cleaned myself off, and tossed it. Then I got back into my pants and I sat there in humiliated afterglow for another quiet minute while the doctor tapped away at her screen with her stylus. After a bit, she looked up and said, "Did you know we've already diagnosed you? I submitted your report electronically and the evaluation is in."

"Already?" Somehow that was stirring my loins again already. How something like that could get me aroused so soon after I already came, I had no idea.

"Oh, yes. With a... thing like yours, by now there's no question."

"And..." I hesitated to say it, wondering what the right words were. "Well, what's the diagnosis for... my..." I couldn't think of the word and settled for trying out "Cock?"

The doctor laughed. "Yours? That's not a cock. You can't call that a cock, I'm sorry. That's... you could call it a halfacock, or we might call it a no cock... because it's the kind that's so small, when a woman sees it she instantly says NO."

"H... halfa-- Inst... instantly?" Totally tongue tied, all I could think about was the major penis twitch her words brought on, like it was trying to escape from my pants all on its own again. 

"Well... out of rejection or disbelief, one or the other." Behind her thick glasses, she gave me a dead serious look. "Tell me... you never really grew much during puberty, did you? It seemed promising and then, when you were eleven or twelve and all the other boys were still growing, you just... stopped? In height or... anywhere else?" She looked down at the strain in my pants when she said "else."

"I..." Saying I blushed would be redundant at this point. "... that sounds right."

"That's what I thought. You're just short all over, and you'll never, ever get any bigger. You suffer from what we in the medical profession call Shortman's Height Ratio Impairment in Male Progress." Doctor Hunglovin flipped her screen so I could see it. Written across the top was the full medical diagnosis, with S.H.R.I.M.P. in bigger, red letters under it, my printed percentile ranking in the study (5.1%), and computer generated comparisons of my size with the mean, 11 cm vs. 16.51 cm, and the ideal: 20.32 cm. My cock-- uh, halfacock-- unendurably swelled, and I unconsciously reached down to touch myself, feeling a familiar churning in my lower stomach. My hand clamped onto myself through my pants, shamelessly trying to hold off the inevitable, but beneath the main field with my humiliating data was a comment section, still live and scrolling, where nurses from all over the hospital were uploading their thoughts, hot doctors offering concurring second opinions.

"lmao," said one nurse. Even her avatar was laughing. "SO TINY!"

"Diagnosis checks out, TOTAL SHRIMP"

Another from the receptionist, "I knew he was itty bitty when he walked in. Poor guy!"

"At least he's five-point-something... percentile! loooool"

And the stream continued, flooding with LOLs in real-time as all the hot, smart women involved peeped my pertinent medical data.

Even the doctor leaned in from her perch on the swiveling stool and whispered into my ear, "SHRIMPDICK!"

I came in my pants. Doctor Hunglovin saw and laughed out loud, then opened the door and waved for some other nurses to come in and see. "P.P. got his diagnosis and came in his pants!"

They all giggled uncontrollably. Jana was among them and tentatively reached out for the wet spot in my pants, poked at it with her pinky finger. "I knew he had SPEED, too. Daaaang, that's nasty..."

I sat there red-faced and basically defenseless, stuttering. "I-- I thought my medical records were private!"

All the others were too busy laughing and making gestures at each other about how little I was, demonstrating to each other how I looked jerking off with two fingers and going, "Oo! Mm! Ah!" in high-pitched voices. Jana heard me, though, and answered: "We need to share the information here at the hospital. Your medical records are important to us-- we couldn't help without them! But don't worry, shrimp. None of it goes outside the hospital."

I felt a little relief at that. Dr. Hunglovin turned from her colleagues, wished me good luck, and left with the flock, all of them swaying their hips in their tall heels. Everyone of them must have had a thong on that just was barely visible from the back under the material of her skirt.

Only Jana remained. She wrote something down and, when I was fully dressed again, handed me a slip for a prescription.

"Viagra and Shrinkacox," she explained. "Viagra for when you can't get it up... we heard about your trouble with Dr. Hunglovin. And Shrinkacox to get rid that microspace between your hand and the end of your dick. When they're even the pain in your wrist will go away and you can jerk it all you want."

"Shrinka... what? Can't I just get surgery for it to make it bigger? Wouldn't that help?"

Jana tilted her head. "Aww, lookit you. How are you gonna make it bigger if there's nothing there to make it bigger? You have to have SOMETHING to work with. No, your best treatment option is to just rub this cream on there, and your little problem will go away, okay? Just put a tiny dot of this on yourself--" she demonstrated on her pinky finger. "-- every time you tweeze off for the next month or so and keep measuring until you're down to just 4 inches even. Then the wrist pain will go away."

"O...okay."

"And have fun, little guy! I'll see you, Shortly..."

I headed out of the hospital holding my tattered briefcase in front of my crotch, trying as best I could to hide my cumstain of shame. It would be even harder on the bus ride home, and the walk. I tried not to think about it.

When I passed through the lobby, all the ladies waved good-bye to me with their pinky fingers. I tried to reassure myself it would never leave the hospital. At least now I'd be rid of the pain in my wrist.



The WIMP Test: Medical Tweezers



Disclaimer: SPH-focused, softcore with no female nudity. Also, I am not a doctor or anything, so don't think things I write about hospitals or carpal tunnel syndrome or medical procedure are necessarily true or even real. Thank you. 

***

A pain in my wrist got really bad one day and I went to the hospital, complaining of what I thought was carpal tunnel. The nurses at the hospital were all wearing a white nurse's uniform (the kind I didn't think existed anymore) with a starched, rounded collar, with the sign of Aesclepius above a pocket at her left breast, a cute, little hat and six inch, white heels. As an ass man, watching the nurses come and go from my spot in the waiting room was a little bit of heaven-- they just all had their butts sticking out in a sassy way, swaying under their tight skirts when they walked.

My nurse, Jana, was a slim, tall (6'9" in her heels, if I read right when she stood near the measurement on the wall of the evaluation room), stacked woman with skin the color of hot cocoa, dyed white hair, and thick glasses. 

"Are you T****?"

"Yup, that's me."

"Hi. I'm Jana." 

We smiled at each other, a brief, professional thing showing no teeth, but just a polite curling of the lips. She picked up a clipboard to review my case. She read it for a minute and I sat there basically staring at her, then at my feet while I dangled them from the little medical bench (my feet almost never touch the floor when I sit in a normal chair), then at her boobs pressed together in her uniform again. From my periphery, I saw her eyes reach the bottom of the clipboard and go a little wide.

I instantly stopped staring at her tits. "What's wrong?"

"Carpal tunnel pains?" She raised an eyebrow. "At your age?"

"I'm at my computer a lot."

"Your computer." She gave me a skeptical look. "What kind of work do you do?"

"I work at... the post office."

"Are you always on a computer at the post office?"

"Well, no, but..."

Jana set aside her clipboard. "Hold out your hands. I'll need to perform a little manual stress test."

I did. She took my hands by the wrist firmly, but not roughly. She held them with palms facing down, which I thought was odd for a medical procedure, but figured must have been specific to whatever test she was doing. Slowly, Jana began palpating from my wrist out to my fingertips. Whenever she reached a finger, she massaged it back and forth, for a little bit, as if feeling for something in the fingerbones or the joints.

First she reached my thumb. She looked down to grab it, put it between her thumb and forefinger, and began to pull and push searchingly along the length of my finger. While she looked down at my hand (I was still seated on a little medical bench and she was still standing) I had a perfect vantage point into the bountiful valley of her bosom in her uniform. It was beautiful, and the way she was touching me, like a handjob allegory... I was getting totally turned on. My eyes were glued to her jugs, lost in her cleavage...

By the time she had moved onto my index finger I realized she was looking me right in the eye and could see where I was looking. When our eyes met, she looked down out of embarrassment... right at my growing erection. Jana instantly, instinctively rolled her eyes away from it, turning her head away. With one hand she moved onto my middle finger, the other she brought up to her mouth.

"That's embarrassing," she said. "Sorry. Can you make it stop? Do you need a cup of cold water... or...? Do you want me to continue?"

"C-Continue," I stuttered. I was actually trembling with embarrassment. I was rock hard and she called it... embarrassing? She gave me another look and so I blurted, "Uh, it'll go away."

She moved onto my ring finger. I knew what was coming. I couldn't stop my stammering. "W-why should it be embarrassing? Just a bodily reaction, right? Y-you must see m-- I mean, it all the..."

Her probing medical interest unsatiable, Jana locked eyes with me, searching for any reaction that might indicate a cause of discomfort. Only my... rather small 'discomfort' was coming from in my pants, where my erection had started pushing against the front seam of my pants. It jutted out like a... like a...

Her fingers clamped my pinky between her two fingers. Not caring my reaction was obvious, I closed my eyes, gave a wince and grunt with effort as I barely prevented myself from jizzing my jeans. 

"Oo?" she asked. The cute noise sounded appropriate for a humoring a baby or playing with a puppy. "Did some pain build up in your pinky?"

I know she meant my finger and not my erection, but it didn't matter so much at that point-- she had me so irreversibly turned on, there was nothing I could do. My cock twitched and my innards churned painfully as I barely held back another wave. If I had breath to say words, I said, "I... no... it's not there..."

"Can you... control yourself." Jana asked it, but it came out like a command. She might have been getting kind of flustered. "Sorry, it's embarrassing. It's just a little. But there is the matter of a short questionnaire, if you feel you're okay to continue. Do you need a minute?"

I shook my head, forced out a lying syllable. "No."

She let go of my hand and I felt my balls give a sigh of relief. The tension in my rigid member relaxed without spilling my non-stick glue everywhere. She turned from me and opened a drawer to search for the right paperwork. While she wasn't looking I squirmed in my seat and readjusted myself to make things more bearable. I breathed in a controlled manner at least twice. I felt calmer, less ready to explode, but no less erect.

She fitted the new sheet to the clipboard. "I'm going to administer our wimp test."

I immediately shrank a bit.

"Oh, it's not like that," Jana waved a hand dismissively, clinical as ever, though I could see that beneath that surface, she was growing more embarrassed for me, too. "Sorry. It's survey for the Wrist Impairment in Male Patients. Sorry, it's a little embarrassing to have to give this test. I'm sure it must be embarrassing to take it, too."

I exhaled, trying to forget about my worries. This was about my health, after all. "It's okay. I understand."

Jana pulled over a soft-cushioned stool on rollers and sat down. "Name... age... height... " she muttered to herself and crossed her legs in front of her as she filled out what she knew. "And how many hours a day would you use your computer?"

"Oh, pretty often," I responded. "Do you need just an average, or...?"

"Yes, an average."

"Maybe 10-12 hours. It's part of a lot of my work and my downtime, so..."

"And how often do you stress your wrist?"

"Um... all of that time? I mean, any time I use a keyboard, I gue--"

"10-12," she muttered, making a note. She pushed up her glasses and gave me a direct look. "And how many times a week do you masturbate?"

"A week?" I choked a bit. "Um... four to five times per--"

"Aw, that's not so--"

"N-No," I protested. "I mean, four to five times per day is... uh..."

"Twenty-eight to thirty-five times?" Jana's eyes went a little wide. This was important data to her, a clear outlier.

Jana pushed up her glasses and gave me a direct look. "How many hours do you masturbate in a day?"

"That's..." I must have been beet red. "That's a very personal question, Jana."

"Please," she implored, her clinical facade again reasserting itself. "These questions are an important part of your WIMP test."

"... maybe an hour each time."

"Every day?"

"Yes."

She circled something on the clip board and made a little note. I heard her mutter the word "significant" under her breath while she wrote.

"And do you know your BPEL?"

"... five inches." I couldn't believe I didn't stop to act dumb and ask, but I knew BPEL was bone-pressed erect length. I had measured my penis a lot... of course, I gave her my biggest all-time measurement.

"Your hand again, please?"

I... handed it over. Jana held my hand gingerly, this time feeling the length of my palm. She laid her index finger across it.

"Aw," she said. "You've got little hands, too."

Too? It was almost too much, but I just nodded, hoping my embarrassment would be over soon. "Yeah."

She jotted something else down and appeared to make a quick calculation. "Hmm... well, I think I've located the problem, but we can't be sure of the cause just yet."

"W-what is it?"

Jana cleared her throat. "You have, um, a small... size... and it looks like barely an inch to spare." She pushed at her glasses again and smiled sweetly, trying to look professional not to break into giggles. "That troublesome microspace makes you borderline for a couple possible problems."

"M-microspace?"

"That's the... medical term... for the part of your penis that exceeds your grasp when there's less than an inch."

"What has this got to do with my carpal tunnel?"

"I don't think you have CT," Jana responded. "It seems more likely you're suffering from SMUT."

"Sm-smut...?"

"Yes," Jana nodded, matter-of-factly, as if I should already know. "Stunted Male Underdevelopment Tension. SMUT."

"W-well, what is *that* supposed to mean?"

Again my nurse hid another ashamed laugh behind her hand. "It's not a definitive diagnosis," she assured me. "But sometimes... if a man... pff--" And she couldn't hide it anymore and just busted out laughing. She waved a hand dismissively and made another apology.

I just sat there and took it, feeling two inches tall. There was nothing else I could do.

"Sorry," she said again. She turned the clipboard toward me so I could see a diagram she was describing comparing penises marked normal or undersized. "You see at 0 palm-to-penis distance, there is no tension, but it's that dangerous realm within the first inch after-- I mean, not that it can't be the only inch, or not even-- where you have not enough room for your, um, technique (she made a gesture like she was pinching a bit of the air between two fingers and jerking it up and down) to evenly distribute the wear on your wrist. The targeted acceleration in deterioration can sometimes mimic carpal tunnel. You're far too young for CT, but with the percent of your time you put in... releasing your tensions, you probably have a SMUT problem.

"Now there are all kinds of complications you could be at risk for, given how you're on the border of some things with your inadeq-- ahem, modest size," she continued, probably blushing herself. Her lips curled. 

"Chronic Underdevelopment from Masturbation, um, Smallman's Syndrome, Small Penis Early Ejaculation Disorder, Shortman's Height Ratio Impairment in Male Progress, Wankee's... sorry, I've never had to list these out to a patient before. It's just so rare! Dr. Hunglovin will know better."

Here was this hot nurse, sticking her hip out with her clipboard and glasses, in her tight uniform and heels, listing off all the ways my penile inadequacies (and she *had* called them that) could be the direct result of the pain in my wrist-- it sent me over an edge. My cock stirred restlessly, irresistably inside my underwear, straining as it could against my leg. Only, where a minute ago I was about to paint the inside of my jeans white, now my balls felt impossibly blocked up.

"Sorry, I know it's embarrassing. I'm embarrassed FOR you-- I mean." Jana put her hand to her mouth again. Despite her chocolate skin, I could tell from her expression that she was definitely blushing deeply. When she recovered herself, she set her arms akimbo and asked in a return to her more serious, professional tone, almost patronizing. "Do you need a minute?"

Feebly, I nodded. To my surprise she took her clipboard and headed for the door. "Okay, the doctor will be with you."

She paused at the door and gave me a pointed look. "One minute," she told me, and closed the door behind her.

I was flabbergasted for about 5 seconds until I decided from her tone that Jana had just given me 55 more seconds to "take care of myself" while she talked Doctor... what was her name again? With so little time, eager for release, I fumbled at the button for 5 seconds, unzipped my jeans whipped my pants down, struggled for a second or two with my underwear until my erection popped free of its confines and I grabbed it in my hand, barely any room to stroke as usual and thinking "Oh, God, half a minute to finish AND get my pants back up," I went to town on myself, whacking off furiously.

While my mind was little elsewhere, with little time left, the door opened. Only it wasn't Jana standing on the other side, it was Dr. Hunglovin: a skinny, nerdy-looking redhead in a lab coat. She gasped and stood there with a hand at her pert booby while the other shot up to her mouth in shock.

I looked down in that instant and saw what couldn't have been even close to a full inch of cock barely peeking out from the top of my fist. Before I could so much as shout in surprise, a thick gob of semen shot up at my eye. A second launched across the room in a spasmic flick.

"Oh m--!" Dr. H shouted, but she was so surprised that she didn't get to a second complete syllable before she burst into reactionary laughter. "I'm *SO* sorry."

She retreated into the hall, shutting the door behind her as quickly as possible. I could hear her giggling on the other side. Then there was the click of another pair of heels approaching and I heard Jana talking.

"Did you see the patient, doctor?"

"Yes. I'd definitely put him on the shortlist for SHRIMP or Smallman's."

"Do you think he has CUM?"

"It's rare for patients his size to have CUM. But SPEED, almost certainly! Just a minute..." I heard some flipping through charts or something. I'm not totally sure-- 

I'm better at picking up on voices than anything else. Anyway, they conferred for a bit in quieter tones and then Dr. H advised, "focusing the diagnosis around SHRIMP, Smallman's, or Shorties" and recommending "further tests in a future diagnostic cycle after use of... the device."

Jana made a noise of agreement and the doctor in her heels went clampering off. And Jana knocked at the door. "Everything okay in there?"

"Yes," I said. I had my pants back up by this point, and I'd wiped up my jism with that super-thin paper they use to cover the patients' bench and rolled that bit out of sight. I was getting all hot at the possibility of being a medically certified SHRIMP dick. "Come on in."

Jana entered slowly, holding something behind her back. Her eye-catching jugs bounced with her every deliberate, sexy step. "After conferring with the doctor, we decided we need you to do some more tests yourself before we continue your diagnosis."

"Wha? So I'll have to come back?"

"Yes," my nurse said, smiling eagerly. "Without these tests, it would be impossible to tell if you're a SHRIMP or a Shorty, or even if you have CUM. It won't cost you, you'll be contributing to research."

"Oh, um, okay," I mumbled. I kicked my dangling legs around noncommittally. I hoped it wouldn't take too much time.

"We'll need you to use this." Jana produced an object from behind her. It was a plush-looking pair of tongs or forceps about the size of two rubber fingers with moist-looking, smooth beads at the tips.

"What is it?" I asked, but I think I already suspected.

"Medical tweezers," she explained. She pinched them together and gyrated them up-and-down and mouthed, "For your little dick."

If I hadn't just cum, I would've been rock hard. As it was, my weiner laid limp, useless and feeling all the tinier for being openly humiliated by my hot nurse. "H-how... what--"

"Take this home with you and, um, use it when you can." Jana was trying hard not to laugh again, so hard it forced her lips into a pout. She pressed the tweezers into my hand and patted my closed hand as if it were a cute, baby animal. "We don't want you to hurt that poor, little wrist anymore. You wouldn't want to break it, would you?"

"O-of course not. What should I do?"

"When you use these, immobilize your wrist." Jana put the tweezers in my grip between my thumb and index finger, guided them down towards my groin in my pants, and coached my hand through the motion. She whispered, "Move it from your elbow, like this. That's right. And make sure you keep to your schedule. 35 times a week. We can't allow any variation for the tests."

I gasped.My ears were burning. Her words, her breath, were fire. 

"We need the most you can do to guarantee a good sample. And come back next week, we'll run some more WIMP tests on your little guy-- I mean, wrist." She didn't. She let go of me and went to retrieve another piece of paperwork from a low drawer. Her big, shapely butt strained against the bottom of her uniform like two moons stuffed in a pillowcase.

When she found it, Jana asked me to fill out a final form signing my consent to the WIMP test, verifying my embarrassing stats were correct, and avowing my safe use of the specialized forceps for medical purposes only. With that, she said I could go.

I said my thanks, got up, and went for the door. I opened it to leave when Jana called out to me:

"I hope you love your new tweezers!"

"I... thanks." I knew that I would, and I'd think about her and the doctor while I tweezed off my medically problematic, little dick. 



The Wincher's Stance



James had often paused to look at the statue on his visits to Buchanan bus station. He regularly caught the bus to Edinburgh and whenever he did, he would make sure to take a look at this beautiful statue. Two reunited lovers, throwing themselves into each others' arms. He had a bag by his feet with a newspaper protruding from a side pocket. She was wearing a short dress and had a tear rolling down one cheek.

He had often paused to look at it. With admiration, appreciation of the emotions it captured, enjoyment in its beauty, simplicity and subtlety. She was shorter than he and had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. He was leaning back and holding one arm round her back, another round her shoulders. Tenderness, sadness, happiness... all were captured in this statue.

He had often lingered and looked at it himself. With his own sadness, his own pleasure, his own dreams. He had never looked at it with trepidation as he did now.

Erin stepped up behind him, placed a hand on his shoulder and then circled the statue slowly, studying it from all angles.

"This is it, then?" she said, softly. "Your famous statue? This is what you've talked about so often? This is the infamous wincher's stance?"

James winced and the magic evaporated in a puff of snobbish distaste. Everything about that statue was great, perfect, beautiful... and then there was that name. The wincher's stance. The name that took a thing of art and dragged it down into the gutter of the Glaswegian Ned-Culture dialect. Why would someone take a kiss, give it such an ugly alternative name and then imagine that it could apply to a statue, This statue? This romantic, beautiful work of art?

"Don't be so melodramatic all the time," Erin said. "It's just a name. I think it's kinda funny."

"It shouldn't have a funny name." James protested automatically. He paused for a moment, looked at his girlfriend's face and gave up. It was an old complaint and no-one was taking him seriously any more.

He looked around the crowded station.

"Is everyone ready?" he asked.

"Yeah. I think so. Are you ready, though?"

He had to stop and think about that. Was he ready? Right up to this last moment, he had anticipated that he might have to get pretty persuasive to prevent Erin from backing down at the last moment. He had even been prepared to cancel everything if she really couldn't ultimately go through with this. But she hadn't backed down and now seemed eager to get on and suddenly, unexpectedly, it was he who was having the crisis of confidence. With no-one else to pass words of encouragement to, he was painfully aware that he no longer had any left for himself.

But lurking at the back of his mind, he knew that he would do this. He was under no illusions as to his own bravery and knew very well that when it came to that final moment of choice, he would be more scared to back down and face up to everyones' jeering and (even worse) words of consolation than he would be to just swallow back his fear and carry on.

"Yeah," he said eventually. "Yeah, I'm ready. Let's just wait a few minutes longer and give some of the people a chance to disperse, first."

They had timed this well. It had been a tough decision, admittedly. Choose a moment when there would be very few people around, so as to provide less of an audience – fewer people to be shocked, offended or (they hoped) amused, entertained and appreciative of the show? Or choose a moment where the place would be crowded, to create the level of confusion that might make the difference between them getting away with what they were about to do or being apprehended and facing an embarrassing interrogation at the local police station?

He looked round and made sure that Erin was right. Yeah, there were all their friends, lurking around with various cameras. Video cameras, digital cameras, plain old ordinary everyday run-of-the-mill cameras – whatever could be rustled up. They wanted as much evidence of this as possible. For every picture that would be a good one, surely there would have to be half a dozen or so that failed to make the grade – so they would saturate the whole event with as many as possible. And the tapes would be taken away and edited together to form some decent video coverage as well. There was even talk about selling the tapes – it was widely believed that Channel 4 would be interested in showing the results.

Suddenly he realised that although the place seemed crowded, their friends were currently outnumbering the travellers by nearly two-to-one.

"Now or never, darlin'," he muttered to Erin in a moment of dynamic abandon and swiftly started to unbutton his jacket.

She grinned nervously, and did the same. In the background, the flashes were already going as their friends moved in closer and one or two strangers began to turn in their direction, curiously.

He cast his jacket aside and kicked off his shoes – carefully chosen for their ability to slip on and off, ordinarily he would never have allowed himself to be seen publicly in them. All he had been wearing under the jacket was a pair of loose fitting, jogging trousers. No shirt, no underwear. And still, he had been wearing that little more than Erin.

By now, she had undone her last button and was holding her jacket closed, waiting until the last possible moment before she would throw it aside. It went down to her knees. The logic was that while a woman could wear a long jacket and have bear legs without anyone looking twice or wondering, a man would simply be screaming "flasher!" to the world at large. So, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves until the moment of truth, it had been decided that although James's jogging trousers would slow things down by a vital few extra seconds, it was worth the time.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, caught Erin's eye and then quickly pulled them down and stepped out of them. Anna stepped round the statue and took in the scene in its entirety, as Erin finally discarded her jacket as James straightened up.

People were freezing in midstep now, turning to take in the unexpected piece of cabaret in their midst. Even now, most of the faces were still blank as they struggled to assimilate the events and decide on the most appropriate response. Outrage? Excitement? Encouragement?

Erin and James threw themselves into each others' arms in a parody of the statue's pose and now their friends were snapping away in a complete frenzy. The video cameras were circling them eagerly. Erin pushed her lips towards James's and he leaned back slightly, encouraging her to fall into the same posture as the girl in the statue. Her cheeks were flushed red with excitement and it occurred to her that he had never seen her look so beautiful. He could feel his cock swell, where it was trapped between their bodies and also feeling it, Erin giggled throatily and pushed her groin against it lasciviously.

Out the corner of his eye, James was aware that they were genuinely the centre of attention now and even some of the passers-by had pulled out cameras of their own and were joining in with the photographs. An old lady was standing by with a look of jaw-dropped, stunned amazement and a young male youth was turning away and adjusting his trousers to conceal the bulge that had formed there. Enjoying himself now, James dropped a hand and cupped one of Erin's arse cheeks and suddenly, people were cheering and offering encouragement.

Then, simultaneously coming to the same conclusion, the two young lovers stepped apart from each other and breathing heavily, began to gather their clothes together and struggle back into them. Painfully aware of his cock being semi-erect, James suddenly felt self-conscious once more, but found himself being heartened at the sound of some more cheering and glanced up to see three or four women waving at him and grinning evilly. Half in his jogging trousers, he straightened up momentarily, spread his arms and gave them an ironic bow, relishing the way they turned scarlet and swung away, laughing loudly. He pulled the trousers up the rest of the way, accepted his jacket from a strange woman who helped him into it and slapped him on the back. He suddenly realised that he was grinning widely and clasped his jacket closed. The woman stretched up and kissed him on the cheek.

Two uniforms were making their way through the crowd, and James caught one of his friends' eyes, but they had already been seen and the photographers were already preparing to intercept them and get in the way, as per prior discussion. James and Erin turned in the opposite direction and started to hurry away.

Suddenly, someone blocked their way and pulled them up short. James's head snapped up in surprise and found a male youth sticking his hand out and grinning at them. James accepted it and the youth clapped him on the shoulder.

"Good one, mate," he said.

"Cheers!" James replied, fervently wishing he could think of something profound to say. "Thanks."

Erin grabbed his hand and started to drag him past the youth towards the nearest exit. As they hurried out the train station, they were aware that everyone who had witnessed the show had started up a round of applause.

The van was waiting outside with the engine running and they climbed into the back and closed the door. Claire was behind the wheel and as soon as they were inside, she started driving off and almost immediately had to stop in the midst of traffic. In her wing mirror, she could see the two uniforms hurrying out of the station and looking round, but James and Erin were well concealed in the back of the van. Their friends were also hurrying outside and dispersing in various directions.

"How did it go?" she called back to them.

"Brilliant!" Erin shouted

"You did it then? Seriously?"

"Too bloody right! Can't you hear that?"

They all listened. Sure enough, even now they could hear laughter and an excited babble of voices as other people left the station and looked round.

"There's proper clothes back there, folks," Claire called out and the two saw a sports bag, with the zip drawn back.

In the cramped confines of the van, they shucked off their jackets once more and James sat down on the floor and struggled out of his jogging trousers. Claire looked in the rear view mirror and grinned.

"Enjoy yourself then did you, Jimmy?" she said.

Erin laughed and reached out to close a hand round his cock. He was fully hard now and she squeezed him lightly. He sighed and she drew her hand away.

"Later for that, darlin'," she said and started pulling on her underwear.

He rummaged around in the bag for his boxer shorts and laughed happily. "What next then?" he asked.

"Well, let's just see how these pictures turn out before we make any more plans," Erin said. "But I'm kind of thinking about... Oh, I don't know... Edinburgh Castle"

"Are there any statues in there?" James asked. "I don't think I can think of any that would be fun to copy."

Erin grabbed his chin and turned his head to face her, then kissed him hard.

"Statues, eh?" she said. "Use a bit of imagination, Jimmy."

"Yeah," called out Claire. "Who needs a statue, when you've got plenty of cannons to pose on?"

Erin mumbled something, but she was giggling pretty hard by now and it was a few seconds, before James could work out what it was she had said.

"Mons Meg, here we come."



The Winchester Brothers



These characters are not mine. I do not own the rights to these characters.This is completely fiction. Every one in this story is over 18 years old.

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"Hey, Sammy, why don't you go and grab some more beer?" Dean asked as he flipped through the channels in the cheap motel finding nothing of interest. They were on another hunt, sometimes Dean felt like they all ran together. All the while never getting a thank you or a good job. "Bunch of ingrates." he sighed to himself. Still flicking through the channels he stopped at the adult pay-per-view. "Sammy won't be back for at least fifteen minutes." He thought. Dean looked through most of the options, and the usual didn't appeal to his need. He kept scrolling down. Glancing at each title and nothing did it for him. "Sluts And Butts" "Naughty Nuns" "School Girls Going Down" 'Amy the Anal Angel" and "Busty Asian Beauties" . None of his usual favorites made him stir. He kept scrolling until he saw "Mutual Masturbation" He stirred and his pants tightened. He clicked on the title knowing that it cost a ridiculous amount, and not caring because it was a stolen card that paid for the room.

Dean caressed himself, pretending that someone elses hands rubbed across his chest, and pretended someone elses hands lifted up his shirt and ran each digit over his sun roughened skin. As he watched the actors on screen, he repeated everything that they did. As the men and women in the movie unbuttoned their pants. So did he. The music floating from the screen was relaxing and sensuous. He relaxed further into the worn sofa. Dean kicked his pants off like the actors did, caressed his chest as they did. He wanted this to move faster, reaching for the remote he pressed the fast forward key. The actors and actress on screen were now naked and were touching themselves. Dean reached inside his briefs, feeling the hard muscle that resided there. Dean knew he didn't have much time left, he grabbed his throbbing cock and ran his hand along the length over and over, only pausing when he heard the door knob turn.

Dean tried to cover his nakednes before his brother got an eyeful. He didn't get covered in time and shame flooded his cheeks. 

"Whoa," Sam shouted. "C'mon man, if you wanted some privacy, all you would have had to do is ask. Geez." 

Dean scrambled for his jeans, his erection never subsiding. "Damn it Sammy!" Dean yelled. 

"Don't stop on my account." Sam was about to burst into a fit of laughter. 

Dean knew his brother was on the verge of laughing, and pulled his pants on as quickly as he could. Dean had nothing to be embarrassed about in the size department, many of the women he had been with told him that his member was very large. Not the biggest they'd ever seen, but still pretty big. He was about eight inches but it was the girth most of the women could not handle. It was about three inches around.

This was indeed more embarrassing than the time Dean caught Sam fisting one of his midnight flings. Even more so than her asking Dean if he had wanted to join in. That was really embarrassing. When Dean was re-clothed, he went to his bed that was big enough for two. He couldn't stop the images that ensued. He saw men and women pleasuring themselves, and drifted off to sleep with the sounds of their moans in his ear. 

Something pulled Dean from his slumber, a whisper that was out of place. He rolled over so quietly as not to make a noise. He saw Sam moving his hand up and down underneath the covers making light whimpering noises. Dean almost sat up and asked what was wrong. Then it dawned on him what was happening. Dean was about to roll over to face the wall when a small gasp fell from Sam's lips. "Dean." he gasped. It was smaller than a whisper, but to Dean it was as loud as an atomic bomb. He instantly got hard. Dean also felt guilty about it. His mind was at war with his body. Sam made small frantic whispers as his impending orgasm reached its apex. He came with Dean's name on his lips. 

Sam rose from his mess, and went to the small closet like bathroom of the cheap motel to get a moist cloth to wipe himself and the bed clothes off with. Dean could hear the squeaky faucet turn on and hear the splash of water on the rag, he heard Sam return to his bed, and wipe down the wet spots. The rag was tossed into the garbage with a small rustle. Sam got back in bed with a sigh and fell into a relaxed sleep, while Dean wrestled with several of his own demons. He did not sleep for the rest of the night. 

Morning came slowly. No where was Dean to be found in the small motel. He had decided that sitting in the Impala and listen to his '80's metal was better than lying in a bed that refused to offer his weary head sleep. His face got hot every time his mind drifted to what Sam had said. Just one simple word yet it held so much more than any promise ever uttered.

Sam woke up refreshed. The light from the window danced on the back of his eyelids. He smiled knowing that he was going to be spending the day with his brother. His mind lingered on what he had fantasized about last night. He was expecting guilt to rear its ugly head, but it did not. He sat up with a sigh. Glancing at the clock; he noticed it was only six am, then to Dean's bed. It was empty and the bed was made. That made Sam anxious. Sam was always the first one up, and Dean never made his bed, not even when they were young and their father would scream at them to. Sam pushed a hesitant hand through his shaggy hair and stepped outside of the motel.

With his feet propped up sticking out of the window, Dean was leaned back in the seat, with his eyes closed. He was humming along to Metallica's "For Whom the Bell Tolls". He paused when he heard Sams feet crunch on the gravel. 

"Hey, Dean, what's up?" Sam voiced. 

"Oh, you know, Sammy. Just listening to one of the greatest bands. And relaxing. Stuff. Do you have any leads yet?" Dean rattled off awkwardly. His face burning with the memory.

"Yeah, Bobby said that they were in a farm house on route 41." Sam drawled in a relaxed tone. 

"Good. Pack up. We leave in ten." Dean articulated in short clipped syllables. 

"Whatever." Sam sighed. 

Headed towards Tennessee the two brothers sat in an awkward silence for most of their journey. Until Dean broke the silence.

"Sam, we need to talk about last night." Dean started.

Sam blanched. His face now heating with the memory, and now guilt bucked up and made his scalp prickle.

"Yeah? What about?" Sam said apprehensively. He hoped his brother hadn't witnessed what he had done. 

"About you gasping my name when you were jerkin' it! C'mon man! What else would I be talking about!?!" Dean said with one puff of air. 

"Oh, um..." Sam couldn't think of what to say next. He had pleasured himself to the image that was seared into his mind. Of Dean. Half naked. Sprawled out on the couch. Cock in hand, no worry in the world, so relaxed. Worry free. So unlike everything Sam had ever seen in his brother. It made him so hot. 

"Damn it Sammy! Say something!" Dean shouted. 

"I don't know what to say Dean." Sam said in a small voice. "Dean, you have always been there for me. I just thought it was kinda sexy the way you were all sprawled out, totally relaxed and at ease with everything. I just couldn't get you out of my mind." 

Dean wasn't sure how he felt about this. He wasn't sure if he was angry at his kid brother for having those kinds of fantasies. He just wanted his Sammy to be happy. He would do anything for his happiness. 

"Sammy, I am sorry for yelling at you." Dean said as he pulled the car over on the shoulder. Dean stepped out of the Impala. He crouched down on the worn gravel, and sighed. Dean was always the one that was sure. He was always the confident one. Sam stepped out of the car and padded over to Dean, and crouched down next to him. 

"Sam, I... I just don't know what to say. Is this... Can we... Ugh!" Dean managed to spit out. 

"I would like to try something." Sam said his expression darkening passionately. "Stand up." He continued. 

Dean complied. He stood up and watched as Sam approached him like a predator slinking after wounded prey. His whole demeanor changed. Sam changed from the meek young nerd to the the most strong and passionate brother. He stood in front of Dean and lifted his chin with his index finger. Sam gazed into Dean's eyes. Begging him to make the first move, begging him to do anything. Wishing with every fiber of his being. Hoping with every heartbeat that Dean would crane his strong neck up and kiss him like Sam wanted him to. Sam knew Dean wasn't gay, but neither was Sam. Sam enjoyed everyone. Of any gender. He just wanted to be satisfied, and sadly he was never sated. Sam knew what could sate him. His brothers love. 

Dean let out a small growl. He reached up and kissed his brother with as much passion as he could muster. Dean could feel Sam's tongue snaking its way in between his teeth. He could feel the passion that his brother exuded. He could feel Sam's desire through the rough denim of the old jeans. A wave of emotion broke through the dam of Dean's conscious. Dean ran his hands through Sam's hair and held his face close closer to his own. Never wanting to let go; Dean trailed kisses down his brothers neck and continued his conquest until the gravel from the shoulder of the road dug into his knees as he knelt in front of his brother. Dean had watched countless girls do the same to himself. 

"Be still, Sammy." Dean said breathlessly.

"Please, Dean, don't do anything you will regret. I would hate myself if I caused you anymore suffering." Sam spoke with his heart beginning to feel like lead. 

Dean gazed into Sam's eyes from the gravel and loosened his belt, popped the button and pulled his jeans to this upper thighs. Cars zoomed by and Dean didn't care. This was almost like a dream, it was almost too surreal. The only thing keeping Dean sure he was awake was the dull pain the gravel caused his knees. He had seen this countless times in movies and it had been performed on him hundreds of times by faceless women. Dean reached into his little brothers briefs and felt the hot, hard muscle that was tenting against its confines. Dean had never held another mans cock before. It was nice to be holding something that he knew how to control. He stroked it softly, and heard Sam sigh, the relief Sam felt was immense. In a daze Dean kissed the head of his brothers member and cupped his sac. Dean put his lips around the circumference of his brothers head and swirled his tongue around the slit tasting the salty sweetness of Sam's precum. Dean put more of his brother in his mouth wanting to taste him all. Needing this freedom. Letting go of all of his inhibitions he tried to force Sam all the way down into his soft throat. Dean slid his lips along the hard shaft of Sam's fully erect cock, 

Sam was raking his hands through Deans soft hair. Dean's full lips wrapped so delicately around him. Sam felt elation. He was now complete. Sam knew that his orgasm was approaching. 

"Dean." Sam gasped. "I... It's... Please..." 

Dean knew full well what was about to happen. And he let it. Sam hung on to anything that was near. The orgasm that ripped through Sam was the most amazing thing that had happened in all of his short years.. 

Dean felt the first pulse of Sam's cock between his lips and felt the splash of his brother's cum on his tongue. It was better than ambrosia. The salty sweetness danced over Dean's palate. He kept sliding his saliva slicked hand over Sam's now softening member, trying to milk all of the seed that his brother had to give. And capturing the escaped cum inside his warm mouth, he let none slip through his lips. The only thing that pulled him from his revere was Sam's voice: "Dean, uhhh, please, it's so sensitive." air hissed from in between Sam's teeth. Dean pulled himself up from the gravel and dusted himself off. He saw how the dust drifted in the wind. 

"Sammy, I love you." Dean stated. 

"I love you to Dean." Sam replied. 

"Bitch."Dean playfully shoved his brother. 

"Jerk." Sam laughed back.



The Wind



A gust of cold wind burst through the vehicle, upsetting everything in its path. However, the young woman took her time pushing her golden hair back into place. Several strands lingered on her dry lips before relinquishing to her insistence. It had taken her at least 10 minutes before she had even turned off the car; she wondered how long it had been since. It was late afternoon and the day's heat had not yet subsided, but the sun's strength was waning.

As though on impulse, her small, shaking hands threw open the door and her pale legs led the rest of her body in a quick leap from the car. She slammed the door shut with the full force of her frail figure. Falling back onto the warm metal, the girl put her hand to her heart and felt a furious, timid drumming. She released the breath she'd been holding and attempted calming herself with controlled meditative breaths. Mouth shut. Breathing in through the nose. Filling the hollow void inside with more emptiness. Breathing out through the nose, squeezing and wringing out the poisoned dead air. Eyes closed. In through the nose. Out through the nose. In and then out. In and then out. The calming rhythm had replaced the nervous, unsteady tempo with one much more akin to a master's unwavering staccato.

Snapping her back to reality was a cruel and fiercely frigid wind slapping at her face, causing her white cheeks to turn a brilliant shade of crimson. Her thin cardigan did little to protect her; the nearly transparent gauze of her skirt easily submitted to the chill. She shivered and gazed cautiously at the cemetery gates. The wind was far too cold for such a warm day and it did little to ease the ominous tension growing in her stomach.

The increasing sickness in her gut brought back a flood of memories, as well as a sudden desire to vomit. These memories had been dammed up inside her mind for a year now, but there was no controlling the relentless white water of emotions consuming her. A wave of sorrow knocked her back: they would never be together again. A wave of hatred pushed her around: he was reckless and knew how dangerous it was. A wave of desperation dragged her down. A wave of desire floated her to the surface. A wave of happiness carried her towards shore. A wave of reality knocked her unconscious. She had died that day; today she was drowning.

In the absence of any reality, her feet had followed the urging push of the wind; deviating from the winding pebble road and stopping at their destination. The wind grew restless as it waited for her to acknowledge her surroundings, erupting in flurries in every direction possible. Slowly her senses began to return. The faint scents of blossoming spring buds mixed with decaying floral arrangements as they seeped into her nose. A soothing song of birds celebrating the new season echoed in her ears with cries of mourning. Salty wetness from her tears soaked onto her lips and tongue like a bad margarita. Her trance had seemed to heighten her senses, but the wind was selfish and worked hard to be the only thing she was aware of; a spiteful squall forced her once again to pay attention. 

She kneeled onto the lush green grass to prevent herself from falling; she had not realized her legs had become so weak until she tried to step back from his headstone. The cold, hard marble melted her anger and resentment the longer she stared at it. Her heart seemed to be tearing apart, but she knew this was not possible; it had been shattered a year ago. She knew it could never be repaired. The wind was howling in her ear with unbridled fury and hostility, shrieking like a wife whose husband had not come home for dinner, but had instead been with another woman. It seemed a fitting punishment to her for her avoidance in coming here.

It was unclear whether her voice had been audible or merely obscured by the wind, but her lips, cracked and rough, formed the answer she had waited so long to say. "Yes, I will be yours forever." Her skeletal hand slid the dainty ring from her finger; the sun hit the diamond's facets to reflect a brief rainbow prism in her dull grey eyes. The wind's howl faded to a contented sigh and caressed her cheek as she buried the ring close to the marble's base. She tried to breathe but felt entirely incapable. Sensing her sorrow, the wind wrapped itself around her in a comforting hug, squeezing a gasp of air out of her lungs.

If she could have answered him, even to say she didn't know what to say, would he have gone? If she only could have found the courage to say yes, would she be kneeling at his side rather than his grave? She hadn't feared losing him; she had expected it- but not that soon. But now she understood; now she was ready. Her love for him had finally overcome her fear of losing him.

A refreshing feeling shook her from yet another trance, releasing her from everything she had gripped on to for the past year. The setting sun seemed to be brighter, as though it were rising in protest of having to allow the moon its control. The bells of a nearby church chimed happily. She inhaled the freshness of the earth on her hands. Mouth shut. In through the nose. Out through the nose. 

Warmth returned to the wind as it playfully danced up her thighs and across her chest. The girl smiled as she leaned back, allowing her fine hair to drape onto the ground like a waterfall of silk. Her cardigan slipped from her shoulders to reveal the soft white skin of her breasts, but she did not move to fix it. The wind lifted her skirt to expose a garden of black curls; with heavy breath it teased her slowly. In response, her hips rose and her legs widened. As the skirt began to fall back to its proper place, the wind rushed to push it back up. The ruffled edges began to fall once more, but not before the wind could sneak in a quick kiss between her thighs. Unhurriedly the wind moved up her body, caressing every curve with the gentleness of an attentive lover. It lingered in the mess of her hair, trying in vain to untangle the knots it had caused and whispered into her ear the words she longed to hear.

Mouth shut, she breathed in through her nose, warming the butterflies back into their home. Breathing out through the nose. Eyes shut; she gazed into the face of her lover. In through the nose. Out through the nose. In through the nose. Out through the nose. She smiled as her guilt drifted away with the wind.



The Wind Down



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The Wind of Change



Note: This short story is a little different to usual things that I write about but it still contains themes of dominance that may not be to everyone's taste.



By way of background I should tell you that Jane and I have remained lifelong friends ever since we were seated next to one another in school. She has been married for some years and a continent divides us but we still keep in touch regularly.

Earlier this year I had an opportunity to spend a couple of days alone with her whilst her husband was at a conference during which time we did have to resort to her storm shelter.

During that enforced confinement she told that she envied me. She confided that she was happy but she described her marriage as "routinely comfortable". I suggested to her that one way to live out her fantasies might be to put them into writing.

She professed to have no writing ability, which is not strictly true, but it prompted me to confess to her that I do write. 

She immediately wanted to read something I had written and her excitement when she did so was almost overwhelming. She was a little angry that I had never told her before but, after that, she outlined her own special fantasy.

Darling Jane, this is the result. As we discussed, it is written from the husband's point of view; it is embellished but I hope I have done it justice. You must let me know if you do decide to let him read it and, if all else fails, my other offer will always be open to you...

The Wind of Change

Chapter One

It started with the first hurricane warning of the season. Our neighbour, Vanessa, had lost her husband less than six months previously and inviting her to join us seemed only natural.

Our storm shelter, which doubled as a den, was well appointed and with our daughter away at university we had a spare cot. 

In truth, Martin's death had brought me up with a jolt. At just thirty-nine he was two years younger than me and a lot fitter. You just do not expect a guy like that to succumb to a major coronary. 

Vanessa took it better than we all feared and, if anything, she seemed to come out of it with a renewed confidence. She was a woman who, in her late thirties, could still turn heads in the street and I noticed how even the younger guys were intrigued by her.

She arrived around nine, armed with a bottle of wine, and my wife, Jane, joked that it was like a pyjama party. All three of us were sporting tee shirts and jogging pants but I could not help but notice that Vanessa had eschewed a bra. As we sat drinking and laughing my eyes flitted to her chest with a guilty frequency. 

She was not quite as well endowed as Jane but her breasts seemed amazingly firm and her nipples had an arousing uplift. By contrast she was just a little heavy in the rear but, to my mind, that just made her even more attractive. When she tucked up her legs onto the sofa I felt a familiar stirring.

The plain fact was that, after twenty years of marriage, things were still good between Jane and I but there had been occasions recently when I had struggled to come up to the mark.

After an hour or so the wind began to get up and we retired to bed. We had a double and Vanessa had the single which was afforded some privacy but the simple expedient of pulling across a hospital style curtain.

Normally we would kiss goodnight and settle ourselves but tonight, for the first time in a long while, I prolonged it and kept our mouths gently pressed together. I sensed her surprise and the more so when I worked my hand under her shirt to find its way to her breast. 

She froze for a second or two, no doubt conscious of Vanessa just feet away, but I could already feel her nipple responding to my fingertips. Seizing the initiative I began to tug her shirt up over her head even though I could see her mouthing the word 'No!'

Ignoring her entreaty I took her engorged nipple between my lips and, at the same time, I pushed my hand down inside her track bottoms. 

I closed my fingers around the familiar contours of her sex and, to my surprise, I found that she was already becoming aroused. 

At that point she put both hands on my shoulders and held me still before she put a finger to her lips and silently shushed me. In the ensuing stillness we could both hear Vanessa's shallow, undisturbed, breathing.

Conspiratorially, she eased herself out of her track bottoms and I needed no encouragement to do the same. Within seconds we were both naked and I reapplied myself to her breasts.

Of late I had needed some encouragement to prime myself but now I spontaneously developed a fierce erection. Jane would have been appalled if she had known that I was, at that moment, fantasising about Vanessa but it was undeniably the case.

With indecent haste I eased myself between her legs and, even though I could tell that she was not entirely ready, I pressed home. 

Her hand found my hip signalling me to slow down but I felt a selfish need. Worryingly, I had, once or twice recently, wilted before I had even managed to come but there was no danger of that now.

Jane seemed to resign herself as she closed her eyes and lay back allowing me to pound at her with unaccustomed vigour. 

In something less than a minute I felt myself on the brink but then my heart quite literally skipped a beat. I felt the pressure of a hand at the small of my back and then I felt my balls being cupped.

There was no doubting who it was and I frantically looked down at Jane who, with her eyes closed, seemed totally oblivious.

I remained tensed, rooted deep inside, whilst a knowing fingertip teased my perineum. 

It was as though a switch had been thrown. I instantly came off the boil but my erection showed no signs of abating. In fact, the idea of Vanessa having hold of me in this way only served to pump me up even further.

After a few seconds her finger slipped away and, almost instinctively, I began to work my hips once more but this time my eagerness was tempered by the warm presence at my back. Vanessa leaned her weight into me dictating a slower pace which drew a dreamy smile of appreciation from Jane. 

The urge to look back over my shoulder was almost irresistible but I did not want to break the spell. I could feel that she was naked and the conjured image had me almost breathless. 

In reaction, I began to thrust more purposefully but when, a moment or two later, I felt that there was no turning back she intervened again finding the magic spot that held me in check.

Over the next ten minutes or so she must have performed the trick at least half a dozen times and, in terms of personal performance, I was well into uncharted territory. 

Jane's eyes remained tightly closed and I strongly suspected that she was living a fantasy of her own but this time the lover of her imagination was far from a disappointment. For the first time in a long time I saw the slightly anguished expression on her face that heralded the onset of her climax.

Feeling triumphant, I began my own race towards the finish line only to be thwarted at the very last. Vanessa stemmed my flow but, at the same time, pressed against me so that I was deep inside as Jane tried to stifle an exultant cry.

She worked herself against me almost painfully as she rode out the waves of pleasure and only when she was completely sated did Vanessa finally relent. She eased back a little enabling me to pick up a slow, purposeful, rhythm.

Jane's astonished look was priceless but her eyes remained resolutely closed as if she feared it was all a dream from which she might suddenly awaken. To my surprise she seemed to find fresh reserves of energy and she began to work with me. 

In all our years of marriage it had not occurred to me that she might be capable of so swift a recovery but, there again, I had never put her in a position to demonstrate. 

I was fired with a fevered lust that I had not felt since I was a teenager and, with Jane's encouragement, I began to rut with a joyful abandon.

This time Vanessa did not interfere except that, as Jane reached the zenith for a second time, she gently squeezed my sac whilst her thumb teased in a way that I did not wish to contemplate.

The result was a glorious ejaculation that seemed never ending before leaving me totally drained but, even now, my erection did not entirely abate. 

Jane looked blissful as she tried to catch her breath and I felt a feeling of excitement tinged with trepidation knowing that, at any moment, she was going to become aware of Vanessa's presence.

With that thought Vanessa placed a hand at my hip and I understood that she wanted me to withdraw. As I did so she took hold of my wilting manhood and drew it back through my legs. 

The pressure was insistent, almost painful, but she was doing something astonishing with her fingers. I moved down the bed a little to ease the discomfort but, at the same time, I could feel myself responding to her ministrations. 

Within just a few seconds she had coaxed me almost to a state of arousal and I found myself wondering how and where she had garnered this knowledge.

I found myself hovering above Jane's distended sex. It had been a day or two since she had last shaved and the almost indiscernible blonde pinpoints, now slightly damp, caught the subdued light whilst her normally discrete labia lay open in lazy recovery. 

To be honest, I am not a fan of oral sex. I perform, reluctantly, from time to time because I know that Jane enjoys it and, in truth, it is the one way recently that she has been assured of an orgasm. 

My thoughts turned to ushering Vanessa away altogether before things got out of control but her magical fingers were finding life where none deserved to be whilst, with her free hand, she began to massage the back of my neck.

I had not realized how tense I had become but she eased the tightness to such an extent that I could barely hold my head up. Almost before I was aware I had lolled until my mouth was almost touching Jane's heated sex.

She felt the warmth of my breath and became very still as if she could hardly dare to believe. 

I had never done this after making love and I had no wish to start but, just then, Vanessa pulled back on my manhood making me gasp and my mouth was immediately filled with the taste of Jane's wetness. 

I tried to pull away but Vanessa's hand at the back of my head kept me in place and something extraordinary was happening down below. I was fully erect once more and her fingers were kneading me with a subtle rippling rhythm. 

To my astonishment I realized that I was on the brink of a second climax and I found myself panting for breath much to Jane's delight. She was inspired to do something that she had not done before as slipped her legs over my shoulders and locked her ankles behind my neck. 

I thought that I was going to be suffocated and my instinct was to struggle but Vanessa's touch held out the promise of sensations beyond my experience. 

All I could do was to try and make Jane relax and, to this end, I reluctantly began to use my tongue. I felt, rather than heard, a deep seated groan of appreciation as I broached the liquid furnace that her sex had become. 

For a second or two my stomach felt uneasy but the comingled pool was not quite as bad as I feared. As she grew more excited it was quickly overwhelmed by the more familiar taste of her arousal.

Vanessa seemed attuned to my body in some uncanny way. She was alternately stroking and squeezing and my tongue felt slaved to her touch. Each time she applied a commanding pressure I gasped and found a deeper lodgement. 

Jane was in seventh heaven as she clawed the bedclothes in increasing ecstasy. Her body writhed with the effort needed to reach summit for a third time and then my mouth was flooded with her climax.

At the same moment Vanessa held me firmly and, with a final flourish with the pad of her thumb, I felt myself exploding into empty air. It felt as if she was draining me of my life force and, by the time I had begun to recover, she had slipped away behind the curtain.

Chapter Two

The following morning Jane could not keep the smile from her face and it became obvious that she was anxious for Vanessa to leave.

Vanessa, by contrast, acted as though nothing untoward had happened and, like me, she wanted to check out the storm damage. It turned out that our neighbourhood had got off relatively lightly. Some buildings had suffered minor structural damage and a couple of trees had been uprooted.

Unfortunately, one of those trees was a large oak which had shaded the garden of Vanessa's home for generations. It now lay sadly canted against the side of the house which was surrounded with hazard tape.

Vanessa set off to find someone who could let her know when she would be allowed back in and, having assessed that all was well at home, I checked with family members and other neighbours to see if any assistance was needed.

By early evening Vanessa had been given permission to collect some personal belongings but the building was still deemed unsafe for the time being not least because a second storm, albeit of lesser magnitude, was brewing.

It was only natural that we should offer her a second night's accommodation but I was surprised when Jane began preparing the den. The coming storm had not even necessitated a formal warning and would certainly have not been sufficient to drive us to the basement in the normal course of events.

Only slowly did it occur to me that she must have thought that my performance the previous night might have been spurred by the knowledge that Vanessa had been sleeping just feet away. I wondered how she would have reacted if she only knew the full truth of the matter.

As we sat drinking wine and watching television I felt strangely discomfited but at the same time extremely aroused. Once again I was wearing a tee shirt and jogging pants but the girls had opted for pyjama suits and Vanessa's pale gray satin affair was leaving little to the imagination. 

In the half light I kept on taking surreptitious glances. She looked totally relaxed and at ease with herself and I was trying to think who she reminded me of when I was the victim of a quirk of fate.

The film about to start on TV was '300'. Jane and I had watched it before with its comic book re-enactment of the Battle of Thermopylae. I did not think that she had enjoyed it and was about to switch channels when she told Vanessa that she had to watch just to see Gerard Butler in the lead role.

Jane very rarely commented on the physical merits of screen actors but, on this occasion, her enthusiasm would have shamed a teenager. Vanessa said that she was happy to watch it and raised an appreciative eyebrow when King Leonidas appeared on the screen.

The strange thing was that the actress that I had been trying to call to mind, for her resemblance to Vanessa, was playing the Queen to Gerard Butler's King. She had obviously appeared in other things but the coincidence was almost spooky.

When the film was over we said our goodnights to Vanessa and, unusually, Jane stripped off before slipping between the sheets. I always slept naked but it had been a long time since I had last undressed to reveal such a fierce erection.

Jane almost licked her lips but I felt guilty knowing that some part of me was hoping for a repeat of the previous night's performance.

The look of lust on her face was something I had not seen for years. I was not fooling myself, I knew that I was not the only man on her mind at that moment, but I was prompted to be daring.

She was surprised when I shimmied up the bed and pinned her arms with my knees offering up my erection to her mouth.

She was not averse to going down on me, in fact on some occasions in the past she had been almost too enthusiastic, but it had to be on her terms. I always had to be on my back so that she could retain control and I was never allowed to finish in her mouth. She insisted that I signalled my climax and then she would finish me with her hand.

Now I was asking her to trust me. I bundled another pillow beneath her head to make her more comfortable and then, after a momentary hesitation, she allowed me in. 

I leaned over and took my weight on my arms so that I could look down into her eyes but otherwise I did not move. Denied the use of her hands she used her tongue and lips to great effect and I had to stifle a groan. I could see that she was enjoying the pleasure she brought but I could also sense her uneasiness.

I was so desperate to come but equally I knew that I could not force myself on her. With an effort of will I prepared to withdraw when her eyes suddenly widened. I guessed that she feared that I had gone beyond the point of no return but then her eyes rolled upwards almost disappearing.

Her body stiffened and then relaxed once more. When she finally managed to look at me again there was a questioning look of sheer disbelief on her face but her pupils were so dilated that her blues eyes looked almost black.

She began to suck with renewed vigour and it was only the sudden presence of her knees pressing into my back that alerted me. 

I have never fainted, but I came close at moment as I looked back over my shoulder.

Vanessa was kneeling on the bed, serenely naked, with her hand covering Jane's sex. She gave me a knowing smile but she had the look of a surgeon as her fingers probed somewhere deep inside. 

Whatever she was doing was driving Jane to a paroxysm. She was whimpering whilst at the same time she took me deeper that she had ever managed before. I could hold back no longer until, that is, Vanessa cradled my sac. 

She applied a distinct pressure which held me teetering at the edge and I could not decide whether Jane was imploring me to come or was begging for her own release.

Finally Jane had to set me free as she gasped for breath but, as she did so Vanessa snaked her arm around to take hold of my still rampant erection. She pulled gently and I understood she wanted me to move aside. 

I did so a little awkwardly but the shocked look on Jane's face was a picture as she was finally able to confirm what she had already surmised.

Vanessa now had us both poised to explode but her primary focus appeared to be Jane. She was holding me firmly as I stood to the side of the bed but I could see the muscles of her wrist rippling as she appeared to single out a particular spot that was threatening to drive my wife crazy.

Jane whispered the single word "Please..." as if her life depended on it and that was Vanessa's cue to release me altogether. 

I thought that my incredulity could be stretched no further but Vanessa was about to disabuse me. 

In single fluid movement she adjusted her position and now knelt astride Jane's head facing me at the foot of the bed. 

She held herself with the assurance of someone who was perfectly in control and she looked truly beautiful. Her nipples stood proudly engorged betraying her own arousal and I noted the perfect vee of dark hair that delineated her sex. 

My erection strained in salute but my fear now was that things would turn ugly. Jane does not have a lesbian bone in her body and had, in the past, expressed her distaste.

Vanessa had badly misjudged but she seemed unperturbed. She still had her hand on Jane's sex but she now used two fingers to gently keep her open whilst a third coaxed her exposed clitoris.

I had never thought in terms of size but Vanessa had brought the delicate bud to a degree of prominence that was a revelation to me. Jane was breathing raggedly and her body was tensed.

Vanessa gauged the moment and then settled herself more fully so that Jane's face all but disappeared. The sight was such that I thought that I would spontaneously erupt. My heart was hammering in my chest but, somehow, time seemed frozen.




The Wind of Change



A slight broadening of Vanessa's smile suggested that all was to her satisfaction and then, for my benefit, she raised herself very slightly so that I could see Jane licking greedily.

Vanessa sealed her in once more but increased the tempo of her finger only to ease off when she thought that there was a danger of Jane reaching her climax before she allowed.

How long this continued I could not say. The muffled sound of Jane ministering to Vanessa punctuated by the occasional scream of frustration was the most arousing thing I had ever heard. 

Finally, she showed mercy and her finger became almost a blur. The thrashing of Jane's body bore witness to the intensity of her orgasm but Vanessa drove her through it and beyond until she lay limp with nothing more to give.

The room was now heavily scented with the product of womanly arousal and I was excited at the thought that it was not Jane's alone. I had never been unfaithful but I now waited for Vanessa to dismount and wondered if, just maybe...

I could not shake the notion that Vanessa knew everything that I was thinking. She remained exactly where she was, not making it an easier for Jane breathe normally, and beckoned me forward.

She silently gestured for me to take hold of Jane's ankles and to lift her legs. As I did so Vanessa held them place opening them wide in the process. 

Jane's body writhed in what may have been a struggle but my eyes were fixed on her sex now lewdly laid open to me. 

I needed no further invitation. I had remained erect throughout the whole performance and I was desperately in need. Jane groaned as I slid home and I had never known her to be so wet. Her inner core felt molten as I found my rhythm. 

Vanessa settled fully once more and her expression taunted me to show what I could do.

Fuelled by her seeming amusement I began to thrust almost brutally but I had a sense that this was exactly what Jane wanted of me. To the extent that she could she moved with me and, judging by the satisfied look on Vanessa's face, I suspected that she was working doubly hard. 

I lasted longer than I would have imagined, partly because I did not want it to end, but I could not defy nature. I closed my eyes and, with one last, deep, piston stroke, I surrendered to the inevitable.

It felt so powerful, so copious, that it must surely overflow but Jane's muscles held me in as she too found release.

When I had recovered enough to open my eyes it was to find that Vanessa had slipped away, as if she had been an apparition, but it did not matter. I laid down and held Jane tightly hugging her as I had not done for years. 

Eventually we began to kiss, in the guilty knowledge that her face and mouth was tainted by the scent of another woman, and as we did so I felt a renewed stirring...

Chapter Three

We slept late the next day and, when we did finally rouse ourselves, it was to find that Vanessa had already left. 

In truth, we were both relieved. Neither of us could bring ourselves to broach the subject of the previous night's proceedings and I think that we both needed time to try and make sense of it.

We almost tried a little too hard to make it a normal day. I used my laptop to log-on at work and sifted through my e-mails and then we had lunch at the mall before picking up some shopping.

When we got home there was a note from Vanessa in the door. She thanked us kindly for our hospitality and went on to explain that her insurers were putting her up in a hotel as it was feared that the damage to her house may have been worse than was at first feared.

My immediate instinct was to call her and tell her that she was welcome to stay with us but, for reasons I could not explain, I felt uneasy. Fortunately, Jane must have felt the same way because she rationalized the situation by saying that an up market hotel at someone else's expense might be fun for a few days whilst things were sorted out.

For the next two nights we made love with renewed enthusiasm but then things seemed to trail off. Neither of us spoke of Vanessa but, somehow, she was a spectre in the room.

It was almost two weeks later when we bumped into her at a meeting of the town council. On seeing her Jane turned to me and said, hastily, that we should invite her to dinner. I was surprised to hear her say it but it did make a strange sort of sense. If we could get our relationship with her back to normality it would exorcise our demons and that night need never be spoken of again.

Vanessa greeted us as she always had but when Jane offered dinner for the following Saturday she tried to cry off. She told us that she was meeting someone and that she already had a reservation. 

Jane would not take no for an answer and insisted that Vanessa must come and bring her friend along too. I thought that she was being a little presumptuous but there was no doubt that a party of four would be far more relaxed.

Both Jane and I were astonished when Vanessa arrived on the appointed day in company withnone other than Anke de Vries.

Anke was the nineteen year old daughter of Geert de Vries the magnate who owed the pharmaceuticals factory for which half the town worked. We had not seen her for some while but rumour had it that she had been expelled from University. 

I would not have been surprised. She had always struck me as something of a spoilt brat and we had discouraged our own daughter from socialising with her. Jane was always complaining about the way she dressed so provocatively and tonight was no exception.

Her dress could have been construed as lingerie. It was a very sheer, iridescent blue, affair with spaghetti straps and I was guessing it was ridiculously expensive. She complimented it with Greek sandals laced up her long tanned legs and I could sense Jane's disapproval. 

The conversation over dinner was centred on the legacy of the storm with Jane and Vanessa doing most of the talking. I could see that Jane was desperate to unearth the connection with Anke but was too polite to ask outright.

For my part I was trying not to stare. Anke was sitting opposite me and, with her blonde hair swept back in a severe ponytail, her intense blue eyes were given added emphasis. Our own daughter is beautiful but there was an almost ethereal quality to this girl with her flawless Nordic features.

After the meal we retired to the living room and I made coffee and brought it through. Jane was seated on the sofa but Vanessa had taken one of the armchairs and I was surprised to find Anke sitting on the floor at her feet putting me in mind of some sort of slave girl. 

Jane was venting her anger at the town council's inertia and Vanessa, who had far more reason to gripe, was nodding agreement but my attention was riveted on Anke. She held my eye and, as though absent-mindedly, ran the back her finger over Vanessa's calf.

I felt a twitch in my pants as she ventured a little higher and then I understood that she was playing with me. She looked pointedly at my crotch and then nuzzled Vanessa's knee with her cheek.

Within seconds I had developed a fully fledged, but painfully restricted, erection and Anke smiled knowingly. The flat of her hand slid slowly up the inside of Vanessa's thigh to disappear beneath her skirt and I was dimly aware of Jane coming to a faltering halt right in the middle of what she was saying.

Vanessa smiled down at Anke and stroked her hair as though it were the most natural thing in the world prompting the girl to turn and face her.

My heart was thumping but I had stopped breathing altogether. I wanted to see Jane's reaction but I could not tear my eyes away. Vanessa stood up slowly and Anke's fingers skilfully worked the fastenings of her skirt which slid down to pool at her ankles. 

I heard Jane give a stifled gasp and I forced myself to breathe as normally as I could.

Vanessa stood majestically as Anke leant forward and placed a single kiss on her black lace panties before deferentially easing them down her legs.

I knew that this was wrong, that, if only for Jane's sake, I had to speak out but my tongue felt cleaved to the roof of my mouth. 

Vanessa slowly unfastened the buttons of her blouse, letting it slip from her shoulders, before she dispensed with her lacy, half-cup bra. 

She now stood naked for our admiration and I was forcefully struck not by her obvious physical attributes but more by the certainty she had in her power over us. There was no doubt what was going to happen and she could have her choice of any of the three of us if she so wanted.

She sat down gracefully, as if taking a throne, and parted her legs to reveal her shrine. 

I felt almost mesmerized and, in a moment of madness, I was tempted to ease Anke aside and take her place but the young acolyte was already forming a trail of kisses along Vanessa's exposed inner thigh.

I was some feet away but, even from here, I could smell her arousal. How much more potent then must it have been for Anke as we watched her seal her lips and indulge her tongue.

On first contact she gave a gratified sigh and then we were hypnotized by the cadence of her breathing as she lovingly paid tribute. 

Vanessa, for her part, took firm hold of the long blonde ponytail and, with this rein, she guided Anke's eager mouth never deigning to look at Jane or me.

Her apparent disregard only served to increase my arousal and, for the first time in some minutes, I forced myself to look towards Jane. I was not sure what I expected, indeed what I hoped to see, but the sight of her with her hand lewdly lost within her panties came as a shock.

I had never seen her stimulate herself in this way before, and I was not sure what it foretokened, but I wasted no time. Within seconds I had my trousers unfastened to ease the strain of my painful erection.

It was not going to take much but some part of me urged restraint knowing that there might be more to come, perhaps even Anke herself.

As we watched Vanessa gently eased, a clearly reluctant, Anke away from her sex and stood up from the chair. She indicated that that Anke should take her place and then she crossed the room and sat next to Jane on the edge of the sofa.

Jane, her hand still guiltily at her sex, looked unsure and confused but Vanessa slid her own hand down entwining their fingers beneath the flimsy barrier of her panties. Some subtle movement made Jane sob with pleasure and then her hand was drawn away.

Vanessa rose and Jane followed allowing herself to be led across to where Anke reclined. 

Anke smiled and then gracefully arched herself so that she could raise her dress up to her hips. 

As her long legs were revealed, along with an absence of underwear, it was all I could do to keep control. I caught a glimpse of her perfectly depilated sex, with surprisingly prominent labia, but then my view was obscured as Jane slowly dropped to her knees.

My wife had been transformed into a completely different person. I did not recognize this wanton woman as she moaned with the effort needed to satisfy this young goddess. 

Anke looked smug but I suspect that it was the enthusiasm of the performance that got to her rather than any skill. She looked across at me with eyes charged with pure lust and, at that instant, I was terrified that I had let out the genie from the bottle.

Vanessa came and took my hand and I followed as she led me from the room. My eyes were transfixed as I watched the arrogant sway of her perfect posterior and I barely registered the fact that we were descending to the den.

She patted the single cot, and I vaguely wondered why she had not chosen the more spacious double, but I laid down and awaited my fate.

It had not even occurred to me how ridiculous I must have looked with my erection still jutting from my opened trousers but she made short work of my clothes and soon had me completely naked.

She laid across me and the feel of her rigid nipples against my chest was like an electric charge. As she pushed my arms out above my head I thought that she was going to straddle my face but I heard the rasp of velcro and found my wrist held captive.

The cot was designed to be folded up when not in use and there were velcro fastenings at each corner to hold it closed. I felt a stab of unease but from somewhere far away I could hear Anke screaming in fulfilment.

I told myself that I needed to trust her and I put up no resistance as she quickly secured all four of my limbs. Content with her work she slipped away and before I could say a word she had left the room. 

I lay there, listening for her return, but she did not come. Instead, I caught the occasional sound from above including Anke's laughter and a banshee wail of pleasure from Jane. 

At least an hour passed and frustration turned to anger. My erection flagged only to be stoked up again as I tried to make sense of what I was hearing but then, at last, I heard them on the stairs.

As they entered the room Vanessa and Anke looked composed but Jane was dishevelled. Her naked body was sheened with perspiration and her hair was in disarray. Her eyes were bright with excitement and, had I not known better, I would have guessed that she had taken something.

The sight of them immediately heated my blood but something was wrong. There were more footfalls and then someone else entered the room. Anke moved aside and it was not so much the sight of the young man but the fact that he was completely naked.

I could not name him but I recognized him from the local college football games that I attended. My immediate thought was that this must be Anke's boyfriend but then, more bizarrely, I felt a sense of guilt that he had found us like this.

I mentally shook my head to clear my mind. This was my home and he was here uninvited.

Anke half turned and ran her fingers down the broad expanse of his chest as if inviting me to look. I pride myself on keeping in shape but I bore no comparison with this toned athlete.

There was not a spare ounce of fat on him, a fact made more obvious by his complete lack of body hair.

Any lingering thoughts that I may have had concerning the possibility that Anke might be attracted to "the older man" were immediately dispelled. His movie star looks were the equal of hers and we mere mortals paled in comparison. 

My mind now turned to what had been happening in my absence. How long had he been in the house and how had they been enjoying themselves whilst I was left alone?

Vanessa sensed my disquiet and whispered something to Anke which immediately made her smile. She slinked across the room and then kissed the tip of her finger before touching it to the end of my nose. 

It seemed an odd thing to do but I was given no time to dwell on it. With feline agility she sprang from the floor and mounted my face. 

I was so taken by surprise that I failed to take a breath and, for a second or two, I struggled beneath her until she relented and lifted just a little. She knelt with her back to the headboard so that she could face the others but I was left staring at the taut curves of her perfectly formed backside. 

It was obvious what she wanted from me but the presence of her boyfriend raised a sickening possibility. As if reading my mind she eased back just enough for me to see that her sex was glistening with arousal but was otherwise unsullied.

Having thus assured me she resettled impatiently and I found myself bearing her weight.

Had anyone suggested to me that I could be aroused in such circumstances I would have laughed at them but being helpless beneath her, a servant to her whims, was just such an incredible turn on.

I put out my tongue and began to lick and the rich taste of her quickly filled my mouth. I was fascinated by the texture of her exposed labia, so different to Jane's, and then I began to work deeper within.

After just a few moments my face was bathed in perspiration but I ignored the discomfort as she began to dictate events by exuberantly rubbing herself over me. I was so lost in the madness of the moment that I did not notice the yielding of the mattress until Anke lifted herself free to reveal her boyfriend kneeling behind her. 

I felt hideously closed in and instinctively tugged at my unyielding restraints but he seemed not to notice me. He was fully erect and from my supine vantage point his manhood took on monstrous proportions. 

His meaty hands took Anke by the hips and she eased back to meet him. I watched with unnerving clarity as he probed for the entrance to her sex and then, inch by inch, he worked his way within.

In response Anke gave a groan of pure, unadulterated, delight. I would have thought it impossible to fully accommodate him but he pushed to the hilt so that I was afforded an unwelcomed view of his straining balls.

He gave her a moment to adjust and then he began to move. To begin with almost imperceptibly, displaying an unexpected gentleness, but then, slowly but surely, he began to thrust full length picking up speed as he went. 

Anke's sex looked impossibly stretched but she was urging him on and her excitement was evidenced by a warm seepage which decorated my face. 

I envied him both his stamina and the virility of youth but his performance was arousing me in a way that I would not care to admit to. My erection ached with need but it was suddenly relieved by the silky attentions of someone's mouth.

I could not see who but, in a traitorous moment, I desperately wished that it was Vanessa. The vague remembrance of being allowed to come between a woman's lips was almost too much to bear and, when I felt the fleeting touch of a tongue on the tautness of my balls, my hopes soared. This was something that Jane disliked even though she knew what it did for me. 

I felt my body tensing but then Anke arched her back just a little. As a result her sex brushed my chin but, more disturbingly, her boyfriend's sac nestled on my mouth. 

My world was bounded by the humid enclosure of their young bodies where every intoxicating breath I took was scented by their passion. I felt disembodied, capable of things which, only days before might have repulsed me.

It was a few seconds before I was even aware that I was using my tongue contrasting the saltiness of his masculinity with the sweetness of Anke's offering.

Somehow, my acquiescence was signalled and my reward was to savour a new sensation, something I had only ever dreamed of. The tongue between my legs began a darker exploration, at first coyly but then more boldly seeking a way in. 

The exquisite, teasing, pleasure of it almost made me delirious and Anke chose that moment to move again. She allowed me to see and laughed at my astonishment when I discovered that Jane was my tormentress.

She looked completely absorbed in what she was doing, her tongue still probing, but then I felt a more solid intrusion. Instinctively, I fought against it but I was no match for her determination. She slowly twisted her hand until she had a single finger buried to the root.

I expected to feel pain but, after a second or two of initial discomfort, my body adjusted and it felt as if she was hard wired to my erection. I found it difficult to believe but the subtle movement I could feel inside was threatening to make me come. She held me precariously balanced knowing that she could trigger my release whenever she wanted but the game had not been played out. 

Anke laughed and reached back between her legs. She eased the still raging erection from her sex and I noted how her delicate hand could barely encircle it. Forcing against its natural inclination she pulled it downwards towards my mouth.

I wanted to refuse but it glistened with her essence and I felt powerless to resist. All of this she understood and her laughter taunted me as she watched me capitulate. At first I licked tentatively but she wanted more. 




The Wind of Change



She pushed against my mouth more forcefully whilst, at the same time, Jane ratcheted my arousal a notch higher and it was with a mixture of both trepidation and exhilaration that I began to suck.

I felt almost delirious, and was prepared to accept anything that happened to me, but the scene shifted. 

Anke and her boyfriend slipped away and, in the momentary wash of reality, I was aware of Jane, her eyes wild with excitement. She had one hand firmly gripping my shaft and the other still lost to sight but very much in control.

I was willing her to let me come when Anke and Vanessa took up station on either side of me and began to run their hands over the whole of my body.

I had never felt so sensitised. Their gossamer touch edged me upwards towards a previously undreamed of plateau and I feared that my heart would give out.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm down but that only allowed for another movement in the dance. Now it was Vanessa's turn to settle on to my face and avail herself of my tongue and I gave willingly to this goddess who had opened the door to this new realm of experience. 

I felt Anke's fingers pinching at my nipples, testing the margins between pleasure and pain, and then Jane left hold of me altogether. 

I wanted her to mount me, to ride us both to nirvana, but I could not form the words with my mouth filled with the richness of Vanessa's sex. I felt her releasing my captive ankles and then it was almost a disappointment when her finger sought out my opening once again. 

Strangely, with my legs now free, she seemed to find her task more difficult but then my ankles were powerfully uplifted.

Those next few seconds were, perhaps, the longest of my life. With a dark foreboding I understood what was happening and the one clear thought in my mind was that Jane must defend me. 

A count of hands proved me wrong. Vanessa had her hands entwined beneath her hair at the back of her neck as she rode my face and I could feel four more caressing my body trying to get me to relax.

The impossible intrusion had me screaming deep into Vanessa's sex, and the penetration seemed never ending, but then I felt the warmth of his muscular thighs pressed against my defenceless backside. 

The eagerness of Jane's tongue now made sense and I was grateful for it. I should have hated this with every fibre of my being but the truth was that my body was already remoulding itself. I could feel my muscles stretching, accommodating, and as they did so my erection raged unabated.

There was a pause and I assumed that they were awaiting a reaction from me but I was all too aware that, even if I objected, I remained totally helpless. 

I tried to examine my feelings. At some level my senses were heightened beyond imagining but I also recognized that, bizarre as it seemed, I was trying to prove myself worthy of Vanessa.

Even as the thought was formed her sex began to deliquesce, filling my mouth as if bestowing a gift, and then the mattress yielded again.

I felt a welcoming tightness sheathing my erection and another bodyweight straddling my hips. With the tableau now seemingly complete the shaft on which I was pinned began to move.

He could not have known for sure but he treated me with the gentleness becoming a virgin. He took his time, allowing me to come to terms with each lengthening invasion, until he found a steady but irresistible rhythm. 

There was pain but it was a dull ache that formed just one component of the sensory overload that was threatening to overwhelm me. 

Vanessa rose and turned through one hundred and eighty degrees before she settled again and I could see that it was Jane who was riding me. She was taking her tempo from the unending thrusts that I was enduring and her head was thrown back in ecstasy as Anke's hands caressed her breasts.  

Vanessa smiled down at me as her fingers preened the dark covering of her sex, telling me without words, that I still had work to do.

I tried as best I could but they were now moving as one making impossible demands of my body. In a final moment of incandescent turmoil I felt him make one last lunge and then he was coming inside me. It was enough to trigger my own release and I reared up with the raw power of it lifting Jane from the bed.

The aftermath was a blur. They ghosted away from me one at a time, like actors leaving the stage, and I felt as if steam would rise from my heated body. It took a long time to form a coherent thought and only then did I notice that my ankles had been bound again.

The four of them gathered round me, smiling down, and Vanessa touched my face.

"You didn't think we were finished...did you?"

Epilogue.

The news broke a few days later. Once the insurance repairs were completed Vanessa was not going to return home. She was going to rent out the house and take a place nearer the coast.

I wondered if Jane felt the same hollowness that I did. I think we both recognized that she would have tired of us anyway. To her we were just an amusing interlude but the trouble was that she had awakened something in us and we had no idea how to fulfil it or even if we really wished to. 

I did see Anke in town a couple of times but she looked right through me as if we had never met and gave the impression that I was beneath her dignity. One real loss was the college football games. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long time before I would attend another one.

Ours is a sleepy little town and I always thought that everyone knew everyone else's business but Vanessa had intuitively tapped into some dark underside. It left me questioning whether or not there might be others like us touched by her spell.

Now, when Jane and I were out and about, I found myself looking at other women and wondering just how broad minded they might be. I suspected that Jane had the same thoughts as she checked out the college studs.

After about a month I knew that, for the sake of our sanity, we were going to have to face this and decide exactly what we were prepared to do about it. I was fixed on this resolution one night when there was a ring at the doorbell. 

The woman standing there was a tall brunette. I guessed she was in her early thirties and she had an arresting beauty. I was so drawn by her deep brown eyes that it was a second or two before I noticed her discrete clerical collar.

"Hi, I'm Beth. I'm an old friend of Vanessa's and I'm going to be renting her house. She told me that you and your wife might have a problem that I am equipped to help you with.."



The Wind Playing With Our Pubes



Hi Sweetlips,

I've just checked into the hotel. You had your voicemail turned on, so I decided to give the hotel stationery a try.

I miss you so very much. It's really bad this time. I've already been missing you ever since the moment we said goodbye at the airport. I've still got a clear picture in my mind of you standing on the roof terrace, waving at me as I walked over to the plane. Your blonde hair was waving in the wind. Your white skirt was waving in the wind as well; it looked as if your pussy was reaching out to wave goodbye to me.

I was so jealous of that breeze. I imagined how it must have been tugging at the little, curly hairs of your blonde bush, making your pubes rock back and forth. I imagined it streaking past your pussy lips, tasting you and tasting the dried up cum of the quicky we'd had before we'd left for the airport. What I would have given if I could have sailed over on the wind to dive in between those white stockings and taste your exquisite cunt right there on the roof terrace.

I'm glad you stayed to see me off. Unfortunately I couldn't see you anymore after I'd boarded the plane.

I don't know how I'm going to survive another four days away from you. Yes, I've been thinking on the plane about what you said. I know I should probably have been more understanding. But you can't imagine my surprise when you told me you'd started to feel jealous of my clients. I thought you were cool with it. I've been doing it for so many years. Hell, you know what it's like. You used to do it as well, before I got you out of that brothel three years ago. You know that you're not really having sex with a client when you're having sex with a client. Okay, that came out wrong. I mean: you know we always imagine ourselves to be somewhere else and with someone else. At least I know I do.

It's not so bad as what you had to go through. Unlike you in that third-rate brothel, I'm not being forced to fuck any client that wants a piece of my ass. I'm being paid for the company. Sex is just extra money. It's my choice if I go down on my client. I was thinking on the plane that maybe that's what makes it harder for you: the fact that it's my choice. You do know that I'm only doing it for the money, don't you, Sweetlips? I'm always doing it for you, to give you the life you deserve. Think of that when things get difficult, will you?

I should probably have said this before, but the work has been getting more difficult for me lately. It's not like back when I was twenty. Back then I just had to close my eyes and imagine I was getting a really hot babe off. After I'd met you, I had your picture in my mind every time I had to go down on one of these ladies. I'm sure tonight I'll think of you up on that roof terrace, your pubes waving in the wind, your white skirt gently rubbing against your thighs... If I close my eyes, I can almost smell your pussy, like its aroma was carried across the ocean on a gust of wind. It's getting me hard as I sit here behind the desk in my hotel room. But when I open my eyes, all I can see is the skyscraper across the street and a wave of depression rolls over me. These days I have to keep my eyes shut if I'm doing a client. I can't stand to look at their flesh. I never used to have that problem.

I can't stop worrying what would happen if I would stop. You know that it's the only thing I can do, don't you? Pleasing ladies is the only thing I've ever done in my life. It's the only thing I'm good at. I mean: can you picture me working behind a desk? Sure, I can read and write, but: I don't understand how it can be somebody's job to shove papers around. How does that work?

Or could you see me as a salesman? Hocking TVs and washing machines to housewives? Maybe I could be a car salesman. I wish you could get a load of the car the agency has got me. A dark green Aston Martin. Yeah, really. It was waiting for me at the airport over here. Clearly this client is a top-of-the-range spender. After I'd pulled up at the hotel and the desk clerk asked me for my name, I'd almost said 'Bond, James Bond'. I look a bit like him, don't I? Not that blond guy, of course. But the old one. What was his name again? Pierre Brostan or something? Yeah, selling overpriced sports cars and SUV's to bored, old millionaire's wives and daughters: maybe that's not so different from being a gigolo?

I don't know. How much would a car salesman make? You know how much we still need the money. How am I going to pay off the mortgage on our beach house if I quit my job with the agency? What if I can't find a regular job? Or if I can't make enough on a regular job? And don't start again about you getting a job. I just won't have it. You knew what you were getting into when you married an Italian. It's my job to provide and your job to look beautiful and give me lots of babies in a few years time.

I just checked out the client's file. She's not too bad looking, considering she's fifty-two. It says here she's a businesswoman, runs her own company. Maybe she would have a good job for me in her company? I've often had to pass for upper management. I've got that look down. Anyway, she needs professional company for a few banquets and meetings with bankers from the Middle East. Apparently she thinks they wouldn't take her seriously if they thought she was single. Seems like all business. So maybe she won't want sex afterwards. No, hold on... It says her she likes Robbie Williams and Greek food. Well, like I said: I'll be thinking of you when I go down on her.

Okay, I've got to go now. I have to take a shower before I go to pick her up at the Hilton. I can't go to a client with the smell of your pussy still clinging to my cock. We'll talk about the job and our future when I get back, okay? If you should need to get in touch with me, don't use the cell. My room number is 2031. Just leave a message if I'm not here. Yeah, that's on the twentieth floor. I've got a nice view over the city... not! It's all skyscrapers I'm looking at. Only if I look to the left I can see a little blue sliver of the ocean water in the harbour. If I put my nose up against the window, I can just see the wind playing with the little waves on the water's surface. I can picture the wind causing ripples like that through your pubes. Tell you what: when I'm back, we'll take the dune buggy out and find a nice, secluded place in the dunes where nobody can see us. We'll get naked and lie there all day in the sun, you and me, the wind playing with our pubes, my dick playing with your pussy.

Love,

Sal



The Windfall



Author's note: My thanks to Copperbutterfly for her editing expertise. My arthritic fingers tend to hit keys other than those I intended and she, thankfully, keeps me on the 'straight and narrow.'

I had to go through one railcar and into the next before I saw her. I had spotted her three weeks before for the first time, traveling on the same commuter route as me in the afternoon, sometimes the same in the morning although we often seemed to take different trains early.

In some ways, she was unremarkable. She always seemed to carry a book and when she found a place to sit, by herself if one was available, she immediately immersed herself in her book, never drawing attention to herself. Yet, because of my interest in certain 'types' of ladies, I had spotted her and the more I saw of her, the more my interest was piqued.

Some men ignored such women. She was, by some standards, large, sometimes referred to as a big beautiful woman, or BBW. You could see the disdain in the eyes of some men as they roved over her and passed to others. Not me. She had the form that stirred my blood every time I laid eyes on her. She had curves where a woman should have curves. Even though she generally wore bulky clothing, I could tell that she had large breasts and a big, well-rounded bottom. Her waist wasn't as thin as some – thanks goodness! I preferred the sexiness of a woman I could cuddle up to and not worry about possibly breaking her bones – or stabbing myself to death on some protrusion.

She wasn't a classic beauty – again thank goodness! She was pretty ... no, she was beautiful. She had shoulder length brunette hair that curled on the tops of her shoulders and framed her face. That face seemed more beautiful, more delightful every time I saw her. Her eyes were large brown pools that seemed to take in everything around her. But it was her full, ruby red lips that most drew my attention. I thought – I imagined – that they were the most sensual lips on earth ... and in my mind they were. When she looked at anyone, especially at me, she gave me a smile that seemed to convey a tremendous range of emotions ... or was that all in my mind too?

Perhaps some men thought she was less desirable because of her age. I estimated that she was between 45 and 50 and many men looked for the younger woman. Not me. I was probably ten to 15 years older than she was, so I was in a dilemma. She was the kind of woman I always desire and she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I had seen in a very long time. Yet because of my age – and let's face it; I wasn't the sexiest man around town either – the odds of ever developing a relationship with her were slim and none ... and Slim was walking out the door. (That's a joke!)

Ever since I had first spotted her, I noticed that she walked from our station up the hill the same direction I went but, after a few blocks, she turned one way and I went the other. Two or three times a week, she would stop in the little coffee shop in the next block for a solitary cup of coffee and a quiet meal while she continued to read her book. 

I had gotten into the habit of following her into the coffee shop and finding a place near her. I would order a meal and coffee so that I didn't have to go to the lonely quiet of my home and try to stir up something to eat. While she read, I daydreamed about making love to her. Sure, sometimes it was a purely sexual thing but most of the time my dreams were about making slow, tender love with her.

This Friday, after the usual commute from the city center, I followed her off the train, savoring the soft fragrance of her gentle perfume as she slowly passed by me on the way to the car's exit doors. I fell in line just a few people behind her and watched almost entranced as she started up the street. I wasn't disappointed when she turned into the coffee shop; I hadn't looked forward to the loneliness of the house that evening. Of course I followed her in.

As it turned out, the only available table was right across the aisle from the one at which she had been seated. The hostess showed me to the small empty table and I found myself seated facing her directly. For me, it was the ideal situation but I was afraid I would make her uncomfortable.

Midway through my meal, I glanced up at the woman and our eyes met for the first time. "Hello," I said, noncommittally.

"Hi," she replied. "Don't you ride the 6:15? I think I've seen you on the train."

"Yes, I normally catch that one. I've noticed you also."

"So ... we must live in the same area, huh?"

"Yes, I believe so. I'm on Davenport Street, just a couple of blocks off the boulevard."

"Funny. I'm just east of the boulevard on Lancaster Street."

"I'm Ed, by the way. Edward, actually but I don't like people to call me that."

She laughed softly. "Good to meet you, Ed. I'm Maria."

We finished our meals exchanging small talk about the weather and our work. It turns out that we both had jobs in the financial district, although they were somewhat different. When we both got up to leave, I asked if she would mind if I walked with her.

"No, I wouldn't mind. I would enjoy the company." 

We walked slowly the remainder of the way until we had to part directions. We chatted easily and I found myself very comfortable in the presence of this beautiful woman. She seemed to like my sort of wry humor and giggled softly several times. I noticed the faint fragrance of her perfume seemed to go right to the top of my head and make me want to sweep her into my arms and smoother her with kisses. 

Ah, discretion being the better part of valor, I settled for saying, "I hope to see you again really soon, Maria. It has been very pleasant talking with you."

She flashed me a fleeting look that I couldn't quite ascertain, but it quickly changed into a smile. "Ed ... would you mind if I called you Eddie? I have enjoyed this walk very much. I'll look forward to seeing you again.

That evening my mind was filled with visions of the sweet and wonderful lady that I had finally met. She was just as fantastic to talk to as I had imagined in my dreams. As the night turned late and I readied myself for bed, I have to admit that my thoughts turned to more intimate pursuits. I knew the odds of my relationship with Maria were vastly against my ever becoming intimate with her ... but in my dreams, I held her in my arms as I drifted off to sleep. In my dreams, she had yielded her charms to me and we had made wild, passionate love. Ah, such sweet dreams ...

The weekend passed slowly but pleasantly as I thought about Maria. I couldn't seem to make my mind concentrate on anything else, even my favorite football team when their game came on the TV. By Sunday night, I realized that I had really squandered the entire weekend thinking about her.

I was disappointed Monday morning when I realized that she was not at the station for the same train as mine. I worked my way through a daze, barely able to concentrate on my work. I had to struggle to finish my last transaction of the day and hurry to catch the 6:15. I made it just as the doors began to close.

Turning to walk through the cars, I looked for a place to sit but mostly I looked for Maria. I didn't realize how much I wanted to see her until I spotted her near the back of the second car and breathed a sigh of relief. She was already reading her book but the seat beside her was vacant and when I bent over to ask if I could sit with her, her fabulous smile changed my entire outlook. She moved her purse and a shopping bag, making room for me to sit beside her.

"It's good to see you again," Maria said softly.

"Very good to see you, too," I replied. "How was your day?"

"Oh, nothing special. How about yours?"

"About the same," I chortled. "I looked forward to this more than my work."

"Oh? Why is that?" she asked.

"Because ... I ... well, I like your company," I said, wearing my feelings on my sleeve.

"Well, thank you. I enjoyed yours as well."

"Are you planning to stop at the diner tonight?"

"Well ... I could. Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"I'd love to!"

I asked Maria about family and she surprised me when she said that she was married; I'd not seen any sign of that. 

"Don't be surprised," she said. "It is just a marriage of convenience. For the last three years, he does his thing and I do mine. We still live in the same house just because that is easier than trying to divide everything up."

"Oh, so there's no sex involved?"

"Oh, honey, there hasn't been any sex for three years and not very much even before that. My husband was never very adventurous. His idea of a good time was to climb on, pump away for a couple of minutes and then go right to sleep. He never could understand why I was so frustrated."

"Oh, my goodness! That's criminal!"

"Why? I guess I just didn't turn him on. We were lucky enough that we had a daughter together but she's been about the only common ground we've had for a long time now. The daughter has since had three boys and three girls that both my husband and I love dearly. But we don't really have much else to keep us together. How about you?"

"Well, it's been rather lonely for me since my wife left me over twelve years ago. We had three children, all of whom were grown and on their own. She decided that we didn't have much to keep us together so she moved out."

"And you still live alone?" Maria asked.

"Uh, huh. Gets pretty lonely."

Just then the train slowed as it pulled into our station. Conversation lagged as we gathered our things and queued up to exit, then walked side by side up the block to the coffee shop. The hostess smiled when she noticed the two of us together.

The conversation throughout the meal was easy. I loved talking with Maria because she seemed interested in whatever I had to say and looking at her was so easy on my eyes – I thought she was a truly magnificently beautiful woman. She had a sexy, curvy body that had my fingers tingling for wanting to touch her. Yet I was afraid of offending her, of driving her away, so I tried to keep my thoughts to myself.

After we finished eating, Maria and I strolled leisurely up the road toward our usual parting place. Although she was conservatively dressed, I couldn't help but glance at her large breasts from time to time or, when the opportunity presented itself, at her well-rounded bottom. My fingers itched to touch her, especially there, and my mouth watered at the thought of kissing her pleasure spots. I didn't want to part company with her.

When we arrived at the place where we usually went separate directions, I asked, "Would you like to come up for coffee ... or something?"

Maria drew back and stared at me. I thought I had offended her, but then her smile returned. "Yes, I'd like that, honey."

I took her elbow and we turned in the direction of my house. A few minutes later I ushered her into the front room of my empty house and turned on a lamp to dispel the early evening gloom. I took her wrap and hung it in the hall closet, then asked her to have a seat in the living room while I put on a pot of coffee to perk. Instead she said she'd like to go with me and see my kitchen.

Maria pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and sat while I filled the coffee pot, added a new filter and coffee and turned it on. Then I pulled out another chair at the table and sat, looking at her. I have to admit that I was enchanted with her vision. Some men may not have understood my attraction to her because she was larger than what some men seemed to like but she was perfect in my opinion. My hands itched to touch her, yet my fear of driving her away by offending her was still too great.

Maria told me about her six grandchildren and it was obvious that they were the highlight of her life. She seemed to delight in telling little tales of their exploits and the love of them sparkled in her eyes.

When the coffee finished perking, I poured us two mugs and I invited her to continue talking. She talked a little about her husband and how they had a few good years together in their earlier life together but had just grown apart, until one time they both realized that the only thing they really had in common was their daughter. They still got along okay together but didn't do anything together unless the grandchildren were involved.

She asked about my children and I told her that I talked to each of them often but because of the distance between us, we didn't get to see each other very often. I hadn't actually seen my ex-wife for over seven years.

When we finished our coffees, Maria asked if I'd show her the rest of my house. I was happy that she even wanted to see it so I escorted her around the other rooms. I had converted one bedroom into a home office with my computer and other hardware. I still had one bedroom set up as a guest room although it had not been used in a long time. 

I showed her the master bedroom last, with its king-sized four-poster bed. The attached bathroom had a separate large shower stall plus a garden sized bathtub with nine whirlpool jets. There was also a large dressing area and the entire room was lit by an overhead skylight, although we really couldn't see that much of it that late in the day.

Maria seemed to like the arrangement and I think she was impressed that a single man kept the house reasonably neat and clean. She oohed and aahed over the tub and smiled when she said she'd like to try it sometime. I gave her an open invitation to try it any time.

Maria abruptly turned about as if to return to the bedroom but, because I was standing right behind her, we bumped softly together. I reached out to support her and keep her from stumbling but the result was to pull her up next to me. For an instant, all I could focus on was her mouth, suddenly opened in a small, "Oh!" of surprise.

Without thinking, I closed the distance between us and our lips met in a soft sweet kiss. I halfway expected her to pull back, maybe even to slap my face, but she did neither. She did back away just enough to look into my eyes but then her lips parted again and she moved back to met me in a longer, more sensual kiss. I touched the tip of my tongue to her lips and soon her tongue tentatively touched mine. I pulled her more tightly to me and felt her arms circle my neck as our tongues became more animated and the kiss turned even more passionate. My hands roved up and down her back, not stopping until they reached the upper curve of her bottom.

My arousal was evident. My cock had long since become rock hard, pressing my pants forward and pushing against her softly rounded stomach. I probably should have been embarrassed by my condition but I found Maria to be so very desirable and I wanted her to know how I felt about her.

I just kept pulling her more tightly against me and kissing her and she responded hungrily as if it was the same thing she wanted. Her faint perfume and the sweet taste of her mouth made me hornier and want her more than ever. My left arm slid up her back and pulled her large breasts into my chest. My right arm moved lower and my hand cupped her big round bottom, pulling her harder against my erection. Maria surprised me by not pulling away.

When we finally had to break apart to gulp air, Maria laid her head on my shoulder and murmured, "Oh, my dear sweet man! I did not think I would ever again be kissed like that!"

"Why not, sweet lady? You are so beautiful, so very sexy. Why would you not be smothered with kisses?"

"Well, I ... I'm not ... well, not really beautiful, although I thank you for your kind words."

I put my finger over her lips. "Shhh. Don't say things like that! You are very ... VERY ... beautiful to me. You deserve kisses like that and so much more. Come with me."

Taking her hand, I led her back into the bedroom and to the edge of my bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled her down beside me. As soon as she was seated, I turned to her and again pulled her to me. Our lips met in another passionate kiss. Her arms came up again around my neck so I began to rub her back with my right hand. However within a few minutes, I had worked my hand around until it was filled with her left tit. Even though it was encased in a bra, it was large, warm, and pliable and I loved the feel of it. 

When Maria seemed to press her chest toward me, I became a little bolder, beginning to open the buttons down the back side of her blouse. Maria again surprised me by shrugging it off her shoulders when the buttons were all open. We resumed our kiss and she made no signs of disapproval when my fingers began working on the fasteners on her bra.

I found out later that she wore a 46D bra but, for now, all I knew was that her breasts were large and magnificently beautiful. She sighed when my hands closed around the heavy globes. I eased her down onto her back on the bed and then lowered my mouth to lick and suck on one of the beautiful mounds. Her pretty pink nipple responded by hardening and protruding like a small inverse funnel. The tip of my tongue savored the texture of the hard nubbin and she moaned as I flicked at it.

Her big tits were soft and warm and tasty and I feasted on them, switching from one to the other as Maria held them to my mouth. She moaned and squirmed under me, not trying to get away but trying to ensure that I teased the places that made her feel good. Eventually I let my fingers begin to wander over the rest of her form, down across her stomach and lower, along her still covered thigh.

I felt Maria's fingers working at the buttons of my shirt and lifted up enough to throw off the garment, then went back to kissing her big boobs, loving the softness and tender fragrance of her skin and the puckered hardness of her nipples. Her hand roved through my hair, lightly tugging my head even tighter to her form.

I fumbled with the button and zipper to her skirt but eventually got them opened. I was still a little surprised when she lifted her hips to let me pull the skirt off and discard it. The garter belt with straps holding up her thigh high stockings was not a surprise – but the lack of any panties was! I loved it. When my fingers again slid up her thigh, just as I passed the tops of the stockings she moaned and her legs spread apart. My fingers found slick wetness before I even reached the soft flesh of her twat.

My fingers slid upwards until I felt the puffiness of her outer labia. By then Maria's legs were wandering back and forth, up and down without any seeming pattern except an attempt to find whatever contact would continue to make her feel pleasure. As I eased my index finger between the puffy lips and into her vagina, her legs shot out in opposite directions while her hands both pulled hard against the back of my head, smothering me into the soft flesh of her big right tit.

Turning my head enough to breathe without breaking contact with her luscious nipple, I drove my finger into her hot wetness and swirled my finger around, feeling the velvety smoothness of her channel. My cock was throbbing and rock hard, pressing against Maria's side. I could feel the wetness inside my jockeys.

Holding my finger inside her, I pulled my thumb up so that the pad pressed around her mound. Drawing little circles around her clit caused her to groan with lust and I felt her head flip from side to side in her desire to achieve orgasm. I inserted another finger into her pussy and began to seriously fingerfuck her while my thumb got closer and closer to her clit. No sooner had I touched the hard little nubbin than Maria bucked upward to meet my hand and I felt a flood of wet sticky juices soak my hand. She whispered my name and her fingers lovingly searched through my hair, still holding me to her breast. I kept moving, kept sucking for several seconds, though a little softer, as she slowly came down from her peak of pleasure.




The Windfall



When her arms and legs went limp, I quickly jumped up and finished stripping off my own clothes, kicking them out of my way in my haste to get back to her. Dropping to my knees between her legs, I carefully lifted her legs to my shoulders, slid my hands around her hips and pulled her core to my face. Starting along her right thigh, I licked the sweet nectar from her tender skin, switched to the other leg, and then moved to her core, cleaning her own juices off her magnificent pussy. Both the taste and the fragrance of her cunt went straight to the top of my head, not unlike a whiff of smelling salts, bringing me wide awake with an all-consuming lust for her curvy soft body.

I spent minutes softly licking every ridge and fold of her labia, gradually working my way inward, savoring every taste of her along the way. The softness of her flesh was exquisite and drove me to the next level until my tongue was completely buried inside her vagina, wandering from side to side in search of additional tastes. As I licked and tongue fucked her, my nose drew small circles around her clit and from time to time I heard Maria moaning about something that felt particularly good to her. Occasionally she would drum her heels on my back, encouraging me to keep on keeping on.

When I could find no more of her juices with my tongue, I pulled it out of her, circled her clit with my lips and drew it into my mouth, starting to tease it with the tip of my tongue. In a few moments, Maria's legs began to flail back and forth, first clamping against my ears, then spreading wide to give me complete access. I watched her face over the curve of her tummy, loving the expression of love and lust that kept changing, always growing more intense with each modification.

Her hands grabbed a combination of my ears and hair and she seemed intent on pushing my entire head inside her pussy. I have to admit that if it were physically possible, I would have loved it. As it was, I was contented with sucking her clit and listening to her encouraging me.

"Yes, my lovely, sexy gentleman, suck me ... eat me ... lick me ... I'mmmm ... going to ... cuuuuummmmm!"

Just as she spoke, she again bowed upward, her heels digging into my back to push her hips off the bed. I felt her body begin to shake violently and then another flood of her sweet nectar coated my chin and lower face. I dove for her pussy, licking rapidly to try to keep her juices from escaping.

When I could find no more fresh tastes, I climbed up beside her. Maria gave me a sort of lopsided smile just before we kissed. I hugged her to me and she whispered in my ear, "Are you going to fuck me now?"

I pulled back enough to look at her smiling face. If I had any questions that she might have been having second thoughts, her countenance erased those doubts. I helped her climbed up onto the bed, put some pillows behind her head, and then held her legs high and wide while I crawled up between her legs.

I lifted Maria's sexy, shapely legs to my shoulders, letting the smoothness of her nylon-covered calves rub against both sides of my face. My questing cock seemed to have its own homing device for a guidance system as it slowly and gently spread her outer lips. Gathering some of her moisture and mixing it with my own precum, my probe easily slid into the tightness of her hot vagina. Between the throbbing of my engorged cock and the radiating heat of her core, it seemed like we were on fire ... but it was a good fire!

With just a few strokes to keep spreading our lubrication up my shaft, I found the root of my tuber pressing into the soft flesh and sparse pubic hair of her magnificent pussy. I closed my eyes and gave my mind over to the unending pleasure radiating from being inside her. I think she was doing the same thing; her eyes were closed and she had a dreamy half-smile on her face. She cranked up my pleasure scale every so often by clamping her internal muscles around my intruder. I responded by flexing my shaft to explore her velvety softness.

Slowly I backed my hips away from her until only the head of my cock was left inside her. The feeling of her still-tight ring of muscle around my shaft as I eased out was indescribably exquisite. I heard a moan of pleasure and only belatedly realized that it came from deep within me. Equally slowly I pushed back into her until our bodies were mashed together at the point of contact. When I wriggled my hips back and forth a few times, it was Maria's turn to moan in pleasure.

For several minutes, I maintained the same slow pace, watching Maria's face. She seemed to love what was happening. Sometimes her eyes were closed and her head rocked back and forth lustfully. Other times, her eyes were open and she watched me. 

She frequently encouraged me with little words like, "Oh, yes, honey, that feels so good!" and "Mm, yes! Deeper, sweet man. Ohhhh ..."

Just as I decided to shift to a slightly faster gear, Maria sucked in air, used her legs on my shoulders to pull herself up to meet my thrusts, and screamed, "Ohhh, hell! I'm cummiinnnng!"

I put my hands under her round bottom and helped her hold us together while the waves of shuddering orgasm rolled through her body. I held still for a while, giving her a chance to fully savor the pleasure of her climax. When it had passed and she collapsed back onto the bed, I eased her legs down to each side of me, lowered myself onto my forearms along each side of her, and kissed her open mouth in a long, sensual kiss. Her arms circled my back and pulled me down to her chest, her big soft breasts making a wonderful impact on my libido.

When we pulled away to gulp air, she whispered, "Oh, honey, it has been so long! And I don't think I ever had a better cum. You make me feel so very good!"

I replied, "My dear sweet lady, you must understand that you do the same thing to me." Then we kissed again.

Before we broke the kiss, I began to move inside her again. I kept the pace slow at first to try to get her interested in another bout of copulation, although I don't really think she needed any encouragement. Her hands became active, roving all over my body as far as she could reach, from my shoulders down to cup my buttocks and back up to wander through my hair. Then she dropped her hands to her own breasts and lifted the heavy orbs to press them into my chest. When I curled my body around, she lifted on to my mouth to let me suck for a few seconds before I resumed fucking her, picking up speed a little and making sure I pressed into her mound area regularly to involve her clit.

I felt my balls tighten and knew that I was not far from my own orgasm. Hoping to bring Maria to the peak of satisfaction once more before I was too exhausted, I jacked up my speed once more, pumping her luscious pussy as hard and as fast as I could. "Oh, please let me get her over the hump again!' I thought, but afraid that I could not last long enough. I drew my balls up tighter into my body cavity, trying to forestall the inevitable for as long as I could.

Just as I realized that I could wait no longer, Maria screeched, "Oh, YES, lover, I'm cummiinnnng ... again!" 

I felt the butterfly-like shudders of her pussy at the same time as my cock was pumping shot after shot of hot stick jism into her warm cavity. I held myself deep inside her, kissing her lips and the side of her face and her eyes until my cock had softened and slid out of her warmth with a soft "slurp." I rolled over onto my side and pulled Maria into my arms, again smothering her with my kisses. She was the sweetest, most precious woman I had ever known.

We rested for several minutes, each reveling in our wondrous climaxes. She returned my kisses with small kisses and licks while her fingers roved slowly all over my body. The seed of an idea formed in my mind, was rejected, came back and began to grow until I had a need ... an urgent need ... to comply with my idea.

I began to kiss my way down her naked form, down her chin to her neck, to her breastbone, taking time to nurse at each of her still-hard nipples. I moved slowly on down her rounded stomach, over her curved abdomen, into the patch of pubic hair above her core. A couple of times I heard her suck in a breath as she realized where I was headed. I turned her onto her back and spread her legs, settling myself face down between them. I looked at the matted hair just inches from my face where our commingled cum had begun to dry. 

I had never tasted my own cum, always before repulsed by the thought of it, but not now. Now, knowing how this loving woman had given herself to me and made love to me, I wanted to clean our combined juices from her, both from her thighs and abdomen and pelvic area, and from the inside of her luscious pussy. Smelling the unmistakable fragrance of still-hot sex, I lowered my mouth to her pelvic fur and started to lap. When it seemed to be fresh and clean, I spread her legs wider and moved to where her right leg joined her body, cleaning the valley and then down her thigh. Some minutes later, I shifted to the other side and repeated the process.

Finally satisfied with the condition of her outer parts, I moved to her pussy, which was still oozing our liquids. I used my fingers to carefully spread her treasure and licked every single ridge and valley before diving into her open hole. It was a pool of our sweet/tart/salty juices. I might have been less enthusiastic about my job except that Maria had begun to moan and whisper encouragement to me. The look on her face verified that she was loving my attention so I renewed my efforts with vigor. Then the first time the tip of my tongue grazed her shiny, blood-engorged clit, she slammed her legs closed around my head, screamed out in ecstasy, and flooded my face with a new pool of her own nectar.

For the next few minutes, I worked furiously to contain and consume all of the new liquids gushing from her sweet twat. Her moaning and squirming under me indicated that, even after her orgasm had passed, she was still feeling good and that drove me even deeper into the radiating heat of her cunt. Drawing back for a moment, I spotted a shiny wet trail over her perineum, so I spread her buttocks and laved her entire anal valley until I drove the tip of my tongue into her anus. In just seconds, Maria again bucked up against my face, screamed out my name and shook with another wild climax.

Once more I licked up her juices until I could find no more of the sweet slick liquids. Kissing my way back up her body, I settled beside her and pulled her into my arms, covering her face with more kisses. Maria seemed exhausted so I simply held her to me with my left arm, letting my right arm run slowly down her back, over her round bum, then back up to start all over again.

After she had rested a few minutes, Maria's hands found my cock and balls, making sure that I didn't go soft. She whispered, "Do you want to fuck me doggy?"

I nodded eagerly and she turned onto her hands and knees. I climbed behind her and let her guide my probe back into her oh-so-smooth pussy. Holding her hips for leverage, I closed my eyes and savored the fabulous feelings of slowly stroking in and out of her heat and the wonders of pressing myself into her soft round curves.

I wanted to please this sweet lady as much as humanly possible and wanted to give her another orgasm. However I think she had other ideas because her left hand slid between her legs and captured my scrotum. Sometime earlier I had told her that I liked to have my balls squeezed, though not so much as to be painful. She squeezed and massaged them, chasing them throughout the slick sack and giving me thrill after magnificent thrill. All too soon – but with no real regrets – my balls contracted and began spitting cum into her wonderful pussy. I tugged on her big hanging titties, just keeping us tightly together until I was empty.

Again we collapsed together on the bed, snuggling together and kissing. I could feel her heart thumping wildly in her chest pressed against my own rampant heartbeat. I wondered if ever in my life I had ever experienced as superlative sex as this wonderful woman had given me; I couldn't remember anything that came close. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

My next conscious thought was of the bed moving as Maria tried to get up without waking me. A quick glance at my bedside clock showed that it was very late. I hurried out of bed, slipped into short, pants, shirt, and slip-on shoes and walked her to her house. She had me stop a couple of house away and, after kissing her goodnight, I watched until she was safely inside.

The weekend went by in a hurry. I took care of a few mundane chores, all while thinking of the lovely Maria, frequently having to "taken matters into my own hands" to relieve the pressure. 

On Monday morning, she was not on the same train as me. However on the way home, she seemed please to see me when I dropped onto the seat beside her.

"Hi, sweet Maria," I said. "How was your day?"

"Hello, my lovely," she responded. "It was rather dull, as Monday's go. But just now it got better."

"Oh? Did something good happen?"

"Yes ... you arrived."

"Oh, my!" I exclaimed. "You are definitely good for my ego. I was just thinking how much better my day was, now that I'm with you."

She chuckled musically and leaned over, putting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and we sat close together for the remainder of the trip.

Just before we pulled into our station, I asked, "Will you have dinner with me tonight?"

"Well ... at the diner ... or at your place?"

"Hm, how about your choice?"

She laughed softly. "In that case, I chose your place."

I kissed her softly and hugged her close until the train stopped at our station. We walked arm-in-arm, hip-to-hip up the street and to my house. When I closed the door after us, I turned to her to offer some refreshment while we rustled up something for dinner but Maria was already unbuttoning her blouse and looking at me with a lustful smile.

"I'd like to start where we left off Friday night, if that's okay with you," she said softly.

"I can think of nothing I'd rather have for dinner than you, my love," I replied, taking her hand to guide her to my bedroom.

A few minutes later, we were both naked, standing beside my bed, engrossed in trying to consume each other through our mouths. She tasted just as sweet and luscious as I had remembered from Friday and her eagerness showed how much she had missed being lavished with love for those long months. I'm sure my response left her with the same impression.

Her fragrance, like the soft, sweet mixture of a spring bouquet, drifted to the top of my head not unlike a whiff of smelling salts, clearing away all thoughts except my lust for her. My fingertips began to explore her back, down the smooth of her shoulders, into the concave formation near her spine at the small of her back out to the more defined curves at her hips and around her lush buttocks before traveling upward and making the journey all too willingly again. Long before I started the second trip, my cock was rock hard, pushing between her legs, and throbbing with desire.

I felt her left hand holding my head as we kissed, while her right hand covered my chest, back and forth and downward, finally dropping to my raging hard-on and cupping my balls. In the process, she rubbed my spear into the soft forest that topped her treasure, pressing herself against me enough that I felt the tip slide into the softness of her wet lips.

Using little steps, I backed her to my bed and pushed her into a sitting position. Bending my knees just a bit, I guided my cock into her wet warmth ... and listened to her sigh in satisfaction. Like a ship taking on water until it sank, she gradually lay back on the bed. I lifted her legs to my shoulders, rubbing the soft smooth flesh of her calves against the sides of my face while I pressed my cock even deeper into her cunt.

I loved the feeling of my mushroom head sinking slowly into her soft slick depths – it sent wonderful sensations coursing throughout my body. And my fingertips, wandering aimlessly along the smooth flesh of her legs added more magnificent feelings to the overall package. I eased forward until I felt the curvy soft roundness of her buttocks crush against my crotch, my balls pressing into the crack of her ass. I kissed her right foot, ran my tongue along the sole of her left foot and went back and forth as I gently extracted my cock and pushed it back into her core.

Gradually I began to fuck her harder and faster, letting her moans and whimpers encourage me to go even faster and harder. I finally spread her legs so that my pumping would impact on her mound and tease her erect clit. Her fingers dug into my flesh as her need built until it was almost unbearable.

Suddenly she hissed, "Ohhhh, hellllllllllllll, yesssssssssss, I'm cummiinnnng!"

I felt the juices in her pussy turn into a froth as I pumped, aching for that one last lustful thrust that would dump me over the edge of the cliff with her. It came just moments after her climax and was every bit as powerful, shaking me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I held her hips tightly with the need to fill her with my jism, feeling spurt after spurt splashing against her hot pussy walls. Five, six, seven times it sprayed before I felt it diminish. 

Twice more I pumped the dregs of my seed into her and then my muscles began to turn into pudding as the last drop oozed out of my withering member. I slumped down onto my forearms, still trying to keep my weight off her. Our mouths met in a sizzling hot kiss before the cold water of a completed climax began to cool our ardor. Carefully I rolled to my side but she turned with me, her sexy, curvy form plastered to my length, our mouths locked together.

Forty minutes later, we laughed and kissed our way into the bathroom together. I pulled two fresh towels out of the linen closet and laid them nearby as we climbed into the shower stall together. The first spray of water was cold and Maria jumped into my arms laughing. I clung to her, turning the spray head away until I got the temperature adjusted. 

Taking the soap bar from the dish, she began rubbing it all over my chest while I captured enough of the slick suds to begin rubbing over her body. It was fun and sexy and I couldn't remember the last time I had taken a shower with a woman...even before her hands started to slide up and down my shaft with the suds, I was rock hard again. When it poked her hard, she gave me a devilish grin before she turned around, spread her legs, grabbed the towel rack and bent over, offering me her pussy again from the back.

I eased up to her and my cock slipped into her so easily and naturally. As I pushed into her, she pushed her beautiful round bum back to meet me, and we began a mutual thrusting where we each demanded of the other. I heard her begin to moan in pleasure and I heard another wail of need that I only belatedly recognized as my own voice. With one hand, I held her hip while the other fondled her huge swinging tit. The sensations drove me crazy ... and perhaps I didn't have that far to travel.

I felt my balls tighten and knew I was close to losing it. I drew my balls up into my body cavity as far as I could, trying to hold off on the inevitable until she joined me. It was a useless effort that gained me perhaps a split second and then I began to spurt streams of hot cum into her soft wetness again.

Whether it was my sperm flooding her pussy or just that it was her time, Maria bowed her back and pushed her butt back against my throbbing, spitting cock as she hissed through gritted teeth, "Ohhhhhh, hellllllllllllll, yesssssssssss, I'm cummiinnnng againnnnn!"

I grabbed her other big tittie, supporting her weight to keep us together and upright until the waves of ecstasy had passed for both of us and we could finally stand again. I pulled her back against my body and hugged her tightly, kissing her sweet wet neck and nibbling on her ear. Several minutes later with the water turning lukewarm, Maria took the hand-held wand and washed us both off again and we stepped out of the shower on rubbery legs.




The Windfall



After I had dressed in a T-shirt and shorts and Maria donned a little apron that covered some of her front, we worked together to put together a quick dinner. We ate and talked and I realized how much I enjoyed her company; just being with her was a joy beyond description. I was a little disappointed when she said she had to leave at 9:30 to head home, but I walked with her until I could see that she got inside okay. When I turned around, I whistled a happy little tune all the way home.

Maria came home with me Wednesday and Friday that week too and we began the process of consummating sex in every room in my house. In some rooms, I'd sit in a chair while she straddled me and rode my flagpole until we both came. In a couple of rooms, I pushed her up against a wall, put my hands under her wonderful ass, let her wrap her legs around my waist and we fucked until we couldn't stand up any longer. In a couple of others, she bent over a piece of furniture and let me take her from behind. If there was no other way that appealed to us, we used the heavy shag carpeting. 

By the end of the third week, we had indoctrinated every room of my house, some more than once. On the Tuesday of the next week, Maria asked if there would be a problem if she came by on Tuesdays and Thursdays too. The only one I could think of was the obvious one in my pants that she was quite capable of resolving! Thereafter it became routine that Maria walked home with me every workday. We would eat dinner together and fuck until we were sated, not necessarily in that order.

On Wednesday of the fifth week, she told George, her husband, that she might not be home that evening so he shouldn't worry about her (not that he did anyway). When we arrived home, I had kissed her all over, lowered her to my sofa, and ate her pussy and tongue-fucked her anus until she had cum twice. We ate dinner, a rather hastily prepared mishmash of leftovers from my fridge, then retired to my garden bathtub for a long hot bath, where she sat with her pussy engulfing my cock and we cuddled until the water turned lukewarm. Then I fucked her again and we retired to bed.

We snuggled and kissed for a long sensuous time. When we were both ready, Maria told me she thought it was time I showed her what anal sex was all about. With plenty of lubricant, I worked her anus until it began to loosen up. She turned face down, pulled her knees up high and wide to raise her ass, and I got between her legs. Gently I eased the head of my greased cock into her nether opening, held onto her luscious hips while she adjusted to my size, and then gradually worked my shaft into her chute. 

By the time I pressed my crotch against the curves of her cheeks, Maria was muttering, "Oh, yesss, honey, I love that. It makes me feel so full, my darling. Yessssss!"

The only drawback was that she was so tight around my cock that I knew I wouldn't last long before exploding into her. I slid both hands up her sides and around under her until I had an overflowing handful of tit flesh in each hand. Her nipples were like round arrowheads piercing the palms of my hands. I maneuvered my hands until I could grasp each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, then started to roll and pinch and pull on her nipples. Maria groaned her approval. I set up a rhythm of fucking her ass hole and pinching her nipples, hoping to drive her over the top by the time she forced me to cum again.

It worked out pretty well. Actually I came first, but she was soon after me, so that she had started quaking and shaking just as the last drops of my cum was oozing into her bowels. Just as she was winding down from her climax, I wrapped her up in my arms and rolled us over onto our left side so that we lay spooned together, my cock still inside her although it was slowly deflating. I began to kiss her neck and face and nibble on her ear and then we faded off to sleep.

Several hours into the early morning, I awoke to the wonderful sensation of a warm wet cloth on my genitals. When I had gained enough of my senses to begin to understand, I realized that Maria had a wet washcloth and was scouring my cock. When she was satisfied, she dropped the cloth on the floor and replaced it with her warm wet mouth, her tongue leading an expedition to explore every part of my cock and its two attendant orbs. I gathered her bottom into my arms and pulled her close until I could bury my head between her legs and give her a reciprocal reward. I got lucky – I made her cum twice before she sucked another load of cum from my balls. Then she shifted around and planted a long wet, salty kiss on my mouth before we went back to sleep.

Maria and I have continued our relationship, spending almost every weekday evening together for the last seven-plus months. She still spends weekends at her home, and occasional weekday evenings if some of her family has arranged to be there. Those are a small price to pay for the joy and wonder she has brought back into my life. 

I have met her husband George several times. He seems like a nice enough guy but is just no longer interested in sex. Although Maria says that she doesn't tell him about us, he knows that we have "an arrangement" and I'm sure he knows it includes sex. That doesn't seem to bother him in the least.

As for Maria, I think she is intent on making up for the total lack of sex the last few years, and for the lack of imagination in their sex lives even before that. She is such a precious lady, always willing to try anything I suggest, and she is the ideal woman body wise to my way of thinking. I might regret not having met her earlier in my life, except that she is so giving that she keeps my thinking in "the here and now." I can only be grateful that we finally met and now I am getting to enjoy the greatest windfall any man ever got – the love and passion of a wonderful sexy sensuous woman, my Maria.



The Winding Staircase



I am charging toward a climax when I hear the front door open and my parents' voices in the foyer below. They've come home from the reception at State early.

I have Claire on my bed, her long, sleek legs spread, and my pelvis insinuated between them. Our foreheads are plastered together, our eyes intensely staring into each other's. Her mouth is slack, emitting a long moan. I'm pumping hard, squeezing one of her perky breasts and thrumming her nipple with the hand of the arm I have encircling her back, holding her torso off the bed. The index finger of the other hand is brushing the root of my buried cock as the finger presses into her clit and rubs hard.

She has exploded twice already, and I'm about to come. It's another stellar performance. We are here because she said she'd heard about me and wanted to see what all of the excitement is about.

We're going to a nerdy junior college. There's a lot of wild talk about what everyone has done, but it's mostly bravado. Not with me, though. Since the start of the year, I've probably fucked a quarter of the females in the sophomore class. I made it nearly all the way through the freshman class the previous year. They keep coming for it.

Hearing my parents, I hold. Claire pants and wheezes under me. she moves her face to press in the hollow of my shoulder. Will they come straight upstairs? No, I hear them move toward the family room at the back of the house. They must have been stingy with drinks at the reception, or Dad was too busy doing business to get properly lit up. They were going for a nightcap—or two, or three. The true mark of a diplomat is a red nose.

I go back to pumping Claire's pussy, setting my cock on overdrive. She emits a loud moan, and I have to let loose of her tit and cover her mouth with my hand to keep her quiet for the finale.

She jerks and bites the heel of my hand as I ejaculate, filling her box deep in three strong spurts. She caught me without condoms at hand, but insisted on getting it anyway. I'd planned on pulling out before coming, but the untimely return of my parents rattled me.

Getting my jollies permits me to ignore the pain where she has bitten me, although I release her immediately and she falls back on the mattress, giving me a dreamy look with her eyes. She reaches up and rubs both of my nipples with her fingers. I really should do her again. One of the secrets of it is fast first, fingering interval, slow second. And she wants it. The expression on her face says it all. She doesn't seem to realize the change in the setting caused by my parents' early arrival home.

She's mewing and running her claws along my biceps. Why do they all have to pretend to be a cat at this point?

"You've got to go," I whisper. "Dress quietly, and I'll get you to the front door without my parents seeing you." I sit up on the side of the bed, widen my legs, and pull her buttocks between them. She's fumbling with her bra, but can't put it on because I'm covering her tits with my hands and squeezing. I kiss her on the neck and she moans for me to be inside her again. I let one of my hands drop to her snatch, and I give her more clit work. That's part of my secret, I think. I work them a while after I've fucked them. It makes them think I care.

She lays her head back into the hollow of my shoulder. "Fuck me again, Paul," she murmurs.

"Can't now, honey," I murmur. "Parents home. Gotta get you out of here."

Despite this, I enter her pussy with two fingers and finger fuck her for a good five minutes. She writhes under me and explodes again. It's something she'll remember.

I manage to get her to the door and out without arousing notice from the family room. I tousle my hair and make an appearance.

"You guys are home early," I say.

"More like on time," my Dad responds. "The other times we've been home late. Hope we didn't wake you."

"It's OK," I answer. "I won't have trouble going back to sleep."

My mother is opening the day's mail. "Oh, look, a letter from Inga," she says, obviously pleased. "And a photo of her with her little boy." This didn't sound quite so pleased. I feel myself tightening up.

Inga had been the family maid from the year before last during my dad's posting to Berlin. I had no idea they were getting letters from Inga. My understanding was that they had to let her go the fall after my visit to them that summer.

"She say how they're doing?" my father asked. He wasn't giving this his total attention. The big slug of scotch rocks seems more important to him and he is looking through some documents. It seems he always is looking through work he's brought home.

"She says so," my mother answers, "but it seems so sad." My mother's voice sounds sad too.

"Why so?" my father asks. As he does so, I see that my mother has dropped the photograph on the table she is sitting at. I look down at it and freeze.

"I don't think she's found anyone yet. It's tough raising a child on your own. She doesn't mention a job, either."

"Does she ask us to up the money we're sending?"

"No. Nothing like that."

"Good. We'll send her more then. I want to help her but I don't want to feel I'm being fleeced."

"I just wish she'd find a father for that sweet little boy," my mother says.

I flip the photo over as if that will change everything—that it will make it all go away. How can my mother look at the photo and not know? Although, if they are sending Inga money, maybe they do know. Surely not.

* * * *

It had been sort of a waste, in terms of family togetherness, for me to have flown out to Berlin for the summer after high school. My father's assignment at the embassy kept him super busy, and my mother was on the go constantly as well. And it wasn't just the days. They had some diplomatic whatever to go to nearly every evening.

I got left alone in the large, drafty prewar German apartment for long stretches of time. They looked around for other Americans my age to hook up with that summer, but no one else seemed to have brought their college-age children out, and I was too shy to go out and find friends myself. It was OK at first, as I had my computer games.

And then, after a while, it was more than OK.

The apartment had huge rooms, with the post furniture allowance not being able to come anywhere close to making the place look lived in. Across the front of the top-floor apartment were the living room, some sort of music room—with a platform and a baby grand piano and all—and then the dining room. The entrance foyer extended along the inner walls of the living room and music room. Dad's study was in back of the dining room. To the right of the foyer was a gigantic kitchen, located so far from the dining room, that, my mother said, this must have been a status symbol in old Germany—necessitating having servants deliver the meals quickly before the food cooled.

Two corridors, with a wall separating them led back from the foyer. The one by the kitchen went to two large bedrooms, one of which became mine for the summer, and a bathroom. The other hallway ran between the kitchen corridor and the master bath and led back to the master bedroom. There was a nook off this hallway that contained a narrow metal winding staircase to a small landing and a closed door above.

"That's Inga's room up there, the maid," my mother had said when she was giving me the guided tour. I looked up to the top of the staircase. The door was slightly ajar, and I sensed the presence of someone up there, just on the other side of the door.

Inga turned out to be a buxom blonde who probably was in her thirties. She was what we'd call zaftig or Rubenesque—big boned and well padded without quite slipping over into being considered fat. She obviously was delighted to have the position and she gave me special attention from the start—insisting that I eat more and that I do less in terms of picking up after myself. As well as the cooking, she did the laundry, and she starched and ironed everything of mine, including my briefs. She seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with these at the ironing board in the middle of the kitchen.

She was always patting my head and shoulders and pulling at my ear as she served the meals. And it seems like every time I had an occasion to walk down the back hallway to my parents' bedroom, she was there, standing on the winding staircase to her room above. More than once she informed me that her room was up there, as if I wouldn't know that already. She moved as silently as a cat, and she felt no embarrassment in coming into my room when I was just in my pajama bottoms or shorts.

On these occasions she'd let her eyes linger over me and she'd have a comment or two about how I was growing into a fine form of a man.

I was completely inexperienced. It is quite understandable, I believe, that her behavior would start to arouse me without me having any idea that it did or why.

The start was an evening when my parents were out and the apartment was quiet—except that I was hearing the voice of a woman singing a lullaby of some sort. I went to investigate. As I was passing down the hallway to my parents' room and reached the niche where the winding staircase was, I looked up—to catch a glimpse of the door above being slit open and the view of a voluptuous naked body in the room beyond the door. Inga was singing while she brushed out her long, blonde hair. In the daytime she always had it up in a tight bun. Somehow I saw beyond the maid in her to the woman in her with her hair cascading down her back. It helped to see her as a woman as well to see the blonde thatch at her snatch and rounded curves of her heavy breasts, with the big, rosy aureoles, and her rounded belly.

I'd seen plenty of naked women—just not in the flesh.

I pulled away in embarrassment, but the image of seeing her up there in her room wouldn't leave me. I returned to my bedroom, stripped, and masturbated. Masturbation, of course, wasn't a new entertainment for me. But seeing a voluptuous naked woman in the flesh was.

As I jerked myself off I had the sensation that I wasn't alone. I'd thought I'd closed my bedroom door behind me, but when I looked over, it was slightly ajar. I was too far gone toward my approaching orgasm to stop, though, so I just closed my eyes and continued stroking myself.

My parents went out for the next four evenings straight, staying out late each night.

Each night I was compelled by the singing to appear at the foot of the winding staircase. Each night Inga was at the top of the stairs, the door to her room more open on each succeeding night. Each night she was naked and combing her hair. I had heard the legend of the Lorelei on the Rhine, and I now knew the effect of the siren call. The first two nights I returned to my room and masturbated.

The third night, trembling, I climbed the winding staircase.

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The first time, I was so clumsy and came so fast that I wanted to die. But Inga didn't let me die. She was patient and gentle. Melding with her body was like falling into a featherbed. She embraced me and held me fast as she moved a hand between our bodies, taking my cock in her hand and rubbing the head of it between her folds. I knew nothing about the folds of a woman or what a clit was or what to do with it. She moved my cock with her hand, patiently introducing me to all of those mysteries.

Feeling overwhelmed and guilty, I tried to pull back, she held me close in strong arms and cooed to me about how natural it was and how ready I was for it. At the same time, she showed me that her nipples were for sucking and her lips were for kissing.

I came almost immediately as she was introducing my glans to her clit. I sobbed in frustration, but she tut tutted me, assured me that all was well, sang a low lullaby to me, and rocked our bodies back and forth against each other.

I was young, and thus was hard again before I'd even gone half flaccid. The rocking aroused me and helped me harden again. She never let loose of my cock with her hand, and as I hardened again, with her sighing and humming softly to me and me groaning, she moved the head of my cock between her folds, and slowly I reveled in the sensation of it being drawn into the moistness between those folds and beyond, into a passage of warm, undulating walls. 

Inga's broad hands went to my buttocks and she squeezed and moved them in a rocking motion that drew me deeper inside her and then withdraw a bit and then in, deeper. In, out; in, out. I grunted and groaned and spouted off a second time, deep inside her. She had complimented me on how big I was, which gave me pride and confidence.

I had lost my virginity, something I'd been wanting to lose for some time. I had fucked a woman—or, more precisely, a woman had fucked me. An older, more experienced, understanding, and patient woman.

I whimpered my apology for taking advantage of her and for my inability to perform well. She shushed me and said I'd been magnificent-and, still holding fast to me with a vice grip of arms and thighs, that I'd be magnificent again immediately.

Inga hugged me close, kissed all over my face and throat and nipples, and held me prisoner inside her as I started going flaccid again. But the wonder of it all and her relentless attention to me, patience with me, and her ability to introduce me to the various aspects of her anatomy and to show me how manipulation of this and that could pleasure us both, and her encouragement on how well I was doing made me go hard again.

This time she turned on her back and made me go on my knees between her meaty thighs. She was more insistent on instructing me in my role in the thrusting, once again squeezing my buttocks and manipulating them back and forward to show the friction effect of me stroking inside her with my cock. I took longer this time, beginning to learn how to control my ejaculation, being completely surprised but impressed and aroused when she suddenly held me close, cried out, and jerked her own orgasm. And then another, followed by mine.

Lying there, side by side, both of us panting, I moaned deeply and she whispered that there was something else a woman should do for her man, moved down my body, took my cock in her mouth, and sucked me into ecstasy.

Before she let me go, she had me flat on my back and was saddled on my cock and fucking herself while she let her long breasts dangle down for me to take the nipples in my mouth.

I thought the night would never end; I didn't want it to end. I gave no thought to my parents returning before I returned to my bed. The gods were with me, though. They were very late in returning.

The fourth night she refined my education and had me standing at the foot of her bed, holding her legs spread and raised, and I was doing the pumping action inside her. Before she released me, she taught me that lips and teeth on a clit would elicited more appreciation and more intense reaction than a finger or the tip of a cock rubbing it, although she taught me that each of these acts of attention had their place. It was even this early that she advised me about the importance of the after-orgasm attention and of a second, slower, more intense fuck.

The fifth evening my parents told me that I was welcome to accompany them to their evening's event. But I had a headache, I told them. After a while, as the summer moved on, they stopped bothering to ask me if I wanted to be included when they went out.

That fall, after I had returned to the States and started junior college—and begun expertly fucking the coeds at the college—my mother let me know in a letter when I'd asked how the maid, Inga, was doing, that they'd had to let her go. Mother didn't tell me why and by the time Dad's assignment in Berlin was over and they'd moved back to where I could live at home while attending college, I'd pretty much forgotten about Inga. I had acquired a lot more sophisticated moves by that time and was screwing my way through college in more ways than one.

* * * *

With a sigh, my mother gathers up the photograph and slips it and the letter from Inga back into the envelope. She stands, takes up the rest of the mail, leans over and kisses me on the cheek and ruffles my hair. She bids both Dad and me goodnight and heads for the stairs.

When she is gone, my Dad speaks up. "Was that Maryanne you had upstairs when we came home?"

Surprised, I answer quickly, "No. I was alone."

"Was it that petite brunette, Sarah, you've been dating."

"No. Sarah and I haven't dated for weeks, Dad. You made enough cracks about her being Jewish that she drifted off."

"Well, whoever it was, I hope you've learned to use protection, Paul. We don't want to have any more Ingas and sons to have to support."



The Windjammer Cruise Ch. 01



Day 1 - Travelling

Travel

We'd had an early flight, so it is nice to be off the ground and able to sit back in my chair. I'm so glad to be leaving the snow of Minnesota and heading to the Caribbean.  We received another 8 inches of snow last night. I had been a little worried it might delay our flight. That could have cause problems given the short layover we had scheduled in Atlanta.

My kids and I are off on a week long sailing trip on a Windjammer cruise. It sounded like the perfect spring break trip.

After we level off, the flight attendants came by with our "complimentary" refreshments. Man what a reduction in service from when I use to fly 20 years ago.

The gently hum of the engine, along with being up so early, combine to make me drowsy.  My mind begins wondering if the stories I'd heard about these cruises was true. A party time.

I'm soon dreaming about partying with some ladies in their late 30s. One is a blond and the other is a brunette. Both have on skimpy swim tops and mini-mini-skirt. I'm just returning from the bar with a drink for each of us. There is music playing and the girls get up to dance. It's obvious this isn't their first adult beverage of the evening.

The girls are dancing very sensually, rubbing up against each other. Not being one to let a good time pass me by, I get up to join them. A little while later, I'm sandwiched between them in a pounding bump and grind. It doesn't take long for me to be sporting a respectable woody, which the blond can no doubt feel. Not to be outdone, the brunette is pressing her well endowed chest against my back. "I bet you'd love feeling these against you, with nothing between" she whispers in my ear.

After another round of drinks the blonde, Sandy, suggest we check out the view from the bow. We stagger our way up front and enjoy the solitude. As if on some magic signal, both ladies turn towards me, putting a hand on my chest. I feel their tits pressing around my upper arms. "Terry, we want to try something new tonight. WE want you, every which way we can" the brunette, Diane says sensually.

I move my hands to each of their waists, pulling them closer and say, "What are we waiting for? Lets grab another drink for the way, in case we get thirsty later."

Sandy reaches down, rubs my crotch and says, "hmmm, I'm not sure I can wait."

We grab a fresh drink and they lead me to their cabin. As with all the cabins on the ship, there isn't much room. Once in the room, Diane jumps on the bed while reaching behind her back to undo her top.

"Don't start without me" giggles Sandy as her top joins Diane's on the floor. They both then reach for my Hawaiian shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. Standing up, Diane reaches back to unzip her skirt, letting it slide down her tan legs. Now all she has is a skimpy little white lace thong. Because of the low ceiling, she has to bend over, causing her firm breasts to sway back and forth hypnotically.

While I'm mesmerized with her show, Sandy takes the opportunity to unbuckle my shorts and slide everything down to the floor. They both snicker when my cock pops free and begins bobbing up and down.

"That looks so tasty" Sandy comments while Diane says, "I'll bet it will feel even better."

With that, I reach out, grabbing Diane's thong and pulling it off. As I suspected, she is clean shaven. Even better, there are is only a slight shadow of a tan line, indicating she probably "tans" in the nude back home in Washington. Now that she is naked, she begins dancing seductively on the bed, grinding her hips and spreading her legs for my enjoyment. 

When I look over at Sandy, I see her pushing her skirt to the floors. I was surprised to find out she'd been commando.  She has just a shadow of blonde turf above her slit. So she is a natural blonde I grin to myself.

"Come on lover boy" Sandy then says as she pulls my face to her in a deep French kiss. I swear I feel her tongue on my tonsils. I'm soon distracted by Diane's hand stroking my hard cock. It feels so good.

In an effort to return the pleasure, my hand slides down her side, along her thighs till I feel the dampness between her legs. She assist me by spreading her legs, letting me run my finger along her slit. Her pussy is very wet with her arousal.

I move my left hand to Sandy's right breast. Her nipples are hard and she jumps when I squeeze them gently.

"I can't take it any more" she moans, "lay down so I can feel you inside me darling" Sandy says with a husky voice.

As I crawl on the bed, I glimpse her digging in the dresser drawer. "Found it" she exclaims, pulling a small foil package out of a box.

I look over to Diane as she watches Sandy putting the condom on my hard cock. "Come here sexy so I can eat that naked pussy of yours." I say lustily.

With a grin on her face, she moves her feet on both sides of my shoulders. I gaze up her legs till I see her damp and pouty lips. She begins lowering herself towards my waiting mouth. Just then, I feel Sandy lowering her hot pussy onto me. She slides down slowly, feeling every pulsating inch.

"Dad? Dad? Are you asleep"

I slowly come out of my dream to see my daughter shaking my shoulder. "Dad, do you have any more gum? We are getting ready to land, and my ears are hurting." Linda asks. Linda is my 21 year old daughter.

I think to my self, why then? Why did she have to wake me just when it was getting good. Instead, I reach into my pocket to get the extra pack of gum I had packed. She takes it, heading back to her seat.

The Second Leg

The landing is uneventful. We now have a 75 minute layover till our flight leaves for San Juan PR. After leaving the plane, I walk with my party to our departure gate.

It's good to see that my son Charles is slowing down for us. At 23, he is usually oblivious to those he is traveling with and forgets that not everyone walks as fast as he does. The change is probably due to his girlfriend walking with us. Carol is a 22 year old senior in college. She is studying to be an elementary school teacher. 

While I look around, Ellen says, "They grow up so fast don't they. Pretty soon, they won't need us". Ellen is my son's girlfriend's mother.

"You got that right. Charley already has his own place, and seems pretty serious about Carol. " I reply. "Does Carol know where she's going to be teaching next year? Is she going to stay near the cities?"

"She hasn't said anything directly, but I have a feeling she wants to stay real near a certain young man." She grins.

Ellen took the seat across the aisle from me while we waited for our flight to be called. As we wait, I think back to the surprising phone call from her.

As a Christmas present for my kids, I got them this vacation for spring break. I knew Charley couldn't afford it, and Linda was still a college student.  Charley asked how I felt about Carol coming along. I knew they were practically living together so I didn't think I could object.

Just after New Years, Ellen called. "Hi Terry, this is Ellen, Carol's mom."

"Hey Ellen, Happy New Years. Have a good holiday?" I responded. 

We continued to chat a bit. Then she asked, "Terry, I hear you and the kids are going on a Windjammer cruise over spring break. Is that right?"

"Yea, I thought it might be the last chance to have an excuse to go on a Windjammer. I always wanted to, but the kids hadn't been old enough and Donna had no interest in going on one. I think Charley invited Carol to go. I assumed she would be sharing a cabin with Linda. Is there a problem with that?"

"Oh no. Not a problem what so ever. In fact, I have another request. Would you mind if I intrude on your little vacation. Jeff is going to be in China the month of April, Mark is working in California, so I'd be all alone. Plus, I've always wanted to go on one of those cruises. Jeff is just like Donna, he has no sense of adventure." Ellen informed me.

"I'd love to have you join us. I know the kids will be off doing their thing most off the time. I think they only want me to be there to pay the bills. It will be wonderful to have someone to talk and do stuff with." I grinned. I gave her the travel information so she could make her own reservations. "We are going in the day before we set sail. That way, even if there are delays, we won't miss the boat. When the kids and I took a cruise awhile back, we came within 15 minutes of missing the boat because of flight delays."

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"Terry. Terry, I checked with the gate, the seat next to you is open. I hope it is ok that I took it. I don't do well flying." 

When we boarded the flight from Atlanta to San Juan, the kids were about 6 rows in front of Ellen and I. I had the aisle seat, with Ellen next to me. We are having the usual get to know each other conversation. It doesn't take us long however to begin complaining about our respective spouse. Her husband Jeff works for a big multi-national and is constantly travelling to the Far East. My wife is in the medical profession and works way too much.

We also talked about our kids and their relationship. We both wondered if they were going to get married. I didn't tell Ellen that Charley and I had already discussed the issue.

When the drink cart came along Ellen ordered a can of bloody Mary mix and two bottles of vodka. When I looked over at her in surprise, she commented, "Like I said earlier, I really hate to fly. I hear the flight from San Juan to the West Indies can be pretty bumpy. I consider this my liquid courage." She then makes her first one and downs it pretty quickly.

Shortly after that, Ellen asks if it would be ok if she takes a nap. 

"No problem" I reply as I move aside so she can get a pillow and blanket. While she is reaching up into the overhead bin, I get a very nice view of her profile. Ellen has nicely tanned legs, and by reaching is showing how toned her calves, thighs and gluts are. As my eyes travel up her petite body, I notice she doesn't have the usual "mommy pouch" many 40 something moms have. It's obvious that she works out to keep a trim figure. Her chest isn't large, B cup I'm guessing, but on her frame they look perfect. Her light brown hair is about shoulder length. Ellen is wearing just a touch of makeup, and I bet she doesn't even need that. Best of all, her smile is captivating.

After we are buckled in again, Ellen looks at me and asks, "Do you mind if I raise the arm rest and use your shoulder as a head rest?"

"Go for it, although Linda says my shoulder is too boney."

As Ellen is getting comfortable, she presses her thigh against mine and loops her left arm around mine before laying her head on my shoulder. I feel her soft breast brushing against my arm. I'm instantly distracted and visions are flying through my head. The smell of her clean hair engulfs me, causing me to get instantly hard.

The rest of the flight to San Juan is uneventful and we get lunch once we have landed. The flight to our final destination is on a small twin engine turbo-prop airplane. It gets a little bumpy and Ellen reaches across the aisle to grab my hand. It is obvious that she is relieved when we finally land.

A shuttle is waiting for us to take us to the hotel. We agree to meet at 6:30 in the lobby for dinner. Then Carol and Ellen head off one way to their room while the kids and I go to our room on a different floor.



The Windjammer Cruise Ch. 02



April 2008

Authors Note: This is a continuation of "The Windjammer -- Chapter 1". The reader may want to read it first in order to understand the characters.

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Dinner in San Juan

The kids and I enter our room at the hotel. They are excited to see the view out on our balcony. Our room overlooks the ocean and the beach.

"Dad? Carol, Linda and I want to go exploring downtown. If we stay as a group, would that be OK?" Charlie asks.

"As long as you stay as a group, it's fine with me. Why not find us a place to have dinner tonight. I'm starved. And remember, we are meeting down in the lobby at 6:30." I reply.

"OK, we will meet you there. What are you going to do?" he asks.

"I think I'll just take a quick shower and relax a bit. See you at 6:30, and I don't want to hear that you and Carol tried to loose Linda."

"Would we do that?" he asks with a grin on his face.

"Get out of here, and be good"

The breeze coming in the window reminded me I was on vacation in the Caribbean. The sea air was very refreshing.

During my shower, I kept having flashbacks of Ellen reaching up for a pillow and blanket on the plane this morning. The way the blouse hugged her body was very erotic. I was instantly hard again. My hand quickly reached down, allowing me to relieve the tension that had been building all day. A quick nap afterwards is rejuvenating.

I dress in slacks and a loose linen shirt. As I walk down to the lobby, I wonder how the evening will be? Will Ellen cause me to be frustrated again. I know you haven't really flirted, but I find myself thinking about you more and more.

The kids are already in the lobby waiting for us. Charley comes up to me to let me know we have reservations for 6:45 at a place down the block. The girls tell me about a club they found down the block that they want to go visit tonight after dinner.

In the middle of telling me about the club, Carol's eyes got real wide. "Mom?" 

We all looked where Carol's gaze was directed. There stood Ellen, looking very different from the "conservative Mom" you had earlier. I'm sure my jaw dropped.

You were wearing a light blue paisley dress that has spaghetti straps and ends about 3 inches above you tan legs. The top is cut square across allowing me to see the tops of you tan breasts. The waist is cinched, accentuating your shapely figure. You are wearing very simple sandals' with a 2 inch heal. Ellen's hair is brushed back and held with a clip and there is just a hint more make up than earlier. Most surprising of all was the fact that you aren't wearing a bra. Evidently there was a cool breeze in the elevator on you way down.

"Mom, I can't believe you're dressed like that." Carol exclaimed.

"Carol, I'm on vacation. Your father isn't here to get uptight about it. Are you wanting this vacations to be ultra conservative for everybody?" Ellen replied, shifting her glance between Carol and Charlie, who were holding hands.

You then turned towards me and asked, "Terry, do you find this too outlandish?"

"At the risk of upsetting Carol, I think you look fantastic. I'll feel proud getting the glares from the other guys we pass. Let them think I'm your husband." I replied while looking you in the eye.

"Dad, you shouldn't encourage Mrs. B like that." my daughter exclaimed.

"Charlie, why not lead the way to dinner. We don't want to miss our reservation". I then hold out both my elbows, one for Linda and one for Ellen. Linda ignores me and runs to grab hold of her brothers other elbow.

"Do you think this is too daring?" Ellen whispers too me.

I glance at you, taking in your sexy looks from head to toe and reply, "Depends on how you feel in it? I wasn't kidding about how fantastic you look." Then I whisper, more to myself than anyone else, "but seeing you like that is making walking a little difficult".

You obviously heard what I said because you squeeze my arm, allowing your breast to press against me and say, "Thanks, a lady likes to know you can still have an effect like that now and then. Lord knows Jeff hasn't noticed that lately."

Dinner was delightful. Ellen sat on the other side of the table. This gave me the opportunity to talk with you easily. The kids were anxious to visit the dance club they had seen earlier.

"Dad, do you mind seeing that Mrs. B. gets back to the hotel? Linda, Carol and I want to head down the block to the dance club we saw earlier. What time do we have to be back?" Charlie asked.

"If Ellen doesn't mind, I'd be honored to escort her back. We might even stop at the Jazz club we walked by on our way here. We are leaving for the cruise at 1pm. You guys are all over 21. You are responsible for yourselves. I will be having breakfast at 10am and expect you three to make an appearance by then. So use your best judgment." I tell them.

"Aw Dad, I hate it when you tell us to use our best judgment. Then we have to guess what time you think is right." Linda whines.

I just grin and see Ellen wink at me. The kids quickly take off before I do set a time for them. 

After paying the bill, Ellen and I begin walking along the road. "Terry, I really liked how you handled that. Jeff would have set some arbitrary time and that would be that. You seem to enjoy being with your kids, but giving them the space they need."

"Thank you. You and Carol seem to get along ok." I replied.

The Beachside Entertainment

We continued walking in silence for a block before Ellen asked, "Terry, did you know I really like Jazz when you said that to the kids?"

I laugh before replying, "No I didn't, but I love jazz too. And, to be honest, I wanted get some more glares from those guys who are jealous, thinking I'm the lucky one taking you to bed tonight" I flirt.

You turn a deep shade of red before putting your arm through mine. "I think I'm going to enjoy this week Terry. You are such a flirt, and You've already boosted my self esteem more than Jeff has in the last 10 year. Thanks."

"The Blue Lagoon" is an open air bar with a thatched roof, tikki torches and the sea breeze. "What would you like a drink?" I asked Ellen. I was momentarily distracted and had to ask you what you had said a second time. You has just taken a seat, crossing you legs, causing you flimsy dress to ride high on you thighs. The gentle wind from the ocean was caused your nipples to become very prominent.

You grab the drink menu and looks through it diligently until you spot a picture of the drink a lady at the next table over is having. "I'd like to try an Appletini" you respond.

I go up to the bar to order you an Appletini, and my Bushmills with a diet coke. I'm surprised at how much apple Vodka goes into the drink and wonder what effect it will have on you. I know you had two Bloody Mary's while on the plane and we both had a large glass of wine with dinner.

When I return to the table, I see your sandals are on the deck in front of you and you are tapping your toes in rhythm with the music. When I hand you your drink, I watch in amazement as you take a big gulp.

Just as I'm about to sit down, you set down your drink and grab my hand, leading me to the dance floor. It's a fast song, and I enjoy watching you as you move to the music. Your dress flares out at the bottom in a very sexy way. Two songs later, the little quartet slows it down. You step right next to me like we'd been dancing for years. You lift your arms around my neck. I feel the heat of your body against me, your firm breasts pressing into my stomach. I smell your clean hair as it brushes against my chin. Holding you like this is very exciting. I wonder if you can feel my arousal between us. It takes all my self control to keep from letting my hands wander over you body.

When we return to our table, you quickly downed the rest of your drink. "What are you drinking?" you ask.

I watch as you walk to the bar, swearing you are wiggling your hips more than usual. Then I wonder if you are flirting or have had too much to drink. I glance around to see a number of other guys and gals checking you out.

"They ran out of glass glasses, so we have to settle with plastic" you inform me before plopping down in my lap. You then lean over and whisper, "Do you think those guys are jealous now?" 

I chuckle before replying, "Yes, I'm sure they are, and from the looks of it, there might be a few jealous ladies too".

You drape your arm around my shoulder. This gives me a birds eye view of your thinly veiled breasts. After taking a drink, I let my hand "slip" onto your knee. You jump and giggle, "You're just trying to get me chilled with those cold hands of yours so my nipples get hard." I can tell you are feeling no pain at this point.

"No Ellen, I wasn't trying to do that. My intentions are honorable. Besides, I'd noticed that your nipples were already hard" I say before blowing warm air in their direction. "Does that help?"

"If I didn't know better (and I don't) I'd think you are trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me." you slur.

A walk on the Beach 

The band takes a break, so I suggest we take a walk on the beach. You grab your sandals and we grab our drinks and off we go, out the back way to the beach.

As we walk along, I wonder where this week will lead. I find you very attractive and enjoy being around you. Will anything sexual happen between us? What will our kids think if it does? Will they tell our spouses if they do find out? 

You tell me to hold out my hand and then hang your sandals on my finger and put your drink in my hand. I then watch as you lift your dress a little higher and start running down the beach towards the water. You frolic in the foam up to your knees. You lift your dress higher, unaware that in doing so I see the black lace panties you are wearing. I follow you as you move down the surf towards our hotel. After awhile, you come out of the water and retrieve your drink. You take a big sip. You then lean up against me and give me a big wet kiss on my cheek. "Thank you for allowing me to come along. I've really needed some time away from home; to unwind, to think about things."

We continue walking down the beach, each of us silent and in our own little world. With the alcohol for courage I take the first step over the line. I reach out to take your hand in mine. You look up at me with a questioning look, as though asking "is this real?" But then your smile begins to radiate and I know I made the right decision.

A few steps later, you stop and turn to me and ask, "Terry, have you heard the saying, "What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas"? I nod yes. "How do you feel about making a new saying, "What happens on vacation stays on the vacation?"

"Ellen, I met you five years ago at the Speech tournament and since then, I've thought about you a lot. I think I was more disappointed when Charlie and Carol split a month later the he was. I know this could get complicated, and I'm not sure how the kids would take it, but I want to ask you a question. " I pause, hoping I don't get slapped, but pretty sure I won't. "Ellen, would you be offended if I kissed you?"

By way of an answer you stepped closer to me, lifting my hand to your cheek. "Terry, right now, I can't think of anything I'd like better. Well maybe one or two things.."

I use my fingers to lift your chin towards my lips as I lower my head. Our lips brush together and I feel the heat. Our tongues make that first tentative entrance into the others mouth. Soon they are dancing with passion. My right hand moves through your hair.

I break the kiss, looking down into your eyes for a response. You lift your glass toward me, "Cheers, and here is to a great beginning to what I think might be a wonderful week". You then down the rest of your drink, letting your glass and sandals fall to the sand.

We come together in a passionate embrace. Our bodies are pressed against each other. I feel your firm breasts against my chest. I'm sure you feel my arousal burning between us. My fingers are running through your soft hair while yours are under my shirt, caressing my back.

I break the kiss, nibbling my way along your chin so I can whisper in your ear how sexy you are. "Terry, you are a very handsome man. You don't know how long I've yearned to hear someone call me sexy." You murmur in reply.

"Well you certainly look sexy in those black panties you are wearing." I giggle.

"How do you know what color panties I'm wearing?" you query with a shocked expression on your face.

I chuckle before replying. "Well Ellen, you should be a little more careful when you lift your dress up while frolicking in the ocean. You were fully exposed out there, and with the full moon, it was quite a show. And, a very nice show I might add"

I see you blushing as I lean down to kiss you again. Your arms snake behind me, pulling me against you. I shift slightly to let my right leg slide between your thighs. You let your legs part slightly, allowing my thigh to press against you. I feel you moan into my mouth. Your hands slide under my shirt, your finger tips pulling at my back muscles.

The fingers of my left hand glide through your soft hair as I pull your mouth tight against mine. You begin sucking my tongue into your mouth making me yearn to know what it would feel like to have you sucking on something else. I wonder if you know the effect you are having on me. Then I realize you must given that your hip is pressing against my growing bulge.

My right hand slides up your smooth arm towards your shoulder. Your skin is soft and warm to my touch as I lower it down your back. I grin to myself thinking about how you would react if I lowered the zipper I'm touching now. My arm stretches further, allowing me to cup your ass. You moan again as this increases the pressure of my thigh against you. I feel you shudder against me as I drag my fingers up your side, around your arm to the base of your breast.

You unrestrained beast is firm in my hand. As I begin squeezing you, I feel you flexing your hips, increasing the pressure of my thigh against your sex. Your nipples are like erasers pressing into my palm. From the feel, I'm guessing you are a 34B.

You moan out loud as I nibble my way along your neck. I capture your left nipple between my fingers and hear you squeal in pleasure. "Gaud that feels good Terry, he never touches me anymore" you murmur.

I glance behind you and see a beach chair a hundred feet down from us. I put my arm around you waist, leading you towards the chair. "Let's sit down and get a bit more comfortable." I grin. As we walk, you put your hand in my pocket, squeeze my ass periodically.

When we reach the chair, I sit down, pulling you into my lap. Your arms go around my neck and mine around your waist. We are soon locked in a passionate embrace. Our tongues are dancing with a renewed fervor. 

I raise my hand so I can cup your breast again. Your nipple feels hard in my hand and I hear you murmur "Yes" as I begin squeezing it. You arch your back, inviting me to squeeze more. I start kissing my way along your chin and down your neck. I find the strap of your dress and let my tongue leave a wet trail along your collarbone until I reach the top of your dress. I lift my head to gaze into your eyes. I see the lust there while you nod your head indicating you want me to continue.

My left hand slowly unzips the back of your dress. My other hand moves to push the spaghetti straps off your shoulders, allowing the cups of your dress to fall down. A look of concern moves across your face as I gape at your newly exposed flesh. "Your breasts are beautiful Ellen. They seem to be begging to be suckled." I add.

"Please" you croak.

While not large, your breasts are firm and topped with tight brown nipples the size of my pinky. I lean over and blow warm air over your left tit. "hmm" escapes from your lips. You start running your fingers through my hair, slowly pulling my mouth towards your chest.

I extend my tongue so I can flick it over your bundle of nerve endings. You jump with my first contact. You arch your back when I suck your nipple into my mouth. You ass starts squirming in my lap as I let my teeth scrape over your flesh. Your fingers begin drawing my head tighter against your chest, forcing more of your flesh into my sucking mouth. I shake my head, sending new sensations through your body on their way to your sexual middle. the

You seem lost in your own little world of pleasure. Little sounds radiate from inside you. I take this opportunity to slide my right hand down your side, over your hips and along your thighs. You finally notice my fingers caressing you when they touch your right knee. You respond by letting your legs part limply. I continue stroking your inner thigh as my hand moves higher up your leg. Your muscles quiver in anticipation of the explosion that is building inside you.

As my fingers near your sex, I feel your damp heat. The wind shifts and I get a wonderful whiff of your arousal. When I finally touch your panties, I find they are wet with your juices. You moan when I press my finger against your button. You gyrate your hips in an effort to increase the pressure.

My hand moves up your thigh in an attempt to slide a finger inside the leg opening of your thong. I feel your soft honey covered pubs, looking forward to licking off your dew. You moan out loud with pleasure before adding, "Terry, will you make love to me?"

I pull back in surprise, not that I don't want to have you, but more out of surprise. You quickly pull back when you see my face. 

"Don't you want me?" you ask with a whimper.

I pause before answering, trying to process it all.

"Never mind." You sob as you bring your hands to your face. I can feel you beginning to cry.

"Ellen, you are so sexy. It's not that I don't want to have wild sex with you. It's just that you caught me by surprise. I have to confess that I've had quite a few fantasies of what I'd want to do with you since I met you when our kids first started dating" I whisper.

You look up at me in wonder. "Terry, I have two confessions to make. Since that day we worked together, I've wondered what you'd be like. The other thing is, I've only been with one man, Jeff, before. I was a virgin till after he asked me to marry him. There are so many things I've read about but was afraid to bring it up to Jeff because he'd think I'm a freak."

I hold you close, brushing my hand over your hair. "Ellen, I had no idea. The other reason I don't want to make love to you now, key phrase there is now, is that I'm a bad boy scout tonight." I can tell from the puzzled look on your face that you don't understand. " I'm not prepared. I didn't expect this, so I don't have any condoms with me. But fear not, I do want you. I want to make you feel so good."

This must have been the right answer because you take my right hand and place it on your left breast. "You are already making me feel good. I just hope I can make you feel good." you whisper before putting your lips over mine in a passion filled kiss.

Briefly breaking the kiss, I look into your eyes and say, "I think you are a little over dressed. I can think of something black that you should take off."

"Hmmm" you murmur, "I think I'm going to like this" you add as you stand up, making a show of sliding your panties down your legs without lifting your dress.

You hand them to me. I feel how damp they are with your juices. You begin blushing as I bring them to my nose to inhale your scent. "Where do you want me Terry?"

I point to my lap. You sit down, not caring that the top of your dress fell down, exposing your firm chest. It is then that I notice there are no tan lines. My hand slides up under your dress, letting my fingers tickle your inner thigh. You make no move to close your thighs, but rather spread them open, inviting me in. 




The Windjammer Cruise Ch. 03



This is chapter 3 of the Windjammer series. I'd like to thank Angel for her use of the "red" pen.

Also, this story involves two parents (not married to each other) accidentally seeing their kids going at it. If this isn't your thing, just wait for the next chapter.

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Board the ship -- San Juan

The morning was uneventful. We all met for breakfast and discussed the plan for the day.

As we board the ship, we are informed that the Captain will be hosting a bon voyage champagne toast on the fantail at 3:00 pm.

The kids take off to explore the ship, leaving us alone. This is our first chance to discuss what happened last night. I know this conversation could go either way, so I suggest we grab a cocktail.

"Ellen, about last night." I begin. You immediately hold up your hand, signaling me to stop.

"Terry, I want to thank you for last night. You have awakened something within me. I barely slept last night thinking of all the sexy things I've read about. I was imagining things I might like to try with you IF you are interested?" you reply.

"Ellen. I'm a guy and you are a very sexy lady. But..." I pause, "not only are you beautiful, you are bright and entertaining too. I have been thinking of a few ideas of my own I'd like to try with you too. What are some of the things you've got in mind?"

"I think I need some more of this." holding up your glass, "before I can give specifics." you blush.

We grab another glass of champagne and continue walking around the deck, trying to get the lay of the land. While we walk, I admire how "Girl-next-door" you look today. You are wearing light tan shorts that stop just above your knee, a pale green sleeveless button-up blouse. I can just barely make out the bikini panties and bra underneath. Your face is just glowing as though you don't have a care in the world.

We continue walking around the ship. When we are back on deck and moving toward the front of the boat you say, "Giving a fantastic blow job."

I stop dead in my tracks, looking at you to see if I'd heard you right. You turn to me and give me a wink. "You asked earlier what were some of the sexual things I've read about and want to try. I would like to know how to give a great blow job. John gets grossed out if I suggest giving him one."

I role my eyes in wonder thinking how stupid not to accept a freely given blow job?

"I think we might be able to help you with that." I grinned back at her. "It will be tough, but for you..." I let trail off.

You began blushing and continued walking. "Anything else?" I inquired.

You continue walking slowly, not letting your eyes connect with mine. "I'd like to experience other positions besides missionary. Jeff always has me just lay on my back, like I'm not suppose to enjoy sex." you mumble.

"Any particular positions in particular?" I ask.

"Well, ever been in a situation where you were too ignorant to even ask the right questions?" you reply sheepishly.

"Hmm, maybe the cowgirl position would be one you'd enjoy." I answer.

"Cowgirl, what is that?"

"Ever hear the song 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy'? Imagine you are a cowgirl. If you are riding a horse, you would be in a saddle. If you are riding a cowboy, you'd be straddling his hips. Get the picture?" I chide.

I watch as you look me up and down, mentally undressing me with your eyes. I can tell you are trying to picture me underneath you. "I can see how that would work." you reply with glowing cheeks.

We continue walking and you have this thousand mile stare going on. I interrupt by saying, "There is also the favorite position of our canine friends."

You give me a puzzled look like I'm crazy.

"You have a dog. Haven't you ever heard of 'doing it doggie style'?" I ask.

You blush as you picture your dog going at it with the neighbor dog. "Interesting." you reply.

"Let's not forget shower sex. As petite as you are, there are lots of things we could do in that small space."

About this time, I see Carol and Charlie walking towards us. "Hi Dad." Charlie says as Carol says "Hi Mom.".

"What kind of trouble are you two up too, and where is Linda?" I ask.

"We were just going to go hang out with some kids at the fantail bar. I think Linda is floating around here somewhere with her new girlfriend. What are you two doing?" Charlie asked.

"I found a cribbage player and we are going to teach Ellen how to play in about 10 minutes." I responded.

"OK, catch ya later." I hear you say and see you wink at Carol.

After they are gone, I wonder out loud about what they are up to. 

"I didn't know we were going to play cribbage?" you ask.

I chuckle before saying, "We aren't. I wanted to give them a reason why they won't find us out and about. I think it is time to begin your education."

I see you turning red. I also notice your nipples begin showing your excitement at the prospects.

Voyeurs

Once the kids are out of sight, I lead the way to my room. Once inside I ask, "Ready to begin your education?"

Blushing, you ask what I had in mind.

"Well, you did ask to learn how to give a killer blow job." I smirk.

I reach out, lifting your chin. You look into my eyes and see the lust I have for you burning bright. Our lips touch and our tongues are soon dancing. I cover your breast with my hand while you cup my crotch with yours.

My fingers start to unbutton your shirt when I vaguely realize there are voices outside the door. I soon grasp that the voices I hear belong to our two kids.

I grab your hand, putting my finger to my lip in a sign to stay quiet. I quickly head towards the tiny bathroom, pulling you along. We step over the ledge and I don't notice the towel my son had left. It keeps the door from shutting, but at least the light wasn't on.

We turn around and peer out the door to see my son and your daughter in a hot embrace. It is obvious that they have no idea we are watching. You watch as his hand grabs her ass, pulling her tight against him. Your eyes then go wide when you see your daughter's hand begin rubbing his crotch. They both start moaning.

"Are you sure your Dad won't come back?" Carol asks.

"When he is playing cribbage he gets into his own little world." Charlie replies. His hand has slid under Carol's top and looks to be squeezing her breast. She tilts her head back and moans in pleasure. Charlie sees his opening and begins nibbling on her exposed skin.

I take the opportunity to begin nibbling on your neck from behind while you are distracted watching our children play.

"Well let's not take any chances. I'm so hot I want you right now." Carol responds urgently. She then steps back before lifting the hem of her shirt off and onto the floor. She quickly grabs for the buttons of her shorts and they fall to her feet. There your daughter is, wearing her bikini top and a pink thong. Her hands then move to unbutton Charlie's shorts, pushing them and his boxers to the floor.

You gasp when you see her aggressiveness and then see how hard my son is. Meanwhile, he has pulled off his own T-shirt. It doesn't take him long to reach behind Carol to undo her top and let it join the rest of her clothes on the floor.

"It's been way too long since I've been with you. It was hard seeing you last night and not touching you." he moans as she begins slowly stroking his length.

I move in tight behind you, letting your feel my arousal against your tight back side. My hands move around your body with one hand squeezing your breast while the other undoes the rest of the buttons on your shirt. You are so enthralled by what the kids are doing, you don't even notice when I unfasten the front of your bra.

I gaze over your shoulder at your erect nipples and can tell you are aroused watching the show in front of you. Carol kisses her way down Charlie's body, stopping to pay attention to his nipples. She kneels down in front of him with fire in her eyes as she watches his hard cock pulse in front of her. Her hand reaches out to gently stroke him before slowly licking his length.

I begin squeezing your breast and pulling gently on your nipple. You back your shorts covered ass against my growing member, enjoy it's feel against you. You watch in amazement as Carol proceeds to take Charlie fully into her mouth. You hear her gag momentarily when she has him completely inside. He grabs hold of her hair and begins thrusting his hips. Her left hand glides up the inside of his left leg till she can hold his cream filled sack in her palm.

I reach down with my right hand to undo the buttons of your shorts. My hand slides inside, finding the elastic of your panties. When my fingers slide under the band, they feel the heat of your sex. I feel your moisture as my index finger begins circling your hard clit. "See where Carol's right hand is?" I whisper when I notice she is stroking herself. I see her fingers rubbing her crotch as her mouth moves up and down on his cock.

I guess that Charlie was getting close to exploding because he lifts her up, kissing her fully on the mouth. When he breaks away he says, "Bend over and grab the dresser. I want to watch you in the mirror as I fuck you from behind."

"Oh yes, give me that cock of yours, hard and fast!" she replies as she moves towards the dresser. From our vantage point, we can see her tits in the mirror as she reaches between her legs to guide him into her waiting pussy.

My son grabs your daughter's hips and enters her fully. A look of pure pleasure rolls over her face as she takes in a deep breath. I take this as a sign that I should push my fingers into your tight canal. My thumb presses against your love button, causing you to tighten up as a mini wave flows over you.

He begins pushing into her faster and harder. Her tits are swaying, brushing against the dresser with each stroke. They are both panting as she screams out "faster" and begins pushing back against him.

"Cum on my back, let me be your little slut today." She whimpers. 

He must have been getting close because he reaches around to grab her nipples. His hips are moving faster before he pulls out and lets his cream fly over her ass and back.

As the spurting stops, Carol turns around to take his cock in her mouth and suck him dry.

As their breathing returns to normal, Charlie tells Carol they better get themselves presentable before "dad" gets back. He starts walking towards the bathroom, I assume to get a wash cloth when Carol stops him saying, "I want to keep your sticky cream on so I'll be able to remember that I'm your little slut today."

They quickly put their clothes on, look around the room to make sure they didn't leave anything and the close the door behind them.

I begin pumping my fingers inside you, my thumb rubbing your clit and my other hand pinching your nipples.

"Don't stop, I'm so close!" you plead, before going rigid as an orgasm begins wracking your body. 

"Did watching Carol and Charlie have sex get you as hot as it did me? Your daughter is a very sexy and sensual girl." I whisper.

"Well Charlie isn't too bad himself. Makes me curious about how good you are." you giggle.

"Hmmm" I murmur as I pull down your shorts. "Maybe we should make use of this shower..." 



The Windjammer Cruise Ch. 04



To the Reader: This is the fourth chapter in a series. You will probably want to read the previous chapters to get a feel for the characters. Please feel free to leave any comments about the story and be sure to vote.

A special thanks to Angel for her liberal use of "The Red Pen".

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Exploring the bathroom

As I push your short and panties to the floor, I see the towel that was holding open the bathroom door. After pulling up the towel away, allowing the door to shut, I notice your tight ass in front of me. I give it a few kisses.

"I can't believe I got so turned on by watching your Charlie fucking my Carol. It was obviously not their first time together." you marvel.

I couldn't believe we had just watched our kids get it on just 6 feet from us without them knowing. I also couldn't believe I was in the bathroom of my cabin on this sailboat, half naked, with my son's girlfriend's mother.

"What turned you on the most? Her aggressiveness? The expression on her face when she was giving him the blow job and fingering herself?" I whispered.

"Actually, it was the expression of pure pleasure on his and her face when he entered her from behind. And then seeing him cover her back with his cum." you giggle.

I let my hands crawl up your side while I stand up. There isn't much room in our cabin's bathroom, so I'm pressed tight against you. With my hands cupping your breasts, pulling you tight against me, I whisper, "Maybe I should take you right here, entering your tight pussy from behind". I add a little grind against your ass for emphasis.

"Hmmm" you moan.

With the door closed, it is dark inside the tight compartment, only the night light illuminating your face. I reach over to lock the door before reaching into my pocket to retrieve the condom I'd put in there earlier. I hand it to you saying, "Would you like the honors?"

"You mean in here?" you ask inquisitively before a grin comes to your face. 

"There is no time like the present, and then I can wash you off in the shower unless you want to be like Carol and have cum sticking to your back during dinner" I chuckle.

You turn around, pulling my shirt up and over my head. I then feel you unbuttoning my shorts before pushing them and my briefs to the floor. While you are kneeling, you feel my cock bouncing against the side of your face. You grab it with the right hand and give it a few licks.

You hear me moan in pleasure as my fingers begin running through your hair. "Get the rubber on so I can fuck that sweet pussy of yours." I plead. 

"Yes Sir!" you giggle while you rip open the package with your teeth. My hands meanwhile are caressing your breast and pulling gently on your nipples.

You fumble a bit in your haste to get the rubber on. "OK. Now I want you to fuck me hard. I am so hot for you." you breathe as you turn around. With your hands on the sink, I feel you thrust your ass out to me. Soon I feel you reaching between your legs, guiding me to your velvety channel. You try to push back, but I hold you away, instead ever so slowly I enter you. After an inch, I begin pulling out only to hear you whimper "No.".

I press back in, a little bit further before pulling out again. "Terry, stop teasing me!" you squirm.

I grab your hips and press all the way into you. "Yes!" you scream, a little shudder flows over your body. I hold you there, feeling your tight pussy contracting around me. My hands slide up till I'm cupping your breast.

"Hands on the counter" I command. While staying inside you, I reach over to turn on the light. You blink as your eyes adjust and I comment, "I wanted to see your sexy body while I fuck you."

"Gawd this feels good. Give it to me fast and deep." you plead.

I grab your hips and begin moving faster and harder. We both begin panting as our passion grows. The tight space prevents the air conditioning from keeping up. Our bodies are sweating as our thighs slap together.

I let a hand reach around to rub your slippery clit. You jump at my touch and then begin moaning from the waves of pleasure.

"I'm so close, fuck me harder. Cum all over my back and make me your slut" you giggle while you look up at me through the mirror.

I increase my pace, feeling your muscles tighten around me. I can barely hold it. I have to pull out, jerking the rubber off so I can spray your back with my hot cream. You have a look of pure ecstasy as you watch me explode. You gaze at me in amazement as cum lands on your ass.

My fingers reach around to grab your breast in one hand and your clit between my fingers. This sets off a massive orgasm that wracks your body. You let out a guttural scream of pure lust as your body shakes.

After you've recovered, I see you reach back to massage the sticky cream onto your ass. "I like knowing you came on my back Terry. It makes me feel so wanton."

I reach behind myself to turn on the hot water in the shower. I then grab your hand and place it on my semi-limp cock. "Ready for round two?" I ask.

The Shower

You begin stroking my dick as we step into the shower. "We will have to see if you are up to the task." you grin.

The warm water feels good against our skin. I grab the gel the ship provided us and pour some out onto your shoulders. I let it dribble across your chest.

"Turn around please." I ask.

My hands begin rubbing your shoulders, slowly moving down your back. I look down and see the suds sliding over your tight ass. The slap on your butt startles and excites you before I begin kneading your cheeks. My hands then glide along your hipbones allowing me to begin washing your stomach. It is then I notice how firm and flat your abs are. "Hmm, I like the feel of this" I murmur into your ear while I pull my body tight against your back. You wiggle your ass against me, feeling my cock stiffen. My hands continue to move over the front of your body. You lean your head back against my shoulder, turning your mouth towards mine as my hand wrap gently around your breasts. They aren't big, just a perfect handful. The soap allows my fingers to caress your skin and scintillate stimulate your nipples. You open your mouth inviting a kiss which I happily return.

You reach around to begin caressing my now hard cock. "Hmm, looks who's getting a second wind" you giggle. Your body turns to face me before you hold out your other hand. "Gel please"

With a squirt of the gel in your hand, you spread your fingers over my chest. Our lips lock again. Our tongues are soon dancing passionately. I feel your fingers begin pulling on my nipple. The feelings were very new and exciting. You feel me pulse in your other hand.

"Hhmm, you like than don't you" you ask with a snicker.

"I'm liking a lot of things you are doing right now" I reply.

You turn me around so the water rinses off my chest. More gel in your hand is then on my back. Your fingers follow the muscles along my spine before grabbing my cheeks. "I like the way you take care of your body. Makes me think you will have lots of stamina." you chuckle before reaching around to stroke me, "Yyes, lots of stamina."

"Turn around" you ask.

As I turn I feel you slide down my body. "Is class in session?" you ask before taking me in your mouth.

"Yes it is. And your first lesson is that there is more than just sucking on a cock" I choke. "Use your hand to gently caress my sack. Let my balls slowly roll in your hand. Gently squeeze them occasionally. Feel their weight." I quietly suggest.

The feelings flowing through me are wonderful. You are a quick study. I look down and see the concentration on your face. Gazing around your hands and face, I watch the water streaming over your breast and dipping from your aroused nipples. You sense I'm watching you and look up at me. The lust and passion in your eyes excite me even more.

"You feel so great Ellen. You want to find the guys "G" spot?" I ask.

You bob your head yes with my cock still in your mouth.

"With a finger of your left hand, reach right behind my sack, but in front of my rosebud. You'll feel a muscle there. Massage it gently and you'll drive me crazy." I murmur.

You move your finger as I instructed. "A little softer to begin with. You'll feel the muscle harden just before I blow." I look down to see the grin on your face.

"Do you like to swallow?" I inquire.

You release my cock from your mouth, still rubbing up and down with your hand, and say, "Remember, John doesn't let me do this. It's been a long time since I've tasted a guys cum. I'd like to taste it now, but I'd also like to be 'Your little slut' and feel your sticky cum on my breasts all night" you giggle, imitating your daughter's earlier comment.

"Keep this up and you won't have long to wait" I purr. I reach down, gently grabbing your head and pushing your mouth back towards my member.

You increase your effort, massaging my "G" spot, bobbing your head while sucking hard, and still stroking the base. Your pace quickens as you feel me expanding inside your mouth.

"I'm close Ellen" I pant. You turn me so I'm now in the water and you aren't.

Your head begins moving even faster. I scream out in ecstasy and explode inside your mouth. You take the first squirt, then pull my out, aiming the next shots on your lovely tits. I watch as the sticky white cream adheres to your breast.

As I finish, you take me back into your mouth to suck the last drop. Meanwhile, your hand is massaging my jiz into your skin. "Hmmm" you moan around my cock.

You quickly stand up, making sure to stay out of the spray. "You tasted great Terry. I know I want to enjoy that again, soon" you add with a sparkle in your eye.

You reach around to turn off the water and say, "I think I better get back to my room to get dressed for dinner. But I'll make sure not to wipe this off."

"Does that excite you? Knowing your cum is on my tits. I don't know what I'll do during dinner knowing you are on me like that and that I was your little slut this afternoon"

"Yes it excites me Ellen. But who said you are my little slut ONLY this afternoon. I want to you wear that dress you did last night. The one that shows off your ass so nicely, only I want you to go 'Commando'" I add.

"Commando? What does that mean" you ask with a slightly fearful look on your face.

"Well, you've heard that Navy Seals never wear underwear" I smile mischievously. It is obvious from the change in your expression when you comprehend what I just told you to do. 

"I think that can be arranged if that is what you want your little slut to do." you giggle.

We quickly dry off and you grab my bathrobe for the quick walk to your cabin. 



The Windjammer Cruise Ch. 05



(the reader may wish to read the earlier chapters to understand the characters and relationships. I apologize it has taken so long for chapter 5. The girl-girl scene is new to me.)

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The First Dinner

I was the first to arrive in the dining room for our first meal on the cruise. Charlie was off getting Carol, his girl friend, and Linda, my daughter was out and about. While I waited for the others to arrive, I thought back to the first time I met Ellen, Carol's mom.

It started back at one of their High School Speech competition. I had volunteered to help, and they put me to work in the concession stand. As I walked up to the booth I'm to be working at, I saw this attractive petite lady. She had shoulder length sandy blonde hair, beautiful green eyes and an inviting smile.

"Hi, I'm Terry, I guess we are working together this afternoon" I say as I held out my hand to shake hers.

"I'm Ellen. Aren't you Charlie's dad?" you replied.

"Yes, I am."

"I'm Carol's mom. I think our kids are seeing each other." 

We spent most of the afternoon talking about our kids and what they were doing. Our business was very sporadic, so we had a lot of time to chat. We also talked about our spouses who both worked too much.

When Ellen turned away, I got a chance to admire how nice she really looked. Her jeans were tight enough to see that she had a great ass and shapely thighs. Looking at her profile, it's hard to imagine she'd had two kids. The breasts aren't big, but they looked firm. Later, when we were carrying things out to the cars, Ellen choose not to wear a coat. It was rather chilly and coming back inside; her nipples were showing nicely through the pullover shirt.

Around 6 o'clock, the people running the tournament came around and told us to close up shop so we could attend the awards ceremony. We chatted on the way to the auditorium where you ran into a friend. I went ahead and found a seat. I was pleasantly surprised when you came in and sat down next to me. It was very enjoyable whispering during the awards. Our legs touched a few times. When I didn't pull my knee away, I notice you hadn't either. Nothing else happened, but the seed was planted in my mind. 

A night of dreams

That night, I couldn't seem to get you out of my mind. I kept conjuring up different scenarios where you and I were together. Sometimes we were just flirting, other times we had hot sex someplace together. A particularly hot one involved bending you over the serving counter and taking you from behind.

There you were your sweater still around your neck. Your breasts swaying free with our motion, unencumbered by your open bra. Your jeans and white bikini panties were around one ankle leaving your other leg completely naked. Your hands are spread on the cold stainless steal counter. You feel my fingers around your nipples as I pound into you. You start moaning, "Harder..."

"Dad. Dad. Dad, are you OK?" Linda asks.

"Huh, what?" I mumble, getting jerked back to reality.

"Where were you? You seemed a thousand miles away, with the biggest grin on your face." she kids as she plops down next to me at the dinning room table. "Where's the rest of the gang. Don't tell me I'm the first."

"Charlie went to escort Carol and Ellen. They should be here any minute." I reply. "And who is your friend?"

"Dad this is my new friend Lacie. Lacie, this is my Dad." you say formally trying to keep from laughing. "We met at the Captain's party this afternoon. We are both in college for pre-law and we are both swimmers."

I take a minute to look Lacie over. She looks like a dwarf next to Linda who is 5'11". I'm guessing Lacie is maybe 5 foot even. She has short sun bleached hair and blue eyes. Nice figure, more curves than Linda, and very young looking. But the way she is dressed, I'm sure I'm not the only one whose attention she has caught.

Linda reaches her arms around my neck; a move I know is the prelude to getting me to agree with something she wants. "Daddy dearest," she lays it on, "Lacie and I were talking earlier. Her brother Eric couldn't get away from work due to some big project or something that came up. Anyway, she is in a double cabin all by herself." she swoons. "I know that with the three of us in our cabin, it is a little tight, not to mention awkward. So, Lacie invited me to move into her cabin with her. Can I?" she asks with her blue eyes looking up at me. "And her grandparents are just across the hall to keep us safe." she adds to try to seal the deal.

The first thing I think of is that with her gone, that will mean one less person with a key to interrupt Ellen and me. I decided that I shouldn't look too anxious, so I give her my "pondering" look. "Is it ok with your parents Lacie?" I ask.

"Sure Mr. Schumacher, they were worried I wouldn't have any friends onboard given there are only 70 some passengers." Lacie adds, trying to sound very grown up.

"Ok Linda, if it is ok with her grandparents, it's ok with me. Just don't make me regret this. I just feel sorry for the young men on the boat" I grin.

Linda leans over and gives me a big kiss on the cheek before saying, "Thanks Daddy. I love you." 

"What did she talk you into now?" Charlie asks as he, Carol and Ellen walk up to the table. I see he and Carol are holding hands. When I look over at Ellen, I think my jaw dropped. She's wearing a sun dress with spaghetti straps and a hem about halfway up her thigh. There is just a touch of make up present and her lips look absolutely luscious.

"Dad is letting me move in with Lacie for the rest of the week. Her brother couldn't make it at the last minute, so she is in the room all by herself." Linda replies.

"God help the guys on the ship" he chuckles, knowing how wild his sister can get sometimes. Then he remembers that I'm there and hopes I didn't catch his comment.

Lacie joins us and we find out she too is 21, just like Linda. The meal was Mahi Mahi over local vegetables. The food is delicious. So is the company. Part way through meal, I feel your toes sliding along the inside of my ankle. 

"Have any of you seen that new movie about Navy Commandoes?" you ask with a grin. I see the twinkle in your eye and wonder if you are telling me the truth. Did you "go commando"?

After desert, I look over and notice that both Charlie and Carol have their hands below the table. I snicker thinking what might be going on. Carol did have a short skirt on when she came to the table. I catch your eye and glance over at them.

Meanwhile, I hear Linda and Lacie snickering and pointing. I follow their gaze to see the victims of interest. Seems they found two guys that look to be around their age. They look so alike; I'm betting they are twins. They are sitting with their mom and dad. Mom is rather attractive in California way. Their dad looks very pale. I wonder if he is ill or just seasick?

"Dad, Lacie and I are going to move now." Linda says as they excuse themselves, but not before walking by the table with the twins. I watch as the boys first see the two girls and then turn to follow them with their eyes. I swear Linda has an extra sway in her hips, and Lacie might just have a little more bounce in her step.

Charlie and Carol are the next to leave. "We're going up top to do some dancing Dad. That island band sounds pretty cool."

After they have left, your foot begins sliding along my calf again. "I guess it is just you and me. What do you think we should do?" you ask with a grin.

"I think we should take a walk, to let me verify you are in fact 'going commando', and then I'll take you back to my cabin to let you practice your cowgirl routine." I whisper.

"Sounds like a plan to me," you reply, "Lead the way sexy." you whisper. 

Her First

Meanwhile, Linda and Lacie have gone to our cabin to get her stuff. "Damn Linda, you have such sexy legs." Lacie comments as she admires Linda's long toned legs.

Linda blushes before saying, "I call them my swimmers legs. It keeps them very sculptured."

"I bet the guys and girls love it when you wrap them all the way around their waist." Lacie adds with a lusting look in her eye.

The mention of both boys and girls enjoying it caught Linda off guard. Like most girls, she'd been curious about girls, but had only been with guys in a sexual way. Her eyes slowly move down Lacie's body, admiring the firmness of her breasts pulling her shirt tight across her chest. It is obvious Lacie isn't wearing a bra because her nipples are very aroused.

"And I bet they enjoy playing with your boobs. They look scrumptious." Linda replies.

Lacie just grins and wiggles her eyelids. They pick up Linda's suitcases and head down the hall. "Did you see how those boys looked at us when we walked by?" Lacie asks.

"Ya. I think the one on the outside, you know the one, with his tongue on the floor as you and your titties went bouncing by, would have followed you like a puppy anywhere." says Linda.

"Well, did you catch the way the other one was watching your ass as you sashayed away? And you do have a walk that should be bottled. You'd make a mint." snickered Lacie.

They arrived at Lacie's room and she showed Linda where to put her stuff. "I think we need to go meet those brothers don't you? Now to decide what bait to use to catch them?" Lacie winks.

"Why not what we have on now? It seemed to get their attention earlier" inquired Linda.

"I'm feeling nasty tonight. I want to show off some of this cleavage you were admiring earlier. In fact, I'm already getting wet just thinking about it" she responds will taking a closer look at Linda.

Linda saw the glance while looking into the mirror. She wonders what Lacie has in mind. When she turns around she sees that Lacie has pulled off her shirt, exposing her firm breasts. She guesses they are D's which dwarf her own small B's. The nipples are hard and a dark pink.

"Do you like them?" Lacie asks before holding her mounds in her hand. Her fingers begin gently pulling on her nipples and a little moan escapes her lips. She then slides her hands down her torso, taking her shorts and thong with them. 

Linda has never been around a girl who has been such and exhibitionist. It is then that she notices Lacie has a clean shaven pussy. "Do you just shave or do you get a wax?" she asks.

"I save the waxing for special occasions. This is just a shave. Would you like to touch it? It's nice a wet for you Linda." Lacie adds before walking over to Linda. She gently grabs her hand, placing Linda's palm on her thigh. "That's it. Can you feel how hot I am? Guess who got me that way?" Lacie chides.

Linda is shocked. She's never touched a girl, much less a beautiful naked girl who is urging her on. "Lacie, I've never touched a girl before." She says sheepishly.

Without a word, Lacie move her feet, creating an opening between her legs. She then slowly moves Linda's hands in a circular motion along her inner thigh. "Hmm, that feels good Linda" Lacie murmurs.

Linda begins feeling the wetness that is coming between Lacie's legs. She feels how slippery Lacie's skin is with her arousal. Lacie jumps when Linda finds her clit.

"Yes Linda. That feels so good" Lacie breathes as she guides Linda's fingers. She moves her other hand to begin caressing Linda's tight ass. Fingers start moving faster as Lacie's breathing becomes more rapid.

Linda freezes when she feels the body next to hers begin to shake. "Did I do something wrong?" Linda asks as Lacie's eyes begin to focus again.

"Oh girl, you are a natural." she murmurs. Lacie then takes one of Linda's fingers and licks it dry of her juices. She then offers the other finger to Linda. "Try it, you'll like it. Maybe not as well as a hard cock and hot cum, but sweet never the less."

Linda reluctantly licks the nectar she is offered.

Lacie then reaches down to lift Linda's tank top up over her head. She chuckles inwardly when she sees the plain white bra underneath. With Linda's arms in the air in anticipation of taking off her shirt, Lacie reaches up to caress the firm cloth encased mounds. She quickly lifts the bra off, exposing Linda's large puffy nipples sitting atop her smallish breasts. Without thinking of it, she bends down to suck Linda's left nipple into her mouth. Lacie hears the rapid intake of breath this causes Linda. 

Linda throws off her shirt and reaches behind to undo her bra. Next she grabs Lacie's head, pulling it tighter against her chest as she moans in pleasure. Lacie makes quick work of undoing Linda's shorts and sliding them and her panties to the floor. Without letting go of the nipple in her mouth, Lacie guides Linda back to the bed.

Kneeling next to the bed, Lacie looks up at Linda's long trim body with lust in her eyes. Keeping eye contact, she licks her way up Linda's thigh towards the tasty treat she can already smell. She feels Linda's muscles quiver in anticipation as she gets closer. A slight pressure on Linda's knees spreads them further apart, allowing her to see Linda's petals open for her. She marvels at how hard and erect her clit is. Linda yells out in pleasure with the first swipe of her tongue along her little button. She raises her pelvis in response, trying to get more pressure. One hand moves up to Linda's left breast while the other grabs her right cheek. She begins flicking her tongue over Linda's sexy mound, enjoying her panting response.

"Yes, don't stop now. Gaud I never had a guy do it like that" she moans.

A tweak of her nipple and gentle bite are enough to send her over the edge. She screams out as the orgasm rakes her body.

Lacie slows her pace; gently bring Linda down from the hill top. "That should get you in the right frame of mind for the rest of the evening. Those guys don't stand a chance." Lacie grins to Linda who has a bewildered and quizzical look on her face.

"Why did you stop? That felt so good." Linda pleaded.

"My roommate and I use to always eat each other out to get us ready for a night out on the prowl. I swear the boys will smell the sex and will do anything you ask. Just watch" Lacie replied. With that she got up to wash Linda off her face and to re-do her hair and makeup.

Linda just lay there, naked while trying to recover and come to grasp with what just happened. If that was just the prelude she thought, what will the main event be like?



The Window



Entangled in the rumpled burgundy satin sheets, I faced another sleepless night. My exhausted mind turned to the emptiness next to me, I knew it would be difficult to have you gone but I had no idea how truly lonely I would feel without you here next to me. I missed the gentle heat of your body, the soft rise and fall of your chest as I lay snuggled against it, the laughter shared and the sweet, slow lovemaking. If only I had gone with you. Six months was going to be an eternity without your sparkling brown eyes teasing me unmercifully. And, not being able to touch you or hold you in my arms was going to be unbearable. 

I threw back the covers in frustration and slowly eased up from the bed in hopes of finding something to help soothe and calm my frazzled mind enough so that I could sleep. I flipped on the hallway light as I wandered into the living room, pausing at the end table to flip through the magazines that I hadn't yet read. Then turned to the television, hoping as I searched through the late night shows, to find something to distract my racing mind and let me find the tranquility I needed in order to sleep, if only for a little bit. I would never survive six months without you here, at this rate.

Sighing as I pushed the off button on the remote, I slowly made my way to the window and gazed outwards into the peaceful quiet of the night. My solitary figure searched into the world beyond as I watched as the moon cover the water with a shimmer of silver. Pushing wispy strands of dark brown hair from my smoky blue eyes, I could finally feel myself begin to calm. The smooth surface of the water was pulling me into its embrace and carrying the frantic motions of my weary mind with it. The tightness that I felt in each fiber of my body began to ease and the coiled tension to float away as I felt my mind travel to soothing memories of intimate moments that we had shared. 

As I stood naked in the warm heat of the summer night, my arms curled tightly around the fullness of my breasts, I could feel an ache begin to grow deep inside with each shadowed memory. The smooth satin of my body began to glisten with moisture as I felt your hands exploring the curves and hidden places of me. My heart began to race and my skin to tingle as I remembered lying gently against you. 

I remembered, my breasts crushed against the hardness of your 

chest as our hearts began to calm and our breathing to steady in the aftermath of passion's storm. And even now, in my memory, I feel the shivering heat of our bodies and hear the moans of passion.

Closing my eyes, I remember as if you are here with me. My head lifts to gaze into your eyes with the tenderness and desire that we share. I feel the satin textures of our bodies molding together and the gentle heat rising again, knowing we're not through this day. Lifting slightly I begin to slide down along the length of your body. My lips nibble softly against your flesh and my tongue trails a path leaving moistness and heat in its wake. My hands graze along your skin as my fingertips flutter just above the surface in a tormenting touch that is almost but not quite there.

My lips press the lightest of kisses down along your chin and into the hollow of your neck to rest against your heartbeat. As I feel your response begin to grow against the soft roundness of my stomach again, I pause, reveling in the sensation and the proof of your desire for me. 

I lift my head and knowingly smile as I wait for the signal that lets me know of your pleasure. The nearly imperceptible nod of your head is all that I need. Gliding lower along the hard surface of your body, my lips stop to nestle against your right nipple. My lips part to surround it with the softness of my mouth, gently I tug at it and pull it into the damp heat. The tip of my tongue flicks against it in a gentle fluttering stroke. The fingertips of my right hand softly roll your left nipple between them and feel the hardened response to my touch. Your back arches upward to me in open invitation as I continue my journey.

Sliding downwards along the heated surface of your chest, my lips trail kisses and soft nibbles against your skin. While my fingertips kneading into the firm flesh of your thighs and the gentle heat rises between us to burst into full blazing fire. 

I slip my hands downward to cradle my breasts around your shaft, nestling your heated flesh between the cool softness of mine. My heart beats against you and I feel the throbbing of your arousal against my skin. Lowering my head slightly, the tip of my tongue reaches out to flick against the purple hued head in a slow tease. 

Lifting my eyes to yours, I see a gleam of desire that matches mine and signals urgent approval. Parting my lips, I slip downwards a bit more along your turgid flesh and begin to gently tug you into the heated moistness of my mouth. I draw you into the chamber of my mouth; my tongue dips into the soft silken opening at the tip. 

Your soft moan echoes around me as I press into the tiny opening. I try to bore into you and capture the first droplets of moisture. Withdrawing my tongue, I pull it out to run along the rim and stroke just under the border. 

Your hips begin to lift and thrust in a slow easy rhythm and I settle my body against yours, easing into you to gain full access to the fullness of your erection. My lips surround you as I take you full into my hungry mouth. My fingers graze against your sensitive skin as they slip between your thighs. Slowly, my hands glide against your skin as they search for the tender sacs that lay swollen again with desire.

My search is rewarded; my soft moan vibrates against the satin skin of your arousal. I gently cradle the swollen sacs in my left hand, softly squeezing and releasing as my lips surround your erection. The sharp edges of my teeth graze against your skin as I lift slowly upwards and then press down again along the hardness of you. My tongue swirls around your shaft, tasting the remnants of my juices that coated you, our flavors mingled the in the sweet aftertaste of passion shared between us. Writhing and turning against your arousal, my lips press into the heat, pulling at the swollen, engorged tissue. Reaching the tip, my tongue presses suddenly and deep into the slit. Hungrily, my head thrusts down along your shaft, taking the full length of you deep inside as I feel the need to taste the salty fluid and share in your release again.

My fingers tease as they dance along your swollen hard sacs and my lips pull, tugging you into the cavern of your mouth. And even now, the only sounds in the room are the ones of your soft moans and mine as they echo around your arousal, the vibrations tantalizing against your skin. 

Your heartbeat throbs as your engorged flesh aches for release. I feel it race against my lips, and my tongue. You begin to thrust deep into my mouth in a rhythm that matches the swirling strokes of my tongue. The sudden changes in the rise and fall of your hips, signals me that your release will be strong and hard. Thrusting my mouth deeply around you I bury my lips in the nest of downy hair at the base of your shaft.

I pull hard and deep against your throbbing shaft as I suckle, trying to take the nourishment of your fluids from your body. My tongue laps at your skin and my hands feverishly caress your smooth, swollen globes that ache for release. Your hips thrust sharply upwards as your back arches hard to me. My heart races as I feel you begin to explode into the depths of my mouth. The bubbling heat of your release fills my mouth with the hot white fluid of your explosion. Hungrily, greedily, I swallow your release, not wanting to waste a single droplet. Each spasm of your body sends another jolt through you and fills me again with the sweet, salty juices. With a single shudder you collapse against the bed, your body covered in a sheen of dampness as you slowly drift back into yourself.

Lifting myself upwards, I slide back along the length of your body and smile. Nestling my lips gently against yours in a soft, sticky kiss as we share the flavors of your release. With a sigh of contentment, I lay next to you and wrap my arm tenderly over your chest. Snuggling my head into the hollow of your shoulder and drifting off together into a peaceful sleep.

Suddenly, a chill covers the heated flesh of my body. My eyes flutter open and I realize that dawn is creeping into the horizon. Somehow, the night has ended and a new day begun. Hopefully, tonight I will sleep, but today I will smile and carry the shimmering glow of my memories with me. Six more months without you, minus one night of delicious memories. 



The Window



I was 22, and I had just moved to New York City. For the first few weeks, while I looked for a place of my own, my friends Kevin and Anna were kind enough to let me stay at their apartment. They had a five floor walk-up on Manhattans upper west side, with a comfortable old couch that I could sleep on. 

Kevin and Anna both worked during the day, so I had the place to myself during the days. I got into the habit of lounging around all morning, then going out in the afternoon to look for apartments and to try and find a job.

I'd been in the city two weeks. My friends were great about letting me stay in their place; they said I was welcome as long as I needed to; but I still felt uncomfortable living in someone else's space. I couldn't believe how hard it was to find an apartment here; and how expensive rent was. I didn't have any leads on a job either, and I felt oppressed by the noise and crowds of the city. I was starting to think that moving here had been a huge mistake, and that I should get a bus ticket back to Ohio. 

It was about 11 in the morning, and I was walking around in the apartment wearing nothing but a pair of panties. I'd made a pot of coffee, and I was on my way back to the couch to drink a cup and scan the Voice classifieds when I noticed her.

I've never been the type to turn heads on the street or stop traffic; you'd better love me for my personality. I am tall (almost 6'1"); my breasts are on the small side; and my hips are on the wide side. I wear glasses. You could describe me as plain, though I might prefer "bookish" or "nerdy".

Anyway, there she was, framed in the window of the apartment across the alley: a blonde girl, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, watching me, with my boobs hanging out and a cup of coffee in one hand. I hadn't even brushed my hair yet. She was slim, with long blonde hair, a pale complexion, and a large bust barely confined underneath her white t-shirt. She was about 20 feet away, staring intently at me through her window.

We made eye contact, and I confess I blushed. I didn't know how to react. After a second, I kept walking, over to the couch, where I sat down to drink my coffee. I was rattled by the experience. I tried to read the apartment listings, but I couldn't concentrate. I don't consider myself a prude, but I was shaken that a stranger had just seen me half naked. I often walked around the apartment topless when my hosts weren't home. I wondered how often the girl across the alley had seen me. She was obviously pretty, beautiful even. I wasn't used to being looked at like that; not by strangers certainly.

I tried to let it go, but it wouldn't let go. I finished my coffee. I wanted to get a second cup. I wondered if she was still there in the window. I thought about covering up, putting on a shirt. I decided not to.

I got up and went back across the living room. I noticed that my nipples were hardening, and I felt a familiar warm tingling in my clitoris. It had been a long time since I had been touched. I stopped in front of the window.

She was still there. We made eye contact for a second. I blushed again, bright red I'm sure, but she didn't look away. I swear I could feel her eyes traveling over my body. I felt like a stripper or a centerfold or something. I don't know what came over me; I reached up and tweaked my nipples, pinching and twisting them. It felt really nice. I moved my hands away, showing her the results of my handiwork; my nipples were pink and erect. I thought I saw the tiniest little smile play across her face. Then I lost my nerve. I ran back to the couch, safely out of sight of the living room window. I realized that my pussy was wet. I mean really wet. I hadn't been touching myself since I had been here; there was too much stress, and I felt weird about masturbating in my friends place. Now I pulled my panties down, and got myself off right there on the couch; on my knees with my tits hanging down and my ass in the air, rubbing my clit till I came explosively, imagining the pretty blonde girl taking me from behind.

The next time I walked across the living room, she was gone. I was a little disappointed. But I had to get dressed and start my day anyway. I looked across the alley several times before I went out, but I didn't catch another glimpse of her.

I had no luck apartment and job searching that day. By the time I got home, it was almost dark, and I was exhausted. Anna and Kevin had kind words for me; it was hard to get started in the city, something would come up, I just had to be patient. Across the alley, I could see that a blind had been drawn, covering the neighbors window. I fell asleep early and had dark and confusing dreams.

When I woke up, Kevin and Anna were already at work. They had left a full pot of coffee, half a tray of rice crispy treats, and a note that had encouraging words on it. I stood in the kitchen, drinking my coffee, eating a rice crispy treat and read their note. 'Don't give up' it said 'Remember, you can make it here, you can do this. Don't let it get you down, it just takes time.' 

I felt a little better after reading their note. Then I remembered the girl in the window. I wondered if the blind was still down. A cup of coffee in one hand, a rice crispy treat in the other, my breasts hanging free, wearing nothing but my cotton pajama bottoms, I walked over to the living room window to see. The blind was gone, allowing me to see into the neighbors' living room, but the blonde girl wasn't there. Had I imagined her? I put my coffee and my breakfast down, and went to the bathroom to pee and to take care of my hair.

When I came out again, I was ready for another cup. On the way to the kitchen, I saw her. I was still wearing my pajama pants, and nothing else. This time I was sure I saw her smile, in a shy way. I smiled back at her.

She was wearing a little lavender top that said 'sexy' in sparkly letters across the front. It was obvious that she had nice sized boobs, bigger than mine. Her eyes seemed to trace my body up and down. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I cupped my own breasts, lifting and squeezing them for her. My nipples were already hard. I could feel a warm moist knot forming between my legs.

She definitely smiled at me now; a big happy smile that showed off her perfect teeth. She peeled off her tank top, revealing a smooth, flat tummy, and a nice full bra. She pulled aside one cup, exposing a perfect, pale tit, with a lovely pink nipple at its center. A thick silver ring pierced her nipple.

A wave of lust rolled over me, literally making me dizzy. I felt sexy, being on display like this. I stuck a hand down the front of my pjs, probing the slippery wetness between my legs. I ran my finger up and down my slit while she watched. My clit was singing. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

I really couldn't believe myself. I'm not usually an exhibitionist; as a matter of fact, I am painfully shy. And I didn't know her age, but she was definitely younger than me, maybe still in high school. She was beautiful, but not the type I am usually attracted to; I usually go for girls who are a little edgy, a little punk, with short hair and leather jackets. This girl had painted her finger nails bright red; I never paint my nails.

She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, and her breasts swung free. They were the most beautiful ones I have ever seen. I felt suddenly self conscious about my own small and pointy ones. Hers were round and full, but not at all saggy; they hardly seemed to need a bra. Her nipples were smallish and pink, pointed slightly up. A thick, silver ring pierced each nipple. Her eyes seemed to dare me to go further.

I undid the drawstring of my pajamas, and let them slide down my legs, exposing my nudity. I could feel her eyes on my pussy, where my clit throbbed under an unruly patch of dark hair. I reveled in the lust of the moment.

With two fingers, I spread my pussy lips, exposing my inner labia to her. I couldn't believe how wet I was already. My clit ached, needing to be touched, and soon. I could feel my own wetness running down my thighs. I wondered if she could see how wet I was.

She stood up, revealing a tight pair of blue jeans. Her nipple rings jiggled and gleamed in the morning light. She turned around. She had a sexy, muscular back. She unsnapped her jeans and stepped out of them. She was wearing a pink thong. Now, I don't usually go for butt-floss, but damn her ass looked great; round and smooth and firm, with the tiniest thread of material running down the middle. I wanted to touch it so badly, to tear that tiny thong right off her ass and stick my face between her cheeks.

She turned again to face me, and pulled her nipple rings, elongating her nipples, lifting her boobs up. I was rubbing myself rhythmically now, running my fingers up and down my wet pussy, just grazing my clit. Her legs were long and well muscled. I imagined being squeezed between those thighs. My eyes coveted that little pink triangle of cloth that barely covered her pussy.

As if she could read my mind, she hooked her thumbs under her panties and pulled them off. She was bare underneath it; completely shaved or waxed except for an ornamental little strip of hair, like an exclamation point on her mound. Not my style at all, but it looked perfect on her. Between her puffy labia, a small silver ring peeked out. A clit ring, or a hood piercing. She licked a finger, and then placed it on her pussy lips. Her vagina seemed to bloom. She stood with her legs spread, running her fingers up and down her sex. I could see her fingers glistening with wet. 

We stood across the alley, watching each other masturbate. She was playing with a nipple with one hand, pulling the ring hard and twisting it, pinching and flicking it. Her fingers ran up and down her pussy, sometimes slipping inside. Unconsciously, I matched her pace. She dropped her other hand to her clit. We fucked our pussies with our fingers and drilled our clits. I felt the orgasm building in my toes, rising through my legs into my spine and then it washed over my body. Across the way, I could see her stomach spasming, her breasts shaking, two fingers completely buried in her vagina, her other hand a blur as she rode her own climax. I came in wave after wave. When it was finally over, she blew me a kiss, then turned around, and ran out of my sight. I took a shower. 

As the warm water washed the sex smell and sweat from my body, I replayed the show we had just put on across the alley, and before I knew it, I was turned on again. I lay down in the tub, and turned the faucet full on my spread pussy. The sensation of the warm water washing over me was enough to push me over again. My legs were spread wide, and my clit stood proudly out from its little hood. I diddled myself to my third orgasm of the morning there in the bathtub.

It was a long shower. When I came out again, modestly wrapped in a towel, the room across the alley was empty. After I got dressed, I checked again, but now the shade was pulled down.

I woke up early the next morning. I had breakfast with Anna and Kevin. They had a friend of a friend who might know about a place for me. I was going to meet with him that afternoon. They wished me luck and left for work.

I was ready for her this time. I sat naked on the chair by the window, waiting for her. She showed up half an hour later. She was wearing black leather pants that fitted her tightly, showing off every curve, and a black stretch top. Even across the alley, I could make out her pierced nipples through the tight fabric.

She smiled at me and waved, turning around once to show off. Her tight ass looked heavenly under the leather pants. 

Then she pulled off her black top, setting her boobs free. They jiggled beautifully. We played with our nipples, teasing ourselves and each other across the alleyway. I was making a big damp spot on Anna and Kevin's chair; I was going to have to clean that up later. I couldn't take it any more; I had to touch my pussy. 

I stood up, putting my pussy on display. I rubbed myself up and down, circled my clit, licking my fingers off as seductively as I knew how.

She gave me a big smile, and stepped out of her leather pants. She was naked underneath. Her pussy was in clear view, and I felt a rush of excitement as she began to touch herself in time with me. We just stood there and watched each other masturbate for a while. It felt so good I never wanted to stop.

I paused for a second, and picked up my vibrator from the seat of the chair where I had left it. I held it up to show her. She gave me another big smile and a thumbs up, then ran out of my sight. She was back a moment later, with her own toy in hand. It was as big as mine, pink and penis shaped. 

I put my vibrator in my mouth for a second to make it wet, then, looking her in the eye, slipped it up inside myself. 

It felt great to have the humming shaft in my pussy. My pussy felt like it hadn't been full in ages. I slid my glistening purple toy in and out, strumming my clit. I felt like a porn star. Her own personal porn star.

Her pussy opened up and swallowed the dildo. I could see her shaved lips bulging out around it. She closed her eyes and pushed it all the way up inside. She stepped up one leg, putting her foot on the window sill to give me a better view. I did the same, exposing myself to her as intimately as I could. I could see her clit ring shaking as she fucked herself. She was giving it to herself hard now, pulling her plastic cock almost all the way out, then slamming it all the way back in. Her back was arched, and her pierced boobs shook with every stroke. She had reached around her back with her other hand, and now I could see that she was tickling her asshole with one finger.

That was what pushed me over the edge. I buried a finger in my own anus, and cranked the base of the vibrator against my swollen clit. I exploded, my orgasm shaking my body again and again. I pressed the nub hard into my g-spot, and I squirted, harder than I ever have before, what seemed like gallons of clear liquid splashing like pee against the window pane. It seemed to last forever.

When it was at last over, I regretfully let the toy slip out of my pussy. I had a lot of mess to clean up. Across the way, the blonde girl was still shaking with orgasm, her own toy sliding in and out of her spread pussy like a jackhammer, her face all red and flushed, her breasts heaving, one finger still stuck up her ass. I watched until she was finished, idly licking the come off my purple toy. I heard her cry out above the street noise, through the glass. At last it was over. I blew her a kiss, then went to take a shower. By the time I was out, she was gone again.

That afternoon, I found my apartment. I could move in right away. I was elated. I got a call for a job interview. I went out to celebrate with Kevin and Anna. We drank quite a lot and had a good time.

The next morning I looked for the neighbor girl, but she didn't show. I had a big day in front of me. I packed my bags, and got ready for the trip to Brooklyn, where I was going to live. Before I left, I took one last look out the window. The room across the alley was empty. I locked the door after me and walked down the five flights of stairs. I never saw the pretty blonde girl again.



The Window



Obligatory disclaimer: all characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18 years of age. Any resemblance to real people living or dead is purely complimentary, and should not be construed as meaning that I give a fuck. Have fun reading.

A soft sigh crossed her lips. School was over until fall, and since she’d already done every possible course offered in previous summers, she had little to do beyond some studying to ensure she stayed as far ahead of the class as possible. Graduating early was high on her list of priorities, then off to a good school, and never coming back to the quiet little town. The prospect of having nothing to otherwise left her a little blue. She’d already finished her daily studies, which was why she now sat with her chin on her hands, resting on the window- sill. Staring outside at the soft summer day seemed far preferable to listening to the younger kids squabble, or watching the mindless soaps her mom insisted were “stories”. She had however, already exhausted the possibilities in predicting which way the breeze would move the leaves, the clouds were less than inspiring, and the scent of the morning glories outside her window was beginning to pall.

The low rumble caught her attention briefly, until she realized it was just the man next door working on his chopper. Bored and thinking back, she remembered that she’d not heard that engine running for more than two years; not heard it or even seen the bike since the car that used to park next to his truck wasn’t there any more. A little further thought… she’d not heard music over there, or seen flocks of bikes out front either. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d seen the man; she did remember the way he looked though.

Letting her thoughts wander seemed as reasonable a thing to do as anything else today…. She eased into reverie.

                  * * *

The next house on the street was older than the rest, and shabby. It had been the old farmhouse, and was just left over when the developers went away. The kids would tease each other that it was haunted, but they knew better. Her parents had been happy that it finally sold, talking about maybe having people to play bridge with again, or golf. The happiness turned to shock when a few days later they heard a loud rumbling engine go by, and saw the big black bike turn in and stop by the porch. Jennifer had been weeding the flowers out front, and had a good view of the man getting off the bike. Her first thought was that he looked very tired; he leaned over stretching, then bent backwards with his hands in the small of his back: even fifty feet away she distinctly heard the popping. 

She stared; he looked nothing like Daddy, or the teachers, or any of the other men she’d seen. He shed his worn black leather jacket in the heat and tossed it on the bike, then reached behind his head and untied something: she stared even harder as reddish-blond hair fell to his waist. The worn jeans and T-shirt he wore hid neither long lean hard muscle nor the grace of his movements as he went up and unlocked the door. Mom had come out and bundled her inside just then, and she didn’t see him for a few days.

The next time she saw the man he was on the roof replacing shingles. He wore no shirt in the heat, and the sweat glistening as it coursed along his body caused a funny feeling at the pit of her stomach. She got used to the sight of him over the next few weeks; he was always working on the house, painting, replacing this and that. Dad quit bitching about the tattoos when he saw that the house was looking better than it had in years; Mom quit whining when she saw the weeds cut down, and the flowers growing happily around the now-cleared yard. 

The next day a bunch of bikes rumbled by, and a few pickup trucks; they all parked in the shade around the old house. Dad stared in renewed disbelief as around twenty scruffy, bearded men, and a few women milled around. The women went into the house, opening every window, some of the men carried in cleaning supplies. The rest of the men stripped down to jeans and boots and began tearing down the rotten old fence out front. 

They piled the rotted wood into a clear area and surrounded it with weathered rocks. By the time the sun was going down there was a new fence erected. Dad started to look a little less stormy, and when the women trouped out carrying food he looked nearly normal. The normal look went away when the insistent throbbing of rock and roll music started; he pulled the shades and insisted everyone stay inside. Three days later Jennifer had her twelfth birthday and became Jenny. 

Mom and Dad stayed grumpy about the man over the next few months, except on the weekends the man was away. The earnest disapproval she felt emanating from them intrigued her, especially when she finally asked Dad why. He just said “We stay away from people like that baby: they aren’t like us.” She knew that wasn’t an explanation, and when she asked Mom she just shuddered. Jenny continued watching, and gradually started thinking of the man as “hers”, just because she could. 

That feeling lasted until the day she saw him driving his truck home, loaded down. When the car pulled into the drive behind him she thought nothing of it. When he scooped up the woman who climbed out and carried her over the threshold Jenny got a bit pissed. 

She slowly got over it, and noticed other things… the man smiled a lot now. The woman was undeniably pretty: tall and willowy, long auburn hair and flashing green eyes. Over the next few years Mom and Dad gradually got to know them, loaning tools back and forth and trading recipes. August began sitting for Jenny and the younger kids when her parents wanted to go out. Jenny learned things about makeup from her, and clothing, and when her period came August was the one she ran to for help. 

She began spending time over at the old house, and noticed Johnny even more, but in different ways. She saw the glow in his eyes when he saw August, and the way his hands moved when he played guitar or was building something. She watched his hands when he was petting one of the dogs or stroking one of the cats; strong hands, that moved slowly and gently… that flutter low in her belly came back sometimes. 

She and August began talking about boys, and Jenny became Jen. She knew the two of them were very happy together, and was completely shocked the day she came home from school and found a bundle in her room with a note on it: “I’m leaving kiddo, these are for you; have a Happy fifteenth birthday.”

The bundle had some weight to it. Jenny ran over to the old house, and saw that the car was gone; she waited till Johnny got home and told him about it. He went pale under the deep tan, said thank you in a distracted way, and went inside. She didn’t see him much after that, but just heard the truck going by on the way to or from work. The parties stopped. 

                   * * *

Jen woke from her musing… she hadn’t thought about the bundle since that day, and had never really looked inside. She went to the back of her closet and pulled it out, tossed it onto the bed and stared at it. The bundle sat there indifferent to her stare, almost mocking her with simplicity: just a plain white sheet with something inside. Now that she’d decided to finally open it, she felt hesitant. A fast run downstairs for a snack cured that. When she returned she set the cola and sandwich aside and tore into the bundle.

The first thing she found was a leather jacket, perfectly broken-in, but not battered the way Johnny’s was. Underneath the jacket was a pair of butter-soft leather jeans. Jen got impatient and dumped most of the bundle on the bed. She found cut-off t-shirts, very short cut-off jeans, jeans that had not been cut, two pairs of leather shorts, a leather miniskirt and vest… even a suede bikini.

She well remembered August wearing some of those outfits. She even remembered the day Johnny brought the bikini home; she and August had been tanning topless in the back yard, near the pool he had dug out and lined with clay and stone. Johnny showed up early from work and came out the back door with a big grin on his face, Jen squealed and covered up her small breasts; August just grinned back. 

Johnny tossed a small bag to August and said “Get outa that rag darlin’, this is better for you!” The small buckskin bikini came out and both August and Jen checked out how soft it was. As August skinned out of her old bikini bottom to try it on, Jen pretended not to look. She was blushing red as a beet when she realized the little flap in back came off to reveal a very narrow thong. Holding it in her hands now, Jen noticed it was still soft. She thought to try it on, then remembered August had been taller than she, with more breast and hip. Somewhat disappointed she began to put it down; a sudden thought and she stood up, went to the door and locked it, “Two years ago, and then some” she thought to herself…. “I must have grown a bit since then.”

She felt a bit self-conscious as she pulled of her baggy jeans and oversized T-shirt, but less so getting out of her sensible cotton underwear. Standing nude in front of the mirror she took a good long look at herself for the first time since she noticed hair down there, and that her chest was starting to grow. She’d talked about those changes with August, who assured her it happened to every girl as she grew up.

Staring back at her from the mirror was a tall, slim, long-legged woman, she thought… Slowly Jen eased into the bikini bottom, feeling it caress her thighs as she pulled it up. The thong pulled between her pert buttocks, and she found that it was very comfortable. Taking a chance, she pulled the flap off and turned around, peeking over her shoulder. 

Her long dirty-blonde hair cascaded down her back, ending just above the top of the thong; and the way it framed her ass she suddenly understood why men liked them, and why women wore them. She turned back around, liking the low rise of the bikini, the way it showed off her hips, and the very slight curve of her tummy. Looking higher she saw that her nipples were standing proud. 

She looked at herself, and felt the blush rising on her cheeks, and that little flutter low in her belly started. Greatly daring, she slowly ran her hands over her tummy, then up her sides before gently cupping her breasts, feeling a tingle as she caressed her nipples. She put the top on, turning to see the fit; she liked what she saw. 

Looking down her body she did see something that she wasn’t sure was right; there was a very sparse line of down running from under her bellybutton into the bikini bottoms. She had trimmed her lower hair down tight, and shaved her lips the same way August did, but couldn’t remember whether she’d had that line. 

Taking another look in the mirror she wondered if maybe she wasn’t just slightly fuller in back, rounder in the hip, and maybe just a touch heavier in the chest. Going back to the bundle she tried on a pair of the cutoffs… they fit low on the hips, and just slightly snug in the back. She smiled, then tugged the shorts off. The bikini bottoms went with the shorts, and she just laughed and kicked them across her room.

Jen slipped off the top and walked nude across to the bed, adding a sway and wiggle to her hips as she walked. The next item she tried on was a cutoff T-shirt… it fit snugly across her breasts, very clearly showing her erect nipples, and baring her taut tummy. She slid into a pair of the jeans, which had fit close-but-loose on August, and they were just slightly snug across her ass. 

“I AM a little bigger”, she thought to herself, “and just as tall.” She walked around the room, getting the feel of the jeans, and relishing the slight rub of the seam. Her breath caught just a bit as she bent over the bed to see what else she could find.


She set the mini and vest aside for later consideration, along with the rest of the leathers, realizing that Mom and Dad would never let her wear them. She found a pair of calf-high lace-up boots and put those with the leathers. Digging further into the bundle she found a pair of strappy black shoes and a mini-dress to match, under those was a satin bag full of… She blushed deeply red, as she found herself with her hands full of lacy little bits of nothing: thongs, demi-bras, garters and hose, none of them having any more substance than cobweb.

One set in particular caught her eye, and she skinned out of the jeans and T-shirt to try them on, then ran to the mirror. The tap-pants were so sheer as to be transparent, hiding nothing at all; the bra was little more than straps that held her breasts up and out, as if they begged to be touched. Jen stared at this new person in the mirror, and licked her lips as her mouth suddenly went dry, that flutter at the base of her tummy was getting stronger now, her breath began getting a little ragged. She had just reached down to begin stroking that maddening itch between her legs when Mom shouted that it was time for supper.

Jen jumped into her own baggy clothes, loving the secret she wore underneath, and ran down for supper with the family, feeling the brush of silk against her soft and now moist inner parts as she ran.

Supper was a torment, she kept crossing her legs back and forth, swinging a foot, then uncrossing and keeping her legs tight together squeezing her thigh muscles. Any move she made just added to the pressure on her clit, and the moisture that eventually began trickling was distracting, to say the least. Her moves gradually became less about relieving that pressure, and more inclined to increase it. "Jen, do you feel ok? You look so flushed honey." Good old Mom, as "perceptive" as she always was. "I'm sorry, may I please be excused?" Two minutes later she was safe again in her locked bedroom. 

Behind the locked door she could shed the jeans and the shirt, she approached the mirror and was galvanized by the deep flush to her cheeks, the rose color rising from her breasts. She barely recognized this woman with flashing eyes.

She adjusted her desk lamp for better light, then knelt in front of the mirror, watching intently as her hands slid into the place she needed them most; her moisture already soaking the tap pants, and small trickles running down her inner thighs. Her right hand slid slowly across the wet silk, she jumped as she touched the swollen nub there. Slowly, she began tracing small circles, spiraling inward to where it felt best. 

She spread her legs further apart and watched as her left hand began to gently tweak her nipples, and her right started to move faster; in the mirror it was as if someone else was doing this, and she loved it. Her back arched as she pushed her mound forward for better contact with that hand… Her left eased downward, sliding slowly inside the leg of the tap pants. Direct contact with her wet skin felt even better. 

It took only moments for her to stand up, toss a pillow on the rug in front of the mirror and skin out of the pants. Then she lay down with her head raised by the pillow, spread her legs wider and got her fingers working faster. The flush on her chest got deeper, and her breasts started heaving for breath. Her right fingers caught her clit between her outer lips and rubbed in circles.

Her left slowly eased lower, teasing her lips, then slid one finger inside; her hips bucked at that contact, and her breath hissed through her teeth. So slowly that finger was working, and she could see it glisten with her moisture when it eased out. Her right hand began working her clit faster, her head beginning to thrash from side to side. Before she could even think of adding more fingers she was cumming, her hips raised off the floor, whimpering deep in her throat. The sudden spasms inside left her sprawled on the floor gasping for breath: whatever that incredible feeling was, she knew she'd be trying to get it again.

The next day was Saturday, and the rest of the family was leaving the house on a day-trip; Jen said she needed to study. She did too… study what she would wear, and learn more about her body and the secrets within.

Early the next morning Jen got up and ran downstairs for a fast light breakfast, she didn’t want her tummy too full for all that she had in mind. Right after breakfast she pawed through the undies in the bundle, and found something that started her tingling; a tiny little shiny triangle with a string back. She tossed the sweats she was wearing into the corner, and held the little bit of nothing up to herself. Right away she saw that she’d need to do some adjusting; off to the tub she went. 

She ran a hot bath, and added lavender salts to help her relax. While waiting for the tub to fill she went back to the bundle, and felt around at random; right at the very bottom she felt something hard, and pulled out a box. In the top of the box she found some nudes, of both August and Johnny, and a few of them together. There was a small book, a bundle of letters, and a VHS cassette. Wrapped in silk under the rest were some cylindrical objects. 

She fondled those, trying to guess what they might be, but ended up unwrapping them anyway. She was baffled by one of the objects, a stubby tapered cylinder with a wide base, another looked like something she had once seen in her Mom’s drawer. The last she recognized very well, though she’d never seen one in the flesh, or standing tall like that… and most certainly had never seen one that large. The textbooks in health class had pictures; this was clearly a model of a man’s penis in the erect state. The more she handled it, and looked at it, the shorter her breath got. She was getting very excited, but could not understand how it was possible for something that size to enter a female body through an opening she could just barely get a finger into. The little jar with them gave her an idea; it very clearly stated it was for “vaginal and anal lubrication”. Thinking that one could put anything into an ass was a concept she set aside for later consideration.

The bath was as relaxing as she could have hoped. It was all she could do to keep her hands form plunging purposely between her thighs, but she didn’t mind the little idle caresses. She thought back to the mirror, and how towards the end the sight of her naked pussy-lips had really enhanced the experience, with a soft sigh she reached for the razor. 

The shaving process was a bit difficult; while her hair was sparse, soft and very fine, the razor scraping and smoothing over her sensitive crotch was driving her crazy. Purely out of impulse, she also shaved the down around her tiny puckered asshole. As soon as she’d finished shaving and rubbing in a soothing lotion she gave in, and kept rubbing until her thrashing legs reanimated the bubbles.

Feeling more relaxed, Jen dried off and went into the bedroom. The tiny g-string fit perfectly, she thought. The satin front rubbed her still-moist pussy in a very distracting fashion, and the string in back was… interesting. She was enjoying running around topless, and thought that the early summer air would be a welcome addition to the room. It took only moments to open the windows. The sheers dancing in the breeze added a nice touch; a light incense finished the ambiance. 

She spent some time leaning out the window that faced the old house. The warm breeze had her nipples instantly hard, as Jen thought a lovers’ kiss would. Loitering at that window she got more and more excited, not so much that he could see her: but that he might. While it was exciting, leaning out the window was not what she had planned for the day.

Jen walked over to the bed, adding that flirt to the hips she remembered August using. She lay down on the bed, making sure her satin-covered pussy got some contact with a pillow. She pulled the box out from under her bed, opened it and examined the toys within more carefully. The large rubber penis she kept to fondle idly, though the potential there got her very wet. The odd tapered thing she again set aside. She opened the bottle of lube and squirted a bit on her hand; yep, it was extremely slippery. She knew what she’d do with that later. The other little item took some thought.




The Window



There wasn’t much too it, just a soft cylinder that felt resilient in her hands and was about twice the size of a penlight. The switch on the bottom didn’t do anything, but a fast twist showed that it needed batteries. Jen flew down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbed all the batteries she could find and a couple of cold cokes. A cucumber in the fridge caught her eye, but it was even longer and bigger around than the dildo. She nearly grabbed it anyway and ran up the stairs laughing to herself at her daring. 

She found that AA batteries fit, clicked the switch and nearly dropped it when the vibration in her hand startled her. The second click and it kept vibrating, but faster. Jen grinned. She would definitely try that later on. For now though, she rolled onto her back and slowly ran the vibrator down her tummy. It definitely tickled, a little lower and she eased it onto her satin-covered mound. 

She teased herself with it, slowly running it up and down her lips. The tingle got more pronounced, and she had problems keeping her hips still. Jen could feel herself getting wetter and she moved the vibe closer to her clit. When it got there her eyes flew open: the feelings were far more intense than her fingers produced.

Before she gave in completely Jen slid off the bed and over to the mirror. She tilted her hips up and watched as she slid the g-string off, spreading her legs as soon as she could, open as wide as they would go. She was sopping wet and could see little trickles of her musk running down. She brought the vibe back to her lips and teased herself with it. Her hips were beginning to have a mind of their own. Jen worked the vibe up and down her pussy-lips, then began circling her clit. The feelings were amazing and she wanted more! 

She reached down and spread her lips open, getting even more excited as she looked inside herself for the first time. She placed the vibe directly on her clit and nearly passed out when the first orgasm hit almost immediately. When the spasms ended she opened her eyes, spread her lips again and slowly eased the vibrator inside. There was just a little pain when she had it buried but it passed swiftly and the waves of pleasure began building. She started fucking herself with it, watching avidly as her little pussy got filled and emptied. It didn’t take long before she could feel the start of another orgasm approaching. She worked the vibe in and out faster, then clicked to the second position… this time it was mind shattering, and she lay trembling for some time afterwards.



The Window



It is just an ordinary street with rows of identical houses punctuated with the occasional alley or driveway. I first noticed that the house across the alley was vacant again as I arrived home one afternoon some months back. A "To Let" sign had been put up earlier in the day.

As usual when I get in from work, I went straight upstairs to my bedroom and stripped off for a shower. 

My bedroom door faces the window at the top of the stairs, and I thought about drawing the curtain across the window. Remembering there was no-one living in the house across the alley to see me though, I didn't bother.

As I showered it amused me to think that although the alley was always busy with people going to and fro, it was just wide enough for two people to pass, so that even with the light on, no-one could see into the window at the top of the stairs.

With this and the house across the alley being un-inhabited, I became quite lazy about my privacy. I wandered around upstairs when getting up, showering or getting ready for bed without much concern for either clothing or the risk of being seen at the window.

It all came to an abrupt end as I strolled out of the bathroom one day. Something made me look through the window, and I noticed someone staring back from the house across the alley. It was a young woman.

She appeared not to immediately realise that she was looking at a naked male.

I'm not what you would describe as athletic, tall dark and handsome or anything else outstanding, but nonetheless this young woman saw most of me that appeared over the low window sill. In a few seconds her inquisitiveness turned to a look of horror and she quickly drew the curtain.

I really enjoyed wandering around with nothing on but decided that I should at least wear a towel when curtain was open.

For her part, the woman across the alley kept her curtain very firmly closed.

I saw her a few days later, leaving the house as I was coming home. She was a similar age to me – late twenties I'd say, about 5ft 6in with a very nice figure a pleasantly round face and almost shoulder length ginger hair. She managed a smile (or was it a smirk?) as we passed. I saw her again occasionally over the next few weeks. Later, I also noticed that the curtain over her stair window was open quite a lot.

I continued with my usual routine of showering straight after work. I sometimes glanced across the alley out of curiosity. Once I thought I saw her quickly pull back from her window as I looked. It was difficult to tell by now as it was late Autumn and there was less of the afternoon sun to light the alley.

A few days later she was there, but this time she lingered at the window. I didn't want to give her another excuse to draw the curtain so I went into my room and dressed.

A day or two later the same thing happened. This time a light was on at the top of the stairs making it clear that she was there and looking very deliberately in my direction. By this time however, I knew that as well as "Ginger", as I rather unoriginally knick-named her, there was also a slightly older male living in the property, although he came and went at various times of the day and night, perhaps working shifts.

It seemed that whenever "Ginger" was alone in the house, there was more possibility of seeing her at the window. Occasionally I thought I noticed her smile.

These occasional glimpses continued through into November when it was already dark by the time I arrived home. I kept my curtain open, but left the lights off in the hope that I might see "Ginger" without her noticing me watching. Sure enough on odd days the window across the alley was lit and she was there, seeming to look towards where I hid. I think she must have been aware of my presence for "Ginger" sometimes drew back slightly as though she knew I was watching too.

One Friday evening after a busy week at work I was in for a surprise. I had just showered and decided to have a quick peep across the alley. The curtain was open, the light was on and there was "Ginger" sitting on a low backed bar stool in the window. From what I could see she was wearing a white top and a red tartan skirt which was quite short and showed off her legs to good effect.

The show only lasted a minute or two and then the curtain was drawn closed.

It was definitely going to be worth watching every night from now on!

The Saturday night was a disappointment, so was Sunday.

I always find Mondays a busy day, particularly after the weekend, so my daily shower is a most welcome way of relaxing. I kept the lights off and as I came out of the shower looked across the alley expecting to find the curtain closed. No! there was "Ginger" again, in the same get-up and on the bar stool again.

This time she had her left foot on the window sill which caused her short tartan skirt to rise up slightly, giving me a glimpse of her pubes, which delightfully appeared to be clean-shaven. I was getting quite hot and rather excited. The situation was made more intense knowing that the people passing up and down the alley below had no way of knowing what was taking place just a few feet above them.

Slowly "Ginger" raised her right foot onto the window sill and hitched her skirt up even more with her left hand. Just as I noticed she had a small ginger tuft above her clitoris, her right hand drew the curtain closed.

I could have done with a cold shower, but decided that I needed another form of relief instead. I withdrew to my bedroom and lay on the bed savouring every detail as I brought myself to a welcome climax.

I was clearly being teased. "Ginger" must have realised that with someone else sharing her house I was not going to knock on the door and talk my way in for something more than she was letting me have already.

Needless to say, I paid close attention to the window across the alley. Nothing more happened that week, but the following Monday, just when I began to think it was all over, I was in for another treat.

The scenario was exactly the same, the clothing, the bar stool and the peep show. First the left leg one the window sill, then the right, then left hand pulling the skirt out of the way to reveal "Ginger" in all her glory. I waited for the curtain to be drawn shut, but this time it stayed open.

"Ginger" managed to rock slightly backwards on the bar stool at the same time opening her legs slightly. How she kept her balance I don't know but I'm glad she did!

With her left hand holding her skirt up, her right hand strayed to her ginger tuft. She slow played around the top of her clitoris occasionally stroking down each side. After a minute or two "Ginger" moved her left arm so that it trapped her skirt underneath it whilst allowing her now free left hand to join in. She parted her labia with her right hand and the middle finger of her left hand ventured inside her now exposed vagina.

All this was happening a mere six feet and two sheets of glass away from me. If only the people passing by could see!

She withdrew her finger before reinserting two together. All the time her right hand was caressing the button beneath the ginger tuft. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth open a little. "Ginger" withdrew her fingers, licked them clean and reached below the window sill for something, still managing to keep her precarious balance on the bar stool. What happened next was breathtaking.

She produced a pump-action toothpaste dispenser and placed it between her lips. Having lubricated it she moved it down towards her clitoris and teased it with the novel toy. Slowly "Ginger" moved it down and carefully but deliberately inserted the toothpaste dispenser into her vagina. I remember thinking that I would never be able to brush my teeth again without picturing this scene in my mind.

"Ginger" masturbated on the impromptu toy for a few minutes before withdrawing it and placing it upright on the window sill. Again she reached down for something.

This time it was a wine bottle. Not just any, but the one I had emptied the night before. She had obviously removed it from my recycling box whilst I was at work. This got exactly the same treatment.

"Ginger" appeared to be enjoying herself. Her head was thrown back, her lips apart and her right hand massaged her clitoris as she thrust the neck of the wine bottle to and fro. This was quite a feat as she had to hold the bottle carefully to keep her balance.

By now, I more aroused than I have been for some time. My penis was stiff and poking through the bath towel round my waist.

As "Ginger" kept my attention, my hands strayed to the towel, loosening it so it could fall to the floor. I cupped and caressed my testicles with my left hand as my right one worked on my penis, stroking the shaft and foreskin backwards and forwards. I was so aroused that it didn't take long before I could feel the point of no return rapidly approaching. I couldn't care less where I ejaculated. I was too close to care. So was "Ginger" by the look on her face and her flushed cheeks.

In a moment several shots of semen sprayed onto the glass about a foot above the window sill. A couple of drops landed on the sill as I watched the rest trickle down the window. Just then "Ginger" drew the curtain shut.

I have to admit that I replayed that scene in my mind twice more that evening with spectacular results.

Hoping for a rerun, I checked the window every evening that week, but nothing happened. Still there was always Monday evening to look forward to.

I hurried home from work full of anticipation and with a slightly stiff penis. As I neared the alley I noticed a "To Let" sign had been put up earlier in the day. Very dejectedly I walked to my front door wondering where and why "Ginger" had gone. As I was about to put my key in the lock, I noticed an empty wine bottle on the doorstep. Not just any wine bottle... This one had a certain musky aroma about it that was definitely not wine and it was definitely not for recycling!



The Window



He waited in the dark.

This had been his routine for several weeks now, the long drive, waiting by the window until the light comes on. She was no stranger to him. They had met through friends and he had been in love ever since. But she was way to good for him and he knew it. Many times he dreamed about asking her out but never got the nerve. Then one night he followed her home and he watched her house from across the road and wondered what she was doing. And as he thought about what her life was like hidden behind the wall, the light came on in the bedroom. It attracted him like a moth to a flame, he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it. So started the ritual, two sometimes three times a night. Watching as she prepares her self for the night. Mesmerized as she undressed, revealing her beautiful form. She was 39 but still gorgeous in his eyes. With large breasts that seemed to beg for his tongue. And while he so loved to watch her nightly preparations for slumber, what he longed for was the nights when she choose to pleasure herself.

Twice before he had witnessed it. She would lay across her bed, legs open wide, showing him the perfect view of her wide open pussy. With a vibrator circling her nipples and a huge dildo in her cunt, she would work herself up into a writhing, quake of an orgasm. But she was never satisfied with just one, this sexual beast could only be satisfied with 3 or 4 such eruptions. Unwilling to tear himself away even for a second, his cum would exploded on the wall outside her window. He smiled as he wondered if she noticed the stains on the wall outside her windows, if she touched it trying to determine the source. If she smelt her fingers to try to determine its odor. Once, he even tried the window, not sure if he found it unlocked if he would actually be brave enough to try to enter the room and enter her. But as luck would have it the, the window was secure.

So he watched. She entered the bedroom wearing her pink terrycloth robe she always put on after her shower and walked to her dresser. Then his heart skipped a beat as she reached into her drawer and retrieved the devises that brought them both such joy and a bit of jealousy on his part. She dropped her robe to the floor and the sight of her nude body made him instantly hard. As she lay across the bed, she positioned herself in such a way as to give him the best view possible, and it suddenly hit him! Could she know that he's there? Could she be putting on her show for him? No, he decided, for surely rather than reward him with sure a wonderful display of her womanhood, he would be punished with an arrest record. No, I am safe, he thought.

As he pondered his dilemma he became aware of the soft humming of the vibrator. He gazed through the window and saw her staring the ritual he had come to look forward to. The vibrator was making its slow circles around her nipples as she rubs her pussy with her fingers in order to get her natural juice flowing enough to take the intrusion of the dildo. He wondered again, as he had in the past, why she never used lubrication. Perhaps, he thought, she enjoyed the slow build-up waiting on nature offered.  

While the vibrator hummed across her breast, he loosens his swollen cock, massaging it trying to match her rhythm. Her fingers expertly manipulated the soft folds of her increasingly swollen cunt. The fingers working in circles, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo. Her hips started to gyrate and she pushes her head pushes back against the mattress. She spreads her legs wider now and raises her hips off the bed, faster and faster the excitement in her builds. 

The pressure inside him builds as he watches her expert hands work their magic. For several minutes she works her pussy over like a woman possessed. Her hands knows the territory well and moves with practiced ease. He drops his pant and underwear down around his ankles to give him more freedom. He strokes his long fat dick, all the while desiring to fill her cunt with every inch of it. Suddenly she grabs the plastic cock and shoves it, to it full length into her now very wet cunt. A loud moan erupts from her lips as it slides home. The vibrator discarded, she uses both hands to abuse her herself. As her body stiffens in climax, he shoots a fresh load on her wall trying to image what it would feel like to instead empty deep inside her.

Then something surprising happened.

Normally she would rest a minute and start again, slowly stroking her self until building into yet another climax. Cuming once, it seemed, just didn't satisfy her. But this time was different. Instead, she slowly pulls the dildo out of her cunt and maneuvers her self sideways on the bed facing the window. He watches intently, curious about the change of events, wondering with excitement as to what is about to unfold. Taking the massive fake cock in her hand she holds it to her mouth and makes a slow long circle with her tongue on the tip then sucks it in her mouth. Sucking for a second, she slides her mouth back up to the tip ending in a kiss. Then with the most sexiest seductive smile he had ever seen, she looked up and blew a kiss straight at the window!

With a start he falls backwards into the bushes. Struggling to his feet, he runs from the yard, tugging to get his pants up. 



The Window



It was early. The sun had yet to rise. I couldn't sleep. It might have had to do with the knock-down, drag-out that I had with my son the night previous. I had thought about nothing else from the moment he stormed out to that very moment.

My wife had tried to talk him down, to no avail. I couldn't even remember what we had started fighting about but it had ranging well beyond that by the time he left.

I looked over at my wife, soundless sleeping, her face tender, her face peaceful. It was amazing to me that she could do something like that after the blow-up. She had a knack for calm. I was anything but. Opposite attract, I guess.

I looked out the window and saw the fire in the backyard across the street. My first impulse was to find the phone and dial 911. There was a fire across the street and it might threaten to engulf the house it was behind. Then I noticed three figures standing around it, tending to it with metal poles, stoking it with extra timber. I wondered why the fuck they were burning anything. It was seventy degrees outside. I had the window open and the smell of smoke drifted in every couple seconds. I was surprised that I hadn't smelled the woodsmoke before I saw the fire.

My eyes drifted away from that scene and immediately found another but it didn't register on me what I was looking at until I went back for a second look.

My neighbors, the ones that owned the house, were stretched out on the lawn. At least, the male neighbor was. The female neighbor was on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips. She was lifting and dropping herself again and again on his pelvis, dry-humping him.

I looked back at my wife, as if I was the guilty party here, as if I was the one cheating. She continued to sleep without fuss and I turned my attention back to what was happening outside.

The man reached up and attempted to fondle his girlfriend or wife (they had never introduced themselves; a different generation's doings, I guess) through her shirt but she slapped his hands away. He attempted a second, immediate grope and she slapped him across the face and said something that I didn't quite understand. But, from then on, he kept his hands to himself unless she requested otherwise.

I had never thought my neighbors this kinky. Never thought that she was the dominating type. She didn't look it when I first glimpsed her walking in with a box of something when they first moved in. Five foot nothing, pretty and young. She obviously had some skeletons in her closet, along with whips, handcuffs and nipple clamps, probably.

She kept dry-humping him and I could tell that he was getting hard and wanted to be inside of her. Mostly because I was getting hard. The woman took her time, ground her pelvis against his, her ass doing circles as she started to undo her shirt, a button at a time.

I looked up towards the figures standing around the fire. They either seemed not to notice what was going on or they were watching and doing to themselves what I was damn close to doing. They couldn't fail to notice the short blonde woman bouncing up and down in the side yard.

She had taken her shirt off by the time I looked back and tossed it aside. She had a skintone bra on and I didn't notice that fact until she reached back and unclasped it, slowly, taking her sweet time. I reached down and felt the hard-on through my pajamas.

I had never watched anything like this before. I'd been to strip clubs, seen plenty of naked women in my time, had sex with a number of them before I met my wife, before things went fucking crazy with all the diseases you could catch.

But I had never watched a neighbor, inside their own home, let alone outside, engaging in any sort of sexual activity.

I felt like God sitting up on a cloud looking down as I took it all in.

She was topless, still grinding into his pelvis with her own. I couldn't quite see her breasts, just the side of them as they swung freely as she kept at him. She reached down and pulled up his shirt. She must have ordered him to sit up and strip off his shirt because that's what happened next, without her doing a thing, except staying astride him.

Shirts off now, she kissing his chest while he kissed hers. I watched him take a breast in his hand and then he licked the nipple to hardness and bit on it gently. She pinched his nipples and bit him a bit harder than he had expected. I heard him cry out but she didn't care and he didn't dare to do anything.

With my erection harder than ever, I finally gave into my urge and dropped my pajama pants, standing in front of the window, naked from the waist down. I looked back at my wife and she'd rolled over so that she was facing the opposite direction. I watched and waited. If I had waited this long, I could wait until they were actually doing something. Meanwhile, I scanned the room for some kind of lubrication.

I remembered that Lily, my wife, had some KY in her underwear drawer and I kicked free of the pajama bottoms and walked over to the dresser. It was still there, thankfully and I attempted to shut the drawer without noise. I succeeded, for the most part, making just a bit of sound.

I went back to the window and I noticed that I had missed quite a lot. The guy was completely naked now and the woman was in her underwear, a thong that looked red or black or who knows what color it was. I found myself wondering how wet she was, how she might smell or how she might taste. It felt like I was cheating on Lily but I couldn't convince myself to turn away, stop this right now and go back to bed.

I poured some KY into my hand and let it sit there for a moment. The woman was still dry-humping her man, though I doubted, now that they were nearly completely unclothed, that it was dry any longer.

"Take it off," she said, loud enough for me to hear it from across the street. She lifted slightly and then the man's hands came up, pulled the slight fabric from the woman's hips and then pulled down. She moved a bit to allow him to get it off and they were both naked.

I slid the lubricant across my cock, which was straining hard, in need of attention. The woman across the street decided that her man's cock needed the same thing but she teased him, rubbing it against her pussy. I could hear him grunt as she did played her game. I started to stroke gently, lightly, barely touching, it felt.

"You want this?" she said, loud enough for him to sshhh him. She slapped him again. "Never tell me what to do, understand?"

"Yes, mistress," he said. Mistress? I mouthed, continuing to stroke.

"Do you want this?" she said, taking his cock in her hand and putting it right next to her entrance.

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Louder!"

"Yes!" he shouted and his voice echoed off the houses. I looked over at their next door neighbor's house but nothing happened. I continued to stroke.

She turned towards me now and, briefly, I thought maybe she knew I was there. She was going to ride him reverse cowgirl and that's exactly what she did as she stuffed her pussy with his hard cock.

I stroked a little faster as she started to bounce up and down on him. Up and down, up and down, her full breasts bounced just as she did. She took one in her hand and bent to lick at the nipple. I have been constantly amazed at what the female of our species can do and this trick is pretty engrossing, not the least of which because it's sexual in nature.

She rode him and rode him and cried out, then told him to fuck her harder, fuck her faster, fuck her deeper.

My hand was really flying up and down my rod and I had completely forgotten about my wife, not caring, I guess, if she caught me or not. When I felt her hand close around mine, I thought I was about to be kicked in the nuts. Here I was, jacking off to the neighbors and my wife had caught me.

"What're you watching?" she asked dreamily, her hand replacing mine. Suddenly, I wondered why she didn't care that I was pretending that I was the guy across the street and I was fucking the woman.

"The neighbors," I said sheepishly.

"Where?" Lily asked, her hand flying faster than I have ever been able to, as her eyes scanned the bedrooms of the houses around us. It was too difficult to talk, the pleasure was unbearable.

Somehow I managed to say, "Down there," and pointed and she saw them, the woman really riding the fuck out of her man.

"I see," Lily said and then she whispered, "Wanna join them?"

"What?" I asked.

"Not join them, join them," she said, her hand slowing on my cock. "I meant, wanna fuck me outside, too?"

"Christ, Lily," I started to say but she put a finger on my lips and her hand squeezed my hardness.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Why not?" I echoed.

I pulled off my shirt and was completely naked then. Lily went ahead of me and brought a blanket with her. She looked around to see if the coast was clear and motioned me outside.

I could hear the woman across the street gasping, the man grunting, the figures in the backyard grunting, too.

Lily spread the blanket on the grass and she kissed me.

"Lay down," she said and I obeyed her, hoping she might treat me like the woman across the street. They were still going at it when Lily leaned over me.

"Slap me," I said and she gave me a questioning look. I rolled over. "Spank me," I said, offering up my ass to her. Instead of doing either, Lily grabbed hold of my testicles and fondled them.

"How many times you got in here, old man?" she asked, laughing a little. She bent forward and licked my scrotum and then took hold of my hard-on and licked that, too.

This was crazy. I could hear my neighbors fucking and now Lily and I were doing the same thing. I had a flashback, suddenly, to Woodstock and the Summer Of Love. I remembered the orgies and the swapping, the easy sex, the carefree sex.

This reminded me a little of that, except I wasn't going to be fucking the woman across the street and anyone else on the block. I was going to be fucking Lily and that was enough for me.

She surprised me by how easy she shed her clothes, even standing up to do it, taking her pajama shirt off and then letting the pants glide off her hips and onto the ground. She stepped out of them and came over to me, kissed me again and touched my cock. 

This was not going to be like across the street. This was not going to be like other times. It was going to be better. 

Lily went down on me and I leaned back and moaned, my cry mixing with that of the woman across the street. In my mind, I wondered what the neighbors must be thinking. First there was one, now there were two. I didn't really give a fuck what they thought.

Lily straddled me as she sucked my cock and offered up her pussy to me. Lily takes care of herself down there, trimming on a regular basis. I had no problem helping myself to her juicy cunt.

"Mmmhmm!" she cried when I put my tongue to her clit and flicked it back and forth a couple times. Lily kept sucking, taking me all the way down to the roots and stopping there. I had no idea that this woman that I had been married to for over twenty years had this kind of animalistic sexuality.

She didn't gag and didn't need to come up for air as she kept me in her throat for a full minute. I attacked her clit over and over again and her nectar started to flow from between her pussy lips. I lapped at those juices and drank freely of her.

We went like that for a few more minutes and then she said, "Time to ride," with a giggle.

She mounted me and rode me and pinched her nipples. "Stroke me," she said and grabbed my hand and put my thumb on her clit while she went up and down my shaft. I rubbed her off at the same time she fucked me and we both moaned and grunted as we neared our respective orgasms.

"Yes!" she said, her cry echoing off the buildings. I couldn't hear the other woman now but didn't care. I was so lost in my wife that I didn't give a damn if the world had ended that moment, as long as we both came.

Lily came before I did and her pussy undulated against my shaft, gripping and releasing as I continued to pound to my come. I was able to hold off long enough to make her come again before I shot into her.

"Oh, Christ!" she said. "Oh, fucking Christ, that was good!"

We both laughed as we collapsed on the blanket. I spooned her and we fell asleep right there in the yard. What felt like twenty minutes later, I awoke and tapped my wife on the shoulder.

"Again?" she asked, a different moaning than what she'd given me twenty minutes previous.

"We should go inside," I said.

"Wanna do this again tomorrow?"

"This is tomorrow, honey," I said as I helped her up, handed her her clothes and picked the blanket up.

The neighbors had already beaten us into their own house. I never had to look out the window again but secretly wondered who had watched us.



The Window



After my wife and I divorced the first thing I did after the ink on the divorce papers dried was to move back to the city. I was originally from the city and I had missed it. My wife was a bit of a country girl and our compromise of living in the suburbs was never completely satisfying to me. I missed the vast array of bars, clubs and theaters that the city offered. In addition I missed the vast array of beautiful women. Of course the city had other advantages, like if I ever wanted to buy a TV set at four in the morning it was nice to know I could.

I found a decent job through a friend of mine at a small start up firm so my income was decent. I also managed to find a decent one-bedroom apartment downtown in my old stomping grounds. Moving downtown immediately brought back memories of all night parties and excessive drinking and other activities, though now that I was a middle-aged man in my forties that was not what I was looking forward to. I was however looking forward to sampling the endless variety of restaurants and women in the area, if not in that order. I quickly met a rather attractive brunette, about fifteen years my junior, at a local watering hole. She had brown eyes and a warm smile. She was trying to make a living as a writer though she was unable to really do that well at it. She shared a small apartment with a friend she had known since high school. Sharon liked to try new restaurants and was a great conversationalist. She also had a lot of energy in the bedroom. Maybe it was because she really didn't work full time, but whatever the reason, I certainly wasn't complaining.

Our first Friday night together found us at a local Indian restaurant. While conversing over our curry, we arranged to go hunting around the local shops for some furniture I still needed for the apartment. I had a bed and a sofa and a few other items, but there was a lot needed and I was glad to have Sharon's advice in my furniture shopping. We hit a local blues bar after our Indian food and spent most of the night back at my place breaking in the new mattress. Even though it was in the city, the apartment was relatively quiet. The apartment was in the back of the building. Although I did not have a view out my window of the street below, I did not have the traffic noise either. My bedroom window overlooked the building next door, an old brick building that was no doubt a century old. After our lovemaking we snuggled up in each other's arms, the light of the moon shining through the window delicately lighting Sharon's beautiful brown hair as she rested her head on my chest.

The next day went well. Sharon and I perused various downtown antique shops and amassed a variety of items the new place sorely needed. We had lunch at an outdoor café enjoying the people watching. We had dinner at a new Vietnamese restaurant Sharon had read about. Afterwards we took our belongings and headed back to the apartment. We had fun arranging the new pieces as well as hanging the pictures Sharon picked out. We got along well together and there was always laughter. As I was on a stool hammering the nail to hang the picture Sharon had selected for the bedroom, I could not help but notice a window across the way as I glanced out my own window while atop the stool. It was dark out and the window on the old building gave full access to the goings on inside. Through the window, one floor below, I could see a beautiful young girl with short blonde hair. She was lying on the bed naked. She appeared to be talking on the phone while touching her womanhood somewhat randomly.

"You OK?" Sharon asked.

"Oh, yea baby." I must have had that deer in the headlight look, "Just thinking what a great time we had tonight."

"Yes, it was wonderful."

Yes it was wonderful. As I hammered the nail in, I tried to keep focused on the task at hand. If my eyes wandered out the window too long I might whack my finger and scream various words which are not normally found in the dictionary. That would not only make Sharon suspicious, it might alert the neighborhood of my presence. I certainly did not want that.

"Sharon, can you get me that tape measure?" I asked, "I want to make sure this picture is even."

"Sure Alan."

I really just wanted to have another moment to look out the window unnoticed. This young woman across the way was on the phone still, giggling and still touching herself randomly. I was getting quite aroused watching her. 

Later that evening Sharon and I settled onto the bed and watched a movie. My mind was elsewhere the entire time. I could not tell you the name of the movie if my life depended on it. Sharon sensed my uneasiness and started giving me playful kisses. I returned them and we were soon out of whatever little clothing we had on. We started kissing passionately. My kisses started downward, gently kissing her ears, then her neck. She emitted soft moans of satisfaction as I made my way further down south soon going from her tittie to her clittie. My delicate tongue strokes had her writhing as I teased her moistening womanhood. I brought her to climax with my tongue and then flipped her over on her stomach with her butt high in the air to take her from behind. From this position I could just see out my bedroom window into the window below. My blonde friend was now on the bed wearing nothing but a T-shirt. It was dark in the room except for the light coming from a TV she appeared to be watching. As the light flickered from the screen, it lit up her lovely young face. She could not have been more than nineteen. Her face was contorted in pleasure as her hand reached up under her long shirt. What did she have under there? I wondered. Was she using a toy, or just touching herself. I became extremely aroused from the site of this gorgeous young thing playing with herself not realizing she was being observed. I pounded Sharon's wetness with renewed vigor as I alternated my glances between the beautiful butt in front of me and the lovely face out the window. My motions subconsciously locked rhythm with the motions of the girl's hand across the way. In a few moments Sharon and I came nearly simultaneously.

"Wow, you're energetic tonight." Sharon said somewhat pleased.

"Must be that Vietnamese food." I said, not being able to come up with anything else.

The next evening Sharon had dinner with relatives who were in town. She would not arrive back at my place until late. She would then stay over and leave when I went off to work. I would have most of the evening to myself, not something I would normally wish for but tonight I welcomed it. I puttered around the house a bit and in the early evening grilled myself a Porterhouse steak. I cooked up some frozen vegetables, broccoli with cheesesause and poured myself a Guinness. After the rather satisfying meal, I poured another Guinness and casually made my way into the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed glancing out the window. I could not see my new friend. Where could she be I wondered? Within moments she appeared. She had just come out of the shower and her hair was wrapped in a white towel. She held the towel on her head with one hand as she reached out and turned on a portable stereo with the other. She did a quick dance move as she tossed the towel aside. She ran her hands through her short blonde hair as she stood before the mirror. As she swayed her hips in time to the music, it was clear that she felt completely at ease.

I was feeling completely aroused. As I sat on the edge of the bed leaning forward, I unzipped my pants. My hand felt cold from the Guinness bottle as I started to stroke my cock. My friend in the window started to comb her hair. Next she applied lip-gloss and puckered her lips as she blew a kiss to the mirror. She then bent over as she opened a drawer in her beaurer. Her butt stuck out as her breasts dangled over the open drawer teasing the lacy undergarments within. She carefully selected a pair of panties and a matching red lace bra. She went over and put the bra on the bed and stepped into the panties, one shapely leg at a time. She carefully pulled the panties up to her waist and then turned around and grabbed the bra. She did a little shake of her butt, no doubt in time to the music, as she put on her bra. Those young nipples disappeared one at a time into that red lacy holder as she completed the task by hooking the straps over her shoulders one at a time with her thumbs. I was ready to explode my load glazing my own window when suddenly the door buzzer rang. I went over to the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, like I didn't know.

"Who do you think?" She answered as I buzzed her in.

Sharon made her way up the elevator and appeared at the door.

"What, were you expecting neighbors or something?"

"You never know." I answered slyly.

Almost as soon as Sharon was in the room I grabbed her and carried her to the bed. After what was admittedly a poor excuse for foreplay, I once again propped her butt in the air and entered her from behind. I was again able to glance out the window, but my friend had left. I didn't even get to see what she put on over those lacy undergarments. After a few moments I had climaxed, Sharon barely.

"A little excited today?" She asked perplexed.

"Just glad to see you." I answered. I really wasn't lying.

In a while we were off to sleep in each other's arms. The next day we did our routines as usual. That night Sharon had some function to attend regarding her writing. I stayed home in front of the window. My new friend was naked on the bed watching TV. After a while she got on the phone. While on the phone she started giggling and randomly touching herself. The sight of this young girl with the perky nipples and rounded breasts rolling on the bed touching herself was as usual quite a treat. I felt alternately aroused, yet a bit guilty, like a kid stealing from the cookie jar. Somehow the feelings of guilt, knowing that I was getting away with something, only added to the excitement. I had a free peep show and I was enjoying every minute. Once again I took my hand from my cold beer and stroked my firm cock, coming almost instantly.

The next night Sharon came over for dinner. I cooked my Salmon with capers and made fresh asparagus and tossed salad. The meal came out well and after finishing a bottle of wine we made our way to the bed to watch a little TV. That soon led to making out and soon we were completely naked on the bed. I was in a relatively lazy mood and took my time with the foreplay. You might say it was more like fiveplay. I guess in my mind I was trying to make up for our previous session. I slowly caressed and nibbled at everything that could be caressed or nibbled on Sharon's fit, athletic body. She was enjoying the extra time and attention and it was very evident by her prolonged sighs and deep moans. When we got to the main event, once again I turned her ass up and took her from the rear so I could get a view across the way. My new friend was again lying on the bed. She had on a long oversize T-shirt. I could see her hand moving between her legs as the light of the TV cast a warm glow on the goings on. Oh My God, I thought. I could see she had a vibrator in her hand. I could clearly see the end as it emerged from the opening in the shirt. 

Sharon was wet and wanting as she readied herself on her knees with her beautiful butt in the air. My manhood was fully engorged with the combined excitement of Sharon's moist pussy presenting itself to me and the view of a young woman I don't even know giving me the show of a lifetime. I entered Sharon like an animal but soon eased back as I became engrossed in the goings on across the alley. My friend seemed to be stroking herself in slow, deliberate strokes. The light from the TV showed an approving look on her contorted face. Her slow strokes set the pace for my own motions once again. As she increased the tempo, I followed suit. Her increased activity shown in her face as the TV flickered upon it. My own thrust became increasingly forceful as Sharon moaned in approval. In a few short moments, Sharon's moans turned to wails as her pussy tightened around my throbbing cock. I could see across the way my friends face was contorted in ecstasy. I came as Sharon and a girl whose name I didn't even know all came in sympathy. Three people whose lives somehow became intertwined, all came together and they were not even in the same room. Sharon looked very contented as she settled in my arms that night. Once again she left the next day as I went off to work.

My little peep show was something that started to occupy my mind throughout the day. More than once at work I would find myself drifting off thinking about my little friend across the way. Who was she talking to on the phone? Who did she wear those lacy undergarments for? Did she have a steady boyfriend? Christ, she was only nineteen at most. I found myself thinking about her more than Sharon. I was becoming obsessed.

The following night I was again alone. I stopped for Chinese takeout since I didn't feel like cooking and really didn't have anything in the house worth cooking anyway. After finishing my shrimp with lobster sauce I read for a bit before settling on the bed in front of the TV. Once it got dark I drifted into my usual routine of peering out the window with the lights off. What I saw this night exceeded my wildest expectations. My blonde haired friend was with another girl around her age. They were both naked on the bed with the lights dim. I could not see the other girl's face clearly in the dim light but I could see she had long auburn hair and her tight body betrayed her youth. They were not touching each other but were joking and laughing. The laughter continued as I began to pleasure myself. The girls would occasionally touch each other, but only on the shoulder or arm. Perhaps I had sat in front of the window too late. Then again, maybe the show hadn't started yet. My mind was racing as my hand tightened around my cock and began stroking. Just then the phone rang.

"Hello." I picked it up reluctantly.

"Just called to wish you good night honey." It was Sharon, of course.

"Oh, that was kind of you." I answered.

After a bit of small talk, we sent kisses over the phone lines and hung up. I looked out the window expecting to see a spectacular show but was somewhat disappointed to see my friend on the bed alone. She was still naked but the other girl had clearly got dressed and left in the time I was on the phone with Sharon. Hard to believe I was disappointed to see a naked girl on a bed, but somehow I was. I felt I had missed something. I thought for sure I might never see those two naked again.

The weekend arrived again and this weekend was the first I would spend alone since meeting Sharon. She had to go out of town on personal business. In preparation I made sure the refrigerator was stocked with plenty of Guinness. The time by myself would do me some good. There were things that needed to be done around the apartment I had not yet had a chance to get to.

Saturday night I made myself a steak and a salad. I grabbed a Guinness and made my way over to the bed in expectation of a relaxing night of TV. I glanced out the window from my perch and looked into the window of my friend. She appeared to be dressed for an evening out. She was standing in front of the mirror primping herself but appeared to be alone. Moments later I was surprised to see the girl I saw her with on the bed the other night come out of the bathroom. She too looked very sexy in her tight fitting jeans. I could see her face in the light of the room. She was drop dead gorgeous. Wow, I thought. Would I like to go wherever they're going. Oh well, it will be me and my Guinness tonight. I watched as the two young women did some last minute primping in the mirror then dimmed the lights as they exited the room. I sighed as I sat back on the bed. 

Several minutes passed and as I flipped the channels I finally settled on some PBS special. Suddenly the door buzzer buzzed. Who the heck could that be I wondered? I got up to go to the intercom.

"Who is it?" I asked quizzically.

There was no answer.

A few minutes passed and there was a soft knock on the door. I wondered 'who the heck?' as I opened the door. I felt my blood rush out of my head and travel south as I saw who it was. My plans on being alone with my TV and Guinness had suddenly come to an end. Looks like it might be a night to remember after all.



The Window



Natalie read the message that popped up, and looked over her shoulder. She leaned a bit closer to the screen as she typed an answer. A moment later, she blushed a deep scarlet and sat back. She nodded to herself, and caressed her ripe breast through her yellow tee shirt. Her eyes stayed on the screen as more text appeared, and she softly pinched her nipple. It hardened instantly. She breathed deep, so her breasts stretched the pale yellow tee even tighter. She slid her other hand over the front of her striped bikini panties. Her hips squirmed in the chair, round asscheeks flexing.

She looked out the glass sliding door into the dark backyard. The light spilling out from the living room made the lawn a patchwork of green and black, but didn't reach the high fence that enclosed the yard. It didn't reach the branches of the sprawling maple that grew in the ravine behind her house. It didn't reach me, perched on a wide limb, leaning back against the trunk, squeezing my cock through my jeans as I watched the pretty blonde teasing.

Silently, I prayed that she would show more of her silky skin, and carefully eased the zipper down. I slid my hand into my pants and gave my cock a gentle tug. Her thighs spread as she slouched down in her chair. Whatever she was reading on the screen made her blush furiously and then walk to the glass slider. She peered out into the darkness, and I froze. 

She slid the door open and stepped down into the backyard. I held my breath. She couldn't possibly know I was there, but she looked around. My heart raced and my head began to spin before I remembered to breathe, opening my lips and letting the air in as quietly as possible. After a few endless seconds, she peeled her top over her head and let her full breasts bobble in the hot night air. 

Each rosey nipple was like a little arrow, pointing into the night. I bit back a gasp and squeezed my cock tight. In one quick motion, she slid her panties down, and kicked them off. For a beautiful moment I could see her slit with a neat wedge of golden blonde hair above. Then she turned, and her perfect ass trembled as she darted inside, pulling the slider closed and flipping the lock. When she closed the curtain, I let out a loud groan, and felt my cock pumping, cum spurting and soaking my boxers.

I didn't dare to think, but scooted out on the branch and dropped down into the dark yard. Her shadow moved against the curtain as I darted to the edge of the lawn and snatched her panties off the lawn. I scrambled over the fence and fled with my trophy, my blood surging red hot. I pressed her panties to my face, feeling dampness and smelling her glorious pussy.

When I got home and shut the door behind me I started laughing. The adrenaline rush of fear and excitement had me as giddy as a teenager, and another whiff of her panties had me hard as a rock again. I slid down to the floor, gasping for breath and replaying the scene in my mind again and again. For a few heartbeats, there had been nothing between her naked body and me but a dozen yards of empty space. My underwear was still sticky with my cum, but I began stroking my cock again. 

*

The next morning, I was out walking Max early, before the day began to really cook. Just as I was coming down her street, her door opened. She had a little white miniskirt and a pink t shirt on. My ears burned as I imagined her perfect body naked in her yard and tried not to stare at the way her breasts jiggled and her skirt flipped as she skipped down the steps.

"Hey Max!" She grinned, and he waggled cheerfully towards her. 

I tried not to stare as she leaned down. Her perfect breasts swayed in her tight top as she scratched Max, giggling as he shoved his nose under her skirt. She pushed his nose away, and I gave his leash a little jerk to pull him back. I couldn't look at her as I mumbled. "Sorry about that, he just...."

"It's OK." She blushed a little as she looked up, smiling that perfect smile. "He's just being a dog." 

There was a chirp and I jumped, but it was just her unlocking her car door, as she climbed in, she called. "Have a good day!"

I waved as she drove off, and looked up and down the street. Nobody was about. I had her panties wadded in a tiny ball in my pocket, and took them out, breathing the scent of her one last time before I shoved them in her mail box. As Max pulled me down the street, I felt a hollow ache in my chest, as if I had lost something precious.

*

By eleven that night, I was back in place. My heart raced, and my fingers drummed incessantly on the truck of the tree as I leaned back against it. The minutes dragged slowly, but the curtains were still open. She was sitting at her desk, writing something on her computer. After a little while, she looked over her shoulder and took a deep breath. Her breasts strained against the tight top and I smiled. 

She stood up and walked straight to the glass slider and peered out into the darkness. She cupped her hands around her face to block the light from behind her, but she could not see me. She stepped back, chewing her lip, then she nodded her head. She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezed gently, and her eyelids fluttered. 

I was hypnotized by her performance. She ran her fingers in slow circles around her nipples, and I watched them stiffen as her lips parted in a moan I could only imagine. When she peeled her t shirt up and let it fall to the carpet by her feet and revealed the lacy black bra, I groaned softly. For another few breaths she kneaded her luscious breasts.

She slid her hands down and unbuttoned her shorts. I had a momentary glimpse of more black lace before she turned her back. Sliding her shorts down, she rocked her hips side to side. I had to remind myself to breathe. The little lacy bikini matched her bra and left her asscheeks mostly bare. As she slid the shorts down her legs, she bent further and further, letting the lace pull tight around her mons. Too soon she stood straight again, and glanced over her shoulder.

I hadn't dared admit to myself until that glance that this was for me. The panty-thief, the peeping tom, the watcher. She swayed her hips as she slunk the few steps to her couch. She sat down, facing the window, and spread her legs wide. I didn't dare touch myself, knowing I would explode instantly.

Her fingers played over the front of her panties, caressing through the filmy lace. Her back arched, pushing her breasts out as one of the bra straps slipped off her shoulder. Her hips ground slowly, as she pushed the lace between her lips, rubbing her clit, panting with excitement. She stopped to take the bra off. She squeezed her bared breasts, lifted them and let her long pink tongue flick at her nipples, one after the other. My mouth was a desert.

Then she leaned back, fingers probing her pussy and finally pulling the lacy panties aside. Two fingers disappeared in her beautiful pink groove,and came out glistening. She painted her nipples with her honey, and then licked her fingers, massaging her clit with her other hand. She slid two fingers in again, and again, stroking them in and out quickly a few times before she returned to circling her clit.

Then her back arched up, and her thighs waved at me. She pulled her panties back over her slit and rubbed herself through them for just a few moments before she began to buck and shiver. Her mouth opened in a scream I couldn't hear. Her thighs clamped shut, and her hips squirmed. After a minute, she slumped back, the tension draining from her body, breasts heaving as she panted for breath. My chest was rising and falling with hers, and a sticky wetness filled my shorts again. 

I leaned back, my body shaking. It was a dizzy, feverish feeling. Natalie stood up, unsteady on her legs. She was flushed, all the way down to the tips of her breasts, and she kept turning away from the glass door and then glancing back out. Finally, she slid the door open and stared out into the darkness. After a few heartbeats, she slid her panties off, and bent down to pick them up. She looked around the dark yard as she held them, and then she let her arm swing back and tossed them underhand towards me 

They fell at the edge of the light that spilled out of the house. She took a deep breath, and stepped back inside, closing and latching the door behind her. She closed the curtain, and s few minutes later, the light went out downstairs. I dropped into her yard to retrieve my prize. 

*

The next morning I walked Max in the rain, and slipped Natalie's panties in her mailbox. I paused on her front steps, thinking how impossible it was that my fantasy lived behind that ordinary door. I walked on, grinning like a fool, wishing night would come sooner.

It was still raining that night when I climbed up onto my branch. The house was dark. Maybe she thought I wouldn't come out in the rain. I waited until my ass was sore and my clothes were soaked. It was past midnight. I had been waiting for over an hour, and there was no sign of her. 

When the light came on, I sat up so quickly, I had to grab another branch to keep from falling. A heavy shower of fat raindrops fell down on me. A few moments later she appeared with a man. They both stood a little unsteadily. He was a handsome bastard in an elegant suit, his tie loose. I wanted to strangle him with it. He slid his jacket off and folded it casually over the back of a chair.. She poured them both drinks, beautiful in her short black dress, and sat down on the couch with him. 

She glanced at the glass slider as she sat. His hand touched her bare shoulder and she shifted closer. Her eyes cut to the slider again. It was absurd to be jealous of a girl I had only watched, but that didn't make me want to be the one touching her any less. 

The bastard didn't waste any time. In moments he was kissing her. He groped at her breast and pulled her across his lap so she straddled him. She kissed him eagerly as his manicured hands squeezed that perfect ass. As much as I hated it, I couldn't look away. 

When he lifted her dress and I saw her ass, bare except the slender strip of a red thong, I reached down, squeezing myself through my damp jeans. I was as hard as I had ever been, but I was choking. He stood up, setting her on her feet and catching her when she stumbled on her high heels. They laughed.

He whispered in her ear and glanced up. She shook her head and kissed him, trying to pull him back to the couch. He sighed, and shrugged, and then pulled her close, kissing her again. Her arms went around his neck, and his hands cupped that perfect ass once more. Then he turned away from her and took a step towards me. I flattened myself against the tree trunk in a sudden panic. He could squash me like a bug. He reached for the curtain.

She reached for his hand. Words flew back and forth. 

He was shocked, incredulous, then angry. 

She waved her hands as she talked, not meeting his eye. 

Then he said the wrong thing, and she pointed to the door, drawing herself up. 

He shook his head in disbelief. 

She stamped her foot and pointed again. 

He shook his head with a disgusted look on his face and stalked to retrieve his jacket. 

She followed him towards her front door, talking, waving her hands.

"Stupid fucking bitch!" The yell was muffled by the rain and the houses, but I knew he was out the front door by then. He slammed it shut loud enough that it echoed, and a moment later a car door closed, and an engine roared to life. The tires were screaming like the fear and jealousy and anger and lust. I shook with it.

Natalie came back into the living room, still holding her dress up. She stood in fron of the slider for a moment. She reached back and unzipped her dress. She let it fall, then opened the door and stepped out of her dress into the rain.. The drops splashed off her golden skin and ran down her body. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

"Are you there?" Her voice slurred.

My heart stopped beating. I imagined myself walking across the yard towards her. taking her in my arms, kissing her, making her mine. I had seen the man she had brought home, though. She would never want someone like me.

"Are you?" she called a bit louder, and went back in.

I gasped a breath before she reappeared with something in her hand. 

Just as she was stepping out the door, I realized what it was. She switched the flashlight on and swung it up, but her heel slipped on the wet step and she stumbled, grabbing the rail and dropping the flashlight. I fell off the branch, rolling in the mud and tore off down the alley. I sprinted home, shaking with panic. I sat in my wet, muddy clothes on the kitchen floor, ashamed., and the weight of my cowardice crashed down on me. 

*

The rain had stopped during the night, and Max was bursting with energy. I let him haul me around the neighborhood for a while, trying to find something to be happy about, but I kept seeing myself running away from the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I kept seeing the bastard and reminding myself how far out of my league she was. A broken-down, middle-aged man just didn't have a fighting chance with a girl like that.

Max barked and tugged, and I looked up. Natalie was coming down the street towards us. She had heard Max bark and smiled, so there was no escaping. He dragged me towards her, wagging his tail, and she leaned down to scratch him again.

"You're lucky you're a dog," she said. Max seemed to agree with her as she hugged him.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, trying to sound as natural as possible.

She looked up and sighed. "I thought I found someone special, but I think I scared him away."

"Someone special?" The words stumbled over themselves as I spoke. "I'm sure if you told him what was up, he'd understand. I mean, who could say no to a girl like you?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "The problem with that is I don't really know who he is."

"Oh," I said. 

She gave Max a final pat and went on her way down the street, and I watched her ass swaying until Max almost yanked me off my feet. She was talking about me. The guy she didn't know had to be the panty-thief, not the bastard. I turned around and saw her climbing up the steps to her house. Thinking about it, I remembered that she had really gotten rid of the bastard because she wanted me to see her. He had just been a prop for our play. Things were still broken, but she wanted them fixed. All I had to do was figure out how.

I didn't have a pair of panties to stick in her mailbox, but I needed something. In its own weird little way, this was our romance. I would give her a rose. I hurried home to drop off the dog, and set off to find a florist. A rose was a start, but it was generic. It needed something else, and I racked my brain. In the end, it was even more obvious than the rose. It was a pink silk blindfold, with lace trim and a soft cushion for her eyes. I put it in her mailbox with a long stemmed rose and went home to wait.

*

That night I shaved, brushed my teeth and showered three times before I left. I wore a new pair of black jeans and a nice black shirt, and tried not to think how stupid it was for me to act like I was going on a date or something. I climbed up my tree and found my spot. The curtains were pulled closed. My shoulders sagged. My head hung low. It had been so long since I had dared to hope that I would get the girl, that I had gotten used to the bleak understanding that I would not, but this was a cold reminder. Still, I would stay until the lights went out, at least. Things were quiet for a long while, and I wondered if she had fallen asleep with the light on.

A moment after the light finally went out, the curtain opened. The living room was lit by candles. The rose stood in the neck of a bottle on the coffee table. She had her white and blue silk robe on as she opened the sliding door. She stepped out and set a candle on the bottom step. She went back inside, but she didn't close the slider. She untied the robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. For a moment, I thought she was naked, but when she shifted, a tiny g-string caught the light. She sat on the sofa, the candlelight picking out gold and silver highlights in her hair. Then she picked the blindfold up from the back of the couch. She placed the silky pad over her eyes and carefully pulled the elastic band beneath her ponytail.

I watched her sit for a long moment, and she sat still, upright, her breasts rising and falling slowly as she breathed. Then she lay back on the sofa, crossing her legs. She began massaging a breast with one hand, but it wasn't a show like the other night. It was expectant. I could have stared at her all night, beautiful, perfect, waiting for me. 

I let myself drop down into the yard and crept across the lawn as carefully as possible. I snuffed the candle on the back step before I stepped into the house. I closed the slider, and when she heard it rolling on its tracks she sat up suddenly. I froze, and after a moment she lay back. I walked to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She gasped softly. She was trembling, but she held still as my fingers caressed her siky skin. Softer than I had even imagined.

I ran my fingertips up the side of her neck and lifted her chin, looking down at her perfect face. I wanted to see her eyes, but it was too soon. I couldn't face her seeing me just yet. She was breathing fast, her breasts swaying as her chest rose and fell, and I couldn't help myself. I cupped them, squeezing the firm globes and feeling her nipples pressing against my palms. She moaned and pushed up, pressing them into my hands. I leaned down, hovering over her, and feeling her breath. 

I kissed her, softly, and she kissed back. I pressed down a bit harder and her tongue danced across my lips. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was actually kissing her. I let my hands drop to her thighs, and she writhed under me, cooing with excitement, opening her legs and drawing my attention to the skimpy scrap of underwear she had chosen. It was pulled tight over her pussy, and I could see the shape of her pouting lips under it. I groaned softly at the sight, and let my hands glide up to her hips. I reached under and squeezed her perfect ass, and she grinned and giggled nervously, arching her back.

I kissed her breast, pulling on the soft flesh with my lips and then flicking the hard little with my tongue. Her hands found my head and stroked my hair. I covered her nipple with my mouth and ran my hand over the little silk triangle covering her puss. I pressed against her slit and felt her opening for me. She let out a shuddering groan and her thighs closed on my hand, trapping it. She humped her hips against my hand and I could feel her body straining towards release. I worked the silk aside with my finger, and slid it into her. She pushed her hips up, squeezing my finger in her slippery embrace.

After a minute, I pulled my hand free and began to slide her panties down. She lifted her hips and then drew her legs up to help. I slipped her panties in my pocket, and stared down at her, naked except her blindfold, sprawled out in pleasure, her pussy glistening open for me. Her fingers found my leg, gripping my jeans.

"Are you going?" she whispered, breaking the spell.

"Do you want me to?"

"No," she said, pulling me towards her. "Please stay."

I leaned down and kissed her pussy. My tongue slid along her slit, slurping her juices up and swirling around the hard button of her clit. She lifted her hips, pushing her pussy up against my face, and I stroked my tongue into her. She let out a long, wailing kind of moan and then I attacked her clit, sucking and licking, flicking my tongue at it, the scent and the taste flooding my senses as she writhed and moaned. 

I don't know how long I was there before she froze and her thighs squeezed tight on my head. She arched her body up and then began to buck and shuddewr on the sofa, screaming her climax as her juices flowed. I held her hips and kept licking until she pushed my head back, moaning and trembling and smiled shyly.




The Window



Gemma had grown up next door. I had know her since a baby and seen her grow up over the years and had now turned eighteen. She had always been a pretty girl and she always put a smile on my face when I saw her. She was an only child and her parents were not only very protective, but also extremely strict with her. 

Now that normally leads to one of two things in my experience; either a rebellious daughter, causing her parents an immense deal of trouble and heartache; or a secretively rebellious daughter who did what her parents wanted, but in her own time and space would find the type of trouble she was craving. Gemma was the latter of the two.

Over the past couple of years I had begun to notice things. Small occurrences that most people would miss. Gemma was very good at keeping up appearances and to all concerned was always straight down the line. But living next door to someone you see different things. Little things. I would notice Gemma sneaking a cigarette when her parents weren't watching. The occasional drink of her Father's scotch that he keeps in his study that faced my kitchen window. 

Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't spying on this family. But you notice nuances on your day to day travels. Some people say I am very observant when it comes to people. I don't know about that. I just notice things others may not. 

There is something I must confess at this point. Up until last month Gemma did not much enter my mind except for the occasional thought of her beauty when I saw her. But one night last month changed that. 

I was sitting at my dining room table, eating my dessert, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a light flicker. Looking up I could see one of the upstairs rooms next door was lit up. This was a little strange because the curtains were almost always closed in that window. But not tonight. 

I could see Gemma moving a number of things around as if she was changing that into her bedroom. I sat there and watched her for a while. She then went out of sight and the light went off. I found my newspaper and followed my usual routine of reading after dessert. 

After a while of reading I noticed the light go on again in that room. Gemma walked back in with a towel wrapped around her as she must have just come out of the shower. She moved out of my sight for a few seconds. Then she moved back into view and sat on the bed. With the towel still wrapped around her she leaned forward and placed her feet in her underwear and slid them up. I sat there transfixed. 

I wondered whether I should move in case she could see I was watching. But I couldn't; she had me engrossed. She then undid the towel and let it fall as she pulled on a t-shirt. I could still see her white underwear hugging her firm body. She brushed her hair and then turned the light off. My mind wandered and I started to think of Gemma in a different way.

Over the next few weeks this became our nightly routine. I began to look forward to my nightly show from Gemma. But my thoughts started to grow more intense. I wanted to see her up close. Smell her. Touch her. I found myself casting glimpses at that window. 

This morning while I was checking my mail I noticed her boyfriend get out of his car and walk up to the house. I knew that Gemma's parents were strict about them not being at home together while they were not there. I smiled to myself thinking if only her parents knew, before going to my study to do some work. 

At twelve o'clock I went make lunch. As I looked out of my dining room window I could see Gemma and her boyfriend in the lounge room walking towards the front door hand in hand. 

After lunch, sitting back at my desk, I tried to go back to work but I couldn't concentrate. My mind was filled with Gemma. Questions floated around in my head. I started to think I was going crazy because I couldn't shake the thoughts of her. Thoughts of her changing in her room, with her figure hugging panties clinging to her body. It was consuming me. 

After ten minutes I walked back into the dining room to look at her again. But she was nowhere to be seen. I needed to see her. Then an idea hit.

Walking over to her house I was still in the midst of formulating what I was going to say. I knocked on the solid front door that had an intricate glass design to the side of it. Gemma opened the door, "Hi Mister Clark. How are you?"

In a quiet but serious voice I replied, "Can I come in please Gemma?" Gemma moved out of the doorway and opened the door fully for me. I walked in and stood in the lounge room facing away from the door. Gemma walked into the room and around in front of me.

"Is everything alright Mister Clark?"

"Are your parents home Gemma?" I asked knowing they were out.

"No, they're not," she replied.

I stood there for a second looking as if I was contemplating something. "Perhaps I should come back when they are."

"Is everything alright Mister Clark," she said, "can I help you?"

"I don't think you can Gemma. I wanted to tell your parents something," I said.

"It's not something bad is it?" she asked quietly.

I hesitated, "Well it's about you Gemma."

Gemma's head tilted back as she didn't know what to say. "Me? What did I do?"

I walked to the couch and sat down. "Did you know that from my kitchen window I can see into this lounge room?" I motioned over to the window that was directly across from the one at my house. "I saw that you had your boyfriend over this morning. I saw everything Gemma."

Gemma looked concerned. "But..." she stopped as if to gather her thoughts. "Please Mister Clark. You don't need to tell them. You know what they're like."

"Yes Gemma. That is exactly why I have to tell them. You need to respect their wishes while you are living in their house."

Gemma thought for a second before she moved to the couch and sat down putting her face in her hands. "Please Mister Clark. I don't want to deal with what will happen."

"I have to tell them Gemma," I replied with my serious voice.

"Maybe..." Gemma paused. "Maybe we could make a deal or something."

"What do you mean Gemma?" I asked firmly.

Gemma thought long and hard, "You know, a deal so you don't tell them."

"What do you have in mind?"

"What if I wash your car sometime?" she queried.

"No Gemma," I said flatly. She was thinking hard. I could tell by the look on her face.

"I will do your laundry for you?"

"No thank you Gemma. I don't get that much laundry living on my own."

After a few more seconds the look on her face changed. "I've got it. I know something you will love," she said. "I know you collect old coins and my Dad gave me this really old one. You can have it if you don't tell."

I looked straight at her intrigued with what she might have. "Where is it?" I asked.

"It's in my room. I'll go get it," she finished off as she turned and ran.

After standing there for a few seconds, I started off across the room and up the stairs. I could hear her in her room rummaging around trying to find it. As I walked into the doorway of her room I could see her bending over in a storage box next to her bed. I stepped into her room and closed the door. Startled she spun around. "What are you doing Mister Clark?"

"Have you found it?" I asked.

"No," she said with a sad look on her face. "No. But I will."

"Don't bother, I have changed my mind." I turned to open her door. Gemma leapt towards me. "No don't go," she pleaded, "how can I convince you not to tell them?"

"I'm sorry Gemma. I am going to have to," I replied.

"But Mister Clark, please." She held her hands together and pleaded, "I will do anything."

"Don't say things you don't mean Gemma," I quickly replied.

"No, no. I mean it. Tell me what you want to not tell them and I am sure we can make a deal."

I stood there in front of her for a few seconds in silence. She had a desperate look on her face. My insides were churning. My eyes analysing her soft skin on her face; how her hair fell; the curves of her breasts through her shirt. "Are you sure you would do anything Gemma?" I quizzed.

"Yes Mister Clark," she responded instantly. I stood there again for a few seconds wondering.

"Slide your clothes off so I can see you in your underwear," I said. Gemma's head shot back in surprise. 

"Mister Clark?" she said in an innocent tone.

"Fine. You said anything but obviously that wasn't true," I snapped and turned towards the door again.

"No wait. It's... it's..." Gemma stammered, "It's just that you caught me by surprise. I didn't know you were going to ask that."

"Well?" was all I said. Gemma stood there for a few seconds. I again threatened to leave by turning my body slightly. Then Gemma slid her straps off her shoulder and her silky top slithered down her body and dropped to the floor revealing her naked above the waist. 

Standing there in front of me, Gemma covered her breasts with her hands to compensate for her not having a bra. I motioned to drop her hands and looking straight into my eyes, she did. My gaze dropped down to scan her chest. I forgot my inner torments and my desires took over. I could feel myself becoming aroused with Gemma standing there in front of me. Doing what I asked even though I knew she didn't want to was very exciting. 

After analysing her breasts I looked back up again into Gemma's eyes to find her gaze was still on mine. "Now your skirt Gemma," I said calmly, although within myself I was feeling the excitement well up. Gemma waited a moment before wiggling her hips from side to side as she pushed her skirt downward so it dropped to the floor. "Step out of it please." 

Gemma took a small step forward so her clothes were now behind her on the floor. I looked at her panties and started to feel my cock harden. I smiled a little as I had a thought to myself. She wore what I would describe as her good girl panties; white cotton panties that were crisp and clean. 

I motioned for Gemma to take off her panties. She stood there silently and I could tell she was thinking to herself. I began to suspect she wasn't going to do what I asked. "Do you want me to tell your parents Gemma?" I prodded. 

"I'm just not sure about this Mister Clark," she replied. 

"If you're going to question me Gemma then the deals off," I said. Gemma stood there and remained motionless. I was about to say something when she began to slowly slide her cotton panties down. She again swayed from side to side a little as they descended her legs. As soon as gravity took over and they fell to the floor Gemma put her hands over her private part. Standing there totally vulnerable she had a look on her face I had never seen before. 

I was consumed as I had ventured into the darkness and I wanted to go on further. "You can move your hands now Gemma." Knowing I was not going to let up she relented and moved them. I gazed between her legs at her womanhood and the bulge in my pants grew more noticeable. 

I could see the full definition of her lips framed by her pale thighs and it excited me even more. My emotions welled up inside me and I knew I was going to lose control of the rest of my morals. I was becoming totally consumed by the darkness within me. There was no turning back.

I slid my shorts and boxer shorts down in one motion freeing my cock from its restraints. Gemma gasped. I don't think she expected me to do what I had just done. "What are you doing Mister Clark?" she exclaimed. 

"Come here Gemma," I said confidently. I think Gemma had finally realised she was going to have to do what I asked to get out her predicament. Walking over to me Gemma stood close enough that I could smell her perfume on her neck. "I want you to take this in your mouth and suck it." 

Gemma knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. With her lips halfway down the shaft she slid back before taking more in her second intake. I could tell this wasn't the first time Gemma had a man's rod in her mouth. 

I rocked my head back slightly as I enjoyed having my cock sucked by the girl next door. Gemma didn't take the whole of my cock in but gave full attention to what she was doing. Gemma was slowly rocking her head back and forth on my shaft and it felt so good as her tongue swirled all around my cock reaching every part. 

But in some ways it was not good enough for me. I wanted Gemma to take my whole cock in her mouth. I wanted more. I bent my head forward and looked down over her before I put my hand behind her head and pushed it against my body. 

Gemma gagged as my cock hit the back of her throat. I did not care anymore. I let her head slide backwards before pushing it back on my shaft. Her mouth felt so warm as I hit the back of her throat as she gasped. I continued to let her slide back slightly and then pushing her head on my cock over and over. 

Then I knew it was time. I wanted all of Gemma. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she drew a deep breath as the saliva slid off her lips and down her chin. Gemma quickly wiped it off and remained on her knees trying to gather herself. I took her arm and helped her to her feet before pushing her to the bed. 

"Sit down there," I said as Gemma sat perched on the edge with her head looking towards the floor. I then put my left arm across both of her knees and pushed her upper body back towards the bed, "Lay down Gemma."

As her head hit the soft bed I bent down to inspect her pussy. I leaned in and took in her smell. It was intoxicating and before I knew it I was licking my prize. I pushed her legs slightly wider as I started licking from the top of her pussy lips to the very bottom. Gemma remained dead quiet. 

After a minute of gliding my tongue up the length of her clit, her pussy started to change scent slightly and became wet. As much as Gemma was showing her disapproval with her silence her body was betraying her. I kept my tongue down there but started to slide the tip into her wetness.

My cock ached and wanted to experience her wetness. I stopped what I was doing and got to my feet. Gemma remained motionless on the bed as I reached forward and grabbed her knees lifting them upwards and out wider. 

My hard cock slid slowly into her wetness and I heard a faint gasp from Gemma as it went in. Slowly guiding it inside her I pulled back at times to get more lubrication before driving it further in. I started to build up a rhythm and before long Gemma's juices were making noises every time my cock slid inside her. 

I pushed her legs forward and my cock drove deeper into her pussy. My balls made a slapping sound as they hit her soft ass. I knew my actions were stirring her. Gemma reached one hand forward and cupped it behind one of her legs slightly bringing it forward so I penetrated her deeper still. 

Gemma began making soft moaning sounds as I started to pick up speed. I could tell she was trying not to make any noise but I could hear her sighs under her breath. That turned me on even more as I fucked her. 

After a few minutes of driving my cock into her, I could feel I was on the edge of cumming. Gemma could also tell. "Please don't do it in me," she pleaded. I didn't say a thing but kept on fucking her sweet pussy. She lifted her head off the bed to look at me as I started to drive my cock into her even harder. 

"Please Mister Clark," she pleaded as she tried to move to get up. I grabbed her legs hard and drove her back onto the bed. Gemma laid still and did not fight me but seemed to accept I was going to have my way with her any way I wanted. 

I was right on the edge of exploding when Gemma said, "Let me suck it again. Let me put it in my mouth." What she said was unexpected. I stopped thrusting in her and my mind was now thinking about her sweet mouth again. Without further thought I slipped out of her pussy and released her legs. I knew this was Gemma's way to stop me from exploding inside her, but I didn't care.

I stood there with my dick glistening with her juices as Gemma sprang up immediately, now given the opportunity. She knelt in front of me by the edge of her bed and took my cock in her mouth once again. This time I didn't need to push her head onto my cock, she was taking it all in trying to please me this way. 

She slurped all over my shaft and moved her mouth as fast as she could. I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensation. It did not take long to get me back to the edge and I gasped a little. Gemma could tell and took my cock deep in her mouth. 

It had been a little while since I had climaxed and when I exploded in her mouth my hot cum gushed in abundance. Stream after stream was released as I groaned in pleasure with my head leaned back. It felt like I had been cumming in her mouth for minutes as I unloaded everything. I could feel that Gemma had stopped moving her head and was just accepting my warm sperm. 

When I had finally finished, I leaned my head forward to see her kneeling on the floor in front of me with her face looking up at me innocently with cum covering all her lower lip, her chin and dripping all down her chest and legs. She must not have been able to keep up with swallowing with the amount I had unloaded. Even though I had just been satisfied, the look of that still turned me on. 

To this day I have kept my end of the bargain and never told her parents what I actually didn't see through that window...



The Window



Author's Note : This is my very 1st effort at writing; after many years as a reader of erotic stories. I hope I don't embarrass myself. Please feel free to give me constructive criticism....or , if possible,...encouragement. Enjoy!





 Dean went for a 3 mile jog almost every Thursday at a park near his apartment. He would start around 9 am and usually finish by 10. Recently, after finishing his jog thru the park, he stopped at a park bench, near the northeast entrance to the park, to retie his shoe. He decided to sit, and rest for a few minutes.

 While sitting on the bench, his eye happened to catch a glimpse of movement in a 2nd story window of a row-house across the street from the park. It was one of those older 2-story houses; narrow, and extending farther back toward an alley. When he continued to watch, somewhat furtively, he saw a woman moving in the room thru the tall window.

 She stopped; she seemed to be looking out toward the park, but not directly at Dean. To his astonishment, the very pretty young girl was wearing some sort of revealing sleepwear.

 Now he was enthralled . She looked to be in her late 20's or early 30's, dark hair rushing down in waves to just past her shoulders, dark eyes, and a very pretty face. After a couple of minutes , she was gone from view; Dean wondered who she might be, and did she always walk by a window where the public could easily see her like that?

 The next Thursday, as he began his ritual jog, he remembered the woman in the window, and hoped she might make a return appearence again today. When he got to the bench again, at the end of the park, he paused to rest.

 Damn!!....There she was again! This time she was wearing a pink babydoll outfit, that was incredibly sheer. She was standing in plain sight thru the high, but narrow window. Dean could see her, from her knees to above her head.

 This time she seemed to be staring at Dean. Her smoldering eyes seemed to be boring into him. Dean was captivated. " Could she really be looking at me?" he thought.

He looked up at her, smiled...and then was absolutely stunned when she reached up and swiftly removed the babydoll outfit. She was standing naked....staring at Dean , down in the park below.

 He could observe that she had large round full breasts: a slim waist, and a dark trimmed "landing-strip" above her naked pussy. In short, she was an angel; and he really thought he might just be hallucinating; but , of course, he wasn't.

 Dean didn't know whether to go to the door, and try to talk to her; maybe wave a greeting; maybe smile again and see if she would return the smile....or what!!

 While he was trying to make up his mind about what to do.....she mysteriously left his view; just like last week.

 The next week, Dean decided to forego the jog, hoping to spot this heavenly vision of loveliness...yes and sexiness, again about 10 am. He walked directly to his favorite bench in the park, and waited.

 There she was again! This time totally nude.He didn't wait this time; he waved politely and smiled his best smile ever. She returned the smile, wistfully, then to his great surprise, she beckoned him to come over to her door; and indicated that she would meet him there.

 He quietly knocked on the door, and within a few seconds, he could hear light footsteps. She opened the door,wearing the sheer pink babydoll he had seen her wear previously; and he noticed the smile she had upstairs was now replaced by a serious look on her face.

 She quietly said, "Hello, my name is Lani, would you care to come in?" Dean responded, "Yes, I would....I'm Dean."

 As he stared at Lani, like a flustered schoolboy, he couldn't help but think, "She looks just like a very young version of the movie star Sophia Loren." 

 The next thing he noticed about her was the intoxicating fragrance; Lani smelled strongly of coconut lotion...Dean LUVED the smell of coconuts!! His cock now jumped perceptably in his pants.

She seemed to be a bit younger that Dean (he was 32), had magnificent full tits ,(probably a full c-cup) and very juicy ass. Her legs were taut, slightly athletic looking.When he followed her upstairs, her ass swayed seductively, and he smelled the coconut lotion deeply. 

 By the time Dean reached the top of the stairs with Lani, his cock was well past half-staff....and expanding more and more with each step he took. They entered the front bedroom, where the window was he had seen her by, and she asked him to sit down on the edge of the bed.

 " First of all, I don't want you to think that I have ever had a man come into this house from the park, or anywhere else, like this." she stated." I have been noticing you at that park bench at the same time each Thursday for the past few weeks; I think you are handsome, and I wanted to get to know you." she honestly said.

Dean had never really thought of himself as handsome; he was 6 feet tall, about 160 pounds. Lani was captivated by his hazel eyes, and his curly brown hair. He also had a sexy dimple in the middle of his chin.

 Lani felt his eyes boring into her breasts, making her nipples clinch into taut pink nubbins, she was also beginning to feel moisture, down in her nether region. They were each searching the other with their eyes, and their thoughts.

For a brief moment, there was silence....only their eyes were communicating with each other; and the messages they were sending was unmistakable. These two adults, who had just met, both felt a fiery hunger to possess one another. 

 Dean, without waiting for an invitation, leaned into Lani, and softly kissed her full red lips; as he pulled her firmly, not roughly, into him. She met his kiss with her arms around his neck...moaning slightly. As the kiss ended, Lani smiled and said, "mmmm....That was nice." Dean then kissed her again, this time parting her lips with his tongue, and tentatively snaked it into her succulent, moist mouth. Their tongues danced and played with each other , their passion was rising.

 Lani then laid back on the bed, and with a very inviting smile, whispered.."I want you....I want you...Now!" Dean began kissing her in earnest at those words, her neck, her ear lobes, and of course her open mouth. After a few minutes of kissing, they both helped each other remove their clothes, an easier task for him, more involvement, for Lani to get his clothes off.

 After they were naked, Dean began fondling, sucking, and licking her heaving, full tits. She groaned with pleasure when his teeth lightly bit into her hot stiff nipples.

She was loving what he was doing to her mammaries. Dean spent several minutes providing his "tongue magic" to her soft mounds of tit-flesh.

 Then he began to kiss lower...down her stomach, tongueing her navel for a minute, before sliding his oral digit thru her "landing-strip" to the top of her slick, wet, hot, pussy.

 He began to slowly lick, up and down and along her pussy-lips; as he did this, she was gently moving her hips up to meet his tongue....and , at the same time, trying to keep still so he wouldn't lose contact with his pussy licker on her lips and clit. 

 He moved a finger into her love tunnel....then a 2nd finger.....sliding in and out, at first slowly, then more rapidly, stretching her cunt open. Her love juices were flowing freely, now, bathing his tongue with the nectar of her sweet orifice. As he began to circle her clit more with the flat part of his tongue, Dean could feel her excitement building. 

 She began to mewl, and gyrate her hips...."Unnnngggghhh....Arrrrgggghhh"....He knew she was getting close to an orgasm; but he didn't know the level of her approaching cum. Lani urged him on, " Lick me harder, please.....Please.....Harder.....mmmmm..Yess!!....Thats it, lick it, suck my cunt..."

 One last long lick on her slickened clit, put her over the edge...." Oh god...YeSSSS!!!.....Oh god...OH GOD.....I'MMMMM....Yesssss....I'm Cummmmiiinnngggg!!" Lani arched her back...lifting her ass, his face, her sopping cunt up off the bed...."Wow!!!....WoW!!!, she gasped..."That was intense." she breathed.

 It was, in fact, one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.

 After a few moments, to catch her breath, she pulled Dean up to her face, and kissed him deeply;...tasting herself on his lips.The tang of her cum tasted sweet and pungent.

Both of them laid there motionless except for some soft, gentle caressing....soaking in the glow of passion. "You taste wonderful, Honey." said Dean. He smiled at her, and kissed her softly. "Thank you...thank you for standing in front of your window over there."

 Lani smiled wistfully, and gently replied, "I'm so glad you finally noticed me, I have been watching you and fantasizing about you for a month." 

 He could feel his member begin to stiffen, with her sweet playful words. "I think its time to explore each other some more," he grinned.

 Lani giggled a bit and said, " I'm game for more." With that, she reached down to feel his dick, and began to pump his slick cock with her hand, his pre-cum began to slicken it so that she could work his hard-on up even faster.

 Dean moaned into her mouth as they "frenched", letting her know he was ready. He then moved in between her legs as he, at the same time got some tit-licks in. She was ready to be fucked!! He was ready to fuck!

 Her pussy was still soaking wet from his earlier oral ministrations, so he easily slid his cock into her pussy. Slowly entering her wet channel. She mewled with lust.

 As he got into her love-tunnel to the hilt, he rested there; giving her cunt time to adjust to his moderate girth.His 7 inch cock was balls deep. He then , after a few minutes, began to piston his prick into her gaping snatch with ever increasing speed.

 As he pumped his rod into her, Lani was in another world, her eyes darted from side to side. Lani was building into another orgasm quickly, but she wanted him to get there with her. They fucked rhythmically for several minutes, learning the correct pace. They were screwing for total pleasure, not at a speed to finish.

 Dean pumped his cock harder, deeper, faster.....feeling his nuts begin to squeeze; knowing the were about to explode into her hot ,wet, pulsating gash. She felt it first...

 "Unnnngggghhhhh"....She was cummming!!.....Her pussy clinched, her muscles were sucking his cock into a monster cum....She wanted his seed....NOW!!! Dean felt his balls blast..." I'm cummming, Baby" he gasped.

 Both of them were coming so hard, they couln't hear the other. She was in devine heaven....funny thing was....So was he.!!

 As they both came down from their mind-blowing climaxes, Dean flopped next to her on the bed. Both lovers totally satiated. Both in ecstasy. They kissed for several peaceful happy moments. They made love with each others eyes; both in bliss.

After a few moments of gentle caresses, and soft words of endearment....Lani knew it was time for a big surprise, and shock for Dean.....She didn't want to scare him....she didn't want to hurt him....But;, she had to do what she had to do...

"It's time to put your pants back on, Lover." She softly whispered. Dean said, "Why??....we have all day." "No, we don't," Lani replied.

"I don't understand....didn't you like the sex?" he asked.

"It was wonderful...I want more from you sometime....but first, you need to go meet my husband." She matter-of-factly said.

" YOUR HUSBAND!!!???" Dean screamed. "I knew it....I fucking KNEW it....this is one of those fucking blackmail schemes....isn't it???" he demanded!! Does he have hidden cameras in here...where are they??

 "Of course not!!...Honey, she told him..." come with me....this will all be axplained in a minute."

 "Like hell it will!!" He stormed. Lani explained, " Dean, trust me on this...we aren't going to blackmail you, were aren't going to hurt you in any way....in fact...I'm a bit hurt that you would accuse me of that!" she put in. "I really like you....and I want us to have sex many more times....now lets go talk to Richard."

Dean was NOT very happy..."Where IS Richard?" he asked sarcastically. Is he watching us on a tv monitor right now??"

 "He is in the next bedroom, " Lani calmly replied..."Come on."

 Lani put her pink babydoll outfit back on.

 Dean put his pants and shirt on, and followed Lani to the back bedroom, it was 25 feet down the hall.

 When they entered the bedroom Dean saw a sight he never expected. An older man (he must have been about 65) was lying in a hospital bed; tubes running into and out of his ravaged body.

 Richard was conscious, as Lani went over to him and whispered to him for a few minutes. When she was done speaking to her husband, she motioned Dean to come over to Richard. Dean did.

 Richard wore a small oxygen mask, and looked tired. Richard asked Lani to leave the two of them alone, so they could talk. Lani said she would be downstairs, and left the room.

 When she was gone, Richard looked at Dean and said, " I heard you 2 in there a few minutes ago....you were fucking my wife."

 Dean quickly responded, "Look, Richard, I'm very sorry....I didn't know that Lani was married....and I certainly didn't know that her husband was listening to us. I would never have had sex with her, if I knew she was married!!!" 

 "I'm very sorry ,about all this, Richard; I didn't KNOW!!!" Richard calmly said thru his mask, "Its OKAY....Dean. Really....its OK."

 "Look....here's the situation, Dean....I love my wife...I love Lani more than life itself....I found out 3 months ago, that I only have a few months to live...I won't go into the details of my illness...BUT, It has made me totally and permanently impotent. I have been unable to have sex for several months now."

 " I can't give Lani what she needs...not as far as sex goes anyway." Richard began to cry, with silent tears running from his eyes. He was pitiful...and frustrated.

 " Recently, Lani and I talked this over....she said she would go without sex, if I couldn't make love. I told her NONSENSE!! Richard explained. " I love her, and want her to have her needs met...ALL of her needs!!

 We finally came to an agreement...If she could find a good man, a kind man, and one who would satisfy her carnal needs...I would be more than happy to accommodate this arrangement.

Dean...would YOU be willing to be that man??"

Richard asked. "I know its a bit unconventional, and I would understand if you declined..but man to man...I'm asking you to do this....for the BOTH of us."

 " I want Lani to be happy...it would help make my final days more complete, knowing my dear sweet wife is being satisfied."

 "AND......if it will make any difference to you...I am not a super-rich man.....but, I am wealthy.....Lets say...each Thursday.....3 hrs each day....would you please accept $500 per week....I want to show you my gratitude."

 Dean exclaimed, " Richard, you wouldn't have to pay me money....Lani is sexy and cute, and wonderful in bed; that is all the "pay" I would expect."

 Richard patiently explained, "Dean...this is MY arrangement...and there are only 3 rules....Rule ##1 The ONLY way you are going to see Lani again...is if you accept the money..$500 per week; ##2 You must never hurt Lani, all sex must be consensual by her....and ##3 When you have your weekly visits....she MUST climax more times thatn you do...afterall, this arrangement is mainly for HER benefit, not yours; although, you will certainly get benefits....if you get my drift??" That means if you cum once she must come at least twice...etc...etc...

 Dean gulped, and tried to comprehend this arrangement....get paid $$....don't hurt Lani....and she has to cum more than I do each visit....hhhmmmmm....

 "Well, Dean....whats it gonna be??...are you in .. or does she have to go out and find someone else??" Richard asked bluntly.

 Dean thought about it for a few minutes...but what he mostly thought about was Lani's soft smooth skin; her delicious tits, with the hard nipples, and her wet, steaming pussy wrapped around his dick...."OKAY...I'll do it ...for you, Richard....but mostly for Lani."

 Richard smiled..this made him happy. "Would you please call Lani back up here, Dean??" he asked.

 Dean called Lani back into her husband's room.

"Honey, it's all arranged. You may enjoy Dean's company every Thursday at 10 am...if at any time you wish to cancel this arrangement, just let me know." Richard told his beloved sexy wife.

Lani was grinning....first at Richard...then at Dean. "Wonderful!!" she exclaimed. Lani came around the bed, and kissed Richard on the cheek; she also got an envelope from his bedstand.

 Richard said to Dean.." I'm getting tired; here is your 1st payment I hope to HEAR you back here next week."

 Dean could have sworn, but it was hard to tell thru the oxygen mask, but Dean thought he saw Richard wink. The old guy still had a sense of humor.

Lani walked him downstairs to the door. "I am SOOO glad you are coming back, Lover. I really like you....and LUV the orgasms...you are really quite talented, Dean. With that, he pulled her close and kissed her passionately. Four hands became busy, carressing,fondling each other; he ended the kiss, and started to kiss her face, her neck, and down to her tits. Pulling the top of her babydoll down, he kissed and sucked her nipples; they were as stiff as corks. Lani moaned...mmmmm; as she groped hid rising cock. By the way she whispered "You followed the rule today about me having more orgasms than you...without even knowing it was a rule." Dean smiled, "Yeah, I guess I did."

 Dean blushed and thanked Lani....for everything. As he started across the street to the park, he glanced back at her bedroom window....Ah YES...the window....where this all started!!



The Window



She felt restless and tired. Exams were coming up and Sophie couldn't seem to concentrate. Her tiny apartment felt like it was closing in on her. She was studying for her finals, and needed to take a break. She decided to grab a glass of wine and have a bubble bath. She left her book lying open on her cluttered desk, and went into the small washroom to start the water running. 

Walking into her equally small bedroom she started to undress, not that she was wearing much anyway. She loved being able to walk around without a care. She had finished undressing, and was standing naked in front of her mirror, looking at her body. Her long dark hair fell heavy on her neck so she drew it up in a ponytail high on her head. She let her hands fall onto her small but firm beast. She loved how her nipples got hard at the slightest contact. Sophie also loved how wet she got as soon as her nipples got hard. Her hand trailed down her tight stomach to cup her very wet pussy. She felt weak in the knees at the sensations going through her. 

She fell out of her trance like state in time to turn off the water that was filling her tub. She filled her wine glass, lit a few candles around the room, and sank into the warm water.  She began to relax instantly as the water, and bubbles took her tension away. She let her hand trail to her pussy again, this time pushing two fingers into her hole. She let her thumb rub her clit as her fingers pumped harder, and harder. Her wine glass crashed to the floor as the first wave of orgasm hit her. She grabbed her nipple, and pinched, and squeezed it as her orgasm ripped through, taking all her tension further, and further away. She leaned back, and let her arms relax beside her, enjoying the warmth of the water on her skin.

As she calmed she knew what she wanted to do next. She had noticed the other day that a new neighbour had moved in across the street. She has seen him a couple of weeks ago moving boxes into the apartment building. He seemed like your typical tall, buff, and blond Adonis. Just thinking about him made her wet again, and she hadn't even gotten out of the tub yet. 

She lifted herself out of the tub and dried off. She felt so much more relaxed. 

Sophie went into her room, and got her favourite toys out of their drawer. She headed to her favourite chair, and pulled it up in front of her picture window. She opened her blinds. The sun was just setting, casting a slight glow over the neighbourhood. She turned on the lamp beside her chair. She got comfortable in her chair, and spread her legs wide open. Leaning back she arched her back a bit to give any passerby a good view. She couldn't believe she was finally doing this. She has dreamed and fantasized about it for a while now, she just hoped she would get an audience like in her dreams, a very special audience.

She let her finger linger in her mouth before she let it slide down her neck. She let her fingers trace around her very erect nipple. She gripped her nipple between her thumb & finger rolling it, pinching it, and pulling it. A flash of light catches Sophie's eye. She looks across the street to see her neighbour sitting in his chair with a lamp on, and a very visible bulge in his pants. He sends her a nod of encouragement to proceed. She is ecstatic to see him there making her body feel as though it was on fire. She brought her hand down to her very excited pussy. She dipped a finer into her wet hold, and brought it up to her mouth. She loved tasting herself. She put her finger back to her pussy, and started pumping with two fingers, then three. Sophie loved feeling full. She looked across the way, and noticed her neighbour had started to rub his ever growing bulge. She took this as a cue, and removed her fingers from her pussy. She reached over and grabbed her large blue dildo. She started out by putting it in her mouth, and let her tongue lather it up really well. In no time at all she was fucking her mouth with her play dick, her fingers back into her pussy, pumping hard. Her thumb finding her clit rubbing vigorously. 

She wanted the dildo in her pussy. She put her leg over the arm of the chair, and looked over at her neighbour. He had his hard cock in his hand now, and was stroking pretty good. She was getting more turned on now. From where she was seated she could see how large his massive cock was. With her leg over her chair her pussy was nice, and open.  Just to be sure he had a good view she used her other hand to spread her lips wide. She placed her dildo at her opening, and slowly worked it in. She just loved the way it filled her.  She went from squeezing her tits to rubbing her clit faster, and faster. She was really fucking herself good with her dildo, harder and faster with each thrust. She was giving her clit a good workout as her thumb kept rubbing it with each deep thrust.

She took a look across the way, and noticed her partner in passion was stroking his cock nice, and quick. Good long strokes, squeezing the tip of his cock with every tug. He was also cupping, and playing with his balls. Sophie could tell that he was very close to his climax, and the pressure was building.....he was going to cum very soon, making her want more.

Sophie continued pumping her cunt, raising her hips only to ram herself with her dildo. Fuck yes! She was going to cum soon too. She took her dildo out of her pussy, and licked all her juice off of it. She tasted so good. Her neighbour was enjoying the sight of her licking her dildo as his hand seemed to move like lightening over his cock. Sophie grabbed a vibrator, held it on her clit, and turned it on high, while she pumped her pussy with three fingers. It felt so good. Faster, and faster her fingers, his hand, their eyes met across the way, and at the same time, they started to cum. She felt her pussy tighten on her fingers as she watched his cum shoot out of his cock, while he kept pumping. His pumping slowed until all his cum was drained. He kept watching her as she continued to convulse on her chair. 

Once Sophie has calmed enough, and the shuddering stopped, she stood up from her chair, and blew her neighbour a kiss. Her neighbour blew a kiss back, and turned off his lamp shutting himself in darkness.

She smiled to herself as she closed her blinds. She couldn't believe she has just showed off to a complete stranger, but it was one of the best orgasms she had ever had. 

She cleaned herself up a bit, put her toys away, and sat back down at her desk, and continued to study.



The Window



Vicki pulled the curtains wide open to welcome in the morning sun, feeling the breeze caress her bare skin. She stood in front of the window for a few moments, enjoying the warm beams of light mixing with the breeze. It was her favorite thing to do on sunny mornings, though finding a place that would tolerate the occasional glimpse of a nude woman in a window had been a chore. When they'd found a place where the neighbors were one of the local fraternities, there had been no doubt in her mind if she wanted to live there.

She gave a wave to Ron, one of her regular fans then turned to head through the rest of the house and let in the fresh air. After being cooped up due to winter, she always looking forwards to the first warm enough day to spend with the windows open and not freeze her nude rear off. When the windows were finally all open, she wandered back to the master bedroom to flop on the bed and pick up the latest novel by her favorite author. 

By early afternoon she was flicking along her local nudist resorts website and checking out the upcoming events, particularly opening weekend. She and her husband, Rob, hadn't missed an opening weekend in ten years this year and she wasn't about to let that streak get broken. A flash of light caught her attention and she smiled, peeking over the top of her laptop. The light was coming off a mirror in one of the boys' rooms, hung on the back of the door. As she peeked over, Steve waved back at her and gestured as if to ask 'Today a good day?'

Down went the laptop lid and she gave him a quick thumbs up so he had time to get ready while she did. Steve was another regular, at least once a week they helped fulfill each other's love of exhibition and playing at voyeur. Rob knew about her activities with the neighboring college kids and while he didn't encourage it, he saw little issues with her showing off. The fact that she was normally hornier on days that she'd shown off and occasionally he got a glimpse of a female coed seemed to placate any worries he might have. Out of the nightstand she pulled her favorite vibrating dildo and a bottle of lube, working a layer of the lube onto the latex toy. When she looked up Steve was already settled onto his bed, slowly stroking his hand over his cock. 

She returned the view, spreading her legs wide and slowly working the dildo within her waiting pussy. They watched each other, reveling in the show each was putting on for the other, him stroking that hard, young cock of his and her playing with a thick dildo in her snatch. Vicki was never sure which it was that brought her into orgasm, the dildo, the exhibitionism, or being a voyeur. Whichever it was though, never failed to bring her to a screaming orgasm and when she looked up at Steve, with satisfaction she could see his hand and cock coated in a layer of cum. 

A satisfied noise came from her at the sight, and she proceeded to remove the dildo then head to the bathroom to clean herself and the toy. Once her shower was over and the toy cleaned up, Vicki wandered down to the living room and plopped on the couch to check out the news and wait for Rob to get home. Tonight was Friday night and he'd told her that he had something planned for tonight, but had of course kept the details from her. Instead he had left instructions for her to dress in comfortable clothes that would be easy to take off and to prepare a light dinner for them. 

Ron had a permanent grin plastered to his face as he drove home, thoughts of his plans for the evening repeatedly playing through his head. He'd heard word of a new activity in the area that sounded right up their alley and had decided it was time for them to check it out. The sport was supposed to be some import from Britain, or so he was told. The website had called it dogging, for what reason he wasn't sure but it was an interesting name none the less. Considering her occasional game with the college kids in the next building over, he was sure it was going to be an interesting night. 

After the light dinner, they waited for the sun to start setting then headed out along the directions Ron had gotten online. The path took them down a road into the national forest, past the few houses on the outskirts of the forest, and far enough in that the pavement turned into a gravel road. Just as they were beginning to become worried about getting lost, the forest gave way to a field and gravel parking area. A few faces looked up at the newcomers and when they parked, the attention returned to the car with the interior lit up. 

Ron explained to her that the idea was the occupants of the car put on a show for anyone who cared to watch. The show could be anything the occupants wished, from masturbation to sex and occasionally there was audience participation if the occupants desired. 

As he was explaining this, she was watching a young man stick his cock through the passenger window of the lit vehicle and spray the female with his load of cum. Vicki wiggled in her seat at the sight, feeling her pussy instantly go damp at the idea of being sprayed with a random strangers cum while she put on a show. She glanced up at the feeling of someone touching her shoulder and saw Ron smiling at her.

"Well looks like you're down for the idea. Just flick on the dome light when you're ready for some attention of your own. I'm thinking of wandering around and checking things out, you know my voyeur side." He grinned, watching as she just nodded a bit, still watching the scene across from them. Ron slipped out of the car, quietly shutting the door behind him and wandered across the field to the glow of another car. 

When the show across the parking area ended and the dome light went out, Vicki leaned back in the seat and grinned. She watched as the previous entertainment made their way out of the field and a few new cars came to replace those who had already spent their loads. As visions of heavy, cum filled balls danced in her head, she slipped off the soaked panties she'd worn and slipped her shoulders out of the sundress. For a second she hesitated, looking up at the dome light while shivering with anticipation, then reached up and flicked the light on. 

At first she just played with her chest, gently squeezing, pinching, and pulling upon her nipples. It was taking a little longer than she'd hoped for people to appear and when they did it was a slow trickle in. It seemed to her that the first couple of men were basically scouts to check out the new vehicle, and when they realized the occupant was a topless woman there were a couple of hand waves. When the first man unzipped his jeans to pull out his cock she smiled, feeling accepted. 

In response to the men, Vicki hiked up the bottom of her dress and spread her legs, one foot resting upon the driver's side dashboard. Fingers wandered down to caress her damp slit while her eyes remained fixated on the show of cocks. She watched different sizes, colors, and shapes being stroked mere inches from her, their erections caused by her show. The mere idea of it was intoxicating and led her to quickly finger herself to several orgasms. 

As she got through the fog of her orgasms, Vicki realized that she hadn't been hit by any cum even though several of the men had changed out. When she noticed several drops of cum seeming to be suspended in mid-air, it finally dawned on her that she hadn't rolled down the window. Face flushing with blood, she quickly hit the window down button and was greeted with the scent of men's colognes. "Well...that's much better, wouldn't you say boys?" 

Vicki grinned as she sat up in the seat and leaned up to the window, "I'm sorry about that, first time jitters." A wide smile was flashed, "Feel free to touch and of course to cum on me. And to make up for the window incident, let me give you fellas a little hand." As she finished the comment, she leaned forwards to take the nearest cock in her mouth, swallowing him into her throat in one smooth motion. Her hands each cupped a pair of balls in them and gently began to fondle while she felt multiple hands reach in to caress her chest. 

She swallowed down the first load offered to her mouth and within moments had her mouth filled with a thick cock again. Eyes closed as she focused on the sensations of touch and sound, listening to all of the men groaning around her and the feeling of cocks in her mouth and hands. It was without a doubt a wonderful feeling, one she hoped that she'd get to regularly experience. 

Vicki sucked and stroked through a number of men before the crowd finally thinned out and the last man gave her a thick load. After watching him walk away, she stepped out of the car and stretched out, feeling her back pop in several places while looking over and seeing the first loads of cum dripping down the side of the door. For a second she chewed on her lower lip, wondering just how slutty she was feeling. Decided it was quite slutty, down to her knees she sunk and began to play with the cum, drawing designs in the door. 

As she was drawing designs, she felt a hand come up and gently cup her pussy, finger slipping right into her. Instinctively she ground back against the hand, letting out a soft groan when she felt it slip out of her. The groan was shortly turned into a moan as the hand was replaced with a thick cock, parting her pussy lips and slipping up to the hilt within her. Large hands took her ass in their palms, fingers digging into her as the owner of the cock plowed her tight hole. 

Her head went down on her hands as she pushed up against the pounding she was getting. Being fucked in the open air for anyone to see was the highlight of her night, and she reveled in every second of it until she felt the man deposit his warm load within her. When he withdrew from her, Vicki turned around to see her mysterious lover and grinned when she saw Steve smiling back at her. "Mmmm come here often?" she asked, hopefully.

"We've been regulars now for the last month, it makes a nice change of pace," Steve replied. "I think your husband was the benefactor of a blowjob from my girl so I figured you wouldn't mind and it seems I was right. Maybe next time we should do that first and let the guys blow all over your bare back, how does that sound?"

"It's a deal! But uh, I think it's time for me to collect my husband and head on home. Seems just about everyone else is headed that way." She rose up from her position, grabbed the discarded dress, and proceeded to start cleaning some of the cum off of her skin.

"Yeah they usually start clearing out by now. I'll see you in a week then." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and headed off to his car while Vicki found her seat again and sunk in. By the time that Rob got back to the car, she was already fast asleep, dreaming of the next week.



The Window



Dina is a very beautiful, very sexy and very sexual woman, and she knows it. She knows what she likes, she knows how to turn him on, and she knows how to turn herself on. She loves dressing up and walking around her house. The act of dressing up and seeing how beautiful she looked turned her on, and always ended with her sprawled out naked somewhere in her house bringing herself to orgasm.

Dina also loved to walk around topless, in lingerie and even fully naked. The backyard of Dina's house opened onto a large and open area. There were probably 20 other houses around the park like setting, all of which could see each other. Her house had a lot of large windows and glass doors in the rear that, and Dina would often stand by them, wondering who could see her, hoping someone was watching and not caring who saw her. She often stands there, topless or naked, and touches herself. She'd massage her beautiful breasts, playing with her nipples, her fingers eventually finding their way to the soft wet folds of her pussy.

But she could never finish there. Something always spooked her, usually something in her mind.

They'd discussed her desires in the past, and he'd decided, without telling her, that her fantasy was going to come true.

He loved making her fantasies come true, because he loved her, and wanted her to be happy and fulfilled in as many aspects of her life as he could.

Their meeting for the morning was arranged. What was going to happen was not. They both knew that they would play it by ear, but Dina decided to stack the deck in her favor.

Dina decided to dress to turn them both on. She put on a white blouse with no bra, leaving enough buttons open that he would get a great look at her tits. She wore a black pencil skirt that showed off her beautiful ass and legs. On her feet she wore black patent leather pumps with a four-inch heel that made her calves look great. Naturally, she wore no panties. Her dark hair was pulled back in a bun, so her smooth neck and collarbones were visible. He loved kissing her there, and she wanted that today.

Putting on this sexy outfit, seeing how she looked and anticipating his reaction all turned her on so much that she could literally feel her pussy dripping. She positioned herself by a large set of glass doors overlooking her patio and backyard and left her door slightly open so that he could walk in and find her there.

He walked into her house, and saw her by the door. She took his breath away. He stood there for a minute, just taking her in, taking in the scene she set up for him. His cock grew, immediately.

She knew he was watching her, and that triggered her fantasy. She let out a low moan.

He walked up to her, and put his hands around her waist.

"Hello beautiful. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." she responded.

He immediately leaned forward and inhaled her scent. He loved the way she smelled. It held so many good thoughts and memories for him.

She leaned her head to the side, signaling that she wanted her neck kissed, and he gladly kissed her, kissing up and down her neck, gently sucking her earlobe. As he did so, he began to run his hands along her torso, just feeling her.

As he did so, Dina slid her hand around her back and felt his hard cock. She was rewarded with a happy moan.

Dina turned her head so they could kiss, and they did, softly, deeply and passionately. She began turning her body so they could face each other, but he held her the way she was.

"No", he said. "Stay the way you are. Today your fantasy comes true. Today you cum by the window. Today WE show you to the world."

Dina hoped he was right; she hoped her mind didn't get in the way. "Alright" she responded.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"I trust you. I trust you completely" she answered.

"Will you listen to me? Will you do what I say? Will you let me help you cum?"

"Yes."

He kept kissing her neck and running his hands from her knees to her shoulders, across her breasts, gently feeling her nipples, and loving how they responded to his touch.

"Show them your tits. Unbutton your shirt, leaving the bottom three buttons closed."

He knew that Dina had a "thing" about her stomach. He disagreed, but he wanted her to be comfortable.

She began unbuttoning her blouse, and he took the opportunity to watch her perfect breasts come into view.

When she'd unbuttoned, she pulled each side of the blouse open, exposing her tits.

"Put your hands behind your back."

Dina did, and he slowly slid her blouse down. When the sleeves were by her elbows, her gripped her wrists with his left hand and arched her back slightly.

He ran his fingers around her nipples, pulling on them gently.

He whispered in her ear "Everyone can see you. Everyone is looking at your tits, they're watching me play with you and they're all getting turned on."

Dina moaned. He looked down at her breasts, and saw the goose bumps rising, the tiny hairs on her skin standing up.

He released her hands, slid the sleeves off, left the shirt bunched around her middle.

"Rub your tits. Rub them the way you do when you're alone. Rub them the way you do when you want them to see you, to get turned on by you."

Dina slid her hands up and began running the tips around her breasts, dragging her nails across her nipples, pulling them out. She gave them a hard tug, the way she liked and her pussy contracted. She could really feel her wetness now.

He inhaled deeply and said, "I can smell your pussy. You're so turned on. I love it." Dina smiled. 

"Are you ready for more?", he asked.

"Yes."

"Unzip your skirt, drop if and step out of it."

She did, and was soon wearing nothing but a pair of heels. She was naked in front of a huge piece of glass with a man hugging her from behind. She loved it, but she wasn't sure her mind wouldn't get in the way again.

"Do you want to touch your pussy?"

"Yes."

"The do it. Rub your pussy. Rub it for you, rub it for me and rub it for them."

Dina ran her hands down her body and slid her middle finger through her slit, which was already open for her. She spread her lips with her index and ring fingers and rubbed her clit firmly. He watched her reflection in the glass and decided to help.

His left hand joined her right and together they played with her pussy, his finger sliding inside her while she rubbed her clit. His right arm still holding her firmly and lovingly. Dina leaned back into his body and laid her head on his shoulder, and masturbated for all of her neighbors to see.

As she rubbed herself, he whispered in her ear "I brought you a gift. Would you like it?"

"Yes."

He backed away a bit and she heard him open a box. Soon she felt a silk scarf sliding around her body. He held it up for her to look at. She loved it, but wasn't sure why he was giving it to her now.

"Do you know what this is for? This is for you, for your mind. It's for you to not worry about what's out there, so you can focus on what you're doing, so you can let your fantasy run wild."

Dina laughed. "I don't know, I have some pretty wild fantasies."

"Good. Enjoy them now." As he spoke, he slid the scarf around her eyes, tying it tightly under her bun. Everything went black, but the feel of the silk was amazing.

Dina kept rubbing herself, and she found that without seeing everything, without worrying, she could rally focus on her exhibitionist fantasy, and felt herself getting closer to orgasm.

Moments later, she was shocked when he stopped her.

She heard noises of chairs being moved, and he sat Dina down. He stood in front of her, and lifted her right leg and hooked the heel under the seat of another chair. Then he did the same for the left. He put his hands behind her, sliding her forward on the chair.

"I know this is how you masturbate in bed, and I want you to be comfortable. Are you?"

Truthfully, she was, but still felt a little exposed, and told him so.

"Right now, I'm right in front of you. No one can see you directly, but they know what is going on. They know, for example, that I'm doing this."

And he slid his middle finger about an inch into her pussy, delighting in her wetness. He loved the way her inner lips opened, and how they felt to his fingers. 

Dina arched her head back and sighed.

Dina continued to rub her clit while he played with the entrance to her pussy. Soon he put another finger inside her, opening her further, sliding his fingers gently in and out of her pussy.

Dina started to rub faster and faster, pushing down harder on her clit as she felt her orgasm coming.

He leaned forward, leaving his fingers inside of her opening and whispered in her ear "Come. You can do it. Let it happen. I want to feel your come on my fingers."

As he spoke, he leaned the weight of his body onto hers, holding their hands tightly against her pussy.

As Dina started to convulse, he briefly kissed her on her beautiful soft lips, pushing her over the edge. She came, the orgasm causing her to tense up. As she came, he quickly slid his fingers deep inside her pussy, twisting them, adding to the sensation of her orgasm.

As she came, she felt his weight slowly being lifted off of her body, and sensed him moving around to her right side. His fingers never left the velvety soft warm wetness of her pussy.

As he stood next to her, he curled the tips of his fingers up and stared pressing on her g-spot, and slid his fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Take a break" he said, "I'll take care of the next one."

Dina took her hand away from her pussy, and as she did, he saw how wet her fingers were.

He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking gently and thoroughly on each finger, loving the taste of her pussy. He took each finger fully in her mouth, and licked to the tip of each manicured nail. Dina loved the feeling, and she loved having him taste her pussy that way. She thought it was so hot.

He kept manipulating her g-spot, and Dina felt another orgasm building. She loved the feeling, and realized it felt different somehow. Dina could easily make herself cum, but had never had a g-spot orgasm. She gave in to the feeling, and soon, wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her body.

Dina felt spent. She had two massive orgasms in a place she'd always wanted to.

She sat, contented, and enjoyed the blissful after effects. Soon she felt his fingers slowly withdraw from her pussy, and then felt him rubbing up and down her body.

She pictured herself, spread eagle, basically naked in front of the window. Dina had watched enough porn of similar situations to know what she liked, and knew how hot she must look. She only hoped that someone had seen her.

Dina felt him turning her head towards him, and as she did, she realized that he'd opened his pants and that his rock hard cock was by her mouth.

Needing no further encouragement, Dina took him inside her mouth. She brought her left hand up and put it around his back, pulling him deeply indie her. She took him all of the way in her mouth, expertly using her lips, muscles and tongue to make him feel amazing.

He loved Dina sucking his cock. Truthfully, he'd never been a huge fan of blowjobs, but he realized that he only been on the receiving end from women who either didn't want to give one, or weren't very good at it.

That all stopped with Dina. She was not only fantastic at sucking is cock, she was eager to do it. She waned to give him pleasure the way he wanted to give her pleasure.

As she sucked his cock, Dina heard his camera going off, and realized she'd heard it before as well.

She smiled to herself. They loved taking pictures of each other and of them themselves and sharing with each other. Dina was particularly proud of a short video she's made for him of her coming from a combination of her rubbing her clit and sliding a vibrator up her ass. She decided to take him all of the way in again so he'd have a good shot.

Dina's expertise soon began having the intended effect, and he felt an orgasm building deep within him. However, didn't want to cum yet, so he pulled out of her mouth.

He leaned down and kissed her, deeply and passionately, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. Dina felt his hands running across her body, back and forth between her tits, across her legs, behind her knees and eventually back to her pussy.

He stood up again, and knelt between Dina's legs. As much as Dina loved sucking his cock, he loved eating her pussy. Dina had a perfect pussy, and it was so responsive to being played with.

He slid the tip of his tongue across her clit, and flicked it. Dina loved the feeling. He began to lick her entire slit up and down, licking and sucking on each lip individually, paying attention to her whole pussy. He slid his tongue as deep as he could inside her, and fucked her with his tongue. As he did so, he made circles around and ran his thumb firmly across her clit. Dina was lost on the feeling.

Soon he moved back to her clit and sucked it into his mouth, tugging on it. As he tugged on it, he curled his tongue and slid it across her clit like a sleeve, darting it back and forth.

Dina came again and again from his mouth. She loved having her pussy eaten and the fact that he loved eating it only heightened her pleasure.

Her body felt like it was convulsing with orgasms.

As the orgasms were slowing down, Dina felt herself being stood up, and then felt herself seated on the edge oh her table, his naked body pressed up against hers. She felt his cock nestling between the inviting lips of her pussy, making it slippery with her juices.

He leaned forward, kissed her and whispered in her ear "We're going to fuck now, in front of the window. Are you ready?"

Dina nodded and said, "Yes. Fuck me now. Fuck me right here."

He positioned his cock at her pussy and slid it inside her, taking his time. When he was fully inside her, he held it for a moment.

"Best feeling in the world" he said, and began to fuck her slowly, pulling all of the way out and sliding all of the way back in.

He began increasing his speed and put his arm behind her, pulling them tightly together as his hips thrust into her.

The combination was enough to bring them both to the edge. He whispered in her ear "I'm ready. Are you? Do you want to come with me?"

Dina answered loudly and clearly, "Yes. Oh God, yes. Come with me."

With that, Dina came, and he came too, just as hard, deep inside her, his cock filling her with his cum.

Eventually, the high stared to wear down, and the convulsing of his cock inside her stopped. They looked deep into each others eyes.

"I love you."

"I love you, too".

"Thank you for that. It was amazing."

"No, thank you. I'm so happy we finally got to do this together."

Leaving his cock inside of her, he had Dina wrap her sexy smooth legs around his back, and her carried her to her bed. They lay next to each other and held each other and drifted off.

*****

Later on they woke up, and showered together, teasing each other. They talked about how Dina was so glad she was able to fulfill her fantasy, and how she wondered if anyone had seen what went on. Honestly, she didn't care as much as she thought she would, but she hoped...

When they got out of the shower and dried off, Dina decided she was ready for more, and had a thought.

"Let me see the pictures you took of us."

He went and got his camera, and handed it to her.

Dina brought up the pictures; she saw that there were 10 or 11 of them, but that she wasn't "really" in any of them. Sure, some showed her from behind looking out of the window as she masturbated, but most showed joggers, men and women and landscapers, all obviously looking towards her house...



The Window



Not a good night for me. Its late, I'm tired, a little drunk and very very horny.

I was drinking with friends tonight and seeing all those women in skimpy clothing has left me wanting more.

Yet another cab passes by, full, no doubt with people going home to fuck each other's brains out while I'm left to walk home. Yeah, not a good night for me. 

Yet another car passes and as it makes its turn into the side street opposite me the sweep of its headlights illuminates the living room of one of the terraced hoses across the street. I'm greeted by the sight of you, semi naked, sitting in the dark in front of your laptop. 

I stand there, gobsmacked, instantly aroused by the sight of you, dark hair, dark eyes and a simply magnificent body, full breasts and round hips, a wonderful womanly body, full and ripe, crying out to be touched. 

I move closer to your window, careful to stay out of view from you, cock getting harder the closer to you I get. 

Soon enough I'm standing at your window, my breath steaming the window pane, feet rooted to the spot while I spy on you, watching you flirt on your webcam, wanting you more and more with every passing second. 

I feel guilty yet electrified at the same time to be stealing the view of you, the view that's meant for the man you're chatting with. I'm about to turn and go when begin to remove your tshirt, exposing the wonderful body that's hidden underneath. All breath gone from my lungs, eyes glued to you watching you playfully touch your nipples. 

I can take no more, i'm totally and completely overcome with lust for you, I simply have to have you. I move to your door and quietly try the handle, a jolt of electricity coursing through my body as I feel it give and the door opening slightly. I take a second to think about what I'm about to do but all second thoughts are washed away when the image of your body comes to my mind again. I open the door further and tentatively step inside. 

I move quickly but quietly down the hall, any sounds I do make drowned out by the music you're playing and your fingers clattering on the keyboard. I move to the door of the room you're in and slowly open it, peering inside, seeing only your back to me. 

I slide inside and move to you. I'm almost within touching distance when you begin to turn, no doubt alerted by the man at the other end of your chat. I quickly move to you, grabbing your hair, turning your head back to the screen. I bend and with as much menace as I can muster I tell you not to turn round, to do all i say and you won't be hurt.

You nod your compliance and I move my hand from your hair and down onto your breast, cupping it firmly, feeling your nipple hard against my palm. I move my mouth to your ear and ask if the man viewing your cam knows where you live or how to contact you. You tell me in a small voice that you've only just met him and he doesn't know anything about you. 

I smile and whisper that before long he's going to know how you look when you're being fucked. 

I order you to stand, looking straight ahead and I press close to you, letting you feel how hard I am against you, leaving you in no doubt as to what's gonna happen. I place a hand between your shoulder blades and bend you over, the length of my cock fitting snugly between your cheeks.

I can feel how hot you are even through my jeans. One hand still placed on your back, I quickly undo my buttons and let my jeans and boxers fall around my ankles, reaching down between us to pull your underwear to one side. I rest the tip of my throbbing cock at the entrance to your cunt then slowly slide it in, inch by inch until I'm buried balls deep. I place both hands on your hips and begin to pull you to me in time with my cock thrusting deeper and deeper into you. Without missing a beat, I withdraw from you and slowly ease it deep into your ass, your juices that are coating my cock making it easier to push as deep as I want. 

I don't want to orgasm to just yet, instead I want to enjoy as much time as I can with you, in you. I slow and begin to circle my hips, bending forward to cup your glorious tits, I whisper for you too look at the screen, to look at us, at me fucking you. I can see my want, my hunger mirrored in your eyes on the screen and i know in that instant that you were as horny as me tonight and that this is exactly what you wanted.

I ease myself from your ass and turn you to face me, leaning in to kiss you. You pull away, keeping that one thing from me, iI smile and relent, letting you keep it for the time being, consoling myself by bending to take one of your nipples in my mouth and sucking greedily on it, staring up into your eyes as i take from you again, feeding my hunger a little more. 

I put my arms round you, hands cupping your ass cheeks, pulling you to me as I work my mouth from one breast to the other, flicking each nipple with my tongue, almost overcome with desire for you when you take breasts in your hands and push them together so I can work both at once, my hard fingertips pressing harder into the firm round flesh of your ass, urging you closer to me, wanting to bury my face between your by now heaving breasts. 

I bend lower, hand reaching to your desk as i do so, seeking and finding the scissors I saw earlier, feeling you gasp then hold your breath as the cold steel comes into contact with the bare flesh of your thigh. I look up, my eyes never leaving yours as I spread your legs, running the cold steel over your underwear, tracing the line of your slit. 

I can see the effect it has on you both visibly and audibly, your breathing becoming shallower and the wet stain in your underwear increasing. 

I hook a thumb into your panties, feeling your full lips brush against me. Eyes still locked on yours, I tug at the lace material until I can slide it between the scissors and with one snip you're exposed to me, hot, moist and inviting. 

I bend, finally taking my eyes from yours so I can do the one thing I've wanted to do from the moment I first set eyes on you, I pull you to me as i plant kisses down your stomach and down onto your lips, tongue gliding between them, lubricated by your juices until i arrive at your clit, lips sucking as my tongue flicks over it, my hands urging you to sit again, spread out before me so I can devour you properly.

I kneel between your legs and tell you to touch yourself, to replace my tongue with your fingers. I watch mesmerised you do as instructed to, one hand circling over your clit, the other teasing your nipples. 

I begin to touch myself as i look at you, stroking myself in perfect rhythm with the circles your fingertips are making on your clit. I watch enthralled as you begin to lose control, breasts rising and falling as your breathing becomes more erratic, more laboured as you near orgasm. 

I can wait no longer, I have to feel you again. I stand, taking you in my arms, lifting you, pinning you against the wall before lowering you down onto my ever hardening cock, your legs wrapping round my waist, my knees almost buckling as I'm overwhelmed by your heat. Hands cupping your ass, mouth lowered to your neck sucking hard, hard enough to mark you, leaving love bites in on your neck and shoulders. 

My muscles straining, my breathing ragged as I ram my cock into you, your juices soaking me coating my fingers so I can easily slide one into your ass, 

I now have my cock deep in your cunt and my finger fucking your ass, all in perfect rhythm. I take my mouth from your neck and kiss you, hard and full on the mouth our tongues dancing as we orgasm in unison, a low growl in my troath as the intensity of my orgasm washes over me in waves. 

After what seems an eternity we pick ourselves up and head for your bedroom pausing only for you to type to our viewer that your boyfriend is home and you're going to bed.



The Window



Note: This is just a simple little tale of first time experience... it is somewhat an autobiographical tale... enjoy!



-one-



"Jeez, Andrew, that's my teacher's window!" One of the players howled.

When the long fly ball went through the neighbor lady's kitchen window, two entire baseball teams full of Andrew Wilson's friends and peers disappeared.

Now certain that the world as he knew it would end in a manner of moments, Andrew was stuck with the ball bat and the consequences of his own actions.

This was old lady Heloise's house, and everybody knew she was a kid hater.

Like so many of the older people who still lived around the neighborhood, she'd call the police on a kid just for the fun of it sometimes.

Old lady Heloise was out the door in moments watching the kids darting this way and that, trying to get out of her sight before she blew up. Oh man, she was dressed in her jogging outfit, too: leggings of that purple color that all the girls at school called plum, and a white cropped sweatshirt with some sort of kitty design on it. But those weren't running shoes, maybe they were just for around the house.

"Clayton Denny!" she called out. "Don't think that I didn't see you!"

But before she could start running, Clayton yelled from down the block: "I didn't do it, Ms. Heloise."

She stopped, looked around, and focused on Andrew.

"Did you hit that ball?"

Andrew took a deep breath and nodded.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Acting like she didn't hear him, the lady pointed at home plate. "All the way from over there?" He nodded again.

"Wow." She walked over to the batter's box, and, putting her hands on her hips, she surveyed the distance to her window.

"Must've been a pretty solid hit."

Andy forced out a couple of words. "I never belted one like that before."

"What's your name, young man."

Staying silent, Andy bit his lip. He wanted to hide, but he knew he was just too damn big to fade away to nothingness.

"You may as well tell me, I'll get it from Clayton easy enough."

"Andrew Wilson."

"Do the other kids call you Andy?" 

Shaking his head, he laughed embarrassedly. "They call me Andy."

"Andy, eh?" the neighbor lady looked him over.

"You're pretty tall, Andy. Are you older than the other kids?"

"Not really, I just been growing a lot since I turned eighteen."

Walking back over to him, she said, "Well, Andy, you put that baseball right through my window so hard it landed square in the butter dish on my kitchen table." Up close, Ol' lady Heloise was actually shorter than Andy, and that surprised him. Of course, it could've been because she seemed so authoritarian from a distance. "I can always replace the butter, but what are we going to do about my window?"

"I guess I'm going have to pay for it."

"Have you got the money to replace a broken window?"

Andy shrugged. "No, ma'am."

"I didn't think so," she replied. "Still we have to figure something out."

"My mom's going kill me."

She laughed. "I doubt that, but, if you want me to, I'll talk to your mother for you."

"Ain't going help," Andy said. "I'm still dead."

"Well, let's see if we can make a deal, Andrew Wilson," the neighbor lady said. "Look, if you agree to work off most of the damage, I'll cover the initial cost of replacement. But I'm still going have to get your mother's permission."

So it wasn't the best of deals; at least his mother wouldn't kill him.

That was how his summer job started. Just eighteen year old Andy who had to hide any pictures of naked women and still had to deal with an occasional nocturnal emission began to work off his debt working for a woman who was probably in her mid-forties, but not old old.



-two-



The first time he went over to Ms. Helosie's place to work, she was dressed in one of those old fashioned check flannel halter tops which had an extension which went down to cover the ribs ("It's called a bustier.") and a pair of shorts to match. He spent the whole day in the living room, moving furniture, covering and taping drop cloths and papers into place so they could paint the room without spilling paint on the floor.

Once or twice she came in to assist him with some of the more difficult stuff, and when she bent down Andy could see the mold and curve of her breasts as they strained against the bustier halter.

Her scent sweetly hint at some savory aroma when she stood close, and a few times Andy found himself trying to force down an involuntary response inside his pants when she came near.

Still, once he got to know her, Andrew Wilson and Ms. Heloise got along quite well.

"I'd better get us something to drink. Do you want Coke, or some Mountain Dew, Sunny Delight, or iced tea?"

"What are you having?" he asked politely.

She pushed back a long strand of her light brown hair from her forehead as she spoke. "Iced tea."

"Then that's what I'd like, please, Ms. Heloise."

"You know, while we're working together in here, why don't you call me Helen. We'll save Ms. Heloise for outside."

As she left the room, Andy watched her walk away, his eyes following every move of her trim legs and firm buttocks. "Stop that," he told himself.

But he was too late, and the straining bulge behind his zipper began again.

"No wonder you can't get it to go down."

Am I being wicked? Helen queried to herself as she glanced back and saw the growing response in Andy's pants. Maybe just a touch. But when she brought him back his iced tea, she accidentally brushed against his arm with her breast.

Andy was nearly sweating under her scrutiny.

"So how come I don't remember you from the twelfth grade classes, Andy?"

"I go to St. Luke's Catholic school with the rest of the guys."

"Oh, I see," she finally said. "It's almost noon. Finish your tea, and go on home. We'll call it quits for today."

"What about painting the living room?"

"Too hot to paint now," she said. "We'll start first thing in the morning. Be here early, okay?"

"You mean like eight o'clock?"

"That'd be fine," Helen said. "Hey, Andy. you did a good job today."

He broke into a huge grin.



-three-



The next morning Andy was at Ms. Heloise's door by 7:49 am. but Helen Heloise had overslept. When the neighbor lady looked out the upstairs window, she saw Andy waiting on the steps to the porch.

She grabbed a fashionable floor length peignoir style robe to cover herself, and headed downstairs. As she opened the door, she said, "What are you doing here so early?" At first stunned by the cutaway flourish of ruffles which allowed her cleavage to redefine the definition of sensual, Helen's words caused Andy unexpected pain.

"I'm s...sorry, but you said eight o'clock, and..."

"Really? So I did," she sighed. "Come on in, then."

Helen turned and walked back through the living room into the back of the house. "Did you have breakfast yet?"

"I had some cereal." The sunlight behind her caused the curvy silhouette of her body to show through the translucent lacy black robe. Andrew Wilson gulped..

"You want me to fix you something?" she called from the kitchen door. "How about coffee?"

"Um, okay," he answered. Walking into the little alcove between the kitchen and dining room, Andy studied her as the loose filmy material shifted back and forth along the curves of her body while she sleepily puttered around the kitchen. When she bent over, he noted that her abdomen drooped slightly like some of the women in his family.

Maybe her stomach wasn't flat, but she displayed a subtle ripeness that he found pleasing.

"I always look like hell if I haven't done my make-up and had my coffee in the morning."

Andy wondered if he should fight the impulse to compliment her by saying that she could never look like hell. His social inexperience worked against him as Andy argued with himself for so long that he almost lost the moment entirely.

"I don't think you could ever look bad," he finally mumbled.

She'd rattled a frying pan as he spoke. "What?"

"Oh, nothing."

She sat across from him at the kitchen table as he started sipping his coffee, trying very hard not to burn his mouth, Andy debated on telling Helen that her robe was pulling open at the front. He decided to stare down at the swirls of milk making patterns in his coffee rather than chance the embarrassment of confronting M. Heloise with something so objectionable. She obviously didn't realize what was happening, and he wasn't going to tell her.

Reading the confusion in his eyes, Helen felt he was taking his gentlemanly ethics a bit too far. But then again, he could be scared stiff to tell her.

You couldn't second guess a young man like that. So she very matter of fact closed the front of her robe. Getting up later to put the breakfast dishes away, Helen swept in close to Andy once more as she bussed the table in front of him.

She patted his shoulder with one hand, and said: "I'll shower and dress so we can start painting this morning before the summer heat makes it unbearable."

When the shower started, the noise of the spray seemed louder than he expected; so, Andy carefully treaded up the stairs to see why the sound was so prominent all of a sudden. When he reached the top of the landing he observed that Helen had left her bathroom door cracked open about three inches. He caught a glimpse of her buttocks and back as she pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped cautiously into the tub enclosure.

"Yeow! Hot!" she shrieked, as the spraying water splashed all over the small bathroom. She immediately jumped out of the tub enclosure and bent down to adjust the faucet. Her pale legs and butt forming a sensual arch of lovely flesh as he opened the door a touch wider.

This time Andy glimpsed the distinctly furry thatch of brown pubic hair that surrounded the enigmatic double lipped formation that peeked out from the crevice of her buttocks like some mound of mystery. Then she was back into the shower once again, and the curtains were pulled tightly closed.

Andy treaded lightly back downstairs in order to force his new found erection to quiet down. He was still measuring his breathing in and out, when Helen Heloise appeared dressed in work overalls and a tee shirt, and wearing a ball cap over her wet brown hair.

"Ready to paint?"

Fighting the impulse to cross his legs in her presence, he nodded. "Any time."

"Let's get started then," she said. "By noon this place will be an oven."

Helen had put on her collection of white bread pop and rock artists of the day: tame things as the Moody Blues with "Nights In White Satin," the Association doing "Cherish," the Zombies and "She's Not There," the Beach Boys' recording of "Don't Worry Baby," and the Rascals' pretending to be "Groovin'."

Finally Andy said, "Don't you have any songs with a bit more soul? What about James Brown and the Flames?"

"You can't paint to James Brown," she replied. "But I'll see if I can't improve matters a bit."

The painting itself was careful work. A couple of times Helen had to come over to him and slow Andy down. So that his brush strokes were even and consistent, she'd come up behind him and guide his arm with her hand, standing so close he could feel the body heat she generated. What was playing? The music had taken half a step up with pieces like the Bee Gees singing "To Love Somebody," and the Rolling Stones doing an old Solomon Burke tune called "Cry To Me." These were followed by a pair of songs by Eric Burden and the Animals: "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood," and "House of the Rising Sun." Still Andy had to endure a pseudo-soulful rendition of "Come Home" by the Dave Clark 5.

By lunchtime the first coat of paint had been applied. Though both Andy and Helen were speckled with beige colored dots and splatters, they were pleased with the result. Their nearly finished job looked competent, almost professional.

Helen sighed. "That's it for today, Andy. It'll have to dry overnight before we do a second coat. I'm hungry. Want some lunch before you go?"

Andrew Wilson agreed to clean out the paint brushes and get himself cleaned up. Meanwhile Helen Heloise made lunch, as the Beach Boys played "Good Vibrations," and the Rascals' "How Can I Be Sure" for about the fourth time. By the time he was finished, she was ready to serve soup, sandwiches, and chips at the tiny table in the breakfast nook.

When the Dave Clark 5 halted right in the middle of their hit song "Because," she came into the kitchen and sat down directly opposite of him.

As she began to pour two glasses from the pitcher with a number of tea bags floating in the water, Helen grinned.

"I found some music that'll sound a little less like some old lady's record collection," she said quietly as the curious percussive guitar chops of Jimi Hendrix filtered in from the next room.

Even as he began to eat his soup, Helen seemed different to Andy.

She'd removed her baseball cap and had allowed her hair to flow loosely down around her shoulders. Her shoulders? That was it!

Where Ms. Heloise had been wearing a white tee shirt all morning, there was only the raw exposed skin of Helen's shoulders, neck, and upper chest which was barely hidden behind the front flap of her Osh Kosh style overalls.

Now the luscious curvature of Helen's breasts pushed that front bib flap to its very limit.

Helen had also removed her paint spattered shoes.

Slowly, timidly, she let her right foot wander up and down Andy's lower pants leg. Now distracted, Andy nearly bit his lip as her warm foot slid up and under his jeans to explore his lower limb further. Her soft foot felt warm and soothing against his skin. But he stared at his food, trying not to look up at her face while enjoying the overwhelming feeling of anxiety and sexual awakening. Once again the bulge acted up at his groin.

Suddenly Andy recognized the Jimi Hendrix song as "Are You Experienced?" Nothing else was said as they finished the small meal. Then as she got up to clear the dishes from the table, Andy fought back a gulp as he saw the firm curvaceous profile of Helen's pale breasts pushing at her bib overalls from the side.

"So," she said as she placed the dishes in the sink.

"We'll finish up tomorrow, I think."

Andy nodded. As he headed out the door, she called back at him, "Are you planning on being here for breakfast again?" 

Andy turned to face her. "You want me to?"

She smiled. "Yeah, sure. See you then."

-four-



"I borrowed some records that I thought you might appreciate today," Helen said. "Take a look over on the table."

Andy saw a stack of 45's and albums which were left on the china cabinet in the main dining area. He picked up the first one and read out loud, "You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling' by the Righteous Brothers. The Four Tops-- I Can't Help Myself,' the Temptations and My Girl.' These are a big improvement." Then taking a chance by allowing the intimate memories of yesterday to surface, Andy asked, "You going to play Jimi Hendrix's Are You Experienced' again?"

"I might," she responded wistfully. "Depends on how long the painting takes."

"Guess we better get started."

Painting the second coat on the living room walls took less than two hours with both of them working steadily. The walls echoed with the sounds of the Crystals, the Shirelles, the Ronettes singing "Then He Kissed Me," and the Supremes lamenting "My World Is Empty Without You, Babe." It was old sixties soul stuff, but Andrew Wilson got into the mood of things as the music continued. There was even a couple of James Brown and Wilson Pickett songs played intermittently with the girl groups. Eventually, when the walls were finished, they listened to a reprise performance of the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

Quietly, as the songs progressed, Helen closed the blinds in her living room, and said, "Dance with me."

As Helen Heloise moved carefully into Andrew's slim but strong arms, the overall atmosphere of her dwelling changed as the emphasis of the songs slipped softly into such classic ballads as Aretha Franklin's "Natural Woman," the Staple Singers emoting "I know A Place," and the Ronettes again with "Be My Baby." Through those three songs the young black man and the older white woman held each other closely.

"You're a pretty good dancer, Andy."

He grunted an acknowledgement. "Not as good as you."

"I think we'd better get cleaned up before lunch."

Andy shrugged.

"Come with me." Taking his hand firmly in her own, Helen led Andy carefully, but determinedly, up the stairs to the bathroom. "We need to shower some of this paint, dirt, and sweat off."

"What?" Barefoot, and eager, Helen stepped out of her jeans outside the bathroom door. Now that she was down to her panties and tee shirt, she began to undo Andy's shirt buttons. When she had him down to his bare chest, Helen peeled her top off. As Andy suspected, she was braless under her shirt. Her breasts were full, jutting decidedly out from her chest and shoulders. Dazed for a moment, Andy didn't know what to say. As his eyes drank in the sight of her lush, fleshy breasts, Andy watched entranced as Helen slipped out of her panties as well.

He saw that she had a rather sparse swatch of pubic hair which the covered the generous mound at the base of her abdomen. But Andy was fascinated all the same. How could such a aesthetic eyesore turn into the most mesmerizing thing he'd ever seen? Her round nipples and the surrounding aureole enthralled him. While his gaze remained transfixed on her loins, Andy barely noticed that Helen was undressing him.

Then she started the shower and motioned that he was to get into the tub enclosure beside her. Taking a large bar of soap into her small hands, she began to lather up every inch of skin surface and down into every crevice of Andy's body. Soon Andy eagerly followed suit by soaping up Helen's skin; all the while examining her naked body in its entirety.

Back and sides, hips and thighs, and then Andy rubbed his soapy hands all over Helen's full breasts. Naturally the young man's involuntary response stood up forcefully aware.

This part of their shower experience was sublime.

Each one caressed and stroked the other while learning the specifics of each other's torso.

Finally, they kissed each other gently, and then more passionately as they gained each other's trust. While Helen stroked and cleaned his standing elongated organ with soft soapy hands, Andy tried to slip his fingers into the open slit of her vagina. However, Helen cautioned him to rinse his fingers of the soapy residue first. Then as Helen leaned limply against him, Andy's slender fingers explored the new warmth and wetness of a place he'd never known before.

Out of the tub ten minutes later, they dried each other off. Running the soft, thick white terrycloth towel over his stark, pinkish complexion, Beth asked: "Did anybody ever teach you the horizontal bump?"

Standing perfectly still, enjoying all the attention he was getting, Andy shook his head. "Is that a new dance?"

"An old one," she replied. "Probably one of the best ever devised."

She patted dry the droplets which still clung to his neck, back, and shoulders. "Come into the bedroom, and I'll teach you."

She'd borrowed a portable cassette player from another teacher, and she'd assembled a play list of romantic soul tunes which drifted through the air like so many seductive kisses once Elizabeth laid him on his back on top of her bed. Ben E. King started the final set with "Stand By Me," as her lips dropped down to torment the sensitive glands at the tip of Andy's penis.

Helen stopped somewhere in the midst of the song which followed, Robert Knight's rendition of "Everlasting Love."

"Just relax," Helen said as she took hold of the tip of his hard on. "We'll be together in no time at all."




The Window



Leaving him prone on his back, Helen slowly drew the blunt tip of Andy's erection until his cock managed a "toehold" in the slippery crease of her vaginal sheath. "Don't push too hard," she said. "Just work your way in as deep as possible before we switch."

Switch, he thought. What did that mean? Then slowly, carefully, Helen rolled him over while still clutching tightly to his body, especially at his mid-section.

"All right," she murmured. "Shove forward a little and then back off."

Andy backed out too far, and then his penis fell away entirely from the confines of her loins. The young man was mortified.

Helen didn't giggle. She sensed that he was feeling pretty stupid about now; so, she coaxed him back into position with her hands and then pulled him deeply back into the clasp of her body. In a matter of minutes, young Andy discovered the thrust and withdrawal rhythm which seemed to work best for both of them.

Soon the siphoning warmth of her wet and pliant sheath urged him to plunge and seek the experience again and again. Andy's brain began to indulge in the wallowing joy of sexual excitement and the flickering sparks of sexual release which were destined to occur in a situation like this. Percy Sledge invoked a serene but potent rhythm as he crooned his soulful version of "When A Man Loves A Woman." He was balanced so that Helen was a fleshy cushion of softness and warmth bracing his body.

Helen grabbed Andy's face and clamped her lips against his, forcing her tongue deeply into his mouth so that Andy would follow suit and plunge his tongue into her mouth. Now the young man was anchored within Helen at two major junctions. Beneath him the older woman was cooing and moaning as Andy moved with more and more confidence. After that, it was merely a matter of nature taking its course.

Listening to Helen vocalizing her own desire, Andy's mind, ignited by the spark of his need, was ready to blast his exquisite passion out into the world at large. As the Supremes performed an exquisitely intimate "I Hear A Symphony," young Andrew lost control of his frenzied cravings.

The natural frustrations of a very horny young man finally rose to churn in his testicles, while a wave of yearning split Andy's consciousness wide open. Then his entire being shuddered and stiffened pen-ultimately.

Helen's thighs held tightly to her eighteen-year-old paramour. As she dug her nails into his buttocks, Helen clutched his trim young body tautly against her own enfolding heat waiting for the inevitable. Finally, as Bobby Hatfield of the Righteous Brothers cut loose with "Unchained Melody," Helen Heloise trembled under the eager strapping weight of Andy, when, suddenly to his surprise, Andy's passion liquefied. Both scared and excited at the same time, he instinctively spurted forth in an impassioned effort to intimately mark his lover once and for all.

His lover? Old lady Heloise was his lover? Yes!

Andy's loins exploded spewing frantically in a constant stream of passion which left him gasping as torrents of visceral fluid flooded the junction where his rigid penis gratefully lodged within Helen's vagina. Soon breathing heavily, Andy fell limp and exhausted over his older feminine partner, and Helen was too aware to let him do anything but rest. She held him still for her respite and she held fast to him for her own relief.

Running her hands lovingly along his back, she murmured, "Hold still. Rest inside me for a moment."

"Wow!" Andy gasped. "What happened?"

"Try not to be too upset over this," Helen purred. "But I'd say you're not a virgin anymore."



The End... at least, the end of this little story!



The Window



I am a married woman at the age of thirty-eight, whose husband is ten years my senior although I must say he has been a great provider for both my son and me. My husband was promoted recently, to the office of Vice President of a major banking establishment that he has been employed at for almost six years.

He does however have to work over sixty five hours or more each week and has to make trips outside of the city. Many nights he spends in the city, avoiding the long forty-mile trip back home to our lake house in the very late hours of the night.

This traveling around the country has been going on since his promotion some two years ago. I have noticed that he has been paying less attention to me since his promotion and I am somewhat worry that he may be having an affair. His twenty five year old personal secretary is very beautiful and does seem to have a crush on him.

Now I am not saying I am the best-looking women in the world but I am very athletic. I love to windsurf and water ski. I am five feet ten inches tall, the mother of one son who eighteen. My breasts are what I would call average in size they are thirty-four B cup size. I weigh in around one hundred and twenty pounds with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. I feel good about myself.

When I attend many of my husband's banking social functions, I become aware of many stares from men in the room. I have caught many of his close friends gawking at me at these parties. I would say I am dam good looking in an evening gown and I fill it out nicely.

My Son Terry is 18 years old, and in his first year of college. He is six foot two, weighing in around 220 pounds. He has blue eyes and sandy blond hair just like me. I have noticed that he has plenty of girls that he goes out with but I would not call any one of them serious. Although there is one girl that I have seen him with that appears to be somewhat of a misfit, she is always calling Terry. Her name is Lexi and they have been on a few dates lately. Terry seems to care for her more than most of the others girls I've seen him with lately.

This all started one morning when I was taking out the trash, which I do often since my husband was too lazy to help with cleaning duties. I often take the trash out first thing in the morning. This morning it was still dark outside since it was only 6:00 am. My son Terry was already taking his morning shower. 

I walked out into the garage and then out the side door, which leads to the trashcans located at the back of our home. As I walked past the bathroom window, I glanced through the window and noticed Terry standing there, at the mirror shaving while completely naked. 

I have not seen him naked in over seven years and my eyes marveled at how well his body had developed. His muscles were well defined about his shoulders, arms, and legs. I knew he lifted weights at school but I did not know that it had paid off so well for him.

As I watched him shave, he moved back away from the sink and his cock all of a sudden came into view. Lord he was huge compared to my husband's cock. He was sporting at least seven or maybe eight inches of very thick cock that was slightly erect. The sight took my breath away as I stared at his cock. I was frozen in my tracks knowing I should not be looking at my son in this manner. 

I gazed at the head of his cock only to notice that he had shaved off all of the hair around his cock and testicles except for a small patch above his shaft. This made his six-pack abs stand out even better highlighting the V-shape cut from his hips to his cock. I wonder what made him start shaving his pubic hair and testicles. Then the thought came to me, I bet it was that girl Lexi.

His cock was beautiful, bouncing slightly as he moved towards the mirror to shave more of his face. He continued to shave as I stared at his cock knowing I ought to just take the trash out and return to my kitchen.

For some reason, I suddenly discovered that I could not move from that spot where I was standing. I sat the bag of trash down that I had been holding. That is when I experienced a tingle deep within my pussy; letting me know that I was starting to become aroused by the sight of my son's beautiful cock. I inched nearer to the window, in doing so I made certain that I stayed hidden in the early morning shadows. My nipples were now fully erect; my breathing had increased, I slowly reached up, cupped my breast and began tugging on my nipples with my fingers and thumbs.

Terry finished shaving and I started to leave to depose of the trash. However, Terry placed my make-up mirror on the counter in front of him and pointed it down towards his cock.

That's when he applied more shaving cream into the palm of his hand. I suddenly realized that I couldn't move or rather I should say I didn't want too. I thought to myself, what is he going to do with that extra shaving cream and my make-up mirror.

Terry then applied the shaving cream all over his cock and testicles. He then strokes his cock several times spreading the cream all over his shaft. At this point, his cock was now rock hard and it pointed slightly up. I could tell my son was enjoying this type of action. I became aware that his eyes were closed and the speed of his strokes had increased drastically.

I lifted up my nightgown moving my panties to one side. I then pushed in one of my fingers and that is when I noticed I was dripping wet. God I was excited and could not take my eyes off my son's rock hard dick. I could only imagine how that huge cock would feel tearing deep into my pussy.

Terry then abruptly stopped stroking his dick and proceeded to shave his testicles while looking into my make-up mirror. He held up his firm cock and pressed it against his belly button. He made several passes until his testicle bag was completely clean and spotless of hair.

I jammed in a second finger into my pussy while pinching my nipple extremely hard. I arched my back shaking violently as an orgasm rushed all over my body down to my toes. It was an incredibly and very erotic sight, watching as my beautiful son shaved his cock and testicles. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming as I came for over fifteen seconds. I was breathing deeply; I slowly refocused myself back on my son's hard cock. 

He slowly made several passes with his razor around his stiff shaft. Pre-cum was dripped from the head of his penis and dribbled down onto his fingers. He continued to shave closely the area around the patch of hair.

After putting down the razor, Terry reached into the shower and turned on the water. 

I thought to myself, please Terry do not close the curtains all the way. He then turned straight at me and I was able to fully take in the view of his cock and balls. His cock was rock hard and it was pointing straight at me. 

I watched as he reaches into the bathroom cabinet removing a bottle of my baby oil. He stepped over into the shower leaving the curtain wide open. 

That's when I thought to myself. Oh, yes! I'll be able to watch him masturbate that huge cock of his. Terry washed off the remaining shaving cream by stroking his dick. He then squirted baby oil all over the mushroom head of his cock. No wonder I had to buy oil all the time. My son was using my oil to jerk off his huge cock with. I moved closer to the window in hopes that I could prevail on a closer look as he started stroking his cock.

I spread my pussy lips and forced a third finger into my soaking wet pussy. I pinched my nipple hard as I focused on Terry as he slowly stroked his cock. He was facing the window giving me a great view. Pre-cum now trickled out of his penis after each stroke. He cupped and massaged his testicles as he pleasured himself. My fingers searched for my clitoris as I bent slightly at the knees allowing my pussy lips to part.

As soon as I rubbed my clit, I blasted into another huge orgasm causing me to fall against the window. Terry opened his eyes looking straight at the window as I stepped off to the side to hide myself. The next thing I knew was he is at the window looking out. A few moments later, he re-enters the shower.

I slowly reached down, put my thumps under my panties waistband, sliding them off my hips and let them fall to the ground. I quietly move back to the window.

Terry had started to masturbate once again as I place my hand on the window ledge to try to keep from falling again. Terry tilts his head back as he spread his legs apart. He suddenly began to increase the pace of his strokes; I couldn't help but notice that he was getting close to discharge his cum. The expressions on his face caused his eyes to squint. 

Faster and faster Terry jerked his massive cock straight at me. I now had two fingers on my clitoris pinching it very hard as I watched my son jerk his cock. 

Terry tilts his head straight back and erupts into a huge orgasm. His first volley of semen shoots at least a foot high falling back onto the shower floor. I then explode into another massive orgasm making me weak at the knees. My hand became coated with my pussy juice as I refocus my eyes back on my son's cock.

I was having some of the best orgasms in my life watching my son masturbate. Terry's second volley was straight, hitting the shower wall. It was almost as much as the first discharge. His next volley of semen sprayed out only a few inches. Finally, the last few dribble out coating his hand. He was spent.

He leans against the shower wall looking straight at me. I recognize that he couldn't see me or could he? Terry then finishes washing off as he called for me.

"Mom, can you bring me a towel," yells Terry as I step towards the door leaving my underwear on the ground. 

I can't respond to his call while I was outside the bathroom window. I hurry back inside.

"Mom, where are you?" yells Terry once again.

"I am bringing you a towel; but I had to go to the laundry room to get one. Are you decent in there?" I asked standing just outside the bathroom door.

"I am behind the curtain so come on in," responds Terry.

I opened the door and entered, and then I turned the corner towards the shower area. I could see Terry to a degree standing behind the curtain with his hand out and his eyes closed.

"Hurry mom I have soap in my eyes," Terry said as he reaches out blindly for the towel.

Terry lets go of the curtain, as he grabbed the towel and suddenly he was in full view. He was trying to rub the soap out from his eyes. I glanced down and that's when I become aware of his huge cock, still swelled and as hard as a rock. I know I should have turned and walked away but I did not. His cock was even more impressive up close. There was still a drop of cum leaking out from the head of his penis as Terry rubbed the soap from his eyes.

"Mom! Can you please come back in here and help me get this soap out of my eyes," yelled Terry.

Here I was standing right in front of my son admiring his huge cock and he didn't even know I was there. What should I say at this point? Should I back out slowly and re-enter? Should I reach out and take that rock hard cock into my hands? Should I just drop to my knees and shock the hell out of him by taking his hard cock into my mouth? My pussy told me to suck on his cock right then and worry about things later.

"Mom! I need help. Where are you?" Terry cried out.

It was now or never to make a decision about the huge cock right in front of me. I wanted so badly to reach out and grab that huge piece of meat pointing straight at me. I could have it in my pussy in only a matter of seconds if I could just reach out and firmly grasp it with my hands.

I reached out and knocked on the wall acting as if I was knocking on the door. This way he could make up his own mind for me. If he covered up then I would play it cool. If he didn't cover up then he must want me to see his huge dick.

"Come in Mom what took you so long?" Asked Terry, still holding the towel and not covering himself up one bit.

"Oh my, what seems to be the problem?" I asked as I stared straight at his massive dick.

"I need a wet wash cloth so I can get this soap out of my eyes."

I knew he did not use any soap since I watched him jerk that huge cock of his a few minutes ago. This had to be some kind of plan on his part for me to see his massive cock. His cock twitched up and down as Terry reached out for the washcloth.

I handed Terry a washcloth and watched him rub his eyes slowly. His cock still pointed straight out and throbbed with every breath Terry took.

"Honey do you need any help?"

"Yes if you could wash the soap out of my eyes it would be a great help."

I had to step into the shower to take the washcloth from his hands. "Terry hold very still while I try and help you."

I stepped in closer to him all of a sudden making contact with his huge cock. It was hitting me on my thighs. Terry suddenly breathed in sharply as his dick made contact with my nightgown.

"OOPS sorry about that Mom my morning wood is causing that."

"I see you have a huge problem there don't you?

"This happens most every morning mom."

Terry moved in closer as he tilts his head back. When he did, his cock again brushed my nightgown smearing a huge glob of his pre-cum down the front of my gown. Terry groaned slightly.

"Are your eyes still burning?" I asked.

"Please mom just keep rubbing them just like you are, they're starting to feel better."

It was about this time that I noticed that my nipples were about to poke thru my nightgown. They were so hard they were hurting.

Terry then rotated so I could get to the other eye. When he did this his cock brushed, back across my thigh, hit me right in my pussy.

"Ooohhh" I moaned as his cock push against my pussy lips.

I looked down to see the head of his dick planted firmly between my pussy lips. A dark thick vein ran from the base to the head of his cock. The only thing keeping that huge cock from penetrating my pussy lips was the thin layer of my nightgown. 

Oh, god how I wanted to part my legs, I thought to myself how I would just love to lift up my nightgown, and allow that monster to penetrate my pussy lips so bad.

"Terry, try to open your eyes."

Terry opened his eyes slightly and then closed them. Finally, after trying a few times he was able to keep them open.

"Mom I am so sorry about my hard penis, but it has a mind of its own lately."

"It's ok Terry; all boys your age go through this at times."

"Mom, I am 18 and this has been going on now for two years easy."

"How often do you take care of it?"

"At least four time a day sometimes more than that."

"My Lord that often? That certainly is a lot."

"It hurts right now and I even took care of it before you came in here."

She knew he had jerked off in the shower and decided this was a way to take things further with her son. She looked down at his cock and more pre-cum was leaking from the head of it. Her pussy was a wet wreck and needed attention soon. Her husband was still asleep and wouldn't be up for another hour. 

All these thoughts raced around in her head as she battled on what to do with the huge dick pushing up against her pussy lips.

"You mean you masturbated before I came in here to help you and it is still hard."

"Yes Ma'am I guess I will wait to see if it goes down before school."

"We can't have that; it would be very embarrassing to go to school with this hard penis bulging in your shorts. Let me ask you a question before I continue helping you."

"Sure what would like to know?"

"Son are you a virgin?"

"Yes Mom I am and I have only experienced oral sex."

"Was it with that girl Lexi?"

"Yes, I was with her two weeks ago."

"I noticed you have shaven down there and why did you do that?"

"Lexi likes it this way when she gives me a blow job."

"I must say, it does look attractive shaven like that."

"You think so?" Replied Terry as he held his cock and pointing it up at me.

I can't' believe I just said that to my son while his cock was poking me in the pussy lips.

Before I knew it, I reached down grabbing hold of his huge cock. 

Terry closed his eyes and moaned, "Mom that feels wonderful; your hands are so soft."

Here I was holding my son's hard dick; I could feel juices leaking out of my cunt running down the inside of my legs. My fingers could not reach all the way around his impressive shaft. I marveled at the mushroom head on his cock. It was the size of a golf ball and the ridge surrounding the head was well defined. I could just imagine the head of his dick tearing through my pussy during each stroke.

"Terry you know we shouldn't be doing this, your father will be up anytime now."

"Please Mom; help me cum again so this hard-on will go away. Just this one time."

"God your cock is so huge and I can feel it throbbing in my hand but we need to stop before your father catches us."

"Mom you think I am huge? Lexi turned me down since she said I was larger than any other boy she had messed around with. That is the reason we have not gone all the way."

Terry reached down and placed his hand over mine as he helped me stroke his cock. After several strokes, he removed his hand allowing me to continue stroking his huge dick. I looked down to see pre-cum spilling out, coating my hand. Terry moaned loudly that he was about ready to shoot.

I reached over, took Terry's hand, and placed it under my nightgown allowing him free access to tits and my dripping cunt. His finger slid into my pussy easily causing me to moan out softly. I spread my legs slightly as his fingers probed my hot cunt. I increased the pace on Terry's penis, gripping it tighter; suddenly Terry inserted a second finger deeper into my cunt.

"Oh my God! Mom that feeling so magnificent I can't help it I am ready to cum right now."

"Baby shoot all that hot cum right on me. I want to feel it splashing onto my tummy and pussy!"

"Get ready here it comes!"

I looked down to see his cock release the first volley hitting me square in the belly button.

Terry yells out, "Oh dam that feel great Mom keep jerking me just like that but tighter."

I yell out, "Terry rub my clitoris hard right now for I want to cum with you!"

As soon as Terry found my clitoris, I started cumming violently crashing into a major orgasm.

"OH MY GOD! I am cumming so hard right now," I moaned as Terry fingered my clitoris.

Cum was flying all over the place coating my gown, pussy, and legs. Terry opened his eyes gasping for breath while I squeezed out the last few drops of his cum.

Before I knew it, Terry dropped down on his knees and buried his tongue deep into my pussy lips.

"Son, we have to stop I am your mother and we should not be doing this. Oh, Lord Terry that feels unbelievable! Where did you learn to do that so well?"

His tongue found my clitoris and all rational thoughts went right out the window as I grabbed his head forcing him deeper into my cunt. My son was eating my pussy and it felt out of this world.

"Oh baby! Right there keep sucking right on my clitoris and I'm going to cum soon, OH GOD YES!"

I bent my knees slightly spreading my cunt open even more to allow Terry to penetrate into me even deeper. His tongue was reaching all areas of my pussy causing me to cry out, "Now go back to my clitoris HURRY!"

His tongue found my clitoris as Terry sucked directly on the hood; bring me up to a major orgasm.

"Baby, I am cumming right now! Please do not stop!"

My orgasm subsided as I fell back against the wall as I grasped for breath. 

I looked down at Terry smiling at him as I said, "Honey you should not have done that. What made you do that?"

"Mom I had to taste you since you are so damn sexy looking right now. Lexi loves it when I do it to her. Did I do it right?"

"Baby that was wonderful and you were great. Your dad could learn a lesson or two from you."




The Window



I looked down at his dick and he was still hard as a rock. "Terry does that thing ever go back down?"

"Mom that was one of the sexiest things I have ever encountered. You tasted so much better than Lexi. I guess I got hard again while eating your pussy."

"Well you'll have to take care of that thing yourself. Your dad will be up soon and I have got to get myself cleaned up before he sees me like this." I walked towards the door.

As I opened the door and looked back, I noticed that Terry was applying baby oil to his huge cock while smiling at me. I wanted so badly to watch him jerk that huge cock. I wanted terribly to sit on his huge cock to see if I could consume it all.

In the background, I heard my husband coming down the stairs. I closed the door and hurried off to the laundry room to change. I cleaned up; found myself another nightgown changed into it but then I discovered that there was not any panties here in the laundry room. I realized that I would have to go bare ass. I slowly entered the kitchen and discovered my husband was making coffee.

"He looked at me and said, Good morning honey, where were you?"

"Oh I took the trash out and was folding up some clothes."

Where is Terry?" Jim Asked.

"I think he is in the shower."

Jim sat down at the table and started to read the paper while I started to get breakfast ready. While I was at the sink cutting up some strawberries, Terry walked into the kitchen. I turned to see him wearing a tank shirt and gym shorts. God he looked sexy sitting there at the table. Strange, I never had these thought until this morning. Terry got up from the table, walked over to the cabinet next to me to get himself a glass for his juice. 

That was when I looked down and noticed a slight lump in his shorts. We both glanced back over at Jim who had his head buried in the financial section of the paper. Terry moved closer towards me bumping his cock into my thigh.

"That was when I ask, Terry, can you come help me cut up the rest of these strawberries?" She looked over at Jim the second time to make sure he was still reading the paper.

I whispered to Terry, "I thought you took care of that thing a few minutes ago."

"I did Mom but for some reason it has a mind of its own; especially when I get near you."

"Please Terry try and control that thing before your Dad sees it."

I looked over at Jim while cutting up the fruit; noticing that he still had his face buried in his newspaper and furthermore the counter that Terry and I were standing behind wouldn't allow Jim to see us but from the waist up. 

Terry's hand was underneath my gown before I could stop him. His finger started at my ass and worked its way forward to my drenched pussy lips. I was like molten lava to the touch as my pussy was on fire! I spread my legs allowing Terry better access.

I looked down and noticed Terry lifting up one leg of his shorts exposing the head of his cock. Before I knew it, my hand found the head of my son's cock causing a glob of pre-cum to leak out of this monster of a cock. Terry's dick was getting larger by the second; I smeared his pre-cum all over the head of that monster.

I suddenly thought to myself, what in the world am I doing. Why is this making me so wet between my legs? My pussy is like a faucet with a broken seal. Juices were trickling down my inner thigh due to fact that I hadn't put on any panties. Terry's penis was now as big as it was this morning in the shower.

I reached down pulling his shorts up exposing even more of his huge dick. I grasped his dick and gently squeezed until another big drop of pre-cum leaked out falling to the floor. Terry sunk one finger deep into my cunt causing me to drop the strawberry container into the sink as his thumb sunk into my ass. I placed one hand on the sink to brace myself so that I would not collapse onto the floor from the intense feelings tingling in my sloppy cunt.

Terry turned facing me; his other hand went under my gown, suddenly attacking me from the front. His finger found my clitoris driving me into an intense orgasm. One hand from the back and the other one from the front. I moaned under my breath as his finger massaged my clit during this intense orgasm. 

How I did not scream out to alert Jim is a miracle. One finger was in my cunt and one finger was in my ass as I rode out a tremendous orgasm. I was just about to tell Terry stop it when from behind the paper Jim asked, "Honey can you refill my coffee for me."

"Yes dear, give me a moment while I finish up here."

I whisper to my son, "go to your room before you Dad sees you like this. I will bring your breakfast to you in a few minutes." 

I tucked his huge dick back into his gym shorts. Terry went to his room and Jim was none the wiser about what just took place. Of course, Jim never noticed much of anything since he was always working on banking business all the time. I could just as well have been naked right now and he wouldn't have noticed. I placed Jim's food on the table, refilled his coffee cup and he grabbed the plate without looking up from his paper.

"I am going upstairs to help Terry with his clothes for school."

"Oh yeah, ok honey I have about twenty more minutes of reading," replied Jim without looking up.

I was thinking to myself, I wonder what Terry is doing at this moment. I was walking up the stairs trying to determine what I was going to do once I got to his room. I was soaking wet between my legs from a great orgasm. I needed a hard fuck soon. My trusty dildo was only six inches and I had just held a throbbing eight-inch human cock in my hands earlier so that plan was out. I neared Terry's door, I still didn't know what I might do once I entered his room. I knocked on the door, Terry said come in.

There on the bed my son lay with all eight inches of hard cock sticking straight up at the ceiling. He was slowly stroking his cock coating it with pre-cum. In a trance, I walked over to his bed and sat next to him before I even knew what I was doing.

"Mom, I am trying to take care of this once again but I'm not having much luck."

"We only have about twenty minutes before you Dad finishes reading his paper."

Without any warning, I leaned over taking the head of his huge cock into my mouth. His pre-cum tasted sweet; I rolled my tongue all around the head of his cock, savoring the feel of the spongy head.

"OH MOM! That feels out of this world! I can't believe you are sucking my cock right now!"

I grab Terry's hand, placing it on my pussy. He works his fingers into my cunt with ease since I am so wet. I finally get about six inches of his hard cock in my mouth.

"Honey, are you ready to lose your virginity to your Mom? I really need a hard cock this instant. I am so ready for this huge piece of meat."

"OH GOD YES! Mom I would love you to be the first women I ever made love to," moaned Terry as I straddled him.

I reached down to guide his huge cock into my wet pussy. The head pushed apart my cunt lips and stopped at the opening. I could feel the head trying to force its way into me, Terry was larger than any cock that I had ever had. I lowered by cunt down harder and the head popped in causing me to gasp.

"Honey hold still while I get used to the size of this thing. GOD you are big!"

"Am I bigger than Dad?"

"Yes honey you are at least two inches bigger and a lot thicker as well."

"I can't believe how great this feels. It feels like a hot furnace has surrounded the head of my cock."

"Just wait until I can get more of this monster in me. Lord you are bigger than I thought."

Terry reached up to grab both of my tits. I pulled off the gown exposing both tits to him. He started to suck on one nipple as I lowered my cunt and took in two more inches.

"Honey you have a huge dick and will make a lot of girls happy for sure. I think you are going to split me in half."

"Mom, I am not going to last much longer. I am so sorry."

"Honey that's ok, please try to not cum until I get this entire monster in my cunt. Do you hear me?"

Five inches sear through my cunt and slams me into a huge orgasm. I place my hands on the headboard to gain advantage as I cum. This is the greatest orgasm of my life as I sink back down taking all eight inches. I bottom out on Terry's huge dick and shake as my orgasm causes me to scream.

"Terry! I am cumming so hard!"

"Mom keep it down Dad might hear you!"

I raise my buttocks up until I only had the head of his cock buried in my cunt and then I slam myself back down causing Terry to scream out in pure pleasure.

"Oh, mom I am cumming. I hope you can you feel me."

I place my hand over his mouth as his sperm fills up my cunt. Which causes me to launch into another fantastic orgasm. This orgasm almost caused me to pass out from lack of breath as the feeling of pure pleasure washes over my entire body. 

His cum continues to fill my cunt; eruption on top of eruption as my son places his hands on my shoulders and forces me down on his hard dick. I bottom out on his cock and we remain motionless as his cock spasms the last few spurts of his cum deep into my pussy. I had just taken my Son's virginity!



The Window



When I was 19 and in college, I was dating a guy named Scott. We had gotten along really well initially, but for the last few months during spring and early summer seemed to be drifting apart. I really didn't want to break up with him, so suggested we go visit his dad for the long 4th of July weekend. His dad was a really sweet man and had always made me feel welcome on past visits and I knew Scott really enjoyed spending time with him.

I thought it might help our relationship if we got away for a little while. We got to his place in the hills in mid-morning and within an hour were hanging around the pool laughing and talking. I could see Scott already beginning to relax. We spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool and had an early dinner on the patio. The view was gorgeous with the sun going down.

After a couple of drinks I wished the guys goodnight and headed off to my room. Scott's father had set up us in separate bedrooms, as was his custom whenever we visited. He had a beautiful home and the bedrooms had private baths and huge picture windows overlooking the mountains. Scott's father never bothered to put curtains up in the bedrooms telling us that he thought the view was too beautiful to be curtained off. There were no neighbors, so there really wasn't any problem with privacy.

I was a little nervous getting undressed without curtains on my first visit, but had quickly gotten used to it. Once I got to my room, I got undressed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I finished my shower and was drying off, I thought I heard a noise outside on the deck.

I shut off the light and peeked out the bathroom window. There was Scott father in the shadows looking in my bedroom window. I couldn't believe it. I figured he had probably already seen me naked when I undressed for the shower. I wrapped myself in my towel and walked back out into the bedroom and shut off the lights. I put on a T-shirt and got into bed.

I had a hard time going to sleep that night. I wanted to tell Scott but felt that would have been a mistake. I thought he would have felt obliged to defend his father. The next morning when I went down to breakfast, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to face Scott's father Michael. But when I got down there, he was as friendly and sweet as always. I was confused, I guess I expected him to act like some sort of deranged pervert leering at me at every opportunity. He was the same as always and all day I watched to see if I could catch him staring or acting differently. Nothing, he was just a very nice man. That night I shut the lights off before getting dressed for bed and went to bathroom to look out and saw him there in the shadow watching my window. I really didn't know what to think about it.

The next day was the 4th of July. We had planned to hang around the house and pool all day and have dinner with Michael, then shower, get dressed and go to a party at one of Scott's old friends house. I spent the day watching Michael and thinking about him. He was around 65 and retired. His wife had died a couple of years earlier. He was a handsome man and very personable. I didn't understand why he wasn't seeing anyone else.

During the course of the day I asked Scott about it. He said his father had been devastated by his mom's death and Scott didn't think he ever wanted to go through anything like that again and so kept to himself. We spent the day drinking, laughing and in general having a lot of fun. Michael put some salmon steaks on the grill and brought out a nice bottle of wine. We talked about our plans for the evening; Michael was planning to visit some friends in town. By the time dinner was over it was a little after 9:00pm and I excused myself to go shower and change for the party. Michael said he had to get ready as well and asked Scott to clean up.

I went to my room, kicked off my shoes and went into the bathroom to check if Bob was out there. Sure enough he showed up just as I looked out the window. I had decided during the day that he was pretty harmless and if he enjoyed watching, then so be it. I drank more wine at dinner than I normally would and had a pretty good buzz. I needed it for the courage; I had never deliberately exposed myself like this before. I went back into the bedroom laid out some clothes on the bed, then turned to face the window. I started to unbutton my shirt.

My fingers were shaking as I undid each button and then slid the shirt off my shoulders. I then unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled out of them. I picked up the clothes folding them slowly and then putting them in the closet. I walked back toward the window taking off my jewelry and putting it on the table just in front of the window. I reached behind and unhooked my bra and slowly let fall from my shoulders and off my breasts. My nipples were hard, they are very large anyway and when hard like this, well let's just say they looked really huge. My breasts are a firm 32b, not terribly big, but they look ok on my tiny frame. I'm only 5' tall and probably weigh 95 lbs.

I slid my fingers into the sides of my panties and slid them down over my hips and down my legs until I could step out of them. I floused my hair a little bit and spent a moment looking like I was trying to decide about the clothes I had laid out on the bed. I was pretty excited to be showing off like that. I finally went to take my shower. I spent a long time in the shower trying to decide what else I could do. I was surprised to find myself enjoying this. I finished my shower and went back into the bedroom to towel off and dry my hair. While I was drying my hair, I decided what I would do. My hands shook, I was amazed at my own audacity. When I finished drying my hair.

I turned the chair to face the window; there were some bright lights just above the window that lit me nicely. I took out a razor, shaving cream and a little dish of water and got ready to give myself a bikini trim. I was really nervous and excited as I spread my legs apart. I applied the shaving cream slowly. My hands were shaking so much I was afraid I might cut myself. I was doing the trim when I decided to surprise Scott and shave myself totally. I shaved all the hair from above and the sides before getting to the details. I had to open myself up to get all the tendrils of hair. I opened the lips as needed to get everything trimmed. I did it all very slowly, lingering as I shaved around my clitoris making sure to pull the hood back a couple of times.

I was so excited by this time that every time I touched it, I could feel ripples in my belly. I rinsed the remaining cream off and dried myself off. I got some lotion to rub in and I did that slowly as well, making certain to open up to get every part of me. I was so excited by this point, but I figured I'd better start getting dressed or Scott would be in to find out what was taking so long. I finally stood up and slid a pair of thong panties on. I decided not to wear a bra and put on a silk blouse and a skirt. I was feeling very sexy. I hoped my nipples would soften up so they wouldn't be so prominent. I was just finishing putting on some makeup when Scott came into the room.

He said his father had left about a 45 minutes ago and we had the house to ourselves for a little bit before we left for the party. He leaned over and gave me a kiss. I knew what he wanted and I did too, but not here in front of his father. I didn't know what to do! Scott hadn't been too interested in sex over the past few months and I didn't want to discourage him, but on the other hand I had already given my show for the night and this was more than I had planned on. I asked Scott if we should go to another room. He didn't want to, just in case his dad came home.

He slid a hand into my blouse and kissed me hard. I couldn't believe what was going to happen. He turned me toward the window and told me how sexy I looked in the reflection of the window. He started to unbutton my blouse from behind me while kissing and nibbling on my neck. I tried to turn away from the window but he held me firm and opened my blouse and started squeezing and pulling on my nipples, caressing my breasts and kissing me the whole time. I was already so turned on, I didn't really resist but did want to shut off the lights.

Scott wanted to leave them on and just ignored my pleas for darkness. He undid my skirt and it slid to my feet. I was still standing with Scott behind me facing the window. I knew his dad could see everything that was happening. It must have looked like a huge TV screen from his side of the window. I knew that I was going to have sex in front of this man outside my window and there was nothing I was going to do to stop it from happening. Scott slid my panties down to my knees and then pushed me back onto the bed, pulling my panties the rest of the way off. As he looked at the shaven me, I meekly said "surprise".

He smiled and stared at me as he got undressed and climbed onto the bed. He kneeled next to my head and put himself into my mouth. He was also very excited, he held my head and started pumping into my mouth. In less than a minute, he came. After he was done, He leaned over and spread my legs wide and started to work his magic on me with his tongue and fingers. I was still wide open facing the window and Scott was making me crazy. I started to suck on him again, hard trying to take all of him into my mouth. I was losing control and was forgetting everything else but the looming orgasm.

Just as I was getting ready to go over the edge, Scott stopped and lay back on the bed, pulling me toward him. He propped some pillows up behind him and as I climbed on top of him, he turned me around facing the window and away from him. He lifted me up and slid himself into me, he told me he loved how I looked in the reflection of the window riding him, it was like watching video of us. He was watching our reflection in the window and playing with my breasts as I moved up and down on him.

Scott pulled me back to lie on him moving his hands pulling me even more open and forcing the hood back from my clitoris. He started to do slow rotations on it. I was so close, that's all it took. I started to orgasm; I was thrusting my hips wildly while laying back on him. He was pulling my nipples hard while squeezing them, I was wild and he couldn't hold back and started shooting into me. I milked him, squeezing and releasing as I slid back and forth on him. I was weak from the orgasm and just lay back catching my breath calming down. I remembered where I was and who was watching and the view he had just then. I started to climb off but Scott held me saying that he just wanted to lay like this for a little while. It felt so good.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes longer, him rubbing my breasts while I was squeezing him gently with my pussy as I felt him soften inside of me. I finally climbed off him with a soft pop as he pulled out of me and went into the bathroom. I looked out the window and sure enough Michael was still out there. I took a quick shower, went back into the room and slowly dressed facing the window the entire time. Scott told me he loved my new shaved look and how hot it made him to watch us having sex in the reflection of the window. He had imagined people were out there watching and it was getting him hot again just watching me get dressed in front of the window. If only he knew we really did have a spectator, he would have been shocked.

The next day we left early, Michael told us how much he had enjoyed our visit and seeing us together made him think he should start looking for a girlfriend. Maybe I did do some good after all. As we leaving, he leaned into my side of the car gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered that we should come back soon, he really had enjoyed my company. I'm sure my face must have turned 3 shades of red as I thanked him.



The Window



Roger and his family moved into the house next door when we were both ten years old and we've been best friends ever since. I've always thought that we were like mirror images: we sort of look the same, although I have dark hair and he's blonde; we both have one sister, they're each a year younger than us; we have normal, boring parents who are practically interchangeable; even our houses look alike, a pair of large, squarish, two-story homes in the middle of a crowded street. But if we are mirror images, Roger is the real one; I'm the reflection. He leads, I follow.

He seems to speed through life without effort; I can only plod along behind him at my own pace. While this is true about everything we do, it's especially true when it comes to women - he is more experienced than I'll ever be. We're nineteen years old but Roger is like a wise and dirty old man. He's always telling me stories and giving me advice. Sometimes he even lets me watch.

There's a large window in my bedroom, which is on the top floor of my house; by coincidence it is exactly opposite to the window in Roger's bedroom next door. When we were kids we discovered that, due to the shape of our houses and the distance between them, nobody else could see into our windows, either from the ground or from any other window. It was a secret connection between us, and it was pretty cool when we were kids; when we grew up, it was Roger's idea to leave his curtains open and his lights on when he had a girl in his room. It didn't happen that often, since it was usually hard for him to sneak a girl into his house, but when Roger would tell me that the possibilities were good, that night I would be in my room, lights out, sitting by my window, watching.

A few weeks ago, as I was getting ready for bed, I realized that this hadn't happened in a long time. I thought that maybe we had forgotten about our arrangement; Roger hadn't mentioned it lately, and I hadn't asked. I couldn't even remember the last time I had looked out my window, I almost always keep my shades down. So that night, just for the hell of it, I pulled up my shades.

Roger's curtains were open and his lights were on. He was with a girl. They were both naked. He was sitting on his bed and the girl was sucking his dick.

So Roger hadn't forgotten about our windows. But why didn't he say anything to me? His curtains would be closed if he didn't want me to watch. Did he want me to discover this on my own? I wondered what he was up to.

The girl took Roger's dick out of her mouth and stood up. That's when I saw her face - it was Becky, Roger's sister.

Holy shit. He was having sex with his sister. And he wanted me to see it?

I've always considered Becky to be pretty hot; I also considered her to be off limits, being Roger's sister. How's that for irony? She has long blonde hair, a thin waist, and rather big breasts. She's good friends with my sister Rachel. I wondered if Rachel knew anything about this. I wondered how long it had been going on. I wondered why, dammit, why was he having sex with his sister? It was completely unexpected.

Becky climbed onto the bed, on her elbows and knees, her ass in the air. She was looking at the window, her face resting against the mattress, almost looking straight at me, but my room was dark, she couldn't see me. Roger stood up behind her and slowly eased his dick into her pussy. Becky closed her eyes and arched her back, her tits brushing against the sheets.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped. It was Rachel, standing in my doorway. I had forgotten to close my door.

"Uhh," I said, like an idiot. My sister must have passed my room on her way from the bathroom; she was wearing a long shirt, ready for bed.

"What are you watching?" she asked, walking into my room.

I should have pulled down the shades then. I could have easily pulled them down before my sister saw anything. I didn't. I'm not sure why.

Rachel stood next to me by the window. "Oh, it's Roger," she said, not impressed. "He's such a horndog." She laughed and poked me in the shoulder. "He opens his curtains so you can watch? That is so sick!" Then she looked closer. "Wait - that's Becky! He's fucking his sister!"

"Sshhh," I said, but there was no way our parents could hear us; their bedroom was downstairs on the other side of the house.

"What the hell are they doing?" she said. "How can they do that?"

I shrugged in the dark. "I don't know."

"How long has this been going on?"

"I don't know! This is the first time I've seen them do it," I said.

"It's disgusting," she said. But she didn't leave; she just stood beside me, watching.

Roger was getting into a rhythm, one foot on the bed, the other on the floor, pausing before each thrust, his dick nudging against her pussy, then sliding it in, burying his dick, and then slowly inching it out. Becky gripped the side of the bed, throwing her head back with each stroke, her body shuddering, looking like she was holding back a scream as her brother slowly fucked her.

"How can they do that?" Rachel said quietly.

Roger suddenly pulled out and flipped Becky onto her back. She smiled as Roger stretched himself over her and kissed her. He kissed Becky's breasts, holding them in his hands, squeezing them together. She wrapped her legs around Roger's back as he sucked her nipples.

"It's so sick," my sister said.

Roger sat up, his hands on Becky's knees, holding her legs open. He said something to her, his dick bobbing over her pussy. Becky had a blush that was creeping down her chest. Roger kept talking to her, pushing her legs wider, running his fingers along the inside of her thighs. Becky answered him, nodding her head, biting her lip. Finally Roger stuck his dick into her pussy. Becky opened her mouth wide; Roger clamped his hand over her mouth, stifling her scream, and he didn't miss a beat, his hips thrusting faster and harder than before.

"I suppose this is turning you on," my sister said. I looked at her in the dim light; she had a hand between her legs.

Everything suddenly clicked into focus.

I was standing beside my sister. I was wearing only a pair of shorts. She was wearing a long shirt, her legs bare. We were watching a brother and sister having sex. And my sister was touching herself.

My cute sister, her face lit by the glow next door, her body inches away from me. My dirty sister, rubbing her pussy, excited by what she was seeing.

I knew what was going to happen. Was this what she wanted? Was this what I wanted? I felt like it was all out of my control.

She leaned against me. I could feel the heat coming off her body. Her eyes never left the window. I put my arm around her waist. She melted against me, both of us facing the window, her hand still between her legs. She rubbed her body against the hard lump in my shorts.

"Look at Becky," Rachel whispered. Becky had her legs wide, her arms over her head as Roger humped her. "Look at how much she likes it." Becky was thrashing under Roger's body, a look of wild pleasure on her face. "She's such a slut."

I slid my hand underneath her hand and pressed down. She moaned, her body shaking. She lifted her shirt. I was rubbing her through her panties, I could feel how wet she was. She took off her shirt. I cupped one of her breasts. She leaned back into me. Her body was so warm. She reached into my shorts. I felt her hand wrap around my dick. I slipped my hand into her panties. My fingers circled her pussy as she stroked my dick.

"Maybe she's always wanted to fuck her brother," my sister said.

I took off her panties. Rachel leaned forward, put her elbows on the window sill. I dropped my shorts. She spread her legs. I had to lift her off the floor to reach her pussy. She propped her knee on the dresser next to the window. I held her other leg. She was spread wide open, suspended over the floor. Her whole body was vibrating. I slid my dick into her pussy.

She was tight and wet. I sank my dick all the way, filling her pussy. It felt incredible, my dick throbbing in my sister's pussy, my hands holding her body. Rachel was breathing hard, fogging up the window, but I could still see out, I could see Roger fucking his sister. He was going fast, pounding into Becky; I was going slow, I fucked Rachel gently, with long smooth strokes, her pussy squeezing my dick. Suddenly Roger sat up, his dick in his fist; he came all over Becky, spraying her breasts and her gasping face. I went on, thrusting into my sister, going a little faster now, rocking her against the window. I watched Roger and Becky; she was licking come from her face, he was feeding it to her with his fingers. The pressure was building, I was going faster, Rachel was moaning, she was getting hotter, wetter, and I couldn't last much longer. I saw Roger get up and walk to his door; he peered out his window, as if he was checking up on me, then he turned off his lights. The darkness hit us and I exploded, I pulled out of Rachel and shot my load, my dick pumping over her back. Rachel's hand flew to her pussy, bringing herself off, and I put my hand to her pussy too, our fingers slipping over each other, her pussy overflowing, her body squirming in my arms, a scream in her throat, until it was finally over, and she settled down, relaxed.

I set Rachel down on the floor. She was panting, still bent over against the window. I took an old shirt of mine from the floor and wiped off her back. Her breathing slowed. She gathered her shirt and panties and stood up.

"This never happened," she said, her back to me. "Just...never mention it, ok?" She walked halfway to the door, then stopped and walked back. She stood in front of me in the dark, touched my face, and lightly kissed me. "It was pretty good though," she whispered, and she left.

It was a long night. I replayed what happened over and over in my head, but I couldn't understand it. I had to agree with Rachel - it was pretty good. But what had we done? Was it a huge mistake? How would this work out? I didn't know how things would go from here. I figured I would just have to talk to Roger.

The next morning Rachel wouldn't even look at me; she quickly finished her breakfast and left early for school. I had some time before I had to leave for work, so I waited for Roger outside his house. He acted normal as he came out; I acted normal as I greeted him. Everything was perfectly normal - except for the bizarre secret that both of us held.

Roger worked on his car that morning. I hung out in his garage, looking around, making sure nobody could hear us. I was also trying to decide what to say. Finally I just blurted out a question.

"How long have you been fucking your sister?"

"Aha!" he said, pointing his finger at me and grinning. "You finally saw us. Took you long enough. We've been doing it for a week or so."

"And you wanted me to see it?"

Roger laughed. "Why not? I told Becky that you're the only one who can see in my window. She gets really excited thinking you might be watching."

"But why are you having sex with your sister? How did it start?"

"I don't know - it just happened. We were home alone one night. One thing led to another. And man, let me tell you, it's the best sex I've ever had."

I sighed; I knew what he meant.

"Hey, don't tell me you don't approve," Roger said, misunderstanding my reaction. "We're just having fun. It might be immoral, but that's a lot of bullshit anyway. There's nothing wrong with what we're doing."

"I just don't know what to think," I told him.

He shrugged and went back to working on his car.

"My sister saw you too," I finally said.

"No way! What did she say?"

"It wasn't so much what she said." And I told him about last night.

"Yes! Yes!" he said, pumping his fist. "I knew it! I knew you would get the idea once you saw us."

"It wasn't my idea. It was Rachel's. I think."

"How was it? Was it good?"

I thought about last night, as I held her off the floor, as I slipped my dick inside her, as I made love to my sister. "It was unbelievable," I said.

"Oh man, I have to tell Becky."

"No, no, no, no," I said. "No way. Rachel will kill me."

"Hey - don't worry. Whatever she said last night, she'll want to do it again. She'll be back in your room tonight, I'm sure of it. Have your lights on and your shades up. Tell her that you told me all about it, and that I told Becky, and that we're watching from our window. You'll see - she'll be all over you."

It was all true, everything he said - how does he know these things? I didn't see Rachel that afternoon, and she avoided me all evening; later that night she slipped into my bedroom. I was sitting on my bed with the lights on; she saw the shades up in the window, and she understood. She closed her eyes for a moment, leaning against my door; then she took off her shirt. She was completely naked underneath. She was so beautiful. She came up to me and sat in my lap, straddling me.

"Let them watch," she said in my ear.

We kissed, our first real kiss. She worked off my shorts as our tongues slid together. I leaned back as she lowered herself onto my dick. She rode me, her hands against my chest, bouncing up and down on my bed. I touched her stomach, her breasts, her face, amazed by my sister, wondering why I had never noticed how truly beautiful she was. She never looked at the window while we were doing it; I looked at it once, but I could only see my reflection, and the reflection of my sister on top of me. We were in our own world, a timeless world, her body endlessly moving over mine. Eventually she started coming, started squealing, started bouncing faster, and I tried to hold on, my dick sliding in and out of her gushing pussy, holding back until she was finished, but it went on and on, she was coming over and over. Just when I couldn't take any more she jumped off me, put her lips around my dick; I came immediately, flooding her mouth, her tongue milking me, draining me, and she swallowed every drop. I rolled my sister onto her back and opened her legs, licking the juices from her pussy. She whimpered as she came once more.

"This is really strange, isn't it?" I asked her afterwards. We were lying on my bed; the lights were still on, I was too tired to get up.

"Yeah, you could say that," Rachel answered. "I had a long talk with Becky today. She kept telling me there's nothing wrong with what we're doing. I'm sure that's what her brother told her." She turned to me and said, "I swear, Roger is a bad influence on some people."

Some nights it's Roger and Becky with their lights on, other nights it's Rachel and me. It's been going on like that for some time now. The sex has been incredible, but I'm still not sure how things will work out. I mean, what about the future? We can't keep doing this forever. I don't know - maybe Roger will think of something.



The Window



Erotic Fiction for adults only. Can be freely copied and distributed as is (complete with this header), but not as part of any fee paying service. If you archive it please let me have access to the archive. Email me if you have comments or if you have any constructive criticism. By scarlett minx (c) 

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I groaned in the dark, the strain of the past couple of hours showing on my face. I gazed out the picture window in the bedroom, grateful for the velvety darkness which kept me concealed from the view of the occasional passerby on the street or from the apartments in the adjacent building. Already, my shoulders felt like the muscles were burning, the result of my arms being tied out-stretched, hands raised slightly above my head. Not too high, oh no, that would have ruined Bambi's little 'celebration'. Instead, she had tied my hands just to where I could withstand the strain for a longer period of time.

The bondage rack I was tied to was inclined slightly, so that I could lean back and rest my legs. Bambi had cuffed my ankles to the edge of the table, spreading my legs and exposing my shaved sex. My legs were wide enough so that had the table not be tilted to support me, I would have been unable to stand for this long. Of course, whenever I did lean back against the rack, the freshly flogged skin of my backside would rub against the coarse wool covering she had nailed to its surface. Already the swollen sensitive skin of my ass and back felt chaffed and raw. At least no one could see me, tied and helpless, a vibrating plug shoved deep into my rectum, a butterfly vibrator strapped to my front, situated just atop my tender clit. My pussy had not escaped the whip's attention earlier. Indeed, Bambi delighted in hearing me beg for her to stop as she plied the leather straps to my inner thighs and pubic mound. She had started slowly, letting the anticipation build between strokes, to where I didn't know whether to beg for her to hurry or to stop. She had strapped me to just short of an orgasm, leaving me shaking in pain and need. 

I was instructed to step into a harness which was buckled around my waist. A butterfly vibrator was attached, resting over my clit, the pressure alone bringing me pleasure before she turned it on. The battery pack and control box was clipped to the harness. Next, a large plug was roughly inserted into my ass, making me shiver from the feeling of fullness in my bowels. This too had a battery pack which was attached to the leather harness around my hips. She slipped a silk sash over my eyes as a blindfold, and spun me around until I was dizzy. Grabbing the chain connecting my pierced nipples, she led me into her bedroom. She backed me into the rack, immobilizing my arms and legs with leather cuffs. She moved away, and I could hear her moving around, doing something. I smiled, thinking that we were going to have a light scene before we went out to celebrate our one-year anniversary. After a few minutes, she removed the blindfold. Bright light from the overhead track lighting stabbed at my eyes, making me turn my head and blink the tears from my eyes. 

"I love my present, Robyn." she remarked, holding up the necklace I had given her. "Now let me show you the first part of yours." She lifted a metallic phallus up to my face. It was cylindrical with a gently rounded tip, similar to her favorite vibrator. I could see my reflection in its smooth mirror-like surface. "Like it? I know it may look a little plain, but I think you will learn to appreciate its special features. See the little ring in the base?" she asked, turning the dildo so I could see. "I had made special for tonight, little one. It is made from stainless steel with a lead core, feel how heavy it is." she remarked. Bambi stroked my cheeks and lips with its rounded tip. It felt solid and heavy. "Kiss it," she ordered. I kissed the tip, sucking and nuzzling it with my lips to please her. "Very pretty, Minx. I think you will enjoy this," she chuckled. Bambi reached down and removed the chain from the ring in my left nipple. The loose end of the chain was threaded through the ring in the base of the dildo and then reattached to the nipple ring. She slowly lowered the dildo until it was suspended by the chain. The weight was incredible and I cried out in pain as I felt it mercilessly pull at my nipples. 

"Please Mistress, I can't take this! It's too much weight!!"

"Nonsense, it may be more than I usually use, but it is only about three pounds. Don't be such a baby, dear." This last was said with a hint of amusement as I gasped in pain, my nipples stretched painfully. I could feel the fiery agony radiate out from them, spreading throughout my breasts to the rest of my body. "Do you want me to make the pain go away, little baby girl?" she cooed into my ear.

"God yes, please Bambi," I begged.

"OK, for you. Open your mouth." She lifted the dildo and I moaned with relief as that terrible weight was removed from my red, swollen nipples. "Now hold this tight, you don't want to let it drop," she laughed. The dildo was slipped into my mouth, its slick surface sliding past my lips easily. Since it was smooth, I had to hold it by pressing my lips together and sucking. The flawless surface didn't allow my teeth to find any purchase. I could feel its heavy weight acutely as I struggled to hold it in my mouth. The chain through the base prevented me from lifting my head up too far without tugging at my nipples. I could barely tilt my head enough to hold it up straight. Even that sent fresh jolts of pain through my nipples. 

"Now, I know you wanted to go out tonight and celebrate, but I have other plans. That gorgeous brunette in the other building is having a party and invited us over. I told Diana you couldn't make it since you were 'tied up' with something." She snickered at her pun and at the pain and betrayal she read on my face. "But don't worry, since her apartment is directly across from ours, you will be able to see us and not feel too left out," she remarked as she went to open the drapes that covered the large picture window.

I panicked at the thought of her opening the drapes, revealing our little scene to the public. I knew that I would be able to be seen by anyone in the apartment building adjacent to ours or on the street that ran between them. "UUUMMMMNNNNN!!!" I moaned, shaking my head, heedless of the agony it caused as I pulled on the chain.

"No? Are you afraid everyone will see what a nasty little slut my Minx is?"

"MMMMMMMM!!" I nodding my head.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" she asked, clearly enjoying my distress. "I tell you what. I will turn out the lights so no one will be able to make out your.." she paused, "condition." This way, you can still enjoy the view. Maybe you will see me and Diana get better acquainted." The look I shot her was pure malevolence. "Jealous, Robyn?"

I refused to give her any further satisfaction. 

"Well, now here is where it gets fun, Minx. See this string? One end is tied to the light switch." She tied the other end to the chain running between my breasts. "If you let that heavy dildo fall, besides the pain, it will turn on the lights and let everyone see. All you have to do is hold it up and all will be well. Now I know you aren't happy about me leaving you here while I go out to have fun but I will make it fun for you too." With that she reached down and turned on the plug and vibrator. I gasped as the powerful vibrations sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body. The dildo started to slip from between my teeth and I frantically lifted my chin and sucked in, pressing my lips together. This pulled the chain tight and brought fresh tears to my eyes as my nipples absorbed this new punishment. "Trouble so soon? It may be a long night for you then." With this, she turned off the lights and pulled open the drapes. The fear of exposure combined with the vibrations on my clit and in my ass served to excite me and send fresh moisture trickling down my thighs. "Enjoy yourself Robyn, but don't cum too hard. Ha-ha. By the way, I will need to borrow your cell phone, is that OK?" As if I could tell her no!

I heard her get ready, finally leaving me in the dark, with only the sound of the buzzing vibrators and my ragged breathing through my nose. Tears of anger and frustration trickled down my cheeks as I thought of how she had left me here on our special night. Between my legs, tears of a different nature were rolling down my thighs as the vibrators worked their magic. Already I was breathing heavier as the echoes of pleasures resounded through my body. I watched helplessly as a couple walked arm in arm down the street. I prayed the darkness and shadows would prevent them from seeing me in my exposed condition. I was worried that the moonlight coming in the window would be enough to let them make out my bound form. While I dreaded the exposure, the thought of being seen like this by my neighbors played on my secret exhibitionist fantasies. Already, I could feel my first orgasm begin to build. I desperately tried to fight it but the combination of pain, suffering and erotic vibrations were too much for me.

"UUUhhhhhhhh. MMMMMMMm AAAAAAAFFFFFddddddd!!!" I squealed around the heavy dildo as my first orgasm thundered through me.

Now, a couple of hours later, my body ached from the prolonged torment. My shoulders and neck burned from the strain of holding the heavy dildo up. My jaw seemed paralyzed as my jaw muscles slowly lost their strength. I struggled to keep from letting the vibrators take me over the edge again. As the humming continued, I tried everything I could to take my mind off the sweet vibrations. Tensing only made me feel them more intensely, while remaining relaxed only let them work their deviltry more freely. I strained against the shackles as my body began to betray me again. Already I had two additional orgasms, narrowly avoiding letting the dildo drop by tilting my head back. My nipples smarted, the pain transforming into a sharp stinging sensation that would not leave. 

I was drooling uncontrollably, the metallic taste of the steel phallus filling my mouth. Saliva leaked from the corners of my mouth, running down the base of the dildo and off my chin. I was sweating, and my wet inner thighs gave evidence to my unwanted arousal. I had given up trying to keep silent, an endless series of moans and groans echoed in the bedroom. Already I could feel another orgasm building. To make matters worse, I could see the lights of the adjacent apartments as my neighbors went about their evening routines. I could see the party going on, several times catching a glimpse of a very familiar silhouette. Was it my imagination, or did I see her looking my way, pointing out my window to the other party guests. I caught myself thrusting my hips, trying to fuck the vibrators teasing me towards another release. I could only imagine at the commotion that would ensue if the lights came on, revealing me to all my neighbors.

Suddenly, my reverie was broken by the sound of keys in the front door. "She's home" I thought, happy that my torment was almost over. I was prepared to beg and plead, anything for release from this insidious torture. I whimpered as I felt the butterfly vibrator scrape across the surface of my swollen clit as I fidgeted. The sound of the door closing and the keys in the lock made me wonder if she was leaving again. I could hear something inside the apartment but it didn't sound like her. Just then, the phone rang. I heard the answering machine pick up and then Bambi's voice came over the speakers.

"Hi Robyn, having fun yet? The party is great, and Diana says she is very hurt that you said you were too busy to come over." I could hear the sounds of music and laughter in the background as she spoke. "I had Mr. Thomas from downstairs deliver the other part of your present. I wouldn't want you to get lonely. Oops, I have to go, Minx. Someone is setting up a telescope of the balcony and I want to show everyone your apartment. Bye sweetie."

I could hear someone or something moving through the apartment. Fear and anticipation fought with the physical pleasure I was feeling. I heard a clicking sound as something walked across the hardwood floor. In the dim moonlight coming through the window, I could see a huge black dog walk in front of me, sniffing the air. He seemed to be smelling the scent of my juices and sweat as it trickled down my legs. I watched in horrified fascination as he licked several droplets off the floor. Gazing up at me with his mysterious black eyes, I saw him lick his chops and appear to grin at me. The silver moonlight glistened off his shiny black coat, looking like streaks of frost on black velvet. 

"Go away doggie, please god, go away." I thought. I tried to squirm and frighten him off but he seemed to watch my struggles with amusement. He dipped his shaggy head and licked the trail of musky juices that had run down to my ankle. "UUUMMMMMMmmmm" I squealed as I felt his hot rough tongue begin to lick up my leg. "Oh god no, please, not this" I mentally screamed as that warm tongue licked higher and higher. I was trembling on the edge of a tremendous orgasm as the pleasure and shame of what was happening filled my mind. As I felt his tongue lick at the bottom of my dripping crease, it was too much for me. As lights exploded in front of my glazed eyes, I thrashed as much as the cuffs would let me, pumping my hips, my ass slamming against the rack to drive the plug deeper into my ass. As my rational thoughts left me, I remembered the feeling of the phallus slip from between my lips as my slack jaw relaxed. I barely felt the fresh blossom of pain as the chain connecting my nipples tugged them cruelly downward. The last thing I heard was the loud click as the string pulled on the light switch.

The End (?)

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The Window



his night was passing as many have, quietly and alone. The rental cabin, a refuge for lovers seeking privacy was no different to him than any other, four walls that bound him with his loneliness. The taste of tequila still lingers, with the familiar warmth, his friend. 

There was no peace here for him and his demons closed in on him. No distractions could sway them. Pacing around the room, hoping that sleep might take him soon, he is at the window. Looking out he sees the moon has risen, mostly full it shines down on this dark corner of the earth. As dreams of past fantasies momentarily call him, he looks inward, where he has found peace many times. 

Unseeing eyes look out while visions play in his mind. The reel is done now and life's reality comes back to him and he realizes he is looking into the window of the next cabin. As focus forms, Her shape and nakedness are there, as his eyes play on Her and stop on Her face his embarrassment of discovery shocks him. Her face holds no quarter for him as She yanks her curtains closed. his shame takes him to the bed, now yet another woman has misunderstood him as he hangs his head. 

When will sleep call him to provide him just a bit of peace. his painful silence is broken by the intent rapping. With a jump he moves to the door opening it to find Her there. Trying to begin his apology for an unintended consequence She cuts into him. Her words wound his soul as She rails him.

After She has paused he meekly begins, i am sorry, Ma'am i was looking to the moon and...... Her words bite him and his head is now low ,when She pauses, why are you even here tonight? This is a place where lovers meet and I see you are alone? 

Ma'am i was traveling and this is but a waystop, he says. Seeing his demeanor and sensing things about him She asks are you married? No Ma'am this one has no Mistress, he adds. You are a sub, She asks.

Ma'am i meant no intrusion, i was not meaning to look into your room, it was an accident. Answer my question, She demands. Yes Ma'am, i am sub, one day i hope to be taken as slave by a Mistress, one that i might worship with all that is in me. 

So sub, you would peek in my window, She asked? No Ma'am i was not meaning to, i was just.... Silence sub, my window was open, I should have closed the curtain, Her words. My own sub has gone, She says, he was to be here tonight and he called to say that he is leaving me. he has found another and has been seeing Her also, he would not come and tell Me face to face. 

May i say that i am sorry, Ma'am? i do not know you, but i know the pain, he said. She looked at him, trying to gauge him, sub what is your name? dennis, Ma'am, his reply. sub, come to my room, i want to know more of you, My night is wasted and perhaps you can amuse me, I could use some cheering up and it looks as though you could some cheering too, noting the tequila bottle. 

With that they moved next door, she allowed him to sit in a chair as he told Her of his life. Where he has lived and traveled, his experiences and how and when he came to the realization of his place in life. She asked questions and probed for details till She was satisfied, all the while studying his face as if looking for truth or lies in his words. his words at an end he paused, Ma'am thank you for listening to this one, i am sorry that i am not good company tonight. 

he started to rise, when Her words stopped him, sub, I have not allowed you to leave. She moved to stand in front of him, silently weighing Her intent. Stand sub, she ordered. he stood before her, head bowed and eyes cast downward. you have viewed my flesh sub and I feel that I shall have the same from you. Now, remove your clothing. 

With a quick glance to Her face before looking away his hands unsteadily began to unbutton his shirt. Moving slowly as She watched silently he slid it from him, he pushed off his shoes and unzipped his pants. They slid from him and he steeped out of them, feeling awkward he paused, but Her words caught him, now the boxers sub. Now they too were on the floor as She viewed him, take those socks off sub, I said all your clothes. 

he now was naked before Her, hands at side, head bowed as the silence rang through the room, each beat of his heart ringing like a bell. After an eternity She moved to him, her fingernails started at his chest, scraping little lines down him, across his belly as She toyed with him. his body trembled at Her touch and his breath stopped as Her hand circled his limp cock. She began to stroke him and his body began to respond as Her hand slipped around his balls, circling them She asked, do you like, sub? 

his words were sputtered as he answered Her, while Her hand returned to his cock. his hardness now there She stepped back to view him, sub look at me, and he raised his eyes to see Her face. My body craves, She said, you will be my toy tonight, do you understand me? 

Yes, Ma'am, he said and with that She opened Her robe and Her beauty was revealed to him, wide spaced firm breasts with nipples of bright pink, Her smooth skin the color of alabaster and down between Her legs a very small line of closely cropped hair over Her beautiful lips. Graceful legs with sinewy slender that seemed to go on forever.

Her robe slipped from her and the glory of Her body struck him and he flinched. With cat-like grace She moved to him, Her fingertip now catching a drop of honey from his cock. She took it to her lips and tasted of him, Her smile broadening upon seeing his stolen glance. 

He unsteadily reached out to Her, cupping Her breast while his other hand slid behind Her, rubbing Her back. with tender kneading he enjoyed Her and rolled Her nipple between his finger and thumb. She gave him a small reaction and he bent to suck on her bud. his lips caressed her nipple, lovingly he sucked it as his other hand explored Her. Her ass was high and firm as his fingers moved, circling to Her front Her legs opened to his approach. 

He traced her outer lips with his finger as Her body moved to his touch. Suddenly She pushed him back and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed. She leaned back on the edge as he knelt on the floor between her legs. Using his arms he spread her wider and with delicate touch he began to explore her softest flesh. his fingers spread her swelling lips and her bud called to him. 

With deliberate slowness he circled her clit with his tongue, gently brushing it as Her body moved. With tenderness his tongue explored Her inner lips, lifting and separating before plunging inside. Her juices now flowing he licked Her, his attention returning to Her clit, now swollen and demanding. Alternating between sucking and licking he worked Her as Her body neared it's edge. 

His nibbling Her clit between his teeth timed with his fingers thrust into Her pussy brought forth Her shudders as She grabbed his head and pushed him further into Her. Pulling back slightly he tried to not miss a drop of Her nectar. With determined effort he continued on Her as She again exploded quickly after the first, with his fingers fucking Her and his mouth's relentless sucking of Her clit Her orgasms began to run together. 

She finally pushed him back and sat up, her beauty still spread before him. sub you please me well, get up on the bed. She pushed him backwards on the bed and looked at him, her hand stroking his cock. Seeing his need deep in his eyes She told him, I will tell you when to cum, sub as She bent and took him in Her mouth, the trail of honey from Her lips as She paused to look up at his face. 

With a lingering kiss She got up and went to Her bag and returned to place a small lasso around the base of his cock, securing it snugly. Straddling him now She guided Him into Her wetness, Her heat enveloping him and he thought he would cum then but he bit his lip and held on. Her rhythm of motion, the circling as She did was trying him. Her muscles were pumping him as he tried to match Her strokes but She was like an animal. 

He cried out, please Mistress, may i cum? No sub, not yet, Her words as She took him, Her fingers dipping down between Her legs and touching him on the upstroke and rubbing her clit, it was too much when finally She said, now! sub, as his juices spurt while Her orgasm fired strongly, Her spasming muscles rippling on his cock. 

She paused momentarily wiggling for side to side on his cock, Her fingers traced his lips as Her smile played across He face. Beginning again She begin to ride him Her variations of stroke and speed kept him guessing as he tried to match Her. Now with his release it allowed him more freedom and he pursued Her more, bucking upward to meet Her as She fucked his cock. 

Dipping Her fingers in Her sweet juices She rubbed his lips and he sucked her fingers. Her orgasms were many as She rode him, the little lasso keeping him hard as She used him. his body exhausted and drained when She finally slipped off him and lay beside him. To his surprise She favored him with a kiss, eagerly taking him and his need responding. Their kiss was sweet and then spent, they lay there. Good sub, you make a nice toy She said. Releasing the lasso She allowed him to rest. 

he did not notice that he had drifted off but was awakened later by Her tossing his clothes onto him. Get up sub, time for you to go. She was already dressed and stood watching him as he put on his clothes. you have pleased me sub, you will make a good sub to someone when you find your true one. I want to thank you for a good night and if you leave your number I may call you from time to time to see how your quest goes. 

Be well and never give up, sub. With that She kissed him, their lips transferring so much more than can be put in words before She guided him to the door. With the click of the handle he knew his adventure was over. A smile lived on his face as he returned to his room, the smile a stranger there but now hope seemed to live as dawn's light began to invade the darkness. This day will not be forgotten.



The Window



Standing in front of the window, she looked out into the clear cool night. Patches of clouds float through the starlit sky. She watched as a patch approached the nearly full moon. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air had the smell of freshly fallen rain. That always relaxed her somewhat. She opened her eyes and brought the glass of wine to her lips.

She took a sip in the light of the re-exposed moon and sighed quietly as a lazy cool breeze floated through the opened window. The breeze gently caressed her silk nightie and teased her freshly bathed skin.

She placed the glass on the sill and held the curtain up. Just as the curtain was securely tied to the side of the window, the moonlight hid behind another patch of cloud. She took a deep breath again and closed her eyes. She listened to the sounds of the night coming through her window.

She nearly cried out as she felt a warm pair of lips at the nape of her neck. She felt strong hands touch each of her arms. Then she felt his lips touch the side of her neck for another soft kiss.

'Hi.' he whispered quietly in her ear.

She didn't respond verbally, instead she leaned back slightly. She felt his warm hands leave her arms and touch her hips.

He felt her lean back towards him. He leaned forward a bit to support her against him. He touched her hips with his hands but decided to hug her instead. He slid his hands over from her hips and clasped his hands in front of her. He then kissed her right shoulder.

'What are you looking at?' he whispered quietly.

She wasn't sure if it was the wine or his voice or the strength of his presence or a combination of all three but it felt good. She found herself closing her eyes and leaning her head back. Her right hand moved from the curtain to touch the side of his face.

He felt her cool, soft hand on the side of his face. He kissed her shoulder again but this time he continued to kiss her. His lips moved from her shoulder up towards her neck. Slowly, his warm breath trailed its way along her smooth cool skin. She seemed to relax under the touch of his hot lips, pressing softly against her. He unclasped his hands and moved his right hand back to her hip. He placed his left palm gently on her stomach.

She felt his warm, almost hot, hand touch her stomach through her nightie. She felt herself shiver with a sense of anticipation. Her hand, still touching his face slid up into his hair as she felt his lips move up to her neck, massaging her skin.

He kissed her slowly and stopped as his lips reached the area where her neck and shoulder meet. He took a deep breath and lifted his lips from her. 

He softly whispered, 'You smell really good.'

She shivered again as he whispered. She decided she was definitely feeling something. It was all triggered by his whispering voice. By his lips. By his touch. She felt his right hand travel up from her hip, slowly, almost teasingly. Her body responded to his moving hand by making her move slightly; leaning back, pressing herself against him.

He felt her back press against his front. His hand moved past the side of her breast, barely touching his fingertips against her. He moved up under her right arm. He lowered his lips to the spot between her neck and shoulder, carefully resumed his kissing. His lips opened a little, kissing and massaging the skin on her neck. Slowly he moved up the side of her neck. His right hand, palm slowly sliding against the smooth skin of her arm moved towards her elbow.

She arched her neck towards the left as she felt his hot wet lips move up the side of her neck. She let a soft sigh escape her as she felt his right hand caressing her arm. She didn't even know her skin was so sensitive there. Her body moved. Her legs shifted as she tried to steady herself. Still leaning against him, she wanted to turn around and kiss him.

He felt her shift as his right hand reached her wrist. She was still leaning against him partly and partly against the window frame with her right arm. His hand gently grabbed her wrist as his lips moved away from the side of her neck.

'Don't..' he whispered teasingly into her right ear, 'don't move.'

She shivered and opened her eyes. She felt his right hand on her wrist, gently press her hand up against the window frame to show what he meant. She nodded and felt his lips close over the side of her neck again. She sighed as she felt his lips gently suck on the skin of her neck.

His lips touched her skin again moved along her neck. He stopped just below her ear. He slowly sucked gently against her skin. Lightly, he began moving his left hand along her stomach. He felt the smoothness of her skin through her nightie as his left hand stroked her stomach.

She felt a breeze from the window then and realized that all she felt until this moment was his hands and his lips. Her mind concentrated on his every movement and her body responded to each. Waves of electric pleasure ran from her neck down her spine where his lips touched and his mouth gently sucked. Shivering anticipation rolled in and through her from his stroking left palm. And a gentle promise filled her with the way his right hand held her hand against the window frame.

He continued to tease her neck with his lips, sucking slowly and gently kissing. His right hand released her right wrist and slowly trailed down her right arm. Again, his right palm moved lightly along her skin. His left hand continued to stroke lightly against her stomach. Slowly, he moved his stroking left hand up.

She shivered as his lips sucked on her neck. So close to her ear that his breathing seems to whisper to her. She felt his right hand glide from her wrist and the tingling sensation of his palm touching her skin ever so lightly. She also felt his left hand moving slowly up from her stomach. His left hand hot through her nightie against her cool skin. She arched her neck more to the left, trying to feel more. Her eyes closed even tighter, trying to concentrate on his lips.

He felt her shiver as his lips sucked. Slowly he sucked on her skin. He then released her now hot wet skin and let the cool air swim across her skin. He saw her arch her neck some more and he leaned forward again, this time his tongue tip touched her neck. His tongue tip circled around the wet spot left by his lips.

His right hand moved from her right arm just as his left hand's finger tips reached just between her breasts. Carefully, his hands both moved to touch below her breasts.

She felt his hands under her breasts over her nightie. She wanted more of his tongue against her neck. She shivered with each circle of his tongue tip on her skin. She felt his breath warming her neck and cooling it as he inhaled. She felt her right hand grip the window frame tighter. She pressed herself against him some more, hoping he would take that as a hint. She felt him then, throbbing between her and him. She felt him pulsing against her as his tongue circled teasingly on her neck.

His hands carefully cupped her breasts from below. He felt her press more against him barely noticing their pajamas between their skin. He felt his body respond first in his hardness then in his hips as he found himself pressing himself against her. His right hand gently squeezed her right breast as his tongue began to flick lightly down the side of her neck. His left hand gently moved from under her left breast and down to her left arm.

She felt him press up against her. She felt herself move against him. Slowly to feel his hardness against her. Slowly so she could feel the way it throbbed. Slowly so she would not miss the way his tongue moved against her neck. She felt him flicking his tongue down her neck. Down from the cool wet circle under her ear. She felt his left hand on her left arm. She felt her left hand being raised by her wrist as his left hand gently grabbed it. Slowly his tongue began to move up the side of her neck again. And this time, his tongue circled up, slowly and carefully. She shivered as his tongue and warm breath touched her neck.

His left hand raised her left hand up to the left side of the window frame. Carefully he placed her hand there. His tongue circled up the side of her neck and stopped below her ear again. He lowered his lips onto her neck again and took her skin into his mouth. Slowly he sucked her into his mouth once and let go. He then licked that spot once and gently blew on it. As he felt her shiver, he gently took her right earlobe into his mouth.

She gasped as he sucked on her neck and then shivered as he blew cool air onto her wet and tingling neck. She felt his mouth take her ear in. She felt him press her left hand against the window frame as his hardness pressed against her. 

She was about to let go of the window frame as she heard him whisper again.

'Remember, don't move..' He whispered into her ear.

She could almost see his mischievous smile in his voice. She held onto the window frame and pushed her bottom up against him. She felt his body respond to her by pushing himself and his hardness against her.

He felt himself grind up against her as he ran his fingertips lightly down both her arms. His fingers stopped moving under her arm and glided over to her breasts. Carefully, he opened his hands and lightly cupped each of her breasts. He pressed his lips against her neck, just below her ear and opened his mouth. His hands slid up from the bottom of her breasts and lightly glided over her nipples with the palms of his hands through her nightie.

She felt his hands release her breasts as his lips pressed against her neck again. She shivered as his palms rubbed lightly through her nightie and over her nipples. She held on to the window frame with her hands, but wanted to let go. She wanted to grab his head and press his lips harder against her neck. She wanted to grab his hands and move them harder against her breasts.

He continued to run the palms of his hands up and down over her nipples. The warmth radiated from his palm through her nightie warming her skin. His mouth opened a little more as he began to suck on her neck again. This time, he allowed his teeth to touch her neck. Just slightly, enough to bite her gently. He felt her shake slightly and she pressed her self harder against him.

'Yes..' she heard herself whisper.

He let his teeth rake softly against her neck as his palms glided gently over her nipples. He barely felt her nightie as his palms moved slowly up and down. He continued his gentle biting and slow sucking of her neck as his hands slowly cupped her breasts once more. He felt her hardened nipples against his palm. He regretfully let go of her breasts and moved his hands lightly up. His hands moved to her neck.

His hands touched the sides of her neck as his lips released her neck, but not before his teeth slowly raked her skin lightly. His hands gently guided her head slightly forward.

She felt his hands move up her neck. She felt his arms around her and under her arms. She felt his body, hot against her back. She felt his hardness throbbing between them. She felt his lips touch her once more, sending a wave of electric pleasure through her again.

His lips touched the back of her neck. Slowly his lips kissed, slowly he moved up the back of her neck. He moved his hands gently down the sides of her neck to her shoulders. He started down the back of her neck again with his lips as his hands slid down her shoulders and then up under her arms. His lips opened wider as he kissed her. His tongue snaked out to touch her skin.

She felt his tongue tip moving down her neck in little circles. His hot breath warming the way and a cool moist trail following. She shivered at this and shivered again as his hands stopped just short of her elbows and started moving down again. She felt his hands continue down past her underarms and to the sides of her breasts.

His hands stopped just at the sides of her breasts as his tongue moved down past her neck. He moved his tongue slowly, ever so slowly in tiny circles. He let his tongue tip move down past the top of her nightie.

She could feel his tongue on her even through the material of her nightie. She almost gasped in disappointment as she felt him shift away from her. 

He moved slowly down her back, his tongue moving still but every now and then he would kiss her back. His hands still gently touching her sides under her arms started to move down, keeping pace with his tongue and mouth. His hands rested on her hips.

As his tongue reached the bottom of her nightie, his hands gently squeezed her hips. He slid his hands up under her nightie to touch her soft skin. His hands gently moved up along her sides again, this time his skin touching her skin.

His lips then touched her skin then as his hands traveled up her sides. Her nightie lifted with the movement of his hands. He felt her push her back up against him slightly as he started to kiss her skin. He kissed up her back stopping just about halfway up as his hands slid forward to gently cup her breasts. He squeezed once and released.

He started to move back down her back again, this time, his tongue snaked out and touched the smooth naked skin of her back. Slowly his tongue moved down, sliding slowly. He let his fingers move lightly over her nipples as he moved his hands down and away from her breasts. He slid his hands lightly down her sides again and stopped where her nightie and panties met.

As she felt his tongue touch the top of her panties, right above her bottom, she shifted her bottom back. She wanted his mouth to ravage her from behind. She didn't want to wait. She felt his hands move from her sides, her hips and slowly down her bottom. She felt his tongue moving down past the top of her panties. His hot breath warmed her skin through her panties as his hands moved towards his mouth. He stopped as his thumbs neared his cheeks. He gently squeezed her cheeks and held her apart slightly. His tongue flicked once and started moving down.

She shivered as his hands squeezed her buttcheeks and again when he moved his tongue down from the top of her panties. She tried to push her bottom back as his tongue flicked slowly down.

He stopped his tongue as soon as he felt them start down the indentation between her cheeks. His hands released her and he kissed her left cheek once. His hands moved over to her hips again.

She felt the cool wetness of his tongue trail along the back of her panties. She heard him shift behind her, his hands gently pressing against her hips for support.

He leaned forward again and kissed the back of her left cheek. His lips kissed slowly down to her leg. Slowly his soft lips touched and sucked her skin down the back of her thighs. His hands gently squeezing her hips every now and again.

She shivered again as his lips touched the back of her thighs. She was annoyed that he was making this effort to touch and tease so many of her sensitive areas. Yet she was so very excited. Almost too excited to let him continue teasing her. She felt her legs weaken slightly but was glad for the window frame support. She leaned slightly forward.

His lips touched the back of her knees. Carefully, he flicked his tongue across from right to left once and then back from left to right. He let his hands slide down from her hips and to the side of her legs. His lips then gently kissed the back of her knees, taking care to carefully suck slightly. He moved down from there, slowly kissing down her left calf.

He let his hands slide over from the sides of her legs to the back of her thighs. He felt the smoothness of her skin and found himself gently stroking up and down the back of her thighs. His lips reached the bottom of her calf and he pulled away.

She felt him stop kissing her leg and opened her eyes. She felt his hands on the back of her thighs stroking. She felt him sliding his hands down from her thighs to the back of her knees.

'Spread your legs..' he whispered from behind and below her.

She shifted her weight onto her arms as she slowly spread her legs. She felt his hands holding her legs, guiding her.

'Perfect.' he whispered to her.

She stopped moving legs apart and his hands slid down her legs to her ankles.

He moved his left hand from her ankle and placed it on the ground. He shifted again and leaned forward. His right hand gently stroked her right ankle.

She felt his head between her legs. She felt his breath inside on her right ankle before his lips touched her. She shivered again as his tongue snaked out and ran lightly around her ankle once.

He moved his tongue slowly up from her ankle. Making sure he slowly stroked her skin with his tongue tip. Slowly up, then back down. Then slowly up some more of her leg and back down again, slightly. He moved his tongue up past the back of her right knee. Always stroking her with his tongue. As he neared the back of her right thigh, he shifted again as he moved his tongue in towards her inner thigh. His tongue stroking slowly up. His breath now seemed hot against her skin.

She shivered as she felt him move from behind her knee towards her inner thigh. She shifted her legs wider a little more so he would have more access. She felt her knees shake as his tongue trailed up along her inner thigh. His tongue moved so slowly, so teasingly across her skin. She felt warmth of her pussy pulse in anticipation. She wanted to push him down and sit on his tongue. She felt his left hand on her left leg now as his tongue continued up her right inner thigh.

As he neared halfway up her inner thigh, he shifted to kneel on one knee. His tongue flicked more than stroked now. Still he moved. Slowly flicking his tongue up her inner thigh. Slowly his tongue flicked down her inner thigh. He stopped as he reached about two thirds up her inner thigh.

She nearly screamed in frustration as he stopped. She looked down and saw him between her legs.

He was about to move when he saw her looking down at him. He wasn't sure if he saw correctly, but it looked like she was angry. He smiled at her and winked as he shifted. His hands ran up her legs and gently cupped her bottom. He shifted some more.

She watched as he moved.. or rather wiggled himself to a half crouch half below her. She watched as he leaned his back against the wall below the window. She felt his hands on her bottom. She moved as she felt him grab her and gently pull her down. She slide her hands down from the sides of the window. She placed her hands on the window sill as his hands stopped her moving down any further. She looked at him and saw that his head was directly in front of her panties. She shivered as she saw his head move forward. She closed her eyes and waited.

He watched her as he leaned forward. As her eyes closed, he moved his head slightly altering his course and placed his opened mouth on her inner right thigh. He took in some of her skin as he sucked her thigh.

She was about to open her eyes when she felt his lips on her thigh. She lost her train of thought as she shivered while he sucked on her inner thigh.

Carefully, he released her thigh and gently flicked his tongue up her inner thigh. Slowly resuming where he had left off before moving, his tongue started flicking again. Closer and closer he moved. 

He moved his hands slightly up forcing her to lean forward slightly on her hands again. He slid his left hand from her right cheek. He let his fingers trail down slowly under her.

His tongue flicked up her inner thigh to where her panties started. His flicked slowly a couple of times and he moved his tongue tip in a small circle once. He then placed his lips on her and slowly sucked. He had kept his lips wide so he could flick his tongue tip along her skin as she was sucked into his mouth.

She felt the warmth of her pussy pulse wetly as she felt him sucking on her upper inner thigh. So close. She felt his fingers trail along underneath her. She felt herself pushing down as his finger tips ran over her cunt lips. She felt the hardness of his fingers through her panties and the softness of his lips against her skin. She felt herself move her hips as his tongue stroked her skin trapped in between his lips. She let out a little moan as his fingers traced over her clit once and headed back down beneath her.




The Window



His fingers moved slowly, lightly stroking her pussy. He made sure his fingers glided over her clit once in a while as he sucked on her thigh. Slowly he sucked. Teasingly, he flicked his tongue against her trapped skin.

She moaned again as she felt his fingers gently touch the side of her panties and pull them away exposing her warmth. She moved her hips again wanting the feel of his lips or his fingers against her. She felt his lips release her skin. She thrust her hips forward once more.

He saw her moving. Inviting him to touch her. He let his tongue meet her cunt lips. He let his tongue slide against them. He felt her move on his tongue. He moved his right hand over slightly as his left moved her panties over some more. He let his right hand take her panties as he gripped her cheek once more.

His left hand now free, he let his fingers trail back along her. This time he felt her skin. So smooth, so warm and so hot. His flexed his tongue slightly as she moved. His tongue parted her cunt lips slightly. He pulled his tongue back. He let his tongue tip trail along her as he pulled back.

His fingers slid lightly down and to her cunt lips. Carefully he stroked her cunt lips with his fingers as his tongue tip traced up along the side of her. His tongue moved around her slowly circling her clit as his fingers slowly spread her cunt lips. Carefully, he made sure his lips didn't touch her. He let his tongue stroke circles around her clit. He let his fingers move against her cunt lips as she moved her hips.

She felt his hot breath against her clit and pussy. She wanted him to fill her with his tongue or fingers. She moved herself against his tongue, hoping to trap him within her. She felt his fingers, now wet against her. She moved and felt them stroke her. She thrust her hips and felt his tongue circling her clit.

He slid his tongue forward and allowed the bottom of her clit to slide against the flat of his tongue. He heard her moan at this and slid it back up, still against the bottom of her clit.

It felt so good to her the way his tongue slid against the bottom of her clit. She liked the way his tongue felt. It was hard and wet. It was rough and smooth against her. She thrust her hips harder now.

'Yes.' She whispered.

He held his tongue there, thrusting it slowly against her clit bottom. His fingers wet from his mouth and her cunt moved constantly. He heard her whisper something but concentrated on stroking her clit. Carefully he moved his fingers and felt the tips of a couple of them slide in her.

'Oh' she whispered, 'yes.'

He felt her cunt lips grab at his finger tips. His tongue still sliding against the bottom of her clit. He let his fingers slide into her. He let her move against his tongue and fingers for a while.

She moved slowly, but fast enough to send waves and waves of pleasure through her. She felt her body, her pussy grab at his fingers as she thrust her hips down against him. She felt his tongue stroking her clit as she thrust towards him.

He let his head rock with her movements. He let his tongue stroke her. He leaned his mouth forward.

She did moan loudly as she felt his lips suddenly grab her. She felt his mouth pulling her clit in as she thrust forward against his tongue. She felt his tongue still stroking the bottom of her clit. 

He heard her scream or moan, he wasn't sure as his mouth pulled her clit in. He let his tongue continue to stroke the bottom of her clit as he sucked her in. He tasted traces of her juices as she sucked. He then moved his fingers against her. Pushing them deeper into her grabbing cunt.

She felt her head go back as she moved her hips against him. She moaned feeling his tongue and mouth on her clit, both seemingly moving in opposite directions against her clit. She felt his fingers thrusting up against her, into her.

She moved harder.

His lips pulled more of her clit into his mouth. He pushed his fingers deeper into her.

She felt his lips pulling at her clit. She felt his tongue stroking along the bottom of her clit. She felt his fingers deep within her pussy, the walls of her cunt sucking on his fingers.

He moved his fingers faster as he felt her cunt grabbing at him. He moved with her hips as his mouth took her clit in again and again. He let his tongue stroke her as she fucked his tongue with her clit.

She felt his right hand squeeze her left butt cheek as she thrust forward on his tongue. She moved faster and harder against his face. Against his fingers.

He let her hips buck against his head. He wanted to feel her cum on his tongue and fingers. He wanted to hold her clit in his mouth as she came. He moved with her and against her all at once.

She moved faster. She felt it coming on. She was close.

His fingers moved against her, he could hear her wet naked skin against his wet thrusting hand. He opened his mouth now and let go of her clit. His tongue still stroked her.

She felt her knees against the wall of the window sill. Her hands grabbing the window sill as she thrust herself against his mouth and fingers. Her head hung down and her eyes closed tight as she concentrated on her clit against his tongue. As she concentrated on his fingers thrusting into her.

She screamed as she felt his mouth open and the cold night air hitting her clit. She felt his tongue there still for her clit. Still being fucked by her clit.

He heard her scream as his mouth opened. He kept his tongue up against her clit as she continued to thrust. He inhaled. The cool night air hitting her hot wet skin. He started to thrust his tongue against her.

She continued to thrust. She felt his tongue moving against her, his fingers thrusting in her. She gasped and shivered at the cold air but continued to thrust.

He took her into his mouth again. He sucked her clit in deep as he pressed his tongue harder against her clit.

She shook now. She felt herself letting go. She thrust still against his tongue. Against his fingers.

He felt her shake as she pushed hard against him. He felt the wetness flow down along his fingers and down along his tongue. He sucked her clit in deeper and held her in his mouth, letting his tongue move.

She continued to shake as she felt herself release into his mouth. She kept moving.

He continued to hold her in his mouth, letting her move until she was done. 

She slowed down and finally stopped moving, holding herself there. She breathed hard but she felt so good.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out of her. He felt her shiver slightly as he let go of her clit.

She felt his fingers leave her and then felt his hand on her butt cheek. She started to lower herself, not having the energy to stand any longer.

He lowered her onto his stomach. And moved his hands up her back. He leaned forward to kiss her. He felt her kiss him back as her hands moved from the window sill onto his shoulders.

She kissed him back hard. She opened her mouth as she felt his open. She let her tongue move into his mouth to meet his tongue. Slowly, she let her tongue dance with his. Then she led his tongue into her mouth. Carefully, she closed her lips around his tongue.

He felt her lips close around his tongue and she began to suck slowly on his tongue. He carefully stroked her back as they kissed.

She lowered herself from his stomach. She could feel him leaning forward slightly, not wanting to break their kiss. She moaned slightly as she felt his hardness bump against her still sensitive pussy. She let go of his tongue. She felt his hands move from her back to her shoulders as she moved further down.

He felt her hands move from his shoulders as she straddled his legs. He looked into her eyes as his hands moved down her arms.

Her hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest. She felt his hands slide down her arms to her wrists. Smiling at him, she brush aside his hands. She stared back into his eyes and she grabbed his shirt and ripped it open. She heard some buttons fall away onto the floor.

He watched her grin at him as his shirt flew open exposing his chest. He continued to watch as she leaned forward to kiss his chest.

She found her lips against his chest. Slowly she began to kiss him as he did with her neck. She moved her lips down slowly to his nipple. Carefully, she flicked her tongue against his nipple. She looked up at him to find his eyes closed.

He had closed his eyes the moment her lips touched his chest. He leaned his head back and enjoyed the feeling of her soft lips against him. He felt a tingle as her tongue stroked his nipple.

She continued to tease his nipple for a little bit and moved over to his other nipple. Carefully letting her tongue flick over it. Slowly letting him feel her tongue moving against his skin.

She stopped flicking his nipple and moved down towards his stomach. Gently she kissed her way down. She knew where he wanted her to go. She could feel him throbbing against her stomach. She could almost feel him trying to control his hips from rubbing his hardness against her.

She smiled to herself as her lips kissed down past his belly button.

He opened his eyes and watched her kiss down his stomach. He saw her hands on him, moving along the sides of his stomach. He felt himself throbbing against her. Feeling her smoothness, her breasts pressed against him, he fought hard not to thrust himself up against her. Or even grab her and take her hard and fast. He saw her hands grab his pajama bottom as her lips reach the top of his pants.

She yanked at his pants. She looked up as she saw him shift. She looked into his eyes as he moved his hips up to allow her to pull his pants down. She did and felt his hardness suddenly against her chin. She kissed it once and felt him try to thrust himself into her mouth.

He saw her smile wickedly at him as he felt his hips move forward. He had felt his hardness against the smoothness of her chin. And when she kissed him, he thought she would take him into her hot and sexy mouth.

She let go of his pants halfway down his calves. She looked at his hardness as it waved in the air. She watched it throb as her hands moved up his legs. She leaned forward then and let her right hand lead the way up. Her hand touched his throbbing hardness and pushed it up.

She felt him throbbing in her hand. She could feel the heat eminating from his cock as his hardness seemed thicker than it looked. She reached gently with her left hand between his legs to cup his balls.

He watched as her hands touched him. He closed his eyes as he saw her leaning forward, her tongue out. He felt her tongue tip lick his balls. Slowly moving between and around him. He felt her breath warm against him. He felt himself throb against her right hand.

She felt him throb at the touch of her tongue. She closed her right hand around his throbbing shaft as she took one of his balls into her mouth. Carefully, she sucked. Then she released him. She felt him moving his lips against her. She moved her hand up his shaft to the head. Her tongue moved up from his balls along his shaft, slowly towards his head.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was looking right at him with her tongue moving up along his throbbing cock. He wanted her hand to move down him and then back up. He wanted her mouth on his cock, sucking him. He moved his hips again as his cock seemed to throb harder.

She felt him throb against her tongue as she moved up. Just as her tongue reached just under the head, she pulled her tongue back into her mouth. She moved off his legs to kneel to his side. Her hand never letting go of his throbbing hardness.

He felt her hand, cool and smooth on his cock head pressing him back. He felt himself hard and throbbing against his skin. His balls exposed. He wanted to reach up and push her hand onto his shaft.

'Don't move.' She whispered to him.

He hadn't noticed until she whispered that he was reaching up with his hands. He let them fall back down to his sides. He watched as she leaned forward again, this time her lips parted and her mouth touched his cock. He watched and felt as her lips kissed the underside of his cock. Her hand still held him against his stomach as he felt her smooth silky lips sliding sideways down his shaft.

She moved her lips along his hardness, feeling him throb and pulse against both her lips. She stopped as she reached his balls and moved up again, this time she opened her lips some more. As she reached halfway up his shaft, she gently raked her teeth against him.

She heard him groan at that. She moved her left hand up from his balls and slid her fingers up along his shaft, following her mouth. She felt her salvia against her fingers as she gently massaged it along his hardness.

He watched as her lips moved up his shaft. He saw her right hand pull away from his cock as her lips touched the bottom of the head. He throbbed his cock against her mouth, hoping again she would take him in.

She released his hardness from her mouth and looked up at him. She found him looking back at her, a hunger visible in his eyes. She held him there with her left hand. She leaned forward, still watching him with her tongue out again.

She let her tongue touch his hard shaft again, just under the head. Her left hand relaxed on the shaft as it throbbed up a little straighter. She let the tip of her tongue circle his cock head a bit then slide up over the top of his cock.

He watched as the tip of her tongue teased his cock head. He saw her tongue tip move to the hole and flick once. He saw the precum on her tongue and felt himself thrust his hips forward again. He was stopped by her left hand, still on his cock.

She moved her tongue away from the hole, watching a trail of liquid start from there. She moved her tongue down and let the tip of her tongue move just under the head of his hardness. She made sure to flick her tongue against the bottom of his head every so often.

She squeezed his hardness with her left hand. She saw more precum at the hole. Her tongue tip moved up from the head and again dipped into it. 

He watched as her tongue left the hole of his cock head. He saw the liquid of his precum stretch away from him to her tongue tip. He felt himself throbbing harder in her left hand.

She moved back towards his hardness. Her mouth opened and took in the head of his hardness. She held his head in her mouth for a second as she looked at him. She saw him gasp quietly, his eyes half closed. She moved then, taking as much of his hardness as she could.

She shifted slightly, letting her head bend and took the rest of his throbbing hardness into her mouth. She held him there, feeling him throb and pulse in her mouth. She felt his hips moving against her mouth, trying to feel movement against his hardness.


He watched as she moved her mouth back up along his cock. He felt her lips smooth against her. Her tongue so soft against his cock. He wanted her to move faster and take his cock all the way again.

Slowly, she moved back down his hardness. Then back up again. This time she stopped and let him slide out of her mouth. She watched it throb in front of her for a moment. She saw him struggling to have his hardness back into her mouth.

She leaned forward again and took his head into her mouth. She heard him sigh as her lips closed around his head. Slowly she sucked on his hardness as she allowed him to go deep into her mouth again.

She moved slowly up and down his hardness. Every movement down, she would suck him in deep against her mouth.

He felt great. It was like heaven around his cock. He wanted to touch her hair and feel her head move up and down his hard cock. He closed his eyes and moved himself up against her mouth.

She pulled her mouth up to his head and stopped. She opened her eyes to look at his reaction. She felt him try to push himself back into her mouth. She saw him open his eyes to look at her. She waited until he stopped moving and slowly she started to suck again. Only this time she only sucked lightly on the head of his hardness.

He watched for a few seconds as she sucked on his cock head. He felt her flicking her tongue slightly over the hole as she sucked. He moved his cock against her.

She watched as he closed his eyes again as she gently sucked on the head of his hardness. She felt the smoothness of him with her tongue. She tasted his precum. She wanted him to release himself.

She opened her mouth slightly and pushed her head down. She heard him gasp as she took him all the way into her mouth. She moved slowly at first. She waited for his movements to guide her. She continued to suck on his hardness as she moved.

Up and down, he half watched as her head bobbed against his cock. He groaned as he felt her hand on his balls, slowly massaging them.

Her lips tight against his hardness, she moved faster. She pushed down against his hips. Her mouth pulling against his thrusts.

She could feel him tensing as his moment drew near. Her mouth let go of his hardness as her right hand took over.

He gasped again as he felt her hand tighten across his shaft. He thrust against her hand as she stroked him.

'Cum for me.' he heard her whisper.

He thrust harder against her hand.

She stroked his entire hardness with her hand. The wetness of her mouth allowed her to glide effortlessly up and down his hardness. She watched his hardness, his hips and his face waiting for it.

He grunted and pushed harder against her hand.

Her hand practically flew up and down his hardness. She leaned forward as she stroked him and flicked her tongue over the head of his hardness. She felt the hotness of his skin against her tongue as she flicked.

'Yeah, come on. Cum on to my tongue!' she urged him.

He grunted loudly again as he thrust.

She felt him shake as he thrust up. She knew he was there.

'Let me taste your cum, like you tasted mine.' she said against his hardness.

She felt his cum then. It flowed from the base of his hardness and up. His body shook against her hand. She saw it fly from the head of his hardness out over the side.

He continued to thrust as he continued to cum. He pushed hard against her hand.

She felt his hand on her hand holding his hardness tighter as the last of his cum flew out.

He stopped moving and opened his eyes to look at her.

He took a deep breath.

'My turn' she whispered to him.

He laughed and leaned forward to kiss her... 



The Window



The window is open to let in the cool night breeze as I walk by I catch the image of you stepping out of the bath through the half open door. I stop and watch for a few seconds, then move closer to the window. You reach over and push the door to. As I turn to walk away another thought hits me. I step closer to the window and push it open. I lift myself up and into the room quietly. I can hear the hair-dryer blowing in the bathroom so I know you will be a few minutes. 

I slip my shoes off and step across the room where I open the door to a large walk-in closet. I step inside and move to the back where I will be hidden even if the light is turned on. To make sure it isn't though I reach up and give it a half-turn so the circuit will be broken if you flip the switch.

Several minutes later, as I continue to replay what I had seen through the bathroom door, your sleek legs and ass, the swell of your breasts, the rosy tips so inviting as they swayed while you dried, the glance I had of your smooth mound, I hear the hair-dryer shut off and the bathroom door open. And then the sound of your footsteps are in the bedroom. Your footfall approaches the closet door; I pull deeper into the corner. You flip the switch, but nothing happens. "Damn light," you say.

You step back out and turn on the bedside light then step back into the closet, dropping your robe as you do. You reach in a grab a pair of sweat pants and step into the legs, I get a quick view of your shaved pussy, the lights silhouetting the lips. You reach on the shelf and grab a tank top slipping it over your head as you turn away, hiding your breasts from my invading eyes. You grab your robe from the floor and hang it on the hook inside the closet door. You step into your bedroom and as you do the phone beside the computer rings.

You leave the door open and step over to answer the phone, sitting down at the computer as you do. The call lasts only a few minutes and you turn towards the computer and fire-up the internet browser. I continue to watch you from my corner of the closet as you get involved reading your email and responding.

Quietly I slip out of my hiding place and step towards the closet door. I pull a scarf from a wooden peg in the closet then step to your robe and remove the belt, slipping them into the pocket of my shorts. I slip quietly into the bedroom and cross the distance to the back of your chair without being noticed. I stand still behind you, almost not breathing as you continue to type into your email. I lean forward slightly and reach quickly down grabbing your wrists amd forcing them together in front of you. You twist and try to pull from my grasp but I tighten the hold I have on you and pull you up from the chair.

You jerk and turn to your left, but I regain my grip and step next to you. I pull you towards me and with my free hand I grab the neck of your top and rip open the front, exposing your breasts and swollen nipples to my gaze. You try to free your hands to cover your nakedness, but I force your hands down. My free hand fishes into my pocket and brings out the belt to your robe. I wrap the belt tightly around your wrist and tie the belt so you cannot pull free. I leave about a foot of the belt hanging free so I can use it to pull you where I want you to go. You continue to look from your hands to me, then back at your semi-naked form.

I grab the belt and jerk you towards me. I reach in a cup your tit, pinching the nipple and making it swell even more., the aureola drawing up and darkening slightly in color sa your blood rushes to meet the assault. I dip my head and take your nipple in my mouth, sucking firmly but gently at first, then biting the nipple enought to make you squeal. The pain and surprise is written on your face. I squeeze and fondl;e your other breast as I continue to suck on your nipple, trying to get as much of your sweet tit-flesh in my mouth as I can. After several minutes I move to your other breast, where I begin by licking my way from the valley between your mounds to the tip of the cherry topped mound.

I bite your nipple just hard enough to make it sting and tingle, an involuntary "OOOOhhhhhhhh," escapes your lips.

I release you from my grip and slip my hands down to your waist, my tongue trails down to your navel as I slip to the floor. I grab the waistband of your sweats and push them down your legs to the floor my nose and face come to rest at the top of your slit.

"Oh god," you sigh as my tongue slips into your slit. I slip my hand behind you and cup your ass cheek in my hands squeezing and kneading your flesh, slipping my finger between them and to your tiny brown bud. My finger tickles at the flesh around your asshole, while my tongue continues to lick gently up and down your hairless slit.

I stand back in front of you and unfasten my shorts. I push them to the floor and step clear of them. I put my hands on your shoulders and I push you down to your knees in front of me, with my cock only an inch from your face

I step forward and let the tip touch your lips. I smear the pre-cum over your lips and cheeks, then I push forward toward your open mouth. Your tongue licks out and slips down the length of my swollen, throbbing shaft. You push forward on your knees and take more of my cock meat into your mouth, until you are touching my hairless balls with your chin. I pull back and slip it back out until only the crown is still encased in your hot, hungry mouth. Then I begin moving it in and out, fucking your face as you suck me trying to pull all of my cream out.

I pull my dick from your hungry mouth and push you back onto the floor. I slide down and lick the wetness dripping from between your swollen glistening cunt lips. I continue licking, stopping to suck your clit and nibble on it. You begin to roll from side to side and push your pussy against my face. My tongue works deep into you sucking your delicious wetness out of you, at the same time my fingers slip between the beautiful pink lips of your pussy and deep into your wet canal. My fingers begin to ride in and out of you, bringing you close to your climax. Your moans become louder as you push harder against me.

I pull away from your cunt and turn you onto your stomach pulling you onto your knees.

I slip forward and drive my cock into you, burying it all the way in as you gasp, "oooohhhhhhhh,"

I begin to ride you from behind pushing harder and faster as I begin to feel the end approaching

I continue to pull your hips back toward me trying to get deeper inside, then as I feel the surge starting I pull out and turn you to face me on your back, I stroke my cock and watch as you open your mouth to take my load. The first shot streams over your face and into your hair, you try to get your lips over the end as a second rope shoots out splashing on your face again as the third begins to erupt I slip it into your mouth to take the rest as you swallow greedily. 

My cock is still swollen as throbbing as you cloe your lips around it and begin to suck and lick me so I stay hard. I reach down and lick some of the cum from your face. I hold it in my mouth as I extract my dick from your mouth. I lean forward and kiss your waiting mouth, pushing the cum from my mouth to yours. both of our faces are slippery with the deposit as our faces meet in the kiss. You break the kiss and begin to lick my face, trying to get all the cum from my cheeks, chin and forehead.

I slip away from your tongue and crawl back over you, kneeling over you with my cock in your face. You slip down slightly and begin to lick and suck on my balls. My cock begins to respond quickly and is soon rock hard once again. You slide your tongue up the underside of my shaft and then over the head, taking me deeply into your mouth. Soon I find myself slipping into the rythm as i begin to fuck into your mouth. I continue my assault for severl minutes then pull away abruptly. I roll you onto your face again and pull your sweet ass into the air. My cock is still dribbling your saliva and I plow it into your pussy, getting it wetter with your love juices. I stroke in and out, as my fingers play at your asshole. I slip first one wettened finger into you, then a second one.

Suddenly I pull out of your cunt and push my cock into your ass, sliding in as far as I can. I stroke in and out of you as you moan and twist beneath me. Soon I have my cock all the way into you, and I can feel my orgasm approaching. You squeeze your muscles around my cock as I begin to pull back, the urge stops for a second, but soon it returns. I stroke in two more times, and as I begin to withdraw I stop, my cock spasms and the first gob shoots deep into you. I pull out after a second squirt and deposit two more gobs on your ass.

I roll off you and untie the belt from your hands. As I do you finally speak, "I thought you were going for a walk! You almost scared me to death."



The Window Above



A recent weekend turned out to be a real scorcher for me, in more ways then one. I had been a widow for a year and a half and it was time for me to get on with my life. I moved into an apartment in a nice area of town, it was a real nice townhouse with a lovely little fenced yard in back. Being that it was on the end of the building was great for me, it gave me that much more privacy even though there was one other building that sat diagonally from mine and the upper bedroom window had a nice view of my yard. 

As the weeks went by I got to know others from the complex, lucky for me I found an older woman that knew everything about everyone in the complex, (the busy body gossip type.) It was through her that I found out that the apartment overlooking my place lived a young man in his early twenty's and that he had two jobs so he was not home much. This worked out very well for me.

I loved being out in the backyard, feeling the sun on my body has always made me hot in more ways then one. While sunbathing one day I decided to throw caution as well as my clothes to the wind, after all I did not want tan lines, now did I? As the days passed, I became more relaxed sunbathing naked, but I got more then I bargained for a few weekends later. 

I was lying in the yard, drinking wine and feeling as horny as hell. I had glanced up at the window of the apartment overlooking the yard and was sure nobody was there. I slowly began to caress my body, slowly rubbing my thighs, belly and breast's, my nipples stood out hard as I rolled them in my fingers. As my hand made its way down between my legs I lifted my knees up and slid a couple of fingers into my pussy. Masturbating in the open air was a new experience for me, but one I knew I was going to enjoy!

Gently rubbing my aching clit, I began to roll my hips up and thrust my fingers inside my tight cunt. I love to fantasize and before long I had imagined there was a whole football team taking turns fucking me and shooting their jizz deep inside my wet pussy. Hardly surprising then, when I had one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced and let out a loud yell. I shuddered, biting my lip as the orgasm powered through my entire body. The very thrill of being out in the open air seemed to increase my pleasure as I climaxed. I basked in the warm sun, melting in the moment. 

Later that evening the doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the shower, I slipped a towel around myself and went to answer the door. I peaked through the peep hole and I knew I recognized the man at my door. As I opened the door I let my towel slip a bit showing my cleavage. I did not let him get the first word instead it as I that blurted out first. 

"Aren't you the guy from the apartment across the way," I asked. "Ian, isn't it?"

"That's right," he blurted out as he blushed.

He looked as if he was hiding a guilty secret, and that's when it suddenly dawned on me that he that he must have at least heard me that afternoon, if not actually seen me, too. 

"Can I do anything for you?" I continued. "Or maybe I have already!" I judged from the tent in his pants.

"I saw you this afternoon." He stuttered. "I just had to tell you how amazing you looked!" 

It was clear to me that he liked what he saw and was looking for more, the fact that I was an older woman did not seem to bother him at all, in fact I think it excited him even more, I know it did me, I had not had a decent fuck for so long so I decided to see how far he was willing to go.

"Thank you," I giggled. "Maybe you'd like to come in to see a little more?" 

Before he had a chance to answer, I grabbed Ian by the hand pulling him through the front door and up the stairs toward the bedroom. As I walked in front of him, I let the towel fall to the floor to reveal my pert ass and freshly-trimmed pubes. Once inside the bedroom I sat Ian on the edge of the bed as I sprawled my naked body across the bed slowly spreading my legs to expose my pussy. As my fingers toyed with my lips and clit I became wetter and the look on Ian's face was that of pure lust. I eased a finger inside my cunt and began frigging myself. 

"Is this what you saw this afternoon?" I panted breathlessly.

Ian nodded frantically, and I felt it was unfair to tease him any longer as well as myself as I was in need of his cock. I slowly crawled across the bed as I looked into his eyes licking my lips letting him know I was hungry for his stiff cock. As I neared him I could tell he was as hot as I was as he reached out to touch my tits while I undid his pants letting them fall to the floor only to find he had nothing under them. His cock popped up hard and thick, thicker then I had ever had before, I could feel the wetness of my pussy trickle down my leg. I stroked his length several times before taking it into my mouth his girth filled my lips stretching them wide, good for me that I was an expert cocksucker. 

I had enough play time at this point and need to be fucked. I spun around onto all fours and pushed my ass up into the air grabbing my cheeks spreading myself open to Ian. He did not stop to think about it, he tossed off the rest of his clothes before joining me on the bed, sliding his cock into my wet hole. I was so wet he slid in with ease even with his girth it felt so good to have a real cock in my pussy. 

He fucked me good and hard with the enthusiasm of a man who could barely hold himself back, but that was just what I needed right then. It was fast and frantic as his balls slapped my clit when he pounded into me, knowing he was close my orgasm rushed over my body as I let out a scream, this set Ian off as he blasted his hot come into me making my pussy spasm even more. As Ian pulled his cock from my pussy I spun around to suck the last of his come from his dick as I reached between my legs to scoop up the mixture of his and my cream bringing it to my lips as he watched. 

It did not take Ian long to recover from our first fuck, (especially with my oral talents), until he was ready to go again but this was a nice slow fuck that lasted quite a while. Afterwards I saw Ian to the door giving him a kiss knowing we would see each other again. I returned to my bedroom tossing myself onto the bed thinking of Ian's cock and how it felt inside of me, so much so that I began to get horny all over again until I was in need of more cock, I grabbed my trusty dildo to finish off a wonderful fuck session before drifting off to sleep. 

I did not see Ian for several days after that, not thinking much of it I just figured his jobs had kept him busy. I just knew I wanted his hot cock again. 

One hot afternoon in the middle of the week I was watering my flowers in the backyard when I heard a knock from the window of the apartment above looking up I could see Ian grinning and waving at me. I was wearing a skimpy pair of cut-off denims that rode up between my legs so much that you could almost see my lips, and the white tee shirt was clinging to my braless tits, it made for a pretty sexy site. That was when I decided to put on a show for Ian, I bent forward wiggling my ass in his direction giggling to myself. When I looked back, there was Ian with his hard-on in his hand slowly beating off. 

'I'll give him something to really jerk off over,' I thought to myself. 

Taking the hose I started to spray myself down with a cool mist of refreshing water. As the water soaked through my tee shirt making the fabric transparent and the coolness made my nipples stiffen on contact. I was feeling incredibly turned on and tugged my shorts up so that they slipped up into the crack of my pussy, revealing my fleshy labia as clear as day! I continued performing my little sex show for Ian and watched him as he began to jerk himself off even more frantically. The sight of him stroking his cock so unashamedly made the moment even hornier and I started to play with myself also.

It was then that I laid myself spread-eagled on the grass with the hose still spurting water over my body as I grabbed my tits and pussy rubbing fast and hard making my body quiver as my orgasm rose. To my delight I looked up at Ian just in time to see him cum, thick globules of jizz splattering against the window just as my own orgasm washed over me as I let out a scream. 

I did not waste any time after, I stood up soaked to the skin and took a bow. 

"Do you need help cleaning that window?" I laughed, not waiting for a reply saying, "I'll be right over!" 

I turned the water off before running indoors to grab a towel and lock up on my way out running to Ian's door. As I went to knock the door it eased open, Ian had left it ajar for me, letting myself in I quickly closed it behind me locking up and made my way up the stairs to the bedroom.

Ian was on his bed slowly jerking his cock back to life again so I wasted no time in stripping my wet clothes off, that was when I glanced at the window. Ian's come was still there slowly sliding down I could not resist walking over to the window scooping some up on my fingers licking them clean as I looked over at Ian. I could see how hot it was making him as well as me, so I pinched my nipples before rubbing them across the come covered window smearing the jizz over my tits and the window. I rubbed the rest all over my titties before joining Ian on the bed. 

His cock was standing tall and firm not wanting to wasted time with chit chat I just sucked his whole length into my mouth savoring the taste of his cock. My pussy needed some attention also, flipping around while his cock was still in my mouth I planted my legs on either side of his head. Ian did not miss a beat he just gripped my thighs trusting his tongue deep within my folds. It was a race to see who would come first, Ian was sucking hard and fast on my pussy trying to kept pace with me on his cock. I could not believe how hot he had me and how fast he brought me to orgasm, but then I had a surprise of my own Ian shot his second load into my sucking mouth as my pussy spasmed on his face. We spent the night together getting to know each other better. 

As it was Ian did have two part time jobs as well as taking several art classes at the local collage that was why he was so scarce and I had the privacy in my backyard. He explained to me that his work schedule had changed and that was why he happened to catch me the first time. We laughed as we both remembered that meeting. 

This man was just what I needed right then in my life, a young fuck stud that I could just have without a fear of regrets. Ian and I had several encounters together over the next few months. Summer was turning to fall and Ian's work and school schedule changed again which left little time for us. The new fall schedule had started at the collage so I assumed he had found others to play with and left it at that. 

Even during the early fall the weather was still suitable for sun bathing so I continued to sunbathe nude as before. I would always peek up at Ian's window just to see if he was looking even though I knew his schedule and he would not be there, I think I missed the attention. I would bask in the sun and running my fingers over my wet lips thinking of Ian and how he made me feel. 

A few weeks later there was a knock on my door when I opened the door I was surprised to see it was Ian, and he had that guilty look on his face again, one that I had seen before I invited him in right away. It was then I saw he had in his hand a video tape which puzzled me. 

"I need you to watch this tape." He said blankly.

"Right now" I asked? 

Ian just nodded. I took the tape loading it into the player to view it. As the film played I was not really sure why Ian wanted me to watch it. It was an art project of Ian's and looked like a documentary on human sexuality. I thought it was rather boring until I saw what came next. It was a film clip of me in my backyard sun bathing naked as I rammed a dildo into my pussy. I was shocked to say the least and snapped at Ian. 

"What the fuck is this! I shouted.

Ian stopped the tape then tried to explain what the tape was all about. He needed a film on human sexuality for his human arts class and he had set up a camera on my yard knowing I was so hot and sexy to watch. He had set up a camera shortly after our first meeting and had filmed my yard and activates since then. 

Ian saw I was upset but as he looked into my eyes he asked, "Please just finish looking at the tape!" 

Even though I was pissed my curiosity urged me on, I nodded yes and he continued to play the tape. As I watched it I found myself getting aroused and began to run my fingers across my pussy. Even though the tape was a documentary it was hot, and since my face was always covered with glasses or blurred when needed I did not have a problem with Ian's tape as a matter of fact I found it rather faltering. The tape was rather good and my face was never shown so I agreed that he could use it for his class. We sealed the deal with an all night fuck session.

The weeks passed before Ian and I could have time to get together for a good fuck, but when we did it was explosive. It was in the middle of the week when I bumped into him in our parking lot. 

After exchanging greetings I asked Ian, "Did you turn in our tape for the class?" 

Ian's face instantly turned red as he nodded yes. 

I asked, "Can I come over tonight to talk about it?" 

I could see Ian was really unsteady with my offer, so I said "Maybe some other time." 

Ian got a gleam in his eyes and replied, "Tonight would be good, about eight thirty?" 

I nodded yes as I placed my hand on his chin pulling his toward me so our lips could press together in a wet kiss.