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What Goes On

By: Harddaysknight



I was just twenty minutes earlier than I usually arrived home from work. Things were slow, it was a Friday, and so I left a little early. When I entered our bedroom, I saw my wife, Julie, in the master bathroom. She had apparently just finished taking a shower. She startled a little when she saw me watching her and quickly wrapped a towel around her torso. 

"Jim, you're home early!" observed Julie as she moved to the side of the bed, where I noticed that she had her underwear already laid out. "You do remember that I'm going out with the girls tonight? I'm just getting cleaned up and dressed. I have a stew simmering on the stove for your dinner. I shouldn't be out too awfully late."

"Don't spend a minute worrying about me, Julie," I replied in what I felt was a very calm voice. "I won't be here when you get back anyway."

With that said I turned to the closet and pulled out a large suitcase. I placed it on the bed and began taking clothes from my drawers and placing them in the suitcase.

"Are you going on a trip, Jim?" asked Julie. "You never mentioned anything to me about it. What's going on?"

"What's going on?" I repeated? "You can probably answer that one better than I can. I will, however, tell you that I'm not going on a trip. I'm leaving you, Julie. I've had about enough. My stupid manly pride demands that I get the hell out of here."

"What're you talking about, Jim? You know I go out with the girls now and then. I've never complained about your bowling league, or an occasional poker night. Now you're getting all bent out of shape over me going out once a week with my girlfriends? You need help!"

"I probably do, but that doesn't alter the fact that I'm getting the hell out. There are certain things I expect, no that isn't right. There are certain things that I demand from my wife and you just aren't filling the bill anymore," I responded. 

"What're you talking about, Jim?" demanded Julie. "I work, keep a clean house, always make you dinner, and gave you two kids. I'd say I've been a pretty damn good wife and you've got no real complaints coming."

"A few weeks ago I would've agreed with your statement, Julie, but not now. I will not be treated with disrespect, or contempt," I added. 

"What in holy hell are you talking about, Jim? I've always shown you respect. I'm not going to kiss your ass or beg to be allowed a night out with my friends if that's where this is leading. I'm an independent woman and have the right to make decisions on my own," she insisted.

"That's exactly right," I quickly retorted. "But so do I. I've decided to get the hell away from here. As I said, I will not be shown such obvious disrespect from my own wife. Have a good time tonight and stay out as late as you like. I no longer give a shit!"

With that, I zipped my case closed, lifted it from the bed and headed back down the stairs.

"You miserable prick!" yelled Julie from the top of the stairs. "You'll be crawling back, begging me to forgive you, but I won't! I don't even know what the hell you're so mad about!"

I drove to a local motel and registered for the weekend. Once I was settled in, I called my cousin Mark.

"Mark, I've moved out on Julie. It was almost exactly like Betty said it would be when I got home. I caught Julie just getting out of the shower. Let's just say that Betty was right."

Wow, Jim. I'm sorry to hear that. I was hoping Betty was wrong about it. Is there anything we can do to help?" asked Mark.

"Is Betty going out tonight, Mark?" I asked. "If she is, tell her to not let on that she knows anything about me leaving, and to keep an eye on Julie. I want to know if anything happens, although it probably doesn't make a shitload of difference now."

"Yeah, she's getting ready now. I'll pass this all on to her and tell her to keep an eye open and her mouth shut," promised Mark. "I'm really sorry it worked out this way, but it might not be too late. Julie could still come to her senses."

"Maybe, but this contempt she's shown me lately will be hard to forgive and I'll never forget it. I'm sure of that. I'm going to have a couple beers and go to bed. Ask Betty to call my cell in the morning if she has any information I might find interesting, okay? Thanks for everything, and especially thank Betty for me."

I was having breakfast at an IHOP when my cell rang. I saw from the caller ID that it was Betty, so I took the call.

"Hey, Jim. I'm just checking in. Julie was pretty quiet last night and she left early, and alone. I heard Dottie ask her if something was wrong, but Julie just smiled and said that she had a bad headache. The shithead stayed until quite late. He regaled the group with his amazing adventures and the girls just ate it up. I'm afraid that Julie isn't the only idiot being drawn into his web. He even spent more time than usual working on me. Maybe that's because I'm his greatest challenge. I hardly even listen to his bullshit and it's driving him nuts."

"Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Betty. If it weren't for you, I'd be the typical clueless husband," I lamented. "You've really opened my eyes."

"No offense, Jim, but you still seem pretty damn clueless to me. You've got over twenty years invested in Julie. You love the dumb bitch. You need to fight for her and not just walk away. You know damn well that she'll regret her mistakes soon. You should step to the plate and stop her from making the big one that she can't rectify. That's what I'd expect Mark to do for me," concluded Betty.

"I've given her everything I had for over twenty years. I shouldn't have to fight for her now, or ever, Betty," I insisted. "Either she's my wife and she wants to be my wife, or she doesn't. There's no middle ground on this."

"Well, at least be sure that she understands that much. She may think that she can have a little fling and keep her steady, dependable husband at the same time. You know, the best of both worlds as they say."

"That doesn't sound very good for me. Some other guy gets the heat and passion while I'm dependable and clueless? I won't stand for that scenario, not for even for a second. Julie's fucked up big this time."

"I've been giving all this some thought, Jim, and I have an idea that might help Julie see the light. I wouldn't suggest it if you hadn't already moved out and indicated that you're all but done with Julie. Could you come over for lunch tomorrow and we'll discuss it?" requested Betty. 

The next afternoon saw me sitting in the living room at Mark's house. Mark and I were watching the ball game while eating soup and a sandwich. Betty walked into the room followed by a rather voluptuous blonde.

"Jim, this is my sister, Veronica, and yes, my dad had a sense of humor. She'll be staying with us for a couple months while she settles into her new job and looks for a place of her own. I think she may be the answer to your problem," Betty suggested.

"I hope you're referring to the bad case of blue balls I have recently contracted," I replied cleverly.

"Not even close, Big Boy," laughed Betty. "I've already discussed my idea with Veronica and she's game. It's all up to you now."

Later that afternoon, I pulled into my driveway and dragged my suitcase into the house.

"Jim!" cried Julie as she ran to me. "I'm so glad you came back! I was just getting ready to call you, much as I hated to be the first to give in. I still don't know what I did to upset you so much, but I'm sure we can work it out. I really missed you a lot, Darling. I love you so much!"

I mumbled a few trite sounding words of apology and carried my bag to the bedroom and unpacked my clothes. While I was doing that, I heard the phone ring and Julie answer it. A few minutes later Julie stepped into the bedroom.

"Jim, that was Betty, She's having a party Friday night and asked if we'd attend. I know that she's my friend and not yours, but you'll like her husband. He's a good guy and loves sports, just like you. She said there'll be a few other men there, as well as our girl friends from work. I told her that we'd be happy to attend, but if you don't want to go, I'll just tell her that you had already made other plans. If you don't want to go, would you mind if I went anyway? I really do enjoy Betty and the other girls that'll be there," Julie concluded.

"I'd be happy to go, Julie. I want to get to know your pals from work a lot better," I responded immediately.

Julie seemed surprised that I was willing to go to a party where I hardly knew anyone. Did I also detect a hint of disappointment, mixed with the surprise? Before I could be certain, Julie was smiling and unbuttoning her blouse.

"I think it's time for some make-up sex. Jim. I hate when we fight, especially when I don't even know what you were so mad about. Why don't you screw my brains out and then we'll discuss whatever it was that enraged you so. I'm certain that it had to be a simple misunderstanding," assured Julie.

Julie was a beautiful woman, as well as my wife of twenty two years, so I yielded to her suggestion and began to peel my clothes off. 

"I shaved my little kitty for you, Jim. I thought you might like a better look at the object of your desire and the source of so much pleasure," purred Julie as she ran a finger up and down her bare slit.

I almost changed my mind about jumping into bed with Julie after her revelation about her pussy, but decided to man up and give it a pounding it wouldn't soon forget. Betty had suggested that I fight for my wife rather than just give up, so what better way than to fuck her into oblivion?

The week went by fairly normally. Julie was loving and attentive. She seemed to accept my explanation for walking out the previous Friday. I told her that I had wanted to spend a quiet evening with her and simply became angry and petulant when she told me she was going out with her friends. For some reason, Julie seemed to think that was a reasonable explanation. It demonstrated to me that she didn't understand me very well. I would never get that angry and walk out on her over something so trivial.

We got to Mark and Betty's home around seven. Julie introduced us.

"Betty, you may have seen my husband Jim a few times and I know you've heard me talk about him a lot since you and Mark moved into the area a few months ago. Here he is in the flesh. Jim, this is Betty and her husband, Mark. They are fairly new to the area. Mark was a career man in the Army and spent most of his duty in Europe, with a couple vacations in Baghdad."

I shook hands with Mark and Betty as a lovely blonde woman strolled up to us.

"Nice to meet you, Jim," smiled Betty. "Now I want both you and Julie to meet Veronica. She's moving into the area and will be staying with us until she finds a place of her own." 

I watched Julie size Veronica up with some amusement. Julie was a lovely woman, but Veronica was drop-dead gorgeous. She was blonde with legs that went forever and tits that seemingly defied gravity. Julie forced a smile as she shook Veronica's hand. I offered my hand, but Veronica stepped inside it and hugged me. I could feel her amazing tits pressing against my lower chest and they felt spectacular. Our hug lasted a little longer than what might be considered customary, and that point did not go unnoticed by my wife.

We had just gotten our drinks when Betty brought a good looking guy around to introduce to me. "Jim, this is Will. He started at our work a couple weeks ahead of me, but everyone treats him likes he's been there years. He's our company's newest star."

I shook hands with the creep. He was good looking in a pretty sort of way, with every hair in place and what appeared to be freshly pressed clothes. How many single guys bothered with that shit? He appeared to be in good shape and had a really bright smile. I wanted to knock his white teeth right out of his head.

I watched with interest as Betty introduced Will to Veronica. It wasn't hard to see that he was impressed, but then, what man wouldn't be? As I mingled with the other partiers, a pattern began to develop. Will kept trying to impress Veronica and she was having no part of it. Julie seemed to somehow find her way into whatever group Will made small talk with as he relentlessly pursued Veronica.

It would have been amusing if Julie had not been my wife. As it was, I found it infuriating. Julie was trying not to be obvious, but anyone watching closely could see that she was smitten by the prick. For her part, Veronica constantly found reasons to engage me in conversation. She hung on my every word and laughed at all my jokes. All in all, she acted like a very intelligent, discerning woman.

As often happens, the subject under discussion got around to sex. More than a few people showed some surprise when Veronica stated that she preferred men with shaved genitals. She thought it looked neater and eliminated the need to pick hairs from between her teeth. I heard more than one man release a groan at that observation. 

Eventually Veronica began to dominate my time and Will seemed to give up on her and turn his attention to Julie. This caused Julie to get that deer in the headlights look whenever I glanced at her. Will was the kind of guy that put his hand on a woman's back or shoulder as he spoke to her. I always felt that was a sexual thing for men and never did that with women other than my wife. Will knew the effect touches and small caresses had on the fairer sex. Oddly, it wasn't too long before Julie was finding reasons to stand near me. She was quite cool to Veronica, but Veronica failed to notice and often touched my arm or shoulder as she made her point, much like Will had done with Julie. Now and then she even leaned in and touched me with her points. It was a great party! 

On the drive home, Julie let me know that she was upset with Veronica's attention to me. I maintained innocence along with plausible male stupidity.

"She kept touching your arm or back all night. She laughed at every stupid joke you told. Then she was totally inappropriate with her comments about sex. I hate to say it but Betty's sister seems to be a real slut. You'd better avoid her like the plague, Jim," cautioned Julie.

"Julie, you're making way too much out of this," I responded reasonably. "Just because she is so damn beautiful with incredible tits and a really firm, tight ass, you think that she's some kind of slut. Hell, I saw that guy Will touching your arm and back as he spoke to you and even whisper a few things so no one else could hear. By your reasoning, that would mean he was trying to get into your little panties. He hasn't been hitting on you at work, has he?"

"No! He's always a perfect gentleman," answered Julie far too quickly. "He's younger and single and has all sorts of women after him. He'd never be interested in me."

"Does that mean I married an undesirable woman? That you have no sex appeal left, and men don't find you attractive?" I asked.

"Of course not, Jim. I look okay for my age and I look great to you, but you have blurred vision when you look at me. You see me as a sexy woman while other men see me as a middle aged mom. You're my husband and you're supposed to be biased."

"That's kind of insulting, Julie. I didn't marry a dog. I'm not blind, or even biased. I have an attractive, sexy wife that other men naturally desire. I wouldn't have it any other way, as long as you realize that I'm the only dude that drinks from that well. Don't insult me by demeaning yourself again, and never underestimate your appeal to other men. That mistake could get you into a lot of trouble. Men are pretty much alike. They want to bang every good looking woman that they see. Most of us have the sense and decency to control those desires and urges. Some do not, but trust no man but me with that bare little kitty," I stated seriously.

Julie looked at me in surprise for ten or fifteen seconds. Then she nodded her head slowly. 

"Jim, I think you've just given me a very nice compliment, as well as a reason to worry about you with attractive women. You want to screw every good looking woman you see? You think other men feel that way about me? You think that I'm attractive and desirable to most men, even younger ones? Is that really how men think?" she asked.

"Pretty much, when men actually take the trouble to think. Mostly, we simply react to stimuli, like nice tits and angry wives, and jealous husbands. These are the things that control our reactions to situations, along with a few others that I've naturally forgotten."

The next night Julie came to bed in a sheer nightie. She pulled back the covers to climb into bed when she suddenly gave my crotch a second look. The she jerked the covers off to reveal my naked body.

"What in hell did you do?" she demanded.

"I just stroked the little guy while I was waiting for you, Julie. It helps get him standing strong and ready for action, so don't be upset," I replied.

"I'm not talking about you being hard, Jim. You have no hair down there. What made you do..was it because that tramp said she like shaved balls? Are you hoping to score with that bitch? Is that why you shaved?" demanded Julie.

"Of course not, Julie! I just liked the way you looked shaved and though that I'd try it. You wouldn't shave because some other man said he liked bare pussies, and I certainly would never accuse you of it," I added defensively. 

Julie just began to cry and headed back to the bathroom. I was asleep by the time she returned to bed. The next night there was more trouble when I got home from work.

"What in hell happened to your hair?" asked a stunned Julie. "It looks like you stopped for a shoe polish and the guy polished the wrong end. What's with that ridiculous black hair?"

"I just thought I was beginning to look old with all that gray hair. I decided it was about time I did something about it," I answered petulantly. 

"I loved the way your hair was gray at the temples. It made you look distinguished. Now you just look plain silly. How long before it can it be washed out?" wondered Julie.

So we had a bad week. That weekend we were invited to another party held by other work friends, but Julie was less keen to go this time. Then she spoke with Betty Friday morning at work and learned that Veronica would not be there. That seemed to change Julie's mind and we went.

Good old Will was there and he seemed to be chatting Julie up quite a bit. It was a little before nine when Veronica rang the bell. After some small talk with a few ladies, she gravitated over to my side. Will had abandoned Julie and followed Veronica around like a lost puppy until she settled next to me. Then Julie lost all interest in the clever things that Will had to offer and became a permanent fixture on my left side. Veronica literally paid her no attention.

It was during a discussion of colors that Veronica made the observation that yellow and brown made a great combination in housing colors. Then she complimented me on how young I looked and asked if I had done something with my hair. I heard Julie actually gag. It was another great party. Once again, Julie bitched about "that bitch" all the way home and over the course of the weekend.

It seemed to escalate Monday when Julie got home to find painters just adding the finishing touches on our house. We were now the proud owners of the only brown house in the neighborhood with yellow trim and shutters.

When she came through the door, I wondered if I should dial 911. Her face was purple and her eyes were bulging. I could not detect any breathing, although her mouth was wide open. Oddly, no sounds were forthcoming either. Finally, after almost a minute, she let it all out, and loudly.

"You stupid skirt chasing bastard! Not only does the house look like shit, but everyone will know that you painted it these colors because that big titted slut announced to the world that she liked this dumbass combination. Could you be any more obvious, asshole?" demanded Julie in a rage. "First, you shave your balls, which makes you look like a little boy, by the way. The you put shoe polish in your hair, which makes you look like an asshole, by the way. Now, you've not only embarrassed yourself, but you've made me the laughing stock of the neighborhood. My friends will lose all respect for me because they'll all know that you did it to please that damned harlot. Why don't you just take out an ad in the paper telling the world that you want to fuck that whore?"


What Goes On in this Room...



MeMe called him Meechie so much, she had to stop and think when he told the girl behind the counter his name was Demetrius. Whatever, she bet he didn't remember her real name was Amina. When you always used a nickname, it could be hard to remember who even knew your government name.

She always thought Moray was a nickname too, maybe a ghetto way of saying Maury. Like, maybe his mother wanted to name him after Maury Povich, but then somebody thought Moray sounded fancier and it just stuck. Anyway, that was how names came about in her family.

But Meechie had laughed and told her no. Moray was his boy's real name.

They should call him Hoover, she thought, as her man's friend sucked again on the blunt they were all supposed to share.

Trying not to think about how wet he might be getting it, she asked him, "You sharing that? Pass that shit, damn."

Moray just smiled lazily at her. He had forgotten MeMe and Meechie were even there. The weed put him in his own world. Besides, they were curled up with each other on the bed, while he had to take the chair all by himself.

If that moody bitch, Vanessa, wasn't always on her period, maybe he wouldn't have to be there with the blunt as his only companion.

Trying not to feel sorry for himself, he leaned over and passed the blunt to MeMe. She hit it, twice, then passed it on to Meechie, who was laying behind her, playing with her ass crack where Moray couldn't see. When he stopped to take the blunt, MeMe found that she missed the touch of his hand.

It didn't occur to her to feel uncomfortable that she was the only female in the motel room with two guys. Meechie was her man, had been for seven months, and Moray was his boy. When you got Meechie, Moray was always somewhere around and vice versa. Plus, Vanessa was supposed to be there too, but she cancelled at the last minute.

MeMe didn't see any reason her plans had to be messed up, so they just went ahead with the plan to get a room.

But now here they were, in a room with a bed and a buzz. Her man was playing with her ass a little bit, and this shit could be real mellow.

Except for Moray, sitting there in the chair looking dazed, MeMe knew he really wasn't paying her and Meechie any mind. But he would notice if she turned around and sat on his friend's face, which was exactly what she wanted to do.

MeMe knew she hadn't said anything, hadn't even moved. But Moray suddenly perked up, like he was reading her mind. She thought for a minute that he would have the decency to excuse himself now that he'd smoked up all the weed, so she and her man could get a little privacy.

But, no, that was not what he had in his mind. "What y'all doing over there?" he asked his friend. "I know you ain't trying to get with this girl while I'm sitting over here by myself. What kind of shit is that?"

Meechie just laughed and reminded his boy that he didn't make Vanessa leave. It wasn't his fault if Moray had no woman to be with. "What you want me to do?"

"Well, you two could at least invite me to play with you too," Moray said.

MeMe waited for Meechie to say something. She knew that Moray was likely just playing, and she didn't expect Meechie to go off the way he would have if anybody else had suggested she be shared between them. But she did expect Meechie to tell his friend it wasn't that kind of party.

But the silence just stretched out. She turned her head, ready to go off, and saw Meechie looking at her. With a question on his face, did she want to?

She raised her eyebrows at him, shocked. Did she want to? Did he want her to? She didn't know what was going on.

She looked over at Moray and saw the same question on his face too. He'd said the dumb shit just playing around, but now that neither of them said no, he was down if they were. 

Neither man had thought through the logistics though. They'd never shared a woman before. The closest they'd come was when about five of them had sex with the same cheerleader one night after a game, in high school. But she had offered to do each of them separately, so it was more of a train. The only logistics they had to worry about was who was going first and who had to be the nasty ass to take her last.

Moray knew that even if Meechie would agree to let him hit his girl, he wouldn't want her to be treated like the whorish cheerleader. It would probably be more of a group bang.

But what if their dicks touched? 

He'd been told by a few people that his name sounded feminine, but Moray knew he was not gay. Didn't even really like it when they had to take showers together back in school. As long as he'd known Meechie, he'd never seen the man's dick and he could happily die without ever seeing it.

But the weed had made him horny, and the fact that MeMe had not immediately said no made him curious. It must be some strong ass weed, because he would have sworn she didn't have that kind of freaky in her.

MeMe would agree with him; she didn't think she was that freaky either. Except, if she was honest, she'd done some things she wouldn't admit to Meechie even if he put a gun to her head. Even a girl, the one time, but she'd been real drunk and barely remembered it. Besides, the girl had gone down on her; she still had no idea what another woman's pussy tasted like.

She also had never done two men at once, especially not when one of them was supposed to be her man. If she did this, would Meechie wake up tomorrow and accuse her of cheating on him? Could he do that, when he was right there participating?

And what was up with that shit, anyway? Usually, he was the one always on her about what she wore and what guys she was supposedly looking at. Even getting on her when he felt somebody else was looking at her, like she had control over what some random man decided to do. So why all of a sudden was he okay with the idea of her fucking his friend, right in front of him?

She also wondered the same thing Moray had, how it would even get done. Would she have to fuck one then the other? Oh, God, what if they fucked each other? She was no homophobe, but her mind was not that open. There was no way in hell she was going to be there watching her man get fucked by his best friend and be okay with that.

Meechie was shocked that MeMe still hadn't protested. When Moray first made the comment, he knew the other man was joking. Not that it was funny, but that was just the way Moray was when he got high. You never knew what might come out of his mouth.

Meechie hadn't said anything right away, because he wanted to see what MeMe was going to say. Not really a test, exactly, because he never thought she would even consider it. More that he liked seeing her go off especially when it wasn't directed at him.

But she hadn't gone off at all. In fact, she hadn't even said no. True, she hadn't said yes, either, but the silence...did that mean she was thinking about it?

Meechie looked passed MeMe's body, and made eye contact with Moray. He wondered what the other dude was thinking, what he would do if he and MeMe said yes. Probably leave the room, and tell everybody I wanted to fuck him, even though it was his idea. 

Meechie could already hear the bullshit he would have to put up with, by the time Moray got through twisting this shit around to make him look perverted.

He caught Moray's eye, and then MeMe's. He still couldn't tell what either of them was thinking, so he just gave her a little nudge on the bed. And was shocked when she actually got up and went over to the chair. Okay, it was going to be like that, huh? 

MeMe felt his nudge, and was so surprised she just got up. She loved Meechie, and if this was what he wanted her to do, then she would. Just this once, though.

She knew it was likely to get out, but then again maybe not. Neither of them could tell this story without admitting that they'd had sex basically with each other. And she definitely wouldn't be telling people that she fucked two men at once. 

They would all keep it to themselves because they would all look bad if they told.

Meechie caught Moray's eye again as MeMe stood beside him. "You don't put your dick in her and for damn sure you better not put your dick on me. In fact, I don't even want to see your dick.

"She might give you a hand job, or maybe blow you. If you want to eat her pussy, I'll let you go first. But only I get to fuck her."

MeMe knew she should have been insulted, gone off on Meechie for talking about her as if she wasn't even there like they were negotiating how to share a fucking sex toy or something. But really, she didn't hear anything in the rules he'd laid down that she objected to. So she let it go.

For Moray, what he heard was it was a go. Shit, he never expected this when he woke up that morning. He was glad that Vanessa had bailed on him, because he liked MeMe's body better anyway. Even with Meechie's restrictions, he was going to enjoy himself.

He was ready to get started, so he reached out and grabbed the luscious ass that was right there, practically in his face. He looked over at Meechie, to see if he would react. Was it really okay?

MeMe jumped a little and looked at Meechie too. If she saw any anger or jealousy on his face, she was going to put a stop to this. She'd leave the room if she needed to. He wasn't going to trick her into cheating; she didn't want to lose him over something he and his friend had come up with.

Deep down, she was curious though. She thought Moray was kind of cute, and would have totally gone for him if she hadn't met Meechie first. She had no complaints about the way things were with Meechie, but maybe she could at least get a little whiff of what the other man had to offer.

Meechie's face was unreadable to the other two, so they just continued what they'd started. He squeezed her butt, and she parted her legs a bit, still standing, so that his hand could go between her legs. He took her up on that and moved the fingers of the hand that was cupping her ass lower, so that they played with the seam of her jeans.

Back and forth he rubbed her there, lightly, just enough for her to know he was there. And she got wet, more from the situation than the friction he caused.

Meechie had been with MeMe enough times to know how her face looked when she got aroused. He saw that look caused by his best friend, and did not get mad like he thought he would, though he should.

Instead, it kind of made him hot. He could feel his dick twitch. It wasn't hard, not yet, but it was interested. He leaned over and pulled MeMe's arm, shifting her body towards him on the bed. Moray got up and followed her, rather than remove his hand. So she ended up with Meechie in front of her and Moray behind her, all of them on the bed together.

The two men were true to the rules, and did not touch each other. Instead, they each picked a part of her, and switched up every so often. Since Moray was already between her legs, Meechie pulled open her blouse and pushed her bra up over her tits. He liked the way that made them compress, so that her nipples kind of stuck out for him whether he'd gotten them hard or not.

He leaned up and began to suck on one, and she took his hand and put it on the other one. Moray had better positioning now, so he took his other hand and reached around her front, rubbing her pussy from the back and the front, still outside her jeans though.

She knew that would eventually chafe her skin, and wished they'd taken off their clothes. Or that she'd worn a skirt, which would have been a lot less awkward to work with. Or even better, her jean halter-top dress, which snapped all the way down the front. It would have been so dramatic, to have one or the both of them just rip it open and she would be instantly naked.

Well, she hadn't known she should dress for a ménage, so she had on all the wrong clothing. But if she was going to do this it might as well be done right. Since her hands were the only ones free, she unsnapped her own pants.

Moray helped her pull them down. They were so tight, and he was so rough with it, that her panties came down too. But he was only interested in freeing her pussy, and stopped worrying about her pants once he got them to her knees.

Meechie had said he couldn't put his dick in her, but he never said he couldn't slip a finger in there. So he did, still embracing her from the back. Once again, she opened her legs as wide as she could, considering her jeans were still around her knees, and gave him access to her folds.

She was already wet, and as he stroked her she got even wetter. Meechie had said he could eat her pussy, and Moray's mouth started watering at the idea. His boy knew he liked to eat a girl's pussy, didn't consider it a chore at all. Meechie would do it, but he wasn't really crazy about it the way Moray was. Moray knew MeMe had probably never been eaten the way she was about to be.

Much as he didn't really like to go down on any girl, Meechie did like the way MeMe sucked his dick. That was why he really didn't want to share that; like when he was a kid, he'd only share some of his toys with his friends, but definitely not his best toy.

Wondering what she would say if she could hear him think of her as his toy, Meechie was the next to pull down his pants. He positioned MeMe between him and Moray, so he wasn't so exposed to the other man.

He was relieved when MeMe seemed to know what he wanted, and just voluntarily leaned down to take him in her mouth. Moray's fingers were still in her pussy, and he'd been about to try to stick at least one in her ass when she moved. But he was okay with that, because her bending lower brought her ass up higher. So now her pussy was practically staring him in the face.

It was only because Meechie was his boy that he kept from dropping his pants and sticking his dick into that tight hole. He could smell her, both because she was in his face and because her scent was all over both of his hands, and the scent made his mouth water again. She smelled the way a woman should smell, her natural musky scent better than some artificial meadow scent any day.

While MeMe licked around Meechie's balls the way he liked her to do, Moray spread her ass cheeks so that he had better access to the hole at the base of her pussy. He used his fingers some more, juicing her up, then put his mouth on her.

He knew she felt it when she paused in the middle of doing much the same thing to Meechie, just kind of froze while she let herself feel his tongue skills. And he knew he had skills, because he'd been told that more than once, by more than one woman. Meechie better hope MeMe didn't accidentally bite him when Moray made her cum.

MeMe would never admit it to him, because she thought Moray was already a little too conceited. She was not going to be another female to pump his head up, even if she did let him taste her pussy. But he was not wrong about his ability to give head. She felt energized by whatever he was doing with his fingers and his tongue, and even more so when Meechie reached up and grabbed her swinging breasts.

His touch was enough to get her started on him again, and she slowly let her tongue lick up his shaft. Then she took him back into her mouth and used her cheek muscles to suck on him. He thrust his hips up, gently, and they met in the middle when his head hit the back of her throat.

So MiMi had her mouth on him, and she had Moray's mouth on her. They were nearing climax, but poor Moray still had on all his clothes. It occurred to MeMe that wasn't really fair, but she was not really in a mood or position to help him out there. Meechie had said the other man's dick was not to go in her, and she had to respect that.

Besides, she could feel Meechie begin to bulge in her mouth, and knew it was too late for him. Just like she knew it was too late for her too; she could feel the pressure building fast as Moray continued to work her pussy from behind. She went in deeper and so did Moray, and she and Meechie achieved orgasm at pretty much the same time.

MeMe didn't mind swallowing; it was so much less messy than spitting. So she drank Meechie down, as Moray licked her a little drier. She wanted him to stop, because he was messing up her afterglow, but her mouth was too full to tell him so.

After MeMe got up from the bed to go rinse her mouth out, Meechie threw the spread over his naked lower half rather than just pull his pants back up. But Moray wasn't looking at him anyway; they were both looking at MeMe's nearly naked body as she walked over to the sink.

She was completely naked from the waist down, but still had on her open blouse and her bra. But the bra was pushed up above her tits, so it wasn't covering a thing.

Fuck it, she thought, and took off the remaining clothing. In reality, she felt less naked when she was naked and not half hanging out of her clothing.

The men appreciated it too, although they were careful to only look at MeMe, not each other.

MeMe almost changed her mind about rinsing out her mouth when she saw the light brown tap water. But then she remembered they still had some beer left, so she swished that around her mouth and spit it out into the sink. She brought it back to the bed with her and Meechie finished the little corner that was left.

He still wasn't hard, as she had pretty much drained him with her mouth. But she was his woman and he hadn't even gotten a whiff of her yet. So he lazily played around between her legs as they reclined on the bed.

Moray remembered he'd been promised a hand job, but didn't know how to propose it. Now that they weren't all touching, it seemed a bit much to just drop his pants and demand MeMe touch him.

She solved that problem for him by patting the mattress on her side, away from Meechie. With his back turned, Meechie couldn't even see MeMe's hand in Moray's lap.

They didn't take his sweat pants off, just pulled them down a bit. His erection sprang up, and she fisted it in her hand without disturbing whatever Meechie wanted to do to her pussy. He couldn't see what she was doing to his friend, but he could feel the rhythm of her arms as it shook her whole body. Without thinking, he matched her rhythm as he probed in and out of her with two fingers.

Moray was getting off on MeMe's touch, maybe especially since she was only in contact with his dick. She pulled hard, then soft, and squeezed every time she got near the base of his shaft. He put his hand on hers and encouraged her to jack him harder, and she did. He threw his head back and let her do the work to get him there.

He tried to be quiet and so did she. But they each let little squeaks and groans come out as they felt what was being done to them. MeMe felt that Moray was close, so she increased the pressure of her hand on his dick, squeezing him tighter and pumping him harder, until at last he came.

Meechie was being polite by letting MeMe finish his friend before he claimed her for himself. He wanted all of her attention when he was inside her, so he pulled her away from Moray by putting her on her stomach.

He knew from experience that she wouldn't do anal, and didn't particularly like doggy style. She would do it, but the position she most liked was to be lying flat on her front, and have him move her hips up just enough to penetrate her pussy from behind. It wasn't very energetic, but she found Meechie most often hit the right spot for her with his slow, deep strokes the position brought out in him.

MeMe went down on her stomach voluntarily, but the truth was she was getting tired. Her pussy was getting sore from all the friction. She had been on her way when Meechie was just playing with her pussy, but felt herself sliding out of the moment when he removed his fingers to reposition her. She didn't think she had another orgasm in her that day.




What Goes On in this Room...



It still felt nice, though, to have Meechie draped across her whole body, his cock deep in her from the back. He was right, from this position he was almost constantly on that little spot in her that always liked to be touched. It could just be a little hard to find.

But since he kept rubbing against it, she began to get a new life. She got wetter again, and felt the pressure begin to build, even though she'd thought she was done.

As she began to feel him more and more, she wanted to turn over and get him to hit it from the front. Meechie was happy where he was and didn't immediately respond to her shifting posture. But when he did notice, he eased out of her so she could flop over.

She was more or less in missionary position, except she bent her knees as she gapped her legs open for him. and (She) then lifted her hips to meet his pelvis as he pumped away at her. And she was right, the new position was what put her over the edge. And they both came, again.

Moray had been sitting on the side of the bed where MeMe left him, trying not to listen to the couple fucking by his side. He didn't need to get excited again. He was tired. He really wanted to ask them where the weed was, so he could roll a blunt and maybe smoke it in the bathroom until they finished. But it seemed rude for him to interrupt them just to ask that, so he gave Meechie the same consideration that Meechie had given him, and only got up to pull his pants up on his waist.

When she and Meechie finished, MeMe was done. She didn't want the men to get any more ideas, so she quickly gathered up her clothes and a warm wash cloth, and went into the little bathroom.

By the time she came up, as clean as she was going to get under the circumstances and dressed, she saw that the guys were dressed too. Meechie had found the rest of the sack which she honestly hadn't been going to share with them. With everything that ended up happening, she just forgot to put it in her purse.

Some people would get mad if they'd rolled up their weed without asking. After all, neither man had put a damn thing on that sack. But MeMe wasn't the petty type, and she did hit the blunt with them a few times, taking long pulls because she wanted to hurry up and burn it out.

There were things she wanted to say, but she didn't know how to bring them up without opening herself up to other subjects that she never wanted to speak of again. So she decided to just trust them both to be discreet, and not talk about what went on in the room. It was a one time thing, but she could let them know that if it ever came up again.

Once the blunt was smoked down to the filter, they put it out in the rest of the forty-ounce, and left the whole mess on the side table as they left the room.



What Goes On



"Exactly why are you upset, Julie? Is it wrong to change hair style without consulting a spouse, especially when it is done to impress someone else? Is it wrong to shave your genital area simply because someone else mentioned they like how it looks? Is it wrong to want to improve the looks of your home simply because the great idea came from someone else? Why do you think that all these things indicate that I want to sleep with Veronica? Is it because she's so damned beautiful and has tits to die for? Is it her good taste? Is it because she is younger than you and has not had children and looks so damn good?" I mused.

Julie looked at me like I had two heads. Once again she was stunned into silence. She just shook her head in wonder.

"Of course all those things are enough to make anyone think that you want to sleep with that bitch! You can't be that blind and stupid, Jim. You know damn well that's the only plausible explanation for your bizarre behavior. I'm afraid you need professional help."

"Okay, Julie, I'll get that help if you agree to seek the same treatment. Maybe we can get a family discount or something," I added.

"Jim, you're the one that needs help. You're the one that's lost his mind, not me," responded Julie tearfully.

"But Julie, didn't you change your hair style when Will mentioned to everyone on one of your girls' nights out that he preferred short hair on women? Didn't you start wearing shorter skirts and lower necklines when Will mentioned how he preferred that women dress that way? Didn't you shave your kitty when Will announced how much sexier he though bare pussies were? Didn't you wear your sexiest underwear on your ladies' nights? By your own reasoning, that would mean that you slept with Will, or that you wanted to, or possibly planned to do so? Wouldn't that indicate you have no respect for me, your husband? Shouldn't it be me that you're trying to impress and please, Julie? Where does Will fit into this?" I quizzed gently.

"My God! How did you know all that? Who told you? I didn't change to please, or impress Will. It was for you, but someone fed you a ration of shit about Will and me. There's nothing going on between Will and me. There never has been. You're delusional," insisted Julie,

"Then I would have to say that I colored my hair, shaved my balls and had the house painted to please you and I have no interest in that beautiful, big titted sister of my cousin's wife. I did tell you before we were married that I was close to a cousin that had made the military a career. That cousin is Mark," I concluded.

"Mark is your cousin? So Betty was your spy? And Tits is her sister?" gasped Julie. "You did all of this on purpose, Jim! You humiliated me on purpose."

"No more than you did me, Julie. At least you were no more humiliated than I was. You may have been slightly less culpable, because it wasn't as deliberate, but the effect was the same. You decide what you want in our marriage. I know what I want and it's not humiliation and degradation. Now you understand why I left you that night when I came home and saw that you had shaved your pussy just a week after Slick Willy announced that he liked them that way. 

"If you want a divorce just let me know, Julie. If you want to just play the field and/or sneak around on me, or just humiliate me, we'll get a divorce and you can find some dumb bastard that goes for that shit, because I don't!" 

"No, I don't want a divorce, Jim! I know that for sure. I never did anything with Will, except listen too much to his line of bullshit. As soon as that damn Barbie Doll came into the picture he had eyes only for her. That's when I finally realized what a fool I'd been. It became pretty apparent that I had to protect what I had and never mind looking for some strange cock that could care less about me or my happiness. Please don't listen to Betty or that damn Veronica, Jim. I love you. I really do and nothing like this will ever happen again. I've learned my lesson," sobbed Julie.

"Now you don't want me to listen to Betty and Veronica? They've been giving me some damn good advice right along. Now you tell me not to heed their advice? You could be right because they both keep telling me that you may be a dumb bitch at times, but they think that you really do love me and will never come close to straying again. Are you sure that you don't want me to listen to them, Julie?" I asked.

"Truthfully, Jim? Both Betty and Veronica are way smarter than I am. They know what they're talking about. Betty is my best friend and her wonderful sister is one of my favorite people. I can be a dumb bitch at times, but they're smart. Decide for yourself if their advice is better than mine, but the smart money is on those two," replied Julie with tears streaking down her cheeks and a small smile on her lips. 



What Goes Thump In The Night



Hey guys and gals, been off the radar for a while here as life took precedence over writing! Getting just a little bit of time free now so I will slowly get back to posting stories for you, my fans, to read. Hope I haven't lost my touch! Just a reminder, all persons and events are total fiction thought up in my twisted brain. If you don't like brother-sister incest stories or anal sex, then I suggest you skip this one.

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I awoke to a strange sound. My eyes focused on my alarm clock seeing it glowing 11:32P. What the hell? Thump ... thump ... thump ... thump... I listened as the rhythmic sound continued as my brain became fully awake. I listened for any other sounds, like maybe the wind was making something bump against the house or something. Nothing. Nada.

Thump...thump...thump... it was getting harder now and a bit faster. Thump...thump...thump... it just kept going slowly picking up the pace of its thumps. I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes again as I opened my door and walked down the hall. My parents weren't up, having gone to bed shortly after ten, just a little after my sister and I had. I cocked my head and listened. I could still hear it but it was softer so I went to the kitchen and turned on the light.

Nothing seemed amiss in there and I listened again. Very faintly I heard it, thump...thump...thump...thump... then it got faster still, thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump and then it just stopped. Total dead silence overtook the house. What the heck was going on? I gave up figuring this out so I turned off the light and headed back to bed. 

Just as I neared the door to my room my sister stepped out of her bedroom making each of us jump in a mixture of fear and shock as we both gasped out slight versions of "Oh shit! You scared me!" 

Her eyes still quite large Rebecca quickly whispered, "What are you doing up?"

"I heard a noise and was investigating it."

She had a funny look briefly then said, "Um, me too. What was it?"

"Don't know, I couldn't find the source. G'night sis."

"Okay Tom, g'night. I've got to pee."

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The next morning I mentioned the noises to our parents and asked, "Did either of you hear anything last night?" My dad has sleep apnea so he uses one of those noisy air machines. Mom wears ear plugs to shut out the noise.

They looked at each other then dad said, "That'd be a first! That is why we have the security system. It didn't go off did it?"

"No dad, I think I would have mentioned that if it had. Geez."

"Well then it was probably just the wind," mom said as she handed our breakfasts to Rebecca and I with a smile.

"I guess," I said slowly and took a mouthful. I noticed sis hadn't said a word about hearing it, even as she sat there listening intently to every word I said. 

Soon both mom and dad left for work after giving us the list of chores they wanted done. We always acted put out about the chores but they did give us something to do all day during summer vacation. I turned 18 two months ago and will be a senior in high school this fall. Rebecca will be a sophomore at the local college. She is a real book worm, studies all the time and I can't remember the last date she had. I think that is odd because she is a babe if I do say so myself. I'll be honest, I've had visions of her during my wanking sessions. Of course, I've also imagined my mom, my friend's mother, and even Ms. Huxtable who was my 8th grade English teacher. She was smokin' hot!

On my list were two outdoor jobs; mowing the lawn and cutting back some bushes. It was a beautiful day and I did them quickly so I could go over to my buddy's place and play computer games. As I downed a glass of iced tea I thought, 'what the fuck?' as I heard it again. Very softly thump...thump...thump... Shit, am I going mad? Sure it was kind of like a back beat to music that my sister likes but it was there, none the less.

I rinsed the glass and then made another sweep of the house. At the front door I couldn't hear it at all, and the same by our parent's bedroom door which is on the opposite end of the house from my bedroom. As I walked away from mom and dad's room I heard it softly again, and it kept getting louder, louder and faster. Thump ...thump...thump...thump...thumpthumpthumpthumpthump... thumpthumpthumpthumpthump.

It wasn't coming from the bathroom where I needed to take a shower. I stepped into my room and I could hear it really loudly. I walked around my room and it was loudest on the wall common to Rebecca's room. What the fuck?

I walked over to her door and turned the knob only to find it locked. Huh? Her music was playing loudly but I could still hear it outside her door, thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump as fast as I had ever heard it. 

I gave a knock on the door but her music was too loud and she didn't hear me. Shit that thumping was really loud and fast now! "Hey sis," I yelled, "open up!"

The thumping noise grew softer and slowed then grew in speed and intensity once again. I stood there staring at her door like a moron. Finally I turned the knob with one hand giving the door a shake while my other hand pounded on it as I yelled as loud as possible, "SISSSS! Open UP!"

I heard one more yet softer thump and then some strange noises before Rebecca opened her door looking frazzled. "WHAT!?"

"What are you doing in there?"

She looked upset, then said, "I was moving furniture. You got a problem with that?" Then she pushed past me and stepped into the bathroom.

"Hey, I need a shower!" I called out to her.

"Yes you do, stinky, but I got here first!"

She closed the door as I muttered unkind words at her. And then I poked my head into her room and looked around. Hum, it didn't look different from last time I was in here. Smelled odd though. But after giving her room a cursory once over I went back to the kitchen for more iced tea while waiting for the bathroom.

I didn't hear that strange noise for over a week. Hell, I'd totally forgotten about it. But then I awoke to it at 11:47P as I stared at my alarm through sleep shrouded eyes. Fuck me, there it is again. Thump...thump...thump...thump at a slow well spaced pace. I sat up and listened, yup there is a wind tonight. But could the wind be making that sound? Again I paced around the house, listening.

It was soft in the kitchen, non-existent by our parent's bedroom, and fairly audible in the family room as well as the living room. What the fuck? I took a leak in the bathroom and it was fairly loud in there, then I stepped up to Rebecca's room. It was definitely louder outside her door. It was louder and faster, occasionally very loud. Thump... thump...thump...thump...THUMP...thump and then it got really fast thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump. I put my ear to her door and shit it was loud! It sounded like she was having a bad dream as she moaned and groaned every now and then, just like she used to on stormy nights.

Carefully, silently I tried her door knob. It was locked. The noise got really fast and then it simply ... stopped. It sounded like she was moving around in there so I quickly fled to my room and closed my door. Then I heard her door open and the sound of feet walking into the bathroom.

I entered her room and turned on her light. It didn't look different. Still there was that strange odor. She needs an air wick or something! I heard the toilet flush so quickly I turned off her light and left her room heading to the bathroom. She opened the door just before I got there.

"SHIT!!!" she screamed seeing me in the dark hallway. "Damn it Tom, you scared me!" Her eyes looked funny in the dark but I couldn't really tell. "What are you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same question," I said watching her face. "I heard that noise again, then it stopped and I need to pee. Um, did you hear anything?"

"Uh, nope! But I had to go bad too. Bathroom's all yours."

With that she slid past me and closed her bedroom door behind her. I peed and then listened more than slept the rest of the night. I never heard that sound again that night.

I didn't mention the sound to my parents at breakfast. I figured why bother since you couldn't hear it outside of their bedroom door. Around ten, as it was Saturday, mom and Rebecca went shopping and dad went to play golf. That's when I began to snoop. 

Now don't get me wrong, I'm no super detective or anything like that, surely I'm no Sherlock Holmes! But I knew that sound was coming from my sister's room. I was looking every where and getting quite frustrated as there was just nothing out of place. Nothing seemed strange to me, which in and of itself seemed strange. I mean, her room was usually neat but not this neat!

So out of desperation I got down on my hands and knees and started looking around again. Things look different from down there. Suddenly I said to myself, "What the fuck is this?" She had her desk in a corner with one end against our common wall. On the opposite end were several round smudges, like suction darts had been stuck there, only these were very large darts!

As I studied them I noticed that her room's strange smell was really intense there. Her carpet was dampish and slightly sticky. I moved my finger from the carpet to my nose and was nearly overwhelmed by the odor. What is my sister doing in here? It may sound disgusting to you, but I leaned way down and put my nose right above the carpet and inhaled. I inhaled again, deeper this time. Wow was it ever strong, but up close I thought, "I kinda like it!"

Standing up again I looked at those ring smudges again and noticed they were lower than the bottom of my knees. Hmmmm. So I started carefully going through her drawers and closets. Nothing. So I went through them again, slower, carefully digging deeper. 

Ho ... ly ... shit! I struck pay dirt! Make that the mother load! Buried under several pairs of sweatpants was a dildo! Not just any dildo, this fucker (ha, ha, I made a pun!) was lifelike in a gigantic way! I mean, it was nearly as long as my forearm and really thick. It had one hell of a bulbous head and thick veins sticking out all over it! And on the base was a big suction cup that was the exact match to the rings on her desk. Holy mother fuck!

My sister, the one who never dates even though she should be getting asked out every night, my sister is fucking her desk! I was still kneeling by the end of her desk and I just sank down onto my ass there, staring in disbelief at the fake dick in my hand. I'm not sure what made me do it but slowly my hand lifted it to my nose and I smelled it. Oh gawd, it smelled just like her carpet. Just like the odor that hung in her room right after the noises. My sister, that horny little bitch!

Very carefully I replaced the dildo exactly where she had hidden it. No point in arousing her suspicions about me. Then I looked at her door lock and door frame. Wow, I couldn't believe it! All those times when she slammed her door after an argument with our folks had slightly dislodged the board that stops the door from swinging right through it. I have no idea what that is called. Anyway, I found out that I could use my student ID card and slide it under that board and her lock would slide right out of the way! Presto chango! Her locked door could be opened just like that!

Leaving her room exactly as I had found it I went to my room and jacked off a huge load thinking about my horny sister fucking away against her desk. The vision told me that as she did it, her ass was pounding back right towards the head of my bed! God I shot a huge load of cum when I realized that. After cleaning up I took a much needed nap and dreamed about my next move.

I was so anxious to catch her in the act that the next three nights I sat up waiting for her tell tale 'thump' sound. Shit, I never heard a thing! In fact, mom thought I was getting sick since I was so lethargic the following day because of my lack of sleep. It wasn't until Wednesday that I hit pay dirt.

Being my devious self as soon as our folks left for work I told Rebecca that I was going to head over to my buddy's place and do video games. She watched me leave so I knew someone would be making noise soon. Too bad for her she didn't wait to make sure I didn't come back home. I made a loop around the neighborhood and was back in about ten minutes. 

The house was locked when I got back, making me certain that she was pounding her ass on her favorite desk attachment. I relocked the front door and listened for the sounds. I didn't hear them until I had moved about thirty feet closer to her bedroom. As I got closer and closer I realized she was letting it all out today. The thumping sounds seemed much harder and for the first time ever I heard her moaning in time with the thumps.

When I stopped just outside her room I was amazed at what I heard. I could almost see her in my mind as the hard 'THUMP' was accompanied by a harsh sounding "Umph" as she gasped while thrusting her pussy back onto her rubber man. Then a slowish groan as she pulled forward and nearly off of her dildo before another loud THUMP/UMPH sound. She was really into it today. Guess that's what happens when she lets a few days go between fucks!

I gently gave her door knob a twist but it didn't budge. You can't be too careful, even when nobody else is home, I guess. Carefully I slipped my ID card between the main door frame and that thin board I mentioned before. My left hand was on the knob and I felt it as the door slipped open an inch. SUCCESS! I pushed it another inch letting me hear her much louder noises now. 

As luck would have it, as the door slowly opened she was right in my line of sight and her head was hanging down, letting her look at her knees or her over stuffed pussy, who knows which? She sure IS a moaner! THUMP/"OOOHHH", "MMMMMM", THUMP/"OOFF", "UHMMMM" THUMP/"UMPH".

Silently I slipped into her room and carefully closed her door, not making a sound. She was naked and her 34B tits hung down and swayed nicely. Timing it just right I waited until her ass started backwards before I spoke. "Whatcha doing?"

THUMP/"OAPH!" Then her face shot upwards as her ass cheeks shook from the blow against the desk. "TOM! WHAT! OHGOD! I ... OH ... NO!" I had never seen her face turn as bright red as it did just then, her body frozen in place engulfing the entire rubber dick.

I wanted to fuck her so bad just then, but no way did I want to shoot off in less than 5 seconds so I said, "Don't let me stop you! I'll just let you suck me off while you do that. I think that's fair." My hands were undoing my shorts and pushing them down as I spoke. 

"No, Tom, please don't ..." she began as I walked towards her. Then her eyes dropped to my cock-tent in my boxers and she let her mouth hang as she stared. "Oh Tom," she said softly. I made a show of it as I pulled my boxer's waist band out and then over my raging hardon. My tip was caught on the cloth and bent down before it sprang free and bobbed powerfully back up towards my abdomen.

I noticed she had sort of leaned forward as I pulled them down, then when my cock came into view her ass pushed back about three inches to fully impale herself again. I don't think she even knew she did that! What she did was gasp, "Oh Tom! You ... that's ... oh gosh ... it's beautiful!"

Kneeling before her I said, "Suck my cock while you fuck yourself." Rebecca never even looked up at me when I said that. Her eyes were locked onto my cock before her face as it bounced and bobbed to my heart beat.

Slowly she pulled forward as her mouth opened and her soft wet lips encircled my bulbous head. Her body paused there as her tongue swirled around my tip, getting to know me better. Then heaven engulfed me as she leaned further forward and sucked my cock to my balls!

"Oh god!" I gasped as my cock disappeared before my eyes! I think my big sis has been using her rubber cock in more than just her pussy! I sure didn't expect her to deep throat me that easily! (Okay, I am certainly smaller than her toy, but luckily I do have over seven inches of hot and hard cock that is thicker than many of the porn guys I see on line.)

"Ummmmmm," she moaned as she inhaled me while pulling just over half way off of her desk cock. 

My own groan of, "Shit yes," tried to cover her moan but instead we made harmonic music together. Her arms were shaking as she leaned back and then forwards over and over, fucking herself while sucking me deeply each time. Her eyes remained locked onto my cock between her lips and I could tell she was getting really turned on.

Leaning over her back slightly allowed me to reach under her and gently stroke her clit as she moved back and forth. My first touch made her jump and look up at me with a twist of her head as she moaned loudly. She was close to cumming and I was even closer so I worked her clit trying to let her catch up. I probably didn't need to put in the effort.

"Oh god sis, don't stop! Oh shit, I'm going to cum soon!" I moaned.

"Ummmm hmmmm," she groaned around my shaft as her pussy moved rapidly grinding her ass hard onto her rubber cock! Somehow she managed to work more of the dildo in and out of her pussy even as she took my smaller shaft in and out of her mouth and throat. She started bucking her hips as she continued slamming back and forth while trying to suck my balls dry.

My fingers stayed with her clit even as my hips shoved forward forcing every bit of my cock into her mouth. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" I gasped as my balls boiled over and my first blast shot straight into her stomach.

"Mmmmm hmmmm oahmmm umph, oamph, mmmmm, hmmmm," she moaned around my cock as she came hard and sucked me better than I thought possible. We both bucked and shook powerfully as we came together as one.

She froze with about two inches of my cock in her mouth and about half the dildo in her pussy. I could see her muscles clenching and twitching as she came in waves while my cock pumped three decent sized ropes of cum into her mouth. She swallowed each one down and kept her tongue flicking all around my cock even as she sucked super hard onto me.

And then she moaned in release around me as her body slumped and her orgasm faded away. Every now and then her back would shake in time with another moan as she slowly moved her face on my cock in about two inch motions. 

"OH FUCK!" I gasped as her tongue slid around my tip, licking me clean. I couldn't take the incredible sensations she was giving my super sensitive cock so I slumped backwards and sat on my haunches. The moment I left her mouth her head flopped downward and she gasped for breath even as her moans continued softly. She then leaned down and forward onto her elbows until the rubber dildo left her gaping cunt and sprung wildly as it bobbed and weaved for about ten seconds. 

"Jesus shit," she moaned as she rolled onto her back and looked up at me. "You came back," she said showing her total grasp of the situation.

"Uhuh."

"Why?"

"To catch you at it," I said softly as my breathing began to slow. She just looked up at me so I went on. "I wanted to fuck you so bad. You don't need that rubber guy anymore!"

"God Tom, you're my brother," she said and I nodded my agreement. "You do taste good though! I never got any taste when I practiced on Ralph, that's what I call it, 'Ralph'. Well, I did taste my pussy but you taste different. Good different. I liked it!"

"Well, you sure got one hell of a load from me! You really made my cock feel good!"

"Thanks, I'm glad I finally got to suck a real one. You've got a nice cock Tom." She slowly moved until she sat close to me. "You know that if we fuck it's incest, right?"

"Yeah, so what? You're on the pill and neither of us has had the opportunity to catch an STD so this should be a win-win situation."

"I can't believe I'm even considering this."




What Goes Thump In The Night



"Oh come on sis, wouldn't you rather have a real, hot dick inside of you instead of that cold rubber thing?" She just sat there chewing her lower lip so I added, "Plus, you won't have to do all the work!"

Her eyes dropped to my cock and she sighed, "My god, you're still hard! How can that be after shooting out the huge load I just swallowed?"

I gave a little chuckle and said, "Like I said, I really want to fuck you! I guess that is proof positive."

Both of us looked at my cock which gave a huge bounce all on its own just to emphasize its agreement with my statement. Rebecca reached out and lightly stroked my cock, her fingers making me shiver from the tantalizing sensations. Her brow scrunched up as if she was deep in thought, then she looked up into my eyes as she gave my cock one last tight squeeze.

"Okay, here's the deal," she said. "I'm willing to let you fuck me once, just because I really want to know what a real cock feels like in my pussy! But I'm not willing to do it more than once."

I readily agreed to that, figuring that 'once' is much better than 'no way'. Besides, I was feeling pretty confident that once she felt me inside of her that she would prefer me to 'Ralph'. At least that's what I hoped would happen. Standing up I reached down and took her hand to help her up. My sister's eyes never left my cock until she was nearly upright. I stepped out of my shorts and boxers then led her the five steps to her bed where I dropped her hand and whipped my T-shirt up and over my head, leaving me just as naked as my older sister.

"Oh god Tom, I am so nervous," she said followed by a quick intake of breath.

"Me too."

"What now?"

"Um ... I think we get on your bed."

"Oh," she said with a soft laugh. "Guess that would help, huh." I watched her gorgeous body move in hesitating fashion. Finally lying on her back with her hands failing in their attempts at modesty she looked at me and blushed deeply again. "Now what?"

Now it was my turn to get timid. I wanted to slam my cock into her pussy so bad, but from the porno flicks I've seen, was I really supposed to go down on her first? Slowly I crawled onto her bed and looked cautiously at her red swollen lips, still showing the effects of 'Ralph'. Trying to get romantic I moved to her face and leaned in for a kiss.

"Oh no you don't! Just because I'm agreeing to let you fuck me once, that doesn't mean we're going to get all mushy here!" she said as she turned her face from me.

Well shit, I need the practice at kissing and now she says 'no'. Not really showing that it bothered me I slid down her body and moved between her legs putting my face about eight inches from her sex. Her hand reached up and pushed against my forehead.

"Really Tom, take a look at Ralph and then tell me that you need to get me turned on." I looked over at the desk with the very robust looking penis hanging out from the side and gasped; it was dripping with her juices!

"My god sis! I hadn't noticed!"

She just sighed as I moved up putting my cock on top of her slit. I moved back and forth a couple of times, feeling my cock get wet from her juices that leaked out of her. My sister reached down and took my cock in her hand then looked into my eyes. "I guess we're really going to do this then."

"Yeah," I answered breathlessly.

"Okay then," she replied as her hand pulled my cock towards her and pushed me into her about three inches. "Oh god! I didn't think it would feel so different!"

My hips pulled back about two inches and then I just shoved forwards, not stopping until my base crushed up onto her engorged clit. I paused there and looked into her eyes, checking to see if she had second thoughts. She just looked enthralled so I pulled back nearly all the way and then slowly shoved my lance completely into her again.

"Ohhhh Tommm," she moaned as I bottomed out again. After counting to five I pulled back and then seamlessly reversed my direction as I pierced her once again, our bodies melding into one. "Don't stop! Ralph doesn't feel like this! Your cock is HOT and he is always cold! And oh gosh, I can feel your heart beating in my pussy! OH STOP! Don't move. Just stay deep inside of me so I can enjoy the feel of you!"

I had never felt anything so awesome in my life! My cock was finally inside of a real live pussy! Keeping my crotch pressed tightly into hers I basked in the unbelievable sensations as her pussy clutched tightly around me, then loosened only to tighten once again. This is SO much better than jacking off!

My sister's voice brought me out of my thoughts, "Wow, I can't believe how good your cock feels inside of me! You aren't even close to being as big as Ralph but you really feel good!" She looked deeply into my eyes and breathed out a soft, "Okay my nasty brother, you can move now. Fuck me. Fuck your big sister!"

"With pleasure, sis." My hips pulled slowly back until my tip was barely inside of her, then reversed and bored into her burying my lance completely. I retraced my movements at the same pace, and then once again. Each time I bottomed out she groaned huskily beneath me.

For several moments I kept up these motions with no variance in length or speed. She felt wonderful. As I pulled back out of her I looked into her eyes and said, "God sis, you are so beautiful!" While I said that last word, my hips powered into her super fast making her gasp.

"OOAPH!" she gasped.

I reared back and slammed into her again ... hard!

"OAFFF! God yes ... fuck me! Oh god don't stop!"

What was she thinking? Stop? Not likely! If I could stay hard I would fuck her for the rest of the day! She had said only this one time so I was going to make the most of it! I leaned my face down and began sucking on and kissing her right nipple, rapidly sending it from pointed to rock hard!

"Oh my goodness ... suck my tits! Harder ... suck them harder! Oh that's good!"

Her legs wrapped around my ass and her fingers gripped my arms tightly while she moaned in pleasure. My mouth moved from one nipple to the other, my fingers working the free one lustily. God her tits are nice! My hips crushed her clit between us and I ground my hips into her while sucking hard on her left nipple, my tongue flicking at it rapidly.

"OH!" she gasped into my ear. Her body jerked violently then and she cried out, "Oh shit! Tom don't ... Ohgoddon'tstop!" Her pussy clamped around my cock super tight as she shook and quaked beneath me. She then moaned long and loud as her body went ballistic while powerful tremors plowed through her being! And then she went limp, her hands falling from my arms and her feet held to my ass only due to the good ankle lock she had created.

I lay there on top of my sister letting the reality of the situation fill my brain. I was fucking my big sister AND I had just made her cum! I made her cum in a big way, too! WOW! With one soft parting suck onto her nipple my head then rose up and I looked into her eyes ... her eyes that were open as slits and looked glazed and unfocused. Striking while the iron was hot I leaned down and gently kissed her, our tongues barely touching through her open lips. Moments later she kissed me back. And then her tongue darted into my mouth as she moaned into my mouth!

My hips resumed moving in and out of her in about three inch motions as our kiss intensified. Every now and then her pussy would grip my shaft tightly as she moaned into my mouth. My thrusts grew to about 5 or 6 inches in length and I was using more forcefulness as her arms moved up and slowly encircled my neck, pulling our lips tighter together. God she felt incredible wrapped around my cock like she was.

"Got damn it Tom," she said with our lips still pressed together, "you weren't supposed to kiss me." Before I could think of a response her tongue shot into my mouth and our kiss morphed into the best one ever on planet Earth! We rocked and rolled sideways as our passion overwhelmed us. Somehow we ended up with me on the bottom. That's when Rebecca pulled her face from mine and then sat upright on me.

She grinned down at me then said softly, "I didn't expect it to be this good! You really made me cum hard! I sure hope you can hang in there with me until I can cum again." Her hips never really stopped moving on me as she rolled them in a circular movement while simultaneously lifting up about five inches before her pussy would suck me right back into her. It felt...beyond any words I can think of!

Instead I grinned back at her and said, "Considering how much jerking off I've been doing thinking about this happening, I'm pretty sure you'll cum again ... and again!" I gave her a hard up thrust each time I said the word 'again'.

"Oh shit Tom, you sure can get me going like that! And I'm glad to know you are so confident but now you just need to prove it!"

I pulled her back down to me and rolled us over taking the top once more. "Okay, you asked for it!" I didn't know for sure what I was going to do, or if I could make good on my boast. What I did know was that my balls belonged to a perpetually horny teen that was living his dream cum true and had no plans to stop soon.

I grabbed her hips and lifted them up as I managed to squat on the bed, her ass supported by my thighs and her legs flopping behind me. I was able to pivot my hips which along with small thrusts gave her g-spot (I could tell when I hit it) powerful stimulations. Each time I rubbed my cock against her special spot she gasped and her legs tensed. Finally she struggled to wrap them around my waist lightly.

About three minutes in that position and I realized her clit was poking right out and looking at me. I had been massaging both of her breasts so I slid my right hand down her body, lightly trailing my fingers over her skin as she stared into my eyes. I barely grazed my fingers over her clit and my sister quickly gasped, "Oh god!" 

"Like this?"

My fingers gently rubbed her proud clit and she groaned, "Oh gosh Tom, keep doing that! Oh shit it feels so good! Oh yeah, fuck that cock into me while you rub my clitty."

I just smiled at her and rubbed slightly harder while also giving her little button an occasional gentle pinch between my thumb and fore finger. My movements were really having an effect on my sister even while they allowed my balls to regain some control. I did NOT want to cum too soon! Oh no ... when I finally flooded her pussy I wanted there to be no doubt that she would be begging me to fuck her again!

Her breathing was getting shorter and each time my cock head rubbed past her g-spot she gasped, "Ungh!" or something similar. My fingers continued working over her clit as my hip movements shortened as I concentrated them right in the area of her excitement center! About forty or so "Ungh"s later Rebecca's face turned bright crimson and she cried out, "OH SHIT! Oh god Tom, I'm going to cum! Oh! Oh! FUCK! Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... oh GOD YES!"

It was difficult to maintain the motions that were pushing her over the edge but somehow I managed. I loved looking down at her face as she strained in ecstasy, her fingers digging deep into my thighs. It wasn't until I knew she was finished with her cum that I eased my fingers away from her throbbing clit and pressed my dick into her and stayed buried there.

Her eyes fluttered and then she looked around as if to find me. They settled on my face and she gave a long satisfied exhale before taking a deep breath. "Wow! That was different! You are really giving Ralph a run for his money. I always get off on him but I've never came so hard as I just did!"

"Thanks."

"Oh no, it's thank YOU little brother! But tell me; is that marvelous cock that is filling me so wondrously ever going to cum again? I mean, I know it can 'cause I swallowed enough of its stuff, but a girl starts to wonder after a while if she can't get the guy off."

"No worries, sis. I'll pump your pussy so full you'll think I came by the gallon! Just not yet, as I plan to enjoy our one time to the max!"

"Wellllll ... maybe I was a little hasty about that one time thing." She looked down to where our bodies merged into one and shuddered then grinned up at me again. "Maybe we can work something out that both of us will like!"

"Now you're talking sis!" I said as I got her to loosen her legs around me so I could change positions. I moved onto my knees and placed her calves on my shoulders as my shaft gave her a nearly full length thrust. "Damn you are tight!" I said in a near growl.

"Imagine that! And that's after being stuffed with my buddy Ralph!"

I laughed at that and gave her a real hard thrust to emphasize my thoughts as I said, "I wish you'd stop comparing me to Mr. Rubber Man! I mean, he came from a different mold than I did!"

"Haha, yes he did!" she laughed back at me. "But I like the way you turned out ... ooof! Oh yeah, I really like the way you turned out. Now shut up and fuck me ... please little brother?!"

"I'm not THAT little, but okay."

"No you aren't! Oh gosh that feels good! I love the way I can feel you cock twitch inside of me. And it's so hot! God I love that! Ralph never gets warm, damn him! Ooooh yeah, keep fucking me like that; nice and deep!"

So I did. I was giving her the full stroke, pulling out until my tip was barely inside of her and then slamming it deeply into her making her body shake from the thrust. Our skin smacking together was getting pretty loud making me really glad we were alone.

"Kiss me bro," she said with a pleading look.

So I grabbed her ankles from above my shoulders and pressed her legs forwards and down until her feet were on the bed up past her head, her knees by her ears. Each of us groaned in pleasure as I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues dancing lustily together from mouth to mouth. I began moving faster into her in this position. Rebecca's arms wrapped around my neck as her moans of joy increased wondrously.

Probably four or five minutes later she grabbed my head and pushed me back a few inches. "You're hitting my spots just right, Tom. Keep this up and I'm going to cum again! Give it to me this time! I want to feel you shoot your stuff inside of me! Make my day and pump me full!"

"I like that idea," I said as I stepped up my efforts just a bit more. Her breathing was getting wild, holding it briefly and then gasping hard and fast. My balls were rolling in their sack as my pleasure rose to new heights. I could tell I was nearly there and I groaned, "Oh shit sis, I'm going to cum!"

"DO IT!"

"Fuck yeah; I'm going to cum inside of you!"

"Oh Tom ... I'm cumming again! Fuck me! Fill me! Oh my god this is ... OHFUCK!" Rebecca choked on her breath then as her pussy went into spasms around my pounding cock. My first blast of hot cum shot into her and she screamed, "Oh fuck MEEE!" Her hands quickly moved to my ass cheeks and she kept pulling onto me hard trying to drive me into her with even more force.

We rutted there, each of us cumming harder than ever as our climaxes merged into one incredible orgasm for the ages! Every few seconds my hips would jerk back and then SLAM back into her crushing my base against her agonizing clit, making her cum even harder as my shaft spewed out more steaming baby batter! And then, finally, we were spent. I stopped with my shaft as deep inside of her as humanly possible, her hands holding tight to my ass to make sure I stayed there.

As we each recovered from ecstasy my body slowly slumped down onto her as if I wanted to crush her with my weight. After lying on top of her for a few seconds I started to lift off of her but she gripped my ass tighter as she said breathlessly, "No ... don't go! Stay like this, I want to feel your weight on me as your cock throbs and pulses inside of me. God that is so sexy! I've never felt a cock throb in me before!"

"Really?" I said into her hair as I lay on top of her head to head. She just nodded her head. "Wow, I'm glad, actually thrilled to have been your first!"

"Yeah, me too. I was pissed at you for forcing me to fuck you, but right now I am SO glad we did. I can't think of a better first time!"

"You mean ..."

"That's right Tom, yours was my first real live cock!" She turned her head and I turned mine as we looked into each others eyes from about six inches. "Just so you know for sure, you really fucked me good! I love your cock bro, and that is something I never thought I would ever say!"

"Wow sis, I am so glad you said that! I wanted it to be good for both of us. If I hadn't had you suck me off first I would have popped in about half a minute!"

"That would have sucked!"

I laughed and grinned at her as I said, "Yeah, for sure! Luckily you sucked first by swallowing my load ..."

"It tasted so yummy!"

"Thanks. But that really helped me to hang in for the long haul! God damn your pussy feels so good and ... TIGHT!" I grimaced as she really squeezed down around me just then. 

"I guess all that practice at clamping down onto Ralph comes in handy! Many times I have squeezed him so hard that I can't move on him."

"Okay, enough of the rubber man comparisons. We need to shower. Would you care to join me, sis?"

"Second best offer I've had today!" she said as we untangled and eased off the bed. 

Once the water was up to temp I followed Rebecca into the shower and we took turns getting wet. I reached for the soap only to be stopped by my sister as she molded her body into mine. We just stood there holding each other with our bodies so tight together that the water couldn't squeeze between us. Her tits felt so nice pressed against my chest as my hands toured her sexy ass cheeks. Our simple moment ended when she turned her face and kissed my chest softly.

We eased apart a bit and she looked up into my eyes. "You ... you don't hate me for using Ralph, do you?"

"Hate you?" I said in surprise. "No way! First of all, I've been jerking off for years so who am I to judge? Secondly, Ralph did help get us together so I'm kinda glad you had him!"

"Really?"

"Really, really!"

"Good! Now I'll wash you while you wash me."

So that was the plan and we started out innocently enough. But then I got delayed while 'cleaning' her incredible tits! I was mesmerized by just how supple they felt to my fingers and how hard and pointy her nipples could become. Rebecca cooed with pleasure while her fingers found and worked over my half hard cock. Well, after several moments of her gentle touch my shaft became a stalagmite as it strained to reach the ceiling.

"God you are so hard again," she gasped with a horny grin.

"I think that is all your doings, sis. But, now that I'm up again, what do you say, we're two-thirds of the way around the world, shall we finish the trip?"

"You really want to fuck my ass?"

"Hell yeah! Besides, we're in the perfect place for cleanup afterwards."

"True ..." she said as her fingers slid silkily over my lance. "Okay, just be gentle, I've only had Ralph in there once and he hurt like hell."

"I will be." I grabbed her conditioner and coated the end of my cock before pouring some onto the crack of her ass while sis bent over facing away from me. "Spread your cheeks sis," I said as I grabbed my rock hard cock and slid it up and down her ass crack to really coat my tip with the slippery liquid.

She did and I pushed my tip gently yet firmly against her puckered opening. She moaned with each push while I groaned along with her. On the third try she gasped as my cock head slid past her ring where I stopped instantly. She was gasping rapidly while I massaged her lower back and asked if she was okay. She just nodded her head and pushed back at me with her ass.

We worked together until after about three minutes of slow insertions my pubic bone bumped her ass and my balls rolled onto her pussy lips. "Stay like that Tom, give me a moment to get used to you in there."




What Goes Thump In The Night



So I did just that, my hands stroking her back, ass and upper thighs. I leaned over her and kissed her on the back while my right hand found her clit and gently stroked her there. "Oh god Tom, I'm so turned on! Start slowly but please fuck me. Fuck my ass! Oh god I want to feel you pumping my ass full of your hot cum!"

Starting with short inch or so long movements I began thrusting my cock in and out of her super hot ass while she moaned with my moans. After a few minutes my cock was stroking in to her in six inch motions and her moans were now lusty gurgles as her excitement grew. She moved her hands from her knees to the wall for support as I was really driving into her now. 

Her head turned back to look at me and she gasped, "God Tom, my body is on fire with lust for you! Fuck my ass hard ... no, harder! Yes, like that! Oh my god I'm going to cum real soon!"

When she said that I knew she meant it as her sphincter had really clamped onto me increasing my pleasure immensely. Her tightness was rapidly pushing me towards my own climax so I grabbed her left tit for leverage while my right hand stepped up its efforts on her throbbing clit.

"OH god it's SO good!" she cried out.

"Oh sis!"

"Fuck me! Fuck my ass and fill it with cum!"

"Oh lord I'm getting so close!" 

"Give it to me!"

"Close now!"

"Fuck me!"

"So close!"

"Shoot me full!" she screamed. "Oh god I can feel you getting bigger!"

"Oh SIS!!!"

"YESSSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed as my first blast of hot cream shot deeply into her bowels, making her nearly collapse from the pleasure. My hands held her up till she could keep herself upright, even as we both pounded our bodies against the other's. I pumped her full with several steaming hot ropes of cum while her ass milked me for all I was worth.

Each of our incredible climaxes ended nearly in unison, letting us stand there connected carnally as we gasped for air. Slowly she pushed herself upright and twisted her body at her waist as I held her ass tight against me. She looked back at me with a satisfied look and said, "God you are so much better than Ralph! You made me cum so hard Tom ... I love you!" She kissed me then, her tongue searching out mine and then dancing with it from mouth to mouth.

We stood like that, kissing all the while, until my flagging shaft slithered out of her ass with a weird slushy plopping sound. "Oh shoot, you're gone! I liked the way you fill my ass so full."

I turned her around and hugged her tight as I said, "It will be my pleasure to fuck your sexy ass any time you want!"

She giggled and said, "What a nice thing to say! But the water is getting cold so let's hurry up and get out of here."

She was right about that so we each washed ourselves off -- it was faster -- and then got out and dried each other off. Once dry she wrapped her arms around my neck and rose up onto her tiptoes to get nearly nose to nose with me. "Tell you what Tom, the only way you will hear that thumping noise from now on is if you aren't taking good enough care of me! And I warn you, I'm pretty horny most of the time!"

"Unless you are hinting at right now, I think I can handle that request!"

"Now?!" she said with a soft laugh. "No way brother dear, you've fucked me quite well, thank you! What I need now is a nice nap." I nodded my agreement and headed to her room when she said, "Uh, uh, uhn, alone Tom! We don't need to get caught in bed together!"

"Yeah, you're right. I'll see you later."

I flopped onto my bed and was soon drifting off to sleep, smiling at myself at how well my plan had worked. One thing was certain, my hand, like Ralph, was going to get used a lot less often, if at all!

The End



What Goes Up...



"No," he shouted angrily into the mouthpiece, "you'll have it Friday when I'm done," and slammed the red phone back onto its plastic cradle. He snorted contemptuously, then raised his eyes towards the insistent rapping on his office door.

"Yes," he shouted.

The door was opened by a young man of medium build, well dressed and distinctly scrubbed. He was twenty-five, with slicked-back, dark brown wavy hair.

'Harvard or Yale?' wondered the elder man, sitting at his desk.

"Well?" asked Senator Robert Edwards, in his gruff, early-morning, clipped tone.

"Senator Edwards?" an unruffled voice inquired.

"That's what it says on the door young man."

"Good morning, Senator, I'm John Phillips, your Personal Assistant."

"Of course you are," replied the Senator, smiling broadly, remembering the interview they had shared some four weeks ago. Walking around his desk he grasped the hand of his new P.A. His reply had disconcerted the Yale man, who realized that the Senator had forgotten who he was but had made no attempt to apologize.

The Senator's years in office had schooled his thoughts and words providing a verbal vehicle that promoted himself in any conversation. This form of expression, more commonly known as 'one-upmanship,' was usually regarded as everyday dialogue by most politicians on 'The Hill.'

Born in Columbus, Ohio Robert Edwards had wealthy and prosperous parents. From a young age he learned quickly that the pen was indeed, mightier than the sword. First, by writing articles for the local paper, then after graduating from Harvard by writing political speeches for the Governor of the day. At twenty-eight he ran for election using his own political slogan and achieved his goal as the youngest Senator for the state of Ohio.

Two years later he married the state's most eligible, wealthy woman, Harriet Chiddingstone, a family lawyer with her father's law firm of Chiddingstone, Harley Associates.

Harriet's father had once described his only child as, 'an angel sent to defend the devils of this world.'

He had seen her blossom from a lanky, though attractive, blonde girl in her formative years, to a woman well endowed both physically and mentally. At six foot tall and with an I.Q. of 148 she commanded respect. Some men tended to back off when she wore high heels and had her long hair coiffed on top of her head. She looked beautifully aloof, even distant to them.

Few men realized that all she wanted was a little love and attention and provided they were not unattractive they all could have shared something wonderful.

On the other hand, women saw what they wanted to see, a graceful, Scandinavian, blond bimbo. Typical fodder for Hugh Hefner's stable. However, once in conversation with her they found that she conversed exceptionally well on most topics and in an empathic way. Perhaps subconsciously this was her safeguard against alienating them. All the same it had a warming effect on her audience which, through college and into law practice, enabled her to be extremely popular among all her work colleagues.

Robert inherited a gene from his father's side of the family. This gene determined by the age of twenty-seven that he became completely bald but far from being a disadvantage in his career and love life his baldness proved a positive advantage. To his electorate it made him look older and wiser. To women who were attracted to young, socially powerful men his baldness seemed to say, 'Hey, it may have gone from up there but it's up to you to find out if the cupboard is totally bare.'

Robert was socially introduced to Harriet at a tennis club function. Their exchange of glances and warm embrace sent a pleasurable tingle to her clitoris. The effect amazed and startled her.

They sat out most of the dances, just talking and listening. Passers-by commented that it must be love for they seemed never to take their eyes off each other.

They made a stunning couple on the tennis court and in their social circle they became known as 'Bonnie and Clyde.'

Robert 'Clyde' Edwards, due to his elegant clothes style and hard-nosed politics.

'Where did he get the money to pay for that suit?'

'Oh, he robs banks.'

Harriet 'Bonnie' Chiddingstone.

She suddenly enthused over everything anyone did or said. She became, as one young man with Scottish ancestry mused, 'A bonnie lass, a bonnie lass in love.'

The grand wedding was inevitable. Five hundred and sixty guests saw them off on a honeymoon that encompassed two weeks in Hawaii and two weeks in as many European countries that they could tour.

For the first two years they had an exciting, sexual marriage that each partner enjoyed but as time went on parents and friends noticed a change in their attitude, a change that became a rift, then a great divide.

They wanted children.

They had discussed the topic at great length even before the wedding. They tried desperately to create life, perhaps too hard.

It hurt Robert more so than Harriet. He had it all. Money. Position. Power - an attractive wife - but he didn't have a son.

It irked him, like an itching knife wound as it heals.

It was an uncomfortable feeling. In his mind it became an unsociable feeling. A feeling that during the past eight years he had achieved everything he had set out to do but could not produce, mold and characterize his likeness forward - into another generation.

He strongly believed that his accumulated knowledge of life over the past thirty-eight years, should be passed on to a younger mind to enable that mind to have a head start in life.

Medically, Harriet could have children and Robert was quite capable of producing offspring even with his lower than average sperm count.

Every conceivable sexual position, described in the Karma Sutra, had been used. They had enlisted the aid of marriage guidance counseling and coincided their love-making to Harriet's biorhythms but still nothing happened.

A hollowness impinged itself on their lives. It resulted in a stagnant marriage that ultimately foundered - then died.

Each partner, though still living together in the same house, had inevitably found solace with another.

Now here, in his Washington office and shaking his hand, was the epitome of what Senator Edwards carefully considered to be the, 'Clay for his mold.' If he could not produce children maybe he could mold this young man into someone who he felt would achieve greatness. With just a little guidance.

"John, it's good to see you. My secretary phoned in sick so we have a great deal of work to get through today. Though tonight we'll kick over the traces and have some entertainment," he said moving a straight backed, wooden chair, beside the burnished, mahogany desk.

"Coffee?" he asked, moving quickly to the percolator, perched boldly atop one of three metal filing cabinets.

"Yes... Please, Senator. Black. No sugar sir."

"Same here, my boy," intoned Robert, ensuring that John's memory noted the point he was making.

Robert brought the bone china tea cups of steaming coffee over to the desk and set them down.

"Over the next few hours I'll bring you up to speed," said Robert, easing himself into his comfortable chair, "both on what I expect of you and what you can expect of me. I know you're good with figures so I want your input on the budget proposal for the upcoming Finance Committee. Can you provide the Committee and me with some new ideas?"

"Senator... I'm your man."

"Good, then lets go for it."

They worked diligently till two in the afternoon when John ordered out for some sandwiches. The sun arced through the one large window and lazily settled down on the horizon. The day turned to dusk and they finally completed the draft proposal by seven that evening.

Both men stretched tired arm, leg and neck muscles. The Senator argued a strong case for neither man returning home that evening.

John was single and currently had no steady girlfriend while Robert knew Harriet would neither care nor worry if he didn't come home. And besides Robert wanted to get to know John. Not in the physical sense but mentally. He wanted to start on his 'rebuilding project' as soon as possible.

From his office phone, the Senator booked two rooms at a local hotel. They went there first to wash and freshen up with John needing little persuasion to go on later with Robert to a neighboring, upmarket, singles bar.

**********

While Robert and John were manipulating figures, Robert's wife, Harriet, had taken the day off from work and around mid-morning, when the phone rang, she received an unexpected emotional uplift.

"You have reached the home of Senator Edwards, Mrs Edwards speaking," she said, with the self assurance that wealth instills.

"Hi, lover!" The husky voice imparted a sexiness that instantly fueled Harriet's emotions. Her heart skipped a beat. Her voice inched up an octave as she asked, "Sonia, Sonia darling, is that really you?"

Harriet rolled over onto her stomach. The tiger skin rug softly crushed beneath her as she lay by the unlit fireplace in the lounge. Her head rested on one upturned arm. She still wore her white silk teddy that clung sensuously to the clean, peach skin of her freshly showered body.

An anxious Sonia asked, "I've missed you, Harriet."

"I've missed you too Sonia, so very much. How is your Aunt?"

"She's recovered from her illness and is fine now."

"Can we meet this evening?"

"Yes, I'd love that very much."

"I can arrange a room in town say for around eight this evening?"

"That would be wonderful."

"Can I phone you later with the details. Are you still on the same number? I can't wait to be with you. Can we be together all night?"

"Same number, my love and yes, we can be together all night long."

"God, I've missed your touch, your scent, your voice... You... I can't wait... All night with you. See you soon, then... Bye Sonia, bye." She blew a kiss down the phone and hung up.

They'd met at one of Harriet's interminable round of benefit functions that she attended. Half way through the proceedings she had gone to freshen up and almost bumped into a stunning woman with vibrant red hair exiting the bathroom.

After a polite exchange of apologies, the 'vision in red' continued on her way. Harriet watched her departing figure. She was surprised by her own delight as 'the redhead' stopped, turned and came back to her.

"I'm fond of coffee at Eleznick's around four," she purred huskily, then abruptly turned on her high heels. Her hair swayed to her flouncing walk, her full hips sheathed tightly within a black, knee length skirt. The black highlighted both the paleness of her skin and her hair color.

She sashayed away towards the melee.

Harriet quickly freshened up and sought out the mysterious woman who had struck such a sensual chord but she could find no trace of her.

The sight, scent and sound of the woman remained with Harriet for the rest of the day. The 'red-head' had both disturbed and excited her.

As an adult, Harriet had never experienced an intimate bond or sexual relationship between herself and another woman. High school and university had thrown up a few occasions when a crush towards another female had surfaced and led to a certain amount of touching and embracing but nothing further had developed.

**********

At three-forty-five the following afternoon, it had taken all of Harriet's emotional courage to enter Eleznick's and sit at a table facing the front door.

She had not wanted to be late.

By four-thirty, after three cups of cold coffee, she was preparing to leave when 'the redhead' stepped through the opened glass door. She wore dark glasses. The figure hugging, black, Versace dress enveloped every curve above her mid-thigh. Flesh colored silk stockings encased her long sinuous legs down to her black patent shoes. Harriet's own dark glasses shielded her from the gaze of others but afforded little protection from this woman's imperious stare.

She 'drifted' over to Harriet's table and sat down beside her. As the waiter approached she shooed him away with a wave from one carefully manicured hand that exhibited long, red, perfectly lacquered fingernails.

Harriet inhaled deeply through her nose. The intoxicating perfume flooded her nostrils and spread like a narcotic through her veins. She unconsciously closed her eyes as a warmth crept along her own nylon clad thigh. She shuddered, deliciously, as the woman's hand found her bare flesh between the top of her black, sheer stockings and her delicate, lace frilled, wispy silk panties.

A husky voice intruded on her wanton thoughts, "Shall we go on to your place or find somewhere here in town that's more discreet, Harriet?" She said removing her glasses and gazing deeply into Harriet's eyes.

Harriet's eyes opened. "I... I... had hoped we might get to know one another a little better before... Well... I'm not sure what you... You know my name?"

The caressing warmth on her sensitive inner thigh dissipated as the woman removed her hand. Harriet felt a loss; a sense of disappointment.

"I made a point of inquiring whom I would meet here today."

"May I know your name?"

"You may call me Sonia."

"Is that your real name?"

"It's a name I reserve for my... special friends and I believe we can become very close friends Harriet, if you wish it. Do you want it Harriet?"

The double meaning to her words did not go unnoticed. Gazing deeply into Sonia's brown eyes with their long, dark up swept eyelashes she slowly fell under their spell. She was becoming mesmerized by her flaming hair, seduced by her rich, full lips. Ensnared by the sharp nose and flared nostrils, lost in a void of lust for a woman whose demeanor had suddenly captured her thoughts.

"I'm sorry... What did you ask?" said Harriet, shaking her head and rapidly blinking her eyes.

A hand reached out across the table and descended over Harriet's own. Its feather light touch caressed her skin.

"Did I wrongly conclude from our first meeting something that you now wish to reject?"

"No... I feel... felt... something..."

"Do you want me, Harriet? Do you feel that we can become close friends. Intimate friends. Perhaps even passionate friends?"

Distantly Harriet heard herself say, "Yes, I want you, Sonia. I want to be close to you. Closer than I have been with any other person. I want you."

She was aware that she spoke the truth; had known it since their first meeting.

As she spoke her own hand closed over Sonia's, capturing and embracing the warmth that flowed from the depths of the beautiful apparition that beguiled her thoughts and senses.

They left the coffee shop arm in arm, hailed a cab and before Harriet had composed herself in her seat, Sonia leaned across and kissed her with a passion that made her swoon. She had no time to think what this meant with either sense or sensibility. She returned the warmth of her companion's kiss with equal ardor.

All too quickly they were at a hotel, not one of Harriet's choosing but one with a respectable facade that would serve their purpose - for a price.

The elevator ride proved awkward for both women as each partner lustfully surveyed the other bound within a profound silence.

They walked briskly hand in hand down the empty, silent corridor to their room, unlocked the door, entered and gently closed it behind them.

Sonia quickly went to the window curtains and drew them. She rounded on Harriet and in the darkness their lips touched, hands found buttons and clasps. As their passion mounted the rustle of clothing drowned their labored breathing.

Naked, they fell panting onto the double bed.

Wandering hands explored warm areas of silky smooth flesh; wet tongues licked aroused and thickened nipples, while emotions soared from gentle caresses.

Sonia sat up, twisted round and by lifting one svelte, tanned leg over Harriet's prone body she lowered her moist opening to Harriet's waiting tongue whilst gently licking and probing Harriet's own swollen vulva.

Harriet was swept along by a feverish, sexual excitement. Her charged body suffused with an electric desire for this woman who touched and thrilled her body with her tongue's darting movements. Time stood still as the fluttering within her belly ebbed and flowed, her inner thighs trembled, her thoughts finely attuned to the knowledge of her approaching orgasm.

She was dumbfounded by the speed at which the burning in her belly ignited in a fire that pulsed upward and flamed onto her chest.

Harriet bucked upward as she came with a force that left her gasping, her spasms slowly subsiding into affectionate memory.

Sonia twisted round and fell beside her. They embraced affectionately. Gentle kisses followed fingertip caresses. Love's afterglow began slowly dissipating.

"I've been extremely selfish Sonia. Can you forgive me?"

"Lover, I could tell that this was your first time with another woman. I know what you are feeling and knowing those feelings means that you must experience other delights to know the true meaning of a woman's love. Don't ask for my forgiveness when there is nothing to forgive."

"Would you teach me Sonia. Show me how to make love to another woman."

Sonia thought for a few moments then rose up and walked over to the bathroom doorway. She flicked on the interior light, then moved over to their discarded clothes. Bending down with her back to Harriet she picked up the two discarded black silk stockings.

"Do you trust me?" She asked Harriet, walking provocatively back toward the bed, the glow from the bathroom clearly showing the black stockings moving through her hands.

"Yes," breathed Harriet, her torso squirming as she raised her arms up to the edges of the headboard.

Sonia slipped onto the bed, clambered over Harriet's supine body and, reaching across the naked woman, she tied one hand to the strut of the wooden headboard. Her full breast swung across Harriet's face and her rigid nipple was eagerly engulfed by a warm wet mouth whose teeth bit tenderly into her protruding flesh.

"Ow!" Squealed Sonia, smiling delightedly but twisted her breast away from Harriet's grasping mouth. "Not now Harriet. Time for that soon."

After both hands were firmly bound to the headboard Sonia left her partner and went into the bathroom. Moments later she returned with a tray on which stood a glass of hot water, soap, flannel, two towels and a razor.

"What are you... No. Please Sonia no," pleaded Harriet, as Sonia settled the tray next to the anxious woman's naked body.

"If you move I will cut you, Harriet, so please don't be afraid, I've done this before without complaint."

Sonia knelt beside the bed and picked a towel, rolling it into a long length of material. She lifted Harriet's head and used it as a makeshift blindfold.

Sonia stretched Harriet's legs apart and between them she worked her meticulous magic. Occasional strangled moans emanated from Harriet's dry lips. Her legs stayed apart, the muscles flexing and relaxing as Sonia's fingers moved the folds of her skin to accommodate the razor's edge.

"There, all done," Sonia proudly announced, slowly pouring the soapy water into the other folded, white towel.

"Now I have a gift from you that no one else has ever received," she said softly. She plucked out the tiny damp wisps of blond hair and placed them in a small tissue that eventually found its way into her clutch handbag.

"One day I'll let you do the same to me but only when I truly believe that you love me. Do you understand."

"Yes," gasped a tenderly aroused Harriet.

Sonia removed everything from the bed and eyed her evening's work. Bending between Harriet's outstretched, long, peach tanned legs, she blew a stream of cooling air onto the shaven mons. Harriet groaned.

Sonia dipped her head down and smelt the aroma of hotel soap mingle with Harriet's musky sex. She kissed and sucked Harriet's clitoris, licked her sensitive slit from top to bottom while using the tip of her petulant nose to rhythmically caress her engorged clitoris. Sonia lost herself in a world of lust. Her senses inhaled Harriet's sweet muskiness and she tasted the delicious nectar of her labor.




What Goes Up...



Harriet's torso bucked at the pleasure performed on her aroused body. She wrapped her legs around Sonia's head and thrust her lower body upward. Sonia's crushed ears felt the first muscle spasm, then Harriet's inner thigh muscles trembled uncontrollably as the first sign of her approaching climax rushed upon her. Sonia felt Harriet's body shudder as she climaxed.

Sonia ceased moving and released her subjugated lover. As Sonia left to take a shower Harriet looked away and curled her legs up into a tight ball.

Sonia had nearly finished washing when Harriet drew back the glass door and stepped inside the warm, humid cubicle. Her arms went around Sonia's hot, wet skin and she embraced her; kissed her wet cheeks, her eyes, nose and mouth. She locked her lips to Sonia's in a kiss that melted Sonia's heart.

**********

Three months into their torrid affair and Sonia told Harriet that they had to part for just a short time. Aunt Augusta - her only close, living relative and who had raised her for a short time - was seriously ill.

"Of course you must go to her, Sonia."

That was two months ago - now she was back in Washington.

**********

Realizing that she was soon to meet her lover again, after such a long period of sexual abstention, Harriet became increasingly aroused during the remainder of the day.

She was not able to book a room at their usual hotel. A convention had taken all the available accommodation. She tried several others until at last she succeeded.

Unable to speak to Sonia on her mobile phone, she reluctantly left a message with Sonia's answering service. She hated the condescending tone of the managers voice.

"Katrina's Answering Facility, Frances speaking, how may I be of service to you?" said the woman.

"I wish to leave a message for Sonia," said Harriet, using the clipped monologue she usually reserved for bumptious waiters. "Please ask her to meet Juliet Stevens tonight at eight at the Russell Hotel here in Washington. Thank you."

She hung up, not wishing to hear another word from the obnoxious Frances. Nothing was going to spoil her day.

She had used their code words - Juliet Stevens- for a lover's liaison. Sonia knew to ask at the hotel desk for any messages under the Stevens surname. Once Harriet registered she would write down her room number and seal it in an envelope and mark it for collection by Juliet Stevens. Sonia would then know which room Harriet occupied and, when the coast was clear, she could go up to Harriet's room at any time.

Her heart skipped a beat. A feeling of elation, like that of a High School girl on her first date, washed through her.

After so many weeks of loneliness she felt ecstatic. She was alive again.

**********

Robert and John struggled through the crowded early evening singles bar to a corner seat reserved for his use a few hours earlier. Almost immediately they were served by Randolph.

"Well, good evening Robert," he said, in his gay effusive manner. "Will you introduce me to your friend or shall I make the necessary introductions?"

"Good evening Randolph, this is John - John Phillips. John this is Randolph our waiter for the evening. He'll provide you with anything you want and I do mean anything."

Robert ordered two beers to drink and a bottle of single malt scotch to take with him later.

Their conversation for the next hour revolved around John who sensed that this was an informal get together for the Senator to find out what made him tick.

During John's account of his lost virginity a distinct hush quelled the general hubbub in the room and both men raised their eyes to see what was happening.

A woman had entered the room.

Now, there are those women who crave attention, those that get attention and those who demand attention. This was a woman demanding and receiving the attention of every male in the bar.

She wore black leather high heels that encased her small feet; feet also hugged by black silk stockings that swelled up from the ground embracing her long shapely legs and strong thighs to disappear under her petulant pink, crotch length, lamé mini-skirt. It almost revealed more than it concealed. Her sheer, see through, satin blouse, tucked into the waistband stretched over her large, full upthrust breasts highlighting her proud nipples and their surrounding darker areolae. Around her throat hung a slender red choker, set with a single, large, sparkling, diamond.

Her makeup accentuated her high cheek bones. A wide generous mouth, graceful nose, large dark brown eyes and broad forehead, set onto an almond shaped face. Her long up swept red hair flashed with the reflection of a few tiny diamante as too did the diamond earrings almost hidden by the tiny strands of coiled hair that hung gracefully beside her delicate earlobes.

For a few seconds she surveyed the hushed assembly, then, her mind made up, she strode directly towards the washrooms situated at the rear of the building. People parted in front of her, seemingly like a hot knife through butter. Once she had disappeared inside the toilets a buzz broke out that swelled to a crescendo.

Robert, looked directly at John whom he'd noticed had kept his eyes on her body for every second.

"Would you like to make love to her, John?"

"I reckon so Senator, though my salary could never buy her love."

"The cost is irrelevant, however my question still remains unanswered."

"Yes, Senator I'd love to make it with her."

Robert stood up and beckoned towards Randolph who came over immediately. The Senator whispered what appeared to be instructions and as Robert sat back down, Randolph summoned a waitress. She listened intently, nodded her acceptance and disappeared towards the ladies washroom.

"What was all that about, Senator? What are you cooking up with Randolph?"

"Patience, my boy, patience."

Minutes later and the sea of bodies began parting again. 'She' emerged to stand at their table. Robert immediately stood and ushered her between himself and John sitting on the richly padded bench seat. Her heady perfume beguiled John's already inflamed senses. He couldn't hear above the din what initially passed between them but realization dawned when Robert ordered a round of drinks and he was introduced.

At first he wasn't sure what melted his heart, her smile, or the warmth of her hand caressing his inner thigh. From then on she somehow controlled the conversation.

Both men had difficulty averting their gaze from below the table as her short skirt inevitably revealed in the dim light a slash of red hair.

Between her thighs she was naked.

Robert leaned over and in a muted tone said to him, "John take care of our guest for a few minutes. I can't be seen leaving with this gorgeous creature but I'll meet you both, in your room, in thirty minutes." Robert stood up holding the bottle of Scotch contained within the ubiquitous brown bag.

"Well, it's been a pleasure ma'am," he said, aloud. "See you tomorrow John. Nine sharp. Have a good evening."

John waited a discreet ten minutes. They walked through the bar, arm in arm, fully aware of a throng of admiring stares.

Amazingly, their entrance into the foyer of John's hotel went unnoticed. No one saw them enter the foyer or get into the elevator.

**********

Harriet arrived at the Russell Hotel twenty minutes early.

She wrote her room number on a slip of paper and left it in a marked and sealed envelope. Taking her room card-key she went directly up in the elevator to the sixteenth floor. Her early arrival was to physically pamper her body for the evening's passion but more importantly to attune her thoughts to the questions she wanted to ask Sonia. Her answers would ultimately affect Harriet's future.

She was determined to leave Robert and ask Sonia to share her life instead. It was a huge leap for a woman prepared to forfeit her marriage and career for the love of another woman.

As she removed her clothes and slipped into a sensual silk thong teddy she thought of what she would say and how she would say it as the evening, and their lovemaking, progressed. A gentle tapping on the door interrupted her thoughts. She was ready.

"Yes, who is it?" she asked, her voicing quivering slightly.

"It's me, Juliet. I have some papers for signature and hoped we could EAT somewhere later on," came the husky voiced reply.

Harriet threw open the door smiling broadly, a knowing sparkle in her eye, at the last remark.

"Come in 'Juliet.' It shouldn't take long to finish our business then of course we can EAT."

She closed the door and they hugged each other affectionately.

Their kisses lasted an eternity until Harriet broke free and stepped back to allow her eyes to feast on her lover. Sonia had other more urgent ideas and slipped easily out of her clothes. Naked she stood before Harriet's lustful gaze. Harriet quickly slipped off her silk teddy. The warmth of her smile tinged with a slight mixture of anxiety.

Sonia knelt down, her eye's level with Harriet's neatly trimmed and perfumed pussy and asked, "Can we EAT first?"

Their laughter filled the room, dissipating the sexual tension surrounding the two naked women, and as Harriet took hold of Sonia's head she stepped closer to Sonia's moistened lips.

"Eat now, drink later, lover," she whispered affectionately.

Sonia wrapped her arms around Harriet's upper thighs. With one knee on the floor and one leg bent at the knee she lifted Harriet off the floor and walked the few steps to the bed where she tossed her body onto the bedspread.

"In comfort, Harriet," Sonia retorted wickedly.

Sonia's tongue, lips and fingers busied themselves furiously between Harriet's outstretched legs. Her perfumed and hairy pussy was new to Sonia's remembrance of their past love making. It excited and aroused her to know that Harriet had taken the trouble to provide a different scenario for her exploring tongue.

Harriet had hoped to prolong their initial round of love making. Such a long time without love had left her craving and coping with her sexual excitement throughout the day had left her moist. She whimpered with sexual emotion as she climaxed after a few pleasurable moments.

To both women it was a relief. Sonia knew instantly that Harriet had been faithful to her while away and Harriet had at last been granted what she had yearned for these past two months, together with the firm knowledge that Sonia could still arouse her passion.

Raising herself up on both elbows, Sonia said in a voice rasping with incredulity, "So quickly my love? Have you missed me so very much?"

"Oh, Sonia. You have no idea just how much I have longed for your touch. To you that may sound unbelievable but I have yearned for your return. I've been counting the days," she said, embracing the warmth of Sonia's body alongside her own. "Today has been one of the happiest I can remember for ages."

For a time they caressed and kissed. Each kiss becoming longer and deeper until Harriet broke free and sat astride her lover's belly; bending down to kiss and twirl first one nipple then both in unison. She slowly inched her way down to lie outstretched with her face buried between Sonia's legs.

Sonia's own feelings during the day's wait had had their effect on her. With Harriet orchestrating her body's intense physical emotions she rushed towards her own sexually charged climax. She trembled and shuddered under its fierce warmth and impact, clasping Harriet's hands to her aching, pink flushed chest.

Together they showered, washing each others body, feeling familiar flesh and wallowing in their arousal. Fingers instead of tongues stimulated their passion. Their emotions inflamed and ignited they cried out together during simultaneous orgasm.

Back in bed again Harriet produced their favorite brand of Scotch which they drank deeply.

"Sonia?"

"Yes, Harriet."

"Earlier I had prepared myself for what I wanted to ask you tonight but, for the life of me, I can't remember how I was going to ask you."

"What is it my love? What's so important that you needed to rehearse a speech beforehand?"

"Sonia... I... I would like us to be together always and... and to that end I'm prepared to divorce my husband and give up my career to be with you," she blurted. She turned towards Sonia, her eyes searching for the right reaction.

Sonia sat up. Her pallor mirrored in the white pillow.

"I understand your motives Harriet and my feelings for you run strong and deep but I cannot live with you."

"Why not?" implored a distraught Harriet whose world was beginning to crumble at the edges.

"Because in the world where I live our love would not survive."

A premonition surfaced in Harriet's mind. It found her heart as she whispered, "What world are you living in Sonia?" She searched Sonia's eyes for some clue. Her lover looked away and down at the floor as she spoke. Harriet heard the words distantly, her world came crashing around her and tears welled and ebbed from her eyes.

"Call girl?" She mouthed the words but heard no sound. "Call girl? I don't understand. Sonia, why didn't you tell me. Why? Oh, no, no, say it's not true?" she wailed.

Sonia clasped Harriet's hands saying, "I'm sorry Harriet so very sorry. How could I even begin to tell you. Stop a moment. Think. Put yourself in my place. How do you tell the one you love that you will stay faithful to her but the work you do means that promise is broken twice daily."

"Leave me alone. Don't rub it in. Please leave me alone."

"Oh fine, I see. When the going gets tough you cave in Harriet."

"Please, just go. I'm not giving up on us. I need to be alone to come to terms with what you've said."

"Fine Harriet. You come to terms with it and give me a call when you're ready to forgive me."

Sonia rolled out of bed, stood up and began dressing. An awkward silence followed until Sonia had dressed and applied some make-up then opened the door.

"'Bye Harriet." Not waiting for a reply she closed the door.

Click.

Sonia's exit echoed in Harriet's head.

Silence.

Harriet drank the remaining Scotch. The how and why of Sonia's bombshell statement resounding in her mind. She fell into a drunken stupor from which she did not surface until early the following morning.

**********

Sonia left the hotel in a hurry, emotionally drained. She had not meant to get sexually involved with anyone but Harriet had met her at a time in her life when she had needed someone's shoulder to cry on.

Someone other than Frances - her Madame - or her younger, slightly less attractive, sister who also enjoyed life 'on the game.'

Out of habit Sonia had picked up Harriet's room card-key and placed it in her bag. The key was for her sister. For a while, it would provide her with a room she could use with her own client's and at no cost.

Sonia walked idly along the bustling Washington sidewalk, soon realizing that she needed to use the bathroom. She stopped outside a singles bar and as the door opened to disgorge a young, smiling couple, she caught hold of the door before it shut and went inside.

Taking stock of her surroundings she knew her presence had made an immediate impact as most male eyes in the crowded room swiveled their heads towards her. The hubbub muted and, as she glimpsed the bathroom sign, she was aware that she knew at least one person in particular from the forty or so people gathered there.

The irony was - she had just left his wife.

**********

On the fifteenth floor of the Russell Hotel, Senator Edwards quickly prepared for an interesting evening's sexual interlude, unaware of his wife's presence in a room on the floor above his.

He added an extra five minutes to their agreed thirty, then walked the short distance down the deep carpeted corridor to John's door and knocked.

The door opened onto subdued lighting harmonized with some late night music emanating from the bedside radio. He walked in and John, naked, closed the door behind him.

Sonia lay gloriously nude on the bed; her skin, burnished and tanned, was in stark contrast to the hotel's white linen.

"Have you guy's started without me?" Robert jokingly asked, as he undressed surprisingly quickly.

Sonia swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Her eyes locked with his. "Not so fast Robert," she said, huskily. "You don't mind if I use first names do you? I find 'titles' or surnames sometimes get in the way of business."

Robert's ears pricked at the word 'titles.'

"John told you who I am?" he questioned, rounding on a defenseless John.

John palmed both hands saying innocently, "Hey, not me Robert that's more than my job's worth."

"No nothing like that," she continued. "It's just that the circles I move in, you get to meet a great number of important people at various functions. I met your wife, Harriet, a few weeks ago. That's how I know you, Senator Edwards. I believe we agreed tonight's 'entertainment' at two thousand dollars with payment in advance. Do you have that amount with you or would you like to charge it?"

"Cash my dear, here," he acknowledged, handing over a wad of banknotes.

She counted the money and placed it safely inside her bag.

"It's time to play boys. What do you fancy John? I see you've been busy while we've been talking," gazing at John's erection.

"It's okay John, this one's on me. Make love to her anyway you want. But make sure she comes first," he said, pouring a stiff drink. "I'll watch."

For Robert the next half an hour proved sexually stimulating. His eyes missed nothing and his enormous erection captivated Sonia's attention. Her eyes watched him as he stroked his manhood.

John proved a worthy lover and although most prostitutes showed every sign of pleasure in order to provide their client with the erotic stimuli to come, Sonia never did. She enjoyed her work too much and took sexual pleasure whenever she could. This ocassion was no exception and John's urgent, rhythmic thrusting, in the usual 'missionary' position, aroused her.

She came; thrusting her pelvis up to meet his perspiring flesh. She groaned long and low in her throat. It was enough to bring John to orgasm who cried out and thrust deeper for a few strokes then rested. He lovingly kissed her and she responded.

"Well done both of you. Have a deserved rest, then we can continue."

Sonia showered. They drank some more Scotch, joked; briefly discussed a few topical news items and as usual the men asked various questions about Sonia's trade. It was around this time that John fell soundly asleep on the bed.

Robert suggested she accompany him to his room so John could rest.

They dressed adequately for their short walk and made their way without incident to Robert's larger suite. Whilst Robert used the bathroom, Sonia quickly inserted his card-key into the false bottom of her handbag, then, turning on the radio to a late night music channel, she proceeded to enact a slow, sensual dance routine that always impressed and aroused her clients.

Within moments she was nude and Robert had the proudest erection of his life.

Their love making provided each partner with the sexual gratification they needed to fulfill their desires. As their sweat streaked bodies approached simultaneous orgasm Robert's hands closed around Sonia's neck as her head hung over the side of the bed, her arms trapped beneath her body. Clenching his hand in an orgiastic cataclysm of sexual emotion Robert clung to her throat as she bucked and trembled beneath him. In his mind, time stood still, as he continued to thrust and grip his lover. He came and came again until his penis went limp and he dropped down from his plateau of pleasure.

His eyes met hers.

She was dead.

The staring, limpid green pools, gazed lifelessly at the ceiling. He groaned and rolled away.




What Goes Up...



**********

John's head ached. The shrill tone came and went, came and went. He knew its origin but found it hard to roll over in bed and pick up the phone.

Weakly he said,"Yes." His tone tired and sleepy. He looked at the bedside clock that indicated a luminous four o'clock.

"John, its Senator Edwards. Get washed and dressed and come to my room when you are able, please. It's important." The phone whirred.

The Senator had hung up.

**********

Robert put the phone gently back into its rest and for the hundredth time glanced across to Sonia's lifeless, naked form.

He spent the next twenty minutes washing and dressing himself, then cleaned the room of her presence. With some difficulty he managed to dress her body. His last gesture was to close her eyelids.

His hand whipped away as he heard a gentle tapping on the door.

"Yes?" he inquired apprehensively.

"It's me... John."

Robert opened the door and allowed the young man entrance to the room then closed it quickly.

John saw Sonia's unmoving body and knew.

"Christ, Senator what have you done? What in God's name possessed you?" he hissed, moving over to Sonia's body and grabbing the phone.

For a man weighing one hundred and eighty pounds Robert's body moved surprisingly quickly as he reached out and plucked the phone from John's hand.

"No," said Robert, vehemently. "No police. We can sort this mess out together. It's simple... all we need do is put the body in another room and no one will trace it back to mine."

"Simple? Simple?" reiterated John's suddenly high pitched voice. "It may be simple to you Robert but I don't want to spend ten years in jail for conspiracy to murder."

"You won't have to if you put her body in the room this card-key fits," he said, brandishing the plastic card to room 166. "If you don't do as I ask then I'll say you killed her in your room and put her body in mine to implicate me. Don't forget there are probably traces of your semen still inside her."

The air hung heavily between them. John's mind whirled with the possibilities of his actions. If he helped the Senator now perhaps later he could use this to his own advantage. If anyone saw him moving the body he could say she was drunk, paralytic. He made up his mind.

"Robert, help me put her over my shoulders."

John's labored breathing in the confines of the stairwell echoed in his mind. 'I must get himself into better shape,' was a thought that filtered through as his right hand held onto the woman's cool legs.

His hurried stride over the corridor's dense carpet led him to the door marked 166. He deftly inserted the card and turned the handle. She was getting heavier and he wanted this over.

He shut the door noiselessly behind him and waited for his sight to adjust to the dim light.

The darkness uttered a single loud snore.

It was at that point John knew he had made a bad decision.

Slowly he discerned the area from where the snoring emanated - the bed. He walked over and accidentally kicked an empty glass bottle into the woodwork of the bedside cabinet. 'Shit!' he thought.

The snoring continued without missing a beat. Realization dawned that whoever was snoring was in a stupor. Even an earthquake would have difficulty waking them.

He slowly released his burden onto the bed alongside the snoring figure. Deftly searching Sonia's handbag he pocketed the Senator's money, discarding the bag on the floor and left the room.

In the stairwell he vowed the Senator would pay dearly for this night's work.

**********

A coldness in her back was the first unquiet indication Harriet experienced as she dragged her numbed mind from sleep. She turned over and felt a cold hand then opened her eyes to see Sonia's profile in the gray of early morning.

"Sonia?" she said, shaking the bleary remnants of sleep from her cloudy mind. "Sonia what is it?" Reaching over Harriet shook the woman's shoulders.

Then, it hit her. She was dead. Somehow she must have killed her but the how and why eluded her. She burst into tears as she sobbed her heart out for the loss of her lover.

A thought shattered her grief. She would be tried for her murder. Suddenly her guilt flew out of the window as she schemed for a way out of her predicament. Nothing came to mind. She continued to weep.

Her grief lasted longer than the horror of what she had supposedly done. She tried to find solace by searching Sonia's handbag that lay at the foot of the bed. The contents spilled onto the floor and she rummaged through them, searching for something, she knew not what. There were only the usual articles a woman carries with her.

'So few possessions with which to die,' she thought, breaking down again.

She picked up the clutch purse to put everything back when she felt a stiffness to the base of the purse that she knew should not be there.

Once she found the opening the plastic card was easily removed.

'Why?' she thought. 'Why would Sonia have booked herself another room in the same hotel when she knew she was spending the entire evening with me?'

The room number was 156. The floor below.

She hurriedly washed and dressed and left the room taking Sonia's key with her.

Once beside the door of room 156 she held her breath and placed an ear to the cool wood for a few moments. No sound. She unlocked the door.

Stepping inside, her immediate perception of the room's interior was that it was much larger than her own. The faint smell of male cologne hung in the air. An image of Robert stepped into her thoughts.

The curtains were drawn but all three rooms were empty. She checked the closet, drawers and bathroom cabinet but apart from the hotel's own linen and ornaments there were no visible signs of occupancy.

'Strange,' she thought, 'not even a change of underwear.'

She quickly made her way back to her own room and sat on the bed next to Sonia's cold body, contemplating what to do next. Somehow she had to get Sonia's body into room 156. 'But how?' she wondered.

It was seven o'clock when a noise in the corridor jolted her to the door to find the cause. Peering cautiously down the hallway she caught sight of a stockinged leg and a broom handle disappearing through a doorway. Outside of which stood a large mobile laundry basket together with another cart containing household cleaning equipment.

Her lethargy disappeared in a flash of inspiration. She lifted Sonia from the bed and dragged her under the armpits to the door where she left her propped upright against the wall.

Stealing a glance along the hallway in both directions she walked casually to the laundry basket and looked inside the room. Two maids were busy scrubbing out the bathroom. She whisked the trolley along the corridor and prayed mightily no one would come along. She took out most of the dirty linen then dumped her lover's body into the cart and covered it over. Gently closing her door she made for the service elevator that took her swiftly down to the next floor.

Would her luck hold?

With her heart in her mouth, Harriet strode up to the door, unlocked it and reaching into the bin lifted off the covers. She tossed them aside and grasping the body's legs she hung them over the side of the cart. Reaching under the woman's armpits she lifted with all the strength she could muster. Her exuberant momentum carried her backwards through the doorway.

Sonia's cold body pinned her to the floor.

Harriet nearly panicked and rolled Sonia away from her. She dragged her into the bedroom, drew down the covers, undressed her with practiced ease and placed her in the bed. She threw the bed covers over her body, tidied her clothes, wiped clean the room's card-key and left it on the bedside table.

Glancing round she tried to picture in her mind what she may have touched and thoroughly cleaned every surface. With a quick look around she wished her lover farewell and quickly retrieved the discarded linen.

The return journey was uneventful but she decided to reconnoiter first before wheeling the trolley into position.

No one was about and she placed it back into its original position.

She skipped away to her room. Swiftly and silently shutting the door behind her. She rested her shaking body against its cool surface.

'I did it,' she thought. 'I really did it.' Tears welled in her eyes as she shivered and sobbed her heart out. For the next twenty minutes she was inconsolable.

**********

The first Harriet knew of her husband's involvement with Sonia was at breakfast the following morning as she opened the folded newspaper. Its headline stabbed at her heart - 'SENATOR HELD ON CALL-GIRL MURDER.'

Hungrily devouring the front page story she began to realize that what she had smelt in the hotel room had been Robert's cologne.

She felt used and abused but knew her actions had been vindicated. Robert had killed their marriage. Sonia's death would ultimately rid Harriet of Robert.

Absentmindedly her fingers played with the hollow, gold crucifix hanging from her pale neck.

Inside, the warmth found Sonia's coiled red pubic hair.