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Better Late

By: pandsal



They are in the hotel room, waiting. The television is on but they are watching without seeing. He flicks round the channels, switches off. She takes a sip of wine from her glass.

"Nervous?" he asks.

"Yes. We knew we would be."

"You know you can always opt out. We could just go home."

"Yes, I know. But now that we've come this far ... I mean, it's taken us a long time."

"Perhaps he won't come. Just a time-waster."

"It wouldn't really be a solution, would it? We'd just start looking for someone else."

"We don't have to."

She takes another sip of wine. "But it's what you want, isn't it?"

"Don't you?"

"Yes. Now I've made up my mind. We talked about it long enough, didn't we?"

They sit in silence, remembering, recalling the nights when they had fantasised about someone else in the bed with them, and the sex had suddenly grown more intense, more demanding. Afterwards they had talked about it, wondered if it would ever be possible. His cock had hardened again and the second fuck was as fierce as the first.

He says, "How much longer do you think we should give him?"

"Who knows?" Then, coming to a decision. "Half an hour. If he hasn't arrived by then, he'll be more than an hour late. He isn't coming."

"OK. Half an hour."

They sit in armchairs in opposite corners of the room, facing the empty bed, covers turned back, ready. Now, it seems, for nothing.

Ten minutes pass. He is looking at his watch when his mobile phone rings. "Hi ... Yes, we are ... Well yes, but we waited ... Room 436. Left out of the lifts ... yes, of course."

He switches off the phone, tells her, "It's John." He has told them that's his name; perhaps it is. "Had trouble getting here - only just found somewhere to park. Here in five minutes." 

She nods. It is impossible to know whether she is pleased, relieved, anything. She gets up and goes into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

She has not emerged when there is a gentle tap at the room door. He opens it and John enters. Somewhat awkwardly, they shake hands. "Sorry I'm late. Did you think I wasn't coming?"

"We were beginning to wonder. But never mind. It's good that you've made it." He gestures towards the mini-bar. "Drink?"

"Thanks - but I'm driving. Best not." 

John has told them he is twenty-nine, which would make him more than ten years younger than either of them. He is tall, sandy-haired, slim and smartly dressed. Casual jacket, pristine white shirt, no tie. He looks round, seats himself on the edge of the bed, relaxed, confident. But slightly puzzled. "Is she - er?"

"In the bathroom. Are you OK with what we agreed?"

"Sure. If that will be what you want, both of you."

"Oh yes. We've talked about it. Just the way we agreed on the phone. Don't hold back. She wants to do it. And she's good. Can you - make it last?"

John nods. "Be a waste not to, wouldn't it?"

"Good. I'll get her."

He taps on the bathroom door. She appears immediately, as though she has been waiting for the summons. Any fears he may have had about her commitment are dispelled by her appearance. She steps forward wearing a lacy black bra - necessary to support ample breasts - matching black french knickers, suspender belt, black stockings, high heels.

She says, "Hello. You must be John." Only the huskiness' in her voice reveals that she is not as assured as tries to appear.

"And you,"says John, rising to take hold of both her hands, surveying her at arms' length, "you are even more gorgeous than I was led to believe."

She bobs her head awkwardly, pleased by the compliment, unsure how to respond. Instead, she moves into him, clasps her hands behind his neck and kisses him. It is a long, deep, open-mouthed kiss, tongues exploring, asking, consenting. John cups his hands round her bottom, feeling the firm shape of the buttocks, pulling her against his groin.

The husband, satisfied that the first moves have been made promisingly. returns to his armchair in the corner. He delves into a bag and extract a camera. This is part of the deal with John.

Meanwhile, the couple's kiss has melded into a stripping session. The wife has been impatiently, opening buttons, belt buckle, easing him out of shirt, slacks, socks until all that remains are boxer shorts with a stiff extension at the front. Now John is removing her clothes, one item at a time, extremely slowly. The bra comes away and is allowed to fall to the floor. John bends his head and licks first at one nipple, then at the other. The husband half rises from his chair to frame the erect dark protrusions as they react to John's tonguing.

"Wonderful tits. My cock will feel good on those."

This is part of the deal. John gets to do anything the wife is prepared to accept as long as he provides uninhibited comment for the husband and his camera. 

The wife says, "Not until I suck it." Her fingers are inside the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down. He steps out of them. His cock springs up at an angle of forty-five degrees to his flat torso. The head, engorged, a deep red in colour, is circumcised. The husband wonders if John will be able to fulfil his promise to prolong the encounter. His own cock is pressing against its confines.

John has been led to the bed where he is lying on his back, cock pointing almost to the ceiling. She crouches over him, licks the tip, drops saliva on the shaft and grips it with her right hand. As she goes to work, licking, sucking, handling, the husband moves round to get a shot of her raised arse distending the black knickers. 

It's time for John to make his contribution and he doesn't disappoint. "Take it all in, darling. As much as you can cope with." Pause, the only sounds are the wife's greedy slurping and the clicks of the camera. "That's good. Lick under there, then suck - faster, harder."

The husband is back in his chair, checking the shots already captured. He lets his hand descend to his groin where there is a growing demand. He says, "Keep talking, John. She's a fantastic sucker, isn't she?"

"The best. My cock's right at the back of her throat. She's not gagging, but I want her on her back. Get your camera ready."

Positions change on the bed. John is now kneeling beside her head, stroking his increasingly potent cock. "Open your mouth," he says. "Wide. Then suck when I start to face fuck you."

Her lips close round the knob, the shaft slides in. He begins to fuck. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks.

John looks at the husband. "Brilliant," he says, "you don't often get a mouth as clever as this. And the way she uses her tongue ... slowly, darling, you don't want a load down your throat yet."

Her hand snakes inside the waistband of her knickers, fingers searching out her clit. Another camera shot. He could get this at home during one of their mutual masturbation sessions, but now she has a stranger's cock ramming in and out of her mouth and she is on heat in a way she seldom experiences.

A glance down shows John the woman's self-stimulation. He asks, "Is she going to cum? She's a repeater, I take it?"

"As many times as you give it to her," the husband says. "Watch her arse come up off the bed. That'll tell you."

Seconds later, she writhes and jerks, clamps her hand on her cunt lips to sustain the orgasm, then subsides. John withdraws his cock from her mouth and looks down approvingly. "If you fuck as well as you suck," he says, "you are something else."

"Just try her," the husband tells him. "Get her knickers off and get your head in there. Taste her. She loves that."

Soon the knickers, a dark silky pool, join the bra on the floor at the side of the bed. John wastes no time in parting her legs with two hands as he bends his head to the cunt lips still puffy from the attention she has given the clit herself. Difficult now for him to continue his running commentary, but they have foreseen this. During cunnilingus, she will be more vocal.

"Is it good?" the husband asks, knowing the answer.

"Yes. He's clever. Go slowly, John. Lick up and down the sides. Like that. Yes, that's good." Her hands are moulding her tits, fiddling with the nipples. Then, "Now hold me open with your fingers. My clit's quite long, isn't it?"

A groan of agreement from between her legs.

"Make your lips tight round it and lick the tip. Just the way I was doing your cock. Yes ... go on ...yes. Keep doing it, John. Go on. Go on. I'm nearly there!"

Confirmation isn't long delayed. Another buck and heave have John clinging on to maintain mouth to cunt contact. Sighing deeply, she subsides. Ready for the next.

"Finger fuck, now," says John. As she spreads herself to accommodate him, he slides in two fingers. 

The husband is close with the camera. "She'll enjoy this," he tells John. "Just get a steady rhythm going and when she's ready use your other hand on her clit. Guaranteed to get her off again. Isn't it - " 

Heavily aroused in an unguarded moment, he has almost let slip her name - something they have agreed not to do. She realises and tells him to look after himself. "About time you had your cock out or you'll burst. John won't mind, will you John?"

"No. We agreed. Wanking is fine. I don't mind. As long as you concentrate on my fingers. Work with me. No hurry. Just work it up slowly. Not many women can fuck like this after they've just cum twice. But you're special." He turns to the husband who is now naked below the waist and has temporarily put the camera aside. He is stropping a large erection. John tells him, "It's like she can focus her whole body on her cunt. And I haven't even had my prick in her yet. She's just a slut, a magnificent slut, a fucking machine." 

His fingers have kept up the rhythm but gradually, almost imperceptibly increasing speed. A nod from the husband indicates another impending orgasm. "Come on, then. I want him to hear that cunt squelching. Give me this one and then you can have my cock up there. You know it's what you want, don't you."

For answer, she suddenly reaches down to grip his wrist and guide him through the final moments. The climax arrives accompanied by a deep gasp and a tightening of her legs, trapping his hand while she eases herself back from the summit.

"Now I'll fuck her," John tells the husband. "Doggy first?"

"She loves that."

Without waiting to be told, she is on her knees, hands behind her pulling the cheeks apart. John positions himself behind her, cock in hand. "It will do her good to wait," he says. He rubs the knob of his cock against her cunt lips but makes no move to enter her. He slips two fingers in,brings them out shining with her juices, puts them in his mouth and licks appreciatively. "With a woman like this, once you get her going, she's permanently ready."

He drives into her, hard, one swift, fierce movement. His groin slaps against her arse. He grunts. "Starter for ten," he says. "Different this time. Lots of wham bam." He is as good as his word, rigid cock moving like a piston. Her lubrication makes it easy.

The husband busies himself again with the camera as John fucks, humping with metronomic regularity, always ensuring full penetration with each stroke. After some while, he says, "The only problem with this is, she's not going to cum unless she helps out with her fingers. Do you want that?"

The question is directed to the husband but it is the wife who answers. "No, I can do that any time. I want a proper fuck."

Whatever the husband may have been hoping for from this encounter, it is now exceeding his wildest expectations. His wife has shed all inhibition and is an active partner. He attends to his cock, pauses to take a few close-ups, then resumes masturbating. Meanwhile, the couple on the bed are repositioning, she on her back with legs spread wide. John once again hesitates and looks to the husband. "How about her arse? Does she take it up there?"

This is something they haven't foreseen. Yes, they practise anal occasionally and she can accommodate her husband's cock but it's not on their agenda frequently. The thought of watching John's cock penetrating that tight little hole gives him a surge of excitement. But they haven't discussed it. There is no lubricant to hand. John is not huge but big enough.

She senses the hiatus and settles the matter. "No," she says. "Not this time. Maybe if we do this again - "

"Cunt then," says John. They chose him during the long introductory process because he gave every impression of being educated and refined. And so he is. But he believes that - once the gloves are off - what they both really want is a fuck as basic can be. By profession, although this is unknown to them, he is a jobbing actor. If she wants a bit of rough, he knows how to play the part. "How do you like this up there?"

Just as he had when he took her from behind, John's initial thrust comes without warning, his knob brushing apart the labia, his shaft burying itself into the hot wetness below her shaven mound. "Now, come on. Get your arse working to meet me. Like this." He grunts as their bodies meet.

Incredibly - for they have been at each other for well over half-an-hour, John's stamina is never in question. They fuck, feverishly, always on the edge of total abandon, but he hs an uncanny sense of when she is about to explode, reining back just enough to deny her. The coupling goes on and on, dialogues largely forgotten until unexpectedly John pauses, his cock almost fully withdrawn. "You should get a close-up of this," he tells the husband. "Let her remember how wet she was - look you can see how slippery she's made me."

The husband focuses, the camera clicks and John returns to his endeavours. "This time," he announces. "Where do you want it? Tits? Face? In your mouth?"

"No," says, urgently needing to keep him inside while they both come. "Where you are." Her glance towards her husband is seen and understood. As she wails through her orgasm, taking spurt after spurt into the depths of her cunt, the cum that covers her tits is her husband's

'***************

In the aftermath, while she cleans herself in the bathroom, John reveals himself as the educated, refined person they had anticipated. He politely expresses his appreciation for a memorable experience, hopes that he has provided what they wanted, offers his services again if they wish, insists he won't be offended if they don't.

He leaves, she emerges from the bathroom and takes her husband in her arms, hugs him, says nothing.

"Well?" he asks.

"I don't know." she replies. "It couldn't have been better. Not for me, anyway. How about you?"

"It was good. I was surprised."

"But what you mean is, shall we do it again?"

"Yes, I suppose I do."

"And the answer is, I don't know. It may take a while. Can you accept that?"

"Of course."

For now, he is content with the long distance they had come. The future is another day.

Better Late



"Fourteen days late now," she said. "My body isn't working."

"Don't be silly. Of course it is." He wrestled with his tie staring into the mirror. "Babies come when they're ready."

"How would you know?" She turned her face into the pillow.

"The doctors say so,'" he said, brushing dandruff from his jacket. "Sorry, got to rush darling, I'm running late." He turned at the door. "Don't forget we're off to the Indian Raj tonight."

She groaned. "Worth a try," he said, smoothing a smile. "Whenever anybody hears you're late, they advise eating a hot curry. If it works we'll call him Vindaloo or, if it's a girl, Korma."

She lay in bed for an hour after he had gone, dipping back into drifts of half-sleep, trawling her mind for the genetic knowledge of maternity that all putative mothers are said to possess. She failed to find any; instead there were the thoughts that liked to exercise themselves every morning now.

It had been, looking back, utterly ridiculous to call him in from cutting the back lawn to make love at eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning. Yet when she came out of the bathroom with the predictor it seemed the obvious thing to do. Especially after Betty told her -- in strict confidence - that she was off the pill and she and Reg were, as she graphically put it, "fucking like rutting rabbits, his baby-maker is in overdrive." 

They had undressed and got on the towel she had put on the bed and, yielding to impulse, she had taken his penis in her hands, massaging it gently until it stood erect, then bending her head and giving it a kiss.

He gasped. "Never done that before".

"I know, but I want to inspire it to supply me with the best quality sperm." A nervous laugh as it had been the first time she had really paid any special attention to his penis. Even after almost two years of marriage, all she knew was his penis was long and slightly curved with a mushroom head and irregular ridges running down the shaft. It brought to mind one of those phallic fertility symbols or an abstract sculpture you are not meant to understand but just enjoy. It was all about function and not beauty, as she had explained to her unmarried sister, and, she assured her, adding a small embarrassed cough, Kevin had nothing to be ashamed of in the genital department if we are talking about size and ability --which was, she whispered, about to be put to the test.

She saw him watching as she carefully creamed the entrance to her labia. She tended to get sore there and she always encouraged him to tease her first with one, then with two fingers until she could feel her arousal and sense vaginal secretion sliding down around his fingers. Still smiling, she eased a pillow under her as Betty, her oldest and best friend, told her it improved their chances. "We can then do the ante-natal classes together."

She watched him lifting his shirt over his head, pressing apart her legs and positioning himself before lining up the mushroom head. She took a deep breath. "Oh darling, go deep and really do it." 

Instantly she felt pressing; had a wonderful dizzy moment as passion rushed up her spine. A jumble of thoughts: the blue dress perfect for maternity wear, her mother's face with the news, the aisle of the church and the choir that then turned magically into a golden forest with a trembling silver stream. He was lying on her, working his erection, thrusting slowly, seeming in no hurry to make his delivery. Nice to feel his arms around her, his head nuzzling hers but -- came the thought - they were meeting Alan and Shelia for a pub lunch and she would need time to do her hair and repair her make-up. 

Wonderful dizzy moments and the series of grunts showing he was enjoying himself. "Oh Kevin darling, do you really, really love me?" she had said, gasping, feeling she needed to say something. She looked down and watched him invading her as if expecting it to be especially exciting this time. Instead a chilling realization: her neatly ordered life and her comfortable home would be changed forever. 

She had heard so much about all the things a woman loses when she has a child: her looks, earning capacity, ambition, energy, esteem. She had always been critical of young mothers, seeing them as weak women who missed out on so many opportunities. Single friends told her all the horror stories: that for fifteen weeks you wouldn't be able to keep down your breakfast; that a pregnant woman enters a desert of sexual want; that you could be torn in labour requiring uncomfortable stitches; that you could defecate during labour; that fucking after giving birth would be like pushing a sausage down the Channel Tunnel; that men hate being with women who have been stretched. Women now had a choice, except, because it was the way of the world, they hadn't; just some flexibility when it came to timing.

She stared up at the man she had married sensing the brief pause, the half thrust and then a long deep push that took him to the head of her cervix, the head gushing, spurt after spurt. She had gasped, grasped him and thrashed her legs in an effort to lift her cervix to take it all, acutely aware of the hot jets. This was, she told herself, the moment of truth, wondrous, incredible, astounding, magnificent. She loved the sound of words like that when they belonged to her. Then came the pleasurable relaxed feeling: an emotional catharsis was how it was described in an article she had read in a magazine in the hairdressers, an article which had also stressed not leaving motherhood too late. 

She had pulled the damp towel out from under her and put the pillow back at the top of the bed. "We should try again early in the morning," she had said. Now she couldn't remember if they had. Kevin always liked to sleep in late on Sundays.

Watching the summer light strengthen at the margins of the bedroom curtains, she started to worry again that her body would never work, that she would simply grow bigger and bigger. Brushing away unsummoned tears, she commenced the laborious business of getting dressed.

"Brrr,brrr, bloop, bloop, bling." Kevin had bought her a new mobile with a jokey ringtone. She had laughed the first few times but now it was driving her crazy. "Still nothing?" came the incredulous voice of her sister. "Mother is going mental, not eating or sleeping, nervous, jumpy, mostly just sitting by the phone, or staring at it. Look, try sitting on the washing machine during the spin cycle; I'm told that is a surefire solution to getting things going."

"It will come when it is ready," she said tersely.

"It'll be a boy. I have it on good authority that males are the lazy ones; They don't want to leave a nice warm womb for a cold crazy world. And I can't say I blame them."

She wanted to weep. Estimated Time of Arrival seemed a date in the distant past. It was like life after death, only she had not yet laid down her life. This was limbo. She was not currently living inside real hours and minutes. Perhaps this was what living on borrowed time meant. She imagined herself being the subject of jokes, friends and relations wondering why she could not behave in the proper, appropriate manner, why she had allowed herself to become a gross, waddling and breathless invalid clutching her stomach as though it had been borrowed from someone else. Walking was like wading through a stagnant swamp up to the thighs, and her ability to do even the simplest tasks was painfully restricted. 

As for Kevin, he had been, by turns, caring, uncharacteristically amorous, and sexually assertive to beyond the boundaries of kinky. He had insisted on what he called "the more practical equestrian position with you wearing that bulge", even getting her to wear her jodhpurs and riding boots. "Horsey, horsey, he would shout and she had responded by waving a riding crop and mounting him. To her surprise this had resulted in dizzy orgasms which she credited to the position and pressure of the feotus. But in the last weeks she had been forced to warn him off.

She perched herself on the stool in the kitchen; sitting had been denied her for three weeks now. She made and buttered some toast. "Brrr,brrr, bloop, bloop, bling." It was Kevin. "You alright, ol' gal? You sounded a bit umpty when I left this morning. Worried about you."

"So you should be worried about me. I let you thrust your great penis into me and fuck me just so you could be a father. You've pumped me full of your semen and ruined my figure and I feel horrible, terrible, uncomfortable and it hurts like hell to pee. God really fouled up when he came to design the human reproductive system."

That is what she wanted to say but instead she said. "No, I'm fine, darling. Just a bit bloody bored with waiting."

"Now, you'll ring me the moment you get any of the signs. I have the phone on the desk just inches away and you keep yours with you every single moment."

"Do you mind not calling me 'old girl'."

"Sorry, bad joke. I'm so nervous I can't think straight."

She tried to do some dusting but after a few desultory flicks she fell into the sofa and pushed up some cushions to support her aching back. She picked up the family album left by her mother who seemed to believe the baby pictures of her and her sister, taken soon after their arrival into the world, would be suitably inspiring. She turned the pages listlessly: her and her sister as toddlers, then making sandcastles on the beach at Bournemouth, then when they were much, much older on holiday in Greece. There was one of Alan -- gorgeous Alan - with her, both standing knee deep in sparkling blue water beside a small fishing boat. That was the magical year the family had rented the villa on Corfu for two months while their father was convalescing from an operation. 

Oh, Alan. Oh Alan! The olive grove patterned by sunlight, the pungent smell of crushed wild thyme and the restless rhythm of the crickets, azure blue sky and a glimpse between the gnarled, ancient trunks of Homer's wine dark sea. Oh Alan, you were the first and I gasped as you reached down and touched my naked and open labia, a smile spreading across your face as I told you I loved you. My body trembled as you cupped my labia into one hand, pressing the heel against my clitoris, your fingers finding my silky wetness before allowing your erection to slide in with a slow and gentle ease, just as if it belonged there. My back arched as my hips thrust forward pressing harder against you. You were Zeus and I was Leda, the swan, and I was ready to be your bride. You were throbbing in me, throbbing large and firm, great pushes that lifted me slowly to the top of Olympus, home of the gods.

Student archaeologists do not, you explained, have brides, or children, being too busy travelling the world and digging into the past to care about the present or the future. Your erection sought deep into my being and your semen, when it came in golden waves, seemed like a gift of the gods. Maybe I would have liked your child as my forever memory of you and of olive groves in the sun. Oh Alan, I did love you. All that summer I loved you and I never let you see the tears.

She rewound and began playing this, one of her favorite memories, again. The reverie was broken by "Brrr,brrr, bloop, bloop, bling." This time it was Betty. "Never mind, they're bound to induce us now. Let's make the most of our last days - this is the last time alone we'll ever have." 

She heaved herself off the sofa, clutching the coffee table for support. It was a reminder of her of her grandmother in her last years, reaching for her Zimmer frame and saying, "No, I'm fine. I have to do it myself. I'm not entirely helpless yet." She took the Home Health Encyclopedia out of the bookcase and looked up induction: 'The doctor snags a hole in the membranes which surround the baby with an instrument like a long crochet hook, then the waters gush out.'

She took some long deep breaths and made an effort to return to Greece only to be interrupted again: "Brrr,brrr, bloop, bloop, bling." Her mother. How was she feeling? Shouldn't be long now? Surely? The tone was accusative implying deliberate vexation. She half listened, staring at the ticks on the calendar. That Saturday morning was 280 days ago, longer, she realized, than the German siege of Paris in 1870, subject of her prize-winning essay at school.

It was all just the same the next morning, a day that began with the same shape, same dialogue, same boring routine. "Fifteen days late, my body isn't working."..."Don't be silly, of course it is."

Except, listening to the lunchtime news on the radio, standing at the kitchen sink, the jar of instant coffee in her hand, the world turned bright blue. She stared out into the blue garden and heard the beat of her heart rising like the crescendo of an orchestra. And she seemed to be standing in the shallow end of a warm swimming pool...

"For God's sake, why are we going this way and not through the park?"

"The SatNav knows what it's doing. You heard it. Left into Bloomington Road."

"But that's not the quickest way and, oh God, I've another one coming."

"Hang on, ol' girl. You'll soon be there. This satellite navigation is state of the art and maybe it knows of a traffic hold-up that it's steering us round."

"So why are we slowing? And look up ahead. Road works. Traffic lights. Nothing's moving. The bloody thing didn't know about that, did it?"

The baby heaved itself up against her ribs and she decided a scream would concentrate the driver's attention. It did. There was wild wheel turning, hooting, and she glimpsed waving fists and heard shouting. The disembodied voice from the box pointed out they had made "a direction error".

There was a sense of ordered calm in the reception room together with that sharp smell of hospital disinfectant. "I just want to lie down, please." 

A tall figure in a white apron pressed against her. "Oh, we're not ready for that yet. Not for quite a time. They'll have to come closer together before we get to that. You just sit there, Mrs Bleak. Tea or coffee will be coming up shortly."

"Blake. The name is Blake. It's been spelt wrong on the card." She grabbed for her handkerchief and mopped up the streaming tears. "That - that just about fucking well sums it all up: nine months since the impregnating fuck when I let one of his sperm invade my ova, now bleak fucking prospects."

"Now, now, Mrs Blake, we mustn't get ourselves in a state, must we. It's not good for the baby."

"Bugger, the little lazy sod."

White Apron ignored the outburst and, with a stern warning about not using mobile phones, left abruptly. She stared round at the white walls. A faded, framed print of Constable's Hay Wain was centered on one wall and a water cooler stood in a corner next to a table with a pile of old National Geographic magazines. He had said he would just be a few minutes parking the car. She could guess what had happened. Kevin would be sitting there, throwing up the curry he had eaten last night.

Picturing Kevin returning his supper, she had a sudden warm feeling. The room seemed to slowly get brighter, almost golden, and with a sense of spiritual revelation she understood Kevin was lovely and loving, sexually potent, and she just knew he would be a great father.

If there is to be a brother or sister for this one, perhaps the conception could be on a holiday in Greece rather than the bedroom on a weekend morning. She had a brief mental picture of Kevin kneeling in the olive grove beside the sea and her taking out his erection with its mushroom head and irregular ridges and making love to her to the sound of the sea and the crickets. She decided that would be nice. She looked down at the bulge and knew with a wonderful certainty she had discovered the long wanted assurance that she really was in love with Kevin. And in love with Kevin junior who had made his first public appearance in the last scan.



Better Late Than Never



It was my daughter's thirtieth birthday and though she and her husband lived over a hundred miles away I made the effort to go and visit her on her birthday. This was an unusual year for it was the first time I had gone to see Mary without my wife Claire; her mother was ill and she was staying with her for a few days to look after her, the trip seemed slightly longer without company. When I finally arrived at my daughter's house at nine thirty in the morning it was raining, typically this was not what had been forecast for the day and like a fool I had worn a light suit, by the time I got to the door I was soaked through.

"Dad," Mary greeted me as she opened the door, "come in quick, you're soaked."

Squelching slightly I went inside and stood dripping on the hall carpet as she closed the door, I was a little puzzled that there was no sign of Mary's husband, George, but I had other concerns and paid this little mind.

"Happy birthday love." I grinned as I held out her present.

It was only a gift voucher, but I knew that Mary would put it to good use, she'd probably spend it on a new dress, my girl liked her clothes, but then again she had always had the figure and face to display clothes to their best. She thanked me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek then looked at my sodden clothes and the damp I'd transferred to her dress.

"Let's get you out of those things," She smiled, "I'm sure I've got something you can wear while these dry."

Mary took me up to the bathroom and while I stripped off my wet clothes she went off to find me something to wear, when she came back she handed me a terry towelling robe then left me to go downstairs to put the kettle on. Taking the towel from my waist I put on the robe and wrapped it around me, I had been so wet that even my underpants had got wet so I was starkers under that thick, warm robe. A few moments later Mary came back upstairs.

"Are you decent?" She called through the bathroom door.

"Yes." I called back.

"Pity." She said as she came in.

She quickly hung up my clothes over the bath then put on the bathroom heater, I noticed that she had changed her dress; the one she now wore was short and had a plunging neckline that showed off one hell of a cleavage. Even if I was her father I enjoyed the sight of her with mixed pride and a touch of arousal, wrong of me maybe, but it had always been like that. Even at thirty my little girl was worth more than a second glance, especially her large 38-inch breasts. If the truth were known I was more than a little over-sexed, yet Claire was the exact opposite, in thirty-five years of marriage I had yet to convince her that sex was not something you only did once a week, in bed and with the lights out, despite this I had never been unfaithful to my wife. Most of my relief came from wanking which I did at least once a day, but it never really satisfied me and I spent a lot of time ogling young girls and wishing; at fifty-five I was becoming the archetypal 'dirty old man'.

"They'll be dry before you have to leave." Mary smiled cutting across my thoughts.

We went downstairs and I was pointed towards the living room while Mary went out to the kitchen to make the tea, sitting in an armchair I wondered again about the absence of George. Mary came in a few minutes later with a tray and all the makings for a cuppa, she grinned as she put the tray down on the coffee table, deftly she poured us both a cup then sat down on the couch opposite me. I smiled at the sight of her short dress riding up to reveal more of her long, slender legs then brought my attention back to the present.

"Where's George?" I asked curiously.

"Gone." She replied simply.

"Gone as in away on business or gone as in never coming back?" I asked leaning forward.

"As in never coming back." She smiled, "Not that he'll be a great loss dad, you were right all along, he was no good."

"I'm sorry love." I sighed in sympathy.

"Don't be," Mary laughed, "I feel a lot better now he's gone. I'm divorcing him; he's not contesting it so it should all be over in a few weeks. Once I'm a free woman again I plan on selling the house and moving back near you and mum."

"That would be nice," I smiled at the thought, "we'd get to see you more than twice a year."

We chatted about things in general for about half an hour or so before I found out the reason George had left her.

"He claimed that I was making excessive demands of him," She laughed in answer to my questioning, "anyone would think sex more than once a week was a reasonable request nowadays wouldn't you, but not George, once a week, in bed without lights and that's it."

"Sounds a lot like your mother." I grinned.

As you may have guessed Mary and I were very open with each other, we had always had this close type of relationship and she had always brought her problems to me rather than to her mother, especially when the problem involved the matter of sex.

"Lord is she still like that," my daughter laughed, "how on earth do you stand it? You haven't got yourself a bit on the side have you?"

"I've managed to resist the temptation." I grinned, "What about you?"

"Oh," She smiled all innocence, "I'm not as strong willed as you are dad, I sort of slipped once or twice."

"Does George know?" I asked unsurprised by her confession.

"Lord no," She laughed, "like sex, it never occurred to him. Anyway dad, you ought to get yourself a bit of fluff, it would do wonders for you."

"For all her faults I still love your mother young lady and I do not intend causing her grief if I can help it." I said seriously then smiled, "Besides, who'd be interest in a randy old goat like me?"

"Would you like a list?" Mary laughed.

The subject moved on to other things and the time flew by, lunch time came and Mary went out into the kitchen to fix us a little something while I looked out the living room window at the pouring rain. From the kitchen I could hear the noise of my daughter preparing the lunch and a radio going in the background; smiling to myself I wondered what Claire was doing then headed towards the kitchen to see if Mary wanted some help. As I entered the kitchen the news was going on the radio standing on the work-surface, I walked in just in time to hear that due to a lightening strike by rail workers all British Rail services had been brought to a standstill.

"That's all I need." I sighed as Mary turned off the radio.

"You'd better phone the station to see if there will be a train back today." My daughter suggested.

So I phoned the station and, after a long wait for someone to pick up the phone, I learnt that there was no chance of a train that day and that services the following day looked just as doubtful. Mary was carrying trays through to the living room as I hung up the phone, I told her the bad news as I followed her in.

"Well that's no problem," She smiled as she set down the trays, "give mum a ring later and let her know your stuck here. I can put you up in the spare room."

"Thanks love." I smiled as I sat down.

Lunch was a cold collection of meats, cheeses and rolls; Mary had opened a litre of wine and insisted that the bottle had to be drained with our repast.

"Are you trying to get me drunk young lady?" I quipped.

"Of course," She grinned, "then I can have my wicked way with you."

Now I'm not a great drinker and the wine soon made me feel light headed and more than a little fruity, which was one of the reasons I didn't drink that much. Mind you Mary was as bad, she quickly got giggly and our chatter descended right into the gutter, we laughed and made bawdy jokes and were having a thoroughly good time. A little later I rang my wife and told her the bad news, her response was unconcerned, after all she knew where I was and who I was with. When I finished the call I flopped into the armchair and grinned at my daughter.

"She isn't worrying about me." I grinned.

"Now how does she know you're not ringing from the home of some sexy dolly bird who is waiting to ravish you?" Mary grinned.

"Well she knows that I'm with a sexy dolly bird anyway," I grinned back, "and the thought of the other just wouldn't occur to her."

"Do you really think I'm a sexy dolly bird?" Mary laughed.

"Very." I grinned, "Mind you I may be prejudiced."

We had some more wine which made the conversation degenerate even more, but neither of us was concerned about it, we were having too much fun.

"Which part of me is the sexiest?" Mary asked some time later.

"Eh? Oh, I don't know." I replied, "All of you I think."

"No, come on dad," She laughed, "if I wasn't your daughter which part of me would turn you on the most?"

"Well if you weren't my daughter," I grinned playing along with her, "I'd be torn between those lovely tits of yours and those long legs."

Mary laughed and cupped her tits, pushing them up and increasing the amount of cleavage that was showing.

"You mean these tits?" She giggled.

"The very ones." I laughed at her antics.

"And I bet you'd just love to feel my long legs wrapping around you as you fucked me." She laughed.

"I'd love it." I laughed feeling strangely excited by our conversation.

"Well if I wasn't your daughter," Mary laughed, "I'd be at the head of the list of women after your body."

"You'd be the biggest temptation on the list I'm sure." I laughed.

"Daddyo, I'd be the temptation you couldn't resist." Mary shrieked with laughter as she stood up.

With exaggerated sways of her hips my daughter strutted around the room, we were both laughing so much we were almost crying.

"Where would we meet?" Mary mused as she swayed sensuously across the room towards me, her long, blonde hair fluffing as she walked, "I know, at a dimly lit ballroom, there'd be just you and me and the band and I'd come over to where you were sitting..."

"And I'd watch you coming towards me" I cut in as I joined in her game, "and jump up to ask you to dance."

As I spoke I got to my feet and bowed to my daughter then held out my arms in the classic dance position, she came into my arms and we did a little waltz with the regulation space between us.

"And while we danced we'd just sort of drift together," Mary said softly matching action to words, "you'd put your arms around me and we'd just drift around the floor."

Holding my daughter's delectable body to me I swayed to the imaginary music, her head came down on my shoulder, her face turned towards mine, I could feel the gentle puff of her breath on my cheek, smell the faint hint of her shampoo and the heady musk of her perfume. I was also very much aware of the pleasure that I was getting from my daughter's body as it gently rubbed against me as we moved, so much so that my prick gave a twitch and began a slow rise towards erection.

"Mmm," Mary sighed, "this is nice."

Turning my head a little I found myself looking into my daughter's deep blue eyes, she smiled at me then tilted her head towards me, her lips brushed across mine and I felt a tingle of excitement at the light touch of her warm lips on mine.

"We'd dance like this for ages," Mary said softly going on with her game of pretend, "every now and then we'd kiss briefly..."

Once again her lips brushed across my lips, and once again I felt the tingle of excitement run through me making my cock grow all the faster.

"...Then you'd lean over and kiss me firmly." Mary ended on a wistful note.

Her words seemed to echo in my mind as I leant my head towards her and kissed her firmly on the lips, firmly and demandingly. The pleasure that ran through me from that kiss was like nothing I had ever felt before, and the pleasure grew as Mary returned my kiss. When I eventually parted our lips my breathing was fast and I felt a glow in my loins; Mary's eyes were closed, her lips parted a little as she took a deep happy breath.

"Again." She whispered.

I kissed her again and felt her lips press tight to mine as our passions rose; her body seemed to melt against me as I held her in my arms. Any pretence at dancing was quickly forgotten in the pleasure of that kiss and when I parted our lips again my daughter sighed and kissed my neck.

"What would happen next?" I breathed excitedly.

God knows what had gotten into me, but I was willing, even eager to carry out the role her fantasy story was assigning me; with bated breath I waited for my daughter to speak.

"Next you'd slide your hands down my back" She sighed as I moved my hands, "right down to my bum. Then you'd pull me tight to you and kiss me again."

My hands rested on the swell of her buttocks as I pulled her lower body tight to mine and leant forward to kiss her, but before our lips met Mary added something else.

"While we kissed you'd slide your hands under the hem of my dress and onto my panties then you'd play with my bum." She whispered hurriedly.

As our lips met I slid my hands under my daughter's dress and placed them on her buttocks, I could feel the warmth of her skin on my palms as I stroked her. The panties she wore were so small and flimsy that I rarely touched them in all my stroking. Our kiss became more passionate, spearing my tongue into her mouth I ran the fingers of one hand down the crack of her bum over her flimsy panties, my daughter responded by giving a low moan of enjoyment that excited me even more.

"Then?" I sighed when I eventually parted our lips.

Mary breathed deeply as my hands continued to rub against her buttocks, I felt her push against my hands then sigh happily.

"Then, you'd reach up with one hand," She breathed so quietly that I could barely hear her, "and unzip my dress..."

Moving one of my hands I found the zip of the dress and gently tugged at it, as though well oiled it opened easily, sliding without pause all the way down.

"...You'd part us just long enough to push it off then you'd take me in your arms again and run your hands all over me as we kissed." Mary whispered.

Pushing her away from me a little I pushed her dress off her shoulders, let it slide down her body to the floor; lovingly I gazed at my daughters smooth, lightly tanned skin as she stepped out of the dress, and kicked it out of the way with a quick flick of a foot. Pulling her to me I placed my lips on hers and kissed her hungrily, my hands roving over her body, savouring the feel of her soft skin, the swell of her bra encased tits and the firmness of her buttocks. As my hands moved over her body Mary began to tug at my robe, her fingers struggling to push the material open, I sighed into her mouth when I felt her hands run over my bare chest and stomach. 

With each moment that passed I felt more aroused, my skin was tingling where she was touching me and my cock, by now fully erect, was throbbing with excitement, my daughter's responses to my caresses were even more exciting and I breathlessly parted our lips to find out what path her fantasy would take next. Mary's eyes were closed when I leant back to look at her, her breathing fast, irregular, looking down I saw the swell of her tits over her bra, and the temptation to remove the thin barrier was overwhelming. One handed I snapped open the catches of the bra then slid it off her shoulders and down her arms; the breath caught in my chest as I gazed at her large tits and her dark, excited and exciting nipples. Tossing the bra aside I raised my hand to her luscious tits and began to play with them.

"Tease my nipples." Mary sighed without opening her eyes.

The gasp my daughter gave as I closed my fingers around her nipples was more than enough proof of her excitement, adding to her excitement I leant forward to take one of her hard pebbles in my mouth.

"Oh that is nice." Mary breathed shakily.

I had to agree with her, the feel of her nipple and the slight saltiness of her skin was like the finest of wines to me, and once uncorked the wine has to be savoured to the full. Sliding my free hand down over her stomach I worked my way towards her pussy, the thin material of her panties giving a little as my hand pressed against them. I could feel the wetness of her juices where they had soaked through the flimsy material and, if I hadn't been sure before, this was the proof that my daughter was well and truly aroused. Her fingers fumbled at the cord around my waist and the robe flapped open, with almost desperate haste she pushed the robe off my shoulders forcing me to move my hands away from her as she pushed the robe off me, but as soon as it had been thrown aside I put one hand back to her tit and the other to the moist gusset of her panties. Mary groaned and pushed down gently onto my hand as it traced the outline of her pussy through the thin material of her panties, still sucking her nipple I slipped my hands to the waistband of her panties and hooked my thumbs in it; with a single motion I pushed the thin wisp of material down then let them fall to the floor around her ankles. Kicking the panties away Mary put a hand to my head and pulled me tight to her tits while I ran my fingers through her pubic hair then over her pussy, tracing the pouting outer lips before sliding them across the moist flesh of her slit.

"Oh yes." Mary sighed, "Right there in the middle of the ballroom you'd take me."

Her hands pulled my head up and her lips landed on mine with such hunger that I thought she would swallow me whole! Raising one hand to her tits I used the thumb of my other hand to tease her large sensitive clitoris while my fingers probed at her hot, wet hole. As my fingers sank into her to the knuckle and my thumb teased her clit my daughter gave a gentle shudder and moaned into my mouth; one of her hands slid down my body until it closed around my hard, excited prick, she squeezed me and a shiver of delight ran through me. Slowly I made love to my daughter with my fingers, pushing deep into her then pulling almost all the way out while my thumb circled and pressed her clit. Mary sighed and groaned, her lips never leaving mine as my actions pushed her towards a climax, her body moving in time to my fingers. Then she surged against me, her pussy swallowing and grasping at my fingers, her lips crushing against mine as a shudder ran through her, I felt her knees sag and gently lowered her to the floor, covering her with my body as she lay back. Her hand stroked my cock a few times then pulled it towards her pussy, eagerly I pressed forward until I felt my cock slide a little way into her. Our lips parted and for a moment we froze in that position, I looked down into my daughter's eyes, eyes that burnt with a hunger that matched my own.

Watching my daughter's face I pressed forward, my prick slid slowly deeper into her pussy, her muscles gripping me as though to ensure my cock could not escape even had it wished to. Mary's lips opened in a low cry of pleasure as I filled her with my hard flesh, her eyes half closed with bliss. The feel of her pussy around my cock was sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me and when our groins met in a gentle, grinding caress we both groaned from the sheer joy of the moment. Then her long, luscious, shapely legs came up around my back, locking behind me as I started to pull back, leaning down I kissed her with all the lust that was running through me. Her response matched my kiss exactly, her breathing and mine sounding loud in the silence of the room. With long, slow, gentle strokes I began to fuck my daughter, her body moved with mine, her pussy rising up to greet my every thrust eagerly. Our passions mounted even further and our pace quickened, my thrusts becoming firmer as I took her with greater force.

Mary's head twisted to one side parting our lips forcefully, a cry escaped from her lips as I breathed deeply and moved faster in her pussy, my cock sliding deliciously in her surprisingly tight cavern. I could feel her fingers with their long nails raking across my back then digging into my buttocks as her cries grew louder. Then she was surging up against me, her legs gripping me in a hold from which there was no escape, her pussy grinding up against me, clutching at my cock with spasming muscles; she cried out then began to buck and writhe as her orgasm hit her like a solid blow. Adding my own cry of bliss to hers I pushed down even tighter to her, my cock swelled then twitched and my seed erupted deep inside her body with all the heat and force of a volcano, a blast of ecstasy sent my mind reeling to a heaven of pure joyous sensations. For a long rapturous moment I lay stiff and straining then my body relaxed as I let out a loud breath. Giving a few gentle, loving thrusts into Mary's shaking, trembling pussy I went to move away from my daughter, her eyes opened a little and she shook her head.




Better Late than Never



Lucy was pretty. Pretty will serve you well in life. It makes childhood fun and easy, grade school sweet and pleasant, high school smooth and friendly, and college as graceful as college can be. As age wears at you, the magical effects of pretty evaporate. 

Lucy was no longer young. She had consumed most of her fifties. Her youthful pudgy had become much less appealing and even her perky little breast had begun to flatten and sag. She now spent much of her mornings redoing her face. Still, Lucy was pretty.  

Lucy was good girl. Raised by helicopter parents many years before the term existed. She was tutored and monitored, directed and motivated, watched and corrected. She did what was expected of her. She did it without question and she was well rewarded by her generous family. 

Lucy married well. She met Ted at college, they married shortly after. Ted was a brilliant student and his career was meteoric, rising quickly to the top of the corporate ladder. Ted was witty, warm, attentive and besides an extraordinary provider, a wonderful father to their daughters.

Ted wasn't perfect, he had two major flaws; one was his heart which in spite of his ridged food and exercise regime, exploded into a massive heart attack, killing him instantly and second he wasn't very good at sex.

Not that Lucy was very good at it either. She had come to puberty late, while her girl friends were discovering the little man in the boat and finding out all the tricks he could do, Lucy played dolls. 

She had resisted the high school boy's feeble attempts to mount her and when she finally did uncover her sexuality, she limited herself to quick, to the point moments of relief and suffered with guilt for days afterwards. 

She did engage in rubbing and fondling in college but managed to arrive at her wedding day with her hymen in tact. 

Her wedding was a royal one but the wedding night left her wondering why people were so crazy about the sex thing. It was an underwhelming experience lasting in totality of under 5 minutes and it never improved.

It's wasn't that Ted was inadequate in his equipment. Ted was amply endowed. He just didn't have clue as to the sexual needs that a women might have. He mounted, pumped as much as he needed to get his climax and rolled off to sleep.

Lucy could never bring herself to complain. Ted was so wonderful in every other way that it seemed trivial to her to whine about her womanly needs and besides; she wasn't exactly sure what it would be that she would need.

Ted was fertile and her two girls came into her life quickly. Between repeating her parents doting ways and her social life as the wife of a high rising business executive, Lucy seldom thought about her sex needs. It was only now, in her empty nest with Ted gone and her pretty fading away that she began to feel an itch and a longing were almost none had existed before.

If she hadn't stumbled onto an internet sex site while surfing, its possible Lucy would have gone to her death without ever having discovered the joy of sex. 

She ignored the come on picture of the site, a muscled black man with his sex organ prominently displayed and quickly moved to another web page but the image was burned into her mind. After a few minutes she returned to the page and viewed hungrily at that photo and several others that graced the page. She felt herself getting wet and pressed her palm between her legs letting out a groan. She looked around the room to confirm the house cleaners were not around and then back to the screen. The image inflamed her, she closed the computer and went directly into the bath, stripped her clothing and began the shower. 

As the pulsing jets of water began to rain down on her, she pulled open the folds of her sex and looked at her vagina. Her clitoris was engorged; she moved to direct the flow of water on to it. Uhhhhh, she grunted as the water sprayed and pulsed. She reached for the soap and lubricated the hard little knob and began to cum, cumming in a long,long, breathtaking sob that was almost painful in it's intensity and length. She renewed her soaping and stroking and was rewarded again with another orgasm and then another on its heels. Her knees weakened and she had to hold herself up from collapsing in a heap.

She dried herself and thought, well, that's about the end of that, but it wasn't, later that very evening, Lucy found herself back at the computer screen searching for more porn. She happened upon the Hamster site and discovered for herself how titillating the short clips could be. Safe, locked into her home alone, she sat naked before the screen and jerked herself off time and time again. She lost count of the orgasms and stopped only when she realized that she had begun to rub herself raw.

The guilt and the shame were awful. Lucy lost herself in her charity work and after a few days with out using the computer, she thought; well it was just a crazy thing, I won't ever do that again. 

In the shower, her body told her a different story, in the shower her fingers found her clitoris hard and sticking its head up and out, shivering at the feel of her warm soapy digits that wandered over it. Again and again she came, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of her fevered body.

And again she found herself on the Hamster site watching young hot bodied men squirting loads of milky semen into waiting willing mouths. Pulling out there ample male parts to reveal well fucked vaginas oozing out their seed. She felt an empty ache deep in loins and for the first time she realized that not only did she miss Ted, she missed his fat cock.

The porn sessions became the norm, now it was a rush and a blur to get through the day and into the privacy and safety of home. Lucy now could not imagine how she ignored Ted's big tool. She tried to think of something in the house that resembled its size. Lucy settled on a cucumber. That night, alone in the house, she removed one from the fridge and placed it under the covers of her bed. After stimulating herself with porn clips, Lucy slipped into bed and uncovered the vegetable. She pulled one of Ted's old condoms over the dildo and applied a liberal dose of lubrication. She fingered her opening and spread her own slippery wetness over the outer lips.

She pressed and the fat cock like vegetable slid easily into her. She began to orgasm immediately. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, she cried out to the empty room. She clenched her legs together and bucked her way through a series of ever diminishing orgasm. Lucy realized that her vagina had swallowed the wholeness of the vegetable. She panicked a bit and frantically reached into her well oiled vagina finding the rim end of the condom and pulled out the cum covered cucumber.

Lucy slept a deep and dreamless sleep that night.

To be continued?



Better Late Than Never



Please note: While this story is set at a high school homecoming, all characters are adults over the age of 18. The writer is a big fan of whatever happens between consenting adults. Key word...adults. Enjoy... 

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Gayle Armstrong watched the teenagers mingle about the high school gymnasium. It was decorated from top to bottom in the school colors. The band began to play as someone shouted out. "Here they come!" The chant turned into a deafening roar as the winning football team filed into the room followed by their cheerleader girlfriends.

It all brought back such unpleasant memories for Gayle. Glutton Gayle, they had called her, all through out her high school years. At size sixteen even back then, she had not had a single date during all four years of high school. Instead she had lost herself in books, cheap romance novels that she picked up cheap at yard sales mostly. But then thanks to her English Lit teacher, she had discovered the classics, Bronte and Austin. 

By the time she graduated high school, she had taken up writing and won several local poetry contests. It was enough to land her a scholarship to college in the state capitol, where she studied literature and got her teaching certificate. She had stayed in the big city for the next five years, teaching high school there. 

Then her grandmother's arthritis worsened to the point that she needed assistance to continue living on her own. Gayle could not refuse the woman's pleas to come home, not when her grandmother had taken her in after her parents' nasty divorce. She had been lucky that the same English teacher who had ignited her love of books was more than ready to retire, moving to warmer Florida to be closer to her daughter and grandchildren. 

Which is how she found herself in the middle of homecoming. Ten years late perhaps, but homecoming nonetheless. She adjusted the top of her maroon cocktail dress. Even after three years at her smaller size eight, she still sometimes did not recognize herself in the mirror. Tonight especially. Her long blond hair flowed out of the chiffon on top of her head, framing her face in soft curls. Thankfully, she had not allowed her old friend Tricia to go overboard with the make-up. 

But the way this dress clung to each curve made her uncomfortable in her new body. And the slit up the side most definitely went to high, she could tell that from the way her grandmother had cleared her throat when she came down the stairs. 

"Hey, Miss Armstrong," smiled Dwayne Jackson, his arm wrapped about his girl friend Charlotte. 

Gayle smiled at the young couple, who were among her favorite students. "Good game, Dwayne," she congratulated him even though she knew almost nothing about football.

His smile widened, "I had to pull out all the stops after Big Bro got brought that college scout down just to see me play."

She frowned, "Big Bro? As in your older brother Damian?" The guy had been in her class and unlike most of the other kids in her class, he had been reasonably kind to the fat, unfashionable teen, who lived with her elderly grandmother. 

"Yeah, he's around here somewhere actually. Coach got him to talk to the team before the game and then asked him to chaperone tonight, keep us out of trouble," he winked at Gayle and leaned in for a deep kiss from his girlfriend. 

She gave them a moment before clearing her throat and adding, "Yes, well, that sort of thing can led to trouble as well, you know."

Charlotte giggled, "We know. Like Romeo and Juliette."

"Or Tristan and Isolde," said the deep voice from over her shoulder. He was too close, so close that she could smell the clean, crisp after shave he wore, so close that she could feel the heat of his breath on her bare skin. If she leaned back even just a bit, she could fulfill every teenage fantasy she had ever had of being wrapped in those strong arms. 

She jumped when his warm hands gripped her shoulders, turning her around to face him and drawing her into a tight embrace. "Little Gayle," he smiled as he brushed a kiss across her cheek. He pushed her back at arms length, his dark black eyes traveled from the top of her head to her too high heels. "I would say you were looking good. But that does not come close to covering it, girl. Fine," he stretched the word out, transforming it to multi-syllabic. 

She allowed her eyes to do the same. The boy, who like her had been forced to wear hand me downs through out high school, now wore a tailor made suit that clung like second skin to a man's body. A professional athlete. "Same to you, Damien," she smiled as Charlotte lifted her brows and looked back and forth between them.

Dwayne frowned at his big brother, who just smiled. "Don't you remember me telling you about that girl I had a crush on in high school. The one that was too smart for me?"

Dwayne nodded, "You mean Miss Armstrong? Naw, man," he shook his head.

Damien nodded and held out his large hand, "I know it is ten years too late, but may I have the pleasure of this dance, Gayle?"

She nodded her head as he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor, where a slow song wrapped about them and dozens of other couples. Her mind went numb when he drew her into those arms. Pythons, wasn't that what they were called? Then she was pressed tightly against him, her breasts brushing against the soft silk of his suit, her legs entangled with his as he drew her hands up to rest on his shoulders. 

How many times had she day dreamed about this? About him? About Damien Jackson. About the man, who was out of her league, who always had been. The man, who dated super models, not simple high school English teachers. 

But this night he was holding her, holding her like she had dreamt of, holding her like he meant it. And she wanted to lose herself in the fantasy for the moment. She laid her head against his shoulder, inhaled him deep into her lungs, savored his smell, memorized it all those long, lonely nights that lay ahead. She felt like she was Cinderella and the clock would chime midnight at any moment. 

As the song ended he drew back and stared down into her face, "Do you know how long I wanted to do that?"

She shook her head, confused. "What do you mean? You were the football star, popular, all the girls wanted you. I was just Glutton Gayle."

He chuckled, "No, sweetie, you were curvy. Thick. There's a difference. And yeah, I could get any girl I wanted back then." He brought her hand to his lips and caressed the back of it, he turned it palm up and licked slowly along her love line. "Except the one I wanted."

She shook her head in disbelief. "No, it can't be." But the look of lust she saw in his eyes stole her breath. Could it be true? Had she been so insecure back then she had not seen that Damien's kindness was more than being polite? She cried out as the pain hit her. She could have had it all, even back then. 

She did not want to wallow in what she had missed out upon all those years ago. She wanted to grab onto this new happiness...for however long it might last. Even if for only one night, she wanted it all. She wanted to taste it with him. 

She leaned in and pressed her mouth to his ear, "Where are you staying, Damien?"

He frowned and shook his head, "At my Mama's. So that won't get us anywhere."

She bit her lower lip as she moaned, "Yeah, I'm at Grandma's too."

A slow smile burst across his dark face, "Does teacher have keys to the building?"

She returned his smile as she nodded. "But we probably shouldn't be seen leaving together."

He winked, "Yeah, the kids might get the wrong idea, or the right one as the case maybe. Which room is yours?"

"Two-forty-one. English Lit," she said breathlessly. Was she really going to do this? With this man? How could she not? How could she pass up a second chance? She might never get another.

"All right, you go ahead. Tell them that you need to call your grandmother, check up on things. That should buy us twenty minutes or half an hour to make out a bit. I'll sneak away in a couple of minutes."

She nodded as she turned and practically ran breathlessly from the dance floor. She stumbled over the words as she made her excuses to friend, Trisha, who taught science now. She just shook her head and mumbled something about how Gayle would be the only one thinking of her grandmother when a hunk like that wanted to dance with her. She just smiled and floated away.

She fumbled with the keys to her classroom in the dim running lights of the hallway. She dropped them and cursed as she bent to pick them up. She jumped when she felt a hot hand trailing from her thigh up to the round curve of her bottom. Her fingers grasp at the key ring before he took it from her and opened the door. 

The door was barely closed behind them when he drew her into his arms and his mouth captured hers. His hands laced through the hair at the base of neck, held her head in place as his lips moved over hers, slowly. Too fucking slow. So slow that she wanted to cry out in frustration. She wound her hands between them, began to push at his clothes. 

He chuckled, "I wish we had that kind of time, Teach. But at most we have fifteen, maybe twenty minutes before someone begins to wonder what happened to one or both of us. I thought we would just make out a bit, exchanged numbers, arrange to hook up tomorrow. We both know that old man Russell's motel by the Interstate is out of the question. Unless you want your reputation ruined that is? But Greenville is only thirty miles away. I could pick you up tomorrow for lunch and we could have a couple of hours. A nice hotel too, big fluffy bed for me to have my wicked way with you."

"And what if I want you now? What if I don't want to wait until tomorrow? What if I don't give a damn about big fluffy beds?"

He arched his eyebrows, "Gayle, I want to wine and dine you. Not some quickie, hiding in your classroom."

She shook her head. Everything he said sounded great but why hold out for tomorrow what you could have tonight. She had waited too long. "Okay, how about this? A quickie here and now the way I want. Then tomorrow I'm all yours. Wine, dine, whatever you want."

He smiled, "Damn, woman, who can argue with logic like that?"

She tried to reach behind her for the zipper on her dress, but his hands covered hers. "Don't have time for that, sweetheart. Afraid tonight we're going to have to keep the clothes on or most of them," he licked his bottom lip as he reached up and untied the halter top of her dress. The moment he brushed the material aside his hands palmed each of her full breasts, his thumbs brushed across the tips until she moaned and began to shift from foot to foot as the pressure built between her legs.

"Please Damien," she moaned. He pushed her back until she felt the edge of her desk against her bottom. She leaned against it as he lowered his dark head. She was glad that she had it to hold her up when his scalding tongue wrapped around her nipple and he suckled it deep into his mouth. She collapsed back onto the solid surface as her world tilted on its axis. 

Then she felt his hand on the inside of her thigh, he followed the slit up, higher and higher. His fingers came to rest over the scrap of lace that passed for underwear tonight. She arched into his touch, but then bit her lower lip. Should she say something? Would he notice? She had read so many stupid romance novels where the hero knew immediately that something was different. But the truth was that without the pesky hymen that she was not even sure she ever had, how could any man know? It was embarrassing, being a stereotypical old maid teacher, a virgin. 

But not for long. She brushed aside her reservations as she opened her legs wider. She felt him step closer, the hard ridge of erection rubbed against the lace as he moaned around her nipple. Her hand slipped between them. She found the zipper on the front of his trousers, struggled for several long heart beats to pull it down as tightly as it was pressed against his cock. She smiled when she finally managed to slip her hand inside. It was she who groaned aloud as she touched his bare cock for the first time. She tugged it softly to free it from his pants, then she rubbed it back and forth across the front of her lace panties spreading the thick stickiness around the delicate pattern.

He pushed his hips forward wedging the tip of his cock at the apex of her thighs, igniting the flames in the tiny button that rested in its folds. Then one of his hand abandoned her tit, she whimpered and pouted for a moment until she felt it tugging at the side of her hips. "Lift that sweet ass, baby," he commanded as he pulled the barrier down her legs. It got stuck for a moment on her high heels, but he pulled it free and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. "Hope you didn't want those back, sweetie. I'm keeping them to remember this night by."

She chuckled as she scooted closer to the edge of the desk and closer to him. She wrapped her arms about his neck and looked up at him. "What will I wear the rest of the night?"

"Nothing. I want to think about you walking around without anything on," he said as he made slow circle with his hips, brushing the head of his thick cock back and forth across her tender flesh until her hips took up the dance, moving against him. Each time she arched up, he came tantalizing close to entering her, but he always drew back. 

"Damn it, Damien. Stop playing around," she cursed as she arched up high and hard.

They both groaned aloud as the head of his cock breeched her virgin lips for the first time. His hands tightened their hold on her hips as he held still inside of her, "Damn, girl, you feel amazing. So fucking tight."

She whimpered as her body adjusted to the most delicious stretching and burning that she had ever imagined. "And you're so fucking huge."

He chuckled and his cock slipped inside her another inch or so, "Is that a compliment or a compliant?"

"That's going to depend on what you do with it for the next five minutes or so. Remember you want to impress me so I'll keep our date tomorrow."

He leaned forward and brushed a gentle kiss across the tip of her nose, "Most definitely want to impress you, sweetheart. Hold on, baby, cause if I have to wait until tomorrow I'm gonna make the next five minutes something we'll both dream about tonight." 

And he did too. Moving in slow, teasing circles then picking up the pace, slamming into her hard and fast until her knuckles turned white where they gripped the edge of the desk and her lips were swollen from biting them to keep from crying out. But her world came apart at the seams when his rough calloused thumb started to draw slow circles around her throbbing clitoris. She was glad that his lips were covering hers as she cried out her orgasm. He swallowed her screams as he pounded harder and faster into her. 

Then she felt him tense in her arms. Warm wetness flooded into her as he continued to move inside her in slow, short stabs. They clung together for a couple of moments. He drew back and kissed the end of her nose once more, "Did I impress you enough to warrant seconds? Tomorrow?" 

She chuckled, "You know you did." They straightened their clothes. He pressed another tender kiss to her shoulder as he tied the halter top back in place. He pulled her dress down and carefully adjusting it so that no one would notice her missing underwear. Then he turned her in his arms and they exchanged cell phone numbers. 

He slipped out first and blowing her a kiss from the doorway. She leaned against the desk, frowning as she felt the wetness trail down the inside of her leg. She knew that she should be worried, having unprotected sex her first time. It was something that one of her stupid students would do. Except she was a grown woman and she would handle whatever happened. She smiled, "Better late than never," she sighed as she stood up and snuck out of her classroom. At least she was no longer a twenty-eight year old virgin school marm.



Better Late Than Never



"Please..."she gasped out, "please... stay... where... you... are... I... want... to... feel... you... shrinking... inside... me."

Smiling down at her I leant forward and kissed her tenderly as I complied with her plea. It was an amazing feeling lying there with my cock slowly shrinking in the warmth of Mary's pussy, only it was also an exciting sensation and my cock only sank to half mast before reversing itself and surging back to full erection.

"Oh that's so good." Mary sighed as I grew inside her, "I hoped that would happen."

Once again our lips met in a passionate kiss as our bodies began to move again, slowly at first, but gradually faster and faster I thrust into Mary's eager pussy; her cries echoing around me, her fingernails raking my back as her legs crushed me. Our excitement growing to fever pitch then exploding in a wave of ecstasy as our climax hit us, Mary bucked and writhed, cried out and sobbed as her pussy pushed up on me; I groaned and thrust deep into her as my seed jetted into her depths. Then our peak faded again and this time I rolled off my daughter's shuddering body to lie gasping for breath with my heart pounding in my chest.

As I lay recovering the realisation of what I had just done hit me, gasping I sat up and looked down at my still shaking daughter, tears were running down her face yet her lips were curved in a satisfied smile.

"Mary?" I said with concern.

In a rush of motion she sat up and put her arms around me, her head buried in my shoulder as I held her tenderly.

"Oh God dad, I feel so stuffed," She said into my shoulder then threw her head back and laughed, "so stuffed and oh so happy. I wish I'd got you to fuck me long ago."

With her words my own guilty feelings evaporated, laughing I kissed her before responding.

"Better late than never my girl." I laughed softly.

"Am I really your girl?" Mary sighed, "I like that idea, your bit of fluff. How long can you stay dad?"

"At least until the trains are running again." I grinned as I cuddled her to me.

"Can we make love again?" She asked in a low voice.

"As much as you like." I laughed in reply, "Or at least as much as I can stand."

"Let's have dinner first then," my daughter smiled happily, "we can spend the rest of the evening and night making love in the comfort of a nice soft bed."

"Sounds wonderful." I sighed in anticipation, "There's just one thing honey."

"What's that dad?" She asked stiffening a little in my arms.

"Your mother must never find out about us, it would kill her." I said quietly.

"We don't dare let anyone know about us dad," Mary laughed and relaxed, "in case you've forgotten, incest is illegal."

"I know," I grinned, "but Christ is it fun."

"It is isn't it." She giggled reaching down to stroke my cock, "When I move up near you will you still come to see me, like this I mean?"

"Try and stop me my girl." I laughed, "And if you don't stop that we'll never get to eat!"

Dinner was somewhat late that night.



Better Late Than Never



I awoke to the wonderful feeling of my cock being sucked. My girlfriend Jenny straddling my legs, her nipples lightly brushing my thighs and her mouth slurping at my eight inch cock. Half asleep, I reached down and stroked her long blond hair, felt her cheeks as they bulged out with the pressure of my rod and ,all around, just enjoyed the sensations.

Jenny soon wanted some for herself and climbed my legs. First she rubbed my prick across her lips and teased me with her asshole, then slowly swallowed all of me with her wet snatch. I just laid back and enjoyed the ride. Soon she was humping like an animal, panting tongue stuck out sweating and I had to participate. I grabbed her ass kinda rough, (she likes it) and began slamming her up and down on my swollen prick. We both came at the same time and she collapsed her sweaty body onto mine, both of us not moving for a while.

“I’m off to work.” She said. “Do you need anything?”

“Only another blowjob,” I said. She laughed good-naturedly, got dressed and left for work. I was out with a bad back from my construction job. Truth is I wasn’t in any pain anymore, but the doctor said to take another week and who am I to argue. I made good money and they were paying me to sit on my ass so I was gonna sit until someone said different.

I lounged around all morning, and caught some of those stupid talk shows on the tube. Around noon I took my new magazine upstairs for a little reading. I live in a condominium complex. When I drew up the curtain to get more light for reading, I could not believe my eyes. My, across the way, neighbor Sheila was standing in the middle of her bedroom stark naked and masturbating! 

At first I just stood, dumfounded. I had been having fantasies about her since we moved in the place. Sheila is at least six feet tall. She has huge, firm tits, strong shoulders, and the roundest, tightest ass I have ever seen. Her hand was moving like an orbital sander on her clit. Head thrown back, sweet mouth wide open. I knew she was panting and crying out though I could not hear her. 

Without thinking about who could see, I whipped out my cock and started whacking it right there. I watched as one hand slowly wound its way over Sheila’s body, loving herself. Slowly the hand moved up her stomach, cupping first one perfect breast, then the other. Her other hand was a continued blur over her cunt. The other now lifting her nipple to her mouth. The view between our condo’s was clear enough so I could see her big brown nipple get rock hard. I just stood in the window pounding my pud. 

I’m not sure how much time it took but eventually Sheila shook with convulsive orgasm. I was close. Sheila turned, I thought to go into the shower. I was already fantasizing about watching when she completed the turn and waved at me. 

I can’t remember a time when I felt more stupid. Standing in the window holding my stiff prick, I thought sure she was going to call the cops. She smiled but pulled the shade. I was scared. What if she told Jenny? What if she did call the cops? I’ll tell you my prick never got soft so fast in all my life. Scared shitless about the future I did up my pants and went downstairs.

I thought the knock on the door was the cop's gonna bust me for peeping tomism. Already resigned to humiliation for my stupidity I open the door to find Sheila! Standing outside my door wearing a bathrobe and a smile. “I saw you,” she said. I turned my head down and tried to look embarrassed. “Can I come in?” All I could do was nod my head mutely and move aside.

Sheila wasted no time. She shoved me into the room, closed the door and let her bathrobe fall to the floor. “I’ve thought about your cock from the day I first saw you,” she said. She closed the distance between us and brought one huge tit to my mouth. While I sucked on that, Sheila used a tear already started on my old tee-shirt to rip it off my body. I tried to grab her ass but she moved away enough to run her hot tongue down my neck and suck my nipple. Her nervous hands undid my jeans and found my bulging manhood as the pants slid to the floor. Her hands were cold. It only increased my arousal. Sheila licked and sucked her way slowly across my chest then down, probing each crack of my washboard stomach. I could not wait much longer. I held her head firmly and moved it towards my groin. I swear my cock grew an inch rising to meet her lips. She said, “Tell me what to do.” Then she just knelt there waiting for my instructions. 

“Suck it a little.” Like a babe getting milk she created just the smallest of tensions. Just a light sucking pressure on the head of my dick. It felt glorious.

I let my hands roam her body. Broad strong shoulders, this girl had done some physical work at some point in her life. She had fine strong thin muscles along her back, and a fleshy round stick-out butt. Like the rest of her, her legs and arms were thin and muscular. Smooth creamy skin showed blue veins along her thighs and forearms.

I pushed my middle finger into her ass and heard a satisfying grunt of surprise around my cock. “Suck as much as you can.” Warm wet pressure crawled lovingly down the shaft of my prick towards the base. I felt the smaller opening of her throat. Felt the head of my cock get just in the entrance when she balked. She backed off, stifled her gag reflex and tried again! All the time she kept that light sucking pressure. I put two fingers in her ass. “All the way down your throat this time.” For an incentive I used one hand to gently rub her clit. This was too much. I needed to pick up the pace. I lifted her to her feet and took her hand practically dragging her up the stairs. 

Sheila crawled onto the bed and stuck her ass up high, “Stick your tongue in my cunt.” I gladly complied. Some women perfume their snatches if they think they will get head. Sheila did not, and I was glad. I love the thick salty taste of a woman who has sweat a little. My nose stuck half-way up her asshole I lapped her pussy like a thirsty dog. Sheila panted, “Fuck me.” I moved slowly up her back getting into position, licking the sweat from the small of her back kissing her shoulders. I grabbed both her huge tits and used them for leverage as I slammed my cock home. Her pussy was like slippery wet velvet, and I humped into her with a fury. “Cum in my mouth.” Jenny never said that! I’m not sure how she knew I was close but I was. I was happy to oblige running on my knees to her open mouth. She closed her lips over my prick and sucked hard. Grabbing the shaft with her hand she pumped and I exploded huge spasms into her throat.

I was still shivering. Sheila was still sucking the last drops when the front door opened and Jenny yelled, “I’m home.”

“Quick, hide or something.” Sheila grinned around my prick and clamped down hard enough so I couldn’t move away. I am fucked I thought as I heard Jenny moving up the stairs calling for me. I tried to get away but Sheila clamped down harder. 

“I can explain,” I told Jenny as she walked into the room. I don’t know why I said that. I obviously could explain nothing. She just laughed and said, “No you can’t, but I can.” With one hand, my girlfriend began to undo her blouse. She rested the other lightly on Sheila’s ass. “We’ve been trying for weeks to think of a way to tell you that I’m bi. This seemed like a good way.” 

Jenny shrugged out of her shirt and undid her pants. “At least now you can’t get mad that I cheated on you.” Jenny stepped out of her pants and climbed onto the bed. She stood over the kneeling Sheila and moved her wet mound inches from my face. She looked down and lovingly stroked my hair. “Are you mad?” 

For an answer I grinned and stuck my tongue about four inches up her familiar pussy.

Here I thought I was in trouble, instead things couldn’t have turned out better. When Jenny was walking up the stairs I was getting softer by the second. Now I was rock hard and ready to go again. Sheila started rubbing my cock over her face, forehead, eye’s, nose, cheeks. She was worshipping the thing. I licked Jenny’s twat with a frenzy born of relief. Soon Jenny turned and laid across Sheila’s back. I still ate her out while she stuck her face up Sheila’s crack and started tongue fucking her. I needed to fuck somebody and said as much. Both girls yelled, “Me” at the same time then both collapsed in giggles on the bed. I was about to grab the closest person when Sheila said, “You fuck him Jenny, I’ve already had a turn.” I guess Jenny decided not to tell about this morning because she just spread her legs invitingly. When I climbed on my girlfriend, Sheila sat on her face and shoved one of her tits in mouth. I humped for all I was worth. Watching Sheila rub her cunt into Jenny’s face was turning me on so much I came in minutes. Having cum twice in almost as many minutes, I moved away from the pile and watched the women go at each other. Jenny was definitely experienced! I couldn’t help thinking that I wished she had told me sooner.

When both women lay draped across me in exhaustion I told them what I was thinking. Jenny sucked my soft cock into her mouth. Sheila licked my balls. Around my growing prick jenny said, “Better late than never.”



Better Late than Never



Who knew that after nine years of marriage, our sex life could get exciting again? You see, neither my husband nor I have ever been overly adventurous when it's come to sex. We were both brought up in pretty conservative households, and that kind of carried over to our relationship as well.

However, in recent years, I've started to feel these yearnings for something a little more spiced up, a little hotter. I'm completely devoted to my hubby, Scott, so an affair wasn't the answer for me. But since I work online a lot, I was, without trying, stumbling upon various web sites that showed, well, you know…things that good girls didn't usually think about!

I found myself starting to linger on these sites longer and longer instead of just blushing and clicking them closed. The more I saw, the hotter my fantasies became. Now all I had to do was figure out how to share these new thoughts with Scott without letting him know where I came up with them! I was sure he'd be shocked to know what I'd been looking at!

I started dropping subtle hints from time to time, hoping they'd gently nudge him into taking a more aggressive role in our relationship. I know -- I could have been the aggressor, but that wasn't a role with which I felt comfortable…at least not yet. Still, despite the hints, nothing much changed, and I didn't know what else to do.

Then one night, things changed.

My husband and I went to bed, the same as always. We'd both had a long day, and it didn't take long before we were both sound asleep, him wrapped around me from behind. I don't know how much longer it was, though, when I felt Scott's hand up under my nightie. He often slipped it under there as we slept, but now it was on my right breast, massaging it and pulling on my nipple at the same time. A tingle of excitement went through me. I didn't, however, open my eyes. In my semi-sleepy state, the fact that I couldn't see Scott as he was touching me was arousing me. 

I started to grind my bottom into his crotch area, and it was evident that he had a raging hard on, which only made my own arousal greater. I rolled over to face him so we could kiss, but before I could completely face him, he was up on his knees, pinning me to the bed by the shoulders. I opened my eyes then, and staring up, I saw this wild look in Scott's eyes like had never been there before.

Next thing I knew, he was crushing his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly, the feel of his razor stubble grazing my face, adding more sensation to the moment. I moaned. I tried to push my now throbbing clit closer to body in order to rub it and give it some satisfaction, but he moved away.

"What do you want, babe? Hm? What do you want?"

I simply moaned. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to ravage me. But I wasn't comfortable saying these things…I'd never said to him before!

"Tell me…tell me what you want? Are you going to be a bad girl for me?"

At that, he reached down and took my hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard and then taking it in his teeth and pulling it, causing me to cry out. 

"You like that, don't you? You like it when I pull on your tits…"

"Uh huh…" I breathed as I continued to writhe beneath him. I was so aroused now that I began to forget my inhibitions and get caught up in the game. "Oh please, please, Scott…make me your little slut…make me do what you want."

He replied with another crushing kiss, reaching down to pull my panties off and then pulling my nightie off in one swift motion. The covers of the bed were on the floor by now, and I lay there, completely exposed as he stared at my body, illuminated only by the glow of the lights outside.

Reaching to my tits again, he squeezed both of them, pinching the nipples to make them hard and erect. Then he moved one hand down to play with my swollen clit and full cunt lips. Sticking a finger in my love hole, he could feel how wet I was--wetter than I'd ever been before.

"You little slut…you're all soaked…" and with that, he brought his cupped hand down fully on my vulva, slapping it just hard enough to shock me. I jumped and my full tits bounced. 

"Roll over, you little whore," he said, and I immediately obeyed. He pulled my ass up into the air, and pushed my front down onto the bed. Gently he ran one finger down the moist crack of my ass and then, without warning, he brought his hand down hard on my round ass cheeks. I cried out, and me slapped me again. 

"Ah, you like that too, don't you? You like it when I slap your ass? Your round, fucking, slutty ass?" He moved around behind me now and suddenly I could feel his tongue plunging into my sopping wet cunt. He licked it and sucked on its lips, biting now and then, pulling on the loose flap of skin. Inserting a finger into my hole, he got it good and lubed up and then, began pushing it into my little ass pucker. The sensations made me feel like I would explode.

"Oh gawd, Scott…that feels…so…good!" He began pumping his finger in and out of my ass as he continued to tongue fuck my cunt. I could feel the electricity moving through my body and knew that my first orgasm was coming. I screamed in ecstasy as I rode out the feelings. 

Scott pulled back and let me lie down on the bed. "Stay there," he said, and I heard him walk over to the closet door. He brought back with him a couple of the silk scarves I'd worn over my sweaters that week, and with one of them he tied my hands together at the wrists behind me. We'd never tried any bondage games before, but the sudden through of it made me hornier than I ever remembered being before. 

"Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded my head in the affirmative. 

"Good. Now do as I say. Get up here on your knees facing away from me." I did as he commanded, and immediately I felt the second scarf go over my eyes and be tied snugly behind my head. I was now blind and kneeling naked and bound in front of my husband on our bed. I knew he was nearby, but he wasn't touching me. It was silent and I wondered what was next.

Soon, from behind, he kissed my neck beneath my long brown hair. Reaching around, he found my tits and began pulling on the nipples again and he kissed my neck and shoulders. Then he whispered in my ear, "Get off the bed…" and he helped guide me to the floor next to our bed. "Kneel," he commanded, and I obeyed, my knees seeking into the plush carpet. I could hear him moving about me, and I knew he was now removing his own briefs. I was startled a second later to feel the hot tip of his cock pressed up against my mouth.

"Suck me, my little slut…suck my cock like a good slut."

I obeyed. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his long, hard cock -- I swear it felt bigger than it ever had before, a result, I assume, of the extra arousal of the game we were playing.

I began to move back and forth, sliding my mouth over his hard member, letting my tongue rub the tip of it, playing with it and then sucking back down on it. I moved faster and faster, feeling the taste of his pre-cum on my lips. The way I was kneeling, I was able to rub my own engorged clit with the heel of one foot, thus increasing my own state of arousal again.

Scott was getting hotter and he grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my face with his big dick. I thought I might gag, never having had his cock feeling this big and full in my mouth, let alone being so far into my throat, but I didn't. I rubbed my foot harder against my clit, bringing me near climax as I kept sucking Scott's big dick. He continued to fuck my face harder until finally I felt his hot juices shoot from his prick and run down my throat. He held my head in place for the duration until his cock began to soften. I shuddered as my own spasm ricocheted through my body.

Gently then, he guided me up off the floor and sat me on the bed. Untying my hands and my blindfold, he looked into my eyes and kissed me softly. I smiled. We lay down together, still naked, and embraced together on top of the coverless bed.

We never actually talked about that night, but I've often wondered what prompted Scott's aggressive impulses. Maybe he found a few web sites of his own? Whatever the cause, its better late than never because things have only gotten better. And my, how I do love silk.



Better Late Than Never



Authors note: This is my first attempt at erotica so any feedback would be appreciated. I'd also like to thank Seth for his input.

Now, I know how they say men and women can't be friends without sex getting in the way, but John was the exception. He was the best friend any girl could want and I always knew that he would make the best boyfriend. Nothing ever clicked between us, even though to hear us talk about what we were looking for, romantically speaking, you would think we described each other to a "t". 

We had met in a study group for a Western Lit class and he was ever as much a romantic as I. For a long time I knew he had to be gay because men like him just didn't exist. He believed that chivalry was not dead, courtly love should forever be alive and well and romance in general was greatly neglected. When you talked to him he made you feel as if you were the most important woman in the world. He would listen with genuine interest and concern for as long as you needed or closing time, whichever came first.

Physically, he was far from lacking as well. John was about six two and one could tell he worked out regularly but as with everything else about John he was very modest which only made him all the more attractive. He has dark brown hair, with golden strands throughout; not long, but definitely not short either, with just the right amount of curl to get your fingers twitching to run though it. His eyes are the bluest blue eyes I have ever seen and when he stares at you, you can feel their warmth or coldness. His skin is the perfect olive complexion that to tan would be a crime. Believe it or not, it's hard to pick one thing about him, but the dimples definitely lend to his overall charm. 

After our study group ended we continued to meet minus the rest of the group. Neither of us really mentioned it, it just seemed to be the normal thing to do. We adapted our new syllabi to our sessions and kept on studying together. Occasionally other friends would join us, but we tended to drift off into our own little world so we ended up alone anyway, the way we both seemed to like it. 

For me this was nothing too outrageous, I was in heaven. I've been a very social person, I mean I had lots of friends on a casual take em or leave em basis but I was always shy. As far as dating went, well let's just say it never happened. Okay, I shouldn't say never, but you have to wonder about a guy that takes you to Denny's for a first date and doesn't leave a tip.

To say I had never fantasized about John would be a lie. Before I realized he was my best friend I was convinced I was in love with him. I never told John this, but he was so perfect for me that I let my feelings get confused, believing that because I loved him and he was my closest friend he must be my soul mate. Luckily for me I told this theory to my long time friend Melony who pointed out that I loved her too and she had been my best friend for thirteen years but I never thought she was my soul mate. We had a good laugh and I was saved from utter humiliation.

Sorry, I've always had a problem with talking too much when I'm nervous. I never want to leave anything important out you see, and you can never know how important the stupidest detail might be later. I'm sure that that logic really doesn't apply here though, so I'll just get on with what happened...

"Hey what's up?" Gotta love caller I.D.

"I thought maybe, instead of sitting home on yet another Friday night, I might be able to convince you to actually venture out for the evening"

"John...." I must have sounded pathetic, he loves it when I whine, but a night out actually sounded pretty good for a change and at least he wasn't ditching me for the guys.

"Come on Sam, my treat." This got a chuckle out of me because we shared everything like an old married couple.

" I swear you'll have fun. Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky. I've heard, that some of our friends actually have...sex." His whispering the word sex followed by a mock gasp garnered yet more giggles from me.

"Wow. Ok, you got me. I need to give it up sooner or later right?" I laughed and started thinking of what to wear, but just for the record, I implied I was a virgin. No, I didn't state it implicitly but he just wasn't listening.

"Oh sooner is definitely better than later. I'll be over in hour or so." 

We wouldn't be leaving for at least three hours but I was used to having John over. I rushed around getting all the girly things I needed to do done before he arrived. I could hear his deep laughter as I stepped out of the shower, he was on the phone. I wrapped my robe around me, twisted a towel around my hair and slapped him on the butt as I passed him on my way to the kitchen.

"Hey! Oh Sam's just prancing around here half naked again grabbing my ass. I tell ya, she wants me." He smiled at me, shaking his head as he watched me grab a glass and fill it with ice.

"He doesn't believe me." 

"Hmmm?" I just smiled at him as I poured my soda.

"I don't know how you've managed to fool everyone into thinking you're all innocent." I laughed, ignoring him, as I plopped on the couch and grabbed the remote to do some channel hopping.

"No, it'll probably take her forever to get ready, so we'll just meet up with you guys around 9 or so." He batted away the pillow I threw at him, hung up the phone and turned to me with a grin on his face.

"Mike?" I asked, pausing on E! News.

"Yep." he sank down into the couch next to me and casually took the control from my hand. Being friends with him, I learned early how important it is to pick your battles so I let it go.

"You know John, he's so much fun! Tell me again why he isn't my type." The remote was resting on his leg so I took my chance and snagged it.

"I never said he wasn't your type, I said you weren't his type."

I held my hand away as he reached for the control, stopping on the Discovery channel and slowly turned to look at him.

"If I'm not his type then why's he always trying to get me to go out with him? Huh?" At his blank stare I tossed the control to him, he smiled, aiming at the set before he answered me.

"Oh he thinks you're his type, but you aren't."

"Ok wait a minute. Mute that." I turned to him, the top of my robe opening suggestively as I tucked my leg underneath me and rested my arm on the back of the sofa, "Explain."

I noticed him quickly glance away from my legs only to get caught looking at the top of my robe. I felt a little thrill thinking he was aware that I'm a woman, but adjusted my robe to make sure I was covered as he began to flip through the silent channels.

"Sam, with Mike you either have to be a slut or a virgin to be his type."

"Ok, so what's the problem?" I watched him intently wondering if he really didn't realize I was a virgin. We had never talked about it directly but I just figured he knew and that was one of the reasons he never tried anything.

"Oh and where was I when you were sleeping with all these guys? I can't think of one guy in all the time....that I've known you. Unless you're a born again virgin," He laughed out loud.

I just smiled sweetly at him. I didn't say a word as I watched the truth sink in.

"Bullshit! You're thirty fucking years old.." He looked at me with an incredulous look on his face waiting for me to say something.

"So what? You don't believe me?" I stood up, pulling the towel from my head as I stepped over his legs scrunching my damp hair as it fell around my shoulders and walked into my bedroom, "Hey, I told you I was a good girl..."

He followed me into the bedroom. I don't know what came over me but I started to get so turned on. With my back to him I let my robe fall open. As I stepped into my underwear I knew he could see the outline of my breasts in the mirror, the knowledge sent a chill through me. I pulled the robe loosely closed as I turned around to face him again.

"Why can't I be a virgin? I mean, granted I'm a little old..." John cut me off mid sentence.

"A little?! I hate to break it to you hun but most women your age are having kids..." he looked more baffled than anything else. I could see his mind turning as he thought about all our past explicit conversations.

"You sure talk about it like you know what you are talking about." I shrugged, turned, took a deep breath to garner some courage, let my robe pool at my feet and slipped my tank top over my head.

"AND you don't have a modest bone in your body!" He plopped down on my bed shaking his head in exasperation.

"What? Why should I be modest around you? You're my best friend." I turned and squeezed some gel in my hand to smooth through my hair, watching him in the mirror. I felt a little giddy seeing his eyes roam over my body. My cropped tank settled loosely just under my breasts and my panties, while modest left little to the imagination.

"I'm still a man Sam, incase you haven't noticed... and...oh never mind." He rested his arms behind his head and watched me.

"What?" I stared into his eyes.

"Nothing." He stared back, his expression impossible to read.

"No, say it." I turned to face him one hand on my cocked hip, "What?"

"You're hot." He sat up and turned, trying hard not to look at me, sitting on the edge of my bed with his back to me. I was shocked. I had no idea how those words from him could make me feel. It was like a jolt ran through me simultaneously making want to run away and rip his clothes off.

"You, think I'm hot?"

"I'm not blind." he still wasn't looking at me. Instead, he was staring off at some point on the carpet, his elbows resting on his thighs. 

"Wow." I watched his back in the mirror as I absently ran my gel covered fingers through my hair letting his words sink in, neither of us saying a word for several moments.

"Oh cut the crap, you know you're hot." He spoke after several minutes, his tone was teasing, like he was calling me on some bullshit like he had a million times before. We were having our first awkward moment.

I continued silently watching him in the mirror. He seemed restless and had turned and was now sitting against the pillows sneaking glances at me as he examined the dirt under his nails. I couldn't help but take note of how handsome he really was. I had always known this, but other than when I mistakenly fancied myself in love with him, I had never really thought about him sexually. 

"Well, I like to think that I'm hot, but you've never told me," I spoke softly, the playfulness from before was gone, a more serious vulnerable note taking it's place. I was really torn. Do I tell him I want him? Beg him to take me? Was that it? Did I want him? I had never been in this situation before and here I was with my best friend, someone I told everything to and I didn't know how to act.

"Ah, I'm sorry hon," his voice oozed sarcasm, "I didn't realize you were one of those women who required constant validation." He laid back on the bed, his arms behind his head, his feet crossed and the sexiest smirk on his face I had ever seen. I faced him with my hand on my hip glaring playfully.

"You better watch it or you're gonna get it."

The corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly and I caught my breath as his eyes slowly, deliberately moved down my body lingering on several areas long enough for my butterflies to really start dancing. I bit on my lower lip, holding my breath mentally forcing myself to not move, I wanted him to look at me, to really see me. Mostly, I wanted him to want me. I concentrated on his eyes as they moved back up my body and locked with mine.

"And what is it I'm gonna get?"

This was getting good and I didn't want it to end. I figured if this was his idea of a staring match he was going to be the one to blink first if I could help it. I took my turn checking him out, dragging my eyes down the length of his body stretched across my bed, slowly licking my lip as I locked eyes with him once again.

"What do you want?"

"I want you.." my heart skipped a beat..."to get ready!" He raised his voice on the last word and I wanted to scream in frustration.

"You jerk," I said jokingly but disappointed, 

"Teasing me like that..." I turned to the mirror and watched him as he rose from the bed and walked towards me deliberately, his easy sexy smile beaming making me feel weak in the knees. I froze as his hands reached towards my hips. I could feel his warmth radiating along my back., his fingers biting softly into the flesh at my hips, our eyes locked in the mirror, my heart sinking to my stomach.

"Sweetheart..."His voice was low and husky, his breath warm and moist on my neck. He raised one hand to pull my hair aside exposing my ear and neck. I let my eyes flutter closed as I anxiously awaited the feel of his mouth on my skin, his breathing tickling my ear sending chills down my back, my stomach tightening in anticipation.

"Teasing, is when you can feel my breath on your neck," he expelled his breath slowly, enunciating every word. "but I'm not touching you."

For several seconds I waited for his lips to touch my neck or my ear, his words not completely sinking in. His hands no longer held my hips, his warmth was gone. Then I opened my eyes to see him staring at me a slow smile forming on his lips. As his little joke slowly dawned on me I turned to watch as he casually walked to my bed plopping down, chuckling at my expense.

"You are such an ass!" The only response I got was more laughter. Without thinking too much I jumped onto the bed and slapped his arm a couple times to punctuate the many names I was calling him. John captured my hands easily in his and I pretty much threw myself at him in attempt to get my arms free. I could feel my tank top riding up as my panties were starting to creep down a little not really considering the wisdom in my plan of attack.

As I struggled to get off of him we rolled and I found myself breathlessly pinned to the bed beneath him. He held my hands to the sides of my head, our breathing ragged, he shifted his weight and I parted my legs slightly letting his leg fall between them to keep from being crushed. 

Instead of abating, my breathing only became deeper and more labored as I watched him, my eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, wanting so bad for him to kiss me. The feel of his body on top of mine was exquisite. As my chest rose and fell my nipples rubbed softly against his chest only adding to my arousal. His knee was pressed between my legs with enough pressure that my slightest movement started the most incredible sensations stirring.

Johns' breathing returned to normal and I felt his grip on my wrists loosen. I licked my lips slowly but made no attempt to move. His face remained expressionless as his eyes moved to my lips. I started to think he might not kiss me, that any second he would jump off and this moment might be lost forever.

"Please kiss me." I whispered, definitely pleading but John wasted no time in complying.

His eyes briefly met mine as he pressed his warm lips softly against mine. Just the feel of his lips were electric. They seemed to mold to mine as they parted slightly guiding mine to do the same. His velvety tongue slipped over my lower lip sensually pressing into my mouth just barely touching the tip of my tongue, before pulling out slowly urging mine to follow. I traced my tongue across his lower lip softly sucking it into my mouth before he pulled away from me breathlessly and just looked down at me.

"What?" I sounded exceedingly calm but I wanted to scream. My eyes bounced back and forth between his eyes and mouth silently willing him to continue.

He wiped a wisp of hair away from my face. I shifted beneath him, spreading my legs, letting him settle between them and laced my hands behind his head, my fingers playing in his dark curls. I could feel his cock hard inside his jeans pressing against my panties and noticed him wince at the new contact.

"Please John..." I whispered, hoping I didn't sound as desperate as I felt.

His lips came down hard crushing mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth this time. I savored his sweet warmth my fingers pressing into his scalp, holding his head to mine. I sighed into his mouth as I felt his palm running down my side, over my ribs sliding under my tank top. His fingers brushed over my ribs as his hand came to cup my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple. I heard my self whimper as his mouth moved along my jaw kissing and licking down as I let my head lull exposing my neck, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin.

His hands pushed my top up exposing my breasts as he moved to close his lips over one of my hardening nipples. I arched into his touch, little cries escaping me as his tongue swirled around the rosy peak before he sucked it hard into his mouth eliciting a groan from me. I ran my hands over his shoulders, kneading, trying to concentrate on the sensations he was creating in me. Trailing kisses across my chest, he flicked only the hardened bud of my other nipple with his tongue several times before sucking it long and hard.

I was lost in his touch. His hands had moved down my body caressing my hips and thighs, soft, gentle one moment, rough and desperate the next pulling at me. I felt his fingers digging into the flesh of my butt before he dragged his hand slowly down the length of my thigh. His finger tips caressed the sensitive skin behind my knee and then he was pulling my leg up. I hooked my ankle behind his thigh as I pulled my other leg up so I was cradling him between my thighs. I pressed my foot against the bed, raising my hips as I squeezed my knees around him feeling the denim rough against my smooth flesh, his cock hard and straining against me through the material.

I was overwhelmed. I squirmed beneath him wanting to get closer, to feel his body. I squeezed my thighs together as I pressed my hips up towards him, my pussy starting to throb and pulse as he moved between my breasts sucking and biting just hard enough to make me writhe under him crying out some more. He rose up and kissed me franticly, his tongue exploring my mouth, then sucking mine into his. I felt his hand slip between us, into the front of my panties. He cupped my mound with his hand, letting his index finger sink between my lips into my wetness. 

"Oh John..." It was more of a moan that escaped me as I felt his finger sink into my pussy, my stomach tightening, tingles slowly spreading throughout my body.

"God, you're so wet." His voice was deeper than I had ever heard it. His hot moist breath giving me goose bumps as he alternated between nibbling on my neck and sucking my earlobes hard into his warm mouth. He slowly slid his finger up and down my slit brushing my swollen clit with each stroke eliciting whimpers between my moans and heavy breathing. My pussy ached, I had never felt this way before, like I had an itch deep inside of me and it needed to be scratched so bad almost like my skin was crawling, everything was sensitive and amplified.

"Oh God John, please..."

Finally, I felt his finger moving between my folds, starting to press inside me. Reflexively, I jerked my hips not used to feeling anything other than my own finger inside of me. 

"Relax Sam." 

John had stopped kissing me and was watching my face intently as his finger pressed deep inside me. I closed my eyes letting my head roll to the side, concentrating on everything he was making me feel as he began to push his finger deep inside of me in short slow motions. Knowing he was watching my face made me even more aware as my muscles tightened around his finger. When I felt him slowly withdrawing his finger from me I opened my eyes to see him staring intently at me. I watched as he held his finger, glistening with my juices, under his nose taking a deep whiff. Slowly he ran his finger along his lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. 




Better Late Than Never



I felt like I was going to explode. I raised up, throwing my arms around his neck as I pulled him to me kissing him hard tasting the salty musky sweetness from my pussy. As I kissed him urgently my trembling fingers moved between us to fumble with the buttons on his jeans. Mindlessly my hand slipped into his boxers. He groaned into my mouth as I tried to close my fingers around his thick hard cock as I eased him out.

I could feel his cock pressing against the thin fabric of my underwear as gently squeezed and began to rub the head up and down over my underwear. He ground his hips against me urging me on as he kissed me franticly. With the head of his cock I pushed the gauzy fabric of my panties aside, sighing at the feel of his hot head against my pussy. I began sliding it up and down my slit like he had with his finger, undulating my hips. Pressing the head of his cock at my opening, I let my knees fall open gladly relinquishing control, my hands holding onto his hips, bracing myself.

Intoxicated, drowning in his kiss, I arched my back as the head of his cock pressed against me. The pressure was delicious immediately sending sparks of electricity coursing through my body down to my toes. A startled cry escaped me, breaking the kiss. His eyes locked with mine as he pushed the head inside me, stretching me around him. He thrust his hips forcing more of his cock inside me. It felt like he was ripping me open and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders steadying myself. 

"Jesus Sam," his head fell to my shoulder as he stopped moving, "you're so tight..Are you ok?" He watched me nod my head and slowly began to work his cock in and out, small strokes, a little at a time allowing me to adjust to him.

My pussy burned but soon his short movements started to feel better than it hurt. I started to press my hips up to meet him, my fingers once again biting into his hips. He started to pull out farther, pressing more of his cock inside me a little deeper each time filling me more and more until I felt like I would burst. Suddenly, he pulled his cock almost completely out of me and in one fluid motion, thrust his hips forward burying himself completely inside of me.

"Oh God!...wait, wait, wait" I cried out breathlessly as I clamped my arms and legs around him to keep him still. He froze staring down at me, my pussy clenching and convulsing around his cock as I readjusted to the feel of him filling me so completely. As the stinging lessened I began to move my hips beneath him. John captured my mouth, mimicking his body's motions with his tongue as he pumped his cock long and deep into me, his pelvis brushing against my clit with each stroke.

I started to thrust my hips in unison with his thrusts wanting to feel him deeper inside me. I held him to me, biting his shoulder and neck being swept away in the feeling of his body against mine. I ran my hands over his shirt feeling his hot hard shoulders beneath, trailing my fingers down his back pushing my hands into his jeans to squeeze his ass as I clenched my pussy around him urging him deeper still, a warm flush spreading throughout my body.

I dug my heals into his ass raising my hips as he began to slam into me over and over. The sounds escaping me so alien to my ears, our breathing so ragged. The feel of my nipples roughly rubbing against the cotton of his shirt and the coarse denim scratching my inner thighs so erotic and new to me. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt pushing it open, biting his neck, wanting to feel all of him against me. 

I got his shirt open and wrapped my arms around him, moaning as I felt my nipples press against his warm, muscled chest. His mouth came down hard over mine, our teeth clashing, claiming me hard and fast. In a fluid motion he drew his hands up my sides pulling my arms above my head, holding them there secured in one hand. I felt his other hand roughly grabbing the soft flesh of my ass cheek pulling me to him as he began thrusting savagely inside me, grunting, panting, moaning; driving me crazy.

I thrashed my head from side to side crying out his name as wave after wave of pent up passion washed over me. I held on to him tight, my muscles tensing, my pussy spasming around his cock. I felt my body getting weak as he continued to pound into me. I felt so full as his cock throbbed inside of my aching pussy; as it pulsed around him as if to pull him deeper still. His mouth was pressed against my neck, my arms still held tightly above my head when I felt his body tense and his thrusts became slower and more deliberate as he exploded inside of me and went still.

Laying beneath him exhausted I didn't even attempt to move. I could still feel his cock inside me and I was vaguely aware of my muscles still clenching rhythmically around him. I could feel his breath hard and hot against my neck, his heart pounding against mine. All I could do was just lay there completely spent. Sore, but so satisfied.

I listened as our breathing returned to normal thinking of what to say to my best friend about what we had just done. OH God I didn't want this to be awkward. I felt him shift above me, his cock sliding out of me. He released my hands as he rolled away from me, sitting up on the edge of the bed with his back to me.

After a minute or so I lowered my arms, pulling my shirt back into place. I didn't know what to say with the way he was reacting, I couldn't see his face to read his expression and I was feeling a little sick to my stomach as I rolled to my side, reaching out to place my hand lightly on the small of his back.

"John?..." My voice was barely above a whisper. I felt precariously close to tears.

The phone rang, startling me. John reached for the nightstand and answered before the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Mike, my man." If I hadn't been so shocked I may have laughed, his tone was so normal.

"Yeah, we're coming Sam's just taking her time. I don't know," he held the phone to his shoulder but didn't face me.

"How much longer you need?"

"Um, I don't know," I was so frustrated I wanted to scream or cry "maybe half an hour."

"Bout half an hour dude. Yeah see you there."

I watched as John stood and walked towards the mirror as he fastened his jeans and buttoned his shirt. He never once looked at me as he turned and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Hurry up, they're waiting on us." 

I could feel my tears welling up just before my anger took over. I slammed the bathroom door and ran the water to get cleaned up. I washed up and was a little shocked to see some pink mingled in the fluids seeping from between my legs. While I was a virgin, I also knew I had broken my hymen when I was small and I laughed for ever worrying, just because as a modern Cosmo girl I knew more than your average virgin, I wouldn't be believed. 

I changed into some clean underwear and pulled on my favorite school girl mini which I had never left the house in. Numbly I opted for the black platform boots I had to have but also never had the nerve to wear in public and tousled my hair as I absently inspected myself in the mirror. I quickly blushed my cheeks, lined my eyes and donned some mascara and red lipstick, I've always been quick at getting made up.

Looking my self up and down, I smiled at what I saw. I ran my hands over my breasts, my nipples hardening instantly images of our lovemaking racing through my mind. I could still smell him on me and now knew the smell of sex. As I smoothed my skirt out I became aware that I was still wet at the thought of John and clenched my thighs together. I resolved that if it meant nothing to John then it meant even less to me, grabbed my purse off my dresser and walked into the living room with my head high.

John was standing at the counter drinking a beer and almost choked when he saw me.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

I opened the front door and turned to him.

"What the fuck do you care?" I said in my sweetest voice smiling "Besides, I'm feeling lucky tonight."

To be continued... 



Better Late Than Never



Hey everyone. I know it's been awhile. I just hope I "still got it" as they say. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I wrote it. Once again, I'd like to offer my disclaimer of fictionalizing my own life. I'm not going to confirm nor deny that any of this actually happened.

*

Vera sipped her dairy liqueur concoction. For somebody she had only known for five minutes, Dave made rather reliable drink recommendations. It would have never occurred to her that milk, chocolate syrup and amaretto would be fit for imbibing, yet somehow it worked. Yet it seemed more like a dessert than a drink, so she decided to hit up her gracious host Jim for a shot of something--anything just to cleanse the sweetness from her mouth.

She was pouring herself a shot of rum when something from the corner of her eye caught her attention.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me. What the hell is he doing here?"

Vera was not inebriated to the point of tactlessness quite yet, so this thought managed to remain only that, as opposed to escaping in the air for Lex to hear it as he walked toward her. Or more accurately, as he walked to the liquor table.

"Hey."

"Hey."

This was typically the exchange between Lex and Vera these days. They maintained a polite civility and a professional attitude concerning the creative writing class they shared. Something had happened, but it had nothing to do with the obvious scenario of them being ex-lovers who navigated around each other with diplomacy due to mutual acquaintances and common professional interest.

No. He was just a good friend of one of Vera's ex-lovers. She winced realizing that Cam was probably not that far behind. Usually when one was at a party, the other followed. Vera mused for a moment, imagining one of the slash-fiction scenarios she had become notorious for in high school but gave up in college for less petty amusement. Perhaps some night while editing the student film they had been working on over the course of a year furtive glances were exchanged, slight innuendo followed by ambiguous touches. Eventually the tension between them would break in some fiery passionate scene (which she could stretch to at least three pages if necessary) only for them to part ways and never speak of their homoerotic encounter again.

"I like your shirt." The obviously inebriated girl standing beside Lex said.

"Thanks. I like your costume." Vera tried to smile graciously, taking a sideways glance at Lex. "Pirates are cool."

The girl pouted, but smiled the instant Vera said "Gypsy?"

Then the girl playfully hit Lex on the arm and said, "See, she figured it out."

"Hey, could I get a beer?" Lex asked Jim."Sure, what kind?" Jim gestured to a faintly-scrawled drink list taped to the wall.

"Miller High Life."

Vera cringed. She had come to the conclusion at the last party she was at, the one where she had first met Jim, that she should never drink beer, especially Miller High Life, again. Vera was the type of girl who could have 8-10 shots of vodka or other sorts of liquor and be fine, but just five beers would result in her making friends with the local toilet.

In fact, that first awkward meeting concluded with her sneaking out of Jim's bed the following morning wondering what the hell happened, only to realize that nothing of any significance probably happened. Jim had only been concerned that Vera's apartment was too far to walk while intoxicated, so he let her crash at his place. His concern also drew from the mile-a-minute conversation they had concerning Vera's not-so-recent break.

The four stood by the booze table conversing with their respective partners until for whatever reason Lex and Vera were left alone with each other.

"I liked your story." The words sounded flat, yet at the same time hollow to Vera. She did enjoy reading Lex's recent workshop piece, but felt she could have found a better way of saying it.

"Thanks." Lex took a swig of his beer and kept an eye on his friend in the other room.

"I just love your premises. I wish I could come up with ideas half as interesting as yours."

"I just wish I could execute them better, you know?" Ah, so Lex really could look Vera in the eye after all.

"That can come with revision. The premise is the heart of the story. Mine just usually revolve around failed relationships, but I guess you write what you know, right?"

The words tasted stale in her mouth. Vera knew she would never be able to teach creative writing considering her own ineptness at actually doing it. She took another shot of rum to wash it out.

*****

Perhaps the real cause of the awkward avoidance between Vera and Lex stemmed from an event a couple of months ago at a party much like the party they were at now. Things had officially been over between Cam and Vera after a summer of distance and speculation. Lex himself had recently gotten out of the nearly year-long relationship with the girlfriend he had rejected Vera for when she had first approached him the year before that.

Perhaps the fact that both of them were very inebriated probably didn't ameliorate things either.

"Are you doing this because of Cam?" Vera's brow furrowed. Earlier in that week, Lex started a conversation with her after an organization meeting almost as soon as she tried to approach Cam.

"No. I'm doing this because of me."

Eyes closed. Anticipating. She knew he was leaning into her at the same rate she was leaning into him, leading to the inevitable. Vera could tell his proximity from the increase in temperature in the shrinking space between them. This was what she had been waiting for since last year, so to speak. Yet something didn't quite feel right. What was it?

God. Lex's lips were just as soft as she had imagined. The heated, heavy and melting sensation Vera had been missing during Cam's absence and eventual abandonment returned in a flood. Everything was switched. She could taste the skin on his neck with her fingertips, she could feel the slickness of his tongue on hers. Suddenly the noise of the crowded house dissipated like in so many tawdry dime-store tales. Yet she was still aware.

Vera was still aware of the two friends she had asked to keep an eye out for her, make sure she didn't "do anything stupid." She regretted having done so. It suggested weakness on her part. There was nothing she didn't do drunk that she wouldn't have done of her own free will. In fact, like many others in her situation, Vera found courage at the bottoms of various bottles and cans.

"Wanna go back to my room?" Lex whispered in Vera's ear, sealing the message around the shell of her ear as one licks an envelope. The only difference is that the envelope has no nerves leading to brain cells which produce pleasure-producing hormones.

"I don't think this is such a good idea." She could hardly believe she was saying this, yet she followed him anyway, the heat of his hand guiding her.

Outside, somebody banged upon the locked door. Lex loudly told whoever it was to go away as he stumbled in removing his pants. Vera sat on the bed, kicking off her shoes.

They lay on his bed, Lex's hands roving about in record time. Vera was unaccustomed to such forwardness from young men, she herself usually being the one to take the initiative, but this was a pleasant surprise. She wondered if spontaneous human combustion really was possible, considering the fire radiating through his hands onto her skin on top of the massive amounts of alcohol she had observed him imbibing over the course of the night. Yet she knew her skin felt cold. She was still outside of herself.

"Vera, you're so sexy, you know that? Ever since I read those stories you wrote online..."

Her eyes opened. Even though she had posted the link on her public profile on Facebook, she never expected that anybody would actually ever read the trash she wrote as a late-night diversion. She watched him take her hand and place it against his mouth. The tip of his tongue met the tips of each finger between his two lips, making casual introductions down the phalanges and between the tiny webbing of flesh at the junctures between fingers to the palm. Vera felt the soft, warm, wet point trace languidly along her life line, fitting perfectly against the notch of flesh between bones. The memory of this one event would be enough to engage Vera's mind with lurid fantasies for weeks to come. He was kissing her hands, not in the courtly-love sense of dry lips barely touching upon wrists, but a nearly cannibalistic devouring down to the marrow.

She wondered if he would devour her. Or if she would beat him to it and consume him.Vera sat up and hovered over him, back arched as a cat poised to strike. Like earlier, they behaved as two planets with potentially colliding orbits. Before, the time had not been right. Now it seemed as what was to happen was inevitable. She braced herself for the gravity of collision, feeling his hand against her spine guide her.

Her eyes opened again. The blinds had only been partially drawn. People outside were talking, failing to notice the potential cataclysm occurring inside.It may have been a hallucination, but Vera's eyes had opened to meet with Cam's.

Her orbit shifted, barely missing Lex as she lay back down on the bed, hiding her face from the world outside. Something definitely did not feel right now. A looming moment passed before she grabbed her shoes and frantically unlocked the door. She didn't want to look back, but felt compelled, immediately seeing Lex opening the window to the porch. With untied shoelaces on shoes half-slipped on, Vera ran back to her friends to crash for the night.

For whatever reason, Vera attempted to approach him later that week at an impromptu get-together. Sitting on the same bed, she looked at him, trying to see what had changed.

"I'm not really looking for a relationship right now. I mean, we have a workshop class and we work on the movie together. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship."

It was the same crap Vera had heard so many times before. Pride wounded, she was tempted to not accept a ride home from Lex, but conceded just to spite herself.

After that, neither spoke of the incident again. They had become strangers to each other almost as Cam and Vera had become strangers, but all-the-more surreal since they saw each other on a regular basis.

*****

Just a couple months later, they were at yet another party making mundane small-talk about craft which would have been appropriate for a class discussion and life which would not have been.

Jim returned to his post as bar-keep, shifting his eyes between the two people conversing while everybody else was in the other room. He approached Vera and Lex. The same subtle look of concern crossed his face when Vera looked at him. It was like two months ago all over again, but this time, she didn't want a concerned friend to hold her hand and be her ears as she spilled the same sob story: that even though it had been more than three months, she still couldn't get over Cam. Why couldn't she just live in the moment the way she used to instead of calculating cautiously around things which could never be spoken?

"I'm going to get something upstairs." Jim's words were like some sort of clumsy code to her.

"Ok. I'll see you later." She said, readjusting to face Lex once more.

"So anyway, Lex. Do you believe you're the hero of your own story? You revisit the idea of an uncertain, but not entirely unreliable, protagonist or narrator. I find that curious. Are you using your characters as a mouthpiece?"

"Yeah. I think sometimes I put myself in my stories too much. I try not to, but it just happens." Lex drank down the dregs of his beer and set the can down on a table.

"I'm the same way. I just remember someone saying that all writing is really just masturbation, rubbing one out on the page." Lex laughed, smirking at the somewhat-expected sexual reference. "But I think we all have stories to tell, and it's important to get them out there. I mean, if you don't tell your story, who will?"

"Yeah."

The two avoided eye contact as if it would somehow make the lull in conversation pass by any faster.

"You know, after reading your first story, I thought to myself 'I knew that I was attracted to you outside the physical.'" Vera took another shot of rum to feel the warmth return to her veins again.

"Vera--"

"No. I'm tired of dancing around things. Do you want to know the real reason why I left your room that night? I was always afraid that it was the wrong time, that something just didn't feel right. I decided that I didn't want you that way, that it wasn't enough of a challenge if you were drunk enough to the point where you probably would have fucked the couch we were sitting on. I was looking at things outside the moment, reading it like a story, trying to find some deeper meaning to it all only to find nothing." This actually seemed to pique Lex. "Even if our actions are rendered inevitably insignificant--no, especially if they are insignificant, then why shouldn't we act on impulse? Give me one good goddamn reason."

"I can think of one reason." Lex's eyes wandered across the doorframe.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" This time, Vera was inebriated to the point where she had lost the tact to leave the thought in her mind.

Cam was in the center of the next room, surrounded with people as he usually was at social events. At this particular party, since it was Halloween, he was dressed in a particularly preposterous costume; a bad remix of old costumes, a mad superhero scientist. Vera knew it was inevitable, but the anticipation did not lessen her surprise or dismay.Vera seized Lex by the hand and threw open the patio door.

"Come with me."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"No words. Goddamnit, no more words tonight." She pushed him against the side of the house, pressing her lips again. Vera feared that the force of this deliberate collision would only result in a counteractive force of repulsion.

He stiffened against her. She hesitated a moment, believing it to be like the last time she tried to hold Cam; it was like embracing a wall. Then she remembered her own words earlier, remembering to just exist in the moment, even just for once.In remembering that, she found herself caught off guard by Lex. He pushed her away only to touch her face in the coldness of the dark. Vera moaned. His hands were just as warm as ever. Lex took her hand and started running. In the dark and from a different direction, she had no idea where she was going, but she was all right with that. She didn't care about the destination. All she cared about was that that she was exploring with him.

The distance between Jim's house and Lex's house was much shorter than she had once imagined, but once again, brevity in delay is always a welcome surprise in all matters physical. With the slam of a door, Lex and Vera fell into each other, completely missing the bed. Unable to disengage, the two slunk their way across the floor up to the bed. As Vera raised herself to sit on the mattress, Lex slid his hands beneath her shirt, pulling up. His lips met the skin of her stomach, lingering to graze around her navel. The warm, wet point of his tongue traced up her sternum and between her breasts as he raised her shirt to hide her face. She didn't care that she couldn't see. All Vera wanted to do was feel, to be able to touch again.

Black panties slid down legs to fall beneath a flowing black skirt as Vera hitched her legs up onto the bed and kicked off her shoes. The clink of a belt buckle preceded the rustle of pants dropping to the floor. This time Lex didn't trip, as he had the sense to remove his shoes before his pants this time. As he ran his hand up Vera's leg, feeling her heat radiating, threatening to scald his long fingers, he wondered. What was he to do? It seemed like this moment was meant to be seized to completion. Everything leading up to it, those past three months--no, the entire year was just foreplay. He fully intended on finishing what he had started that night on his bed. On the other hand, perhaps it was that same mad, rapacious pawing which drove Vera to change her mind.

Somehow, Lex reached a happy medium. His lips and tongue followed his hands. Cloaked in the darkness of the room, beneath her skirt, he finally devoured her. A twinge crossed Vera's palm, the phantom of a past memory. She lifted her skirt, wanting to see him engage in the destruction of her previous self. She could not keep her eyes open, but the sighs shaking through her showed her all she needed to know. Vera reached down, fingers meeting with short blond curls, wisps whispering in a language only she could understand, playing as a needle against a record against the whorls of her fingerprints.

Vera's eyes flashed open, a feral gleam finally unleashed. She pulled him up, willing him to meet her. Rolling on the bed, she pushed him down, making short work of eliminating the buttons of his shirt and inhaling the heat from his chest. Lex was unearthly, pale as the moon, once part of the earth but now no longer. She raked one of her canines against his stomach and took his black boxers between her teeth, guiding and shifting them slowly down off of his hips. Vera had no qualms about making slow torture of it. This moment was going to last, to fully count. Feeling the smooth skin of her cheek against the joint juncture between hip and thigh caused Lex to shudder, fully appreciating her proximity.

A hand met the groove of a back in an arch upward. A strange symmetry occurred between gentle strokes of fingertips and brutal pushings of the tongue against heat-hardened flesh. Vera understood not the intricacies of a young man's heart, but she had well-mastered the manipulation of his other blood-ruled organ. She could taste him as far as the back of her throat, feeling the smooth head against the roughness of her hard palate as she slid out and upward again. Vera wondered how this actually felt to Lex: the slow burn of a tongue sliding up and down. Did he feel each deliberate motion in each cell, perhaps of his entire body as she had felt when he had consumed her. His back arched once again, wanting to meet his fulfillment, his destruction.

Yet he was not to gain completion so easily.

In one mad, sweeping movement, Vera sat up on her knees, raising her skirt. At first, she barely coaxed him with slow, gentle, light movements. Then she guided him into her, as slow as possible to ensure that every cell in each of their bodies would retain memories of this for years to come until their inevitable apoptosis. Lex attempted to seize control. His hands wrapped around on each side of her hips, pushing her, urging her to move faster, informing her of his need. But Vera was not to be pushed tonight. She indulged his urgency only to withdraw on the moment right before climax. A cheshire-smile flashed in the dark as she looked down on him in his desperation.

This desperation soon turned into a demonic wrath. With one inhuman sound, Lex seized Vera by the arms and pushed her down at the other side of the bed. Using his knees to wrest himself between her legs, he was finally able to push her. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as he pressed onward, seeing how deeply he could touch her.

The searing pain only made Vera more aware of the position she was in. This was what she wanted, was it not? Someone to finally challenge her, not just go through the motions of what people are supposed to do in these situations. When Vera had first felt Lex's hands, she did not believe anybody could feel any hotter than that without risking serious medical problems. Yet he sustained in his heat, seemed to feed off of it as she did. Vera looked up at him, feral gleam still challenging him. A sneer crossed Lex's lips as he pushed down to collide once again in more of a bite than a kiss. When he pulled back, he was unsure if it was her blood he tasted on his lips or his own.




Better Late Than Never



Vera lowered her leg down from Lex's shoulder, fully feeling the strained stretch in her hip down her thigh and calf. She wrapped her legs around him and raised herself up. Reclining to balance on one arm, her entire body writhed and undulated against the now kneeling Lex. His eyes froze, unable to blink, unable to turn away from the display before him. As one who reaches out to touch a dream, Lex traced his fingers up Vera's stomach to her ribcage and around her back to further support their precarious position. Inevitably, they gave in to their own weaknesses, repeatedly collapsing, rebuilding in various positions only to fall into the inevitable end. They both slid into a fatal embrace, each killing the sense of self in the other, losing out to the moment.

No words. Not even a name crossed either set of lips.

When Vera left Lex's house the next morning, she inhaled the crisp scent of cool autumn air tinged with the sweet decay of leaves. For once, she was all right about being uncertain about the end of things. As far as she was concerned, the beginning and the end of Lex happened in that one night.

*****

Vera sat up suddenly. She had not gone back to her place that morning as she had believed earlier. It took her a good moment to figure out that she had fallen asleep on Jim's couch. Sore and slightly disoriented, Vera made her way back to her apartment. 



Better Late Than Never



When Emma phoned me she sounded desperately unhappy but would not say what it was, just that she needed to talk things through with a friend. Emma had been my partner in circus skills classes for over two years and we had got to know each other pretty well.

She wouldn't have asked me to come over without good reason, certainly not knowing that it would involve my taking a six hour train journey and a 20 mile bike ride at her end of the journey.

I quickly packed enough clothes for a couple of days and on a last minute impulse my aromatherapy oils.

It was a hot day and by the time I reached the train station I was sweating. On the train itself it was worse! The air conditioning wasn't working. 

To cap it all a train ahead of us had broken down so we were eventually diverted via another route, pulling into the station at half past one in the morning. It was at this point I started thinking that this had better be good!

Thank God I had brought some decent lights, still at least there was no traffic on the road. I must have made it in record time – an hour and ten minutes later I was ringing the door bell of the old high ceilinged house where Emma lived with her parents.

I heard Emma's voice, "Is that you Dave?" I answered and there was a click and I let myself in. Despite having seen virtually all of Emma's body except her pussy I was struck by how sexy she looked wearing as far as I could see just a long t-shirt.

"Go for it!" I called. With a grin Emma ran towards me. My hands found her hips and a second later she was above my head as I lifted her up a la Dirty Dancing. The t-shirt had ridden up and she was wearing only the most minimal of knickers. Had I not been so tired I would have had a raging hard on visible through my cycling shorts.

I put Emma down and gave her a hug as I asked her the reason for inviting me over.

"Too much to tell now and you must be knackered." She answered. I will show you your room and you can get a shower and I will tell you in the morning."

"It is the morning." I joked, kissing her gently on the lips, but I accepted what she said and 15 minutes later I was dead to the world.

I awoke to realise Emma was in bed with me and clinging to me desperately in her sleep. I could smell the freshness of her hair and guessed she must have had a shower before joining me. It was daylight and she had changed into a different t-shirt. 

I also realised that she had not put on any knickers as my right hand, trapped between our bodies could feel her bush. With that and the feeling of her nipples that I could feel against my chest through the thin fabric she wore meant I was rock hard not long after I awoke. 

I loved the feeling of her body against mine and with my left hand I held her body, pressing it closer to my own as I continued to enjoy the aroma of her.

It could have been fifteen minutes or it could have been an hour later that Emma woke up. I really had not expected us to have sex and had thought she had only got into bed with me for comfort and so was surprised when she said, 

"Make love to me. I want your seed inside me, I want it to fill me and make its way down my tubes. I want your seed to meet my eggs." I wasn't sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Emma and certainly wasn't sure that I wanted a baby. My penis thought otherwise and got harder still. 

Emma must have sensed my reticence though and said,

"Please, do it for me. My parents, brother and both my sisters were killed in the car crash on the M5 yesterday. I will have plenty of money to care for the baby." I would have to have been living as a hermit not to know of the crash but somehow we always assume that things like that have nothing to do with us.

I felt a wrench inside me. I knew all of them and counted all of them as good friends. If that was what it did for me it must have been a thousand times worse for Emma.

I kissed the tears away from her eyes, while fighting to hold back my own without complete success. I gently helped her take off the t-shirt so she was as naked as I before slowly kissing my way down from her eyes to her mouth while my hands stroked her body. 

I kissed her neck and taking my time, gradually reached her small firm breasts. I licked and sucked each nipple in turn long after they were both hard. I continued down across her flat stomach and the piercing that adorned her belly button. I wanted to make this special for Emma, not just a quick fuck. Next I was kissing the inside of her thighs before tracing round the outside of her cunt lips with my tongue. 

Her legs opened wider and I saw the one part of her body that had been hidden to me previously.

I continued to move my tongue over all the folds and petals of her flower, watching it open up as I moved towards the rose bud at it's apex. I licked her clitoris, watching it's erection grow before taking it between my lips to suck it and gently tease it with my teeth. Meanwhile my hands were squeezing her breasts and gently pinching her nipples.

Emma's breathing grew faster and her hips rose up to meet my face. I increased my pace with tongue and lips and felt Emma's feet pressing down on my shoulders as she shuddered with her orgasm. 

My tongue probed deep into her vagina to taste her juices and I continued to lap them up and explore all the crevices of her sex organs with my tongue and lips for maybe half and hour before she said,

"I want you inside me now!" 

I asked Emma just once if she were sure, before rolling her on her side and lifting her right leg over my hip as I entered her tight hole. Emma gasped a little as I filled her and we found our rhythm together. Some times as I pushed right inside her as far as was possible we would just stop and enjoy the sensation of the contact between our bodies as our pubic hair, wet with her juices matted together. Other times during our long slow coupling one or other of us would tease her clitoris with a finger. Never in my life had I taken so long over sex. After about fifteen minutes Emma started to frig herself furiously and after a while I felt her muscles squeezing me as I stopped again to enjoy the sensation.

We kept going and after a while Emma spoke for the first time since she had said she was sure about wanting this. 

"I want to feel you cum." I kissed her before moving my hands to her bum which was pure muscle.

"It won't be long once I speed up I warned." Emma just smiled and as I started to increase the tempo her left hand really went for it with her clitoris while the right was squeezing her tits and nipples hard. 

With each thrust I felt our pubic bones make contact and I soon began to feel the urgency of my own impending climax. I was just about to warn Emma when she started to orgasm again and her muscles milked my seed for all they were worth. I didn't pull out afterwards but rolled over taking Emma with me, enjoying the feeling of her body lying on top of mine as the last twitches of her pleasure gradually faded away.

Later, much later we ate and talked, then swam in the lake in the garden where we washed the dried stickiness from each others bodies. Emma then lay down on a towel in the evening sun while I gave her a massage before we made love again as the moon rose to witness our coupling.

The postscript to this story is that Emma didn't become pregnant then or any of the other times we made love, despite the fact that we never used any protection. We remain friends to this day however and whenever I visit we spend our time, talking, crying and of course making love.



Better Late Than Never



Jim looked at his watch again. He'd been sitting at the table, waiting for over forty-five minutes. Tina told him she'd be here. He was afraid she'd chicken out. They'd been chatting online for months. Both were married, and this was their first meeting. At least it was supposed to be. Instead, Jim was sitting there alone. 

"I give up," he mumbled, and got out of his chair. 

He went back to his room and changed into his swimming trunks. The hotel had an outdoor hot tub. It was late, so he figured' he'd have it all to himself. With his towel, he headed downstairs.

The hot tub was located on a patio outside the back of the hotel. Jim turned on the jets and climbed in. He leaned his head back and was just beginning to relax in the hot water when he heard a voice.

"Jim?" she said.

He recognized that soft, sweet southern accent anywhere. It was Tina.

"Tina! Where've you been? I waited and..."

"I'm sorry. I almost changed my mind, but I really wanted to meet you."

She looked so beautiful. Her red hair hung over her shoulders. She was wearing a flowery summer dress that hung nicely off of her. Jim stood up as she slipped off her shoes and stood on the top step of the hot tub, then stepped down one more.

"I'm glad you came," Jim whispered.

"So am I," she said as they kissed.

He put his hand on her face, caressing her soft skin as his lips pressed against hers. Their lips massaged each others for a few seconds, and then he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was so soft and warm. She softly sucked on his tongue as he licked the inside of her mouth. Their tongues rolling around in a beautiful dance together. She let out a soft sigh as he slid his hands down her face, along her neck. He began kissing along her neck, licking her soft skin. She smelled so good and tasted even better. 

He kissed and licked along her neck and shoulders, as he slid the straps off of her dress. It fell into the tub and they both giggled. Her beautiful breasts and body were exposed. She had on a pair of red panties. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. They kissed some more as he slid the panties off of her, letting them fall as well.

He took her by the hand as they walked into the hot tub together.

"Jim!" she whispered, "What if someone see us?"

"Then they're in for a treat." He said with a smile and kissed her again.

She leaned back as he kissed down her neck and ran his tongue in between her breasts. She reached up and began massaging his cock through his trunks. She could feel how hard he was for her. He kissed along each of her beautiful breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue around and around it, sucking on them, even nibbling gently; causing her to let out a soft moan. 

He went back and forth between each breast, licking every inch of them, making love to them with his mouth. She reached into his trunks and pulled his cock out while tugging his trunks down. He helped her slide them the rest of the way off. He pulled her close again, kissing her. This time she could feel his hardness pressing against her. 

He ran his hands up and down her back, massaging her soft skin and squeezing her soft ass. She leaned back against the edge of the tub as he kissed and licked all down the front of her body. He kissed her belly button and even licked around the edge of it and inside it. He kissed along her hips, licking along her waistline and then down her thigh. 

He licked, nibbled and kissed all up and down her thigh, feeling her wiggle with each touch. She squirmed as the hot water bubbled between her legs. He licked up her thigh and gently tasted her pussy. First he licked slowly and carefully, and then licked a little harder and faster, up and down, back and forth and even running his tongue in a circle around her lips. She let out a gasp as his tongue flicked her clit. He began licking her clit, sucking on it, nibbling it and licking it faster and faster. The hot water and bubbles teasing her pussy along with his tongue.

He leaned back and pulled her to him again. He looked into her amazing blue eyes and kissed her deeply as she stroked his cock. He was so hard; she felt his cock even had a slight curve to it. She longed to feel it inside her.

She pushed him back until he sat on the steps of the tub and kiss his chest and neck, while stroking him. Hot water splashed up over her hand and his cock as she felt it throb. She looked at him with a smirk and climbed onto him. She slowly slid onto his cock as her hands pressed into his chest. He sat up and placed his hands on her ass. They began rocking together slowly, in perfect time. She felt so soft and moist around his cock. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed softly as they moved together. He kissed and licked her neck, up and down her body, squeezing her breasts together.

His cock throbbed inside her, getting harder and harder as she moved a little faster and a little faster. Her moans got louder as her wet hair hung in her face and over her chest. She pushed him back as she worked her hips up and down on his cock. He squeezed her ass tighter and tighter as his cock hardened inside her. She felt so good. No one had ever made him feel this way before. 

She worked his cock faster and faster, as he throbbed harder and harder. Her moans got louder and became wails as she moaned his name. Finally he couldn't hold it anymore and his cock erupted inside her. He let out a sigh as both of their bodies tensed, cumming in unison together. Her hips continued to move, slowly, tightening around him, milking every drop from his cock. They just held each other for a few moments as their bodies remained tense, then slowly relaxing. 

As he leaned back, she curled up against him. With a smile, she looked up at him and said, "Sorry I was late."



Better Late Than Never



My name is Jenny Wilson -- Jen -- and I'm 27, 5'8", fairly good figure, nice legs, and recently divorced: I was too sexually demanding for my ex-husband, and he left me for an older, more placid woman -- the fact that she had a lot of money probably also had something to do with it.

It was a Monday, and I was on my way to see my father in hospital -- it was nothing serious, just a check-up, but there had been conflicting results, and they were keeping him in for a week. I was late -- I'd just had lunch with a friend of mine, Trish.

We'd arranged to meet in a wine bar we both liked -- it was dimly lit, with small tables, so small that our legs could touch and rub together -- we both enjoyed that.

Trish looked terrible -- bags under her eyes, which I noticed were bloodshot, her lips were puffy, and I saw that her hands shook slightly. I asked her what was the matter, and she laughed weakly.

'Nothing, Jen -- I'm all right really -- it's just that I've been fucked like mad all weekend!'

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. 'But -- I thought you said your dad was coming to stay with you?'

She smiled wryly. 'He did ...it was him that fucked me!' She glanced round, but nobody was looking our way, and she lifted her sweater. 'Look what he did to me -- it was wonderful!'

Her full, creamy breasts that I loved to kiss and fondle were only partly encased in a plum-coloured gauzy half-bra that barely covered her nipples, the nipples I adored to feel stiffen between my lips, although I could still see their shadowy outlines through the sheer material, but I could also see that her beautiful breasts were covered in what looked like love-bites, and my mouth went dry as I longed to kiss them.

She pulled her sweater down, and swung her legs sideways. 'There's lots more here too,' she said, and hitched up her short skirt to reveal matching thin lacy panties, and more marks on her tummy and thighs.

I visualized tugging her panties down with my teeth, and then burying my face between her naked thighs ...

'He's like and old goat, and he's insatiable -- and I'm just as bad!' she said shakily. 'And I like him to be rough with me ...'

I put my hand on her bare leg beneath the table, feeling her warm soft skin under my fingers, and I stroked it gently, half thinking of the last time we'd been together, and what we'd done. But I dragged my mind back to the present.

'You mean -- you mean your dad fucks you?' I said incredulously.

I saw Trish shiver slightly. 'Don't look so shocked -- I love it! I seduced him when I was eighteen. I had a much older boyfriend, and he took some pictures of me naked, and I put one in a book that Dad was reading. He asked me about it, and I kissed him and said I wanted him to see me like that. I kissed him again and pushed my tongue in his mouth, and grabbed his hand and made him squeeze my tit, and felt him get hard as I pressed myself against him. I knew he wanted me, but he pushed me away and said I was too young to think about things like that. But next time Mum went out I banged the light bulb of my beside lamp until the filament broke, and told Daddy the lamp wasn't working and asked him to come up and fix it, and while he fiddled with it I took my clothes off, when he turned round he stared at my naked body. I -- I was so excited I fainted. I came round a few minutes later, lying on the bed, and Daddy was naked too, with his cock deep inside me, fucking me like mad. I had an orgasm right away, and when he came in me I fainted again ...that was, what, ten, eleven years ago, and since then we've fucked at every opportunity we've had ...'

I suddenly remembered the fantasies I'd had as a girl about my father fucking me, and that from the way I'd caught him looking at me sometimes, I'd guessed that Daddy had wanted to fuck me too -- so why hadn't either of us done anything about it...?

But I said 'You poor darling! In a way, I'm happy for you, but I don't like to see you like this. Come round this evening, and have a long soak with some bath salts, and I'll kiss your bruises better, and rub cream on them, and kiss the rest of you, and cook something for you naked, and then you can do whatever you like to me!'

Trish hesitated, but then she shook her head. 'Perhaps in the next day or two, dearest, but I think I'll just have an early night. If I get started on you, I won't get much sleep!'

We ordered some food, and talked about what we'd do to each other when she did come, and the time flew by, and I realised how wet I was when I kissed her soft, yielding lips when we said goodbye....

When I finally arrived at the hospital, I was flushed and flustered. Dad had private medical insurance, and he had a room to himself, and I kissed him on the forehead as he sat up in bed, and asked him how he was. Avery attractive nurse got me a cup of tea, and I found myself wondering what sort of underwear she had on under her uniform, picturing her in just a bra and skimpy panties, and then completely naked...

I forced myself to concentrate on chatting to Daddy, and then I noticed that he was staring at my cleavage -- I'd left a few buttons of my blouse undone, and I realised that, sitting on a chair beside his bed and leaning slightly towards him, he had a good view of my breasts swelling out of my bra.

In turn, I looked at his chest -- his pyjama jacket was undone, and I studied the thick mat of greyish hair and his muscular torso.

I felt myself tremble, and then I heard myself say 'Enjoying the view, Daddy?' as I idly undid another button of my blouse.

I saw him run his tongue over his lips before answering.

'Yes, Princess, as a matter of fact I am! I was thinking of that holiday we all took in Majorca, and that yellow bikini you wore. I remember your mother said it was practically indecent, but I loved it! Just a few scraps of material, that hardly covered you up top, and the bottom disappeared completely from behind ...'

'I liked seeing the bulge in you swimming trunks, too, Daddy!' I whispered, and for a moment we stared into each other's eyes. My mind was in a whirl, as I thought of what Trish had told, me, and my memories, and how aroused I'd been thinking about her and her dad, and what we'd do to each other when we met next, and how imagining the nurse's naked body had affected me...

I abruptly got to my feet, and bent and kissed him on the lips. 'Just going to the loo, Dad. Back in a minute!'

Actually, it was more like two or three, but now my bra and panties were in my bag.

Again, I bent over him to kiss him on the lips, but this time it was a longer, lingering kiss -- once more, remembering Trish and what she'd told me she'd done with her dad, I probed his lips with my tongue until they parted and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, searching for his as I undid a couple more buttons of my blouse, and slipped his hand into it to cup my naked breast, feeling my nipple stiffen in his palm as he caressed me, fondling my soft flesh with gentle fingers.

I shuddered, and perched on the side of his bed. My already short skirt slid up a bit more over my bare legs as I crossed them. Dad took his hand away from my breast and dropped it on my thigh, and I uncrossed my legs.

'Go higher, Daddy,' I whispered, 'I'm naked down there!'

I felt his hand sliding up, and when he touched me where I wanted I re-crossed my legs, trapping his hand, and again I kissed him as his fingers explored me.

I slid my hand under the bedclothes and groped for his cock -- it wasn't difficult to find, because it felt huge. I fondled it and his balls for a few -- no, many moments, and then I said 'Let me look at it, Daddy!'

He used his free hand to move the bedclothes aside, and I gazed at his beautiful cock. It was long and very white, heavily blue-veined, with a large, bulbous, almost purple head, and I eased the soft white skin up and down the rigid, gristly shaft, imagining it filling my vagina as he fucked me ...

I bent over and kissed it as I cupped it in my palm. I kissed it again, and again, and ran my lips up and down its length. I licked it all over, trying to push my tongue into the tiny hole as I spread it open with my fingers, and then I took it deep in my mouth, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked it.

Daddy's fingers probed inside me, finding my clitoris and rubbing it, and rolling it between his finger and thumb, tugging it gently and squeezing it, and I felt a mini-orgasm flood through me

I removed my lips from his cock and began kissing his mouth, still gently rubbing his cock, now wet with my saliva.

'Did you ever think about fucking me, Daddy?' 

He groaned. 'God, yes! Especially after I spanked you when you were naughty! I loved spanking your soft bare bottom, feeling you squirm on my lap, watching your skin start to glow ...'

Dad laughed wryly. 'Afterwards, your Mum always got a hell of a pounding -- not that she complained!'

I imagined him fucking Mummy, and I felt a stab of jealousy, but then I kissed his cock again.

'I remember, Daddy! And then you used to stroke me, and sometimes slip your hand between my legs ...'

He closed his eyes for a moment as I rubbed him harder, and I felt him squeeze me under my skirt.

Then he opened them and smiled at me. 'And that school uniform of yours -- with that short skirt! I remember sometimes giving you a lift home from school, getting a flash of your knickers as you climbed into the car, and looking down at your bare legs ...'

'I've still got the uniform, Daddy! I'll put it on for you if you like, but now it'll be a VERY tight fit, and very revealing!'

I leaned towards him, opening my blouse so that he could kiss my breasts. I had to uncross my legs, and my skirt slid u to the tops of my thighs. I longed to straddle him, and impale myself on his lovely cock, and I briefly wished that nurse would come in and see us ...

'When you get out of hospital, Dad, we'll make up for lost time -- you can fuck me all you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, darling!'

He groaned, and his body jerked. 'Rub me harder, Jen! And kiss me!' I kissed him. Wetly, lingeringly, our mouths working on each other. I was still feeling waves of my orgasm washing over me -- I was trembling as I rubbed his marvellous cock furiously, and I saw him reach for a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside table ...

Then he groaned, arching his hips, and his semen began spurting in great jets. Soon the tissues were sodden, and his semen trickled down over my hand -- his fingers were deep in my vagina, and I think I was nearly as wet as his cock.

He was panting, and so was I. I pushed the tissues away, and kissed his cock, capturing the last drops of semen in my mouth, tasting it, savouring it ...

Finally I sat up, still fondling him.

'I -- I've got to go, Daddy. But I'll be back tomorrow, and I'll bring you a photo of me naked for you to look at when I'm not here.'

I rummaged in my bag, and produced my panties and pressed them in his hand.

'Meanwhile, darling, you can have these to remind you of me.' I giggled. 'Sorry, they're soaking wet!'

As I left the room, I bumped into the nurse. My blouse was still unbuttoned, and I saw her glance down at my partly exposed bare breasts. She slowly raised her eyes to look at me, and I smiled at her.

'What's your name?'

'Annette,' she whispered hoarsely. 'I -- I have to go ...'

She turned and I watched her walking down the corridor, studying her swaying bottom, undressing her in my mind. I knew that when I came back tomorrow I'd invite her for a drink at the wine bar, and I knew that she'd come, and then ...



Better Late Than Never



This is a true story. It is a sort of coming-of-age story although it happened when I was a few months past my 31st birthday. At the time I had never had sex and, carrying my past demons and my mother's Victorian mores, had no idea as to whether or not it would ever happen. I was the wallflower's wallflower, having absolutely no clue as to how to approach girls/women.

I realize this story might seem silly to some, especially as the vast majority of adults in our society have their first sex experience quite readily much earlier in life, but it will illustrate the lengths to which we human beings sometimes will go to sabotage ourselves for no explainable reason.

I thus hope that the story has a teaching function beyond the mere sexual aspect and can show that no matter how old we are, we can learn how to overcome our demons and other past influences and deal effectively with certain problems that have seemed to have no viable solutions.

Of note: The names of all people in the story have been changed, but the rest of the story is pretty much as I tell it. Since I had this experience almost 40 years ago, I cannot remember all the exact conversations and event sequences as they took place then. I will do my best to do so, but if I cannot, what I put down will surely capture the essence of the moment.  

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Back in early 1973 I was 31 years old, in group therapy with a number of other young and middle-aged adults. It became apparent that I was the only one in the group who had not had a sexual experience beyond simple kissing and who did not have any semblance of a grasp on the dating process. One of the foremost questions in my mind still was "How does a person 'get' sex"—as if some magic words were said, and a woman would agree to do it with you. I had no idea of the human element of relationships, let alone sexual encounters.

In fact, in high school, college, and even professional school I just had no idea how relationships happened, how a girl became a guy's girlfriend, etc. And of course I encountered the bullshitting done by guys, especially in the dorms I lived in, regarding how many girls they were fucking, and I just felt inferior and completely helpless. What were they doing that I wasn't?

(Well, for one thing, they were asking girls out and going on dates; however, my mind just conveniently skipped over this fact because of my magic thinking above, as well as my constant lapses into self-pity.)

Anyway, one day Maureen, the facilitator of the group, asked that I have a one-on-one private appointment with her. At that appointment she suggested that in order to gain some sexual experience, I go up to one of the Nevada ranches and have a sexual encounter with one of the prostitutes there. After all, said Maureen, these women had, among other things, a teaching function, and they could utilize their sexual experience to help me out in this area in a very non-threatening way.

What went through my mind was the typical BS evasive mind-fuck game I had become used to playing on myself, namely, that the women would probably find some way to turn me away, to say no, just as a lot of other girls and women had done when I even tried to ask them out. I told Maureen that I was afraid of this, and she said again that the women at these places are there to teach and would have nothing to gain by turning me away. Maureen also added that when I would choose one of the prostitutes, I would need to inform her that it was my first time. Despite my fear of the woman laughing at me about this, this bit of advice made quite a bit of sense to me—and as it turned out, it was right on the money.

(By the way, I mention, in passing, that another fear I had was that I wouldn't be able to ejaculate and thus would subject myself to the woman's laughing at me just as many other people in my life had done when I made a fool out of myself.)

I went home, though, and thought things over and, despite some of the above fears (and some others) swirling around in my head, decided to go ahead and do it. I made the plane reservations for the following week and subsequently flew up to Reno, Nevada. With Maureen's support I felt enough courage and thus made the decision to go through with it.

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It was about 10 a.m. on a nice spring morning in May 1973 when I got off the plane in Reno. After checking into my hotel, I got into a cab and told the cabbie what I wanted to do. Since the county Reno is in didn't allow prostitution, he took me into a neighboring county. He knew exactly where I wanted to go as he got may requests to be taken "over the bridge, east of Sparks." Of course I didn't tell him what had prompted my trip, but anyway soon he pulled into the parking lot at the ranch and told me that he would wait, and then when I was through, he would take me back into Reno.

I rang the bell, and after I entered the main room, a number of women appeared in line, each one saying her name. I picked a cute short, thin dark-haired woman named Annie. On the way back to her room, I told her, as planned, that it was my first time. Her reply—and I remember it as clearly today as I did then—was "I am glad you told me." (Maureen was right!!) This helped me relax a bit as we went back to her room.

When we got there, I sat on the bed while Annie washed up in the sink, and then she examined my genitals for any sores or other indication of VD (venereal disease). See, at that time the AIDS epidemic hadn't hit, so the only sexually transmitted diseases of concern were syphilis and gonorrhea.

When I passed that test, we agreed on a price. Annie then sucked on my dick for about a minute or so, getting it good and hard, and then she climbed on top (reverse missionary) and guided my dick into her vagina. In fact, I remember her saying, "You're in." The feeling was a bit weird, a sort of spongy feeling, as her vaginal walls grabbed my dick, but I felt a joy that I can't begin to describe.

A few minutes later I could feel myself come. Thus my fear of inability to ejaculate had gone by the boards. I was NORMAL!!! Soon thereafter Annie climbed off and then lay back and said something like, "How would you like to eat some pussy now?" She said it in a very gentle, calm way, and although I was eager to do it, at the time I didn't like her saying the word "pussy." (I just didn't like the reference to the female genital area as "pussy".) I would have preferred something like, "Would you like to eat me?"

Anyway, I didn't let it bother me. Annie started to point out the clit as the most sensitive part, but with my experience of watching porn, I knew pretty much where to go. After about 30 seconds Annie said supportively, "You really know a lot about this, don't you!!" I really enjoyed eating her; in fact, that became my preferred form of sex when I got married a few years later.

After the oral sex session, Annie lay on her back, and we had sex in the regular missionary position. This time my dick was hard enough to insert into Annie's vagina without any oral sex by her. In not too long a time, I came again.

At this point Annie told me my time was up, but we could do more if I paid more money. However, I decided not to have any more sex as I had really had enough by then. I felt quite happy inside, though, and tipped her plenty.

On the cab ride back I felt quite thrilled inside although, of course, I didn't feel comfortable sharing my inner experience and inner feelings with a stranger. After I got back to the hotel, though, I was overcome by euphoria. At the blackjack table I could hardly concentrate. I went over to the nearest phone and called Maureen and told her the good news. I could barely contain myself as I shared my joy with her.

At the next group therapy meeting, the other members were happy to hear the good news and gave me encouragement for the future.

The experience with Annie gave me a good outlook for the future sexually as she was so encouraging and helped me in ways that I just couldn't express. I felt quite grateful that my first sexual encounter, which I had long feared, was a dynamite experience after which I felt much hope for the future sex-wise.