1 comments/ 21692 views/ 0 favorites More By: Joe_Saili I had been on the WSA site for a couple of months now and a "favorite" has been Crystal and John. They have been writing back and forth with me sending erotic stories and personal pictures. Crystal is a Sexy wife and John an understanding hubby sharing her beauty with others and me on the WSA site. They take their own pictures and they are very exotic showing all the intimate parts of Crystal's body in razor sharp detail. Occasionally we get a glimpse of John's dick in Crystal's mouth filling it with cum. Crystal and John were telling me that they were thinking of inviting a third person to visit to take more intimate pictures of them in action. This third person would be a photographer only and there would be no sex with him. She went on to say how that they felt comfortable with me and were wondering if I would like to come for a weekend visit. Crystal said that "maybe" if they liked me in person they would ask me to take these pictures. If they didn't feel comfortable, than this would be a nice weekend together just getting to know each other and "maybe" another time. After thinking on this awhile I agreed to come to meet them. I arrived at the airport about 50 miles from where they live. They both came to meet me at the airport to drive me to their house. Upon seeing Crystal in person she was sexier than I could have imagined. She dressed conservatively in a black button front blouse with a skirt a little above the knees and heels. John was a slim fellow about three inches taller than Crystal muscular in build. I was hoping that they wouldn't be disappointed in meeting me. As it was a little after noon I suggested that we go to a restaurant for some lunch to which they both agreed. At the restaurant we talked about the area they live in, jobs, hobbies and other interests. There was no discussion of a sexual nature but we all seemed relaxed with each other. It was a nice lunch with little jokes being told back and forth and we finished about 1:30. As we walked to the car Crystal mentioned that on the way home they would show me some of the local sight's. I said that would be nice as I brought my camera and was hoping to see some of the mountains that were in the pictures she had sent to me. I got in the back seat and Crystal and John were sitting up front. We left the city quickly and were on some open country roads. We drove awhile and there were some mountains and valleys to the side. As we approached an overlook Crystal asked if I would like to take some pictures. We pulled over and we all got out of the car, I walked about three hundred feet to the overlook while they stood outside the car waiting for me. I took some pictures and walking back I could see them talking and as I was approaching John gave Crystal a kiss on the lips. (I was thinking to myself, lucky guy). I came back and they asked if I was ready to go, to which I said yes. John went around to get in and I opened the front door for Crystal. She said no, I would sit in the backseat with you so that I can point out some of the sights. Not thinking too much of this I said fine. Crystal and I were in the backseat sitting apart from each other. As we drove along she pointed out some sights. As we went around a turn she pointed over to the side to show me something and at the same time she moved close to my side. As I was looking outside she tenderly kissed my cheek. A flash ran though my body as I felt her lips on my cheek. I quickly looked up and in the mirror I could see John smiling. I than turned to Crystal and kissed her on the cheek. As I did I heard a very faint, "more". With that I kissed her on the lips and again heard "more". Our tongues began to entwine and we were both breathing heavily. Upon hearing "more" again I grabbed at her breasts from the outside of her blouse rubbing and twisting them. Crystal again muttered "more" so I unbuttoned her blouse to see her huge tits in her red bra. I rubbed them only to feel her nipples perk up. Again "more" came from her mouth, at which I stripped her of her blouse and unleashed the hook in the front of her bra. Two massive tits exploded into my hands and quickly into my mouth. All of sudden I saw a flash of light. I looked around and John had stopped the car and was taking pictures of us going at it. I turned backed to sample more of her tits. As lust filled my body I couldn't believe this was happening and than again I heard "more". While her tits were being sucked into my mouth I slid my fingers under her skirt to the center of her legs joining at the silky panties covering her cunt. I rubbed vigorously and felt her Clit harden to my touch. At this point she moaned "more" so I lifted my head from her tits to look down to see that she had unbuttoned the side of her dress. I pulled her skirt off and ripped at her silky panties quickly having her completely naked before me. I took one of my fingers and slipped it in her cunt that was already very moist. I kept moving it back and forth and than again I heard "more" but this time it was not from Crystal but John was telling me "more". I slipped in two fingers and turned my hand so that my finger were reaching up and forward searching for her "G" spot. Again John called out "more" and I responded with three finger working her pussy searching for her "G" spot. As I went in and out faster and faster her body arched up thrusting her hips upwards and there was a large moan and she squirted all over my hand. Afterwards she collapsed and I sat back withdrawing my hand and bringing it to my face to smell and taste the results of my work. As I was enjoying the success of the moment much to my surprise there was a tugging at my belt. Crystal was pulling the belt to the side and undoing it. Once undone, she undid my zipper, pulling both my pants and underwear off my body, down my legs, leaving it in a crumpled pile at my feet. My dick was hard and its head moist with pre-cum, she kissed it pulling away with strings of moisture clinging to her lips. I than moaned "more", to which Crystal opened her mouth and slid down engulfing my entire dick in her mouth. Again I moaned "more", without moving up or down I felt her tongue caressing my dick until I couldn't stand it anymore and Shot my load in her mouth. Crystal slid off of it, swallowing all of the cum and proceeded to lick my dick clean of any leftovers. There is no "more" to this story. Joe Ps So much for "maybe" More There exists a man, a delightfully masculine creature with a boyish grin and a wonderful sense of play about him. A real man's man if you will. I'm rarely afforded the opportunity to touch him, to run the tips of my fingers across the coarse dark hair that covers his strong forearms. I'm oft denied the pleasure and passion of his kisses, remembering them instead in the dreams of my days and the haunt of my nights. I remember fucking him well, though it's been some time, not by choice, but the realities of life exist. The taste of him, the touch of him, the smell of this man, my love, the memories come back to me time and again. Yet, despite the distance, I feel his presence, his essence every day. His voice makes me weak-kneed and tongue-tied. His words distract me, leave me dripping, squirming and on the verge of coming. Late afternoon teasing phone calls at my desk are the guiltiest of pleasures. I listen to him recount the desire to have me alone, backed up against the wall, large and masculine hands wandering, exploring the naughty panties beneath my hiked up skirt. Swallow hard, appear collected and say little to give us away. The constraints of just listening and the inability to respond with anything other than a hard swallow and nipples stiffening beneath my clothes make me ache with want and heady frustration. His gentle brand of seduction makes me close my eyes, toss my head back and sigh with pleasure. And oh the dreams: they leave me tangled in the bed sheets, breathless and reaching for him in the darkest hour of my night. The morning after taste of frustration and futility cloying to the palate, as he's not really mine to have. I've laid in bed with him, sweat dripping from our bodies exhausted from making love, felt him running down the inside of my thighs. I've closed my eyes and imagined him towering over me, fitting his hips to mine and sliding deep inside my well oiled pussy. I've fallen in love, over and over again, with the sound of his orgasm. That husky throaty, nearly primeval groan in my ear as he leans in close all tensed up, one last thrust deep inside my soul and unleashes a torrent of heat into me. For a moment nothing exists outside the two of us. I love that I inspire in him, what he commands of me. I've cum for him, upon his demand, with three fingers buried deep inside me, the sound of his voice and the power of his words drenching my mind in a kind of mental orgasm. This man and I? We've met in the middle of an even playing field. Bent our heads together in silent prayer for one another, felt the energy flow from one to another. I'd like to think I know what makes him tick. I'd like to think I know what he's thinking sometimes even before he knows. Perhaps that's just feminine arrogance speaking out of turn, but I do know what gets his attention and what gets him off. He can play my body like a finely tuned instrument and he knows my mind as if it were his own, because I've bravely stretched out both, gloriously naked, before him like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. I share my secrets with this man. My hopes, dreams, fears, he hears them all. There is nothing I couldn't tell him. I excitedly hear his innermost thoughts too. Each and every day this man, who has become as much a part of my existence as my right arm, is there for me in some form. He stokes my mind, my ego, my soul as much as he gently, teasingly strokes my flesh. I am his for the taking. This much he knows is true. This man I rarely have the pleasure of touching is the most skilled lover I've ever had. The back of his hand briefly slid up the slope of my stomach has left me all aflutter. The tips of his fingers running down the side of my cheek have been my undoing on more than one occasion. He's held my hips and slid his hard cock into me from behind the way he knows I like it. I've closed my eyes, ducked my head, arched my back and screamed out his name as I've felt him touch the very heart of me. He's held me tight as I fall and I've hungrily tasted all he has to give. He's whispered to me in that low and slow drawl, "give it to me baby" and I have. It's the voice that gets me off just closing my eyes and concentrating on each syllable, every delightful image he spins for me. Yes... there is indeed a man who's voice and words leaving me dripping, aching, wanting for more. More Your words are a powerful expression of sensuality. They caress my intellect and stroke my spirit. They make my mind take erotic turns, slips and slides. They somersault off of your lips and dive into my own mouth. I can see them in my mind and conjure all that you mean to say adding my own twist of absurdity... Your mind excites me and your words make me melt. Every word on the screen embraces me. I see them in my mind's eye. And even days later when I picture them, the sight makes my cunt wet and sends those, so long ago, yet familiar tingles deep through my cunt. Hold me, I want you. I slip my ethereal arms around your waist and see the moan appear on the screen as I push my body as close to yours as I'm allowed... I know it's escaping your mind as you type and I need to know everything. We undress each other as we undress ourselves, piece by piece. You ask me to slip off my shorts and I comply. You don't need to see it to believe me and you unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans even as I slip my own shorts off and toss them off my feet. I ask you to leave them around your ankles. I want to envision you sitting in front of the screen, leaning back, underwear and crumpled jeans around your ankles. You can leave your unbuttoned shirt on but I want it so your hairy belly and chest shows. I can see all of this with only words... Fingers telling you everything you want to hear. I place my hands on the keyboard and begin to type. The lights are low, the glow of the screen, you write to me what you want tonight, ask me if I've ever written such thoughts out or am I not able to express them. You know better and can almost hear me when I type, almost... Don't be absurd. The wet spot on my underwear continues to grow and still you won't let me take my hands from the keyboard. My body gives over to the gentle rocking back and forth in my chair but I find little relief for my efforts. Closing my eyes, I have to hear you. The page is not enough anymore. I want more... The poetry reverberates in my ears. I remember the cadence, tone and expression in the low softness as you read. I'm imagining what you feel reading those words, to me, for me, cheeks flushed hot. I'm painting your picture into mine with every word... My heart leaps when the phone rings. Even though I expected it, it doesn't fail to startle me. I answer it without words and your complementing silence confirms it is indeed you... Breathing only and I'm taken, instinctively heading for my bed to lie down and talk to you. I want to hear your voice. Low and deep, sensual and quiet. That growl, your guttural and animal moans as you begin to orgasm. I have to have you. It's never enough. I want you in the flesh, to feel the strength in your arms clasping me to you... I'm on my back, legs apart, with a dildo, fucking myself. But there's no connect. I need to feel you wrapped around me. Your arms holding me. I could almost cry, I need to have you so badly. I need you inside of me, I need to feel your weight on top of me. You, not this non- entity piece of plastic. I want to taste your salty sweat. I need to smell your scent, that masculine musk. Those lips, I have to suck them, taste them. Biting your flesh, drawing blood and I don't give a fuck anymore. I want to mark you and I want yours... Still, I want more... I open my eyes and you're there, above me. Telling me you've wanted to come to me for so long, needing, wanting. Lying down beside me, strong hands run gently along my face, caressing every wrinkle, stripping the flesh, exposing my own vulnerabilities. Yet I'm so secure in your tenderness, your honesty, your love, I become unabashed and open myself fully to you... Finally, from my dreams, our pages and pages of script, the music of your voice in my ears. And now in my arms, legs wrapped around you, drawing you in so I thought we couldn't be closer. But we want more... Your cock swells to meet the same passion within my cunt. Flesh to flesh, honeyed tongue to honeyed tongue, dripping every thought, those pasted words from so long ago, every moment of self-induced orgasm, finally, reality now together. Entering me, deeply connecting, feeling fuller, I know your soul... My body rises to meet yours, lifting me off the bed with every thrust. Your sweat, dripping off your face onto my lips, I taste it, lap at it like a pup, our tongues tasting it together. Your tongue as deep as your cock now. I'm moaning your name as I beg you to fuck me harder and harder. Say my name, like so many times before... Fuck me like it was the first time, fuck me like it's the last time, fuck me like it will be the only time. Then fuck me even harder because we both know the truth of those words. Nothing else matters anymore. It's only you and I, finally. I want to see you exposed, vulnerable, and so in love. Fuck me so fast that it seems slow motion, time stands still and I don't care who sees us or who hears us or knows anymore because I am so full of desire and passion for your being that nothing else in the world matters. I don't give a shit anymore who sees... I am so fucking sick of hiding my passion. We are oblivious to it all as we spiral upwards towards orgasm. Your strong fingers running over my scalp, grabbing handfuls of my hair, so long, like silk wrapped around your fists... pulling it taut as I hold fistfuls of yours. Grown so long, just for me. Let me hold you hard inside me, your body crushing me. Feeling your heartbeat, strong in time with my own. Fuck me until we are one with the universe. Fuck me until I see God and I see God in your face. Look into my eyes and don't lose contact. Cumming and cumming and cumming together... My fingernails digging into your back, dragging you, pulling you, grinding you, deeper and deeper into me. And you tell me, shout at me, harder, harder... The red streaks appearing up and down your soft, white flesh. You moan in pain and pleasure... I need to suck you, drain you, breathe you, eat you and fuck you over and over and over. Screaming out in agony and crying out in ecstasy because they are one in the same. I need to hear you screaming out my name, telling me over and over and over again you love me, you love me... The Mithric cape of the universe falls away... More Dan and Brian lived upstairs from me. I had lived in the building for about two months when I started running into to them more frequently at the mailboxes in the lobby. The building had more than a few gay men and couples living there. While many of the other guys in the building were playfully flirty (and sometime more earnest than playful) Dan and Brian were at first, always polite but never much more. They were rare that way and maybe that was what made them intriguing. They were incredibly sexy devils. Both had salt and pepper hair closely cropped and piercing eyes; Dan's were brown while Brian's were a cool shade of gray blue. While Dan looked about thirty-eight, I guessed that Brian was about forty-two. More or less the same height they both stood just above six feet tall. Clearly, both of them were in shape from the way they filled whatever clothing they had on when I bumped into them. After we found ourselves meeting at the mailboxes (sometimes I would bump in to one or the other, sometime I would see both after one of their bike rides) I started to say hello and after some seeming initial hesitation, they begin to reciprocate to the point we established a polite but limited repartee. I readily admit that I snuck a few looks at them at the mailboxes. Catching glimpses of Dan's sexy hairy chest through the opening of his button-down business shirts when he came back from work. Following the lines of the lean muscle of their backs when they came back from a workout with their T-shirts stuck to their bodies with sweat. What made them attractive was that they were men, and not the little boys that seem to populate the building and spill over into the surrounding neighborhood. They had the weathered look that comes from exercising outdoors rather than spending their time down the street at the gym doing endless hours on the elliptical machine that often felt like a staircase to nowhere. After a few months our conversations started to get a little longer, bit by bit, even though my new work schedule made our run ins at the mailboxes less frequent. It got to the point that it felt like we were at least on friendly terms, catching up on how work was going, (I found out that Dan worked for a start-up tech company and Brian had been at the "green" non-profit he worked at since he first graduated college. Both careers seemed far more interesting than my job as an accountant at HR firm downtown.) and hearing about their weekend plans. Although I never got an invite for dinner or go out for drinks and I never extended one myself, I didn't think too much of it as I had been seeing a guy named Jonah I had met at the gym and he kept me occupied a number of evenings a week. The other nights I was too exhausted from work. A few months into it, it was clear than things with Jonah were not going to work out. When Jonah finally broke it off after a few weeks of half heartedly trying to make time to hang out together, I wasn't left devastated by I was understandably disappointed. Once more, unlucky in love, I thought. Back to my single guy routine, I wound up running into Dan and Brian more in the lobby. Seeing me particularly mopey, one day. Dan asked what was up. "Just got dumped" I replied. "Feeling a little down." "Oh, sorry to hear than, man," came the reply. "I know how tough break-ups can be." And with that Dan, absent mindedly sifted through his mail and head towards the elevator. I have to admit that I was a little disappointed that the didn't chat me up more. A week later, I bumped into Brian at the front door. After a quick hello, he mentioned that Dan had told him about my recent break-up. "So what are you doing to get through it?" he asked. "What do you mean?" I said. "Well, are you doing any thing to keep busy? Keeping busy, exercise got me through a few rough break-ups." "I guess I go to the gym." (It sounded so lame coming out of my mouth.) "I'm talking about getting into the outdoors. Some fresh air might do you good." Having grown up in the city and having spent my whole life enjoying the perks of urban living, I had no real idea of what he was talking about. "Dan and I are heading out to Azores's National Park this weekend for a bike ride. We have an extra bike. Come with us." Brian offered. It didn't sound all that fun to be honest, and I think it showed immediately on my face, because Brian broke out into a laugh. "Oh, come on. Try something new. It will be a quick ride," he promised. Sizing the situation up, I agreed. This was the first invite I had gotten to do any thing with them. And I had ridden a bike before. Couldn't be that hard. Hop on and pedal right? It sounded like it would be a quick jaunt at any rate... Four hours after we headed out that Saturday morning, we made it back to the building. The sun had beat down on us the entire time. And while we had stopped for breaks to accommodate my pace, it was without a doubt the most strenuous thing I had ever done. I wasn't convinced I had fun—the one saving grace had been when Dan had stripped down to his waist to air out and I got my first full look at his magnificent torso, sweat glistening off the ringlets of fur that covered his front. Back at the building, I think they saw the damage they had done, particularly watching the wobbliness in my legs as I got the bike they lent me through the door. I think half feeling sorry for me, they invited me up for dinner. "It's the least we can do." Dan said. I washed up, took a nap and arrived at their apartment sore but with a bottle of wine in hand a few hours later. Over dinner, I found out more about them. They seemed liked genuinely nice guys. I think the bottle of wine that I brought and the wine they pulled out of their cupboard to supplement it certainly helped the conversation along. They told me that they were essentially quiet homebodies and that they more or less kept to themselves; that a lot of folks thought them aloof when they didn't enter into easy conversation right away. I gathered that they were shy, which was a nice change from the over the top in your face queens that filled the neighborhood bars. The conversation turned to my recent romantic woes. Not very interesting stuff but my new comfortableness with the two led the conversation from basic questions into more and more scandalous territory. "Was he at least any good in bed?" they asked laughing after I told them about the increasingly boring conversations that marked our last weeks together. "Well...." I started hesitatingly... which only brought even more laughter from them. Getting bolder from the rush of the day and the evening, I asked them how long they had been together and if the sex ever got stale. I had been with Jonah only a few months and the after a few weeks it felt fairly routine. All the while I noticed I was getting hard from our new topic of conversation. I think part of it was the excitement of having been invited into their world. The sudden intimacy made me feel a little flush. The wine wasn't hurting. And either was my view of Brian and Dan's chests ringed with salt and pepper hair underneath their unbuttoned at the top shirts. The proximity to both of them made the air feel still and suffocating. Both of them looked at each other. "Sure you go through rough patches" Brian said. "But you think of ways to keep it fun." With that he ran his hands through Dan's hair, innocently kissed him on the mouth and went into the kitchen for another bottle. He and Dan started toward the living room as I excused my self to I head into the bathroom. "Down the hall and on your right!" Dan called. They laughed as they saw me wobble down the hall. Thankfully they didn't see my hard-on busting up against my jeans. I stared at myself in the mirror. I little wobbly from the wine and the ride, I propped my self against the counter, hoping that my erection would go down. No such luck. While I had secretly thought about each of them in fleeting moments, I was surprised to find myself where I was at that second. While my surprise at our sudden familiarity and the buzz from the wine was slowly starting to wear off...my sudden horniness was not. I realized I wanted them both. Feeling a little flush again, I started to unbutton the top two buttons on my shirt to air out. The sight of my own chest hair, made me think of the two of them, laughing away in the other room. They were such incredibly sexy fuckers. What would their lips feel like on my nips I wondered. Hesitating for a second while I ran my cool fingers across my nipples, I then unbuttoned all the buttons of the shirt and pulled it out of my jeans. I wet a finger and ran it in circles across my nipples. I could feel my hard-on throb. Taking my shirt off I let it fall to the floor. For a pregnant second I looked in the mirror. I figured the worst that could happen was I could make a fucking fool of myself and claim it was the alcohol that made me do it. Feeling like there was no heading back, I slid off my jeans and pulled down the tight white underwear that hugged my firm hairy ass. Taking one big deep breath I exited the bathroom and headed down the hall. I came out into the living with the stiffest hard on I've have ever had and was met by two shocked faces. Dan and Brian both just sat there with their jaws open staring. I stood there, looked them both in the eyes and said. "I want to have some fun tonight." I went over and sat between them and ran my hands across their legs. I looked at Dan first and leaned over to kiss him full on the mouth. It was hot and wet. I turned to Brian who was more hesitant to meet my mouth and did the same. They looked at each other silently communicating, for what seemed like forever, leaving me thinking that maybe this wasn't going to happen... ...And then their hands were all over me Rubbing my hairy nipples. Kneading my furry abs. Massaging my neck. Running their hand across my chest, and down to my dick. Dan grabbed my cock and started jerking me gently with the ring he made with his thumb and index finger. I let out a nasty moan and my now slick with pre cum dick felt like it was going to explode. All the while Brian gently kneaded my balls. Soon both Dan and Brian had their mouths on me, alternating shoving their tongues down my throat, gently chewing on my nipples, licking my arm pits. They had some extended uninhibited kisses themselves and I wondered if maybe they had done this before. Watching these fine men kiss only got me going more. This went on for a while before Brian got up to get some water from the kitchen for us. The apartment was already burning up and our activity was making us all thirsty. Amazingly I was still the only one with my clothes off and I felt incredibly slutty being so exposed in front of these incredibly hot men. Dan who was sitting to my left, looked me in the eyes, smiled and leaned over with his mouth hovering over my raging hairy cock. I felt his hot breadth on my dick waiting for the sweetness of his mouth. I let out a groan when Dan slid my dick into his warm mouth. I grab the back of his head and gently pushed it down again each time he came up off my cock. Brian came back into the living room to the awesome sight of his hot man slurping the entirety of my cock. He let out and appreciative smile watching me squirm and moan being worked over. Brian who was rubbing his dick through his jeans, came over and unzipped them and let them drop to his knees. His fat, wrist thick cock was hard as a rock and was now inches from my mouth. I rubbed his hard, hairy salt and pepper torso and kissed his treasure trail down to his hairy bush. Still moaning from Dan's mouth on me I slowly let him insert his dick into my mouth and took him to the hilt. He gently held the back of my head and slow fucked my mouth. I looked up to catch his eyes and saw a gaze of unbridled lust. He winked at me and went back to slowly fucking my throat. Three of us continued like this for a while slowly bringing ourselves to the brink. But I don't think any of us were ready to cum so we would pull each other to the edge and then stop for a minute to then back off. After a while it was clear that Brian was about to lose his load as he continued to fuck my mouth. As he got to the edge he looked down at me and started jerking himself while he moved his dick away from my face to shoot on the floor. But I was so turned on and I repositioned my face under his dick. After a moment's hesitation, Brian smiled and kept jerking away. All the while Dan was still working my dick into his mouth, moving into my hips. After a few minutes of working his cock, Brian let out loud long grunts as he got closer. Looking down at me he suddenly thrust his hips forward and shot his wad all over me. Thick globs of his hot cum saturated my face. As he finished up by draining whatever cum was left he collapsed onto the couch next me, and said. "Fuck! That was hot." He walked into the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet towel and gently wiped my face while Dan continued to suck me. Brian then put his mouth on my left nipple and slurped on it like a baby. Fuck, I was in heaven which I'm sure the guys could tell since I was moaning uncontrollably. Two mouths on the most sensitive parts of my body sent my over the edge and I soon wound up shooting a thick stream of my seed into Dan's mouth. He happily swallowed every last drop of it and then stood up so that he was standing above Dan and I- we were still next to each other at this point on the couch. Within seconds he grunted and unleashed a bucket of cum on both our hairy chests. Brian reached over and rubbed into my chest hairy. Dan collapsed next to us on the couch exhausted but with a satisfied smile on his face. We sat there for a few awkward moments, not knowing what to say. It was amazing what had transpired in the last hour, in their apartment. But we weren't done. I got on all fours and spread my legs. Dan got on all fours behind me, spread my ass cheeks open with his strong hands and started to lick my open exposed hole. His licking soon turned to chewing and I was in heaven. I reached back with my left arm to put my hand behind his head and draw his face deep into my hairy ass. Brian got up off the couch where he had been watching and stood in front of me again with his dick in hand. I look up at him to see his handsome eyes filled with lust as he watched me in this position. He rested his left hand on the back of my head running it through my hair and said, "Open your mouth." Not needing any encouragement, I complied, and took his thick hairy cock into my mouth for the second time that night. With slow thrusts, he hit a rhythm, all the while, keeping his hand on the back of my head. He went about pumping my mouth gently, looking down to make sure I was enjoying myself. From the smile on my face and my slutty moans, I think it was clear that I was having a good time. Dan, who had working on my ass, stopped his licking, leaned on top of me so his hairy belly was resting on my back and whispered in my ear, "Wanna get fucked?" I simply nodded my head as Brian continued to slow fuck my mouth. Dan left the room to get some condoms and lube leaving me there with Brian. As Dan stepped into the other room, Brian pulled his dick out of my mouth with a pop, grabbed my face, and shoved his warm tongue in my mouth. I was lost in his grip. What he told me next surprised the shit out of me. "I've wanted to have you since the first day I saw you," he said. Stunned, I didn't know what to say back, and was saved by Dan returning armed and ready with lube and condoms. As Dan got behind me again, Brian disappeared into their bedroom "Ready stud?" Dan asked. I nodded, looking back at him but all I could think about was what Brian had said a moment ago. As Dan rolled the condom onto his hard, hairy cock, and started to get my ass ready with his lubed up finger, Brian returned into the living room with a large mirror that he sat against the kitchen table next to us. He didn't look at me. Dan grabbed my waist and positioned his cock at my hole, nuzzling the tip of it against the opening of my ass. Brian who was setting the mirror so that I could see my side view with Dan behind just watched as Dan slowly pushed his meat into my ass; half inch at a time until he was buried in me. I groaned when he filled me up and I could feel the fur on his balls against the opening of my crack. I looked at Brian. He now looked me in the eyes and licked his lips. I stared right back at him challenging him to hold his gaze on me. Dan began to slowly pump my ass. I looked at the mirror and saw him as he draped him body on my back. I saw the bottom of his muscular, hairy belly rest on my back as he continued to pump me. Brian came over, looked down at me and ran his fingers through my hair. As I looked up at him and felt a heat and spark that was new and electric. I wanted him in me. I opened my mouth and took his prick inside while continued to push back against Dan's thrusts. I kept looking up at Brian, eager to have him see me like this, totally used and out of control. I moaned with each of his thrusts into my mouth and each time Dan pushed forward into me. We kept at this for what seemed like forever---thrusting, writhing, moaning. Wet, sweaty fur on wet, sweaty fur. Fucking like bucking wild animals. At some point Dan pulled out of me, and flipped me on my back. He quickly re-entered me and grabbed my ankles to rest them on his shoulders. Without missing a beat, Brian rested his hot, muscular, furry ass on my face. As I started to tongue this hot man's hole he brought his face down to my cock and took it in his mouth while his right hand continued to jerk the base of my dick. I was in heaven. Dan's thrusts had gotten harder and faster and as Brian continued to suck my cock, I felt like a rag doll. And that was when I caught our reflection in the mirror. I had never before and never since seen as erotic a sight as the three of us there on the floor, glistening with sweat, moving as one and giving each other such pleasure. I felt like such a slut and it felt good to be taken this way. My moans got louder and louder. At one point as Brian continued to reach over and suck my cock, his own meaty dick hovered in front of my mouth. I reached up and took it in and heard him laugh and moan as it slid into my warm mouth. Dan kept pounding my ass, as time went on, his thrusts got more urgent. He let one of my legs drop to the floor. This new position let me take him deeper. Pretty soon, I felt my asshole starting to vibrate, which was a signal I was ready to blow. As my moans got louder as I neared my edge, I felt Dan's dick harden even more and as I let out a muffled wail as my cock exploded in Brian's mouth, I felt his hot cum empty into me as he let out a deep growl. As Dan continued to pump me through my release, I felt my body shake and spasm in waves. Dan finally emptied his load, which I felt inside me even though he still had his condom on. And with that, we collapsed in a spent heap, panting. We lay on the floor without saying a word Finally, Dan looked at me and asked, "Have fun?" I nodded with a weak exhausted smile. He got up and started to wipe his chest with one of our shirts. It was incredibly hot watching him; the sweat made his fur stick to his skin. He gave up on wiping after a while when he decided that a shower would probably get the job done better. He got and headed down the hall. I got up to get a drink of water and Brian got up to sort through the pile of clothes that we had shed. After Dan stepped into the bathroom and we heard the shower start, Brian came to stand in front of me in the kitchen next to the sink. His beautiful, muscular chest was glistening. He smiled at me, and for some reason, I couldn't look back at him, so my gaze turned downward. I followed his treasure trail down to his thick meat that I had taken in my mouth twice that night. It looked like it was ready for another round, and I stared to feel a stirring in dick. He reached towards me and started to run his finger through the thick wet fur on my chest and flicked his thumb across my suddenly engorged and still sensitive nipples. He gently grabbed the back of my head and drew my face to his and kissed me hard and urgently. I felt the roughness of his tongue as he explored my mouth. I didn't try to resist. More When we finally moved apart, he looked at me and said, "If you want me as much as I want you...If you want to feel my dick as I pound you and kiss your neck as I take you from behind... come back sometime when Dan isn't here." And without looking back he went back down the hall. He left me standing there with a view of his powerful, lean muscular back, and furry ass. I could see the tip of his dick swinging from side to side as he moved into the bathroom to join Dan in the shower. More Alex DuValle hid in his bedroom, anxiously waiting for his parents to leave. Had Frank and Stephanie known their son had returned home, they would have been horrified. He was supposed to be at Tommy's house. Alex's parents had an active social life and they frequently packed him off to stay overnight with his best friend when they had one of their events to attend or just wanted a little "alone time." Tonight was one of the former; they were expecting to be gone until the wee small hours of the morning. Once again, they had dispatched him to Tommy's, paying for an extra-large pizza, twelve-pack of soda and the new, much anticipated Halo 3 game for Tommy's Xbox 360 to keep the boys entertained all night. No, it wasn't because he still needed a babysitter; not at his age, they assured their son, although it was comforting to know Nick and Cora Bradley would be there "just in case." "We're just thinking of you, Sweetheart," his mother had cooed. "We're going out to have a little fun tonight. There is no reason you can't, too. What fun would it be to mope around alone in a big, empty house while we're gone?" 'Well, I wouldn't be alone if Tommy stayed overnight with me, would I?' Alex thought wryly. 'I have an Xbox, too.' Alex knew better than that. They wanted, needed him out of the way while they were getting ready for their 'event' and when they returned, as well. It was just easier to send him to Tommy's for the entire evening. If they had been staying home, they absolutely would have required that he be gone all night. "He's much too young to understand," he had once overheard his beautiful, doting mother telling his father. "We need to protect him from this until he's mature enough to process it in context." Of course, his father had been in complete agreement. They were being overprotective to a fault and Alex resented it. He wasn't a kid anymore. Besides, it was much too late; he already knew. *** He hadn't suspected a thing in the beginning. Alex had grown up amidst the hustle and bustle of a typical suburban two-income household. His father was a successful money fund manager. His mother had been a "dancer" (she hadn't elaborated on that somewhat cryptic description) before she married Alex's father. After Alex had started school, she had taken a part-time position with a public relations firm. Stephanie DuValle didn't really need to work; her husband made a mid-six-figure income. As she had once confided to her son, she would have been "bored out of my gourd" had she remained cooped up inside their home all day. Still, she had always made time to be with her husband - and him. A year and a half before, when Alex was still sixteen, he had gone down the street to Tommy's house for the night when his parents had requested some time alone together. He had returned later in the evening to fetch a video game he and his friend wanted to play. Ever the thoughtful son, Alex had entered the house stealthily and crept up the stairs, not wanting to disturb his folks. If truth be told, he was more than a little curious. He and Tommy had heard all kinds of stories from their friends about what grownups did alone together. Alex acknowledged the dirty little thought; he wouldn't mind seeing it for himself, just this once, to see if the stories were true. Noises emanated from his parents' open bedroom doorway; his mother's loud, angry voice and a series of soft, whistling noises, each punctuated by a sharp slap. Were his folks actually having a fight and had sent him away so he wouldn't witness it? As he peeked around the corner of the doorway, all thoughts of Tommy and the video game left him. Nothing he had heard from his friends had prepared him for this. His father stood naked, spread-eagled, in the center of the room, manacled at his wrists and ankles with padded leather cuffs. The cuffs, in turn, were snap-clipped to chains attached to eye bolts set in the ceiling and floor. His mother was dressed in a skintight, shiny black latex catsuit and knee-high black patent boots with towering stiletto heels. Her face was heavily made up, her hair severely styled, and she wielded a long, thin, flexible leather crop-like object. He overheard her referring to it as a "quirt". She was whipping his father's exposed butt, leaving vicious-looking red welts. Alex could tell it hurt; although his father stoically made only quiet grunts as the blows landed, his body recoiled under each impact. At the same time, Alex's mother unleashed a string of vile, abusive taunts and invective at her prisoner, intended to belittle and humiliate him. Alex would not have believed his sweet, loving, kind-to-a-fault mother was even capable of such viciousness, much less had the inclination to do so. Time stood still. Alex had watched, astonished, wondering what his father could have possibly done to make his mother so angry at him. For that matter, under what circumstances had Alex's big, strong father come to be in this position? Apparently satisfied with the physical punishment she had already inflicted, the demonic Stephanie tossed the quirt onto the bed, seized a huge black latex dildo (the Internet, plus stories from their friends had taught Alex and Tommy what such things were) and stepped in front of her beaten hubby. As she turned, Alex noticed the crotch area of her catsuit was fitted with a zipper, running from front to back. That zipper was open, and little Alex could see his mother's most private parts for the first time in his life. Those parts were unmistakably wet, glistening! His mother took obvious delight in slowly inserting the huge phallus into her pussy, right before the eyes of her hapless husband, and proceeded to fuck herself with it, calling it "more of a man than you are" and labeling him a "weak, pathetic excuse for a husband and lover." She fucked herself to what appeared to be a monumental orgasm, causing her to become weak in the knees and stagger a bit, coming to rest in a seated position on her bedside table. "I should go out and find myself a real man, a Black man with a man-sized cock," she spat. "Someone who can make me feel like a real woman, rather than wasting my time on a disgusting, bird-dicked wimp like you!" Regaining her strength, she rose angrily to her booted feet and advanced. Alex couldn't see clearly from that angle, but she apparently grabbed his father's penis and began jerking it with her hand. "Look at this miserable excuse for a dick," she growled. "What use is this to me? You can't even get this tiny thing in me! All it is good for is jerking off while you watch me have sex with a real man. Is that what you want, Sissy Boy? Would you like to beat your little pee-pee off while you watch a big, strong, macho stud fill me up with his twelve-inch tool, making me scream, making me moan, making me whine, making me beg him to fuck me harder? Is that what you want? TELL ME!!!!" Alex had been completely unaware he had his own little stiffie out of his jeans, in his hand, and was stroking it furiously. His fevered brain was fixated on the compelling, overwhelmingly erotic vision of his mother. At that moment, Alex's beaten, defeated father had repeatedly jerked against his bonds, grunted heavily and cum in his abuser's hand. Alex came in his own hand at the same instant, struggling mightily to suppress his groans and avoid discovery, even as his own legs became weak and rubbery. When Frank's spasms ended, his dominant wife placed her hand to his face. "Clean up this mess," she commanded, "Eat your watery piss; every drop. Then lick my hand clean!" To Alex's continued amazement, his father hastened to obey his tormenter, laving her palm fervently. Alex, too, licked up his spunk; a first for him, just as it had been his first orgasm. He knew nothing of the phrase "tunnel vision", yet as he lapped up the thick, slightly-bitter spooge, he had eyes only for the exquisitely-beautiful, erotic siren before him. If all of that were not enough to totally confound the boy, his mother then released his father from the chains that bound him, helped him to their bed, then lay down with him and held him tightly. "Was it good for you, Lover?" Stephanie had cooed to him tenderly, as though the last hour had never happened. "Oh God, yes!" Frank DuValle had gushed. "I came so hard, I saw stars. What about you, Honey?" "I came like a runaway freight train with that dildo," his wife assured him. "I came again spontaneously when you did. This has been our best session yet. Now, let me put some ointment on your poor butt." Alex had quietly fetched his video game and returned to Tommy's, avoiding his friend's pointed questioning: What had he been doing? Why had it taken him so long? The troubled youth couldn't share what he had seen, even with his best friend; it was too private, too personal. How could he explain what, even now, he himself couldn't believe he had seen - and done? From that night on, Alex grew up in a hurry. He needed to know more. He got Tommy to cover for him on those special nights, while Alex sneaked home to watch, and learn, about his parents' active, unorthodox love life. He learned a whole new vocabulary: "role-playing", "hotwife", "cunnilingus and fellatio", "bondage", "domination and submission", "sadomasochism", "water sports", "frottage", "brownies and lemonade" (those last three related items were really disgusting), and others. The games his parents played varied, as did their roles. Sometimes his father was dominant and his mother, the all-too-willing submissive, but such times were infrequent; both seemed to prefer when his mother was in charge. She could portray a dominatrix, as he had first seen her, or a prostitute, secretary, schoolteacher, nurse, and so many more, it made Alex's head spin. His father would portray whatever was appropriate for that "scene" or "session". There were "toys", too, though nothing Alex would ever have associated with 'Playtime' in the past. Of his two parents, Alex had always been closer to his mom. Perhaps that was partly due to their uncanny physical resemblance, which others had repeatedly pointed out. They shared the same thick, pale blonde hair, sapphire eyes and small, delicate facial features, set off by those stunningly high, prominent cheekbones and full, sensual mouth. At the same time, Frank DuValle's career responsibilities left little free time for bonding with his son. Alex loved and respected his father, yet as long as he could remember, he had felt empathy, a special affinity for his mother. She, as a mom, had always displayed unconditional love and devotion towards her only child. Alex's friends frequently reminded him he had the "hot mom" in the neighborhood. Only one had ever voiced a snide remark about her "porn star body." Once his myriad of cuts, bruises and contusions had healed, the jerk had never teased the enraged Alex again. Stephanie DuValle had always been just "Mom" to Alex. He took it as an article of faith; all boys laughed and teased with their moms, exchanged practical jokes and just hung out together whenever they could - didn't they? After learning about his parents' secret love life and his mother's lurid role in it, Alex perceived her as much more. That first night and first experience had left an indelible imprint on the youth's psyche, forever associating his mother's image with sexual pleasure. In his eyes, she had become a truly sexual being, a goddess to be venerated - and emulated. "Sweetie," his mother had chimed one day, playfully grabbing a handful of her son's shaggy, well-over-the-collar hair, "don't you think it's time to get that mop cut? "Mom, I was thinking," he replied, trying to sound casual about it. "Would it be all right if I tried growing my hair out a little more? Some of the guys in school are sporting longer hair now. I've always admired the way your hair looks and wondered if it would look as good on me." "Flatterer!" Stephanie DuValle had gushed, hugging her offspring tightly. "Baby, you know I've always encouraged you to express yourself. You're getting to be a big boy now. You'll be, what, seventeen in a couple of months? Of course we can try this! The thing is, it takes a lot of work to have long hair. If you want to do this, I'm going to insist you take care of it and keep it looking good; I'm not raising some skanky-looking punk here. I'll teach you how to do it. In the meantime, I'll put in a good word with your father about this. I'm sure he'll be fine with it." In the ensuing months, Alex's hair had grown out thick, strong and shiny. Vitamin supplements had helped; so too had nightly brushing and regular trips to his mother's favored salon for a trim and deep conditioning. He basked in the glow of his mother's frequent compliments concerning his new style. "If you're not careful, people will start mistaking you for my daughter," she teased with a wink. "So, you're saying I should cut it off?" he asked apprehensively. "NOT!" she fussed, grabbing him around the neck and massaging the top of his head vigorously with her knuckles. "I was just messin' with ya, Kid. Your hair is gorgeous! You shouldn't even think of cutting it until you are good and ready to. With that hair and your good looks, the girls at school must be stalking you." "Mom, I'm seventeen," he countered pointedly. "So?" she taunted smugly. "When I was your age, I was already juggling three boyfriends and flirting with the rest. Get with the program, Young Man; you have a family reputation to uphold! Maybe we just need to change your wardrobe a bit..." Smirking, she gave him a very obvious once-over. "... get you wearing something a little... sexier. I wonder how you would look in a skirt and heels...." "Mom!" Her positive reinforcement fueled his burning desire for more; to look the way she looked, feel what she felt, be what she was. He had long since explored the deepest recesses of her walk-in closet, dresser, vanity table and night stand. He had found her special things and familiarized himself with all of it. On the evenings his parents went out, Alex had indulged his fantasies and dressed up in his mother's erotic finery. By that time, he was approximately his mother's stature, although Alex couldn't come close to matching her amazing physique; at least, not without a little help. The Internet became Alex's friend, mentor, guide and Grand Bazaar. Online dictionaries gave him a working knowledge of words he was unfamiliar with. Search engines helped him locate sites related to the fetish-fantasy lifestyle, suppliers of exotic apparel, toys, appliances and the like. Adult-themed story sites granted him access to a wealth of fetish interests; some even his parents had yet to explore. Through his readings and research, Alex matured far beyond his years in his understanding of human sexuality in general and Erotica in particular. Although he had always loved and respected his father, Alex's studies helped him come to understand Frank DuValle as never before. He was, after all, a man - a man with needs. Well, women had needs, too, Alex reasoned, and with the right 'persuasion', men fulfilled those needs very nicely. Alex was developing his own fantasy. He found and bookmarked the Internet sites that offered the 'little help' he would need to bring his fantasy to fruition. Everything would be in place when the time came. That time would come, he solemnly vowed. In the meantime, there was still much to do... Money wouldn't stand in his way. Frank DuValle's business lived and died on market research. Alex proved his worth in locating necessary data, mostly via the Internet, to his much-impressed father. Frank had given him a part-time job after school and on weekends. The weekend work could even be done from the computer in his father's home office, with its VPN link to the company server. That position had been made full-time during summer vacation. Alex had saved all of that money, telling his parents he was putting it into his "college fund," even though he had yet to commit to any of the four universities that had accepted him. Still, his parents had been so impressed with his commitment to his future, they had vowed to match his savings dollar for dollar. He was committed to his future, all right, Alex surmised. This windfall would contribute greatly to it. Alex's eighteenth birthday arrived. The actual day fell at mid-week, so his mother decided to "make a day of it" the preceding Saturday, as his father was hosting the annual company golf outing and wouldn't return until late. She had driven him to the mall, taking him first to T.G.I. Friday's for lunch. She ordered loaded potato skins, followed by Steak on a Stick for both. That was unusual for her, given her usual fitness regimen. "We're splurging today," she explained, giving him the once-over. "You look like you could use a little meat on your bones, anyway. Have you lost weight, Baby?" "I dunno," Alex replied warily, "maybe a little. I've been running more, using your elliptical trainer and Bowflex, too. You don't mind, do you?" "No Sweetie, not at all," she responded, patting his hand. "In fact, I think it's really attractive on you. I'm just being a mom, that's all. What kind of mom would I be if I didn't keep an eye on my baby and what was going on in his life? It's comforting to see you are taking care of your body. So many other boys your age are content to come home from school, plunk themselves down in front of the television, eat junk food and play video games until bedtime..." She reached over and pinched his cheek. "I'm just glad you don't want to be a couch potato like them. You're too attractive to waste your life away as a spud stud!" "So, what are we doing this afternoon?" Alex asked, changing the subject. "You only turn eighteen once," his mother mused over a potato skin. "I want this to be as memorable a time for you as it is for me. After lunch, we are going to go across the parking lot into the mall. We are going to take our time, enjoy the day, and you are going to pick out a special present; something very private and personal, just between us." After lunch, they browsed from store to store. There was the usual; jeans, athletic shoes, sweaters, new video game titles, music CD's, the latest horror/slasher DVD's (No kidding; Friday the Thirteenth, Part 47? Man, that Jason Voorhees really has 'legs' - and arms, heads, and other assorted body parts!), and so on. All of it was exactly that; the usual. He had all kinds of ideas about something "private and personal" enough to commemorate that special time and link between mother and child, but was afraid to share them. What would she think if he told her what he really wanted? His heart had beat faster as they stopped in the MAC cosmetics store. While his mother selected foundation, powder, blush, eye makeup, lipstick and a new set of brushes "for a special event your father and I will be attending," Alex looked around, watching the associates demonstrating new 'looks' on their clients, making his heart beat faster still. It had pounded madly in his chest when his mother had stopped in front of the windows of Aldo and Wild Pair to peruse the latest shoe offerings, then again in front of Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood. He tried to act casual, even bored, although his interest was anything but. How he wished he could confess to her, unburden his soul. That, too, was too private, too personal. It began as a private joke, a laugh shared between them. Being a Saturday, they were hardly alone on the concourse. There was the usual hustle and bustle; throngs headed in every direction. There was also a better-than-usual turnout of mall rats, flitting aimlessly here and there or just hanging out. A number of genres and personal styles were in evidence, more than a few favoring the Goth/Punk look. More In addition to trash clothing, tattoos and extreme makeup effects, mother and son took note of the dizzying array of facial piercings; multiple ear rings and studs, eyebrows, cheeks, noses, lips, the filtrim between nose and mouth, chins, even tongues. The pair tried to be discreet as they observed each new 'look' that presented itself, but when they began envisioning various looks on each other, a fit of giggles erupted. "Oh, that look would work so well on you," Stephanie had teased, pointing out a girl with a row of tiny studs along the outer edge of each ear, in addition to her dramatically made up eyes and lips. "You don't think that would be too much?" Alex had teased back, brushing his hair back and fingering his own ear in mock coquettishness. "Not at all!" his mother had dismissed. "That looks so... how do you say it, 'off the hook'! You should go for it." "Welllll," Alex mused, pretending to consider it, "if you really think so..." "Excellent!" his mother gushed, "but not here. No shopping-mall-boutique bimbo with a stud gun in her hand is good enough for my baby. I'm taking you to a professional. Let's go!" She seized his hand and led him out of the mall and to her car. Alex wondered if it was all just a gag, or if his mother had taken leave of her senses. He wasn't against the idea - far from it - but this was so atypical of her usual cloyingly protective stance towards his upbringing. A half-hour's drive took them downtown - to the Boulevard. Alex had been to the usual shopping and entertainment areas, but this area, well down the street from the usual haunts, was completely new to him. Being a Saturday afternoon, the lots were full and the streets were lined with parked cars. After cruising the neighborhood for ten minutes, a car pulled out of a metered space just ahead of them and Stephanie claimed the vacated spot for her own. It was two blocks from their destination, but the pair were content to take their time and window shop along the way. And what shops! Each successive window yielded a new vista of fetish clothing, shoes, lingerie and accessories. His mother was in full 'tease' mode, asking "What do you think of that one?", or "Oooh, wouldn't that dress look sexy on you?", or "Wouldn't you love to have a pair of shoes like that?" He kidded along with her, trying his utmost to mask his growing excitement, not able to tell her how much he had enjoyed seeing her in such attire and yes, he would very much adore owning and wearing clothes and shoes like that. They arrived at the door of the tattooing and piercing parlor. His mother smiled at him coyly, her eyes dancing. Was she really going to follow through with this? When she saw the questioning look in her son's eyes, Stephanie DuValle burst out in a peal of warm, melodic laughter. "You're not gonna chicken out now, are you... Sissy?" she teased, tucking her hands into her armpits and flapping her arms. "Bwaaaaaaak, bwaak-bwaak-bwaak-bwaak, bwaaaaaaak!" She seized his hand and led him through the door before he could respond. Once ensconced in the chair, the piercing gun poised at his ear, the two gazed into each other's eyes and burst out giggling again, both remembering their shared amusement at the mall. The first pair of studs snapped home with more surprise than pain. From that point on, the session became a bizarre, continuing game of 'Dare'. "I dare you to get a second pair," his mother had challenged, grinning broadly. "Only if you do, too," Alex taunted. For the sake of a dare, she would - and did. They goaded each other to a third pair, then a fourth. The amused technician was kept busy for a half-hour. Towards the end, Alex was adorned with two piercings in each ear lobe, a row of four along the outer edge of each ear, plus one each at the very tops of his ears. His mother had matched him piercing for piercing, not wanting to be outdone by her son in daring. She had even challenged him to a delicate, sparkling diamond-like stud in the side of his right nostril, then did the same for herself. Both were on the ragged edge of an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "Let's do one more," she urged him, trying to stifle her mirth, "something really nasty this time. How about a ring in your lower lip?" "Eeeewwwww, that's gross!" he exclaimed with disdain. "I can just see me accidentally hooking it with a fork while I'm eating and ripping the whole thing out. I would sooner get my tongue pierced than put a ring in my lip." "Done!" his mother crowed triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear. Both left with identical gold ball studs piercing their tongues, in addition to their other decorations. The ear and nasal piercings were not much of a concern, but their tongues had already begun to swell a bit. Gazing at their reflections in the first window they came to, Stephanie DuValle finally lost it. She doubled over in laughter, clutching her side desperately to stave off the ache. Alex followed suit. "Seriously," she began, recovering her composure a bit. "I was just thinking about this the other day. I have seen so many kids your age, both girls and boys, with ear rings and other pierced body parts and wondered how it would look on you - and if you were even into it. To be honest, I thought you would look scrumptious with a pair of pierced earrings. "Then we had so much fun with our little game at the mall, I just wanted to see how far you would go. Once I got you into that chair, I guess I just got carried away with it. Now that we've done it... well, it is attractive on you, Sweetie - in a kind of lurid, trashy way. Look, it's not something permanent, like a tattoo. You can take a piercing out and the hole will eventually close up. If you don't want to do this, it's okay. I just thought... " "What are you trying to say, Mom?" Alex inquired. She paused for a moment, gently stroking his cheek with the palm of her hand. "Baby, you are growing up so fast," she mused, misty-eyed. "I'll only have you – this - for a little while longer; then I'll have to let you go. You can't possibly know how much I cherish this time with you. I've spoken with enough mothers to know what we have is the exception these days, not the rule; that makes me feel doubly-blessed. "So, humor your old mom. Don't be ashamed to be seen with me in public, the way your friends are with their moms, and if I do something a little crazy like this from time to time, understand where it's coming from." He hugged her tightly. "Not so old," he disagreed, "and definitely nothing to be ashamed of. I would be seen with you anytime, anywhere, Mama. She cupped his face with both hands, on the verge of tears. "Baby, you have no idea how special it is to hear you say that. I think that's the first time you have ever called me 'Mama'. That may sound like such a little thing, but it's what I used to call my mother. She and I had a really close relationship, just like you and me. It's almost like I am re-living my childhood through you. No one can put a price tag on moments like this. So, will you be a dear and leave the piercings in for a while? I want to enjoy this moment as long as I can." She wanted to enjoy it as long as she could? Mischievously, Alex turned back to the window, pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and rubbed his taut stomach and slim, indented waistline. "I dunno," he mused, turning to face his mother. "What do you think? Should we go back and get matching belly rings?" "You nut!" his mother chided, taking his hand in hers. "Let's get back to the car!" There was an arcade along the way. Alex hadn't really paid attention to it before, having been captivated by the displays in the other store windows. "Come on, we have to do this," Stephanie chirped, dragging her son inside and straight to the Ladies Room. Bolting them securely in the last stall, she seated her son on the toilet, then straddled his lap. For the next half-hour, the seemingly-possessed woman made up her astonished son's face, using the cosmetics she had purchased earlier at the mall. Apparently satisfied with her work, she stood, removed her styling brush from her purse, pushed him over at the waist so his hair dangled down in front of him, and brushed it out vigorously. Seizing his collar, she snapped his body upright, tossing his hair over his head. She then fluffed it out even fuller. Then, she repeated the process for her own hair. "That will do nicely," she chirped. "Mama, what -" "Just trust me, okay?" she interrupted. She packed up everything, then unbolted the door, leading her confused son out of the stall. "Ta-da!" she announced proudly. "Welcome to 'Punk for a Day' - and you are today's guest of honor!" Alex gaped in astonishment at his reflection in the mirror. If his mother had been going for 'punk', she had missed the mark by a country mile. The flawless complexion, Cobalt Blue shadow, ebony eyeliner heavily-mascara-ed lashes, blushing cheekbones, and glistening, ruby-red lips screamed 'porn star' instead. Actually, it did resemble the makeup worn by the girl his mother had pointed out in the mall. His heart threatened to burst from his chest. "It's - it's..." he stammered. "... gorgeous on you," Stephanie finished. "Don't wimp out. Let's go!" She seized his hand and pulled him out the door before he could protest, pulling him to the instant-photo booth. "I want to immortalize this on film, Sweetie," she insisted, "before we come to our senses and yank all these piercings out." She seated them inside and posed him so his new piercings would be prominently displayed. "Be sure and smile wide for the camera," she admonished as she fed coins into the slot. "Part your teeth, too. I want your tongue piercing to show." After the impromptu 'photo shoot', his mother had pulled him out onto the sidewalk and towards the car, without benefit of re-tying his ponytail, for the whole, wide world to see. Alex was embarrassed to his very soul. At the same time, he was more thrilled than he had ever been before in his young life. His mother had insisted on taking her time, window-shopping all the way back to the car. They had gotten stares, to be sure. It took him a little while to realize; most seemed to perceive him as just another overdone, underdeveloped teen girl. He had played along with her little joke after that, trading teases about what would look good on who - not letting on that this was the best birthday present he had ever had. Later, in their driveway, his mother had had to dab tears of laughter from his eyes, as well as her own. "This has been one of our best days ever," she avowed. "I will remember my 'little punk' until the day I die - and have the photos to remind me. Look, if you do decide to keep the piercings for a while, I'll... smooth the way with your father. I mean, I got the same ones, didn't I? I'll just tell him the truth; we were having a little fun with one another and just got carried away. I don't think we'll have to mention the part about all the makeup, do you? That will be just between us. For the time being, we'll just tie your ponytail a little different to cover your ears. Try to give him your left profile only and keep your mouth shut - literally!" Alex had 'humored his mom', leaving his makeup and hair done the rest of the day. She ordered a pizza for dinner, then made him go to the door to pay for the delivery when it arrived. Alex opened the door and was stunned at the glazed expression on the delivery guy's face and the bulge that rose quickly in the boy's jeans. The transformed blonde stunner paid for the pizza and left a nice tip, allowing his fingertips to rest just a heartbeat longer than necessary in the boy's hand, then thanked him and shut the door. He smiled all the way back to the kitchen. Later, his mother had teased him at the table how he should join a band. "You have the right 'look' now, Sweetie," she had jibed mirthfully. The girls will adore you - maybe some of the boys, too!" They had watched a video together afterwards, cuddled up together on the sofa and just enjoying each other's company, until she had hurried him upstairs to clean up when they heard his father's car pull up. With considerable regret, Alex used the makeup remover as his mother had instructed and cleansed his face of her loving efforts, then moisturized with the lotion she had cautioned him to use afterward. In the days that followed, the conspirators frequently giggled to each other in shared amusement. Alex's mother complimented his "rad" appearance and for being such a good sport about her little tease. Of course, he had no intention of removing any of his piercings any time soon. There were many more memorable days for Alex that his mother didn't know about, as the parts and pieces of his fantasy took shape, leading up to THE memorable day. It had been over a year and a half since that first awkward, amazing night; at last, he felt ready. *** His parents had fussed around more than usual that night, darting from bedroom to bathroom and back, a couple of times going down the stairs to the first floor, then returning. Alex suspected those trips downstairs were to mix drinks at the bar, indicating their level of nervousness. Whatever they had planned for the evening, it was something big for both. Alex had to remain in his room. As of yet, neither parent had given any indication they were aware he had sneaked home from Tommy's house and he wanted to keep it that way. He would have loved to take up station in the linen closet across from his parents' bedroom door. He could have gotten a view of what his mother was wearing, even overheard what their plans for the evening were. With the way they were moving about, it was just too risky. Well, maybe he would be able to hear them discussing it when they returned. In the meantime, he had already begun preparing for his own 'party'. As it was, he could only hear the murmuring of their voices through the common wall. His mother seemed more animated than ever. That wasn't all he heard. He closed his eyes and trembled with delight as he could make out the staccato click-click-click of his mother's stiletto heels on the bathroom tiles and hardwood floors. Closing his eyes, Alex thought back to that first evening, watching his mother fuck herself with the dildo before his very eyes. That image had had a profound, lasting effect on him. While visualizing himself in his mother's place, he now penetrated his freshly-enema-ed and lubricated 'pussy' with the thick ten-inch black dildo he had purchased online. It had taken months to train his puckered hole to accept that monster so readily. He could feel shockwave after shockwave rolling over him as the massive member stimulated his hypersensitive prostate, triggering a massive full-body orgasm. As a result of his rigorous 'pussy training', Alex didn't have to touch his little thing anymore. He could now cum as many times as he wished, gobbling down as much, or as little, ejaculate as he might produce. The operative words seemed to be "as little" of late. It seemed he wasn't getting hard and erect as he had that first night, either. In fact, the only things that seemed to get hard anymore were his hyper-sensitive nipples. Even the flesh around them had grown noticeably puffy. Was it possible his 'pussy-training' was actually making him more feminine? Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part. Rather than dampening his resolve to follow through on his plans, the sensitized nipples and small, limp appendage between his thighs merely reinforced it. His soft, harmless 'clitty' was easier to hide away, making him feel more womanly. He heard them in the hallway, outside their door. He detected the mixed aromas of Shalimar, hair spray and cigarette smoke. Ordinarily, his mother didn't smoke, having given up the habit long ago. She did on these special nights. His father, like so many other men Alex had read about on the Internet, had a fetish for women who smoked. She also smoked during their 'scenes' because, she had confessed to her husband, it made her feel "wicked." "Okay then," his mother sighed. "Go to the club, have a couple of drinks, relax, and wait for me to call. Don't try to call me or come looking for me; I plan to be... busy. Got it?" "Yes, Honey," his father acknowledged. Just then, Alex heard a horn honk in the driveway out front. "There's my cab," his mother chirped. "We have been working up to this night for a long time, Lover. When I walk out that door, we are committed. If you have any last-minute doubts, say so now. Once we start this, I may not be able to stop. You know how I get." "I know," Frank assured her. "I want this; for both of us." "All right," Stephanie expressed with a note of caution. "As long as you are sure, we are going to do this just the way we planned. Whatever you see, hear, and experience, remember I love you, always have, and always will. Got it?" "Got it," his father agreed. "I love you too, Stephanie." "Stephanie?" Alex's mother questioned with an air of bemused confidence. "Who the hell is Stephanie? My name is Jasmine... Sugar. See ya around; know what I mean?" Alex heard the sound of her heels on the stairs, then crossing the floor saucily. He could clearly picture in his mind the confident, almost arrogant attitude of the woman who owned that self-assured strut. Men found her irresistible; they would do anything, give anything, to sample her charms - and she knew it. The front door opened, then closed, and she was gone. Shortly after, he heard his father make his way downstairs, through the kitchen and out into the garage. The automatic garage door opened and his father's S550 roared to life, then backed out. The garage door closed - and Alex was alone at last. They wanted him to "have a little fun, too", did they? Well, he was going to do exactly that. He made a beeline for their bedroom. To save time, he had attached his DD-cup silicone breast forms to his hairless chest with aerosol medical adhesive, then donned the matching, heavily-contoured latex 'pussy panties' while waiting for his parents to finish their own preparations and leave. The custom-made prosthetics, color-matched to his skin tone, had cost the bulk of his 'college fund'. They had been worth the expense. With the use of some Dermablend, he had erased any trace of seam between latex and flesh. His lush, inviting curves were the equal of his sexy mother's, as he had always dreamed. Now, if only for a few brief hours, he would finally become her. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was sitting atop her dresser, in full view, instead of hidden away in the bottom dresser drawer as usual. His hands trembled as he fingered the tissue-paper wrapping. Alex had been completely enchanted with the black calfskin corset the moment he had first discovered it a month before. His mother must have debated wearing this foundation tonight, then opted out. On the one hand, Alex was sorry for that. He had never seen her wear this corset. It's crisp, unblemished folds indicated she never had. On the other hand, he was thankful she had left it behind. It had been his first choice in foundations for this most special of nights; now, he would be the first to wear it! He had been practicing regularly, using another of her waist cinchers to get the feel of corseting; training his figure to accept tight-lacing for extended periods of time. So, too, had he learned how to reach behind his back and lace himself up unassisted. The classic corset-training had resulted in reduced appetite, weight loss, and a visible re-contouring of his torso. Alex had almost choked on his potato skin when his mother had noted his diminutive physique at Friday's. He now wrapped the sensual leather garment around his already-slender form, fastened the front busk, then reached back and began cinching the laces, top and bottom toward the center, just as he had done so many times before. More In due time, he had cinched the laces down to the stops. He had a literally breath-taking exaggerated hourglass figure. The lacy shelf cups lifted his provocative boobies and pushed them together, giving him a deep, luscious cleavage. The heavy steel boning compressed his waist and spread out his hips and tush even fuller, just like his sexpot mother's. Stockings were next on the agenda. Alex knew which drawer held his mama's hosiery. His target tonight was a pair of sheer black full-fashioned stockings with reinforced toes, French heels and back seams. They fit his long, shapely legs like a gentle caress. Using the palms of his hands, he adjusted the flimsy material so his back seams were arrow-straight. He had taken his time with the pedicure the night before, making sure it turned out just right. As he had hoped, his ruby-red polished toenails with gold nail art and gold toe rings were just visible through the dark, reinforced toe of his stockings. The budding 'bad girl' opted not to don panties, as they would "just get in the way for a girl like me." He had read that phrase in several Internet porn stories and it had always made him hot. With his little cock tucked safely away inside his tightly-restrictive, yet oh-so-alluring pussy pants, he presented a tantalizing hint of a mons under his otherwise flat front. The folds of the inner and outer labia looked amazingly life-like, and the tip of his little thing was perfectly positioned where his 'clitty' should be. The bizarre garment was open in back, allowing access to his wet, inviting 'love canal'. He sat down at his mother's vanity table, opened the drawers to locate the appropriate cosmetics and accessories he would need to make up his pretty face. The MAC logo on the small boutique bag captured his attention immediately. Was this the same makeup his mother had used to make up his face that Saturday afternoon? Browsing the bag's contents, he realized it was, and would be exactly the right 'look' to bring his fantasy to life. Alex knew the routine well. He had spied on his mother at first while she did her makeup. He had then studied makeup techniques through books and videos he had purchased on Amazon. Then he practiced in his bathroom whenever he knew he wouldn't be disturbed, honing his skills. There was one effect in particular he truly adored. He had seen it several times on the Internet, downloaded the pictures and enjoyed them in private. His mother had even done the look on occasion, especially when enacting her 'hooker' persona. It was risky; there might be recriminations the next day. Alex now taped one of those downloaded pictures to his mirror for reference. With pounding heart, he took a pair of tweezers to his eyebrows and began plucking. He would deal with the fallout if and when it happened; nothing was going to spoil this night from being perfect. At last he achieved the desired effect; his forehead was smooth and hair-free. He applied a light coat of foundation, blending it in evenly with a wedge-shaped sponge. Using a large brush, he set the base with a light dusting of translucent finishing powder, giving him a flawless, glowing complexion. Alex then applied a pair of thick, curly false eyelashes with an ease born of practice. To be daring, he added a pair of lower lashes to heighten the dramatic effect. Using the picture as a guide, He penciled in exotically-high, razor-thin, sharply-angled brow lines. His hours of practice showed; he got exactly the right look on his first attempt. Continuing in the 'hooker' vein, he brushed a heavy application of Cobalt Blue shadow into his lids, extending it upward and outward towards the corners of his eyes. Using a fine brush, he applied a thin line of blue under his lower lash line, extending it along the rim to meet the previously applied shadow. He added shimmering pearlescent white highlights below the brows, blending the contrasting colors together into a smooth, gradual transition from dark to light. Wide swaths of black liquid eyeliner traced his upper and lower lash lines, extending beyond the corners of his sapphire eyes into sharp points. A careful application of black mascara expertly melded his own lashes into those he had applied, framing his bewitching eyes in rich, ebony fur. A dusky rose blush with pearlescent highlights accentuated his naturally-high, prominent cheekbones. He outlined his plush, pouty lips in burgundy, smudging the lines into his lip flesh to soften the look. He filled in with dark, luscious Ruby Red, then added a coat of clear, wet-look gloss to make his oh-so-kissable mouth glisten like real rubies. In homage to the hairstyling 'tip' his mother had taught him, he bent forward, allowing his long, thick, flowing pale blonde hair to cascade over his head, touching the floor. He brushed it out, spraying liberally with lots of sweet, sticky hair spray. Then he snapped upright, flinging his hair over his head. He teased it out even more, then locked the full, fluffy mane in place with even more hair spray. She hadn't shown him that part, that day at the arcade, but he had watched her style her own hair in that fashion several times before and since. He would have loved to have a big, fluffy, curly perm, but this would do nicely for tonight. So little of 'Alex' remained, he noted, gazing dreamily into the mirror. The best was yet to come. His heart leapt; his dream dress - a butter-soft black lambskin bustier minidress - hung on a hanger from the hook inside his mother's closet door. He and his mother had seen it, and the companion black calfskin motorcycle-style jacket now hanging on the hanger behind it, in the window of a high-end specialty leatherwear shop the afternoon they had gotten their piercings. This was the dress his mother had teased would "look so sexy on him." He had been captivated by it then, hoping his quiet gulp and trembling weren't noticeable. When it had shown up in her closet soon after, he had been ecstatic, guessing his mother had been as enthralled with it as he. What had been a hazy, soft-focus image of what he would wear, how he would appear on this special night, instantly sharpened into crystal clarity. This was The One; it set the tone for the 'look' and persona he would assume. That the dress, jacket and corset had all been left out made sense; Alex had instinctively known the three were meant to be a complete outfit. It was confirmation his mother had considered wearing the ensemble that night, then chosen another. What a break for him! He gazed longingly at the dress for a moment, running his fingertips reverently down the smooth, supple hide. Then he removed it from its hanger, unzipped the back zip, and wriggled into it. It took so long to work the tighter-than-tight creation over his enhanced curves, then zip the zipper closed. Seeing his form in the full-length closet mirror, he knew he had gotten it right; what he saw before him truly did justice to the exotic, erotic slutwear. The dress's bodice barely concealed his protruding nipples and areolas, exposing cleavage a porn star would envy. The back rose only to the shoulder blades, just covering the upper edge of the corset. The snug handspan waist flowed into full, wide hips and a firm, round bubble butt. The hemline ended above mid-thigh; short enough to reveal his stocking tops, garters, and a flash of creamy thigh if he sat or moved the right way, yet was restrictive enough to hobble his gait. A special dress required a special pair of shoes. They sat before him on the closet floor, right in front; black calfskin ankle-strap sandals with rapier-thin six-inch stiletto heels. These shoes had no platform soles; the wearer was subjected to the full effects of the sky-high heels. Although they had appeared in his mother's closet long before the dress and jacket, they were the perfect compliment; one more indication this outfit had been one of his mother's options tonight. That she had chosen not to wear it was very likely because of these same shoes. Alex knew full well the extreme arch of the feet and legs imparted by the fetish footwear inflicted severe pain and cramping to the inexperienced wearer. Only the most dedicated and foot-trained high-heel devotee would enjoy the experience to the fullest. Alex was exactly that. He had been practicing in those shoes since they had first appeared, refining the short, sure-footed heel-toe-heel-toe gate, swiveling his hips in an exaggerated fashion, keeping his back straight, head up and shoulders back, as dictated by the fabulous fetish footwear. He donned them now, shivering just a bit as he wrapped the thin straps behind his heels, then around his trim ankles and buckled them in place. For the umpteenth time, he marveled at how all his mother's footwear were so perfectly mated to his feet. The tightly-laced corset was a godsend! It kept his posture firmly erect, making it easier to navigate on those extreme heels. The jewelry was next. A quarter-inch ring sat atop each ear. A row of four similar rings snaked down the outer edges. A one inch loop, nestled against a thin, attention-grabbing four-inch hoop, filled out each earlobe. The small diamond in his right nostril sparkled in the soft lighting. Within his mouth, the gold ball flashed as he moved his tongue. Neck chains followed; eight of them, in progressively-longer lengths, arranged in a cascade that dipped into his cleavage, calling attention to his prolific pulchritude. A like number of heavy gold bangle bracelets were slipped onto each dainty wrist, where they would jangle musically as he walked. His mother had a treasure trove of rings in her jewelry armoire. He slipped delicate gold rings on each of his fingers and thumbs. The final piece was a slender gold chain which he double-wrapped around his trim left ankle, signifying he was 'available'. Then came another of those special touches that would set him apart from so-called 'respectable' women, identifying him as a true slut. He had found the site on the Internet. The nail technician who operated the business offered custom-made press-on nails to order; anything from mild to wild. Alex had opted for the latter, and now laid out a perfect set of two-inch, curving, square-tipped talons, polished Ruby Red with glittering gold nail art. The instructions called for an adhesive tab or a single drop of Crazy Glue for each nail if the wearer only wanted the nails to hold for an evening's revelry. Alex didn't see how that could possibly be secure enough. He applied a thin sheen of the super-strong adhesive to each nail before pressing it onto the appropriate nail bed and held it in place until the glue set, taking care not to get any excess on his fingertips or the nails themselves. He was amazed how ultra-feminine they made his small hands and long, slender fingers look. He now spritzed himself with his Mother's Obsession; behind each ear, at his throat, in his cleavage, on the inside of both wrists and behind his knees. He then spritzed the air above his head and allowed it to settle over him in a fine mist, just as he had seen his mother do. Beholding his image in the mirror, he could see no trace of 'Alex' at all; 'Alexis' was born, full-grown and ready to play. She had fetched the black calfskin clutch purse from the closet along with the shoes. Anticipating a future need, she now filled it with the makeup items she had used to transform her face, plus wintergreen breath strips, her mother's purse-sized Obsession spritzer, companion hair spritzer and brush. She also selected a pack of her mother's Eve 120 cigarettes from the carton in her mother's dresser, plus a butane lighter and slipped both into her purse. She then put everything away and cleaned up the vanity. Rising to her feet, she sashayed expertly to the closet, fetched the jacket from its hanger and slipped it on, leaving it unzipped with the halves of the wide waist belt dangling for effect. At last, she was ready! She admired her reflection in the full-length closet door mirror for a time, turning this way and that, then decided to indulge herself a little. Making her way downstairs, she slinked sensually into the recreation room, turned on only the low-wattage 'party lights' behind the bar, then laid her purse on the counter. Stepping over to the entertainment unit, she turned on the stereo, found a station playing an extended Techno party mix, then stepped out into the middle of the room and danced sexily to the hypnotic beat, arms raised gracefully over her head. After a while, she left the 'dance floor' and made her way back to the bar. Pouring a generous amount of Scotch in a rocks glass, she added a splash of soda - her mother's favorite drink - then sidled around to the front of the bar, perched delicately on her high-backed stool, crossing one leg over the other with a subtle rasp of stocking-on-stocking, which sent a little chill up her spine. She lit a cigarette, then held it aloft in her upturned arm. As she admired herself in the mirror behind the bar, she took in the ambience of the 'night club' and imagined the conversations she had with the men who were even then coming on to her. She sipped her Scotch, then took a drag on her cigarette, noting the traces of lipstick on the filter and how sensual the slender white cylinder looked in her feminine, ruby-talon-ed hand. Soon, the powerful liquor went to her head, bringing everything around her into soft-focus. 'I guess I forgot about dinner, didn't I?' she mused contentedly. 'Maybe Tommy will save me a slice or two of pizza; I could have it for lunch tomorrow.' As good as this evening was turning out, she felt vaguely empty. Was this all there was? She hoped not; she wanted more. A chain-of-association thought led her back to her 'working girl' ruminations. Alexis contemplated going out, actually stepping outside the door, maybe going for a little walk. A hooker in this neighborhood? That would be scandalous! What if Tommy Bradley was looking out his bedroom window at that moment and saw her strutting her stuff on the sidewalk? She still hadn't confided a word of this to him - and with good reason. 'Poor Tommy', she mused. 'He means well, but he is still such a child. If he saw me, his hormones would kick into overdrive - and he wouldn't have a clue how to approach me. He would probably jerk off, watching me through his window. Wouldn't it be a trip if I rang his doorbell right now and asked him to invite me in?' Alexis giggled at the absurdity of her own argument. Tommy was still such a child? They were the same age! Still, the lurid 'ingénue' felt she had aged an eon since first discovering her parents' private predilections. Tommy was too young for her, she decided. She wanted a real man, just like her mama. What would she do if, while walking down the street, a car slowed, pulling to the curb next to her? Could she find it within herself to sashay up to the window, lean down, smile, flash her boobies and ask the driver if he was looking for a 'date', as she had read in all those Internet stories? Little Alexis with the big tits; a real hooker at last! The thought was tempting; oh, so tempting... "Lookin' good, Girlfriend!" Startled, Alexis sat bolt upright. In the mirror, she caught the reflection of her mother - in the company of four very large, well-muscled Black men. 'Alexis' was so busted! If she hadn't been more than a little buzzed, she might have tried to make a dash for the stairs, then her room, slammed the door and sat with her back against it, pretending the whole thing was just a bizarre delusion on their part - and hers. Yet the setting, her attire and makeup, plus the power of the alcohol, nicotine and her own fantasies conspired to envelop her in a warm, comforting cloak of inevitability. It was too late - much too late. She couldn't pretend she wasn't sitting here, looking the way she did. She couldn't outrun their eyes, much less their feet; therefore, she wouldn't try. How did the lyrics to that old song go? It's time to "face the music and dance." How appropriate! Buoyed by liquid courage, she swiveled her stool to face her appraisers, took a deep drag on her cigarette, then exhaled it towards the ceiling, smiling a small, bemused smile. Her mother approached her, a smirk on her lips. Alexis' heart caught in her throat. Stephanie – 'Jasmine', as she had called herself earlier – had indeed affected the 'working girl' image and persona Alexis loved so much. The more mature woman was spilling out of a glistening red latex minidress with long, off-the-shoulder sleeves, a deeply-scooped neckline and hemline as short as Alexis' own. Black fishnet stockings hugged her shapely legs all the way to her red patent sandals with two-inch platforms and seven-inch stiletto heels. Her makeup and hair were every bit as provocative as that of the other 'hooker' in the room. The outfit was topped by a matching waist-length red latex motorcycle jacket, alluringly open like Alexis'. Once reaching Alexis' side, she gave the younger version of herself a long, lingering once-over, lovingly drinking in every luscious detail. Noting the drink on the bar, as well as the cigarette held daintily aloft, the twinkle in her eyes and smile on her lips cranked up another notch. "Lookin' very, very good indeed!" she murmured appreciatively. "I'm Jasmine, and you are...?" "Alexis," the younger woman filled in. "Of course!" the elder woman intoned. "It suits you perfectly. It's so lovely to meet you, Alexis. May I call you 'Lexie'?" "Uh, sure." "May my friends and I... join you?" Without waiting for a reply, 'Jasmine' slid onto the stool next to her 'sistah', lit a cigarette, and smiled alluringly. Her four 'friends' filled in the space around the pair. She snaked her arm around the man hovering at her left shoulder and drew him closer to her. He had a monumental bulge making its presence known inside his pants. Jasmine massaged it suggestively with her free hand. "David here is my main man tonight. We... hooked up downtown. Know what I mean? Anyway, it turns out he has these three really sexy friends. This is Robert, Leo, and William. Boys, say hello to Lexie." They exchanged greetings. Lexie shivered in anticipation as the four men sized her up like wolves to prey. "David was wondering if I could fix them up with some of my friends, so we could all party? Well, I was kinda strapped; none of my usual girls were available on such short notice. It was looking like I would have to take them on all by myself." "Wha-what are you doing here?" Lexie stammered out. "Why, I came for you, of course," Jasmine revealed matter-of-factly. "I suddenly remembered; I had a really special girlfriend with very special qualities who was home all alone tonight, and she just might be up for a little party..." Lexie gave an involuntary start. She knew? Jasmine leaned forward and whispered into the younger girl's ear. "I see you found your birthday present. Do you like it? It looks fabulous on you - just as I said it would!" Lexie's eyes grew as big as saucers. Her companion chuckled at her discomfort. "Yes, you certainly are a big girl now," Jasmine complimented. "All grown up and ready to party with me and my friends, just like I knew you would be. Baby, I have already collected a thousand dollars from each of them. We are bought and paid for; their 'bottom bitches,' to do with however they choose all night long. Doesn't that sound like fun?" As if on cue, two strong, yet gentle pairs of hands began caressing the leather-clad lovely. In her alcohol-fueled state, Lexie shivered with delight. "I have already rented a room down on the Boulevard where we can get more... comfortable," Jasmine briefed. "After that, who knows? The night is young and so are we. So, let's get this party started!" More I feel the humming of the egg the Man buried up inside me. I whimper and my hips arch up, reaching for Him. My body feels weak yet energized at the same time. His scenes break me into pieces, shatter my soul, and rebuild another woman in her place. A sensuous, stronger, more intense woman who wants only to please Him, to give the very best of herself. He brings it out somehow from deep inside me. As He tells me now, as I am bound and naked for Him, He wants more, telling me to give Him more. My muscles are trembling and quivering from countless orgasms, my heart pounding in my chest, His gentle hand pushing the damp hair from my face. Looking at Him, I feel a connection with this Man like with no other. My mind flashes back to the others I have known. Thinking how deeply I thought they had touched me, now realizing they barely scratched the surface. After being told for so many years that I was nothing, the computer was a balm to my battered spirit. I used the men I met here mercilessly, taking every once of pleasure I could wring from their words and thoughts. Desperately I rebuilt my sense of self, my very core of femininity that was crushed time and time again. Sobbing suddenly, I thought of the times he laughed at my, or pushed my hands away, telling me not to touch him. That he didn't kiss me because he knew I would want more. Taking and taking from me until I was a mere shell, yet never giving an ounce of caring, or love, or appreciation back to me. I thought of how very strong I became in just a short time, nurtured by faceless men on the computer who saw me as something more than a maid, a caretaker, a nothing. Day by day I drew from the men, absorbing the compliments like a sponge, drinking in the words of love and caring. My wounded heart began to grow again, and my spirit began to want again after years of not allowing myself to want anything, knowing I would never receive it. Inch by inch, I moved away from his iron control. And the day came that I knew I did not want to spend my life this way; alone, lonely, unfulfilled, wanting. I hugged my new stronger sensual self tightly against me, using my writing as a way to express the thoughts and ideas inside me begging to come out. As the men I met online disappeared from my life, one after the other, for one reason or another, I began to recreate Cathy. I had a lot of false starts and moves in the wrong direction, but constantly tried to learn from my mistakes. Again and again, I would open my heart to a man, and he would break it. But the growth was worth the risk and the pain. Each time I became more sure it was not me, it was something in their own life that made them go away or back away. The times that I spent with them meant more to me than anyone could understand. Sparkling facets of this new Cathy were continuing to come out as I polished and shined, worked and tried harder, and gave of myself to the men in my online life. I became friend, confidante, lover, adviser, and playmate to so many. I gave as much back to them as they gave to me. Some shared thoughts never expressed with anyone before. I never judged, I just listened, and offered myself, giving whatever they needed. Yet, at the same time, I was still drawing from them. I continued to grow and learn. In my real life, I could now look people in the eye, I lost weight, I wore more makeup and jewelry, my eyes sparkled, and I flirted. Men seemed drawn to this new Cathy, yet something was wrong. As I grew, less and less of my friends were what I needed or wanted. There was a gnawing emptiness inside me. As I drifted further and further into the realm of D/s, the men I met took my breath away. Strong, confident, giving, sexual, powerful, all male, and above all else, miles away. The connections I felt the strongest with were those that were experienced Dom's, who knew that to make His sub the best she could possibly be was His primary purpose. But also knew that her sensual and sexual pleasure was for Him, a gift given to Him with joy and love. These Dom's inevitably lived hundreds if not thousands of miles away. Yet still I searched. The Man I was looking for was one I had created in my mind from the stories and articles and chat conversations I had read. I knew in my heart and soul that men like those I read about existed. The frustration and wanting were building inside me. My mind returned to His hands on my face as He pushed my damp hair away from my eyes. I thought of how generously He gave to me, the depths of submission He took me to, knowing now that it was only the beginning. At times He made me feel young and foolish, arrogant and ignorant, yet always beautiful. As He wrote for me, expressing how He would take me in our scenes, I became breathless, excited, wanton, passionate, and terrified. He knew things about me that even I didn't know yet, showing me sides and depths of myself I never knew existed. His words soothed yet excited, and I adored it, and Him. He talked about my writing, how it was the romantic longings of a sexual woman. He knew there was so much more inside me, clamoring to be released and tapped into by a loving, firm Dom. He knew there was more to me than just wanting to be cock to cunt. He challenged me to search into myself, reaching farther, to strengthen and expand the depth of my submission. He wanted me to show Him in my writings the women He saw, the woman He was convinced was there, waiting to be released. He made me admit how much He aroused me, how His words affected me. He offered His experience and skill as a Dom, guiding me on my journey into His world. The aching needs and feelings inside me were coming out, more and more each time we talked. Tears were a common occurence during our talks as His words reached inside my female submissive heart, saying words I had longed to hear for so long. So many Dom's I had spoken to were selfish, crude, and demanding. Telling me I was not a true submissive woman, just a woman who liked a little pain with her sex. This one just gave to me, encouraging me, helping me. Yet at the same time I felt that He was holding Himself back from me. He never offered much information about Himself, always refocusing the conversation back to me. He told me He kept his heart out of His relationships with His pets, and that they usually leave to begin another life with another Dom. He spoke of the great pleasure He feels when a submissive grows under His guidance. How proud He is of her when she goes to her new Master, stronger, prouder, the best she has been in her life. But how can He not feel the pain of their leaving? He gives so much of Himself during the scenes with me here on the computer. How much more of Himself does He give in person? How can you talk about the feelings and desires and needs and wants of your innermost heart without falling in love with that Man? How could he not love you back? Is this what He wants? Does your adoration and deep desire to please Him give Him what He needs? All these thoughts were going through my head as His big hand gently stroked my face. Our eyes connected, and I know my love was evident in my shimmering eyes. His gentle smile told me He saw it, felt it, wanted it. And I gave it, endlessly, effortlessly, the bottomless well of love and devotion I have spilling out onto Him. I could feel us soothing each others' pain somehow, without a word being spoken. More, He asks? He has touched me in every way a man can touch a woman, except physically. The tears He makes me shed nightly are healing tears, growing tears, soothing tears. The Cathy buried inside me is growing again, becoming more of my true self under this Man's guidance and caring. And I will take it, learn from him, love him, give to him, grow for him, as long as He allows me to do so. Thank you, my Lord. More by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2009 More! "Oh you poor thing." Beth said as she caressed Lila's back. "I'm sure you get pretty lonely when James is gone huh? He's not here to hold you, kiss you, make you cum with his cock." Lila was stiff for a moment. She called her best friend, Beth, asking her to come and stay the night with her at her new apartment. The place was small and safe seeing as she was living in the good part of town, but she felt lonely. She greatly disliked sleeping alone. Not in the sexual way, it was just that she felt safe when she could rest with someone by her side. Her drummer boyfriend of 2 years, James, was in a band. They finally got signed to a good label and had set out for tour, leaving Lila behind. The two lovers were insanely sexual, always trying new things. They even allowed each other to have sex with other people while they were apart. Saddily and secretly, Lila was nervous about that, on her behalf anyways especially now. Beth was your typical blonde haired, blue eyed beauty with full 36-d breasts and a nice ass to match. She stood at 5'6" and had a light tan, fake of course. She just oozed confidence and sex appeal. Most could say she was just flat out drop dead sexy. Lila was the opposite, sort of. She had big beautiful green eyes, long wavy black hair, a slender figure, and was only five feet tall. She did have a really nice ass and full but perky 32-B Breasts. But most could just take one look at her and associate her with the words cute, adorable, sweet, ect. ect. She was very shy and sometimes felt insecure. But she carried herself in a way that anyone could be friends with her. Beth continued to massage Lila's back. She was bisexual and quite comfortable with it. Lila wasn't so sure about herself on the other hand. Either way, Beth was going to have her way with cute little Lila tonight. "Sure you feel so alone, but to me, it looks like you need not only someone to rest next to you, but you also could have a good orgasm!" Beth reached over and cupped Lila's breasts. Lila sighed and closed her eyes. "Beth, you're my best friend and I know you're bi, but..." Lila brushed Beth's hands aside and turned around. "Oh come on Lila, look at you. You're so damn cute, but I know you're a vicious little one in bed." With that, she caught Lila's lips with her own giving her a deep kiss and pressed her against the counter. "I'm going to make you cum so hard James will be jealous." Lila looked into Beth's eyes and knew she could not put up a fight. For as long as the two of them were close friends, Lila knew that the very woman in front of her always got her way. Beth took Lila's hand and led her to the couch in the living room, she wasted no time yanking down Lila's pink miniskirt and almost ripping off her black and white striped shirt. Off came the green eyed girl's panties and bra and she stood there naked and nervous. The cold air mixed with her slight feeling of being aroused made her nipples stand at attention. She began feeling a familiar warmth and wetness between her slender legs. "Sit down." Beth demanded, Lila did so. Beth kneeled between her legs and ran her finger down her pink hairless womanhood. She admired its delicate folds and how it sexy and small it was compared to her gaping own. She then stood up. "Play with yourself, make yourself all wet for me." Beth demanded as she watched the innocent looking girl run her delicate hand down to her pussy and rub it. She slipped her small finger down and plunged into her cunt, shuddering with arousal. She felt like she was being controlled by this dominatrix type woman. She didn't feel the need to question her sexuality now. Beth began stripping out of her sexy blue halter dress, revealing her naked body underneath. She slipped out of the rest of the dress and stepped out of her black pumps and towards Lila. "You're mine for now. I know it's been a while since you've seen James. I want to make you cum, I want to taste your juices and watch you cum weather you like it or not!" Beth then sat with her legs on either side of Lila's. She kissed Lila deeply once again, slipping in some tongue, she squeezed her breasts and pinched her small pink buds roughly causing Lila to yelp in pain and pleasure. Beth broke the kiss and went lower capturing Lila's nipple in her mouth, giving it a rough nibble and moved over to the other hard pink bud to repeat the same treatment. Lila had her arms at her sides, she lie back helplessly. Her pussy ached and she closed her eyes, longing for her boyfriends large, thick cock pounding her rather than another woman. But now she didn't have much of a choice. Her hips bucked forward unintentionally and Beth stopped the breast play/torture. "Horny little one aren't you?" She said, then began roughly grinding her clit against the other girl's clit. Lila whimpered. She felt as if she needed some release. She wanted to feel full but she also couldn't tell Beth to stop. In fact, she felt herself give in. She felt her abdominal muscles contract wildly. What happened nest was a blur to Lila. Beth kneeled between her legs and slipped two of her long sensual fingers into Lila's tight wet box. She quickly found the right spot seeing as Lila's whimpers turned into loud moans. She then took another finger and lifted the hood that Lila's swollen nub resided under. "Lila, give your tits a good squeeze!" Beth growled noticing that Lila was just sitting there gripping onto the cushions. Lila bit her lip and cupped her own breasts. They felt firm and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass! She gave them a few gentile squeezes. Beth then began to give her pink pearl a good sucking as she continued to rub that one spot that made Lila shiver and shake. Suddenly she felt her stomach spasm and her pussy tighten up. Beth fingered and sucked faster and harder stopping to encourage Lila. "Come on Lila, Cum for me, cum really hard baby!" "Oh god, Beth, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHH!" Lila screamed so loud the neighbors could've heard. She felt out of her body almost. But she felt something drastically different about this orgasm. She felt something squirt out of her pussy. Her cheeks were red like they were usually after an orgasm, and also in embarrassment. She felt like she had lost control and pissed. She looked at Beth. Her lips were wet with Lila's cum. "Aww, I never knew you squirted!" Beth said admiring her now red-ish pussy that was dripping with her warm clear love fluids. "Is...that a bad thing?" Lila whimpered "Not in my book." Beth grinned as she kissed her wet lips then began kissing her way back up. She became gentile as she caressed Lila's breasts while she kissed her once more. Lila suddenly felt her cunt spasm a little, a small minor orgasm, as she tasted herself. Beth sat back and rested her left hand on Lila's heated pussy. "Now this is going to be a good story to share with James huh?" Beth smiled. "No." Lila rested back. Her breathing was back to normal compared to her hard gasps earlier. "Why not?" "It would make him jealous." Lila replied as she began to push her hips forward ever so slightly on Beth's hand. More... There's a glass of water by the bed and as I sip out of it, I hold the last drink in my mouth without swallowing. As you lay on your back, I crawl on top of you and pull your nipple into my mouth, swirling my cold wet tongue around it. Opening my mouth a little, I allow drops to leak onto your chest, dripping down your sides. I trail my lips down your stomach, letting water out of my mouth slowly, watching it all pool into your bellybutton. This is so cold against your skin, you're writhing in the sheets, gasping each time the wetness reaches a new place on your body. I cover every inch of your torso with my wet tongue, moving the water around with my lips, kissing and licking and tasting all of you. Well, almost all of you. As I creep down your body, I've saved the last little bit of wetness for your balls. Taking one in my mouth I grasp your shaft in one hand, lovingly touching and caressing you. Gently I suck on your balls, swirling my tongue, humming in my throat, so tenderly letting you touch my teeth for that little jolt of excitement. "More.." you say almost breathlessly as I let you out of my mouth for a moment to slicken the head of your dick. With my other hand I begin to knead the muscles of your thigh, stroking down over your knee and shin, beneath to your calf and up to the back of your thigh. I Grasp and grope and pull you closer to my body with more intensity as I continue to lick you, getting you so wet. As you requested, I move back down to take your balls in my mouth again, and with your dick now wet with my saliva, I begin to use my other hand to pump up and down. Slowly at first, cresting up over the tip and down again, squeezing to simulate vaginal muscles holding you tight. I move my head back and forth, covering your entire area with my mouth, devouring you as if I'd never taste you again. I pump your dick up and down in my hand, placing my lips just at the head, twirling my tongue around the tip while my body begins to dry hump you between your legs, my breasts and hardened nipples pressing harder against your thigh, my hips gyrate against your legs. "More.." you say to me. I slowly crawl up your body, leaving no area untouched by my soft full lips, my hands gripping your skin so passionately and intensely, my nails almost hurt you. I reach my lips to the sides of your stomach and your ribs, sensitive areas that don't always get constant attention, moving up over your nipples to your biceps, I nibble. Moving to just inside your arm where it's also very sensitive, the whole time grinding my pelvis against you. You can feel the wetness from between my legs brushing up against you, hot and sticky and inviting. "More.." so this is what Joe was singing about. With one hand under your chin I force your face away from mine and trace my tongue just under your jawline, at the same time I sit down hard on your hips, my wet pussy right against your throbbing erection. Instantly your hands fly up to my waist and you breathe in sharply at the sensations overcoming you. Sucking and biting on your neck, taking your ear in my mouth, moaning loudly, I then whisper to you "What do you want baby?" As I may have suspected, you uttered only one word, "More." Nibbling and kissing your cheeks, I finally reach your mouth where I waste no time and thrust my tongue in between your lips. Your body reacts to this and you sigh heavily, grab onto me, pull me down to you, wrap your hand in my hair, and kiss me hard and passionately. My hips are moving in circles against you, tempting you badly, leaving you wanting to feel my pussy wrapped around you. You've begun to pump your pelvis upwards towards me, meeting my circular motions with perfect rhythm. My breathing quickened, my heart pounding, my desire mounting, I want nothing but YOU. I begin to arch my back and move back and forth against you, attempting to fit you into me. When the tip touches my spot I slowly push back onto you, fitting just the head inside of me before I pull back again. I know you hate this teasing. Five times I do this, in just a little, then out, pulling even farther away when you try to push up into me. You're becoming frustrated with me and just when you're about to beg, I sit down on you all the way. The unexpected move catches you off guard and you grip me so hard I'm sure there's fingerprints in my hips. Your eyebrows furrow together in an almost painful expression, your eyes glaze over as you stare at me, your mouth wide open for a second before you bite your lip, close your eyes, and your head falls back. For a moment I'm immobilized, the pleasure so intense. I then begin to move on top of you, back and forth, around in circles, up and down. You grab my arms and pull me towards you so our chests touch, our kisses are sloppy, our moans are loud and sexy. I throw my ass up in the air, catching just the tip of you and then bring it fully back down so our hips connect on all sides. After a few minutes I can feel your body begin to tense up, I know you're trying to hold onto your nut, you don't want to let it go just yet. I have something else in mind. I take you by the wrists and hold your arms above your head, moving frantically upon your dick, fucking you like an animal, up and down in steady motions, grasping you tightly with my muscles. I sit down on you deeper than ever and grind my pelvis against yours. This sends us both over the edge and you begin to grunt in the back of your throat, voicing profanity, sweat shining on your forehead. Your breathing becomes more and more rapid, my screams get louder, my muscles contract on you. Finally you break my hold on your wrists and push my hips down against you, your hips bucking up against mine, exploding hot cum all up inside me while at the same time my own cum drips down, coating you. Damn. I fall on top of your chest, panting, sweating, kissing you. You wrap your arms wrapped around me, and you can feel the mixture of our cum dripping down out of me onto your balls. When our hard breathing subsides, we kiss softly, yet still so passionately. I pull away to look into your eyes and after a few moments you smile and say to me "More.." More... and now, something different... Her fist in his hair... the long dark strands griped tightly in her fingers as he pumps above her, fucking her into oblivion. The light from outside is difused by the black out curtains, she can see the edges of him, as if he's highlighted in a Sin City comic. She shudders as her legs tighten around his waist, her fingers score his back. She wants more... Using her thighs she forces him off, straddling him as he rolls to his back and his hands grab her hips. She slows it down taking long drawn out glides off his cock before slaming herself back down his length. She watches as his head falls back deeper into the pillow and his eyes roll back. She uses him for her pleasure... Her hands slide over her own stomach, up her to cup her large bouncing breasts as she picks up the pace, her strong legs all she needs to ride him in a gallop. He grits his teeth as his fingers dig into her hips. He wants to cum, but shes not done yet. She wants more... Her body shivers and shakes as she draws more from him, she grinds herself at his base, sucking his pleasure and his energy for her own. Fueling her passions. With a wicked grin she leans forward and licks at his right nipple and he gasps. She sucks and plays slowly moving her hips in a circle, clenching and releasing her inner muscles around his tortured penis. She moves to the left nipple and teases it with her teeth, running her fingers along the side of his body, gently, barely touching, she knows it drives him wild, and his back arching off the bed lifting her proves it. She wants more... Sitting back up she leans back resting her hands on his thighs and slowly, torturing both of them, rises and then slowly lowers back down drawing the head along that inner spot that strains every pleasure center inside of her and she bites her own lip at the near pain shooting through her. Her orgasm dosn't come, she doesn't want it to, not yet. She wants more first... She reaches down and twists his nipple as she starts to rock her hips back and forth, grinding and feeling the head smack inside over and over, faster and faster. Her muscles tighten around him and he grip so tight, leaves little half moon circles on the sides of her hips, three of them starting to gently bleed around his nails. She wants more... As her orgasm nears, her head falls back, her back arches and her arms hang at her sides. Her body thrusts against his, her hands up to her hair and her center bursts. Her juices run down over his sack and she cries out, falling foward, proping herself up with her hands on his chest. Her head down, eyes closed, hes still hard inside her. His grip becomes gentle as he waits for her to come too. His breathing becomes measured. Her eyes open, her hair hangs down around her head, blocking her view of him. His hands slowly, gently run up her body, drawing out a small shiver from inside her senstive skin. He circles her breasts and rubs her shoulders... His finger nails skim over her neck and up her check... He gently brushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ear; but they keep going, combing back to the nape of her neck where he fists the long long hair and jerks her head back. She sees the glint in his eyes. She knows... He wants more... and now something slightly violent... He picks her up tosses her off to his side. She misses the edge of the bed, taking one of the blankets with her and falls to the floor with a thud. Standing, he slowly walks around and watches as she scrambles to her knees. Her breathing fast and her body trembles. He steps before her and takes his grip at the back of her head again. He'll take more... He pulls her head to his cock and moves the tip over her lips. A slight grin of intent relish appears as precum smears across her full bottom lip and her eyes widen. He shoves the length of himself inside and waits for a brief moment as it hits her throat. She opens up and he slides down even more, not far, but enough. He grunts and slides out only to do it again and again as she gasps and moans against him. Tears slide down her face and its her turn to grip his hips as he takes his pleasure from her. He takes her mouth and uses it, forcing her, gaging her, she chokes but when he removes his cock from her mouth completely and runs his fist over it in front of her, she whimpers and pulls at his hips wanting it back. He grins, he'll take more... He pushes her away, back on the floor, his chest pressing hers down, down, she feels as if shes falling deeper in to their joint desires. Her gasps and moans of pain and pleasure fuel him. His eyes burn in to hers and a jolt of fear rises, spreading through her. Her jucies flow. His fingers slide down in between her legs, flicking at her clit before feeling her wet and ready. He wants more... He wraps one arm down under her arm and up, griping her shoulder, holding her in place. He drives in to her deep, grunting in please as she cries out orgasm number one... His set pace quickly brings her to her second, and though her passage becomes tighter and tighter with each time she cums, she isn't tight enough. Not yet, he wants more... He grips her legs at the knees, bring them up, locking her arms underneath them. Bringing himself to just the head inside, he slams his weight down and she screams, taking the entire length of him. Again, he falls down upon her, slamming her hips, with no give in the carpet, it forces him deeper. For a third time she cums screaming, but he wants more... Pulling out and off of her he looks down at the weak body before him as she wimpers. Still riding out her last cumming. He grabs her at the hip and rolls her to her stomach, bringing her hips up to meet his and with out a word or warning slams back inside. She reaches up and slaps the wall before her, bracing herself against the on coming thrusts. She shakes her head as if to deneigh the building pleasure, he fists her hair again, bringing her head back, forcing her to arch. He wants more... Her knee slides forward to hold herself in place, her right hand grips his in her hair, her left's fingertips barely grazing the crumpled blanket. He grinds against her, brings her back further. She feels his breath on her shoulder, his teeth against her skin and she moans deeply, wiggling her hips against him. They wants more... He tosses her back down, her head hits the blanket, her hand hits the wall, as his cock hits deeply back inside of her. Thrusting again and again he drives himself as deeply as he can, slaming a regular rhythm into her. Forcing her to cum again. As she screams, he grips her neck, pulls her back and drives deep, holding, pulsing, and erupting into her... His body slowly relaxes, and gently lowers her to the floor. Rolling to the side of her, he pulls her gently in to the crook of his arm, kisses the side of her head and tugs the blanket out from under them. He rubs her hip where he left his marks and then her neck where he had left more. As he drapes the blanket across their bodies, making sure she is warm becuase he knows she'll soon be cold, he closes eyes and silently cuckles in to the night. She may be alseep already but he wants more... More My eyes snapped open, and I lay there for a moment, tense and still, wondering what had woken me so abruptly. Had I heard a noise? Was it a car backfiring, the sound of a dog barking...what? But there was nothing but the sound of my harsh breathing. Loud in the quiet room. And then I realised what had woken me, another erotic dream. I'd had one every night, for months now. Abstinence was a terrible thing sometimes. My body felt the same it always did when I woke up like this. Covered in a sheen of sweat, my breathing harsh and uneven, my nipples tightened into hardened nubs, and the same, slick wetness between my legs. And the feeling of desperate disappointment, as if I'd nearly.... No! Don't go there, I admonished myself. Sitting up, I reached for the glass of water I always kept beside my bed and took a huge gulp, trying my best to cool my body down. I changed position and closed my eyes. Taking deep breaths, the way I'd been taught in meditation class. In, out, in, out, in, out, in..... It wasn't working. Why wasn't it working?!? It always worked, or I wouldn't have gotten any sleep for months. What was it about tonight?? Why did it seem so much worse tonight? Why did it I feel so much more.... God. I sighed in frustration and absentmindedly tugged at the collar of the t-shirt I always wore to bed. It was several sizes too big, just the way I liked it. But tonight...it felt stuffy, and way too warm, like I was drowning in it. In one swift movement I pulled it off and threw it to the side and lay back down, sighing with relief as cool air hit my too-warm body. I lifted my hair off my neck and wondered why I'd never slept nude before. It was so...liberating. The ache between my legs was still there. Begging for my attention. I'd never been comfortable with touching myself. I have no idea why. The only time I'd done it was when my ex-boyfriend had asked me to. It turned him on to watch. And to be honest, it had turned me on to have him watching me. The very first time, I had closed my eyes at first, not wanting to see him watching me. He'd been murmuring words of encouragement... 'Yea baby, yea. Touch yourself for me....Yea, that's it....' And then it had gotten quiet, too quiet. So I'd opened my eyes just a little bit, to see his expression...did he not like what I was doing? He was completely still, watching my fingers on my clit, and watching the liquid heat seeping out of my pussy. His jaw was clenched, and he was breathing hard. And then it hit me that he was fighting for control... That he wanted to watch me touch myself, but not touching me was killing him. What could I do to make him lose all that control? All the while I had been quiet, keeping my moans to myself, so I closed my eyes, and let myself go. I rubbed my clit just a little faster and moaned softly. I felt rather than saw his attention turn to my face, watching my expression. I let my lips part and my tongue run across them. Slowly, I slipped a finger into my pussy. It was tight, but I welcomed it. I let out a strangled groan. In my effort to have him lose control, I was quickly losing control myself. I fucked myself with my finger, but it wasn't enough. I needed more, so much more. 'Put in another finger.' His voice was rough and gravelly, roughened by passion. I opened my eyes to look at him. He was staring at me. His light brown eyes had darkened so much they were almost black. 'Another finger. Now.' The command was unmistakable, and I shivered, even as I complied. I pressed two fingers against my opening and pushed in to the hilt. My body jerked and I let out a hiss of pleasure. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and as if from a distance, I heard myself moan. 'Now fuck yourself, slowly.' God. I slid my fingers nearly all the way out and slowly slid them back in. And then again, and again...I was quickly losing control.... I wanted to cum, so desperately and before long I was fucking myself with my fingers as hard as I could, needing to find release so badly I was shaking with need. Then all of a sudden I heard an audible groan and my fingers were roughly pulled out from my pussy just moments from release. NO! He slammed my hand back, pulling it above my head and then did the same with the other hand. He held my arms above my head with one hand. Shocked, I tried to pull away but he was too strong for me. He'd always been so gentle with me that it had never registered how much stronger and bigger he really was than me. 'Don't move!'. His voice was a low growl. 'Or I swear I'll tie you to the bed.' I stilled immediately. His eyes were wide, nearly feral and I realised that I'd done exactly what I wanted...pushed him to the very edge of his control. He took my hands and wrapped them around the bars at the head of the bed. 'Don't. Let. Go.' Fear skittered up my spine and I nodded, barely. He gave me a smile that was almost predatory and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue thrust in and licked my lips, tasting me and sucking on my tongue. Then he pulled away and began working his way down my stretched out my body. He sucked and pulled at the soft skin at my neck with his teeth, and when I cried out at the hint of pain, he soothed it with his tongue. I knew without looking that he was leaving love bites all over my neck and chest, but I couldn't even bring myself to care. The orgasm that had been denied to me was building up again, with shocking ferocity. He roughly tugged and pinched my nipples. My back arched in response even as the rest of my body curved away from him. My body couldn't decide whether to pull away or beg for more. I didn't even have the presence of mind to unclench my fingers from around the bars; it was as if it was the only thing that was keeping me tethered to the earth. My pussy was soaking wet and pulsing by the time he was done with the upper part of my body. He'd bitten and sucked and licked every inch of me, and every single breath I took was part moan and part whimper. He parted my legs and just stared at my pussy for a moment. Absorbing the sight of the lush pink petals covered in the liquid seeping from my empty pussy. He looked up at me, and caught me staring at him with wide eyes, wondering what he was going to do. Keeping his eyes on me, he slid a finger up my thigh, feather soft, and slow. Instinctively, I tried to close my legs as a shiver slid through my whole body. He growled a warning at me and crawled deeper between my legs, so that his thighs kept me spread wide. He touched the outer petals and I bit my lip, trying to keep from begging him to touch me, for fuck's sake, just touch me. He smiled, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking and slid a thick finger deep into my pussy. My body shuddered and I groaned before my brain had even registered the mind-blowing sensations. 'Oh god, oh god...oh...uh...please, please....' I was babbling, so needy I couldn't breathe, couldn't think...I could only beg... 'More?' He asked, his voice deceptively soft. 'Yes! Oh...' I groaned as he twisted his finger in my pussy and rubbed my inner walls... 'Yes! Oh fuck, please......' I tried to press my legs together, trying to control the sensations in some way, but his legs wouldn't let me. Suddenly, he slid his finger out and before I could protest, he slid two fingers in right to the hilt, and started to fuck me hard. That was it. The sounds died in my throat and my body involuntarily moved into a perfect arch. I couldn't breathe and I couldn't move. I was frozen; all I could do was feel sensation build, sensation on top of sensation, non-stop. I couldn't control it I couldn't stop it; all I could do was feel. My orgasm hit me so hard lights burst behind my eyelids and I heard myself scream as I was thrown over the edge. My pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly on his fingers, and I remember sobbing, please, please, please. Begging him to stop, begging him for more? I honestly didn't know. It was so intense I know that I was on the line where pleasure and pain are so close to each other, its impossible to tell them apart. Consciousness of my surroundings returned slowly, and I jerked with shock as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy. Somehow, he was there between legs and the blunt tip of cock was pushing into my pussy. My eyes snapped open then, as my body registered the brand new sensations. My pussy had coiled tight in orgasm, and was still pulsing with aftershocks. I moaned long and low as he forced his way into me, stretching me to fit around his cock. He groaned at the sensation of my wet, hot and tight pussy around him, and lifted my legs around his neck so that he could go in deeper, and then he lost it. He fucked me harder than I'd ever been fucked in my entire life. To my shock, my orgasm returned and my pussy clenching around him was more than he could take. With a hard groan he slammed into me one last time and shuddered as he came. I bit my lip at the memory and rubbed the outside of my damp cotton panties. Maybe... a little self-pleasure wasn't such a bad idea after all. I pulled my panties off, slid my fingers through my damp folds and closed my eyes as the first shivers of delicious pleasure skittered up my spine. More She ties me in a chair, legs bound wide and fixed, mouth gagged. Cold, cruel clamps pinch and stretch my labia. My pussy, once pretty and neat, now gapes obscenely, my secret places exposed. Fiery clips bite my nipples. They shake and pull as she strikes my breasts with the black leather crop. Stripes blossom on my soft, milky flesh. "Are you suffering?" she asks, fixing my gaze with hers. I nod jerkily, my body beginning to betray me. "More," she says simply and reaches down between my useless legs to grasp my swollen clit, no longer hidden and protected in the bed of my soft, sweet lips. "More," she says and savagely twists my tender bud. I scream through the gag and she watches my eyes cloud with fear, then pain, and back to fear. -------------------- I am bound again. My hands stretch between my legs to my ankles where a rope holds them fast. She has placed me on my knees. My face is pressed to the floor. My rump is high and helpless. I wait in darkness. I feel her settle next to me. Her hand rests on my straining back. Moments pass and then I feel her warm breath on my neck. "I'm here," she says. "I'm here." What will come? The whip? A paddle? I am scared of what she might do. Her control is complete. Her fingers trail down between my cheeks and then suddenly they are in me. My pussy explodes, overwhelmed by the force of the penetration. More fingers, then her knuckles stretch my womb faster than I can adjust. I am full beyond bearing. Containing the pressure is impossible. As quickly it entered, the hand is gone, leaving me gasping. My body has become a giant hole. Without pausing, she wipes her fingers on my anus, lubricating me with my own dew. Then I feel her penis, that is not a penis, pressing on my dark entrance. Insisting. Forcing. I bear down and try to open my passage to the invader. To avoid the pain, I yield to her. I feel her hips against my ass. She fucks me slowly and thoroughly, until I have nothing left to give. Even then, she continues taking my limp and exhausted body. I am only a hole. I am only flesh. I am hers to take as she wills. She has proved it to both of us. -------------------- It is a workday, but still I am hers. This morning, she fitted me with plugs and clamps. Only my loose dress hides her marks. I sit in my morning meeting, struggling for control, but each shift of position drives a plug deeper. It is as if they speak for her. "We are not fooled. This body is no longer yours." -------------------- We are eating dinner at a restaurant. We share a bench, her body trapping me in the booth. "May I please be excused?" I ask meekly. "I would like to use the restroom." "No," she says, and turns back to her food. I wait as long as I can while she lingers over her meal. My bladder is bursting, my body and mind completely overwhelmed by the pressure and pain. Careful to keep my eyes downcast, I beg her in a whisper, "Please!" She sits back and smiles, clearly enjoying my desperation. "No. Dessert first." Finally, as I feel my muscles turning to liquid, she pays the check and eases out of the booth. I frantically slide by, much too insistently. I know I've displeased her, but I am beyond thought. I race to the parking lot, thinking only of home. I am almost to the car when my sphincter gives way, drenching my pants. Tearfully, I wait in the darkness. At last she arrives to unlock the door, but first she stops and directs me to stand. There is no hiding my shame. "Pants off," she says, opening the trunk, and waits for me to remove my sodden clothes. Then, naked below the waist, I walk to the passenger side and wait for her to unlock the door. Arriving home, we walk together across the yard and through the front door, past caring whether the darkness hides my nakedness. Once inside, she settles into a chair and directs me to her side. "Across my knees," she commands and I move into position. A final spark of resistance flares briefly and then fades as she spanks me like a child, methodically slapping my backside until I have surrendered completely. I have been broken. I no longer exist. -------------------- The morning light finds two lovers entwined in white sheets. She takes me in her arms and gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Good morning, my love," she says softly. "Did I do it right? Was it what you wanted?" I kiss her softly and move more deeply into her familiar embrace. "More," I whisper.