81 comments/ 47918 views/ 49 favorites Keri By: Streetdog This is my first submission and I did not have the benefit of an editor. I write for my pleasure and hope that others will enjoy this story also. I know that there are some people that like to anonymously trash and berate the authors and stories. I would enjoy any constructive criticism and will answer or address any legitimate question or concerns. Whether you like it or not please vote. If you hate the story, then give me a low vote, don't waste your time trying to trash it or me. ***** Chapter One - My perfect life Some people say that writing down your thoughts is good therapy, well at least that is what my counselor says. So I am going to try it, what do I have to lose that I already haven't lost. I am Keri Ann Walker, a 35 year old divorced mother of three. I have ten year old twin boys and an 8 year old daughter. I work full time as an emergency room nurse and have since graduating nursing school. Most people say that I am very attractive and could have easily been a model. At five foot even and weighing one hundred pounds, my body is very fit with just the right amount of boobs and butt. I have reddish blond hair and green eyes. My soon to be ex-husband used to just stare into my eyes and would get an erection. I so missed that and him. I live in a smaller city but is also the county seat. It has a big city attitude but a small town closeness. The Hospital that I work at is the county's only hospital. and as such is quite a large facility. It is affiliated with the state university's medical school, so we get a lot of student doctors coming here to learn their trade. The hospital's emergency room is very busy and I work with a lot of good people. It is here where I met my husband. When I first started working here, I had my eyes set on latching onto a doctor and becoming a kept wife. Every time there was a new crop of medical students or new doctors come in I was sizing them up. Some of my girl friends and I would invite them out for drinks after work as we would try to find the right guy. I dated several of them and was intimate with a couple. After all, I want marriage and nobody wants to marry a slut. Some of the married nurses used to make fun of us and say things like we look like hungry vultures waiting to pounce. One of those making fun of us was my friend Joni. Joni was married and had two kids. Her husband was a firefighter for the county fire department. She and her husband lived on her family's farm outside of town. Her mother owned the farm as her father had passed away a few years earlier. Her father was a firefighter also who died while on duty. He had saved several people and went back into a burning building to search for more victims, when the roof collapsed. He was able to get his crew out saving them, but was not able to save himself. The county had made a memorial to him and even named a park after him. Everyone knew who Jon Walker Sr. was and what a great hero he was. Many families were together today because of his heroics. Joni also had a brother, Jon Jr. who lived on the farm and had followed in his dad's footsteps. He became a para-medic firefighter and on his days off worked on the farm. One day, while listening to Joni make fun of us girls, I asked her what she had against us marrying a doctor. Joni replied, nothing, but every doctor I have seen come in here is a wimp. They would never get their hands dirty and are looking for some young nurse for arm candy and to service their needs. Joni continued, I prefer a real man, one who works hard to provided for his family, one who would fight the devil himself to protect his family. I said well that is just in fairytales. Joni said, thank God I live that fairytale every day, because that is how my husband is. She said some day, you are going to find and marry some doctor. You will be spending your life worrying about some other nurse just like you, who will be trying to take him away from you. Look around and see how many of these doctors are divorced. Now I must admit that this did get me thinking, I did not want to be one of those wives waiting for the axe to fall. It was a couple of days later that I met her brother Jon Jr. for the first time. He walked into the ER with a patient and I about fell over. Jon was about six feet tall and you could see even in his uniform he was a very muscular and well defined man. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He walked in with an air of confidence. I have never been so attracted to anyone in my life. I noticed that he was very friendly with Joni, so I asked her who he is. Joni looked at me and said. That is my baby brother. I asked Joni, why had I not seen him before? She replied that he usually works on the rescue truck and not the ambulance, but was filling in today for someone else. I told Joni, I would like to meet him. She looked at me for a second, then she said, Look Keri, I like you as a friend, but I love my brother. I will not introduce you to him as I am not going to let you use him and then hurt him when Mr. Right Doctor comes along. "Forget it" and then she walked away. Forget it hell. I walked over to him and started talking, I don't even remember what I said. By the time he left, I felt that I was making progress and would surely run into him again soon. Later that day, I ran into a couple of the medics that I knew and asked about Jon. I hinted that I would like to see more of him. They took the bait and called Jon. Now it was a waiting game to see if he would contact me. I must say that I had several erotic dreams about him. A few days later Joni approached me and said that Jon had asked about me. I asked Joni, what did she tell him. Joni said, I told the truth, however Jon is a big boy and if he wants to go out with you, it is up to him. Of course I was delighted but Joni cautioned me by saying, "don't you dare fuck him over, I would never forgive you for that." A few days passed and I had not heard from Jon. Joni invited me to come to a BBQ and she told me that Jon would be there. What she didn't tell me was that there would be several single females there also. The whole day at the BBQ, several women tried to dominate Jon's time. It seems that I was not the only one wanting Jon's affection. Finally, I caught a break and saw Jon head into the house to use the bathroom. I followed him and when he came out of the bathroom, I caught him. I asked him if he was avoiding me. Jon said well I heard that you wanted to get to know me, but Joni told me that you are hung up on finding a doctor to marry. I will not try to compete with anyone for the love of a woman. Either she loves me and only me or I will move on. I replied what makes you think that I cannot love one man and only one man. That is exactly what I am looking for. I want to get married and have a family, but most importantly I want to stay married and grow old together. Jon stared at me for a minute then said, "OK, if you want to go out, how about tomorrow evening. I smiled and said how about tonight. Jon agreed. I decided that this guy might be worth it, so I took it slow. We went out and had a good time. After 3 dates I allowed him to kiss me good night. On the fifth date, I invited him into my apartment and we had a really hot make out session. I refused to let it go beyond some really heavy petting. On the sixth date Jon and I had a discussion about where we were heading. I explained to Jon that I had strong feelings for him, but I was not going to be a notch in his headboard. I needed to know where this was heading. Now to say that I had strong feelings was an understatement. I was flat out, head over heels in love with him. I had never met a stronger yet gentler person in my life. He made me laugh and when he wasn't around I cried. He was kind and respectful. He was everything that I didn't know that I really wanted. Jon explained to me that he also would not just jump in bed with somebody. He had to care about that person. He wanted that person to care for him and only him. He asked me if I was that person. I took Jon by the hand and led him into my bedroom. As I started to undress, Jon said, before we do this I want to know. Are you giving up you dream of catching a doctor and are we going to be exclusive. I kissed him and said "Yes to all." I would like to say that we had some great sex that night, but it would be a lie. We made love, it was mind blowing, heart stopping love. When we finally finished and as I snuggled into his strong arms, I cried. If I wasn't in love with him before, I sure as hell was now. In all my life I have never had sex like this. Jon left early as he had to go on shift when we woke up. When he left I wrapped myself in my sheets just to prolong the essence of him. His smell was on everything. Later in the morning, Jon, sent me a text it read, "thank you for the wonderful evening, I hope that it was as special for you as it was for me." I replied to his text, "Jon, I hope that I am not scaring you off, But, I love you." Jon replied. "I love you too" When I received his reply, my legs gave out on me and I sat on the floor crying. I don't know what he did to me, but I was so in love with him. I have never had this feeling before. I must say he has the body of Hercules, the Intelligence of Einstein, the wisdom of Solomon and the compassion of the Dali Llama all rolled into one. I have never met anyone like him before. As a lover he is a little bigger than what I was used to he was about nine inches long and as thick as my wrist. I felt stretched and well used after our love session. I noticed that he had used three condoms and had thrown them in the trash can. I pulled them out and tore them open and rubbed his cum all over my tits and body. I laid there for what seemed like for hours basking in Jon's love. The next day I went to work on cloud nine. Everyone could tell that I was sky high. Joni finally caught up with me and she gave me a stern look then said, If you break his heart I will kill you, now come give me a hug. After that day Jon and I were inseparable. I gave up on my wish to be a doctor's wife for something so much better. We dated for a year and every day I fell more in love that I could ever have imagined. My parents adored him and I really think Jon's mother loved me also. Joni had really softened to me and even apologized for not wanting to hook me up with Jon. One day at work, Joni told me that an ambulance was pulling in and that her and I needed to get a suite ready for the patient. The para-medics brought the stretcher in and on the stretcher was Jon. I nearly fainted. I ran to it and screamed oh my god what is wrong, when Jon sat up and said, "I am sick of not being with you, Will You Marry Me?" I was so stunned, I stood there for a moment, while the entire ER went deadly silent. Tears started pouring out of my eyes as I realized Jon had just proposed to me. I jumped on him nodding my head as I could not even get the words out. He held the ring back and said, "Keri, say something." finally I was able to get "YES" out. We got married and I moved into the house with Jon and his mother. It was no problem as the house was large. Joni and her husband lived on the farm also but in a separate house. Soon I was pregnant and had our twin boys Jon's mom was wonderful and helped me with the children so I was able to go back to work after I finished breast feeding them. A couple of years later, I was pregnant again and this time we had a girl. Jon's mother was there to help. I thanked God every day for the wonderful life I had. Chapter Two - My Downfall Ten wonderful years had passed and we had settled into a routine. Both Jon and I still worked and on his days off Jon ran the farm with Joni's husband. Jon's mom still lived with us and was starting to really slow down due to age. I really don't understand how it all fell apart because I was happy and secure in my family. Jon and I still had mind blowing sex and I was still madly in love and infatuated with Jon. I guess it started by some of the younger nurses started going out for drinks after work and invited me along. Joni always refused saying that being in a bar without her husband is no place for a married lady. I never worried about it as I knew that I loved Jon and nobody would come between us. So a couple of times a week I would stop in for a drink or two and then head home. One day while out with the girls I ran into Dr. Ben Wilson. Ben and I had dated for a while when he was in training and in fact he was one of the few doctors that I actually slept with. He had left and was working out of state so we stopped seeing each other. Now he was back working locally. We chatted and caught up with each other's lives. I told him about mine and he told me that he was in the process of getting a divorce. He had married a nurse and according to Ben, she had not been faithful in their relationship. Ben complimented me on staying attractive even after having three kids. He was nice and polite and did nothing to set off any warning bells with me. It seemed that every time the girls and I went out for a drink, Ben would show up. He was always polite and friendly. Yes he gave me compliments, but I never felt that he was out of line. Sometimes he would ask me to dance and I would but only fast dances. One night while the girls and I was out, Ben came in and started buy us all drinks. He said his divorce was final and he was celebrating. I actually drank more than normal that night and kind of lost track of time. Ben asked me to dance and I did. We danced 3 fast songs and then a slow song came up. I turned to leave the floor but Ben grabbed my arm and swung me around pulling me into him and said please for old times, I could really use a friend today. So I danced with him. Maybe it was the alcohol, I don't know, but I should have heard the warning bells ringing. As we danced he told me how depressed he was because of his divorce and how even though she cheated on him, he felt like a failure. He just really needed a friend right now and didn't know anybody in town yet. I stayed and drank more and danced more. When it was time to leave I had had more than what I should have had and I knew that I should not drive yet. I went outside to clear my head and Ben followed me. It was a little nippy outside so Ben wrapped his arm around me. The next thing I knew he was kissing me and I think I was kissing him back. He guided me to his car and pulled me into the back seat with him. We were making out like two teenagers. Again, and I know it sounds stupid, but, the next thing I knew, we were naked and Ben was pushing his cock into me. I screamed for him to stop, but he just forced it all the way in and started pumping into me. I tried pushing him off of me and screamed again. He tried to cover my mouth but I bit his hand drawing blood. The more I fought the more turned on he became and all of a sudden I felt him shoot is load into me. I cried, "Why, Why did you do this to me?" Ben laughed and said you were always so prissy, but your just another whore. Just then the car door burst open and a couple of the nurses I was with pulled Ben out and started hitting him. Soon the police arrived. I told them how Ben raped me, and how I fought to get him off of me. The nurses also told how they heard me yelling and saw me fighting. They even saw the bite on Ben's hand. I was taken to the hospital for a rape exam. and Ben was arrested. You want to talk about embarrassment, The ambulance that came was from the fire department so now everyone would know. Then I was taken to my hospital and everyone there would know. I was at the hospital about two hours when Jon showed up. He was not allowed to see me until after the detectives had finished interviewing me. Even though I had told Ben that I did not want to have sex, I couldn't show how I had got undressed without him ripping my clothes off. in addition several people had seen me making out with Ben and it appeared that I got in his car willingly. They still charged Ben but said the DA may drop the charges. Jon took me home and patiently waited for me to tell him what had happened. The next day I sat with him and told him everything as best as I could remember. Jon was furious. He said that I had no business dancing with another man. I told Jon that I thought that maybe he drugged me and I knew they had taken blood samples for that. For several weeks things were bad between us. I needed Jon and Jon was not there for me. Joni and Jon's mother tried comforting me but even they said it was my own doings as I had no business even going to a bar without my husband. The DA finally contacted us and met with Jon and I. He decided that he could not prove the rape beyond a reasonable doubt. He said the blood test came back negative for drugs and even though he believed me, he was afraid a jury would side with Ben due to several witnesses seeing me dance with him, make out with him and willingly get into the back seat with him. He was afraid that the jury would think that I had remorse after we had sex. That meeting kind of drove the nail into the coffin so to speak. Jon moved out of the house. He told me that he needed time away from me. I promised him that I loved only him and that I was sorry for what had happened. Joni and his mom stood by me and gave me the strength to continue. Jon still came to the farm every day to do the work and see the kids but he never came up to the house or talked to me. I know he talked to Joni and Mom, but if I walked up to him he just left. I cried myself to sleep every night. Joni and mom tried to get him to forgive me and keep our family together but after several weeks, I was served with divorce papers. For the sake of the kids, Jon wanted me to stay living with mom on the farm until the kids were 18 years old at which time I would have to move. He also provided child support and paid the household bills. Other than that I was on my own. Jon sued Ben and Ben settled quickly just to keep it out of court. I don't know how much money Jon got but he used it to set up a prepaid college fund for the kids. Ben ended up getting the shit beat out of him. I know that Jon did not do it as he was on duty when it happened and all the firefighters and even a couple of police officers attested to that. I think they sent Ben a message because he quickly moved away. I fought the divorce and demanded counseling. The judge agreed and for the next six weeks we went to counseling. I admitted to my indiscretions and even passed a polygraph test proving that I did not want to have sex with Ben and that I tried to stop it. Jon said absolutely nothing. He would just sit there. The counselor would threaten to tell the Judge that Jon would not participate and Jon said, go ahead. The judge brought Jon and I back into court and told Jon that he would require counseling as long as it takes for Jon to participate. Jon told the Judge, " your honor, I am a firefighter and as such I have to trust my partners to be there for me as my life may depend on them. My wife was my partner and I have lost that trust in her. You can force me to go to counseling but I will never trust her again." The Judge decided to allow the divorce to proceed. Jon stopped going to the counselor, but I felt that it would be helpful for me to understand why I did what I did. After several sessions my counselor Mike started telling me that no matter what, Jon would never come back and that I should move on with my life. In fact Mike made several statements putting Jon down and trash talking him. One night at home I was talking to Jon's mom, when I actually started trash talking about Jon. His mom became angry and asked me where that was coming from and I told her that Mike had said the very thing. She said, "Who is Mike?" I told her he is my counselor. She then said since when do you call your counselor by first names, I think something hokey is going on here. You love Jon and he loves you. Why do you think he wants you to stay in this house as opposed to kicking you out. Keri & Scott Keri and Scott were driving back from a movie. Their first date had gone really well, and both were enjoying each other's company. The movie had been horrible, but the theater deserted. They had spent the movie making each other laugh at the cheesy dialogue and action sequences. They had eaten a romantic meal at a nice Italian restaurant before. It was their first date, so neither was expecting much out of the time, but both were enjoying each other's company so much that Keri invited Scott to her house. Keri's parents were rich, and were paying for a large two bedroom house for Keri exclusively. Keri and Scott were both finishing up college at a near by university. Keri led Scott up to the door, where he paused. "Come in, have a drink with me." Keri said. "Are you sure?" Scott said. "Very." She replied. "I mean, if you want to." "I do, very much, I just don't want to intrude." "I'll let you know." She said. He laughed. He followed her into the dark house and ran into her. She then giggled and flipped a light switch on. They blinked in the bright light as their eyes adjusted themselves. Keri led Scott to the fridge and opened it. She stared bleakly at the contents and squinted up at him. "Well? You can have anything you want…" Keri said. "Well… since I don't really like mustard to drink I think I'll have a beer." Scott said seriously. "We have more than mustard and beer. We have… two different kinds of mustard. And beer." Keri admitted. "Well, you know us crazy college girls and mustard." "What?" Scott asked in surprise. "You know, college girls, mustard… use your imagination." Keri said mischievously. "It boggles the mind…" He said softly. "Hehe. I wonder what you're thinking about." Keri asked invitingly. "Something about college girls and mustard." Scott said. "Use your imagination." "I've got a very vivid imagination." Keri said with a wide smile. "You are probably having better luck than me. I couldn't think of anything." Scott said. "Not anything? I said girls plural. A bunch of girls… and some mustard. Surely Something comes up?" Keri asked. "I'm not very good at imagining things…" Scott said. "Most guys would think of a lesbian orgy, and then a bottle of mustard lying somewhere on the floor. That's what I thought of." Keri smiled. "I guess I'm just not most guys then. Ha. That sounded like a line." Scott laughed at himself. "It was a good line though. Come sit on the couch with me." Keri grabbed his hand and led him to a long corner couch. He dutifully sat down and she sat down next to him. They both took a drink and then looked at each other. Keri giggled and Scott laughed as well. "What's so funny?" He asked. "I don't know." Keri said. "Why did you laugh?" "Laughter is just contagious." Scott said. "Maybe we are both just stoned and didn't know it." "Do you get stoned?" Keri asked. "Not anymore…" Scott trailed off. "I don't very much." Keri said quickly. There was an awkward silence. "I like you Scott; do you want to hang out tonight? I mean like stay over." "What?" Scott asked. "Hang out, have fun, nothing serious." Keri said. "I just want to have some fun tonight." "I would be interested in some fun." Scott said and took another drink of beer. He couldn't believe she was being so forward. She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. He hastily swallowed the beer and it managed to go down the wrong tube because he got so flustered. He pulled away from her and started coughing. Keri stiffened as he pulled away until she realized what happened. She slapped him on the back, hard, a couple times and he cried out in protest. "I'll be fine." He said in barely a whisper. "Did I overwhelm you?" Keri said. "Went down the wrong tube." He whispered. He coughed away from her, covering his mouth, and cleared his throat. "All better?" Keri asked. "Yes, I'm sorry about that…" He started. "Don't be. But the thought of kissing you after you coughed somehow doesn't appeal to me." Keri laughed. "Maybe that was why you did it. To keep me away." "No!" Scott said emphatically. "I'm really sorry. I got overwhelmed, as you said." Keri grinned at him. She put a hand on his thigh, a few inches past the knee. She squeezed him softly. "I hope to thoroughly overwhelm you tonight." She said mysteriously and stood up. "I will be back in a little while. Make yourself comfortable ok? Do you need or want anything?" Keri asked. "No I'm fine. For now." Scott said with a smile. "Ha." Keri grinned at him. "Don't go anywhere." Scott watched as she walked out of the room. He took a long drink from his beer and wondered what he had gotten himself into. She came back a little later. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Miss me?" She asked. "Of course." He answered glibly. "Good." She grinned and cupped his face. Her hand stroked his smooth chin and he looked up at her in wonder. "I like your face. I know this isn't masculine, but it's pretty." Keri said. "Well. I will take it as a compliment then, as it was intended." Scott laughed. He captured Keri's hand and kissed her palm. "I like your face as well." He smiled at her. "Good. Because for tonight, you are stuck with it." Keri grinned at him. "Not such a bad deal." Scott replied. "I'm glad you think so... I'll ask you in another few hours and I'll see what you have to say." "What's going to happen in another few hours?" Scott asked suspiciously. "Nothing, you just might have gotten sick of me." Keri replied, looking away. "I don't think I'll have to worry about that." Scott said and squeezed her shoulder. She looked back at him and flashed him another bright smile. "We'll see. Do you wanna go in the hot tub?" Keri asked. "You have a hot tub?" Scott asked. "Yeah. You should see this place on Friday and Saturday nights; this is where everyone comes to hang out. I'm surprised someone isn't passed out somewhere already." Keri grinned. "So are you having a party tomorrow night?" Scott asked. "I never know, but people will probably come over." Keri said. Scott and Keri were sitting on the couch. They shared a brief moment of silence. Scott took another drink and Keri echoed him. He turned towards her and opened his mouth to speak but got intercepted. Keri had leaned over at the same time and planted her mouth on his. Scott was startled but didn't pull away. He closed his eyes and tilted her head. He felt Keri's tongue flick along his bottom lip and he opened his mouth slightly. Keri's tongue came in forcefully and he felt his own tongue responding in kind. Keri opened her mouth wider and kissed him noisily. He leaned forward and put a hand on her thigh. Keri's own hand came up and rested on his chest. She rubbed his chest forcefully for a few minutes and he did the same to her thigh. She leaned back and they broke the kiss. "You're a good kisser too." She said with a smile. "Um. Thank you. So are you." Scott said. "So… you don't mind if we go a little farther do you?" Keri said. "Not at all…" Scott said. "Come out to the hot tub with me." She said. "I don't have shorts. Wait. Actually I do, in my car, I have shorts I usually work out it. I can go change into those." Scott said, and made a move to get up. As he stood he noticed Keri staring at his crotch. He turned swiftly away hoping she didn't notice his blush. She was forward and he was excited at what the possibilities held for the rest of the night. His excitement was evident. He hurried down to his car and grabbed the shorts out of his work out duffle bag in the trunk. He locked his car and went back up to the house. He closed the door behind him and looked around for Keri. He didn't see her, so he made his way to the bathroom to change into his shorts. He noticed down the hall her bedroom door was open and the light was on, so he walked down and peered around the corner. He was presented with Keri, entirely. She wasn't facing him and she was tying a bathing suit top on. He stared for a minute at her figure. She was curvy in all the right places. She was tall and lanky, but sufficiently padded. Her round naked behind arrested his attention. He must have made some noise for she turned around and caught him looking at her. He quickly turned around in embarrassment and spoke over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I just…" Scott started. "Oh it's fine; you can get changed in the bathroom if you want." Keri said nonchalantly. "Or you can change in the hall if you really want to." She giggled. "I'll change in the bathroom. Be right back." He said quickly. He hurried into the bathroom and pulled off his shoes. His socks followed and then he dropped his pants. He slid off his boxers and pulled up the athletic shorts. He pulled off his t-shirt and glanced at himself in the mirror. He shrugged at his reflection and piled his clothes in a corner. He wasn't sure what to do with them, so he just left them there. He opened the bathroom door and walked back into the hall. He looked towards Keri's room, but there was no light. He walked back out to the living room and found her sitting on the living room couch. She was in a skimpy two piece bikini and he tried very hard to maintain eye contact. "Ready?" She asked, she was more open about her appraisal. Her eyes moved from his face down to his chest where her eyes lingered. He felt the heat in his face rising as she stared at his naked torso. He watched as her eyes traveled down, then back up again. She grinned at him. "How often do you work out?" She asked. "Usually about five days a week." He said. "You're better than me. I get out there maybe, maybe, three times a week." Keri said and looked down at her own body. She seemed to shrug and then she stood up. "It's right out there." She pointed to the glass door separating the house from the backyard. He walked to it and opened the door for her. She grinned at him and nodded her thanks. He closed the door behind him. They took the cover off the spa and the steam rose up. Keri stuck an experimental hand in the water. She left it there and nodded. "It feels good. Go ahead and get in, I will grab us towels for when we are done." Keri said. Scott climbed awkwardly in. It was pretty hot and he let himself sink all the way in, until only his head was out of the water. He waited half a minute and Keri came back out with two thick beach towels. She stared at him for a minute and then turned away. She dropped the two beach towels down a few feet away from the spa. Keri quickly undid her bathing suit top and tossed it on the floor next to the spa. She climbed in and grinned at Scott, who stared at her open mouthed. "What?" She gave him an innocent look. "Sorry." Scott mumbled. "It's nothing you haven't seen before." She said. "But… not you." He managed to say. "Well look. Boob." She stood up. She cupped her breasts and she looked down at her chest. "Nipple. Tits, nipples." She said, and looked across at him. He was staring at her chest, transfixed. "It's no different than your balls." She said matter-of-factly. He forced himself to look up at her, and make eye contact. "Yeah, but I'm not about to show you those." He said. "Not yet." Keri said staring at him. "Not yet?" Scott said in a scared voice. "Well… if things go a certain way." Keri told him. "I see." He swallowed. Keri giggled to herself. She switched seats in the spa. She moved from sitting directly across from him, to sitting in the seat next to him. She reached her arm around his shoulders and let it rest there. He let out a small laugh. "Isn't this going backwards? I'm supposed to try to get in Your pants, not the other way around." Scott said nervously. "You think I am trying to get in your pants?" Keri asked. "I just meant…" He started. "I know what you meant. Does a forward girl scare you?" Keri asked. "Sometimes." He admitted. Keri grinned wide. "Good." She said. She left her right arm around his shoulders and moved her left arm to his left knee. She rubbed just above his knee and she heard him intake breath sharply. "Are you scared now?" Keri asked. "Not scared…a little nervous…" He said. "Just relax. You don't have to do anything yet…" Keri grinned at him. She let her left hand move farther down his leg until she ran into the bulge in his shorts. She grinned at him and he looked embarrassed. "You're excited." She stated. "Yeah..." He said and looked down. She brought her hand quickly up out of the water and grabbed his face. "Look at me." She demanded. "Sorry." He stammered. "Don't apologize again." Keri said sternly. "Just keep looking into my eyes." He did as instructed and stared into her eyes helplessly. She grinned and stared back into his. She kept staring into his eyes as she resituated herself. She half stood up, her chest was now out of the spa water. He couldn't help himself and glanced down at her exposed chest. She smiled to herself and moved on top of him. She sat on his lap, legs straddling his. He looked up at her. "You looked at my tits." Keri said. "I… Yes." Scott said, heat rising on his face. "I told you to look into my eyes." Keri said in a soft voice. "I know… I didn't mean…" Scott started. "Now, I can forgive you. But you have to work harder. It makes it better for me this way Scott." Keri said slowly. "Oh…Okay" Scott said hesitantly. "Not good enough Scott…I need you to say it like you mean it." Keri said deceptively. "I will work harder. I will do as you say." Scott said. Keri moved forward on his lap. Her pelvis rubbed against Scott's erection and he let out a small gasp. He maintained eye contact with her and she grinned again. "Say it again Scott…" Keri said. "Say it again for me." "I will do what you say. Whatever you say." Scott said, more confidently. "Good boy Scott… good boy…" Keri said. She moved a little closer. She pushed her hips forward and felt Scott's erection sliding against her pubic area. She let out a small gasp of her own. She gently started rocking back and forth. Scott kept his eyes locked into hers as she rubbed against him. He moved his hands slowly up to her chest. He looked to her face for signs of permission, but she remained impassive. He brought his hands forward and cupped her chest. His palms pressed against the outside of her breasts and his thumb started gently massaging her hard nipples. Keri started grinding harder against Scott. He rubbed his thumbs in little circles on the tips of her nipples and she stared intently into his eyes. He leaned forward to kiss her. "Scott." Keri said. Her voice was harsh. "Yes?" He replied warily. "You are getting ahead of yourself." Keri informed him. "I just wanted to kiss you." Scott said with a grin. "Or..?" His grin slid away. "Did you not want me to touch you? I thought…" His hands moved away from her chest. Keri gave a laugh. "You are confusing me." Scott said angrily. "That is because you have not yet understood what I am doing." Keri said. "What are you doing? And is there a list of rules I need to read?" Scott asked impatiently. "Scott, Scott, Scott… If you don't do something about this attitude of yours…" Keri trailed off. Scott looked at her. His erection was hard against her slit, if through shorts and a bikini bottom. "I just… I'm not sure what you expect of me." Scott admitted. "I just want you to do as I say… no arguing, no elaborating." She whispered. "So… unless you tell me to touch you, or kiss you, then I can't?" Scott said. Keri ground her pelvis against him. His erection stretched his shorts out obscenely. Keri started writhing back and forth, his cock being massaged with her gyrations. He closed his eyes and let his hands fall to his sides. "I can make it good for you Scott…" Keri said softly. "I will do what you say. I won't argue or attempt anything on my own. I am your slave." He said this last with a grin. Keri gazed intently into his eyes. "Say it again. Sit up on the edge of the spa. Now." Keri demanded. Scott complied. He started to stand up. When he was standing, Keri grabbed his shorts and yanked them down. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly again. His erection was full, and was lingering close to Keri's face, and more importantly, mouth. "Sit." She said. Scott sat on the lip of the spa. The seat was wide enough for him to sit comfortably, and he stretched out his hands and took firm handholds. His dick was still at full attention, and Keri had yet to move her eyes away from it. Eventually, she looked up into his eyes. She was still in the spa, only her neck and head above water. She pulled a hand tentatively out of the water and reaching into Scott's lap. He felt her hand grip his shaft. He stared down and watched as Keri started to move her hand slowly up and down the length. "How big are you?" Keri asked. "Eight? Eight and a half to nine inches?" She asked in a husky voice. "I'm uh, not quite eight. Quarter inch short." Scott said. "It's very impressive." Keri said. "Thank you I guess." Scott said, embarrassed. Scott gasped as Keri's hand tightened on his shaft. She was squeezing hard. He felt her other hand move out of the water and caress his balls. Her right hand released his shaft and he let out a breath. She squeezed it again however and grinned widely. She let go and used her hands to gently spread Scott's leg's wider apart. She moved her head into his crotch and extended her tongue. Scott felt Keri's warm tongue make contact with the head of his penis. He stared down at her face, and watched as her mouth slowly closed over the head of his dick. He closed his eyes and moved his head back. Her hand returned to his balls as her mouth massaged his dick. Her lips were tight around his shaft. He felt the tongue caressing the underside of the head of his dick. Her head continued to bob in his lap for a few minutes. He felt the familiar rush of pleasure and he knew he would orgasm soon. "I'm going to…" He started. Keri responded instantly. She moved her head off his dick and he looked down at her in expectation. "We have to stretch it out Scott." She said coyly. "You will do what I say right?" "Of course." Scott said. His dick was throbbing and he felt an urgent need for release but Keri moved away to the other side of the spa. "Do…" Scott started. He stopped his sentence as she raised her eyebrows. He closed his mouth and remained, frustrated, sitting on the edge of the spa. He watched her, and she smiled up at him. She herself stood up in the spa. He stared at her chest as she rose, and he realized that she had taken her bottoms off as well, when, he couldn't say. She was completely shaved, and her lips looked puffy. He stared at them and let his gaze travel up her body. When it reached her face locked eye contact with her. She smiled at him and sat down on the edge of the spa. "Do you think I'm pretty Scott?" Keri asked. "Yes." Scott replied instantly. "Do you want to fuck me Scott?" She asked. "Yes." He replied. "How?" She asked. "How?... Any way you want. I'm yours remember." Scott said. "Very good answer Scott." Keri said and her hand moved to cup her breast. Her thumb and forefinger pinched her left nipple and she rolled the hard little nub through her fingers. "Do you like going down on girls Scott?" She asked. "Yes." He replied. "Do you want to fuck my ass Scott?" She asked. "Yes." He said. "Do you want me to fuck your ass Scott?" It made him skip a beat. She continued playing with her nipple and she watched his expression. He opened his mouth and closed it again. Finally, he said quickly. Keri & Scott "I'm yours. Whatever you say goes." Scott said. Her right hand moved down to her glistening lips, and her middle finger rubbed through the fold and gently stroked her inflamed clit. "Very good answer Scott." She repeated. He watched as she touched herself, feeling his dick throb with desire. He wondered what he would have to do to get release. "Let me serve you." He said. "How would you serve me Scott?" She asked. "I would like to pleasure you." He said. "How would you like to pleasure me Scott?" "I would like to taste you." He said. Her finger slowed in its massage, her right hand drew away from her lower lips and she held out her middle finger, wet, and not from the spa water. Scott moved forward, sinking into the spa again. He moved close to her and she presented her finger to him. He opened his mouth and put the tip of her finger in his mouth. His tongue gently sucked on the finger, and he moved the finger farther into his mouth. She smiled down at him. "I want to take you inside now Scott." She said, and pulled her finger out of his mouth. She turned her hips and hopped off the ledge. He watched her naked body bend over, and quickly towel herself off. He followed and started drying himself off. He left the shorts next to her discarded bathing suit. She was still wet, but she walked into the house. He dried himself off for a few more seconds and then followed her again. He closed the glass door behind himself and looked for her. He looked down the hall and saw that her bedroom light was on. He walked down the hall, and peered in. He saw her bent over ass wiggling in front of him. She stood up and turned to regard him. He stared at her, his erection pointing in front of him. She glanced down at it and grinned. She raised an eyebrow and met his eyes. "Lie down on the bed Scott. Do you have a safe word?" She asked. "What? Hey… What would I need a safe word for?" He asked. "Scott. If we do this, I want you to give me a safe word, because if you say 'no', I will just increase whatever I am doing to you." She said. Scott was at a loss for words. He gaped at her and then he noticed she had bent over to get a shoe box from her closet. He stared suspiciously at it. He looked into her eyes and saw she was waiting for an answer. "Shoe box. My safe word is shoe box." He said. He hoped she would open it, but she did not. "My safe word is uh... penguin. If I say penguin, you stop, got it?" Keri said. "Penguin. I understand." He said. What the hell is going on? He wondered to himself. She read it in his face, and she laughed. "I know it's a little weird, but it's always smart to have safe words." Keri said. "But… I don't understand what we need safe words for..." He trailed off, again inviting explanation. She just grinned at him. "Lie on the bed." Keri said firmly. Scott looked apprehensively at the bed, back at Keri, and then sighed. He climbed on the bed and lay on his back. He noticed there was a large headboard behind his head. He looked back at Keri and she was walking towards him. He lay there and watched as her lithe body moved forward. He glanced down at her hands and saw she had something in her hands. "Put this on." She handed him something. He stretched the material out and realized it was a blindfold. "A blindfold?" Scott asked. Keri slapped him across the face. Not hard, but hard enough for him to stare at her in shock. "What…" Scott started. "I'm sorry." He quickly put the blindfold on. Keri smiled and looked at his cheek. It was a little red. She grinned to herself. Scott was lying on the bed, hands by his side. She bent down and pulled out another shoe box from under her bed. She pulled out two sets of handcuffs and let the metal clink together. Scott started, hearing the metal. He lay perfectly still though, no doubt thinking to let her be in control now. "Give me your right hand." Keri said softly. She almost hoped he would refuse so she could punish him again. But he complied instantly. She took the hand and gently closed one side of the handcuffs around his wrist. She extended the arm and locked the other side of the handcuffs around the headboard. She smiled in satisfaction. She walked to the other side of the bed carrying the other set of handcuffs. She reached out and grabbed his left hand and handcuffed it to the bed. Keri stepped back and spoke. "Want to use your safe word yet?" She asked playfully. "Not yet, although I'm kind of scared." Scott replied truthfully. "Don't be… much." She said. Keri looked at Scott. His erection had sagged, and wasn't hard anymore. She wondered how to rectify the situation. She walked silently to the middle of the bed. She bent over, and placed her mouth over the head of his penis. It surged to life in her mouth. She closed her teeth on it gently. It stiffened and she opened her mouth wider to accommodate it. She opened her mouth and leaned back up. His erection now stood straight up again. She grinned to herself. She climbed on the bed, her naked breasts swaying as she did so. She pushed Scott's legs apart and sat cross legged between them. She had put the shoe box on the bed previously and she looked inside for something appropriate. She extended her right hand and grabbed his balls. She gently rolled them around her palm. His dick was very hard and she watched it intently. She continued massaging his balls for a full minute. She then grabbed the shaft and squeezed softly. She didn't start going up and down, she just gripped tightly, then released, gripped tightly, and released. She noticed it had some interesting effects on Scott. He gently pulled against his restraints as she squeezed, and let them go slack when she relented. She grinned to herself. She let go of his shaft and moved back to his balls. She massaged them and her other hand came forward. It went below his balls. Her middle finger gently slid between Scott's cheeks. "Wait…" Scott said. Keri did not wait. Her middle finger came to a halt on Scott's anus. She moved it slowly back and forth over the little opening. It tightened reflexively and she almost chuckled to herself. Scott remained silent however, after his initial surprise. She pulled her finger back out. She reached into the open shoe box to her side and pulled out a tube of lubrication. She hastily lathered her middle finger. "Spread your legs, wide." Keri said quickly. Scott did so, bringing his knees up. It presented his asshole to her much easier. "Any last words?" Keri said. "Please… I've never… not there. I mean, I haven't before, it's just…." Scott trailed off helplessly. He was willing to go as far as she was, he just was afraid. "Don't worry, I will be gently." Keri said with a smirk. She looked up to make sure his blindfold was still in place, and seeing it was, she tightened the grip on his balls. She brought her lubed middle finger towards his asshole. She gently traced the little opening before attempting to enter. Scott let out a cry as she pushed forward. The lubrication eased her middle finger into Scott's ass with ease. His muscles were not used to anything entering from this direction and protested. She moved her finger up and down, pressing against the tight muscles. Scott himself shivered, and his hips bucked once. She leg go of his balls and slapped his thigh. "Stay still. And spread your legs wider, it will make it easier." Keri said. Scott did so, and Keri inserted her finger down to the middle knuckle. Scott twitched again, but voiced no protest. Keri started easing the finger in and out, simulating thrusts. His asshole clamped tightly on her finger and she was surprised at how tight he was. She leaned forward to give him a bonus. Her mouth found his dick again and she gently started sucking on the head. Her middle finger started going faster and Scott let a moan escape his lips. Keri pulled off for a moment only to voice one concern. "Tell me way in advance before you cum ok?" She said cheerily. "Ok." Scott murmered. Keri returned her attention to his dick. Her tongue massaged the head and her mouth sucked hungrily on the shaft. Her middle finger was still working on Scott's asshole as she gave him head. Scott was trying not to twitch, his asshole hurt, but felt good. He couldn't describe the way the pain made him feel good, so he didn't bother trying. Keri's mouth worked wonders on his dick and he felt his balls begin to tighten. "If you keep this up for a few more minutes, I will cum." He said. Keri looked up at him and continued her attention on his dick. She slowed though, and her middle finger eased partially out. She let her middle finger tease the entrance of his ass, inserting and then pulling out quickly, tracing the opening, then inserting again, but not very far. She moved her mouth from his dick to his balls. She started sucking on the skin of his ball sack and Scott let out a gasp of pleasure. Keri glanced at the head of his dick and she saw a drop of pre-cum on his dick. She moved her mouth up to dab at it and then returned to his balls. She eased her finger away from his asshole. Her right hand had been propping herself up and she gently cupped his balls with it. She moved her mouth away. "So are you good and ready?" She asked. "Oh yes." Scott said immediately. "Good… but not quite yet…" She trailed off. She wiped her finger off on a napkin and then stood. His dick was engorged and fully erect. Scott's arms were hanging limply from the bedposts and she noticed him lick his lips in anticipation. Keri lifted one leg high and stood on top of the bed. The springs protested and she swung her other leg over Scott's body. She backed up a few feet and then leaned forward to put weight on her hands. She got down on her knees and her hands were by Scott's hips. Her excited pussy was inches away from his face as she got into the sixty nine position. She eased her own hips down and thrust her pelvis out. She felt his nose against her slit. Keri closed her eyes in anticipation and moved a little farther back. Scott needed no verbal instructions, and his tongue darted out. Scott felt the wet slit rub against his nose and he knew what he had to do. He couldn't see, but he didn't need to at this point. His tongue darted forward and gingerly pressed through her lips. His tongue roamed up and flicked her clit. Keri wiggled her hips slightly and pressed backwards into Scott. He licked down, and teased his tongue against her moist opening. He moved up again and gently caressed her swollen clit. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue worked on her clit. Keri decided to encourage this behavior, so she bent with her back, not moving her pussy away from Scott's eager mouth, but arched so she herself could satisfy him. She sucked gingerly on his head and then moved down and sucked on his shaft. After a brief pause, his licking returned in full force as he fiercely lapped at her swollen wet slit. Keri felt an orgasm building inside of her. She fell down against Scott, her body lying on top of his. Her pussy still pressed against his face. She lifted her left hand to her left tit and began tweaking her nipple. Her right hand moved around to her ass. Her middle finger, already having invaded one asshole, now invaded another. She gently unclenched and inserted her finger inside her own ass. She toyed with the opening as Scott sucked hard against her clit. Her finger jammed farther inside of her tiny asshole, and her face was screwed up with pain and pleasure. Scott knew she was doing this, although he couldn't see. The sound was driving him wild. Keri couldn't take much more. Her face pressed against Scott's dick as her hips pumped against his face. Scott wished she would continue giving him head, but figured she wanted to tease him more. Keri felt her body tingle as the orgasm approached. She cried out as it hit her. Her middle finger was squeezed as her ass muscles clenched around it. Her lips felt like they were burning as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. She arched her back up enough so that her nipples rubbed against Scott's stomach. The gently brushing caused her rock hard nipples to ache and she cried out again. Her slit was pressed forcefully into Scott's mouth and his tongue divided her folds and sucked on her tender taste. She moved her left hand down and gently rubbed her clit as she came down from her orgasm high. "Oh fuck." She simply said. She twitched against Scott, whose tongue was still lapping eagerly away. With reluctance, she gently withdrew her middle finger and pressed up from Scott's midsection. She crawled forward on her knees and then sat on Scott's chest, not with all he weight, but enough so that a wet spot appeared where her slit pressed. She turned around and looked down at Scott. His blindfold was still in place and his hands dangling uselessly. She rolled off of him and bent down to his face. Her tongue flicked against his lips and he opened his mouth expectantly. She moved closer and they shared a passionate kiss. She sucked gingerly the taste out of his mouth and into her own. It always turned her on, kissing someone after oral sex, either way, giving, or receiving. They kissed slowly and hungrily. Keri looked at Scott and giggled to herself. "I bet you're wondering when it's your turn aren't you." Keri asked. "Anything you say." Scott replied. "I'm yours, remember." Keri grabbed his cock and started slowly pumping it. "What was that?" She said. He swayed against the restraints as the hand pumped his shaft. "I'm yours. Do anything." He said. She smiled to herself. She let go of his dick and went back to her shoebox. She pulled out a small dildo. She lubricated it adequately, and then massaged some lubrication onto Scott's tender asshole. She used the dildo to tease Scott's anal entrance for a few minutes. His dick was throbbing it needed release. Keri gently pushed against Scott's asshole. It clenched and protested, but the lubrication and Keri's gentle pushing inched the dildo slowly into his opening. Scott's face was contorted with mixed reactions, as hers was previously. He spread his legs wider, without any prompting and the dildo slid father in. When Keri was satisfied she told him to clench his ass together. He did so, and Keri let go of the dildo. It stayed wedged in his asshole and she smiled. Keri stepped onto the bed again. She crouched down, and then arranged her legs appropriately. She was crouched over Scott's hard phallus. Without giving him any warning, she grabbed his dick with one hand. She used her other hand to open her tender folds and then in one quick motion she guided his large prick into her wet hole. Scott cried out as he felt himself enter Keri. Keri gasped as she sunk down onto his member. Keri started grinding slowly. She leaned one hand back and found the dildo, and gently teased it a little farther inside of him. Her other hand reached forward onto his chest and found one of his nipples. She pinched it hard, and twisted it slightly. Scott cried out in pain. His nipple hurt and the dildo in his ass hurt. His dick however was being stimulated more than he could ever remember. Her hot pussy was tight around his dick. Keri's rocking motion had him almost over the edge already. Keri ground the dildo farther into Scott, farther than he probably wanted, but that was the point. She moved her other hand to his other nipple, and gave it the same treatment. He cried out in pain and his cry sent shivers down Keri's spine. It made her nipples throb and her clit cry out for attention, it turned her on that much. Scott felt the dildo invading his asshole and he bucked his hips forward and thrust harder into Keri. Keri felt his movements and worked to counter them. As he drew back, she did as well, and when he slammed forward against his restraints and into her, she let herself sink hard down onto his member. She felt another orgasm building as they fucked hard. Scott thrust as hard as he could. His lack of mobility hindered him but it didn't matter. His balls were aching and his dick throbbed for release. Keri toyed the dildo in farther and it pushed him over the edge. The pain brought his orgasm up quick and powerfully. He felt the first wave of it enter Keri's wet slit. The sounds they were making were turning them both on more, the wet folds and squishing sounds that they made. Keri felt Scott loose his sperm inside of her. She ground forward against his dick for all she was worth. His primal grunting turning her on. She continued writhing until she was sure he was completely spent. Scott collapsed against the bed. His dick was still hard, and he felt Keri slide off. He felt the dildo ease out of his ass and he breathed in relief. Scott felt Keri's mouth cover his dick again. His dick pulsed in her mouth as after effects of his orgasm. Keri swallowed the leftover fluid from his spent dick eagerly, and licked up and down the shaft to clean it off. She positioned herself over Scott's mouth and instructed him to do the same. He did so, albeit reluctantly. He wasn't sure about tasting his own sperm, but he had done far worse things already, so he gave in and sucked eagerly at her opening. After Keri was satisfied she moved off of him, surveying him one last time. She took the dildo and shoved in back in the shoe box and then took out the hand cuff key. She gently cupped his face and brushed his cheek with her nails. She tugged the blindfold off and he blinked at her with a grin on his face. She smiled back, and leaned down to kiss him. She undid each of his restraints and he rubbed his wrists in relief. He sat up. She sat down on the bed next to him and leaned against him. Her head rested gently on his shoulder and he put an arm around her. "That was… almost indescribable." Scott said. "Almost?" Keri asked. "Then describe it." "It was amazing, you are amazing." He started. "I'm not in charge anymore Scott. You can say and do whatever you want. Thank you for letting me though… giving me what I needed." She said softly. "You are amazing." Scott repeated. Keri looked up at him and then quickly looked down. She blushed and spoke into her naked lap. "You aren't like... weirded out?" She asked tentatively. "No. I… it was great." He said quickly. "Have you ever done anything like that before?" She asked. "No, nothing, never been submissive like that." He said. "You weren't really being submissive… you were just handcuffed. I could teach you a little more about this area of sex though… if you wanted." Keri said, again looking down at her lap. Scott wondered how this woman could be embarrassed after what they had done together. He squeezed her shoulder. "I'm yours to teach." He said. "How do you know if you like the feel of a car? You drive it." Keri said, and then looked at Scott. "If you want to know more about this way of doing things, you will have to be the one in control sometimes. I can show you how a slave acts." Keri said. "I like doing both, being in control, and being totally controlled." Scott looked at her in bewilderment. Keri slid off the bed; she favored him with a grin and then looked down at the floor. She softly fell down onto her knees, and continued staring at the floor. "What are you doing?" Scott asked. "Whatever you wish Master." Keri said softly. "What?" He demanded. "Whatever you wish Master." Keri repeated. "I'm not sure I understand." Scott. "If my answer does not please you Master, you may punish me in any way you see fit, it is my pleasure to be taught how to serve you better Master." Keri said, not looking up from the floor. Keri & Scott Scott stared at her in bewilderment. He felt a thrill of excitement every time she called him Master. He looked at the shoe box full of toys. He looked back down at her. "Well, I think it's going to be a long night. Look at me." He said. Keri looked up instantly into his eyes. Her eyes were bright as she regarded him. She smiled at him shyly. He returned the smile with a smile of his own that soon broke into a grin. "Well Slave, what do you think, will it be a long night?" He asked. "Oh yes Master, I am looking forward to every minute of it." Any feedback is greatly appreciated, thank you. Keri at the Edgewater We were outside on the rear deck of Edgewater, the bar where my work had planned their monthly drinking binge. It was night and Keri was drunk. The rest of the staff were pretty lit too, but she was close to that point where you would feel that you were taking advantage of her if she came on to you. She was petite; small hands and feet on a five foot three frame. She had recently lost a tremendous amount of weight thanks to an elliptical she had saved up for. Her auburn hair was straight and thin, shiny no matter where you were. Her face was cute; a button nose and thin lips that curled into a devilish smile when you said something dirty. Her eyes were brown and sweet, light brown that glowed when the sun hit them. I was doomed from the start when I met her. Married to a moron, she walked through tragedy after tragedy with the poise of a Zen master. She was a real person, down to earth and willing to give her time to anyone. Keri was the type of girl that many boys dreamt about at night in high school, the girl that talked to everyone, no matter their rank in the pecking order. I had a girlfriend that was a rebound that hung on too long. Keri would listen to me bitch about her, all the while hiding the fact that her own love life was a mess. One of my co-workers told me that that Keri would count the ceiling tiles while her husband made love to her. I laughed as they said this, but in my head I saw Keri dripping with sweat and calling out my name. I wanted her. Plain and simple. It wasn't an overriding obsession; I had hooked up with another co-worker after I had dumped off the rebound garbage. But, it was always there in my mind. So here she was, drunk at a staff outing and giggling next to me. She loved the movie The Prestige, so we had begun talking about it. Along the way, I cracked enough jokes to keep her occupied and happy. I genuinely enjoyed her company. She could make a room full of stockbrokers at ease with her presence. So, Keri was drunk and separated from her loser husband that should be shot for letting a girl like this go. And here I was, dying to kiss her. She did have that look in her eyes; the look that guys pass off as being their imagination, the same look that could end up badly and awkward if one acted on it and it was wrong. I felt my pulse quicken and my stomach churn as she continued to stare at me with that look. Was it that look? "I never noticed, John, you've got a brown speckle in your right eye," she said. It wasn't what I had expected. My dream of kissing her evaporated as I suddenly realized that I was misinterpreting her stare. "Um, yeah," I said. "I didn't mean to make you feel all self-conscious," she said as she stared in again. "You didn't. I see it every morning I wake up. No problem, Keri." "Can I look closer?" she asked, with a hint of that damned devilish grin. Now I was just plain confused. Was she fucking with me? Was she hitting on me? Or, more likely, was she just plain drunk? "Sure,but it'll cost ya," I kidded. She didn't laugh. She just leaned in closer to get a better angle. It had been a long time since a woman had been this close to me. Her breath was hot, smelling of beer and mint gum. Her perfume was fresh, like some fruity pear spray from bath and body. The harsh floodlights exposed every blemish of her face to me; a sight of a woman with several laugh lines forming as the years wore on. Also, there was a little scar on her right cheek, maybe a quarter of an inch long. She still looked breath-taking. If this was the worst she could look, than she was truly an angel. He pores were small, and her color even and slightly flushed from the booze. I could feel myself begin to harden. I was always embarrassed of this unfortunate consequence, so I stooped over a bit. By doing so, I leaned in closer to dear, little Keri. She smiled and leaned in closer to me. Did she want a kiss? I knew I did, but what if she didn't? Things would be strange the next time we worked together. Next thing I knew, her hand was on my chest. My heart pounded with nervous anticipation as I realized that I had the green light. "Well?" she asked. I grabbed her quickly as if my time would run out. I put my hands softly around her neck and rubbed the base of her thin jaw line. Her skin was soft and inviting. I started to think of other parts of her I wished to touch. My lips met with hers, parting and gliding across each other. It was the most amazing kiss I have ever experienced. She was truly like kissing a goddess; someone not of this place. My tongue danced slowly across hers and in to her awaiting mouth. She wrapped her hands around me as we continued our kiss. It was slow and deep, rolling and wet. Her taste was minty and sweet; her embrace was warm and arousing. I had forgotten all about my erection until now. As she pressed into me, her breasts caressed my chest. I moaned into her mouth as her breasts pressed into me. I felt embarrassment warm me, but only for a moment. She moaned back and grabbed me tightly to her. He hips pressed into me as our tongues continued to dance around inside of each other's mouths. He hips ground into me as my hand slid down her neck and to her back. Suddenly, I realized where we were. We were secluded enough, but if one of our co-workers made an errant turn, we would be caught. "We need more privacy," I whispered in her ear. "Why, you think we might get naughty?" she purred, her head tilted up in a smile to look me in the eyes. "Do you want to get caught by our co-workers?" I said bluntly. Her face changed. She understood completely. "My truck. Let's go," she said as she dragged me by the hand back into the bar and out the front to the parking lot. We scampered for her Durango, giggling like kids. She deactivated the alarm and we jumped in the back. Thank God that her truck was pinned on both sides by giant pick-ups. I knew that we'd be rocking the hell out of it soon. "I've wanted you a long time," I gasped as we began to strip. "Same here," she hissed as she pulled my shirt off. Her body was warm and soft, perfectly ready for me. The light from the parking lot reflected off of every curve on her body. I smelled her sweet arousal as I pulled off her jeans. I paused and pulled back, admiring her form. She was thin, yet had a small belly, not a bulge, but some curve at the edge of her torso. Her bra was red and padded, cupping her breasts gently. Her panties were pale pink and a little loose, exposing parts of her that tantalized me. "What's wrong?" she asked, misinterpreting the pause. "Oh, God, nothing at all, I'm just admiring you. You're beautiful!" I gasped. She grinned, beaming ear to ear in sincerity. She grabbed me and moved on top of me, kissing me deep as her pelvis ground into me. I was left in only my boxers, she was in her bra and panties. I felt like I was in high school; rolling around in the back of a car with her. As we kissed, she moved her hand down my stomach, gently caressing me through my boxers. He breathing elevated as she went inside the fly. I moaned as her hand grabbed me and began to move up and down on me. I made my way down her back with my hands, feeling every muscle rippling as she moved. I stopped at her bottom and gently tickled it. She giggled and squeezed me. "Careful, I got you in the palm of my hands," she said as she kissed me deeply. I was drowning in her, releasing myself for the wave that was Keri. I felt her hair all around my face, cocooning me until there was only her and I in the world. She kept working her hand up and down on me for a while as we kissed. I gathered the courage to go further with my hands and slid them down around her bottom, squeezing her tenderly. She moaned in my mouth and slipped her head away from me, sliding down between my legs. My heart pounded n anticipation as she pulled down my briefs. I flinched a bit when she snapped the waist band, Giggling, she took me into her mouth and began working me with her tongue. Each lick, each caress and kiss of her lips, burned me deeper. I wanted her more than I have ever wanted anyone I my life. We knew each other intuitively, as if we had done this before. I began to remove her bra as she kept pace. Releasing it, I ran my hands under her and gently squeezed her breasts. They were perky, yet soft and tender. Apparently she enjoyed what I was doing; her attention to me increased. I felt each stroke of her mouth and hands as we continued our tryst. I felt myself closing in on the climax. I wasn't sure what to do; it felt so good but I wanted to pleasure her. "I'm getting close," I said. She moaned. "Should I stop?" I said. "No" she said with me still in her mouth. I lay back and let her finish me. I had stared at those lips of hers for at least a year now. I always wondered what they would feel like on me. In truth, it was beyond anything I had imagined. She was expert, as if knowing exactly what I liked. I felt myself begin to tingle and tighten up. Pleasure exploded through out my body as I called out her name. I came in a fire I had seldom ever felt as she slipped me as deep in as she could go. I gasped as I kept on coming. It was incredible, amazing, and perfect; it was pure pleasure. As I finished, she swallowed, looking up at me with burning eyes. She came alive and pounced on me, kissing me hard. She still tasted of mint! I was pleasantly surprised. "My turn," I said as I grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. "Wait," she said. What's wrong?" I asked. "Look, it's been a long time since anyone besides my ex-" she started. "I know. Please let me do this, I want you to feel good," I finished. After a moment, she nodded, looking nervously at me as I kissed my way down her sweet flesh. As I licked her neck, I felt her fingers dig slightly into my back. I gasped from the shock. "Sorry," she said. "I like it," I mumbled as I began to lick her breasts. I rubbed my head between them, inhaling deeply as I licked her nipples. Her softness and warmth consumed me, exciting me. It was as if I was made to pleasure her. I kissed her and ran my tongue across her chest slowly, teasing her. She arched her back and purred with pleasure. I almost giggled, sensing her nervousness passing. Making my way down her body, I marveled at her form. The shadows danced across her belly and outlined her mound hidden under her pink panties.I leaned in and put my lips on them, exhaling a soft breeze of hot air. "Oh, my God," she gasped and arched her back again. Smiling to myself, I inhaled her scent; her body mixed with peaches. Something in me rose to the surface, something primal. Lust is an ugly word, but maybe it was lust. I felt consumed by her scent, as if I had been hunting her and now she was in my grasp. My mouth watered as I slipped her panties to the side. She glistened for me. She wanted me. I licked her gently and spread her, caressing this secret place within her. I fell in love with her taste, selfishly catching as much of her as I could. I slowly pressed a finger inside of her, making her moan my name loudly. I said her name in return as I continued to pleasure her. I was stunned at this whole turn of events. I had desired Keri for a long time, and now all of my fantasizing was coming true. It was a precious moment, one that I will never forget. She began to tremble as she twisted her hands through my hair. Her soft moans increased in tempo and volume as my tongue and fingers explored her. My nose was tickled by a thin line of pubic hair that was neatly trimmed into a square. I sniffed it, inhaling her deep into my lungs. This was the essence of Keri that I alone was allowed to experience. She was getting close. I could feel her tightening on my finger. I reached into her and curled my finger up, rubbing her quickly. I increased my pace to match her arousal. "Holy shit!" she gasped as she bounced up and down, screaming in the throes of passion. Her climax was amazing; Keri's raw sexuality cracked through the final pieces of her calm façade, exploding right in front of me. I gasped as she continued to come and come. I kept my tongue and finger on her as she squirmed and squealed beneath me. I felt myself harden again, ready for more. Eventually, she gently guided me away and brought me up to kiss her. Her tongue stabbed at my mouth as her hands pressed down on my head. We kissed for a bit and then she sat up. "Holy shit, I haven't felt like that in a long time. Jesus Christ, where did you learn that?" she asked as she rolled on top of me. "I just wanted to make you feel like you deserve to feel. You're such a good person. You should feel that way all the time," I said as I looked into her eyes. "My God, we should have done this a long time ago," she said. "I wish I had the courage to," I said as I ran my fingers through her hair. We lay in silence for what seemed like years, soaking each other in, holding onto each other as if there was nothing else in the world. I was still hard and ready for what ever came next. She suddenly noticed it. "Do you want to?" she asked. "Only if you do," I said. "Are you playing a game with me?" she asked coyly. "Keri, I only want to be a gentleman to you. You are too special to be treated any other way," I said as I stared deep into the oceans in her eyes. She sniffled suddenly as her eyes pooled up. "What's wrong?" I asked, alarmed. "Absolutely nothing. Nothing at all," She said as she slipped her hand down and guided me inside. I felt her warmth consume me as I thrust in and out. Making love to Keri was an incredible feeling. Our bodies fit perfectly as our hands explored each other. I was in awe of her beauty, in awe of her charity. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. As she arched her back while riding me, I moved my hands up to her breasts and squeezed. She tossed her mane and looked up to the ceiling, smiling with delight. "You're amazing, Keri," I whispered. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she ground harder into me. I felt a welling of my own as I stared in rapture at her. I was not meant for a woman like this. I was truly unworthy, yet she had chosen me anyway. Our passion grew as we began to climax together, screaming each other's names through our quickened breath. I felt myself erupt within her as she clenched herself tight around me. I kissed her deeply as we finished, collapsing into each other's arms. "I can't believe this," I whispered into her ear. "What?" she answered. "You choosing me," I said. "You serious? I used to fantasize about you," She said. "No way, I don't believe it." "I swear. You're not as ugly as you may think you are," She said as she looked into my eyes. "Well, now what?" I asked, avoiding the topic of my low self-esteem. "We should get back. G knows what they're thinking." "I guess so. Man, I'm thirsty." "Me too," she said, smiling. Keri and I got dressed and walked hand-in-hand back to the bar. We looked around at all the drunk and vacant faces, faces of our co-workers completely unaware of what had just transpired. We ordered Pepsis and sat as close as co-workers could get without drawing attention. "Keri, this wasn't just a one night thing, was it?" I asked. "Not at all, you're too good in the sack," she joked. "Seriously," I said. "I think you and I have something," she said as she kissed me quickly on the cheek. So, Keri and I have the staff party at the Edgewater to thank for one amazing evening. As we talked away, one by one the staff said goodbye and staggered off to their homes. When the bar lights went on and the bartenders packed it in, we went back to her apartment. Hopefully, She was going to still be interested in the morning. Keri Gone Wild Having just completed my sophomore year at a large Midwestern university, I was home for the summer and enjoying the break from the books. My name is Aaron Clark. My sister Keri turned eighteen in April and was a recent High School graduate, completing this phase of her education with Dean's List grades and plans to follow me to the same college. Though she had been accepted to some colleges with higher standards, she loved the campus. Anyway, that's not the key to this story. The key to the story? I discovered within days of returning home after finals that she had an appetite for the herbal remedy. She found my stash in my sock drawer and I caught her pilfering. I was okay with it and we actually ended up partaking together after Mom went to sleep that night. We laughed, told stories of partying and left it at that. Within the next week I was out of the herbal remedy. Upon sharing this bit of bad news with Keri, I also told her I had no trustworthy source around our home town to acquire a fresh supply. To my surprise, Keri told me she could lend a hand. She had been watching two kids for a divorced neighbor (Mr. Tyson) three houses up the street for the previous two years -- the divorced father of the two young children kept his own supply in a tobacco canister in his bedroom. Apparently she was snooping around one night and came across the poorly hidden stash and occasionally helped herself. Just small amounts at a time to avoid suspicion. Keri watched the kids every Thursday night when Mr. Tyson played softball. He owned a small but thriving construction company and most of the players on the team worked for him. In any case, she usually went to his house at 6:00pm, fed the kids dinner, entertained them until 9:00pm and off to bed they went. They were well trained and were sound asleep by 9:30pm every night. The day my stash ran dry was a Thursday and Keri suggested I come up the Mr. Tyson's house about 10:00pm and we could pinch a small amount of his stuff. As scheduled, I went to the house and lightly knocked on the patio sliding door at 10:00pm. She let me in, told me the kids were totally crashed and had me to follow her to the master bedroom where Mr. Tyson kept his "not-so-well-hidden" stash. Following her, I took note of her well shaped body and tastefully tacky summer attire. Keri is pretty short at about five foot one inch, but has a compact build. Her toned legs, compact ass and top heavy figure would be hard to miss any time. This evening she was wearing a bright yellow tube top and black cotton shorts that were not too tight but snug. I never really had fantasies about her but it dawned on me how her tits were really accented by the tube top. She had a graceful stride to go with an athletic build and long blonde hair to the middle of her back. Her obsession with tanning year round did not hurt a bit either. Still, I spent more time scoping out her friends and tried not to let my warped sexual appetite focus shift in her direction. Once she let me in the house and we were in Mr. Tyson's bedroom, we went right to his stash and proceeded to sneak a small amount for our pleasure. Then I heard the downstairs door open and close. Bad deal. Mr. Tyson was home early! Keri told me he never arrived home until midnight, considering he always took the team out for beers after the game. Not this time. We panicked. I had no easy escape and we did NOT want to get caught in his bedroom. Keri was frantic. She ushered my to the large walk in closet and whispered to me to hide there and wait until she could get him out on the deck. Once she had him outside, I would make my escape via another side door and high tail it home. Seemed like a good plan and we had no choice. Keri scampered from the bedroom into the living room as Mr. Tyson made his way up the stairs. He noticed her her leaving the bedroom as she entered the living room. I overheard him ask Keri what she was doing in his bedroom. I give her credit. She kept her cool and just told him she needed to use the bathroom. He seemed to buy her story. I heard him rummaging in the kitchen and thought I heard him opening a beer. I barely heard him tell Keri he was going to change out of his softball uniform and then pay her. I was hoping she would get him out on the deck beforehand but he was in the bedroom within seconds. I peeked from the closet and was relieved to see he was getting shorts and a tank top from a dresser next to his king size bed. I was NOT relieved when he discovered the top to his tobacco container on the bed. He knew she was doing something other than using the bathroom. I could see from my hiding place he was mad about her deception. He did not saying anything at first but he was pacing at the foot of the bed and then stopped and removed his softball jersey and shorts. The guy was major league built. At about six foot two and maybe two hundred pounds, he clearly had the construction worker body. Big arms, broad chest and running back thighs. I figured him to be about forty years old age-wise but built like a guy in his mid twenties. I am not one to admire men but I felt a bit inadequate seeing him stripped to his underwear. The man was carrying very little body fat and lots of muscle from his occupation. I cringed when he pulled a fresh pair of briefs from another dresser drawer and then took off his spandex sports underwear. He briefly turned toward the closet and I was further intimidated to see his endowment. Even while not sporting and erection his cock was long and thick, matching the rest of his build. Before slipping into his fresh briefs he took a handful of lotion from a dispenser near the bed and massaged it into his legs, midsection and his cock. The process was not one I cared to witness but I was a captive audience. It was impossible to miss the result of rubbing the lotion on his cock as is grew semi-erect. He finally stepped into his briefs, shorts and pulled on the tank top. Strangely, he paused and then removed the tank top and began pacing again. His actions overall seemed to take a lifetime but I suppose no more than a few minutes transpired. He started pacing again and then called to Keri to come into the bedroom. From the dark closet I could see Keri enter the doorway and stop. Mr. Tyson firmly asked her if she had been into his tobacco can. She hesitated initially. I heard her sheepishly admit she indeed had opened it and taken a small amount of his stash. Keri apologized and proceeded to say how it was in both their interests to forget about it. She implied he would not win any points ratting her out since he was the one who had the illegal stash in his house. He told her he was willing to keep it quiet but he was also clear in sharing his disappointment about her taking what did not belong to her. At this point I was feeling some relief. It seemed Keri was off the hook - she suggested she would feel better relocating to the deck until he was ready to pay her for the night. Mr. Tyson had other plans. He said the discussion was not over. Standing at the foot of the bed, he ordered Keri to come further into the room, take the bottle of skin lotion and lend her assistance in applying it to his back. She really had little choice considering the situation. What harm would it do? They both had a vested interest in keeping things quiet and from her vantage point he was not a bad looking guy. In fact he was way better looking than the scrawny guys she had dated in recent months. Keri advanced into the room and grabbed to lotion from the nightstand near the bed. Even hidden in the closet I sensed her apprehension as Mr. Tyson sat on the corner of the bed with his back to Keri. She quickly glanced toward the closet, shrugged her shoulders in surrender and moved to sit behind Mr. Tyson on the edge of the bed. She was a bit flustered when she dispensed the lotion into her right palm and appeared to get an extra large handful of the cream by accident. Nevertheless, she rubbed into her hands and began applying it to Mr. Tyson's upper back and his broad shoulders. His immediate response was a groan of pleasure at her touch. I was reluctantly getting turned on watching my eighteen year old sister involuntarily rubbing this guy. No words were exchanged during the first minute or so. I was stunned to see Keri get another handful of lotion without any prompting from Mr. Tyson. She was doing more than just applying it now. She was actually massaging it into his muscular back -- his head had dropped forward in response. Mr. Tyson was in a blissful state from the soothing nature of her touch. Time seemed to stand still as Keri went from a reluctant servant to an enthusiastic pleasure giver. I could hear her humming softly while Mr. Tyson quietly expressed how good she was. He slowly moved from his position on the corner of the bed and lay face down across the bed, his move leaving no doubt of his desire to have Keri continue the massage. Whether she forgot about me hunkering in the dark closet, I could not tell at first. She moved to kneel by his side and then glanced again to the closet I was not visible to her, in spite of the fact I could surely see her every move and facial expression. Keri did not appear to be taking any steps to influence Mr. Tyson from his location. She simply continued the lotion massage, proceeding to do his entire back. She worked her hands into the deep muscular lumbar region of Mr. Tyson's back. To my shock he casually raised his hips and Keri tugged his cotton shorts midway down his hips. What was she doing? Instead of putting more lotion in her palm, she applied several small beads of it to his cheeks and tenderly rubbed in the lotion. She was still humming some vague tune. Mr. Tyson was enjoying the moment, no doubt. Oddly enough, Keri seemed to be enjoying it a lot more than I figured she should be. I sensed the event was about over as Mr. Tyson started to awaken from the stupor of the incredible massage. He raised his upper body, bracing himself on his forearms. He voiced a low toned mumbling of happiness then deftly turned onto his back, occupying the same space. I could not see Keri's face and therefore had no way of knowing her expression. She must have gotten uncomfortable kneeling in the same position -- she moved off the bed slowly then moved to the other side of Mr. Tyson. He did not make any request for her to stay on the bed. Why had she decided to get up and then kneel back down on the other side? Well, with her knew position I could now see her face and she was not making any attempt to get him off the bed or out on the deck. This was not the plan. Mr. Tyson reached over his head and grabbed a pillow. He lifted his head and made himself quite comfortable with the pillow. He was basically staring at Keri, running his eyes over her, taking inventory of her nubile build. I was wide-eyed having a hard time comprehending the scene. Keri offered no objection as he raised his right arm and caressed her slender neck. His hand ventured lower, his thick fingers slipping into the elastic of Keri's tube top. He paused, give her a moment to decline his advance. Her lack of movement or comment was consent enough as he pulled her flimsy summer top to her waist. Her gaze was not blank -- it was encouraging and inviting. What a sight. Her breasts were much fuller than I envisioned when she had on the tube top or even her conservative bikinis. The effort Keri put into tanning was yet more prominent as her tits where very pale in contrast to the mocha tan complexion. Putting the entire picture further over the top were her nipples. They were deep pink, slightly upturned -- and obviously flushed. She was actually turned on, looking down at her own chest with no shame at all. Mr. Tyson was transfixed in the moment and was content to admire her ripeness. Not for long. Without wasting a breath with clever words, Mr. Tyson effortlessly sat up and moved to the bed as Keri remained motionless, her top still bunched at her waist. The only movement I discerned from her were her eyes following Mr. Tyson as he stood at the foot of the bed and removed his gym shorts. He remained in navy blue briefs giving Keri plenty of time to wonder about the concealed cock in the mans form fitting underwear. Keri started to turn her head toward the closet but caught herself, avoiding any chance of giving my presence away. I easily detected her dilemma. She wanted to take things further but must surely have been torn with the aspect of doing anything in full view of me, her big brother. I wanted to give my self up to save her from her awkward position. I did not. I was too engrossed to intercede while fascinated by her sexuality. Keri hesitated. Mr. Tyson also appeared to be unsure of himself and his next move. My mind went upside down when Keri sacrificed Mr. Tyson from making his own decision. She took the initiative, reaching her well manicured fingers to his waist, then to the elastic. I looked to her face, conflict written all over it as she anxiously bite her lower lip in indecision. She gave in to the moment and raised to her knees in a fluid motion, keeping her fingers partially tucked into the elastic. I have to say her naked DD cup tits were defying gravity as much as Mr. Tyson's erection was in the cramped briefs. There was no more hesitation. Keri reached well under the elastic band and pulled it up and out to give the man's cock room to escape with no chance to catching in the elastic or the fabric. I dawned on me she had done this at least once before with the considerate motion she executed . She could not contain herself any more, pulling the briefs down in a swift but controlled motion. I heard Mr. Tyson gasp from the sensation of being no longer painfully restrained -- just as I heard a gasp from Keri as she cowered at his vein mapped organ. As Mr. Tyson stood quietly before her, Keri unconsciously was slowly was shaking her head in small side-to-side motions. I sensed her gesture was not an indication to stop, but more an expression of bewilderment. Perhaps she had some experience with other men but not of Mr. Tyson's stature. This was unchartered territory for Keri. Her experience with men or "boys" was limited to just a few and those few were not exceptional. Mr. Tyson was stunning. In perspective it should not have been surprising that his cock was long and very, very thick. In fact, it was pretty much consistent with the rest of his build. I was holding my breath with the whole sequence of events, not to mention the almost deviant shape and size of his cock. He had obviously taken extra measures to trim the hair surrounding his cock. His self grooming only accentuated the thing. Even as his cock flexed and contracted , I was kind of scared for Keri. He was way longer than me and thick -- real thick. The freakish aspect - it seemed to be so much thicker halfway down to the base. The head, just moments after being freed, just seemed to expand more and more. Mr. Tyson seemed almost embarrassed of his appearance. I hoped the situation would just stop and they would just concede it was a big mistake and avoid a regret filled future. This feeling was not shared by my sister. She moved like a cat from the bed and turned, almost pushed Mr. Tyson to the bed, the momentum causing him to literally fall heavily to his back. Keri became aggressive, positioning him, pulling his body so his lower legs were hanging off the bed with his feet off the side facing toward the closet, his head on the other side, away from the closet. Keri was shuddering, overwhelmed in the context of what she was doing and the fact she was too far gone to stop. She reached for the pillow which had just minutes ago been under Mr. Tyson's head. She fumbled it somewhat as she shoved at at his hips from the side. Mr. Tyson instinctively raised his hips and she slid it evenly under his cheeks. He complied and lowered his hips to the pillow. His excessive cock was even more intimidating this way. I felt almost like Keri was being obnoxious to me by taking the extra step with the pillow, subjecting me to her garish lack of control. So it seemed. I realized she was not out of control at all. She knelt near his chest still in her shorts, but with the tube top discarded to the floor. She faced his feet and moved her upper body forward, placing her hands a few inches on each side of his elevated hips. I think she was really in her own world and neglected to take into account I was seeing her hovering over Mr. Tyson exposed so blatantly. Her head moved down -- her lips just grazing the surface of his hairless upper abdominal region. Struggling at first, she worked her tongue beneath the head of his cock like a spatula. She maneuvered the head off his stomach taking the his swollen thing in her lips. Her thick hair obscured my view. She actually stopped -- she allowed his cock to fall from her saliva smeared mouth -- she was unhappy to have her hair in the way of her target. Taking one step off the bed, Keri picked up the tube top and worked it over her head, arranging her hair within the top -- using the tube top to hold her thick mane of hair like a shower cap. Soon she was back on the bed again, resuming the position. Mr. Tyson groaned in relief when she continued where she left off. She was now facing directly at me, her eyes looking strait down at his balls as she commenced a slow pace of riding her mouth over his head and just an inch or so down his shaft. Any sense of inhibition was gone. On the contrary, she was frantic. She was immersed in her endeavor, saliva pouring out of her lips flooding his shaft and splattering his balls and thighs. Mr. Tyson was flexing his thighs with the commotion, raising his hips and cock in reaction to her head movement. Keri was not willing to give him any latitude and repositioned herself, her hands firmly on his upper thighs to immobilize this thrusts. The slight shift forward gave her a more greedy hunger as well as a better angle to take him deeper. No longer content with taking it slow, she hiked her tempo and decided to forgo her comfort level in the interest of trying to do what she never tried before. I estimated his cock was a minimum of nine inches in length -- certainly much longer that the cocks she sucked previously. The greater obstacle was the sheer thickness, the increasing diameter from the fat head to the base of the man's cock. If size really matters, he would matter BIG time. It was then I believe Keri rediscovered she had me as an audience. She went from being engrossed in the cock sucking pleasure to being visibly startled as she shifted slightly and locked her eyes on the dark closet. She could not see me at all but she absolutely knew of my presence. Her realization complete, she regained her courage. In fact, her awareness of my stealth mode in the closet may have inspired her in a absurd way. Instead of taking a more reserved approach, she accelerated her efforts. She no longer locked her gaze on Mr. Tyson's semen swollen ball, she gave her entire sight line to the closet doorway. Throwing self forward more and more, Keri openly submitted to giving me a revealing performance of her deep passion. Mr. Tyson was a big man but was frustrated by Keri's strength and leverage to hold him down as she took his cock in and out, over and over, pausing only to get a full breath when she was in need of more air. She had the man's cock so deep the saliva was as thick as pudding, sagging in a long gelatin band as she heaved for air. At the peak of her blind mission she was moving so hard and fast -- she felt a bizarre sense of achievement. She had gone beyond her own preconceived capacity, taking the entire cock into her face. From the meaty head to the widening base of Mr. Tyson's cock, Keri was in a selfish state of whorish pride. Keri Gone Wild Mr. Tyson was at the end of his self control and was soaked in his own sweat and Keri's saliva. He was not content to come in her mouth but decided it was his turn to take her the way HE wanted. He pushed her roughly to the side and his cock dislodged from her mouth and she lost balance as fell to the floor. Mr. Tyson moved from the bed and easily lifted Keri from the floor, tossing her back on the bed, on her back. He positioned Keri so sideways on the bed, her head facing the closet. He took the lotion and dispensed it directly on the breasts, spreading it with his hands as she lay there stunned and exhausted, her heavy tits sweat soaked and rising and falling as she panted heavily. He climbed over her, kneeling so he could straddle her chest. He sandwiched her full tits together and rode his cock into the forced cleavage. The pace of his pumping hips went directly to fast and hard. She was totally letting him tit fuck her. Even with his huge hands smashing her tits around his baboon like cock, I could see her nipples distended and turning red with the abuse. Within thirty seconds he shuddered, leaned back and was about to explode -- Keri grabbed his vein ridden shaft with her right hand and savagely pumped him. Her hand could not attain any true grip with the lotion, sweat and saliva mixed all over. As he started to cum, the head of his already massive cock expanded at lest another inch. The volume of semen was so excessive Keri was shaking her head from side to side as it flooded her eyes and nostrils. The volume was shocking as was the thick heavy paste-like nature of his semen. She was concerned at first as Mr. Tyson collapsed on her, his cock still oozing thick beads pools of semen. He had emptied his cum tanks to the max and she was disoriented with the cum laying in almost criss-crossed patterns on her tits, neck and face. Seeing the cum coagulated on her tan was too erotic to describe. I left the closet as soon as Mr. Tyson staggered to the master bath and entered the shower. Keri quickly took the opportunity after I bolted from the closet, grabbed her top and put it on without taking any time to clean off her tits or anything. She was home within minutes after me, entering through the back door as I did. Her top was soaked with the semen and she seemed oblivious to the thick layers still in her hair. She quietly approached me in the hallway and gave a sheepish smile. She was blushing deeply and asked if I asked if I closed my eyes to the escapade. I returned the smile and said nothing, averting my gaze to het mouth and then her soaked tube top. Her nipples, still erect, were protruding visibly in the semen saturated yellow top. I took a deep breath and looked tback to her eyes. Oh my God, she was staring at my shorts. I realized the herbal remedy was tucked in my pocket so we said nothing more and just enjoyed the aftermath. The next day, Keri and I had an in depth chat. Read the next edition SOON! Keri Is So Very... aLife sometimes throws some pretty serious curves your way. Sometimes they're bad, sometimes they're good, and sometimes they're freakin' great! You'll see what I mean when I'm done telling you what happened to me the summer after I graduated from high school. I was your average eighteen year-old guy. I loved partying with my buddies and getting laid as much as I could, which was never often enough, of course because guys are basically walking hard-ons at that age(and beyond). I think I grew up to be fairly well-adjusted for someone who watched his parents bicker and fight most of his childhood. I got along well with both of my parents but after they finally decided to call it quits I chose to live with my dad. Little did I know what a good decision that would turn out to be. He remarried within a year of his divorce being final and although I thought it was pretty soon to be getting married again, I can't say that I blamed him. Her name was Keri. She was a thirty-three year-old auburn-haired beauty that looked like an older version of Megan Fox, but with better curves thanks to her great hips, ass, and cosmetically enhanced boobs. Nothing too big, like those huge porn star tits, just perfectly sized for her figure. The best part is that she likes to show off her killer body. I swear she doesn't own anything that isn't snug-fitting and/or doesn't show some cleavage. Being your regular hormone-charged teenager I snuck peeks of her every chance I got but she was always careful to close her bedroom door when she changed so I was never lucky enough to catch her naked. She'd given me a fair share of boners and I swear sometimes it seemed like she knew exactly what she was doing. Being that she was a bit younger than my dad, and looked and acted like she was still in her twenties, she didn't seem much like a Stepmom. She was more like an older sister or college-aged friend. She was easy to talk to and I think she appreciated that I would sometimes come to her and seek advice regarding girls. Late one night I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and spotted Keri's iPhone charging on the counter. Seeing it reminded me she had recently taken a picture of me and Courtney, the girl I was seeing at the time. I unplugged the phone and turned it on so I could see how the shot turned out. I got into the pictures and found the one I was looking for after scanning through the first few shots. Although I rarely think I look good in pictures I have to say that one turned out pretty well. Feeling nosy, I kept scanning through the pictures on Keri's iPhone and almost dropped it when I got to one that showed her kissing a hot friend of hers named Joanne. And I don't mean some lame peck on the cheek; they were full-on, open-mouthed French kissing. I continued to go thorough the next few pictures and they featured Keri, Joanne, and a couple of Keri's other friends named Christine and Andie. All of them are beautiful brunettes with great bodies. God knows I've drooled over them all plenty at pool parties we've had at our house. They like to go out dancing and drinking once in a while and from what I was seeing in the pictures on Keri's iPhone they were VERY close friends. I didn't recognize the place where the pictures were taken but it looked to be in someone's living room. It seemed like some kind of sexy slumber party, with all of the girls in some form of nightie and silky sheets and pillows spread out on the floor. For as much as they seemed to be hamming it up for the camera, and at times even dressed in a costume or two, it definitely didn't look like they were simply posing for pictures. They were all getting it on and took turns being the photographer. I especially liked one where Andie was dressed as a girl scout standing in front of Keri(who was on her knees wearing only a thong) feeding her a cookie in one hand while massaging her naked breast with the other. After the initial shock of my discovery wore off, my first thought was, "Does Dad know about this?" There were quite a few pictures and I, of course, had to look at them all. My hands were shaking as I scanned through the forbidden images, all the while scared that Keri was going to walk into the kitchen at any moment. I didn't want to get caught looking but I also couldn't stop until I had seen every last one of them. After I got to the last one I just stood there. My mind was racing, trying to process what I had just stumbled upon and what I should do next. It didn't take long to decide that I needed to have the pictures for my own "use" so I sent every last one of them to my e-mail account. When I was done sending the pictures I turned Keri's iPhone off and plugged it back into the charging cord. I finally got my glass of water and hurried to my room to check my e-mail. After firing up my laptop computer I accessed my e-mail account and sure as shit, there they were. Every last glorious, flesh-filled photo. I saved them to my hard drive then deleted the e-mails they came in to cover my tracks. I wanted to see the bigger versions of the pictures that would show up on my computer screen(MUCH better than a small cell phone screen) so I clicked on one of the pictures in the file folder I created and it popped up. I had it run through the shots as a slideshow and scooted back onto my bed, with my back against the wall, and just watched as I got to look at those women in all their glory in greater detail than I saw before. I don't think my hard-on went away the whole time I was looking at the pictures in the kitchen and it was in no danger or shrinking any time soon. I watched the pictures fade in and fade out. They changed from Andie and Jo-Lynn, wearing their nighties, sandwiching Keri who was laying on her back with hers opened up, the girls' mouths covering each of Keri's nipples, to Andie and Keri completely naked on their sides, facing each other, kissing, to a close-up of Keri's face between Andie's legs, tongue out, licking her pussy, and so on. They weren't professional quality photos by any means, they were after all taken by someone's cell phone, if not the iPhone I got them from. Whatever detail they lacked just made it even better because it left a little to the imagination, even though they were fully nude in the shots. As I continued to watch my Stepmom and her friends kissing, sucking, and licking each other in the images that flashed by, I pushed my shorts down and began stroking my thick, rock-hard seven-inch cock. I was so hot by now I knew it wouldn't take very long to make myself cum but I tried to prolong the pleasure as long as I could, slowly moving my hand up my throbbing shaft, over the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head, and slowly back down to the base. I stroked up and down, my grip getting slightly tighter as I went, until I was practically choking my cock. I held my breath as I felt myself reach the edge and took myself over it, exhaling as I coaxed thick jets of cum out onto my stomach and chest. After I emptied myself I got up from the bed and wiped the cum off my stomach with a t-shirt and turned my laptop off. I didn't sleep well that night, with all those images still running through my head when I closed my eyes. Every time I saw Keri after finding those pictures all I could see were shots of her naked with her friends. It seemed like I had a hard-on every time I was in the room with her for very long. I became obsessed. I masturbated to those pictures EVERY DAY. Even when I was having sex with Courtney, who was a tight-bodied eighteen year-old blonde with firm but smallish tits, it was one of those four women, or a combination of them, who I was fantasizing about while doing it. I tried not to be around Keri all that much because it drove me crazy so I stayed with Courtney or at friends' houses a lot. A couple weeks went by and my dad switched from a swing shift to graveyards, which paid more, and he asked that I stay home more often to make sure Keri was safe. She tended to get a little scared if she was home by herself so I agreed to help out by staying home. I usually hung out in my room but at least I was there to make Keri feel safer and investigate any strange noises that she heard outside at night. Now I was forced to hang out at home. So much for my sanity. A short time later Keri went out dancing with her friends. My Dad went off to work a while later. Instead of going out myself, I decided to stay home and help myself to some of the alcohol in the house and maybe watch a movie or two. Or should I say sit in front of the TV while a couple movies played because I wasn't really paying much attention to the DVD's that were on. Since Keri was out partying with the friends that were in the pictures on her phone, all I could focus on were the thoughts and visions in my head. Were they somewhere taking more pictures? Were they grinding against each other, feeling each other up, and making out on the dance floor? I resisted the urge to relieve the bulge in my pants and just gulped down more Southern Comfort and Coke, polishing off three or four of increasing strength by the time Keri came stumbling through the door at around two-thirty in the morning. Someone else had been the designated driver for the group, which was good because Keri was obviously in no condition to drive. She plopped down on the couch and I could immediately tell she was drunk because she was pretty chatty and was slurring her words a bit. After a few minutes Keri said she was tired, hot, and sweaty from dancing all night and wanted to take a shower before going to bed. She got up unsteadily from the couch and came over to where I was sitting. She leaned down to give me a goodnight peck on the cheek and as she came closer my eyes were fixed on her swaying mounds. She was so hammered that she nearly fell into my lap. I caught Keri before she toppled down onto me and helped he get upright as she giggled some more and slurred, "Goodnight, Ryan," and shuffled off to her bedroom. As Keri disappeared down the hallway I got up and made one last drink. I planned to go to bed myself after downing it but before I did anything else I needed to pee. I headed to the hallway bathroom when I heard the master bathroom shower go on. After I relieved myself I heard the master bathroom glass shower door click shut. I looked down the hallway and noticed Keri's bedroom door was open. In her drunkenness she had failed to shut the door. I was already pretty worked up from thinking about her all night, so I did what any ultra-horny eighteen year-old would do: I went to see if I could catch a glimpse of her beautiful naked body as she showered. I silently tip-toed into her bedroom and peeked around the corner, into the bathroom. The shower stood on the other side of the area where the sinks were and I could see Keri standing under the shower head, enjoying the water as it cascaded down her naked body. She grabbed the liquid soap and squirted it out onto a gauzy nylon sponge and began lathering herself up, spreading the bubbles all over her naked body. I stood transfixed, gazing at my gorgeous Stepmom as she washed her nude body with the foaming sponge. After rinsing away the soap Keri washed her hair. As she rinsed the conditioner from her hair I knew she would likely be getting out soon so I snuck back out of her bedroom. I left the bedroom door open a crack and went back to the living room to watch TV and finish my drink I kept the volume on the TV down so I could hear when the shower went off. I could hear movement for a couple minutes afterward then there was silence. I crept down the hall and peered through the crack I left in the door. The lights were on but I couldn't see any movement. I slowly pushed the door open to see if I could see where Keri was. I found her lying on the bed on her back with her legs draped over the side, wrapped in a large bath towel. She appeared to be asleep but I wasn't sure. I walked down the hall to my room, changed into some gym shorts and a t-shirt(my usual sleepwear), brushed my teeth, and went to go check on Keri again. She hadn't moved since I had last seen her but she was breathing deeply and was obviously asleep now. She must have passed out after lying down on the bed. I called her name in a normal tone of voice and she didn't stir. I pushed the door open farther and quietly stepped inside. There was Keri, passed out on the bed, sound asleep. Given the liquid courage I had consumed, I saw this as the perfect opportunity to get a peek at what Keri had to offer up close. I moved over to the bed and stood at sleeping beauty's knees. I then carefully reached down to the bottom corner of Keri's towel and peeled it back. She was still covered by the other side so I pulled the other corner back slowly, revealing my stepmom's neatly trimmed landing strip of auburn pubic hair. All I could think was "wow" as I stared at the sight in front of me. Keri's legs slightly parted, her beautiful pussy exposed to my peeping eyes. I was emboldened new and wanted to see it all. I gently pulled at the bunched-up towel up by Keri's chest and it came apart easily. I moved the towel off to both sides and stood there admiring my Stepmom's nude body, in all it's beautiful glory. Now, if this were some kind of fake Penthouse Forum story this is the part where I would fuck her brains out. That kind of stuff doesn't happen in real life. It I'd tried that tact Keri would have woke to find her Stepson fucking her after she had passed out, told my Dad, and he would have murdered me when he got home. What I DID do was gaze at Keri's nude body and rub the boner that was straining against my shorts. Then it came to me that I could capture Keri in this state for posterity. I quickly and quietly went and got our digital camera to snap some shots to add to the ones I already had. We have a pretty good camera so I knew the quality of the pictures would be leaps and bounds better than the cell phone ones. I made sure the flash wouldn't go off and took pictures of Keri at all angles, zooming in for close-up shots of the good stuff, and pulling back to get her whole body. I again began to rub my boner as I took the pictures and another idea came to me. The alcohol I had consumed must have taken its toll because for some reason I thought it was a good idea to pull out my dick and masturbate while I stood over my passed out Stepmom. My judgment was obviously impaired but I ran with the idea and pushed down the front of my shorts and began stroking my pole as I stood between Keri's legs. I watched the rise and fall of her perfect tits as she breathed as I slid my hand over my cock, moving my gaze down to her parted legs. I imagined I was sliding my hard cock between the pussy lips I stared at, making myself feel the sensation of what it would be like with my hand. The danger of getting caught only added to the eroticism of it all. My forbidden lust for my Stepmom had me standing over her, masturbating as she lay naked and passed out on her bed. One loud noise and she might open her eyes, sit up and see me standing there with a camera in one hand and my boner in the other, watching her. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching and I shot pearly ropes of cum onto the bedspread, with the remainder of my load dribbling down to the carpet at my feet. I pulled the front of my shorts back up then smeared the cum into the bedspread and rubbed the last of it into the carpet. I did my best to cover Keri back up with the towel the way she had it before and I crept back to the bedroom door. I didn't want to leave Keri like she was so once I got to the doorway I stepped out into the hall, closed the door most of the way, and popped my head back into the room so it would appear I popped my head in to say goodnight. I called out, a little louder than normal, "Goodnight Keri, I'm heading to bed." With that she stirred and mumbled, "G'night," as she sat up on the bed. She was so out of it she didn't notice that the towel that was around her fell off as she stood up(thanks to the poor job it did putting it back the way it was). She just shuffled to her side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and climbed between the sheets, all the while oblivious to the fact that she was exposing her nude body to me. I headed to my room and uploaded the pictures from the digital camera onto my laptop and added them to the file with the other pictures. I then deleted the shots from the camera's memory card and briefly checked out the shots I took before shutting the laptop off and going to sleep. It was turning out to be quite an interesting summer. My obsession with Keri continued after that night, and maybe even got worse. I continued to fantasize about her and she began to practically consume my every thought. It got so bad that I finally HAD to talk to SOMEONE about it all. I figured that someone might as well be Courtney, the girl I was dating. She was pretty wild and had an open mind regarding just about everything. In fact, Courtney had been known to kiss a girl or two on the dance floor or at parties herself so I figured she wouldn't judge Keri or me after I told her what I had found. I don't know if she'd ever actually had sex with a girl, but she said she had "experimented" with members of the same sex. One night when my Dad and Keri were out I had Courtney come over and told her about what I found on Keri's iPhone while looking for the picture of the two of us. "No way" she exclaimed. "I always knew she was a freak! What did you do? Did you tell her?" "Oh, HELL no," I replied, "How would I bring up something like that?" "Yeah, you're right," she admitted, "Have you looked at them again since you first found them?" she asked. "Better," I said, "I e-mailed all of them to myself." "Ryan, you pervert!" she scolded, with mock indignity, "Keri's your Stepmother...let me see them!" I turned on my laptop and went to the file with all the pictures and ran the slideshow for Courtney. I could tell she enjoyed the pictures because she made comments like "that's hot," "she's got a great body," and such. I normally get aroused just looking at the pictures but looking at them with Courtney, and seeing how she seemed to be enjoying them too, really turned me on. One thing I had forgotten was that I had added the pictures I took of Keri to the file so when all the iPhone pictures had passed, there were the larger, sharper pictures of my Stepmom passed out on her bed. "Hey, what'r these?" asked Courtney. I felt I HAD to tell her the story now and sheepishly explained what I had done, making sure to emphasize how drunk I was to make it sound a little better. After I finished the story Courtney again pushed me and said, "You really ARE a pervert! But hell, I may have done the same thing myself after seeing those pictures of Keri and her friends. I'm getting SO wet looking at them." "Then why don't you do something about it?" I coaxed, knowing Courtney was the type of girl who would take me up on the dare. With that Courtney stood up, slipped off her mini-skirt and panties, and sat back down on the bed. "Don't mind if I do," she said as she moved her hand down to her pussy. I watched Courtney as she ran her slender fingers over her clit and down her wet slit. All the while her eyes were glued to the images on the screen as it looped the slideshow of the nude photos of my Stepmom and her friends. Then I got up, slid off my shorts and underwear, and joined Courtney back on the bed. I repeated the actions I'd done many times alone but it was so much more erotic to be masturbating to the images next to someone else who was doing it too. My eyes moved back and forth from the computer screen to what Courtney was doing as I stroked. After a while Courtney began moving her hand very rapidly over her clit and she cried out, "Oh...oh..." as she brought herself to orgasm. The sight of that was too much and I soon followed in bringing myself off. Keri Is So Very... There was no need to wipe the cum off my stomach this time because Courtney moved over to me on the bed and lapped it up for me(she's told me in the past that she actually likes the taste of it). As she was licking it up I asked her what she was thinking of when she came. "I was imagining I was one of the girls in the pictures, doing what they were doing. That was SO hot," she answered. "Well, maybe we could set something up," I replied. "Something that would make your fantasy come true." We began to devise a plan to get the two of them together. We talked over the basic details of it, laying the groundwork for what we would do, and decided to set the plan in motion the following weekend after my Dad went to work. That Saturday night we all sat around watching TV and said goodbye to my Dad as he went off to work. Shortly after he was gone Courtney said, "This is kinda boring, let's play a game." "Okay, what kind of game?" I asked. "A drinking game," she replied. "I'll go put some music on and you guys go get the glasses and drinks and go to the table." "Oh, I don't know," hesitated Keri, possibly remembering how she felt the morning after she had passed out. "Oh come on, it'll be fun," goaded Courtney. "Let's go, lightweight." We converged at the dining room table and played a game of quarters since it was something we all knew how to play. I purposefully failed to tell Keri that I'm an expert at the game, and Courtney wasn't half bad herself. We made sure to choose Keri to drink two or three drinks to our one. Before very long we all had a good buzz going and were having a blast. We joked and laughed and drank quite a bit, singing along with the songs that came on the mix CD I had made, and swaying/dancing in our seats. We were all feeling no pain, with Keri being the drunkest of us due to our gameplan, which was of course designed to make her a little more open to suggestion and lose any inhibitions that might otherwise hold her back. She was obviously open to having sex with her girlfriends but I assumed she may need a bit of booze to get with the eighteen year-old girl who was dating her Stepson. One of Courtney's favorite songs came on and she yelled, "I love this song." She got up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the living room to dance with her. We danced to the beginning part of the song as Keri took another drink, then Courtney went back to the table and said, "You too," and she took Keri by the hand and they joined me in the living room. The three of us danced to that song, taking turns dancing with each other. The next song came on and we continued to dance but the movements began to get more sexually suggestive. Courtney went over to Keri and began dancing up close to her, rubbing her body against Keri's as they moved, even grinding on her a little. Keri reacted in kind, matching Courtney move for move and I yelled, "Woo!" and "Yeah!" cheering them on. As the girls moved around I got behind Courtney and she backed up against me. She began to grind her butt into my crotch, which had a full-on boner by now. She stepped away and Keri took her place, repeating the same move on me. Keri was really getting into it and ground against me every bit as much as Courtney had. I was hoping my Stepmom wouldn't feel the erection in my shorts but I have to assume she did. She couldn't have missed it the way she was grinding on it. As Keri did that Courtney came in front of her and got very close to her. It was a big Oreo, with Keri as the cream filling, and we all mashed together, moving to the groove. As the song changed I stepped away to let the girls dance together. Keri was grinding back into Courtney now and Courtney put her hands in Keri's shoulders. She then ran her hands down Keri's arms and, holding the back of my Stepmom's hands, moved them to Keri's breasts. Keri felt herself up sexily as Courtney ran her hands down Keri's legs. After Keri massaged her own breasts, she put her hands up in the air as she danced and Courtney replaced Keri's hands with her own, lightly running them over Keri's mounds. The two continued dancing erotically into the next song. Soon Courtney was full-on massaging Keri's breasts as Keri reached back and ran her hand up Courtney's leg. As her hand went higher it lifted Courtney's mini-skirt up. Courtney wasn't wearing any panties(per our plan) so I could see Courtney's bare ass and Keri's hand giving it a squeeze. Our plan was working to perfection. In her drunken state Keri was getting more and more turned on as she danced with Courtney, and she was giving herself over to her passion. Watching the girls dancing, it seemed like they were playing off each other, each one trying to top the other, or go a little farther in their dirty dancing. I didn't mind that I wasn't involved in it because I was enjoying the show they were putting on immensely. They took turns doing sexy moves, with Keri feeling Courtney up too. I could tell by the way they were dancing that they were both really getting into it, and getting hornier as they went. At one point Courtney must have felt that the time was right and she moved in for the kill. Courtney got in close and moved her mouth to Keri's, pressing her soft lips against my Stepmom's. Keri reciprocated and they both stopped dancing as they began to kiss passionately. I might as well have been the man in the moon at that time because I think they were oblivious to my presence. They continued their embrace, kissing each other as Keri's hands reached around to Courtney's butt. She slid Courtney's skirt up and massaged her bare cheeks as they ground together their bodies together. I stayed off to the side and watched, not wanting to interrupt or risk spoiling the momentum they had going. I gazed lustfully as Courtney planted wet kisses on Keri's neck and moved face down to Keri's cleavage, then returning to her lips and kissing her again. I could hear them talking to each other, saying, "God you're so hot," and "Ooh that feels good." Courtney sucked on Keri's neck and tugged at the bottom of Keri's tank top and pulled if off over her head. I rubbed the bulge in my shorts as I watched Courtney kiss Keri's shoulders, pulling her bra straps down to expose Keri's wonderful tits. Keri reached behind herself and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor, as Courtney licked, kissed, and sucked Keri's nipples. Soon Keri was pulling Courtney's top off and sucking on her perky breasts. Both moaned their approval of the others' mouthwork on their wet, hard nipples. Courtney then moved Keri over to the couch and undid Keri's shorts. Keri slid them down, along with her panties, and stepped out of them, then she helped Courtney out of her mini-skirt. Keri sat down on the couch and Courtney got down on her knees between her legs, again taking Keri's nipple into her mouth. Keri closed her eyes as Courtney kissed her way down her body and she cooed, "Oooh...yeah..." as Courtney placed her mouth on Keri's pussy. I don't know if it was the alcohol or if Keri is usually a talker,. I've never heard her and my Dad going at it in their bedroom, but that night she continually purred things like, "Oh yeah, right there," "Mmm...that feels good," and "Don't stop." I had had enough of watching from the sidelines and wanted to join in on the action so I got on the floor behind Courtney and began lapping at her pussy from behind. I ran my tongue from her clit, up her hot, wet pussy, and up to her ass, tonguing her hole with each trip up. I buried my face in her pussy just like she was burying her face in my Stepmom's. Soon Keri cried out, "Oh...oh...yeah...I'm coming....I'm...oooohhh...oh," as Courtney made her climax with her tongue. Courtney moved her face away from Keri's crotch and got up next to her on the couch. She leaned in front of Keri and they began kissing again. Courtney then moved her breasts up to the level of Keri's face and Keri obliged by taking Courtney's stiff nipple in her mouth and sucking it. One of Keri's hands found its way to Courtney's slit and she rubbed her pussy as she worked on Courtney's breast. I was on the floor in front of my Stepmom and I gazed down at the beautiful sight between her spread legs. It looked different than when I saw it the night she passed out. The lips were swollen and Courtney's saliva, mixed with Keri's juices, glistened in the dim living room lights. I moved my face down towards it and did what I had wanted to do so badly the night I stood over her unconscious naked body. I buried my face in her warm wetness and enjoyed the taste of her juices as I ran my tongue all around her slit. She didn't stop me, or even flinch, as I tongued her sex. I took this as a good sign and I devoured her pussy like a starving man eating his first meal in a week. I lapped at her pussy and slid a finger in and out of her. As I ate Keri out I saw Courtney get up, straddle her on the couch, and place her pussy right in front of Keri's face. Again Keri obliged her by putting her mouth on the offered body part and began licking Courtney's slit. From my vantage point I had a GREAT view of my Stepmom eating my girlfriend's pussy, and she was going at it like a pro. I sat up and continued to watch Keri eat Courtney out as I took off my shorts. My aching cock was grateful to be free. I moved back between Keri's legs and guided my rod up to her slit. I began to rub the head of it up and down her opening, covering it with the wetness. I can't say that I'd ever seen the head of my cock quite as swollen as it was right then. It looked like a plumb. After I'd moistened the head of my cock I pushed it inside Keri's soaking wet pussy. It slid easily inside and I began to slowly fuck my Stepmom. I pushed all the way in and pulled it all the way out with each stroke, feeling the bulbous head break the seal of her opening coming and going. Keri's pussy was surprisingly tight. For someone with fifteen years on Courtney, and I would assume quite a bit more mileage, her pussy felt almost as tight as Courtney's did. I continued my slow pace, savoring the sensation of my hard member sliding in and out of my Stepmom's pussy. Before long Courtney's moans of pleasure got louder and louder and she grabbed the back of Keri's head as her body stiffened and she reached her climax. After she came down from her orgasm, Courtney moved off to the side, leaving me face to face with Keri. You know, with Courtney and Keri being so focused on what they were doing to each other, and Courtney blocking Keri's view just then, this may have been the first time Keri truly realized what was going on between her legs. I say this because when Keri initially looked at me she appeared to have a look of shock or surprise on her face. Here was her eighteen year-old Stepson fucking her on the couch. If she had any reservations about what was happening they went away quickly because the look of surprise didn't last long. A look of sheer pleasure washed over her face as she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of all seven inches of my thick, hard cock sliding in and out of her. Keri began to purr, "Oh, yeah Ryan...you feel SO GOOD..." As the words left her lips I leaned down and my open mouth meet hers. I kissed Keri deeply, our tongues entwined in a sensual dance. I fought the urge to pick up my pace because I wanted the moment to last as long as possible. After I broke our kiss I continued my slow, steady rhythm. Keri had other ideas, though. She reached down and put her hands on the sides of my hips, pulling me close to her more forcefully with each stroke, and she cooed, "Fuck me, Ryan...ooh yeah... fuck me harder." With that I began moving faster and with more force inside her pussy. I grabbed onto Keri's hips and was soon ramming my cock deep inside her. I could feel my peak rapidly approaching, as I knew it would once I picked up the pace. My cock swelled with the rush of cum and I pulled out of Keri's slit, spraying my load up onto her stomach and pubes as I jacked off onto her. It felt like I came harder than I ever had, and there was quite a bit of cum on my Stepmom's stomach. Courtney had been sitting on the couch next to Keri, watching us fuck, and after I came she reached down and scooped up some of the goo from Keri's stomach. She licked it off her fingers. Courtney reached down again and scooped up some more but this time Keri, not to be outdone, took Courtney's hand and guided it to her mouth. She licked and sucked the cum off Courtney's fingers one at a time. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. Courtney then leaned down and licked the rest of the cum off Keri's stomach and shared it with her in a kiss. They were obviously still trying to top each other and I was enjoying every sexy second of what they were doing. We were all hot and sweaty after our threesome so Keri suggested we go skinnydip in the pool to cool off. No one seemed to think twice about anything that had just happened, (aside from the high five I gave Courtney behind Keri's back) and we all just walked around naked as if it was the most natural thing in the world. After getting some drinks we went out to the pool and quietly slipped into the cool, refreshing water. We swam around for a couple minutes and congregated at the steps in the shallow end. It was Keri who broke the silence. "Neither of you can ever tell ANYONE about this," she said, and we agreed to keep it our little secret. We quietly talked about what had happened, how hot it all was and how good it felt, pointing out particular events that stood out in each of our minds. Courtney and Keri each complimented the other on their bodies, and how sexy they are, and I admitted to Keri that I had been hoping to see her naked for quite some time. "Well, that's not the first time you've seen me naked, is it Ryan," she said coyly. I almost shit a brick when she said that! I didn't know exactly what she was referring to and thought it best that I not say anything until I knew what she knew. Keri continued, "You found some pictures on my phone a ways back, didn't you?" I sheepishly told her the story of how I came upon them and apologized profusely for invading her privacy. "How did you find out?" I asked. When she told me I could have kicked myself. In my excitement I had forgotten to delete the e-mails from the "sent" folder and she discovered them shortly after using her phone the next day. She said she never heard anything about the pictures, which my Dad knows nothing about, so she assumed I had kept my discovery to myself. "Besides," she said, "it was kind of a turn-on knowing you saw them. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, and like showing off my body, so it didn't bother me all that much. Did you enjoy the pictures of my and my friends?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "You have no idea..." I replied. Keri then looked at Courtney. "Did you see them too?" "Yes, I thought they were HOT," she answered. "Maybe after we get out of the pool we can take some of our own," said Keri. Courtney and I looked at each other and just grinned. After finishing our drinks we got out of the pool and dried off before heading inside. I got the digital camera and directed the girls into a few poses at first. I recreated the famous Janet Jackson pose from that Rolling Stone cover, with Courtney behind Keri and her hands on Keri's boobs, and then just had them move into various other sexy poses. They got horny while posing for me and then just started getting it on. I took pictures of them in various positions, from various angles, zooming in very close on some shots, and pulling out for others. I got some GREAT shots of them in a 69. After working on each other for a bit, they stopped to look at the pictures I had taken and we all sat down on the couch to look. We commented on the shots that flashed on the viewscreen and all of us thought they turned out very sexy. After we finished looking at all the pictures Keri said, "You know Courtney, those turned out so well I think we should thank the photographer for his work." With that Keri and Courtney got down in front of me and took turns licking and sucking my already-hard dick. They massaged each others' breasts and stroked each others' backs as they waited for their turn. Their warm mouths and pumping hands felt heavenly on my cock. It was quite a sight to look down at my Stepmom as her beautiful mouth wrapped around my pole and she swallowed it down. After they had each taken a few turns Courtney said, "I want to feel that big cock inside me," and she backed herself down onto my pole. Courtney moved up and down on it as Keri stood in front of her sucking her tits. Courtney bounced up and down on my rod for quite a while as Keri rubbed Courtney's clit and moved her mouth back and forth from Courtney's lips to her hard nipples. Keri then sat back for a moment and just watched as I fucked my girlfriend. Keri began playing with herself and was getting more and more worked up as she watched. She wanted to get in on the action and finally joked, "Don't keep that thing all to yourself." Courtney moved off and Keri moved forward, straddling my lap, and eased herself down onto my throbbing pole. This was the first crack I'd had at Keri's luscious tits and I massaged, licked, and sucked them as she rode me. She really knew how to move and before long I could feel another orgasm coming. I announced that I was going to cum and Keri made no attempt to get off me. I took that as permission to cum inside her hot pussy, which I soon did. I shot my wad deep inside her as she continued to ride me, massaging every last drop out with her vaginal walls, making a sloshing sound as she moved. I kissed Keri then looked to see where Courtney had gotten to. She was sitting in a recliner that faced the couch with a leg up on one of the arms, and one hand feverishly working her clit while the other tugged on her nipples. She brought herself off and panted, "That was so hot watching the two of you." The three of us eventually got dressed and, since no one was in any condition to drive, Keri and I walked Courtney home. She only lived a couple blocks away so it didn't take long. After I kissed Courtney goodnight at her door, she faced Keri and kissed her goodnight too. A long, wet, lesbian goodnight kiss. Once we got home Keri and I kissed goodnight and she reminded me, "You tell no one about tonight." "No one," I repeated as I crossed my heart. I went to my room and laid back on my bed thinking about what had happened that night and I smiled. I heard the shower in the master bathroom go on and went to Keri's room. She was standing under the water when I got there and I took off my t-shirt and shorts. I opened the shower door and said, "Mind if I join you?" "Back for more?" she replied. "I forgot what it's like having sex with an 18 year-old. They're always ready to go," she joked. "I've enjoyed tonight night so much, and I don't want it to end," I told her. "I know tomorrow things will go back to the way they were before and I just wanted to spend a little more time with you like this." Keri said, "Aw, that's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," and invited me in, saying, "come on in, the water's fine," and we kissed underneath the cascading water. I soaped up and inspected every inch of Keri's luscious body as we showered together. After taking my time getting her clean, I dropped to my knees and ate Keri's pussy until she came. She reciprocated with a blowjob and I shot my third load of the evening. After we were both satisfied again, we got out and dried each other off. We again kissed goodnight and went to our own beds. My obsession with my Stepmom subsided a bit after that night. I no longer had to fantasize about what it would be like to have sex with her. I had done it and it exceeded all my expectations. That's likely because it was a threesome with Courtney, but still, it was the greatest sex I had experienced to that point in my life. Keri Wants To Get Pierced I wrote this story a few years back, but never published it on this site before. There is also a follow up story, which I will also post. ***** This story is about Keri, she just turned 18 was still attending high school. Poor Keri hadn't had much luck in her young life. Her grandparents al died before she was born and her parents died in a car crash when she was only 4. Her uncle and his wife took her in. Then her uncle died in a plane crash when she was 6. Aunt Helen was her only Family left. Helen sold most of their farmland to a neighbour, but kept the land closest to the farm and she started and organic vegetable business. It was a lot of work, so Keri spent a lot of time on her own once she got home from school. Down the road from their property was a small clothing factory. Unfortunately the business was almost going under. Old Mr. & Mrs. Robertson had to fire the dozen people working for them. They still had a few clients left, which they manufactured for themselves. At one point they had asked Keri if she would like to come work for them on Saturdays. Keri had always loved fashion so she gladly accepted the job. She started off by sweeping floors and packing orders, but after a few months the Robertsons started to teach her how to use the machines and actually make clothes. Helen was always busy on the farm and after dinner she usually went to bed pretty early. Keri had a computer in her room and would usually stay up late surfing the web for new fashion ideas. She had already made herself a few outfits from leftover materials at the factory. This one night she came across a piece on the influence of punk on modern day culture. One of the examples where some pictures of heavily tattooed and pierced 'Suicide girls'. Keri was intrigued by the whole look of these women and started googling them. The more time she spent looking at pictures of them, the more she knew she wanted to be like them. But getting a tattoo would be totally out of the question, let alone piercings like the stretched earlobes most of the girls had. Keri remembered asking Helen about getting her ears pierced a few years ago, but Helen wouldn't have it. I may not get away with stretched earlobes or any other facial piercings, but what about something that nobody can see? Keri started to research DIY piercing as she had decided to pierce her own nipples. She found a big needle at work and took some alcohol and bandages from the first-aid box. Now all she needed was some jewellery. She found an on-line store that sold rock band t-shirts and all kinds of gothic clothing including piercing jewellery. She cunningly ordered a Nirvana t-shirt and some barbells. This way if the package arrived when Helen happened to be around, she had the t-shirt as a cover story. The next day the package arrived. Helen was still out in the fields, so the cover plan wasn't even needed. She opened the box and stared at the jewellery. She was really going to do this! She got all wet thinking about it. She went into the kitchen to get some ice and the first-aid kit. Once back in her room, she locked the door behind her and looked at the clock. She had about an hour and a half before Helen was coming home, so she quickly got everything ready. She used the alcohol to clean everything and the ice to get her nipples hard. Although they were already pretty hard from the excitement. She put a cork on one side of her left nipple and placed the needle on the other end. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and pushed the needle straight though. It hurt like hell, but once she looked down at her breast with needle poking through it, so got such a rush that most of the pain quickly went away. She managed to get the barbell through the hole that was made by the needle. It had started to bleed a little, so she but a band aid over it. Now she had to do the right nipple. It was a little harder as now she knew how much it would hurt, but she did it anyway. In just 10 minutes she was done and she felt great. It was like she had transformed from the little girl into a very sexy woman. Just as she was putting the first aid kit back in the cupboard, Helen came in to the house. "Are you alright honey?" She asked. "No I'm not feeling so well" she lied. "I think I'll take an aspirin and go to bed early." "Okay honey, I hope you feel better tomorrow." Keri went into her room and started to masturbate. Her nipples where to sore to touch, but her pussy got a real workout. She came quickly as the heath had been building up in her body all day. She fell asleep soon after that. She woke up pretty early the next morning, as she has rolled over in her sleep onto her sore nipples. She took the band aids of and cleaned them with cotton wool and some alcohol. It stung a bit, but she knew that it had to be done to avoid infection. After about 2 weeks her nipples where no longer sore and she would masturbate as often as she could, mostly by playing with her nipples. A few months after she had pierced her nipples, the novelty had kind of worn of. Some of the women she had seen online had double pierced nipples and a few even had heave gauge jewellery through their nipples. Apparently they had started off with the same kind of piercing that Keri had, but then had stretched them out by slowly increasing the size of the jewellery they wore. Keri knew that she wanted to stretch her nipple piercings, but where was she going to get the bigger jewellery from? Ordering on-line was too big of a risk, what if Helen was to intercept her package. Keri remembered that her uncle was into DIY and had a workshop in one of the barns. Nobody had been in the workshop since her uncle had died, everything was covered in dust. She managed to pry the door open and started to look for something she could use as jewellery. She found a lot of jars full of nails in all kinds of sizes. Some of them were only slightly thicker than the barbells she had in her nipples. They were a bit rusty, but Keri managed to get the shiny again with some sandpaper she had found. She removed one of the barbells from her nipple and tried to push the nail through the hole. It was really tight and stretching her nipple, but when she used some spit as lube the nail finally went through. She repeated the process on her other nipple and put her clothes back on. On the way back into the house it became obvious that the points of the nails where kind of sharp and would prick into her boobs or her clothes. Keri fixed this by putting a small piece of cork on the tip of each nail. Her cleavage now had to pieces of cork floating in it. She quickly changed into a top with a less revealing neckline. Every moment she could, she would play with her nipples. Moving the nails back and forth, stretching the holes in the process. After a week she went back into the barn and got some bigger nails. 3 months later and she had already stretched the holes in her nipples to 4mm (6 gauge)! She had to get creative and use and angle grinder to grind down the long nails into something a lot shorter that she was able to hide in her bra. By now the summer vacation was almost coming up and the Robertsons had asked her if she could help out in the clothes factory during her vacation. They proposed a rather unusual work schedule of working from Friday until Monday morning. This way they could go out of town during the week, to look after their son's kids. Keri didn't mind, as long as she could earn some extra money. It also meant that she had most of the week free, more time to masturbate! She had started to use a cucumber as a dildo. The weather was good for the crop and each week the cucumbers got bigger and bigger! Keri used some of her earnings to get a quicker internet connection. Claiming that she needed it for school work. But it really was so she could look at porn videos whilst she masturbated. Most of the girls in the videos she liked had a pierced clit and some even had a few rings through their labia. Keri started to fantasize about getting a piercing down there. Especially as she had run out of suitable material to stretch the holes in her nipples. When she came into work the next Friday, the Robertsons told her that they had managed to secure a big order. So big that they actually had bought some new tools. One of the new tools was an air-pressure-powered shoelace eyelet gun. The coats they had to make where designed with a row of these eyelets along a panel on the sleeves. Purely decorational, but cool looking none the less. Before they used to punch the eyelets in with a hand tool, this new machine meant that they could work a lot faster and more constantly. You could pre-set the amount of pressure it would work at, thus controlling the depth of the eyelet. Keri quickly got the hang of the new machine and spent the rest of the day punching eyelets into jackets. When she got home she quickly had dinner and then excused herself, claiming that she was tired. Of course she didn't go to bed, she started up her computer to watch porn again. She was pleased to find a new suicide girl on the website, this girl had a lot of tattoos and piercings. But the most striking thing where the piercings in her labia. They weren't the normal barbelled rings, but actual holes with jewellery in them that looked a lot like the eyelets she had been putting into fabric all day! As soon as she saw them, Keri started to masturbate furiously and she came like she never had done before. She knew she had to have them. The next day at work it was hard to concentrate. Luckily she had to do another task today, but she kept glancing over at the eyelet machine. She needed to figure out a way she could be alone with that tool. During lunch she asked the Robertsons if she could lock-up late on Monday, so she could use the sowing machine to make a dress for herself. "Of course dear, as a matter of fact I think it's about time we gave you a key to the place so you can use it wherever you like." Result! Come Monday Keri was fully prepared. In her bag where supplies for the afternoon: band aids, alcohol and a numbing creme she had bought at the grocery store/pharmacy. The creme was supposed to have a numbing effect on bruised skin. She had already applied it to her labia before she went to work and it sure worked. Her vagina kinds felt like it was a sleep. At 11 o'clock she went to the bathroom and put some more of the stuff on her lower lips. She couldn't wait until the Robertsons had left. They finally did shortly after 1 o'clock. Keri watched as their car drove off in the distance and then locked the door. She quickly stripped naked and got out all of her supplies. She picked some stainless eyelets from storage and setup the machine so it would leave about 6mm (1/4 inch) between the flanges of the eyelet. She then used a pen to mark 4 evenly spaced spots on each of her pussy lips. She sat on the floor with her legs spread and she put a small piece of wood in her mouth. That way she had something to bite on, should the pain become too much. The machine was loaded with the 2 pieces that soon would cut through her flesh and fuse together into 1 eyelet. This was it, no way back! Keri line up the tool with the first mark, took a deep breath and pressed the trigger. A sharp pain went through her body, damn it hurt. But the end result looked so sexy, that she soon forgot about the pain. "Better get the rest done quickly before I chicken out." Within 2 minutes Keri had 8 stainless eyelets in her pussy. She cleaned everything with the alcohol she had brought. Amazingly there was hardly any blood. She put on her dress, no panties this time and made her way home. An icepack helped to numb the pain and should prevent any swelling. The next few days it really hurt when she moved, so she stayed in bed for most of the time. She told her aunt Helen she had the flu. She was so busy with her vegetables, that she didn't notice what was really going on with her little niece. All the time she spent in bed, was also spent on-line. During her research into eyelets she came across another method of making them. They would start with a piece of metal pipe and the used 2 specially shaped cones in a press to fold the edges of the pipe over into the flanges of the eyelet. Keri remembered that she had seen some small gauge stainless steel pipes in her late uncle's workshop. Once she felt a bit better, she went into the barn and found the pipes and even some of drill bits that might have the right shape to press the edges. She quickly cut of a small piece of tube and clamped the tube plus the bits in a vice. She slowly closed the vice further and low and behold, the edges of the tube bent over into perfect flanges! Keri experimented with a few different lengths of tube, in order to figure out the right size to end up with a snug fitting eyelet in her nipples. She took her top of and lubed up the first but of pipe. It went into the hole in her nipple pretty easy and Keri the aligned everything in the vice. It was kind of hard to turn the vices handle with one of her nipples in the vice, but she managed to fold the edges of the pipe over. She now had a 5mm eyelet in her right nipple! Whilst she just had started to slowly tighten the vice on her other nipple, something unexpected happened. The door went open and Helen walked into the workshop. "O my god, what are you doing!" Keri freaked out, she was stuck with her nipple in the vice and she had just been sprung by her aunt! She tried to hide what she was doing, but it was too late. She figured she'd finish what she had started and the quickly get her nipple out of the vice. She didn't know what to expect from Helen, but she feared the worst. Rather surprisingly Helen seemed to be intrigued by Keri's nipples. "I'm sorry, I don't know what possessed me to do this." "It's alright dear" she said, "I think you look beautiful!" Keri was gob smacked, Helen wasn't angry!?!?? All of a sudden Helen ripped of her blouse and bra to reveal her pierced breasts. "I wonder if we can stretch mine just like yours?" Keri decided it was time to show her decorated pussy to her aunt and stripped completely naked. "Oh my dear, it looks like we are going to have some fun together" said Helen as she moved her mouth towards Keri's left nipple. Keri Wants To Get Pierced Pt. 02 Please read my other story about Keri and her aunt Helen first. (of course everybody in the story is 18 years or older) ***** It was the morning after her aunt Helen had caught Keri with her piercings and they had spent the rest of the night having amazing sex. Keri was still half asleep, but something inside her pussy started to vibrate. First very slowly, but gradually it became more and more intense. Now somebody was sucking on her left nipple! She opened her eyes and looked right in to Helen's eyes. Helen smiled, but kept on sucking and nibbling on her nipple for a while. "Good morning darling" she finally said. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Helen sat up straight and Keri noticed something near her clit. She stood up and looked at herself in the full length mirror. There was a shoelace threaded through her labia piercings, which was tied into a bow at the top. A wire came out below the lowest set of piercings and went to a control box. "I couldn't resist playing with you whilst you were still asleep. I put one of my vibrating egg toys in there." Helen had a second egg in her hand and she held it against Keri's clit, whilst it was set to the highest setting. Keri came almost immediately! Once Keri's orgasm had worn of, Helen unlaced her pussy and took the egg out. "I can't believe you have these toys, until yesterday I didn't even think of you as a very sexual person. But here you are with pierced nipples and vibrators!" Helen laughed, "I mourned about your uncle for years, but it wasn't long after he died that I began buying sextoys. First a vibrator, then a dildo and these eggs. Later I bought some bigger dildos and other fun stuff." Keri couldn't believe how openly she was talking about sex with her aunt, but she felt a sense of freedom like never before. "What about your nipple rings? When I asked about getting my ears pierced, you were so against it." "You were only 8 or 9 when you asked that, I never said you could have them pierced later on. When I bought one of my toys, it came with a free porn DVD. One of the girls in it had pierced nipples. I found it such a turn-on, I just knew I had to get mine done! So I bought some jewellery on-line and used a big needle from the first aid kit." Keri smiled and replied "this sounds so familiar". "How did you get the holes in your nipples so big? I doubt you did that in one go?" "No, I stretched them, I went 1mm bigger about every month and yesterday I was finally able to put these hollow inserts in." "Liked I said yesterday, I love them and I want to stretch mine as well. Did you do the same with you pussy?" "No, I used an eyelet punching machine from the Peterson's workshop to put them in. It actually cut small pieces of flesh out." "You did this at work?!? How did you manage to do that without them noticing?" "It's summer break, so they go and look after their grandkids during the week. They gave me a key, so I could work on a private project. They had no idea I wasn't talking about making clothes" she smiled. "Come to think of it, its Thursday today isn't it? They'll be back tomorrow, so if you were serious about getting your pussy pierced we'd better do it today!" Keri went through her, previously secret, box of piercing stuff and found the tube of numbing creme. "Put some of this on your labia, it will numb the pain a bit." Helen and Keri put some clothes on and went over to the Peterson's workshop. Helen had to strip and sit on the floor with her legs spread. Keri made her put her legs behind to table legs, so that if she flinched she couldn't close her legs. Helen's labia where a bit bigger/longer then Keri's, so they decided to put seven rings in each of her lips. Keri held the machine near the first of the marked points and looked into Helen's eyes. She had a ruler in her mouth, so she had something to bit down on for the pain. Helen nodded and Keri counted down from 3 to 1. Helen made a lot of noise when the machine punched the first hole in her flesh. "Quickly do the rest, before I change my mind!" So that's what Keri did. They then cleaned the workshop and went back home. Helen took some painkillers and a sleeping tablet and went to bed. She stayed in bed for the next few days, whilst Keri looked after the farm. She told the Peterson's that her aunt Helen had done her back in and that she had to help out on the farm for a while. Keri played with herself while Helen was still recovering. Whilst out in the fields, she noticed how big the eggplants had become. She had masturbated with small cucumbers before, but never with an eggplant. They were only about 2/3 the size of their final size, but they already seemed to be on the big side for Keri. She took a few home and started to play with them. The smallest of the 3 went in surprisingly easy and it felt really great to be so full. Keri quickly started to fuck the biggest eggplant. First slowly, but after a while she was really slamming it in fast and deep. After her third orgasm, she lay back to catch her breath with the eggplant still buried in her wet pussy. It was almost all the way in her. She then remembered the way Helen had laced the egg vibrator in her pussy, the ribbon was still on her bed stand. It was a bit fiddly, but she managed to loosely thread the ribbon through all of her piercings. When she pulled on the ribbon, her lips just closed over the eggplant. It was now totally hidden inside of her. She tied a bow in the ends of the ribbon and got out of bed. The sensation of walking around with a fully stretched out pussy felt great. She decided she would leave it in for the rest of the day. Keri went into the kitchen and started to make dinner for her and Helen. French fries with hamburgers, she wasn't a star in the kitchen. Helen normally did the cooking. She took the food and some plates and cutlery into Helens room. "Wake up honey, dinner is served!" Helen opened her eyes and saw a naked Keri with a plate full of food and a ribbon & bow on her pussy. "Now that's room service!" "I know it's only fast-food, but it's all I could manage." "Don't worry about it Keri, I'm feeling much better. I'll cook a proper meal tomorrow." Keri then said, "Oh, I totally forgot about the salad!" and she started to undo the ribbon. Helen was surprised to see that there was something in Keri's pussy. Keri pulled out the eggplant and said "I know it's still raw, but maybe you can lick it and taste me. It's been in there since this morning." Most of the food stayed untouched as they spent most of the night exploring each others bodies, piercings and fucking the eggplant. The next mooring the both went out to work on the farm. It was a hot day and pretty soon they were covered in sweat. Their farm was very remote. On the west side was the house and the barns, all other sides of the field were surrounded by a dense forest. "I don't know about you, but I feel it's too nice to wear clothes today. Nobody can see us here and we've seen each other naked before" said Helen as she smiled and started to strip. Keri also got naked and they kept on working in the fields for about half an hour. "We'd better put some sunblock on before we turn into lobsters." They started to rub the creme all over each other's bodies and ended up kissing and fingering each other until the both orgasemd. "Better get some more work done, darling" said Helen. When they stopped for lunch, Helen asked Keri about the eggplant she had in her pussy the night before. "Did you really have that big thing in you for most of the day?" "Yes, it was such a great feeling to be walking around with something so big stuck inside of me." "So that was the biggest thing you've ever had in your pussy?" "Yes, how about you. Have you ever had anything that big?" "I've had a bigger eggplant inside of me a few times, but only the top bit. I do have a dildo that is about the same width as the eggplant you had yesterday." Helen walked over to the field full of eggplants and picked a big one. She then took the shoelaces out of her work boots and said to Keri "pick yourself an eggplant to, something that is slightly bigger than the one you had yesterday." Keri was still looking for something she might be able to fit in her pussy, whilst Helen had already started to fuck her eggplant. The noises that Helen started to make got Keri's juices flowing and she quickly picked a decent size eggplant. If she hadn't been so horny, she might have picked a smaller one, but she had to have something inside of her. It took a while for the ladies pussies to stretch wide enough to take the entire eggplant. Once they were almost completely in, they started lacing each other up. They stood up with the vegetables buried in their bodies. They felt really full and at first they walked a bit funny. But their bodies soon adjusted to their invaders. As they went back to work Keri said "tonight, can you teach me how to cook something with these eggplants?" "Sure honey, I don't know what recipe we will use, but they sure will be marinated nicely :-)" Keri The next couple of sessions with Mike were more about moving on even though that is the last thing that I wanted. Mike told me that he wanted to "Observe " me out in public in a social setting to see how I react. This confused me as I never heard of such thing, but Mike said that for me to understand why I did what I did, it would be helpful to see how I was acting in that setting. I agreed to go out with him on Friday. We would meet at his office and he would drive as he wanted to see how the alcohol affected me. On Friday I met with Mike and we went to a club in the next town. I had several drinks and Mike talked me into dancing. After several dances we sat down and Mike bought one more drink. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital. A police officer was standing by me and wanted to get my statement. I really could not tell him anything as my mind was blank. The next morning a detective came into the room and explained what had happened. It seems that Mike has slipped a drug into my last drink and when I passed out he took me to his car and then tried to rape me. But a good Samaritan prevented him from raping me. They had found the drugs and Mike even confessed to his plans on seducing you. He had told the detective that he had tried to seduce me for weeks but that I would not even take a hint because I still loved my husband. He then planned on drugging me and making me think that I had consensual sex with him. The good Samaritan had observed him spike your drink and when Mike took me to his car to attack me the Samaritan stepped in to protect me until the police got there. By the time the police arrived the Samaritan had pretty much beat the shit out of Mike. Mike confessed just to stop the beating. This whole ordeal really messed me up. I was now a basket case. Thank God for Joni and mom. I decided that I needed to get myself together, and would allow Jon to have the divorce. Now understand I have no intentions of giving up on getting Jon back. I needed some time We went back to court and the judge was still reluctant to grant the divorce. I told the judge that I wanted the divorce now because I understand that Jon no longer trusts or loves me like he did. He said that he has never seen two people more in love with each other, otherwise why would Jon do what he did to protect me. I did not understand. The judge said, "Keri it was Jon who prevented you from being raped by that counselor. Jon's mom had told him something funny was up so Jon hid a recorder in your purse. He listened to Mike's attempted seduction of you. He was at the bar the night Mike spiked your drink. It seems to me that if Jon didn't love you, he would not have been there for you. The judge then decided to grant the divorce with one stipulation. He said the divorce will be final in one year if you two cannot find a way to keep your family together. The divorce will also become final if either of you decide to have a relationship with anyone other than your spouse. Meaning if you start dating, or have any sexual contact with anyone one by any means, then I will assume that neither of you are willing to save this marriage. Chapter Three The Worst day of my life. So here I am, sort of in limbo. Working, taking care of the kids, trying to get my head together and mostly loving Jon from afar. I found a new female counselor and have been slowly getting a grip on my life. Jon at least talks to me now and is usually cordial. I explained to Jon that I still love him and I will do anything to win him back. I told him that if the divorce proceeds it will be because he wants it not me. I also told him that even though I placed myself in a position that I should not have, that I never wanted to have sex with Ben or anyone else. I also told him that I will still honor my vows until the day I die. Which means that I would not have sex with anyone but him, so he had better hurry up and decide to at least become friends with benefits, because it will drive me crazy never having sex again. Jon said we will see, and left it at that. Several of the young nurses at work would swoon around Jon whenever he brought a patient into the ER and I would tell them that even though we are separated, I would scratch their eyes out if they laid a hand on him. One of the nurses even said well I will keep my hands to myself, but can't speak for my mouth and pussy. Getting divorced was the worst thing in my life up until the day when history tried to repeat itself. I was working in the ER when the fire dispatched notified us to be prepared to receive multiple casualties from a structure fire. One of the deputies said that a big apartment building was on fire on the west side of town. I knew that Jon was working on the heavy rescue today and would be at that fire. The deputy said that a news helicopter was flying over head had was showing a live feed. Joni and I went into the lounge to check it out as Joni's husband was the captain on the same rescue as Jon. The building was fully involved with fire and we could see several people being treated on the ground. Then the worst thing in the world happened. We saw the roof collapses down. The helicopter reporter stated that he thought that firefighters were still in the building and then the station then stopped showing the live feed. The news announcer stated that it was the policy of the station to not show the potential injuries until families have been notified. One of the deputies that worked as security in the ER switched his radio over to the fire departments frequency and everyone listened: The radio chattered; "Beep...Beep...Beep Attention all units working the Maple Street fire, evacuate the building and call Par" (Par is to account for all personnel). We listened intently; Sector A to command we have Par. Sector B to command we have Par. Sector C to command we are still accounting. Sector D to command we have Par. Command to sector C do you have Par. Sector C Negative. We are minus 4, Heavy Rescue 1 is not accounted for. Both Joni and My eyes started to water up and then we heard the call that put a chill up our spines. Mayday...Mayday...Mayday...Rescue one is trapped, we have firefighters down. Mayday...Mayday...Mayday Command to rescue one what is your location? Command we are on the second floor sector C by the back wall. Roof collapses has us trapped in first apartment from sector D. Command copy..Hang tight. Command to Dispatch..Start me an all call and send a fourth and fifth alarm. send all resources to sector C and give me two RIT crews (rapid intervention). Also send me 5 additional medic units.. Dispatch copy. By this time both Joni and I were crying and everyone was trying to console us. What seemed like forever before we heard the next radio broadcast. Command from RIT 1, we hear multiple "man down alarms" we are closing in. Command from RIT 1 we have located Rescue One. We have 3 we are extracting and one heavily entrapped have RIT 2 Assist. Command to RIT 2 assist RIT 1, Break...Command to Medic units I want my men out of there ASAP. We waited... It was about ten more minutes when the hospital to medic radio chirped. Medic 3 to County... Go ahead from County... Medic 3 we are in route to your facility with a semi conscious 24 year old male firefighter, who was entrapped in a roof collapse while working a structure fire. Patient is suffering from severe smoke inhalation, vital signs are stable, we are sending telemetry and will be treating per protocol. County to Medic 3 we copy and per Dr. Fields give Patient Cyanide antidote. What is Patient's last name. Medic 3 copy orders. Patient name is Miller, ETA 7 minutes. Then we heard, Medic 7 to County. County Go ahead. Medic 7, we have a 43 year old firefighter with same info as Medic 3's patient, we are sending telemetry and treating to protocol, we have an 8 minute eta and will start antidote unless you cancel. Patient name is Wilson. We will clear radio for as other units will follow. Medic 7 from County we copy and proceed as stated. At this point Joni perked up as this was her husband. The chief ER doctor told Joni and myself that we were relieved from duty and he requested assistance from ICU to take our places We were still waiting as my Jon was still out there. Then the next call came. Medic 4 to County we have a 28 year old fire fighter who is conscious and alert, we are treating for smoke inhalation and will follow protocol and antidote we have an 8 minute ETA. Patients name is Hadlock. I fell to the floor, knowing that it is my Jon who was still trapped. Everyone tried comforting me and even Joni was now devastated again. Joni started yelling, this is not fair, first my father and now my brother. We were ushered into a room and soon the hospitals chaplain was standing with us. We kept listening for any news. The ambulances started pulling in and Joni and I ran to her husband. By this time he was conscious, He looked at Joni with tears in his eyes and said Jon saved us, Jon save us all, but we could not get to him...I am so sorry. It was just like when your dad saved us years ago...Baby I am so sorry...I know I promised not to let anything happen to him. Then the doctors pushed us out of the room. I looked at Joni and said I didn't know that your dad had save your husband. Joni nodded her head and said the last thing he said was "you're not going to widow my daughter...tell her and my wife that I love them!" It really messed him up for a while. God I pray that Jon doesn't die, it will really mess him up again. Then we heard the radio again Medic 1 to County... County go ahead Medic 1. County, we are in route to your facility with a 34 year old fire fighter who is in V-Fib. CPR has been started, Patient is intubated and we have two IV's hanging We are following V-Fib protocols Patient also has a Fractured Right Femur, We suspect, Head, Spine and Hip injuries as well. We have a 7 minute ETA. Patients Name is Walker. Being a nurse I knew that Jon's chances of survival were not good from the radio report. Anybody who is in cardiac arrest from trauma prior to hospital arrival only has about a one percent chance of living. At this point I was praying to God and making every deal that I could with the almighty to save Jon's life. Not for me but for the kids. I know that I have blown my chance, so for once in my life it was not about my happiness but someone else's. I saw the fire department chaplain walking in the door. He spied me and came over to console Joni and I. The ambulance pulled up and they quickly removed Jon from the back. I noticed that nobody was doing CPR. I tried to rush to him when I heard one of the Medics say, we got his heart rate back as they rushed him into the trauma room. Joni and I followed but they would not let us in. Doctors and nurses were examining and working on him. X-ray came banging through the door. I have never seen so many doctors in one room in my life. The Trauma Surgeon was there as well as a Cardiologist and a Pulmonologist, a Renal Specialist, an Orthopedist, a Radiologist and our Brain Surgeon. While X-ray was doing their job the ER doctor spoke with Joni and I. He explained that he will not know anything until the X-rays were done. He said that Jon was unconscious and his prognosis did not look good. Joni and I were hugging each other when I saw the fire department chaplain pull out a purple stole. I knew they used that for the Last Rights. I yelled at him NO... He came and held my hand and calmly said Keri and Joni, I want to give Jon his Last Rights. This does not mean that he won't pull through, but I think that if God decides to take Jon to be with his father, then he would appreciate if the ones he loves are with him, when that time comes. Then he looked right at me and said Keri, do not think for one second that Jon does not love you. He and I have had many conversations about your situation and I can assure you he has never stopped loving you. About that time Jon's mother came walking into the ER. We brought her up to date as far as Jon's condition and told her that the chaplain wanted to do Last Rights. We encouraged her to wait outside. She looked at us and said, "When the fire department car pulled up, I already knew. Don't forget, The Chaplain and I have been here before. I have already buried my husband and If God chooses I will bury my son." We all walked into the room which was now silent except for the beep of the heart monitor. I stood on his left side while Joni stood on his right side and we held his and moms hands while the Chaplain performed the Last Rights. For just a moment I thought I felt him squeeze my hand. When the Chaplain finished we stepped outside and the Chief of the ER approached us. He said, We have got the x-rays back and found that he has no head, neck, spine injury or pelvis injuries. He has a bad right femur fracture and he is losing blood. We want to operate but are afraid that his heart is still too weak. We are going to try to stabilize him and if all goes well, operate tomorrow. We have put a call out for blood as we will need a lot to keep him going until we can operate. When he gets stronger he should wake up on his own. They moved Jon to ICU. I told mom that I needed to get the kids but she said don't worry the kids are fine, you need to stay with your husband. I put my head down in shame. Mom lifted my chin up and said, you may have broke his trust in you once. He needs you now. Don't break it again. I look right into mom's eyes and said. Mom, I swear to you, I will never hurt your son again. I will be there for him until the day I die. She kissed my forehead. I went down to the cafeteria to get Joni and I some coffee. I was shocked to see a line that extended down the hall and into a waiting room of fire fighters and police officer's all waiting in line at the blood bank. Tears again came down my face and it was at that moment that I truly understood what it meant to trust that your partner would be there for you. This was why Jon and I had not made any progress towards reconciliation. I did not understand the depth of trust that I had violated. These firefighters, Jon's partners had his back, They would never betray him and I did. Now I understand. I went to the chapel to say a prayer and I made a promise to God that I will earn Jon's trust back and I will never violate that trust again. Joni spent the night with her husband and I spent the night by Jon's bedside. My parents came over and picked up the kids and everyone agreed to come back for surgery. By morning Jon had regained some strength and was starting arouse. They started taking him to surgery when he reached his hand to me. I leaned in to kiss him and he whispered, "Keri, I forgive you. Will you forgive me?" I answered yes Jon, I will and I still love you. Then he said, "I wish I had taken you up on the friends with benefits thing as I think it is going to be a long time before I can have sex again." I don't know why, but I started crying again. They wheeled him to surgery. They were only in surgery for three hours when the doctor came out to greet everyone. With a big smile he said, "Surgery was a success. You will be able to see him in a couple of hours. He further explained that barring any complications that Jon would be in the hospital for the next couple of weeks and then could go home, but would be in a waist / leg cast and would have limited mobility for about another eight to ten weeks. He would not be able to climb stairs, which meant his apartment was out. I said, Jon will move back into the house. I will take FMLA and take care of him. Mom patted me on the hand and Joni smiled. Chapter 4 The Cheater's Handbook The next several days were like a whirl wind. Jon was progressing well and I tried to stay by him as much as I could. I still had to work and take care of the kids, but I always stopped in before work and on all my breaks. I had lunches with him and even stopped in before I went home. I think Jon barely noticed as there was always someone visiting him. Word had gotten out to the press about Jon's heroics and between the media, the politicians and all the well wishers as well as all the fire fighters and their families visiting I never had any alone time with him. Several days after the surgery things started to calm down. I was walking up to the nurse's station on my way to visit Jon when I heard the nurses talking. They had not noticed me and rather than interrupt them I proceeded toward Jon's room. I heard one of the nurses say to another nurse, "I just gave our hero a bed bath and Oh My God, have you seen his cock. He was still out from the pain medication so I figured it would be a good time to give him his bed bath and while I was washing him...it, he got an erection and it was huge. He has the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Believe me, It took all the will power in the world not to just climb on board. The other nurse said have you no shame? The first nurse replied not when it comes to him. The second nurse said, well to bad he is married. The first nurse replied well...maybe not for long, one of my friends in the ER says that they are in the middle of a divorce. She cheated on him, and only a few more months remain before it is final...and when it is I plan on being on his dance card. I went into Jon's room, while thinking, "missy, you better have a backup plan because there is no way I am going to give Jon up. Besides I didn't cheat on him!" Jon was still asleep so I leaned over to kiss his forehead, but then stopped...I kissed him on his/my lips instead. I stopped back at lunch and Jon was awake. When I walked in he said, "Keri, They tell me that when they discharge me that I am going home to the house, and you are going to take FMLA. You know you don't have to do that. I will be fine." I could feel by eyebrows curl up and I said, "now you listen to me, I broke your trust once, I don't know why, but it is never going to happen again. I am going to do my duty to you until you kick me out. I know that to you it doesn't mean that the divorce is off, but until that time, I am going to be there for you. I now understand the magnitude of my broken trust to you." Jon replied, "do you now." I noticed that every time I came up to visit Jon, little miss hot pants nurse was swooning over him. She would make him treats and bring into work with her and I even saw her visit him on her days off. I decided to turn it up a notch. I was off the next morning, so I got to the hospital early to see Jon. I wore his favorite sun dress with no under ware or bra. I put a light sweater on so nobody would notice. The nurse who was working on this morning was an old friend of mine, who used to work with me in the ER. I told her that I was going to give Jon his bed bath so she wouldn't have to do it. I said I would appreciate it if he was not disturbed until I finish. Then I winked at her. She smiled and said Keri nobody will be around for the next hour, I appreciate you taking care of his...uh...bed bath. I walked into the room and shut the door, Jon was still asleep. I removed my sweater and pulled the covers off his good side. I took the soap and water and I started massaging his cock. Within a few seconds it started coming alive. Jon started waking up as I was rinsing it off. He said, "Keri what are you doing?" I reached down and took a hold of his cock and guided my mouth over it. Jon said "Keri, don't, you don't have to do this." I looked up at him and said, "Jon, scream if you must, it will be pretty embarrassing, probably get me fired. When I said that I am going to take care of you, I meant in every way". Then I shimmed out of my dress and climbed into the bed with him. I would like to say we had some great sex, but with the cast on, I could only really give him a blow job. I made it the best blow job I ever gave. When I was through Jon was cross eyed. He came three times but only once with me vaginally as we had to do it in a difficult position. Now let's see missy hot pants beat that. Keri From that day forward, I made sure that I either blew Jon or at least stroked him off every day. Jon even got to the point of feeling me up and masturbating me with his fingers. Finally, they released him to come home. The fire department ambulance brought him home and the guys had even helped me set the house up so Jon could stay on the first floor. We moved our big king sized bed down from the bedroom. The kids were happy that dad was home. The first night was a little awkward as Jon wanted to talk. He said that he was not sure that we should sleep together as that might give the kids the wrong message. Jon said, even though I have forgiven you, I have not forgotten. I told him I understand. I quickly left the room so that Jon would not see me crying. Mom was great. She held me then told me to march right back in there and tell Jon that I need to sleep there in case he needs something during the night. We will deal with the kids when the time comes. I did. We slept together for the first time in a year. It was still three months until the divorce will be final, so I had my work cut out for me. I Asked the court to grant an extension for three additional months. Jon's injury and rehabilitation was most important and I urged the judge to let me finish getting Jon healthy again. Jon did not object, so the judge granted it. Jon really didn't need much assistance, which left me a lot of time to think. I mostly thought about how stupid I was and how I never saw the seduction coming. I started reading about how people become seduced and started my own web based support group for people that were seduced which caused them to divorce. From my group, I read hundreds of stories about how they became the victim of seduction. I decided to put it all in print and make a book to help prepare women to be able to recognize and prevent unwanted seduction. I called the book, The Cheater's Handbook. When I finished, I sent it to a publisher who helped me get it edited. They published the book and gave me a small check, until they could see what the book would do in sales. The book was a huge success and went into multiple printings. It even made the best sellers list. The publisher started sending me huge royalty checks and I even got an invite to the Ellen Show to discuss my book. Jon and my six months was just about up and the divorce would actually become final on the day I was going to do the Ellen Show. I did not need to be in court as it was just a formality. As much as I tried, Jon just would say, that he has not forgotten. On the day of the Ellen Show, I did my best to put on a good face, but underneath I was devastated. Ellen was kind and funny. We discussed the book and why I wrote it. I described how I had become victimized by a seducer and that it cost me my marriage. I gave the whole gory details of how I was raped and why the courts would not prosecute the offender. I explained that I wanted to give women the knowledge to prevent what happened to me and thousands of other women from it ever happening to them. I explained that I called it The Cheater's Handbook because it read like a sports playbook. It shows step by step methods that seducers use. I explained to Ellen and the audience, How I had a fairytale marriage and how I was deeply in love with my husband. I never imagined that I would fall victim to a seducer. To this day I wish I could turn the clock backwards, but the reality of how I had destroyed not only my life but the lives of my husband and children. Ellen asked me about how I was moving on? I explained that I was going to be the best parent to my children possible and that I was going to make sure that they knew that they were conceived in love and that their father was a wonderful husband and father and that I was the one who failed the family. Ellen said, don't you think that you are being harsh on yourself? I replied, No Ellen, to this very day, which is the day out divorce becomes final, I love my husband with all my heart. I know deep down he still loves me but I violated his trust and no matter how much you love somebody, without trust, the relationship will not survive. Ellen then asked, what advice do you have for our audience?. I said, first off, you might disagree with me on this, but if you are in a relationship or married, stay out of the bars unless your husband is with you. These seducers are trolling the bars for their hook ups and the message that they have is that if you are in the bar without your husband, you are fair game. Bars are not the only place but remember, if you would not do something in front of your husband, then you probably should not be doing it. Secondly if any man tries to put your husband down, to you or in front of you, he has evil intentions and is trying to drive a wedge into your relationship. Ellen then asked if you could say anything to your husband what would you tell him now. I replied, I would tell him how sorry I was and that no matter what happens I will always love him. Then Ellen threw a surprise in for me. She said, In all fairness, I think there are women out there that thinks your husband is wrong. After all you did try to stop the situation but was forced to violate your vows. I would like to give him a chance to say to you what he would like to say. Just then the TV screen for the audience and a monitor in front of me flashed on and there was Jon. He said, Hi Ellen, I would like to congratulate Keri on the success of her book and I would like to tell her... Just then the screen went to static and the picture and sound went haywire. Ellen said to the producers...What is wrong? Then they said just give us a minute, we lost the signal. Unbeknown to me, the whole time, Jon was in the studio. While I was sitting there waiting, Jon had walked up behind me. Then I heard Jon say over the monitors, but just as if he was standing next to me. I would like to tell Keri, that I still love her and that I want her back in my life, if she will have me. Hearing this, I was crying, I couldn't even get a word out, but I know I was nodding my head and finally I said, There is nothing more in my life that I want than having you back. Ellen said, well don't tell me, turn around and tell that to Jon. I turned around and Jon was standing there. I jumped up into his arms so fast that I caught him off guard and both of us tumbled over. I was crying and kissing him and promising him that I will make him so happy. The audience was cheering and clapping and it seemed like eternity before it stopped. Ellen said, Keri, you are wrong, fairy tales do exist and to help make yours, we are sending you and Jon to a fairy tale Honeymoon to the City of Love, Paris France. Also, I know that today your divorce is final, but that is also not true as Jon had stopped the divorce a month ago. And finally to make a renewed commitment to you marriage, the very judge who refused to give up on you is here to renew your wedding vows...if that is want you want. The renewed vows were done in front of a live studio audience. Jon had flown his mother, our children, my parents and his sister and her husband to the studio. When he discovered that I was going to be on the Ellen show, he contacted her and explained what he wanted to do. For the last month everyone knew my Jon was coming home except me. Jon later explained that he wanted to do it this way because of how I unselfishly put myself out there to try to protect others by telling my story which could open me up to public ridicule. He wanted to make an equally strong statement as to his love for me. Jon finished healing and was now back on the job. He had already given up his apartment and we moved the bed back up to our bedroom. The kids were happy that daddy is home and I, well let's just say that I am still making sure little miss hot pants nurse will get nothing from Jon. Jon now says he goes to work just so he can get some rest. I am not upset that Jon returned to the fire department. Absolutely not. The world needs more real men like Jon and all the firefighters out there. I worry about what could happen, but I am secure in knowing that I am loved and that he is loved. I trust in his brother and sister firefighters to keep each other safe. I know what it takes to trust and that is the ultimate commitment to each other. I have that commitment to Jon and my family. Epilog; The honeymoon was wonderful. Neither Jon or could barely walk by the time we got back. I just came home from work today and have some other news for Jon. It seems that the farm is growing. I am pregnant again and the doctor thinks it will be twins again. Ellen would like an update to our lives and I think that I am going to tell Jon on the live feed update. Kerin Gets Her Limitations I woke up with Kerin still sleeping soundly in my arms. I managed to look at my watch and noticed that it was almost 3:00 PM. We had been asleep for a few hours already. I gently woke Kerin up by kissing her face and nibbling on her neck. She let out a light moan and smiled without opening her eyes. Then she spoke, her English accent making me melt "Mmmmm, Master, I feel so comfortable in your arms." I smiled and kissed her lips. "I am glad you feel comfortable Love, but it is time to wake up sleepyhead. We have many things to discuss this afternoon and evening." I ran my hands through her hair as she opened her eyes and started to stretch her legs in my lap. She finally stopped stretching and kissed me as she tried to stand on her own. I held her hips as she gained her footing. "We can discuss anything you desire Master, but first, may I use the restroom?" she asked. I pointed the direction to the bathroom as I replied, "Over there Love, second door on the right. Make sure you clean yourself well. You never know what desires I may have in the next few hours. I winked at her as she smiled back at me. She turned and headed towards the bathroom. I tended the fire and prepared some fresh fruits for us as she was in the bathroom. I also prepared us some tea. I placed two glasses and the bowl of fruit onto an ornately scribed platter that read in script letters "To Be Submissive Is Heavenly, To Serve Your Master Is Divine" I placed it on the small table in front of the sofa. Kerin returned a few minutes later carrying the towel she used to dry herself off with. She noticed the platter of tea and fruit on the table and smiled. She draped the towel over a chair and without saying a word, she knelt down in front of me between the sofa and the table and wrapped her arms around my knee. I leaned down and kissed her as I reached into the bowl and took a slice of apple from the bowl. I bit the slice and then held the rest of it out for Kerin. She looked at me and smiled a vixen sort of smile and then licked the piece of apple without taking her eyes off me. I grinned as she then pulled the piece out of my fingers and ate it. "Master, I would have prepared this platter for us if had you told me to do so," she said. "I know Love," I replied. "I will not always be wanting you to serve on me hand and foot Babe. I will also like to spoil you at times." She smiled and kissed my knee. "I will surely enjoy when you spoil me Master." "Kerin," I started, "We have to discuss something about the group now. My collaring you may sort of complicate things for you and the rest of the group. See, I don't want to share you with anyone my Love. There are some Masters and Mistresses that will take advantage of you if my intentions with you are not clear. With that in mind, I need to impose some restrictions on you with the group." She looked at me with some concern. "What do you mean Master? Would they not respect that I am under your care and guidance?" she coyly asked. I replied to her, "Unfortunately Love, most angels are considered group property unless otherwise stated by the Master or Mistress who collars them. For this reason, I am going to make up a card that you will show to other Masters or Mistresses should they be calling on your services and I not be around. It will have my signature on it and they should respect that." Her face showed a sigh of relief as I said that. "What will be on this card Master?" I spotted a small notebook and a pen on the nightstand and told Kerin to retrieve it for me. She rose and retrieved the notebook and returned without a word. I took them from her as she settled back on her knees in front of me. I started to write and jotted down and opening statement. I then read it aloud to Kerin. "My Master and leash holder is Sir Derrick. He is my True Love, Guardian and Protector! He has asked me to provide this card to anyone requesting anything from me. This card describes my Limitations and Restrictions." She smiled as I finished reading. "Straight and to the point it is Master" she said. I started off by writing that I am her one and only Master. She is not to be included in sex play without my permission. I also stated that she is not to be punished in any manner from anyone, except me. She does not be put in her place as she already knows where her place is -- By my side! I had to come up with a safeword for her. I looked around the room for something significant but could not find anything. Then I remembered that the name of the manor was Orchid. I asked Kerin, "How about 'orchid' for your safeword my Love?" She thought about it for a second and replied, "That is a lovely word Master. After all, we did consummate our relationship here in this lovely manor. I wrote down 'orchid' as her safeword and closed the writing by having all problems taken up with me. After I finished writing, I handed Kerin the notebook and let her read it. She read it carefully and then looked at me and smiled. She then said in a concerned voice, "These limitations are pretty clear Master. What do I do if someone does not want to abide by them?" "There are not many Masters or Mistresses that will not respect that card My Love. I will tell you who they are and you are to avoid them at all costs. If for some reason you are not able to avoid them you will use your safeword. If they still do not cease, they will face my wrath should anything happen to you." I paused as I let that statement sink in. I then continued, "I will also introduce you to a couple of Masters and Mistresses who are my closest friends in the group. You will be able to trust and seek them out for protection when I am not there." I leaned down and kissed Kerin on the lips. "Are those limitations alright with you My Love, or would you like them re-worded in any way?" I asked. Kerin shook her head, "No Master, your words are clear enough. I couldn't have said it better myself. I am glad that you do want to share me with others. I only want to be devoted to you." I smiled gratefully. "Good," I replied. "I will print this on a card that you can carry in your handbag or pocket. You will have a copy in the morning." I tossed the notebook aside and then leaned forward. "Now I will tell you about our rules" I said. Kerin placed her arms on my knees and looked up at me to listen intently. I started. "Rule number one. Whenever we are here at the manor, the galleries, shops or the garden, you are to address as me as Master. If you fail to address me properly while we are on these premises, you will receive a spanking consisting of five swats with this leather bound wooden paddle." I reached behind one of the sofa cushions and produced my paddle to show it to her. She looked at the paddle with some concern in her eyes. She then put her head down as she said, "Oh that will be easy Master." I slapped the paddle against my hand and then replaced it behind the cushion. "Rule number two. You are never to wear knickers or a bra unless I specifically tell you to wear them. If I find you break this rule, you will receive ten swats from the paddle I just showed you." "Master?" she questioned. "Yes my Love?" I answered. "Forgive me Master, but why ten swats for an underwear infraction and only five for misaddressing you?" she asked. "I can make it ten for each if you wish my Love," I stated. "Oh no Master! I do not wish that" she quickly replied as she reached down and rubbed her ass with one hand. "The answer is simple my Love. You belong to me. Mind, body and soul. Your body is for my pleasure. You never know when I might want to use it. When I decide to have you, I want as little as possible in the way of clothing for you to remove" I told her. "I understand Master" she said smiling. "I will try not to break those rules." "In fact my Love, it is quite good that you are wearing nothing at the moment," I said. "Please go over to the bed and lay face down with your arms and legs spread." Kerin stood up and flashed me a little vixen smile. She walked over to the bed, throwing her hips from side to side as she walked. I was mesmerized by the curves of her hips and her soft, sexy ass. She looked back at me before laying on the bed in the position I instructed. I noticed a small look of curiosity on her face as she did so. Once she was positioned and I was satisfied, I got up off the sofa and walked over to the bed. I opened a drawer on the bedside stand and reached in and took out a set of ankle and wrist bracelets. I then proceeded to put them on Kerin. She tensed up as I started to put them on."What are you going to do with me Master?" she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice. "Shhhhhh Baby," I told her. "Just relax while I bind you to the bed." She didn't reply but I felt her relax as I finished putting the bracelets on. I then reached back into the drawer and pulled out a small coil of rope. It was actually four ropes coiled together. I separated them and tied one end of each rope around the bedposts. I then tied the other ends of the ropes to each of her bracelets, taking up the slack enough so that her arms and legs were suspended in the air in a reverse crab style. I looked between her legs and saw her pussy was already dripping wet. "This excites you my Love?" I asked her as I finished the last knot. "Oh yes Master. I can feel my pussy is getting moist and starting to tingle already. I am curious as to what you are going to do to me while I am sort of suspended like this." I checked all of her bracelets to make sure they were secure and not hurting her. I then traced my fingers over the curves of her soft ass. I gently traced around the small bruises on her ass from yesterday's spankings. She winced a little bit as I began to massage her ass with both of my hands, but then relaxed as she realized that I was not going to hurt her. I massaged the small of her back to help release some of the pressure caused by the semi-suspended position she was in. She moaned at my every touch as I kneaded her skin. I slid my left hand down in between her legs and rubbed it across the golden tuft of her mound. She bit her lip and moaned out, "Ohh Master. That feels so good. I love how you touch me Master." I spoke to her in a very quiet and soothing voice, "Baby, I am going to play with your pussy with my tongue and a vibrator. While I do so, I want you to concentrate on not letting yourself orgasm until I tell you to do so. Do you think you can handle that?" "I will try Master," she replied. "I have never tried to not let myself cum before. I don't know if I can do it Master." "You will concentrate on it," I told her in a firmer voice. "If you cum before I allow you to do so, you will get five swats from the paddle." She gulped hard and whimpered out "I will cum when you tell me to Master, I promise." I went to the bedside stand and opened another drawer. Inside this drawer were a few dildos, a butt plug and a couple of vibrators of various shapes and sizes. I selected a six inch vibrator and went back to the bed. I crawled up onto the bed in between Kerin's outstretched legs. My hands traced up and down the inside of Kerin's creamy thighs. Her pussy was already visibly wet with anticipation. I leaned down and began to kiss the insides of her thighs. Starting down behind her knee on her right leg, I left a trail of kisses and small gentle nibbles up the back of her leg and inside her thigh. When I reached her luscious ass, I ran my tongue up and down her right cheek and over to the middle. I then ran my tongue up and down her crack over her asshole but not touching her pussy. She tried to raise her hips so my tongue would touch her pussy but the way she was suspended did not allow her to do so. I smelled the sweet and musky aroma of her pussy and the faint smells of our love making from previously in the day. I then moved down to the back of her left knee and repeated the entire process over again. By the time my tongue hit her ass the second time, she was already moaning and wanting my tongue in her pussy. Despite knowing it was a futile effort on her part, she kept trying to raise her ass up to make my tongue touch her pussy. She finally gave in and decided to concentrate her efforts on her orgasm. I reached for the vibrator on the bed and turned it on. I placed the vibrator right on the top of the crack of her ass in between her cheeks. She began to moan louder as she felt the vibrator on her ass. Holding the vibrator with one hand, I leaned my face down in between her legs and began to lick her pussy. I slid my tongue into her spread folds and across her clit. I tasted her sweetness for the first time directly from the source and savored it. I sucked her clit into my mouth and began to run the tip of my tongue all around it and over it. She began to moan louder and her breathing became faster. I felt her pussy throb around my chin and knew she was going to cum any second. I stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as I could and her pussy tightened around my tongue. I slapped her ass with my other hand as I removed my tongue from her pussy and said, "Remember Baby, do not cum until you are told to." "Y-y-es Master," she panted in between breaths. I then took the vibrator and slid it into her pussy with one smooth and quick motion. She convulsed and shook in her binds then let out a very loud high pitched moan. I felt her whole body tense up as she tried very hard to stop her orgasm, but the vibrator was too much. I could tell she was going to cum and she was going to cum very hard. I counted five seconds and then decided to let her cum by saying in a calm voice, "You may cum now Baby. I want to see and taste your sweet juices as you cum." No sooner than the word "may" came out of my mouth Kerin started cumming. She took in a deep breath and her pussy started to convulse around the vibrator nearly taking it out of my grip. Her whole body shook and she let out a low guttural moaning sound as she started to peak. Her pussy flooded my hand and soaked the sheet under her. I immediately pulled out the vibrator and leaned my face into her pussy, my tongue licking as much of her juices as I could. I sucked her whole pussy into my mouth as her orgasm peaked and kept going. Her breathing became harder and more labored as I kept her cumming. I opened my eyes and looked up her back to see her head moving from side to side as she struggled to breathe. Her moans dwindled down to mere whimpers as she continued to cum. I then sucked her pussy hard for a good two seconds and let her go. Kerin dropped her head onto the bed and continued to try to catch her breath. Her orgasm waned off and she was finally able to control her breathing. I immediately began to untie her and let her arms and legs down so she could breathe easier. After getting her loose from her binds and the bracelets off, she curled up into a fetal position and didn't say a word. I crawled up behind her and wrapped my arm over her. I kissed her neck and shoulders and caressed her hip with my hand. After a few moments she finally spoke, "Oh my god Master! I have never had an orgasm that powerful before. I thought I was going to pass out." I grinned and said, "Baby, you did fine. I knew you would not be able to hold your orgasm back any longer than you did. You will work on that though. The longer you hold your orgasm back, the more fulfilling they become when you finally let them happen. This is a skill that you learn over time. We will continue to work on it." "Master?" she asked in a concerned voice. "Yes my Love?" I replied. "I must confess, I started to allow my orgasm as you started to give me permission to do so. Am I going to get the paddle?" she asked in a very concerned voice. I chuckled and told her as I gave her a playful swat on her ass, "No my Love. I am not going to punish you for anticipating what I am going to say when you are correct in your assumption." She giggled as she reached around and grabbed her ass where my hand made contact. "I Love you Master Derrick." "And I Love you Kerin!" "Now my Love," I said to her. "Go get yourself cleaned up and dressed. Remember the rules of dress." "Yes Master, no bra and no knickers," she replied. "Are we going somewhere Master?" I replied, "Yes my Love. We are going to head to the garden and tell everyone the news. I am ready to break the hearts of a few Masters in the group." She laughed as she rose off the bed. "And I am ready to break the hearts of the women in the group," she said smugly as she headed towards the bathroom.