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Robbed

By: Animalinside



Leigha grumbled as she stepped out of her car. Her mood had been going downhill all day. She continued to fume as she walked up the driveway to the front door.

"First I have to work on a Saturday, and then I end up working late, assisting the dumbest people on the face of the planet, and then I don't even get a single phonecall or text or anything wondering when I'm going to be home or why I'm late."

Normally, she was very calm, cool, and collected; even at the worst of times. But today, she was feeling downright rotten, and didn't care to hide it. Pushing the door open rather forcefully, she stepped inside and carelessly kicked off her shoes. As she turned to head to the kitchen -- she was starving, after all -- something looked amiss out of the corner of her eye. She slowly looked over the living room in horror. The place was a disaster! the TV was missing, as was the computer and her laptop, the shelves had been tipped over, cushions flung off the couch. As she looked on she saw her favorite picture lying on the floor, the frame cracked and the glass shattered.

"H-Honey? Is that.. you?" she heard a familiar voice squeaking from upstairs.

"Lee's home, the house is a mess, there's no police here, and he's hiding upstairs." She thought. Her face darkened, and she stormed up the stairs yelling. "I swear there better be a fucking good explanation for this shit or your ass is gr--omigod!"

As she walked into the bedroom the first thing she noticed was her husband handcuffed to the bed, smiling meekly. "Hi honey. We umm.. we were robbed."

She stood, stunned for a moment, and then gathered herself up and rushed to the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I've just had the shittiest day; I didn't mean to yell at you. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He smiled up at her. "Can you find the keys for these though? I've been like this for hours."

Leigha tipped up the dresser where they usually kept the handcuffs, and opened the drawer, rummaging around in it. She grew a little distressed when she couldn't find the keys, so she got down on her hands and knees and looked around on the floor. "Found 'em."

Crawling up onto the bed, she straddled his stomach and brought the keys up to the cuffs, but then paused. She looked down at him with an odd grin. Lee raised an eyebrow at her as she placed the keys on the dresser, and stood up, a foot on either side of him. With a sly grin, she slowly started to unbutton her blouse, pausing after each button, and then letting it slide off her shoulders, exposing her lacy pink and black bra. Bringing her hands up to her chest, she slowly stroked her breasts through her bra, and then slid her hands down her stomach to her skirt. Slowly gyrating her hips, she slid the skirt down her legs, and then off, kicking it aside. Looking up at her beautiful body, covered only by her matching bra and panties he grinned, a little off guard.

"I had a really bad day. I hope you don't mind making it better for me." She smiled down at him seductively, stroking her crotch. All he could do was grin and stare.

When she was sufficiently wet, she slid her fingers inside her underwear, and again, wiggled her hips, pushing them down her legs. She knelt down overtop of him, and positioned her clit directly in front of his mouth. He slowly slid his tongue out of his mouth, and gave her clit a gentle lick. She moaned, and grabbed his head, pulling it towards her. He knew she didn't want to be teased tonight, so he went to work, flicking his tongue rapidly over and around her pussy while she pulled more and more fiercely on his head. She moaned and moaned, fuelling his desire to please her. Her moans grew into wails of ecstasy, as she came closer and closer to the edge. Then it hit her. She dug her fingers into his head, and bucked wildly against his face as she orgasmed. It felt so good, she began to go numb, and collapsed beside him, her chest still heaving. He strained to roll over onto his side, so he could coat her shoulder in kisses.

"How's your day going now?" He grinned.

"Holy crap." She mumbled back.

They lay on the bed, resting for a few minutes, when he got a sly grin of his own. He twisted his hands around, and grasped the headboard, and then using his legs and his grip on the headboard, vaulted himself over her leg and on top of her. She didn't even hesitate as she undid his pants, and pulled them down, exposing his erect manhood. He bent down and bit into her neck as he slowly slid himself inside of her. A moan escaped her mouth and he smiled. Wanting only to pleasure her, he sped up and started pushing a little harder. She spread her legs as far apart as she could manage, wanting every inch of him inside her. She moaned heavily once again, driving him wild.

He could sense her getting close, and wanting to push her over the edge again, he started pushing into her more roughly. He put his mouth to her ear and growled into it "Who's in control now, slut? You're just my little whore, aren't you?"

She screamed as she climaxed underneath him. He remained inside her for a little while, and kissed her neck. "You're so amazing." She whispered, pushing him off. "But now it's your turn."

She wiggled her way down the bed, and grabbed his still stiff cock, stroking it slowly. He laid his head back and relaxed. Soon he felt her tongue moving up and down his shaft, and then her whole mouth slip over it. Sliding up and down his cock, she started to hum, sending wonderful vibrations through his penis. After all that had happened, it didn't take long before he was ready.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum." He stammered. She positioned her lips at the head of his cock, and started to stroke his shaft as fast as she could. He groaned and shook as he let his juices fly into her mouth. He went rigid as he let the pleasure wash over him, and then once again he relaxed his body. Grabbing the keys, she unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside. He rubbed his wrists, and then slid his arms around her, holding her tight.

"Even if we don't have any stuff, we still have each other." He said with a smile. "I love you."

Robbed



It was a summer morning. 

I was 18 at that time and had just completed my last year at the high school.

I was home with my mother, when I heard the intercom ringing. I lifted the receiver and heard a male voice saying "a registered letter for Mrs M..."

A minute later I opened the door and everything started.

The man was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, he was carrying a voluminous bag and...a gun!

He hissed me to keep my mouth shut, pushed me back in the house and closed the door.

My mom came out from the kitchen at that precise moment, seeing the man pointing the gun at my head; she brought her hands to her mouth and was certainly about to cry, but the man threatened her not to say a word or else... The gun aimed at my head was a message that didn't need any explanation! Mom succeeded in maintaining her self control and didn't shouted; just prayed the man not to hurt me.

Always keeping me under the threat of his gun, the man handed mom his bag and ordered her to empty it; mom put the bag on the floor and carefully started to open it: I watched her pulling out several hanks of rope and a roll of duct tape. For the following ten minutes I observed the man forcing mom to fill the bag with money and any valuable object he could find in the house; from time to time she she looked nervously at the ropes on the floor.

The man kept silent until he saw the bag completely filled, then told me something definitely unexpected: he ordered me to take off my clothes! I froze and look at him: there wasn't any trace of uncertainty on his face: he was serious! Mom tried to say something, but a movement of the gun towards me, persuaded her to keep quiet.

I couldn't do anything but obey him, so I started to undress: wearing t-shirt, jeans, socks and sneakers(and of course underwear), the operation didn't take me much time...and there I was: completely naked in front of my mother and a burglar!

The man showed me one of our living room chair and told me to sit down, then made mom take the ropes from the floor. Following his instructions, mom crossed my wrists and tied them together and then to the back of the chair; then took several other pieces of rope and wrapped them many times around my chest and arms, securing them to the back of the chair; finally she tied my legs together at the ankles and knees and tied my ankles to the ring connecting the chair legs. The man kept talking the whole time, warning mom that if she hadn't tied me properly, I would've been killed... The menace should have been very effective, because I could say mom was tying me really tight!

Once I was securely tied to the chair, the burglar made mom pick up one of my socks and insert it in my mouth: at the beginning I tried to resist, but mom begged me not make him get angry, so I surrendered. The final treatment consisted in several layers of duct tape wrapped around my head, holding back the sock: my mouth was so full I could barely swallow; surely I wasn't going to talk or shout!

Once he had me bound and gagged the burglar turned his attention to mom: I wasn't surprised at all when he ordered her to strip!

I watched my mother removing her sundress (remember we were in summer), flip flops and panties... in a few seconds she was completely naked! (Well, not completely indeed: she still had her glasses on...). Mom was 47 at that time, a bit chubby, but definitely not fat! She had very ample breasts...now I could see they were just a bit saggy, but extremely pretty! I found myself staring at her!

I was recalled to reality by the man's voice, ordering my mom to put another of our living room chairs in front of the one I was tied to, and to sit down; walking around the chair he warned my mom not to try anything stupid...judging by the look on her face, she wasn't in the mood of trying anything at all.

So I could do nothing but watch as my mom was being tied to her chair in the same way as I was tied to mine; the burglars wrapped many pieces of rope around her upper body too, tying them tightly above and below her breasts...now it was practically impossible not to look at her boobs: I became aware I was having a boner!

Once checked her knots, the man picked up my other sock and stuffed it into mom's mouth...she moaned in disgust, but wasn't able to spit the sock out, because she had her head wrapped in several layers of duct tape, just like mine.

With a satisfied smile on his face (and without saying a single word), the burglar lifted his now heavy bag, and walked out of the room...we heard the door closing and realized we were finally alone...

And here we are, my mother and me...bound, gagged, fully naked and facing each other!

I could say she was staring at my erection...she gave me a shocked look!

The house was absolutely silent and we both sat there motionless...

Mom was the first one to recover herself: she started to mmmmmmppphhhhh as loudly as she could, probably hoping to attract the attention of a neighbor; I joined her, though without conviction: not only the socks in our mouths prevented us from shouting, but the building was almost empty, considering the people out of town for the holidays and the ones at work (it was a weekday). Predictably, we were soon panting. After that failure, we need to find a new strategy...once again mom took the initiative, applying all her strength to the ropes in attempt to loosen them. Again I joined her, thinking that exercise would have also distracted me from the thoughts causing me the hard on...I was completely wrong! I had a look at my mother: being firmly secured to the chair, the unique parts of her body she was able to move were...her breasts! The sight of her huge boobs swinging and bouncing, only increased my excitement!

Mom took a rest to recover her energies, then all of a sudden she appeared to have found a solution: I saw her trying to shake her chair in order to move across the room (her purpose was to reach some tool to cut the ropes with, or at least I suppose so...). This experiment lasted less then the previous ones: she immediately realized that, with her ankles tied to the chair ring, she wouldn't have covered a distance longer than a meter, before falling on the floor.

After this further frustration, she came back to struggling, and me with her.

It was an extremely torrid day and, struggling that way, we soon found ourselves exhausted and covered in sweat...I find superfluous to state that the sight of my mother's naked body, wet and shimmering, made my penis became harder than ever! It was such a torture....

Basically, we spent the morning and part of the afternoon repeating countless times the same sequence: first mmmmpphhhing loudly, then struggling furiously and finally resting breathless...

From time to time I caught my mother having a look at my erected penis and sighing with despair....I could easily imagine how she was ashamed!

Six hours later my dad came back home and found us. Fortunately my hard on didn't last so long...

I wonder if mom has ever related this detail to dad....

The end



Robbed...Again!



Justice has run its course, but my family is going to pay...

NOTE: this is the sequel of my previous story entitled "Robbed".

After the robbery, our lives seemed a living hell: mom was afraid even of her shadow and about me, well, I was no longer able to look at mom, without imagining her naked.

Fortunately dad took control of the situation: we moved, and dad made sure that the new apartment had every kind of safety device. Alarm system for door and windows, reinforced door, video intercom...our house was a small fort!

Our life was slowly returning to normal ... when we were informed of the arrest of the robber.

We had to testify at the trial: reporting the facts to the police had been embarrassing, but to repeat the story in public was a torture, especially for Mom. 

Anyway, though I had been insecure, mom recognized the burglar with certainty, and this was enough to convict him. During my deposition, I had noticed a man in the audience looking at me intensely; my father must have noticed him too, because he immediately asked our lawyer if he knew him. "He's the burglar's brother", the answer was. However, with the conviction of the robber, the whole story seemed definitely closed and we finally went back to our lives.

About a month after the trial, my parents and I were coming back home from a dinner with friends; mom had at last started to leave the house without fear and the evening had been very pleasant.

We were on the landing, in front of our apartment, and dad was going to open the door, when they appeared out of nowhere. Four men, their faces covered by hoods and guns in their hands. They forced my father to open the door and deactivate the alarm system, then came inside with us and closed the door behind them: we were now locked up in our fortress, just with those it should have taken out!

Mom was terrified, while dad was calm and lucid. He showed them where was the money and valuables, but they interrupted him brutally. "All in good time ...", said one of them.

When another of them ordered us to undress, I seemed to live in a frightening deja vu.

Anyway we obeyed, removing our clothes, until we remained, dad and I in underwear and socks, and mom in bra and panties. 

The one who seemed to be the boss came forward and hissed: "Go on, I want to see you naked!

Reluctantly, we did as we were ordered.

One of the men gave to me and dad two pills for each, telling us to swallow them. They looked in our mouths., to make sure that we had really swallowed.

Then they took out from a bag several hanks of rope: I already knew what awaited us!

They tied our arms in a very strange way: they made us overlap our forearms behind our backs, so that each of our hands was close to the opposite elbow. They took a long piece of rope and wrapped it several times around our chests, then around each of our arms above the elbows, then they connected this rope to our forearms. Our arms were completely immobilized and fixed to our bodies.

On mom they used two pieces of rope, wrapping one above and one below her breasts: due to those ropes and to the position of her arms, her breasts were protruding...despite of the dangerousness of our situation, I could not help but find my mother extremely exciting!

They took mom's bra and forced it into dad's mouth, securing it with duct tape; then did the same with my mouth and mom's panties and with mom's mouth and one of my socks. Finally they forced us to sit on the floor, side by side, our backs against the wall and tied our legs at the ankles and knees. 

Then they sat on chairs in front of us, doing nothing but look and laugh at us.

We sat there silent and frightened: this wasn't a robbery, it was clear, so what did they wanted from us?

Mom was sitting between me and dad. I realized that I could touch lightly her fingers with my fingertips. She looked at me scared, her eyes were veiled with tears.

The robbers did not seem to have any hurry: they remained sat there for a while, laughing and making lewd comments about our nakedness.

Meanwhile I could not avoid looking at my mother's breasts ... on the other hand, she immediately noticed my erection: the feeling of deja vu was getting stronger! 

Compared to last time, now I had an extra stimulus: I was tasting my mother's panties, my mouth was steeped in her vaginal fluids!

I noticed that also my father had an erection. It seemed strange: he should have been accustomed to seeing his wife naked!

I can not say how much time had passed, but suddenly the four men stood up. They moved one of the living room furniture in the middle of the room. It was a rectangular coffee table, with solid legs connected in pairs by horizontal supports along the short side. 

They untied mom's legs and made her lay face downwards on the table, with her legs spread on either side. They tied her upper body to the table top and each of her knee to a leg of the table: a position that did not promise anything good! Mom had to think the same way because she began to mmmmmpphhh furiously, but the thieves did not showed any compassion and continued their work.

They help dad to stand up, made him hop towards the coffee table and kneel on the floor, behind mom. Then I witnessed something shocking: I saw them introduce to force dad's erected penis in mom's anus! The operation took some time and had to be painful for my mother: her mmmmmmpphhing became hysterical; if she had not been gagged, I believe that her screams would have waked the whole neighborhood! 

One of the men doubled a piece of rope, wrapped it around mom's waist, made it pass through dad's crotch, wrapped around his waist and then connected the rope encircling mom's waist with the one tied around dad's. Then he tied his knees to the support connecting the legs of the table. Finally he used another piece of rope to connect together dad's ankles, waist and forearms: dad had no way to remove his cock from mom's ass, at least until it had been hard!

Mom was crying and moaning from under the gag, but, though I could easily imagine how much she was suffering, I couldn't help but find the sight of dad forced to bugger her, indescribably exciting!

Now it was my turn! One of the men helped me to stand up, hop towards the table and kneel on the floor: the same as they did with my father, except for the fact that I was face to face with my mother. I was close enough to see tears running down her cheeks. The man pulled the tape from her face and helped her to spit my sock. She gasped for air, then started to whimper, begging the four men to let us go. The one closer to me doubled a rope, made a noose at one end and then slipped the noose around mom's neck, leaving a long peace of spare rope hanging. Then he made it: he guided my cock into mom's mouth, pushing it so thoroughly that my penis seemed to be to squeeze in her throat. I heard mom regurgitate. 

The man took the spare rope hanging from mom's neck, pulled it forcing my cock deeper in mom's mouth, made it pass through my crotch and tied it tightly around my waist; once made the knot he tied the two spare ends of the rope around my scrotum. Then, as he had done to dad, he tied my knees to the horizontal support of the table, and finally tied another piece of rope from my ankles, to my waist and then to my forearms. He had practically gagged mom with my dick! 

He gave me a violent slap on the ass, saying "Your mother has a rope tied around his neck with a slipknot: If I were you I wouldn't try to pull your cock out of her mouth, unless you want to strangle her, of course!" Mom and I moaned as one.

As final touch, one of the men used a piece of rope to connect the ropes encircling dad's chest and mine, so that if one of us had tried to alleviate the pressure he was putting on mom, he would have done nothing but increase the one applied by the other. 

Next they produced a video camera and started filming us. Dad and I mmmmmmpphhhed in anger.

I could hear mom sobbing.

I was too humiliated to look at dad, so I tried to look down. Absolutely not a good idea: I could see my mother keeping my cock in her mouth, a sight increasing my excitation.

From time to time, I felt mom sucking my cock: not being able to spit out the saliva that it was forming in her mouth, she was forced to suck to try to swallow it.

In the meantime, our captors were in search for ideas to make their movie more absorbing.

The way they had tied my arms, it leaved my ass open and inviting: all four made in turns to violently slap my ass.....with each blow my instinctive reaction to pain made me push my dick deep in mom's throat. I heard her choke every time.

My father was getting more and more furious at this show, and began to struggle, but, bound as he was, he only obtained to violently bugger mom, increasing the amusement of our captors.

Meanwhile, they went on slapping my ass, with increasing frequency: unwittingly, I was practically fucking my mother in her mouth!

Two of them had started to do to my father the same thing they were doing to me, so now mom was fucked in her mouth and sodomized simultaneously. When she wasn't choking, she moaned in pain!

At one point I felt that I couldn't resist any longer; I tried to restrain myself, but the other two continued to slap me on the ass... .I started mmmmmmmmmpphhhhing desperately, hoping to warn mom, then came violently in her mouth.

It was an incredible sensation! At that time I had never even received a blow job: to ejaculate in the mouth of a woman, a woman who was even my mother, it has been indescribable!

Anyway I was worried about her: I felt my sperm continuing to flow and knew she had no way to spit it! She was sucking desperately trying to swallow as quickly as possible! Her mouth had to be completely full: I could feel the cum begin to leak over my scrotum. 

Meanwhile I heard dad mmmmmmmppphhing violently, sign that he was coming too.

For a while, all three of us gasped for air, due to our gags, then our breath started to normalize.

Mom choked once or twice, but finally she succeeded in breathing normally. My scrotum and thighs were full of semen poured from his mouth.

I expected at this point my erection to reduce, but it did not: I began to be suspicious about the pills that our captors gave us! I crossed eyes with one of them: he confirmed my suspicions. "Oh yes, little boy, there's still a lot of fun awaiting for you!"

Then the boss came close to dad and removed his hood: we had seen him at the court, it was the brother of the first robber! "Do not even think about denouncing us to the police.....we can do much worse to your family!" he said.

Then he put back his hood and they leaved. Before leaving, one of his accomplices slapped my ass again, more violently then ever.....I almost started to cry.....my buttocks were on fire!

Once left alone, we made all possible efforts to loosen our bonds, but every move we made was a torture for mom. Calling for help was beyond dispute: nobody could hear us with those gags!

My erection lasted unabated, and so dad's one, I suppose. Stand still in that position was becoming extremely painful, so dad and I gave up: every time we felt the stimulation grew back, we used mom to calm down. She had learned to swallow in order to avoid suffocation; she seemed resigned to be fucked, but occasionally began to cry again.

Basically we spent the whole night fucking mom: I would be lying if I said I didn't like it! Indeed I loved every minute I spent bound, gagged and cumming into mom's mouth!

The next day was Sunday and we waited for my grandparents to join us for lunch. When they knocked on the door, the effect of the pills had ceased and I had somehow managed to pull my cock out of mom's mouth, so she was able to call for help. Grandpa entered with his key and had the greatest shock of his life!

This time there was no return to normal life. A week after the fact, I found the video made by our captors, posted on an internet site: until now it has been seen a million times. Our captors posted on the sites our nouns and address: we were now reluctant celebrities!

The end



Robbed and Forced Sex



One day my wife and I were lying down on our bed and were holding each other in a loving embrace. We were still clothed and had our bedroom door closed. While we were wrapped up in the moment, we were unaware of the masked man who had quietly entered our room. 

When we both looked up and saw the intruder standing at the foot of our bed, we both gasped and froze.

The intruder motioned for us to stand up and then told us to strip. We both looked at each other and then we both began to strip. When we both got down to our underwear, we stopped. The intruder told us we were to both be naked, and ordered us to strip naked.

Fearing for our safety, we did as we were instructed and both of us removed the rest of our clothes until we were both stark naked. We attempted to try and cover up our genitals but were ordered to place our hands at our sides. Given the fact that the masked intruder had a gun pointed directly towards us and was waving it back and forth, we did as instructed.

While standing stark naked next to each other we grabbed each other's hand and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long for us to find out his next move.

The intruder saw the cut up towels duct tape and blindfold on the table and threw them onto the bed. He asked us what they were for and I told him we were getting ready to have our role play fantasy sex where I would tie, gag and blindfold my wife face down on the bed and then have anal sex with her.

He told us this would be our lucky day and we would have a long time of having sex together. We didn't know what he meant but we soon were to find out.

He told my wife to lay face down on the bed and to spread out her arms and legs. Then he had me take a towel strip and tie her arm to a corner of the bed. He warned me that I needed to tie her arm nice and tight and he would check it when I was done. Seeing it was tight, he told me to finish tying her other arm and then her legs. When I finished, he checked to make sure she was tied nice and tight. Then, he had me tie a blindfold over her eyes and then cover it with a strip of duct tape. I was then given a panty he found on the floor next to the bed that my wife had worn and my pair of boxer shorts.

He told me to take my boxer shorts and place them in my wife's mouth and then cover that with a strip of duct tape. My wife began to cry and tried to tell the masked intruder that she would not be able to breathe. He told her to shut up and take the gag or he would shoot me. Reluctantly she opened her mouth and accepted the gag. After she had my boxers stuffed into her mouth and taped in tight, the intruder told her to talk. All that came out were mumbled and muffled sounds.

Satisfied she was securely restrained and silenced, the intruder turned his attentions towards me. 

He had me take my wife's panties and stuff them in my mouth and then place a strip of duct tape over my mouth to hold the panties in. 

Then, he ordered me to start playing with myself to get my penis hard. Given he had a gun pointing straight at my head, I had little choice than to do as he said. I played with my penis until it became nice and hard.

When he saw it was hard, he ordered me to lie down on top of my wife and put my penis into her small rosebud. I started to push my cock into her rectum and continued until I was all the way inside. Since we had done anal sex together before, she did not have any pain and accepted my cock until I was all the way in. 

The intruder told me to lie still and not move. He then tied my arms to my wife's arms and my legs to my wife's legs so we were both tied together face down in a spread eagle position. He then tied a towel over my eyes and placed a strip of duct tape over the towel. 

He left and went into our bathroom and we could hear him ruffling through drawers.

When he came out he came over to us and placed cotton balls in both of our ears.

Finally, before he left, he took several strips of tape and placed them around our backs and buttocks to hold my cock in her small rectum.

Satisfied we were not going anywhere, the masked intruder left the room and closed the door. 

We both lay there still and quiet hoping the intruder had gone. During the time we waited, I came several times in her rectum. We both wanted to try and make noise from having orgasms but decided to remain still. I could tell she was enjoying herself as she tried to raise her hips up each time I came inside her rectum.

Once we both felt he was gone, we began to struggle against our bonds. We tried to talk to each other as best we could but all that came out was muffled sounds.

Somehow, I was able to let her know through our muffled talk to lie still and not move so I could try and get free. She stopped struggling and making muffled grunts and groans and lay still while I tried to get free. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to break the tape holding my arm to my wife's arm and pulled my arm free. 

With my free arm, I was able to pull off the tape from my other arm, and then pulled the tape from our backs and bottoms. 

Once I had the tape off my arms and our backs and bottoms, I rose up and slowly pulled my penis from my wife's rectum. As she had had numerous orgasms, she was now fast asleep. 

Ii then tore the tape off my legs and removed my blindfold and gag.

I then took my wife's blindfold off, removed her tape and gag from her mouth and then cut off the tape on her wrists and ankles.

I left her sleeping and went to check on the house. 

Seeing that nothing was taken and we were not harmed by the intruder, I did not call the police and let my wife sleep. 

I too fell asleep next to her from cumming so much into her tight rectum. 

I was just as tired as she was.



Robbed and Humiliated



After my Asian wife and I returned home after going out for a brunch with some friends, as we walked into the house from the garage and opened our bedroom door, we were greeted by a masked intruder holding a gun. He pointed the gun at both of us and told us to raise our hands in the air and not move. We both looked at each other and then raised our hands up to show him that we were going to comply with his order. My wife was wearing a long black sleeveless dress with a pair of black tights. I was wearing a pink shirt and a pair of dark grey slacks. 

Once he saw that we were going to comply with his demands, he told me to go and shut the bedroom door. Then, he told me and my wife to slowly walk over to the bed with our hands still raised in the air. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a full roll of blue duct tape and threw it on the bed. 

It was at this time that the masked intruder finally began to speak. "I want both of you to take off all of your clothes with you sir, stripping your wife and you lady stripping your husband." When we heard this, we both looked at each other and hesitated for a moment, thinking this was not real. "Do it now!" he ordered, "or I will shoot both of you." "Lady," he said," strip your husband first." "Now!"

My wife looked at me first for approval, and I nodded my head to go and do it.

My wife unbuttoned my shirt, and then took it off and threw it on the bed. Then, she pulled my t-shirt up over my head and threw that on the bed as well. Next, she had me raise each foot and pulled off my shoes and socks. Then, she unbuckled my belt, opened my slacks, and pulled my slacks and boxer shorts down at the same time and then threw those on the bed as well.

"Nice," said the masked intruder. He then turned to me and said "now it's your turn to strip her." "Do it now." I first looked at my wife and she too nodded her head for me to do it. 

First, I unbuttoned my wife's sleeveless dress and removed it from her small petite body and threw the dress on the bed. Then, I had my wife lift up each foot one at a time and reached down and pulled her boots off her feet. Now, she was still left wearing her black leggings, a sexy red panty which was showing through the leggings and her black lace 32 a size bra that barely covered her small breasts. I then took hold of the waist band of her leggings and slowly pulled them down around to her ankles and helped her to step out of them. I then threw the leggings on the bed with the rest of our clothes. Just as I was about to pull down her panties, I heard the masked intruder say, "stop". He then told my wife to sit down on the bed. Then I heard him say to me "now, take off her panties and bra."

With my wife sitting on the edge of the bed, I grabbed hold of the sides of her panties, pulled them all the way down, took them off of her and put those on the bed as well. Then, I unclasped her bra and tossed that on the bed as well.

"Sit down next to her," he said, "and don't either of you move." He then picked up all of our clothes, except her panties and my boxers, and placed them into a bag he was holding that also had some of our valuables he had found. 

"My, don't you two look nice in your birthday suits," he said. "Lady, I wish I could stay and have some fun and play with your small tits and hairy bush, but I got to get out of here now." The masked intruder then picked up the roll of blue duct tape and handed it to my wife. "Lady, I want you to take the duct tape, tightly tape your ankles together, put your panties in your mouth, wrap the tape around your mouth, lie face down on the bed and put your hands behind your back." As the man had a gun pointed at us and fearing for our safety, my wife did as she was told to do. 

Once my wife had finished and was now duct taped, tape-gagged and lying face down on the bed he turned to me and said, "Pick up the tape and tape her wrists together. Do it now". I picked up the tape and wrapped it tightly around her wrists as I was told to do. 

"Very nice," said the masked intruder. "Now you do the same. Tape your ankles together, put your boxers in your mouth, wrap the tape around your mouth, lie face down on the bed next to your wife and put your hands behind your back. "

Seeing he still had the gun in his hand, I did what I was told to do. Once I had finished and was lying down next to my wife, ankles duct taped, boxers stuffed in my mouth and duct-taped, and with my hands behind by back, the masked intruder picked up the roll of duct tape and tightly taped my wrists together.

"There, that should hold both of you," he said. "Got to go. But before I do I have one more surprise for you." "Be back in a minute," he said. "Don't go anywhere," he chuckled as he left the room. My wife and I looked at each other not knowing what he meant by that last statement. We soon found out what he meant.

"Aw," he said, "don't you two look so nice and comfy. I have a surprise for each of you." With that, my wife and I turned our heads to look at him and saw he was holding up two vibrators- a red one for her and a silver one for me. We both started to squirm, writhe and moan through our gags, not knowing what he had planned to do. "Stop that," he yelled, "don't you dare move or I will be forced to shoot you both right now." We both stopped struggling and moaning through our gags and lay still. "Much better," he said, "Now let's get on with the fun."

First, the masked intruder took so Vaseline and placed it in and around my rectum. Then, he placed the silver vibrator inside my rectum. "Don't push it out," he ordered, "or I will be forced to shoot you." Then, he took some Vaseline and placed it in and around my wife's small petite rectum and placed the red vibrator insider her rectum. "Same for you lady," he said "don't push it out or I will have to shoot you as well." When both of us had the vibrators firmly pushed inside our rectums, we then each heard the sound of duct tape being ripped off the roll. He placed tape over my vibrator to hold it in and then did the same to the vibrator inside my wife's rectum. "Sorry I can't stay to see the show," he said, "hope you two enjoy yourselves." Right before he left, he turned on both vibrators to the high setting. "Have fun," he said as we heard him leave the room and close the door.

As the vibrators began to rapidly pulse inside both of our rectums, my wife and I started to writhe, thrash and moan through our gags. As each vibrator was electric with a cord attached and was not battery operated, we both realized that there would be no way to shut off the power. My wife's was plugged into a socket near the window and mine was plugged into a socket near the bed. As the vibrators continuously were pulsing into our rectums, both my wife and I were being given continuous anal orgasm from the vibrators. As both of us knew the only way to shut them off was to get them unplugged, we both began to squirm and move our bodies in a rapid motion, hoping to loosen the tape holding the vibrators inside our rectums. However, as hard as we tried, we could not get them out. The tape would not budge. After struggling for a while, I looked at my wife and tried to talk to her through my gag. I mumbled something to her like "let's just lie still and eventually the tape will come loose and we can get free." 

Even though it this came out mumbled and garbled, she understood what I meant and she stopped struggling.

Both of us then lay there as the vibrators continued to buzz inside of our rectums, producing one anal orgasm after another. However, each time we both had an orgasm from the buzzing vibrators stuffed inside our rectums, we noticed that our bodies were beginning to become covered in sweat. 

After what seemed like an eternity, (my wife and I had too many orgasms to count- maybe close to 150 total between the both of us) we noticed that the tape had loosened somewhat because each time we had an orgasm, the sweat produced by our bodies caused the tape to get wet. Finally, we both were able to break the tape that had secured our wrists. Then, each of us reached behind our bodies and pulled the vibrators out of our rectums. After the vibrators were removed and thrown still buzzing away on the floor, we both lay quietly for a minute and looked at each other with a sigh of relief. I then pulled the tape off of her mouth and she immediately spit out her soaked panties. I then removed the tape from my mouth and spit out my soaked boxers. We each then turned over onto our back and pulled off the remaining duct tape from our ankles.



Robbed & Raped



I was in the ensuite off the bathroom applying the last of my make-up to complete my transformation from Martin to 'Michele' when I heard the disturbance. 

My wife Kerry was waiting for me in the bedroom nursing a gin and tonic. We had just returned from a boring party and I had convinced Kerry that tonight should be our 'monthly special'. 

Kerry and I are in our mid 40's and she has known about, and tolerated, my crossdressing from early on in our marriage. She puts up with it because she loves me, and knows that I am faithful to her and in no way homosexual. Kerry permits me to dress and have sex with her while she is dressed in nice elegant clothing about once a month. She realises it is my fetish and thinks if she doesn't allow me my monthly 'treat', I might go elsewhere to get my special pleasures. 

Kerry actively participates in my crossdressing pleasures, likes the sex and has got used to me being dressed and made up. She assists me in buying clothes, lingerie and make-up.

Tonight she has dressed rather sophisticated for the cocktail party. She wears a nice beige suit with a skirt that comes to just above the knee, sheer taupe pantyhose, a lilac teddy, and matching nylon panties. The ensemble is completed with a smart shoulder bag and steel grey court shoes. 

She looks very attractive for her age and I have been looking at her all night with the intention of 'having' her, dressed just as she is. Lucky for me Kerry has had a few gin and tonics at the party and even though we left early she is quite tipsy and receptive to my request for a 'dress-up and play' session. 

I decided to counter my wife's sophisticated look with a gaudy, slutty, look that includes 'hooker' style make-up. I dress in a black corset, under which I have donned my girdle to flatten my 45-year old man's belly. I wear 15 denier tan pantyhose as a foundation garment, as although I run an electric trimmer over my legs regularly, they are not fully shaven except for the tops of my thighs, ass, and around my cock and balls. I attached sheer nylon stockings to the garters on my corset and pulled red nylon panties over them. I painted my nails a bright red and shook them vigorously so they would dry in a hurry. I wear my favourite patent leather black 'come fuck me' high heels. I complete the look with full make-up including slutty red lipstick and blue eye shadow, and my brunette bob wig with the red highlights. I look and feel like a real tart, just what I wanted. 

"Martin, go and see what that noise is in the laundry" shouts Kerry through the ensuite door from where she is sitting on the bed. 

"You know I'm 'Michele' when I'm dressed" I say. 

"Well just go and let the fucking dog in will you, before breaks the fucking door down" she scolds. 

I can tell by her language that she has had more than enough to drink. This excites me because she becomes a 'rough diamond' when drunk. She swears a lot and is more demanding when me make love. My small penis gives a little twinge of anticipation in my panties as I totter through the bedroom on my high heels on the way to check out the banging coming from the laundry. 

I notice Kerry has removed her jacket and is sitting on the bed, I want to hurry back because I really want to fuck her as she is, I don't want her to undress. 

"I'm letting the fucking dog in, then I'm coming back to fuck you darling, so be prepared" I say as I pass her. 

She reaches out and pats my ass, "promises, promises" she laughs and takes another gulp of her drink. 

I walk faster as my arousal grows. "Fucking dog always wants to come in at the worst times" I mutter under my breath. "Don't know why we have the fucking animal" 

I curse and open the door to the laundry. The small laundry has a door opposite to the one I just opened. It leads outside to a small courtyard where we have our washing line (It's probably just as well the courtyard can't be seen from street given some of the items of clothing that often hang on that line).

As I step into the laundry I stop suddenly as I realise something is wrong. The outside door is standing wide open and I can make out two large figures standing in the gloom. 

"Get that cunt bitch, shut her the fuck up, and lets get this fucking door closed before neighbours hear anything" a rough voice says. 

A squat powerful man looms out of the dark, puts hand over mouth and starts to drag me back inside the corridor that leads to the bedrooms. I hear the laundry door slam shut as I'm dragged on my heels into the main bedroom. I'm so stunned I haven't said a word. Kerry is so shocked she drops her glass and just stares as I am thrown on to the bed beside her. 

"That's right you two fucking bitches, you just shut the fuck up if you don't want to get seriously belted" says the second of the two assailants as he enters. 

"Joey, get these two old cows tied up while I look around. And the next time you tell me that there is no one home in the house we are about to turn over, there better fucking not be or I'll tie you up, you dumb fuck!" the larger and obviously the leader of the two snarls.

Joey slapped me back on the bed; he gives me a funny look but he is too busy at the moment to worry any further about me, he can see I'm in shock. 

"Ok you old bitch, get your fancy arse over on that chair" he growls at Kerry and half drags her into the chair near the vanity. 

"Park you arse and sit still or you get this" he says waving a fist in her face. 

She collapses in the chair and her opens a drawer in the vanity and takes out some scarves to tie her up with. He firmly ties her ankles to the legs and her wrists to the arms of the chair. Tied like this her legs are spread and I notice him look up her skirt at her exposed nylon encased thighs and silky panty crotch. 

He reaches into another draw and extracts a pair of pantyhose that he ties around her mouth as a gag. I am now slightly recovered from the shock of this home invasion and make to get off the bed. Joey pushes me back on the bed easily, he is half my age and his strength is obvious in his tanned muscled arms. 

"Sit back there you dumb cunt" he laughs; and I realise that he has figured out I am a man dressed as a woman. 

I don't know whether I am more ashamed of myself for being unable to protect my wife or being caught dressed as a woman. 

He yells out, "hey Frank, this other sad old slag is a fucking man dressed up as a sorry looking slut of woman". 

I hear Frank clattering around in the other rooms. 

"I'll be there in a minute he calls, just keep the cunts quiet while I get the silver and any other shit worth taking" he calls back. 

Joey sneers at me "you fucking panty boy homo gutless prick, you should see yourself you silly old fat tranny" and laughs. "At least your wife ain't as ugly as you, you fag hag." 

I just sit there stunned on the bed as he pulls open my wife's skirt and slides his hand up her thigh.

Now I know this is going go to go from bad to worse as Frank comes back in the room. 

"Looks like your having fun" he chuckles at Joey as watches him slide his hands over my wife's thighs and up to her panty crotch. "Now you fucking sorry looking tranny hag, if you behave yourself and tell me where your cash is, I might just be able to stop Joey from raping you wife" he glares at me. 

"So be fucking quick and don't stuff me about!" 

"In her bag there, she has a purse, and my wallet is on the dresser beside the bed" I squeal as I watch the squat, powerful thief molest my wife. 

Feelings of helplessness again overcome me; I am disgusted with myself for just sitting here watching Kerry squirm under the hands of this thug. Frank empties my wallet and Kerry's purse of cash and credit cards. 

"I've changed my mind" he laughs, "think I'll let Joey rape the old lady while we just sit here on the bed and enjoy the entertainment". 

He jumps on the bed beside me and pulls a knife from his belt, waving it under my nose he says "just behave sissy or you both get some of this; show him Joey". 

Joey pulls an identical knife and proceeds to cut the front buttons from my wife's dress. She squirms in the chair but can do nothing to stop him. Her dress falls open to reveal her lilac teddy and matching panties. Joey can't keep his hands off her; he drops the knife pulls down the top of her teddy and commences to stroke her pussy through her panties and sheer hose.

Kerry tries to pull away and realises that fighting against the bonds is useless. I see a resigned look come over her face as she submits to this pervert's touch. Joey is laughing now as he gets very excited; he opens his trousers and displays a pudgy, thick, red cock. It glistens with pre-come. He commences to rub his phallus all over my wife's tits as she again begins to struggle feebly. 

"Now I'm going to remove that gag, but if you make one fucking peek, Frank over there is going to cut off your fag husband's cock, ok". 

Frank pulls me too him and places his knife against my cock through the fabric of my nylon panties, amazingly my cock actually begins to twinge and become semi-erect; I can't believe it! 

Joey pulls the pantyhose gag from around my wife's head and pulls on the 'scrunchie' holding her hair up and lets it fall around her face. He straddles her and commences to force his cock into her mouth. She squirms to try and prevent him but he is too strong. 

Frank laughs, "looks like your wife ain't much of a cocksucker girly." 

"Hey look at this Joey, this pervert is getting off on his wife being head fucked," he says as he pulls down the front of my panties to revel my semi-hard cock pushing against my pantyhose. 

"This tranny must have a nylon fetish just like us mate, because he's got pantyhose on under his panties and stockings on over them." 

He roughly grabs my now erect cock through the sheer nylon and gives it a shake. 

"Well now this bitch and her bitch husband know we both got the hots for nylons so let's make the most of it" says Joey and opens the gusset of the pantyhose he was using as a gag and pulls the pantyhose over my wife's head. 

"Now listen here bitch, I'm going to cut you free and we are going over to that couch in the corner and have some fun." 

"Looks like Frank is getting cosy with your fag hag husband so lets just let us have our fun and we'll be gone without bloodshed." 

"What does your girly husband like to called anyway?" 

"Miiiichele" Kerry whispers, muffled by the nylon covering her face. "You leave him alone!" "Him" laughs Frank; "well SHE seems to be enjoying this little party".

Frank now has hold of my penis and pushes his face into mine, although I make a feeble attempt to struggle, his tongue forces its way into my mouth and commences exploring my tongue. I can't believe that I am responding, but my cock actually gets harder and as Frank pushes his body against mine and I feel his hard cock through his jeans, I actually sigh. 

I have never been so scared, but at the same time aroused. Here in our own bedroom my wife and I are being brutally raped and I'm actually getting off on it. I disgust myself, but at the same time marvel at my responses. Kerry however is still struggling and I can see Joey loves it. He has dragged her over to couch and stripped off the remains of her dress, her teddy and her panties. 

She is dressed only in her pantyhose and of course the other pair of hose that Joey has pulled over her head. Kerry looks pathetic and vulnerable as she is being sadistically stripped; and here is her weak girl-husband responding and kissing a rapist who has him on the bed. 

Frank now straddles my body as he lies on top of me. He reaches down and pushes down his pants and I feel his hard throbbing cock against my nyloned thigh. He starts to push against me, dry humping my leg as he continues to thrust his tongue in my mouth and squeeze my girl-cock. 

I cant help but respond and push against him, not struggling, but in timing with his humping, increasing his pleasure. He pushes off me and I quickly glance across at Kerry.

Joey is forcing her head against his groin. She is trying to push him away but he is obviously excited by the feel of his stubby hard cock against her pantyhose encased face. 

"Stop struggling bitch" he gasps, "This cock is going back in your mouth, and you are going to suck it; just like Michele is going to suck Frank's." 

I am immediately stunned. I am not gay and have never sucked a cock in my life. I then turn and see Frank's throbbing cock in front of my face. He is leering down at me, "that's right honey," you've got my cock to worry about, don't you worry about what Joey is up to over there." 

With that he grabs the back of my head, and pushes it towards his throbbing penis. He pushes his cock against my lipstick lips; "suck it bitch, suck it or I'll belt you." 

Reluctantly I open my mouth and his knob slides in over my lips and teeth. It is solid but spongy and tastes slightly salty. My tongue has no choice but to slide over it as I gasp for breath. It is initially uncomfortable, but as Frank slowly forces the member further into my mouth I start to enjoy the feeling of it. 

Frank eases the pressure on my head and I relax my jaw and start to suck him into me. I start a gentle backwards and forwards motion taking more of him into my mouth with each bob of my head. My tongue commences sliding over the meaty head of the penis as I'm sucking it. It's as if I was a born cocksucker.

Joey now pushes his cock under the pantyhose covering Kerry's face and rubs his cock against her cheek. He is sighing with pleasure as my wife continues to struggle. He pushes his cock into her mouth and taking her head in both his hands, starts to fuck her face. 

She has no choice but to capitulate. I notice that I am sucking Frank's cock in time with the thrusts of Joey's penis raping my wife's mouth. I can see around the hard cock in my mouth that Joey is increasing his rhythm "I'm not coming your mouth bitch" he snarls "your getting the fucking you deserve!" 

He pulls his cock out of her pantyhose covered face and roughly pushes her onto the couch and pulls her arse in air. He commences to rub his gnarled cock against her nylon-covered arse. 

Frank starts to chuckle "looks like that stuck-up bitch is about to get hers Michele" he sniggers sarcastically, "so I guess It's time you got the same; It's only fair that husband and wife should get equal attention." 

Frank pulls his cock from my mouth, rolls me over, and pulls my arse in the air so I am the identical position as my wife. 

"Please don't" I beg, "I'm a virgin there, I'm not gay!" 

"Well Michele, you ain't a virgin much longer, look over at your cunt wife because you're getting the same treatment."

I look over and am horrified to see that Joey has pulled her pantyhose down just enough to put his cock against my wife's pussy and he is bent over her pushing it in. Kerry begins to scream. 

"Shut up cunt or I use the knife" Joey grunts as he pushes his hard penis deep into my wife. 

Frank has hold of my penis, which he has freed, from the front of my hose and panties; he is squeezing it. I must be a sick pervert; even though I am horrified at the spectacle of a stranger raping my wife, my cock gets harder. 

Then a knife appears in front of my eyes, "You know what this is good for," Frank laughs, "this". And with a flick, the knife is at my arse, cutting through the gusset of my pantyhose. 

He pulls my panties to one side and then to my terror, I feel the head of his hard cock against the entrance to my arse. 

"Hey watch me pop this cherry!" Frank calls across the room to Joey. 

With that he thrusts, I feel my back passage ripped apart as he enters me. I squeal with pain as his throbbing hard prick fills me and I feel the worst pain I have ever felt. 

"Shut up bitch" Frank pants and commences thrusting in and out of me. 

Again he and Joey get in rhythm, as Joey thrusts into my wife, Frank thrusts into me. 

I quickly realise that trying to squeeze Frank's cock out of my arse is only hurting me more and giving him more pleasure. He is panting and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I can imagine Kerry feeling Joey's breath on her neck as he fuck's her in the same wild beat as both rapists fuck us in unison. 

As I force myself to relax the muscles in my arse, a strange thing happens, as Frank's hard pulsating cock-head rubs against my prostate, I feel the first warm tingle of pleasure. I start to get into the same motion as Frank, pushing back on him as he thrusts, pulling back away when he pulls back on his backstroke. 

"Hey Joey, this bitch has finally got the idea" he pants. 

"The same with the cunt wife" Joey pants back. 

I look across and see my wife is in rhythm with her rapist, she's panting too, and amazingly, even though she has the pantyhose covering her head, I can see she has a look of concentration oh her face. Not a look of shame or pain, but the same look she gets when I am fucking her and she is working to her own orgasm. The fucking bitch is starting to enjoy it!

Joey pulls his cock out of her and I actually hear her moan of disappointment. But Joey isn't out of her for long; he flips her on her back, pushes the gusset of her sheer pantyhose aside and slides into her. 

I can't fucking believe it; Kerry raises her legs and wraps them around Joey's back and begins to fuck him in abandon. My slut wife is enjoying being raped! The bitch is fucking and moaning like a whore, bucking up and down in time with her rapist's hard cock as it pounds in and out of her. 

I should have guessed what would happen next. Frank pulls his cock out of my stretched arse with an audible 'plop'. He flips me over on my back, puts my high heeled, nylon encased legs over his shoulder so my arse sits up high off the bed, and forces his thick turgid penis back into my arse. And it feels wonderful! 

I join my wife in the ecstasy of rape, and begin to fuck Frank in earnest. I raise my arse to meet his thrusts, and push the muscles of my love tunnel together when his engorged head rubs on my prostate. 

There is no more talk, just the panting of two couples working towards orgasm. I feel Frank speed up his thrusting and his cock growing even thicker as he approaches his climax. I glace across and see Joey fucking my wife with quick deep thrusts and see her lunge against him in a concert of rape. 

They are both close to coming too. The sight of my wife being raped, and her obvious pleasure is too much and sends me over the top, at Frank's next lunge deep into me, I come. An earth shattering orgasm that starts deep in my arse, then travels to my cock, and forces my balls to produce the sea of sperm that erupts out of cock and soaks my panties and nylons. Frank grunts at the same time and I feel a flood of come fill my arse, increasing the ultimate pleasure of my orgasm.

Joey shrieks across the room as he achieves his own climax, and I see my wife pull herself against him, shuddering as she comes. She has her pantyhose covered head buried in his neck and is sobbing as she grips him with her shiny, sheer nylon legs.

The two rapists, Frank and Joey, almost in unison push away from us. 

Joey wipes his come-covered cock on my wife's thigh as Frank does the same to me. We have identical trails of semen glistening on our nylons. 

The rapist-robbers silently dress as I lay on the bed panting and Kerry lies on the couch doing the same. 

My wife and I cannot look at each other; we both feel disgust at our animal reactions in enjoying our own rapes and the rape of each other. 

Frank follows Joey to the door, pauses, turns around, and says; "Thanks for the loot and thanks for the fuck – pleasure doing business with you girls!" and follows his partner out the door and into the night.



Robbed Her, Rocked Her



A while ago I posted a thread on the message board about a writing exercise I had back in school. BedtimeStories provided the following list of words which I tried to use once each.

Passion Double Whimsical Belt Luster

Shiver Button Grab Poke Tease

Gossamer Sensation Red Long Climax

* * *

It was supposed to be a quick smash and grab job. I had been casing the jeweler for two weeks and knew their routine down to the minute. Mr. Flint always comes on the 8:45 subway and enters the shop by 8:50 am. For the next ten minutes he busies himself disarming the security system, turning on the lights and getting the display cases ready for the day. At 9 am sharp he unlocks the door.

It's business as usual until about noon when Mrs. Flint arrives and covers the shop for forty-five minutes while he goes to the corner deli and gets a pastrami and provolone on rye. He eats the sandwich while playing checkers with some guy named Morty. In two weeks I still haven't seen him win a game.

Anyway, I planned the job for when the Mrs. was covering the store. Mr. Flint might be an old codger, but judging by his limp, the scar on his cheek and his general attitude I had a hunch he was a vet, maybe even from WW II. An old partner of mine told me to watch for those VFW types, since nothing spoils the mood on a job faster than some shop owner pulling out a decades old piece of souvenir hand artillery.

I waited around the corner for Mr. Flint to get his lunch. While Mr. Flint was punctuality itself, Mrs. Flint was often up to ten minutes late. So I waited a little longer. Ten past and still no sign of him. With jobs like this timing isn't so critical, but if he didn't round the corner soon then I'd know something was up. I was contemplating another week of watching the shop when I heard the whistling. Good old Mr. Flint and his whimsical little tune, and it was only twelve past. Any guy who can whistle that well is alright in my book. I hope he's insured.

I grabbed my duffle bag and headed toward the store. I ducked into the abandoned entry way in the shop next to my mark long enough to pull on my mask. I took two deep breaths and quickly went in through the store's front door.

This is where everything went crossways. Instead of a doddering old women behind the counter there was a ravishing young woman, a beauty that quickly became etched in my memory. She wore no makeup except for the flush of youth, a flush that was quickly turning pale as she realized the situation she was it. She had flinty gray eyes, and long black hair that hung neatly over her right shoulder. She had a crimson sundress on, somewhat loose but cinched snugly around her trim waist by a two inch wide ribbon. This vision of youthful femininty froze me in my tracks.

I heard my mentor's voice in my head, "You gotta keep moving. Things might turn south, but you have to think while your moving." I always tried to listen to the voice, so I was quickly running toward her and vaulting over the case. I had my hand over her mouth before she could get over her shock at seeing a masked man in the shop. Soon I had her pinned on the ground beneath me, my knees weighing down her arms while one hand covered her mouth.

"Make a sound, and it'll go bad for you," I said in the gruffest voice I could. I reached into my bag and pulled out the gag. It was one of those rubber ball gags you can get at any adult novelty store. I quickly slipped it over her head, and pulled it tight. The black straps and the bright red of the ball gag, seemed perfectly matched to this young slip of a woman. But even as that thought raced through my mind, or rather my crotch, I knew I had to keep moving.

The plan then called for using the cable ties in my bag to tie up the old broad, but I hated the thought of marking this vision of a woman. On a quick impulse, I undid the belt around her waist and yanked it off of her. I saw a brief flash of outrage in her eyes before I rolled her onto her stomach.

"Now put your hands behind you. Quick!" I said.

She quickly complied, moving her hands behind her. As close as I was standing this meant her hands grazed my thighs and my groin. I felt a flare of excitement run through me with the accidental contact. As quickly as I could I tied her hands behind her back. A couple of times during this process her hands again accidentally rubbed against my crotch. Too many more accidents like that and there would be DNA evidence all over my pants.

"Don't even think about moving," I said as I left her lying face down on the floor.

I pulled the bat from my bag and started smashing the tops of the cases. I quickly pulled out the fanciest pieces I could find. In my haste, I dropped one onto the floor. In a job like this you normally leave pieces you drop for the sake of time. But this was the necklace that had convinced me to rob the joint. It was a relatively plain gold necklace but it had a very elegant pendant that was polished to have the most beautiful luster.

I ducked down to grab the necklace and noticed a button lying on the floor next to it. I could see a few red strands threaded through the holes. I looked over at the prone girl and saw her gray eyes glaring at me defiantly. I glanced down her body and could see a patch of pale skin peaking through a hole in the back of the dress. I must have torn it when I ripped off her belt. I grabbed the necklace and my threaded souvenir and put them in my bag.

Damn! This was taking too long. I had to run before I even grabbed half of my loot. If only the old dame was working. I gave one final look at the girl and ran for the door. This time I followed the plan to the letter and my escape worked out just right.

If that was how it ended, I wouldn't be in this mess.

* * * 

That night I went to my favorite little pub and sat at the bar having some brews with the guys. We were debating the merits of the home teams draft picks when a gaggle of giggling girls walked in. This was clearly not their first pit stop of the night.

I looked them over and my breath was taken away for the second time that day. There she was, the girl from the jewelry store. She was swaying on her feet and her cheeks were flushed. She was wearing a pink dress that was so gossamer that it looked to be made of cotton candy. It was pretty obvious the girls were celebrating something, and they quickly announced that Ophelia, the girl from the store, just turned 21.

I moved down the bar to where the dart boards were so I could be closer to the group of ladies. I knew I was asking for trouble moving closer, but I was smitten. I heard Ophelia speaking as I walked past, "...came into the store, and before I knew it he was behind me. I felt a shiver run down my spine when he ripped my dress, but it was only to remove my ribbon. He made me put my hands behind my back and I accidentally touched his crotch."

The girls all erupted in gasps. The gasps quickly turned to giggles as they were begging Ophelia to continue. From the way some of them were behaving, it seemed they were hoping for a rape scene, not just a robbery. From the way Ophelia talked, I almost thought she hoped so too.

"While he was tying my hands," she said before a long pause. "I felt his crotch again! Actually twice, and he seemed to be getting excited. The third time I did it on purpose!"

More gasps, more giggles and at least two girls exclaimed, "You tease!"

"I am not! Part of me almost wanted him to do something. Haven't you ever wanted a man just to take you? Being tied up is an incredibly liberating sensation!" Now it was Ophelia who broke out in giggles.

I stayed close enough to hear that it was her grand parent's jewelry store. Her grandmother apparently caught a cold and Ophelia volunteered to cover for her. Probably why the old man was late to lunch I thought as I went back toward my usual seat. I needed to sit too, because the tenting in my jeans was becoming obvious from hearing her side of the story.

For the next hour I tried my best not to stare at young Ophelia. Her laughter carried to my end of the bar and stirred desires deep inside of me. I repeatedly caught myself glancing down the bar to catch a glimpse of her. While taking a particularly long glance, alright I was staring, I saw her get up and excuse herself from her friends. I quickly looked back in my beer as she walked behind me toward the lavatories.

A couple of minutes later I caught a glimpse of pink from the corner of my eye. I endeavored to remain facing forward, but was foiled by Ophelia's slurred voice saying, "I've seen you staring at me."

I tried to suppress my shudder as I turned to face her. Before I could think of anything clever to say, the beer in me started speaking, "I couldn't help it, your story about being tied up excited me."

She leaned in close as if she was going to whisper something to me, "I was pretty excited myself. I've always loved being tied up, but this time it was so much more real. I'm still excited just thinking about it! Feel!"

She grabbed my hand and pushed it under the hem of her dress. My hand went up her smooth thighs and before I even got to her crotch I could feel her heat. I could also feel some moisture on her thigh. I moved my hand a little higher and the knuckle of my thumb was soon rubbing against her bare sex. No panties and no hair, just hot, soft and very wet flesh. I could feel her opening to my touch and slid my thumb inside her while my fingers cupped her thigh. I pumped into her a few times. I watched her face as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She started sinking as if her legs were giving out. I pushed up with my hand to try to hold her up, only succeeding in plunging my thumb deep inside of her.

I pulled her close with my other arm and whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here."

* * *

We were soon standing outside my apartment. Ophelia was rubbing against me like a cat in heat. I fumbled with the keys while kissing her, first on the mouth, then on the neck. When I finally got the lock to turn we fell into the apartment in a heap. We continued kissing and rubbing against each other as I used one foot to kick the door closed. I soon had her dress up around her waist and my hand rubbing her sex. All hope of technique was lost in the passion of the moment.

While I was pillaging her sex with my hand, she was ripping open my jeans. She snaked a hand in before she even had the fly down and wrapped her fingers around my swollen cock. She pumped it repeatedly while she was trying to kiss me. The kisses were more slobber now than kiss, but neither of us cared anymore.

"Where's you bed," she practically moaned. "I want you to tie me down and rape me!"

I almost climaxed right then only being saved by the awkwardness of having her pumping me while inside my pants. I started pushing her across the wood floors toward the bed in the next room. She started pretending to struggle and I pretended to drag her. On the way toward the bedroom we both worked at getting her out of her pink dress.

She was now fully nude and I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. I climbed on top of her and straddled her waist. She punched at me futilely making her firm breasts jiggle. If I didn't get control of her soon, I wouldn't get to screw this hot young thing.

I pulled the belt through the loops of my jeans and threaded the end back through the buckle. I grabbed her first wrist and placed it in the loop. Eventually I managed to get her second wrist in the loop and pulled it tight. I quickly lashed the remained length of the belt to the center of the headboard. At least now she wasn't trying to punch me.

I reached behind me and plunged a couple of fingers deep into her. She was amazingly wet and was clamping down on my fingers as I violated her. "You really like being tied up, don't you!"

"I love it you beast! Now are you going to fuck me, or just poke me with your fingers. You're probably as limp as that coward in the store. Tying up a woman and not having the balls to fuck!"

"You have a filthy mouth. No wonder he gagged you!" I said as I reached into the nightstand. I pulled out a gag that was very similar to the one I had used earlier. I wish I had paid more attention to her while I was doing it. She was really thrashing now, cursing and giving me the evil eye.

I soon had the gag in place and got off of her long enough to take off my clothes. Her arms were pulling at the belt and she was thrashing her pale slim legs. I stood admiring her now sweaty body as she lay panting. It is hard to get enough air to thrash when you have a gag in your mouth.

I climbed back onto the bed, pinning her ankles we my hands. I looked down at her bare sex and saw how inflamed it appeared. Her lips were glistening and distended and an angry pink color. No matter how tasty she looked, I couldn't wait to plunge my cock into her.

I moved my hands up her smooth legs and pinned her legs by the thighs. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her soaking sex. I looked down at her face, seeing again the defiant look in those gray eyes. I watched as that look turned to pleasure as I plunged all the way into her in one brutal thrust. A second thrust and I could feel her body quivering in a climax.

Normally, I go slowly at this point in case the woman is too sensitive. But now I was driven by a tremendous need and was thrusting into her as hard as I could. My hips plunged against her and I bent down to grab one of her nipples in my teeth. I continued thrusting into her and licking and biting her nipple. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and I lifted my head to look into her eyes again. There was drool on her face from around the gag, but her eyes were locked onto mine. I couldn't tell what was going on in her mind, only that I needed to cum. I thrust as deep into her as I could and started cumming. My fingers were digging into her flesh as I shot again and again.

I lay on top of her shaking with my orgasm. I pulled out of her and looked down at the cum leaking out of her. I looked up her slim glistening body. The heaving of her chest was lessening even as the red flush of orgasm started fading. I moved up slowly and removed the gag. She worked her jaw for a moment, but didn't say anything. I then untied her arms and rolled over to lay next to her.

She clapped her hands over her crotch and got up, apparently looking for the bathroom. I pointed to the right door and she took off. A few moments later I heard the toilet flushing, and then the water in the sink running. I lay back on the pillows relaxing after the most intense sexual experience of my life. I was asleep before she was out of the bathroom.

* * *

I woke up sometime later with a terrible hangover. A terrible hangover which was compounded by the fact that I was tied to the bed with the ball gag in my mouth. I looked around and saw Ophelia looked down at me.

"You really aren't that bright are you? You see a pretty face and your brains go south. I never said that the robber gagged me, that was the part I didn't like. I love sucking on cocks almost as much as being tied up, so I don't go for the gags. If that had been the only stupid thing you had done, I wouldn't have known for sure. But no, you had to double your stupidity by taking a souvenir." I saw her flip something toward me and I felt it land on my chest.

"I called the cops, and they should be here shortly. I am sure they will find the jewels around here someplace, you are obviously too stupid to have dumped them already. Then they'll send you to jail for a very long time. But you were such a good screw, that I'm not going to say you raped me." She said that last while walking toward the door of my apartment. "Bye-bye" she said waving from the open doorway.

I looked down and saw a small round disk with red threads running through it. I'd left it lying on the sink in the bathroom.. I was still staring at the little piece of evidence when the cops strolled in.



Robbed Pleasure



"Get tha fuck out of the way," I demanded! 

I was driving home from my nine hour work day at the firm. Spain can be so cruel to horny, American, business women. I haven't had sex in four months. Scratch that, six months. I needed to get home so that I could watch tennis. I got out of my car once I arrived at my newly decorated apartment. There was one letter in the mailbox. I watched the letter with the word "single" plastered on the front fall into the trashcan. 

"Don't scream. Don't run nor turn around," he stated. 

The gun was pressed against my back. What a fucking break! I'm getting robbed, raped or both. With my recent sex strike, I don't know which one that I would prefer. He tied my hands so tight together. He also blindfolded me. He guided me over to the wall (I think). I heard footsteps and a "thump". He grabbed my hands and guided me towards something that moved against the back of my legs. Oh, a chair. 

My chest was rising up and down, up... and down. Once I sat down, he tied my legs to the legs of the chair. Now, my legs were "open to the public". Oh, I was fucking helpless. I just decorated my damn apartment, and there was a possibility that I might get robbed.

"Hello, black mamacita. You probably think that this is a robbery or worse a raping. I have almost everything that I want in my life. I don't need anything in your apartment. I don't want to harm or rob you. I want to pleasure you," he whispered.

"Bullshit! What tha hell do you think you're doing? You break into people's homes and you... no scratch that you break into helpless female homes and you rob or rape them," I stated.

Silence filled the room.

"What do you mean by "pleasure,"" I asked?

"I've noticed you for several weeks. You seem dedicated to your job. You need me to pleasure you like never before. I'm going to kiss your plump medium dark lips. They need tending to," he murmured. 

Hell, my lips are not plants. I could feel his breath on my lips as he rubbed his finger against my lips. He gently kissed my lips. I moved my head, but he caught my bobble head and he kissed my lips again so passionately. I suddenly moved my lips with his. I've been kissed like that before. It's been a while, but I've been kissed like that. Laughing, he said...

"I knew that you needed to be kissed. Next, I'm going to suck and kiss your mole speckled neck. Then, I will take off your traditional white business shirt to reveal your rose red bra. I will roughly suck on your breasts, kiss your stomach, rip off your skirt, and eat your delicious pussy. And... there is nothing that you can do about it," he proclaimed.

"No, please. I can't let you do this to me. You can have everything in my apartment. Please don't do this to me. I have a...husband. I kissed you, and I have a husband. I broke vows," I declared.

Rip! There goes my twenty dollar business shirt. As promised, he began to suck on my neck. He gently kissed my neck as he heard my moan. My face said, "You bastard", but my body and mind said, "Don't -- you -- stop". Since my shirt was already destroyed, he went straight for my bra. First, he sniffed it. I knew that he was overwhelmed by the new perfume that I bought two weeks ago. Then, he cut my bra with a knife! I didn't know that he had a knife. Now, I'm more scared than turned on. He pushed my bra down my arms. 

"Why are you breathing so hard? I said that I want to pleasure you, not harm you. That's what I'll do," he said.

"How do I know if your pleasure is something different from my pleasure? Your definition of pleasure could mean violence. I'm afraid for my life," I growled.

He ignored me. He... (oooooh) started to suck on my right breast. He twirled my black nipple with his tongue. He sucked down hard on my left breast. Oh! Oh! My lips parted. His hand worked its way down into the opening of my skirt. He massaged my clit with his big hands. Suddenly, he dipped his finger in my hole, and I screamed. 

"I told you not to yell. I will not harm you, but if you start to yell for the wrong reasons, then I will tape your mouth. I don't want to do that because I love to hear you moan," he divulged. 

I could hear him suck on something, but it wasn't me. 

"You taste so damn good. I'm going to skip your smooth brown stomach, and just enjoy eating you out of your misery. I know that you will enjoy it. I know that you have never had your pussy eaten. How do I know? I can tell. And oh yeah, don't yell," he demanded.

He pulled off my skirt. His nose met the warmth of my clit. He sniffed my pussy, and then he licked my white panty covered pussy. Fuck! I could feel my hot juices paint my panties. He kissed my inner left thigh. He licked my inner right thigh. His saliva felt so intense on my thigh. I know this may sound crazy, but this is exactly what I needed. He continued to lick my right thigh while massaging my right breast.

"Will you please just eat me out," I growled.

"Are you serious? I can tell by your body that you love being pleasured. Tell me again," he asked.

"Will you pleeease just eat me tha fuck out," I growled.

He began to tease me after I gave him command of my body. He sniffed my clit once again. He began to suck on my pussy lips through my panties. All of my blood rushed to my hole. I knew that he could taste me through my panties. They were soaking wet with cum. He pulled my underwear off, and then he ever so gently bit my pussy lips with his teeth. Once that happened, instant cum dripped into his mouth. 

Now, why did that have to happen? Out of nowhere, he ferociously slurped my cum up with his tongue and lips. He began to lift up my left leg. I could feel my leg scar against the leg chair. Why did I ever hate this? All it took was a sexy voiced mystery man to change my mind about pussy eating. 

"Hey, would you untie my hands so that I could rub my hands through your hair as you continue to do your job," I asked.

"How did you know that I had hair," he asked.

"I felt it while you were licking my thighs," I answered.

"I will untie your hands if you will do one thing for me," he said.

"What," I asked?

"If I untie your hands, you have to promise me that you will moan loudly," he demanded.

"Yes," I said.

As promised, he untied my hands. Still blindfolded, I started to move my hands around, searching for something. He grabbed my left hand, and then he kissed it. He moved my hand over his face. My fingers grazed his lips. He started to suck on my wedding finger. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I sighed. 

I grabbed his shirt so that I would know when he would move. Without hesitation, he continued to lick my pussy maze with his tongue. Up, down, diagonal, zig zag, and left right. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. I directed his head to where I wanted him to lick me. 

"Ooooooooooooooooooo Ooooooooooooooooh! Yes! MmmmmmHaaMmmmmm," I moaned!

He started to suck on my right pussy lip. By accident, I bit my lower lip. This feeling was indescribable. He would suck harder then slow down and then he would repeat. Cum oozes out of my hole once again, and he wasted no time. He licked, sucked and slurped my piping hot juices. I could tell that my moaning episodes entertained him. During one of my moaning sessions, I accidentally scratched him on the back of his neck. That made him even more aroused. He satisfied my clit many times over. I came over and over again. I started to sweat profusely. 

"I have to go. Thank you. You have completed me. I glad that you were satisfied. I'm going to untie you, mamacita. Please, for your sake, don't take your blindfold off until I leave. I wish that I could...," he said.

He licked my legs as he untied my legs from the chair. He kissed my hand. I could hear his footsteps move away from me.

"I wish that I could what," I asked?

I knew that he was gone. I pulled my blindfold off my head. My apartment was intact. I looked outside and of course he was nowhere to be found. I knew in my heart that I would not see him again. Just like in a thousand movies.

The next night, my handsome Spanish husband came home from business. Oh, I missed him. I wanted him to eat my warm clit like my mystery stranger. But, I wondered if he would think of me differently if I requested this. I was asleep until I felt his touch on my body.

"Baby, I'm home. I missed you so," he said.

"Ha! Mmmm, hey Papi. I though that you would be home next week?" I asked.

"The project was completed on time. Mr. Jose was extremely satisfied with our project, and he said that we could return home to our families. I'm so tired. I'm going to fall asleep next to you, and I will take a shower in the morning," he said.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I stated. 

He wrapped his arms around my body and fell asleep.

I woke up early the next morning to cook breakfast. My husband was taking a shower. As I was cutting oranges into halves, "the mystery stranger cutting my bra" moment swept into my mind. I caught a sweat flash. My husband walked into the kitchen. He grabbed me from behind, and he kissed me so passionately. Whenever we were in the mood for fucking, we would raise our eyebrows at each other. This was no exception.

I turned off the eggs. He picked me up into his arms, and somehow I ended up on the kitchen counter. He removed my robe which revealed my birthday suit. He stared at my sweaty body. As usual, he kissed my neck, and then he sucked on my left breast. He always loved my left breast. I could care less which one he was sucking on. I just didn't want him to stop. I removed his robe to reveal his chiseled body. How lucky am I?

I kissed and licked his chest so animal -- like! He smelled so good. Unlike any other man.

"Baby, don't take too long. I'm ready to make love," he demanded.

I stopped kissing his chest, and I looked into his dark eyes. His "pussy pounding" technique was always the best. He pushed his big "flashlight" into my dark "rabbit hole", and suddenly, I was in heaven. This episode was one of the hottest. He pounded my tight hole with serious force. 

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Baby, baby, baby! Ahh fuck! My spot! My sweet spot," I declared.

During sex, I would always massage my hands through his hair and work my way down to his back. As I was massaging his head and screaming at the same time, I saw something on his neck. I saw a red scratch on the back of his neck. The scratch was jumping up and down as I was looking at his neck. A distinct red scratch... And then I remembered. I, on purpose, scratched the back of the mystery stranger's neck. I never saw the scratch, but it's kinda one of those "I know it when I see it" moments. And I knew it once I saw it.

The mystery stranger was my husband!? 

I cannot believe that he would do such a conniving, inconsiderate, and sexual event like that! He knows when I come home from work. I never would have guessed... But, I know one thing; he always wanted to eat my pussy. Always. I was against pussy eating.

That was creative of him. Now, I wonder what is going through his mind at this very moment while he is pounding my pussy into an eruption of cum. And once again, I loudly came...



Robber Tames Cop in his Continental



And his wife and son

I breathed on my new chromed nametag and polished it on my sleeve. I had been promoted: Sergeant Lincoln Lovel. I attached it to my blue uniform shirt, checked myself out one more time in the mirror, and walked outside to the police car in my driveway. Life is good. My utility belt gleamed, newly polished; my buttons all glittered; even my service pistol shone like it was gold-plated. And I had sergeant's stripes on my sleeves!

My wife Cheryl waved to me from the house. My son Jan grinned at me as he walked over to his own car, a babe-mobile yellow Corvette. It was finals week; he was about to graduate from college.

I backed the police cruiser out into the street, carefully avoiding my personal pride and joy, a shiny red creampuff, the famous '87 Lincoln Continental four-door convertible. I loved that car, a big, shiny, movie-star cruiser with a virgin-white top. It was the only four-door convertible produced since the '30s, unique in every way. My buddies thought opening both doors on a side--the front opening to the left, the back suicide-door opening to the right--looked like the automotive version of a big cunt: red, flaring, and open. 

That car and I went way back; it was my pride and joy. For a long time my son thought the Lincoln Continental was named after me. As a college student, my wife lost her cherry to me in that car. A few years later, as best I can figure, my son Jan was conceived in that car one horny night at a drive-in movie. And something else: that car held my biggest, most closely guarded secret. 

In the trunk of the Lincoln was a red tackle box with a bulletproof padlock. Inside it was a secret so terrible that its discovery would destroy my whole life. 





Robber Tames Cop in his Continental



"You really like this big cock, don't you cop-boy?"

"You know I do, you bastard. Don't make me keep sucking you. When are you going to fuck me like you know I want?" I couldn't believe my own ears. I was in another world. But as long as it lasts, I'm going to enjoy it. Only two things can happen: they kill us, or we are rescued. Until then, I'm helpless. I can do nothing but enjoy all these big black cocks. They never did anything sexual if the other hostages were around, so it was our little secret--actually my five big, black, cum-spurting secrets. 

On the fourth day, a SWAT team broke into the warehouse where they kept us. The perps were arrested and trucked off to jail. The other hostages and I were taken to the hospital for check-ups. My blood ran cold as I rode along in the ambulance. What if they can tell, somehow, that I've been fucked at least a dozen times a day since I got here? What if they detect sperm in my asshole? Oh, shit, what if they take my temperature, and the thermometer comes out of my mouth dripping jism?

When we arrived at the hospital, I began the "I'm okay, I'm okay, don't need any medication, no check-up. No pains whatsoever. They did nothing to me. They fed us well enough. I'm in perfect health, take care of these civilians."

It worked. The hospital let me go, and my wife and son met me with hugs and kisses. Cheryl was so glad to see me she was crying. Jan gave me a big hug, and in an eerie way I noted what a strapping young man he was. Handsome. Well built. Attractive. He would be a lady-killer in college. He was actually more like his mother: sensitive, careful, and thoughtful. But he was built like me: hard and masculine.

That I even noticed that worried me. How much have I been fucked up mentally?

The police department gave me a week's vacation, so I spent a few days at home lounging around. And life was back to normal.

Not.

I was restless. Couldn't relax. Cheryl had always been a horny babe--we had sex all the time. It was almost a game between us to get in a quick fuck when Jan was outside with his friends, in the garage with his car. Nearly every time he took a shower, I laid his mother on the kitchen counter. 

Back home from the kidnapping, I had sex with Cheryl a few times, and I performed okay--but the orgasm was "okay"--just okay. Not the earth-shakers I'd gotten used to. My asshole ached. It itched. It needed the stretching exercises again.

Desperate, I searched the internet for dildos--would've gone to the local porn shop to buy one, but I couldn't afford to be seen buying such a thing. While searching the sex-toy sites, something hit me between the eyes: a do-it-yourself dildo kit that created a rubber reproduction of my own (or somebody else's) cock.

That got me thinking. I sent off for the kit, ordered rapid shipping, and spent two days on pins and needles, pacing back and forth, watching the mailbox. When the package finally arrived, I hopped in the Lincoln, drove outside of town, and opened it. The kit was a long, wide tube I was to fill with a soft rubber mixture. My cock (or whoever's) was to be thrust into the soft rubber-mix and held there until the mixture solidified. Once the mold hardened, another rubber mixture into it would produce an exact, hard-rubber version of the real cock.

The next problem was to figure out how to get the kit to Barron for the mold. 

To my delight, it turned out that Barron made a plea-bargain, and in return for showing where they stashed the stolen money (and other confessions), he would get off easier. I broke the speed limit getting back to the station, begging the chief to let me accompany the perp on the cash recovery. I don't remember exactly what I said, some psycho-babble about "getting closure from the kidnapping incident," and the chief fell for it--I was there when they let Barron out of jail. We drove over to the warehouse neighborhood in two cars, and then I began the real psycho-bullshit. I talked to the lieutenant about "a moment with the perp" to collect more intelligence, to ask questions with the insights of being a kidnapee.

Again a miracle. They let me step into a room in the warehouse with him, a room with only one door--no chance of his escape--and the room had no windows. 

He was grinning. "Good to see you again, man. How's that man-pussy of yours? Aching for me, is it?"

I gave him a little smile, and he grinned wider. "Uncomfortable, ain't you. Feeling shy around me?" I could feel myself blushing. "That's just natural, bro. You my bitch now. You look up to me as the man." Ohmigod, he's right!

I brought out the package from a backpack, and took a deep breath. "I want you to let me make a copy of your cock." Dammit, my voice sounds weak and squeaky like a girl's!

He guffawed, slapping his thigh. "Well, I be damned, boy, you really got it bad!" I felt like shit, but what kept me standing there was that if I could just make it through this latest humiliation, I could comfort myself in privacy, reliving the greatest sexual experience of my life. 

He took the tube from me. "Sure, what the hell, man. Give me that big thing." He winked at me. "Maybe you could wet me down and fluff me up a bit before I fuck this tube of glue."

"We got to hurry, Barron." I dropped to my knees, pulled open his orange jailhouse jumpsuit, and started sucking. The smell from between his legs was powerful. Sweat and a rotten, unwashed crotch, of course, but something else: a deep, penetrating aroma. Something familiar. Barron's balls. Big, powerful dynamos. I felt myself getting weak.

His cock was so huge, I couldn't mouth the whole cockhead, but I sucked all over it. Damn, I love this. A blob of precum oozed out. Yeah! Salty. Tangy. I got nervous--a huge desire was building in me to blow him to climax.

Luckily he hardened fast. I back off, and he thrust that magnificent cock into the mold-tube. We stood there for a couple of minutes as the rubber hardened, then I pulled him back out, stashed the tube in my backpack, sucked and licked over his cock to clean him up, then banged on the door for them to let us out.

For two years, my sex life with Cheryl continued "as usual," but my truest, most final orgasms occurred in the Continental. Once parked outside of town, I fetched my Barron-copy from the heavily locked tackle box in the trunk, then lay naked in the back seat, my legs raised up high, the big cock once more cramming my ass, and a fantasy about servicing the big bastard drove me to groaning, cum-shooting completion.

Then Barron got out.

One afternoon, off duty, in the driveway washing the beloved Lincoln Continental, I heard the Voice behind me. "That tight ass of yours still looking good, bro." I froze.

"Turn around and let me look at you."

I turned. Barron looked good. He'd done some weightlifting in prison. Muscular arms. Even broader shoulders. My eyes dropped to his crotch. "Yeah, you been aching for that, ain't you?"

Caught, I raised my eyes sheepishly. Damn, why does this guy always make me feel like a little kid?

He smiled. "You fretting because you feeling like a bitch, all shy and clumsy around me?" Fuck, he hit the nail on the head! "That's natural, man. You a natural ho. All you dream of is getting a big male to breed you"--

--"That's not true! You raped me." I gulped. "Okay, I liked it, but now it's over!"

He laughed. "Then why you get a big ol' rubber copy of my dick?" He moved closer. "Ain't as good as the real thing, is it?"

I was silent, burning in embarrassment.

"Was it!"

I took a deep breath. "No." My voice was tiny. A whisper.

"So where can we go so I can get me some more of that good cop ass?" He looked beyond me at the Continental. "Well, I be damned, ain't this the scene of the crime? Why don't you just hop in the back seat of this big ol' Lincoln, and I'll show you what you been missing?"

"Not here!" I hissed.

But he was in control. God, I really am his bitch. Twenty minutes later, the Continental pulled into a grove of trees outside of town. Twenty-five minutes later, I lay writhing on the back seat, skewered again, blissfully, painfully, wonderfully stretched out around the master's staff, panting and begging him to go faster. 

He was still the chief. Every ejaculation of his inside me catapulted me into mindless ecstasy--I didn't know how he did it: maybe like long-barreled cannons have a longer range, maybe his cock blasted cum-wads straight against my prostate--all I knew was that I cummed helplessly, my balls at the mercy of his spurting cock.

Incredible. Sex with Cheryl was never half the delirious pleasure I got from submitting to Barron. "Yeah, white boy, you really my bitch, ain't you."

I looked up at him, my eyes half-closed, purring in the long, wonderful afterglow he always gave. "Yeah." I said it completely: "Yeah, I'm your bitch."

After I sucked his cock clean, we drove back to town. "I been thinking, my cop-bitch, maybe you could get me a job. I see that college got an ad out for janitors. You put in a good word for me there? Maybe you'n me get together so's I can lay you over a classroom table."

I smiled. "Yeah. I'll go check it out for you."

With some pleading from me, the college gave him a janitorial position, and I prayed that my life would settle into something I could control. I arranged to meet Barron three times a week in empty classrooms, where, just as he said, he laid me on the professors' tables. Everything seemed to "settle." Two months later, I dared to think I had the best of both worlds. 

Then Barron exploded a hand-grenade in my head. After a doggy-style session, wallowing on my back and biting my ear as he had his way with me (and making me sputter so much cum in my orgasm, I got it all over my uniform pants--Sonofabitch! I'll have to wash this out in the men's room!), the Voice purred into my ear, "You know, you horny ho, your ass be actual tighter than your son's."

I was hit in the head with a baseball bat! Could hardly breathe. Barron pulled out and rocked back onto his knees. I rolled over and looked up at him. "Jan? You got Jan?"

"Hot young meat. Came up behind me when I was mopping floors and asked me if I wasn't the guy who kidnapped his old man." He smiled, and his cock actually lurched at the thought. "Once I knowed who his old man was, I turn on the ol' charm." His cock began to harden and rise as he spoke. "The acorn don't fall far from the tree, man. Next thing I know, your boy be riding on my dick like he trying out for a bucking bronco contest."

I don't remember much of what else he said. The ceiling had just fallen in on me. Barron pulled his pants up and left the room. I lay there, a cop in uniform lying in a pool of his own jism, wondering how, oh how was I ever going to put Humpty-Dumpty back together again.

Dinnertime at home that night was a nightmare. It all came from my head--I was the only one in the room who knew "everything," but still I sat eating like I was under water. I could see people, but I couldn't hear anything. I could speak, but only nonsense came out. Even the chairs at the table, chrome-tube frames with white plastic seats and backrests, reminded me horribly of the white leather back seat of the Continental. Cheryl looked over at me. "Are you okay, Lincoln? You look a little sick. You feeling all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

She gave me that Look. "Maybe," she said from lowered eyelashes, "you need a little"--slight pause--"exercise."

I looked up. "Yeah. Maybe you're right." Anything to get my mind off my son Jan spreading his legs under the rutting 12-inch cock of Barron.

After dinner, we moved into the living room to watch TV. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. Jan answered it. A moment later he came back into the living room. His face was white. I looked beyond him.

Ohmigod! It was Barron.

"Good evening, folks. I be thinking I come over and get acquainted." Cheryl suddenly recognized him and gasped. Barron spoke quickly, "Ma'am, your husband he kind enough to get me a good job over at the university"--he looked over at Jan--"and your boy he good enough to show the ropes." He smiled broadly. "I come over to thank y'all."

I stood up. "Just a minute, this isn't the pla--"

--But I was too late. Barron had pulled open his fly, and out flopped that gigantic cock. Somehow, in the inner sanctum of my own home, it looked even more garish, evil, and mega-, maximum erotic! It had never looked so incredibly powerful and seductive. 

I knew my lines--You're under arrest for indecent exposure--but I stood there frozen like a mouse staring into the eye of a cobra. I glanced over at Jan. He, too, stared at Barron's weapon. He, too, glanced occasionally at me, his mouth open in astonishment.

I looked at Cheryl. Like a doe backed into a corner, staring at the lion.

Then I heard the Voice. Powerful. Loud. Commanding. "Get over here, cop-bitch, and wet this down. We got things to do here tonight!"

My throat was dry as sandpaper. "No," I squeaked. "You can't--"

--"Get over here!!"

My goddamned legs were not my own! I swear to god I did not walk over there, but somehow my legs moved one before the other, and I found myself in front of Barron, staring down at the thing that controlled my life. My knees collapsed under me, and I was face-to-eye with it.

"SUCK IT!"

Nobody could give him a blowjob, of course, but as usual I licked and sucked all over it. After a minute I bumped heads with Jan. He had stripped his clothes off and knelt naked next to me, licking up and down the other side of Barron's huge dong.

He did me first. Pushed me onto my hands and knees and rammed his throbbing dong up my eager asshole--while I was forced to look across the room into Cheryl's stunned face. Her eyes grew even wider, and I understood why--Jan's mouth swallowed my cock as he lay under me, blowing his own father.

The Voice had further orders. "You been watching, all passive, long enough, honey. Come on over here and let me show you what you be missing."

I figured Cheryl would jump up, run to the phone and dial 911, but to my astonishment, she stood up, unbuttoned her blouse, and dropped it to the floor. Her bra followed. Then her pants. Then her panties.

Barron pulled his cock out of my ass--I cursed myself for wishing it back in me--and he reduced me even further: "Suck my cock clean, boy. Can't fuck your wife's clean pussy with something's come out of your ass." And under the eyes of my wife and son, I sucked my own ass-juices from the cock of the man about to turn me into a cuckold.

And that he did. Cheryl was apparently in a spell of rage at me, dismay at Jan, and fascination with what I knew was the biggest penis she'd ever seen. With the shortest foreplay I ever saw (I always had to go through all the steps), Barron lay back on the couch while my wife impaled herself on him, screaming in pain and passion.

She ended up purring, kissing his mouth while he squeezed her titties viciously. Her pussy stretched out like a sewer pipe as she leaped, bounced, and wriggled on him. She couldn't hold onto the kiss, but he gripped each tit until he finally let out a loud growl. He was cumming in her, and just like me, she went into an orgasm from the high-pressure blasts of his sperm. Holding still but trembling, out of control, Cheryl's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, high-pitched scream. When she finally fell back, white Barron-jism drooled from her spread-open snatch. 

Jan gaped. So did I.

So began a life of nonstop sex. We were Barron's harem.

On Jan's birthday, Barron lay on his back, my panting body stretched out full-length over him, his cock plugged into my ass. "Like this, do you, cop-bitch?"

I murmured a purring sound, nibbling at his jaw.

"Jan boy, c'mere!"

He instructed my son to mount me from behind, and although my ass was already "occupied," he ordered Jan to cram himself in there, too! A new horror. Is there no end to the humiliations?

I thought my days of searing pain were over--I had stretched permanently to accommodate the chief, but with both my men up my ass, I was back in the World of Pain. But I was a slut to the bone: I liked the pain. It was like gasoline on the fire of my orgasm. As Jan rammed his collegiate pride up me, he drove me into my specialty, a climax started from action in my ass. I was a hands-off, cum-spurting police officer spewing my jism all over the parolee's belly, out of my fucking mind with pleasure that both men were trying to impregnate me.





Robbers Punished



It's dark, about 11pm. We're moving as quietly as possible towards a semi-open window. My partner in crime (literally) is Jimmy, a 5' 1" pain in the ass who's only with me as he's small enough to slide through the window.

Jimmy goes in through the window and moves carefully through the darkened room looking for any alarms. He sweeps the place and moves quietly over to open the front door. He squirts oil onto the locks and slides the bolts back silently. I enter and we start to identify the high price items. I'd been casing the place for a couple of weeks and seen some really nice pieces (of furniture, art and ass) going in through the front door.

I shine the torch onto a photo in a silver frame, a sexy sassy 30+ woman smiles out at me. I reach my hand towards it and the lights flick on.

A sultry voice booms behind me "Put your hands up mother fuckers. I've got you covered and if you do anything other than what I tell you I'll shoot you." Jimmy starts to snivel, what a wanker! I glance out of the corner of my eye and there's definitely something in your hand.

You move behind us and say "Put your hands behind your back" and poke me hard with something cylindrical. I go with the flow and put my hands back and you clamp a pair of handcuffs on. Strange, how many people have handcuffs at home? 

You also clamp a pair on Jimmy who's whining and saying "Please let me go, I didn't want to he made me do it." I tell him to shut the fuck up and you poke me hard in the kidney.

You tell us to turn around and I'm shocked. You're the woman in the picture and what a hot ass woman you are and to top it off you're in a fairly sheer shorty nighty and waving a vibrator in your hand. "You two must be the worst burglars ever. I've been watching you on CCTV and I've got the whole thing taped. I'm going to call the cops."

Jimmy bursts into tears. "Please no, we'll do anything you ask." 

You seem to waiver and turn to me and say "What about you." I grudgingly agree.

"Well, my friend didn't come over so I'm going to have some fun. Come over here."

We follow you and stand still. You put blindfolds on us and I hear cutting and ripping and then I feel you cutting my clothes off. I complain and then feel a knife against my throat so shut up. I'm naked and feeling hugely vulnerable and exposed. Surprise!

I feel the tip of the knife grazing down my body and I stand very, very still as the tip lifts my cock up and seems to be weighing it. I start to stiffen and you slap it and I flinch.

"Kneel down!" I do and feel your toes pushing against my lips. I have to open them and it's clear you want me to suck on them, so I suck and nibble and draw my tongue slowly up the instep. I hear a whack and Jimmy whimpers. "Do it better you waste of space or Mistress Arlene will make you regret it." I'm obviously doing ok and then I get a whack on my ass with a belt and you say "Keep going and don't get smug" so I keep servicing your toes.

"You", you poke me with your toes hard in my chest. "Stand up." It's difficult to get up but I manage by pushing my head against your knee to steady myself and my blindfold moves a bit. I can see that you've got her legs open and that you are face fucking Jimmy with your toes.

You pull me closer and put my head on your breasts. I start to suck and you grab my balls roughly and say "I didn't give u permission to do that." It's a bit rough but I love having my balls squeezed and so my cock hardens immediately. I'm half expecting another slap but it doesn't come. "Now you can start" you tell me.

You have lovely big firm breasts and nice long nipples. They are hard so I nip first one and then the other between my lips quite hard and you sigh. I try to take as much of your breast into my mouth as possible and suck as if I was a baby trying to get a little milk. Then I try different techniques and sometimes I'm rewarded by a groan and sometime punished by a flick to the balls. My pre-cum is dripping off my cock and must be landing on you but you don't say anything.

I move up to the neck and around your ears and kiss light butterfly kisses. You don't reprimand me so I kiss your lips. This was the wrong move as "Whack!" another nasty slap on the butt so I go back to the neck and down to the breasts.

You grab my hair roughly and say "Pussy time" and push my head down. You pull my blindfold off and then Jimmy's. You pulled his head up and it's clear that you want us both to feast on your pussy. We clash to begin with, getting in each others way and the belt whistles through the air a couple of times. I notice that neither, Jimmy's nor my cock loses even half an inch when hit by the belt. 

Eventually we get into a rhythm. I concentrate on the clit and the top of the pussy opening and Jimmy focuses on the bottom part of the pussy opening and down to just before the asshole. We have to push our heads and faces together to try and get our tongues as deep into your pussy as we can and sometimes it feels like Jimmy and I are tongue kissing but in your pussy rather than our mouths. But it doesn't matter because we both want to give you pleasure.

You're clearly enjoying it bucking your hips and you cry out that you're starting to cum and "Don't stop keep going you bastards." We keep going getting to the stage that we can both wriggle our tongues into your pussy which is new to you and you love it panting and swearing and grinding your pussy into our faces.

I nudge Jimmy's head lower and he starts to push his tongue into your asshole. "Yeah that's great, lick my ass, get dirty" you pant. I manage to free my hands and I squeeze your pussy lips together which makes your clit pop out (I read that in a story and wanted to try it). You don't mention my hands being free as I can see that you're aching to have your clit sucked which I gladly do. Hard and soft then hard again. You cum noiselessly as if there are no words left. The combined stimulation in your ass and clit is almost too much for you.

It takes 5 minutes but you start to regain control.

You pick up the vibrator which turns out to be a strap-on and say "Time for a little reward guys, who wants it." 

I'm surprised when Jimmy says "Please give it to me Mistress Arlene." You undo his cuffs and get him to kneel bent over the sofa. You have lube from somewhere and grease his ass liberally and then push one and then two fingers up his ass. He's moaning already.

You don the strap on and position it against Jimmy's asshole and start to push. He cries out and this seems to inflame you and you push harder and then it's in his ass and you slow down.

I come up behind you and I can see your engorged pussy lips and beyond that the vibrator in Jimmy's ass. I've never seen anything like it and I'm desperate to cum. I part your legs and put my cock at the entrance to your pussy and slide it in real slow until it's in to the hilt. I rock backwards and forwards but then you put your hand out to stop me.

I see that you have half the vibrator up Jimmy's ass and half my cock up your pussy. You want to control everything so I stay still as you begin to rock backwards and forwards. I realise that the strap-on has a vibrating part which is against your clit and each time you thrust forward it buzzes and each time you thrust backwards you get your pussy filled with cock.

You start to rock faster and harder and Jimmy cries out and cums all over the sofa but you don't seem to see, you are only intent on your own pleasure. I sense you are about to cum again and I can't take it any more so I hold you and just fuck into you as hard and fast as I can and we cum and cum together and I pinch your nipples as hard as I can.

When we eventually subside you say "You got 60 seconds to get out or I call the cops." We grab our clothes and get out as fast as possible.



Robbery



You don't get into housebreaking because you're brave. Brave people (or "idiots" as I like to call them) go for the stick up, or the bank robbery, or the home invasion. Housebreaking is for the cautious, the calculating, the careful. The coward. Me. Sure there's a rush of adrenaline, but your reaction to that rush has to be to shrink into yourself. To become silent and invisible. To go unnoticed. That's my special skill, and along with a trustworthy fence and a healthy bit of luck, it's kept me out of prison so far.

That night, though, I was pretty sure my luck had run out. I've always worked alone, and even though that limited the things I could carry, it suited me fine. Now I had a "helper." My fence's nephew was tagging along to learn the trade, as it were, and I was convinced that this time was it. The kid was loud and nervous and disrespectful. Teaching him anything was out of the question. He had talked constantly while we checked out the neighborhood, and he had rolled his eyes and popped his gum while I explained our target. I had my eye on it all night. I watched the husband roll home at exactly 5:45, I watched the wife greet him at the door and aim a kiss at his cheek while he walked by her. I watched the lights as they ate in the dining room and then as he settled in front of the television while she cleaned up in the kitchen. Five minutes after she turned out the kitchen light I saw him go upstairs, turning on the lights in the hall, what must have been the upstairs bathroom, and the bedroom. When the flickering light from the t.v. went off, so did the bedroom light upstairs. I watched as the light in the hall and the bathroom upstairs went off and saw a smaller light in the bedroom come on, only to be extinguished almost immediately.

The lights were still on downstairs, and I was pretty sure that if there was an alarm system, no one had bothered to turn it on. None of my reasoning impressed the kid. He was bored and let me know it in no uncertain terms. We waited an hour, and when he was threatening to go without me we slipped up the walkway to the front door. The staircase and entryway were visible through a window in the door, and the upstairs was dark. I put my hand on the knob and gently turned it, and the door opened on silent hinges. I breathed a huge sigh of relief -- this might just work out yet. I hate to think what that kid would have done with a locked door. I slipped in, and did a quick circuit of the entry to confirm the layout of the downstairs. Everything was just where I had figured, and I turned to my pupil. He was gone. The door was wide open, and for a minute I thought he had split, but then I heard him in the living room, making slightly less noise than a bulldozer. I eased the door closed and followed him in. He was yanking at the CD player, not bothering to disconnect the cables, and the amplifier was ready to fall to the floor. I slipped behind him and grabbed his wrist just as he was giving it another yank.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed in his ear. I took the CD player and set it back down, reaching to the back and releasing the cables with the practiced ease of a lakeside lothario unhooking a bra. "Do you want to get caught? Because I don't, and I have no intention of going down with you!" I picked up the CD player and set it down on the coffee table. When I turned around he was facing me, glaring.

"Fuck you, old man," he spat, not even trying to keep his voice down. "I've seen the shit you come into my aunt's shop with. Always high end stuff, but never more than a grand or two. She says you're careful, but I say you're stupid. Other guys bring in more from one job than you do from three."

I really didn't need his shit, especially right now. "Fine." I told him. "Let's just get through this, and you can go out with one of those other guys. Then after they can teach you even more while you're doing 18 months with nothing better to talk about."

"I've got a better idea." The voice came from behind me, somewhere near the front door. "Why don't you guys settle this between yourselves while you're doing time?"

I turned around slowly, my hands at my sides and open. The wife was standing in the shadows of the entryway, and she had something in her hand that looked very like a large gun. I froze, not by conscious design.

The kid, on the other hand, was unimpressed. "Damn, bitch" he said, pushing past me. "Tell you what. I know somebody in the business, I'll give you fifty bucks for that peashooter, and you take yourself back to bed." He walked right up to her and reached for her hand.

She didn't bat an eye. When he was reaching for her right hand, her left caught his wrist and twisted it behind him, turning him around. She shifted her grip on the pistol and slammed the handle down behind his ear. When he sank to the carpet she held onto his wrist with her left hand, and followed him down so that she had his arm behind his back.

"Did you call me a bitch?" she grated, yanking his arm up so that he whimpered in pain. "You're MY bitch, you rotten fucked up little punk! You're my bitch, and you'll goddamn well speak when you're spoken to!" She raised the pistol again and slammed it into his skull directly over the growing red welt she had already left. He slumped in her grip, unconscious at the very least, but she didn't seem to notice. "You won't tell ME what to wear, or who to talk to," she went on, her face almost purple. "You will not talk about me to your golf buddies or discuss our personal business with some total stranger at a bar! You will NOT BY GOD IGNORE ME!!" She raised the pistol high over her head and I snapped out of my haze and stepped forward without thinking. As she started to bring the metal down with all of her strength I caught her arm and held on, whipping my other hand across her mouth to keep her from screaming. I was ready for a fight, but she took me by surprise again. Her gun came free in my hand, and the sound she made against my hand wasn't a scream, it was more like a sob. She collapsed against my arm, and I found myself cradling her. I tucked the pistol in my waistband and put both arms around her, pulling her to me with no idea what to do.

"Oh god oh god oh god, what have I done?" her head was pointed at the kid, but she didn't really seem to be focusing on him. I didn't want to sit on him too, so I picked her up and sat down with her on the sofa. She leaned against me but other than that she didn't seem to realize I was there. "Did I kill him? Is he dead? Is he bleeding? What have I done?" She rocked against me and cried, and I had no idea what to say or do. I had to get out of there, I couldn't leave the kid, I couldn't run down the street carrying him... I turned to the woman on the sofa next to me and lost it all over again. She was dressed for bed, of course. And she was beautiful. Her hair was dirty blonde, with copper highlights that didn't look contrived enough to be artificial. It was just long enough to bounce off of her shoulders, and wisps of it covered her eyes as she cried. She was wearing a satin nightgown that had come almost to her knees when she was standing. Now it bunched slightly and exposed most of her thighs. I could see a sharp line midway down her thigh separating golden tanned skin from the creamy skin above. Her breasts were full enough to press against the fabric of her nightgown, barely. The tops of her breasts and cleavage were clearly visible as the fabric wrinkled with her pressing against me.

"Bastard deserved what he got." I said, my voice hoarse. She surprised me again. She laughed.

"Oh hell yeah, he did," she said, and laughed again. She wasn't looking at me, or the kid, or at anything I could see. She laughed until it caught in her throat, and then she started crying again. Now she pressed her head into my chest and sobbed like a child.

I'm not sure how long I held her. Her crying had stopped, and her breathing had slowed and quieted so much that I wondered if she could have gone to sleep. I couldn't get past the feeling of her in my arms. I sat there on someone else's sofa with my arms around someone else's wife, and it felt good. Not right, maybe, but good. I took a deep breath and pulled back enough to get a good look at her. She was looking up at me. Her eyes were gray, as if they had been blue and her crying had bled their color away. She didn't say a word; she didn't look away. She met my eye and waited for what I would do next. I looked at her and became aware of a hunger, an emptiness inside me awakened by her smell and her fear. She must have seen the change in the muscles of my face.

"What now?" she said, "I mean, what are you going to do now?"

I had to leave. I had to get out of there, with the kid. I had to run and run and run. I stood up. She straightened herself and kept a level gaze on my eyes.

"Stand up." I told her. She did, with only the slightest tremor, standing close enough to me so that I could feel the heat of her body. Her eyes flickered away from mine for a moment; her tongue flicked over her lips, and her gaze became guarded. I glanced down and saw that her nipples showed prominently through the satin of her nightgown. I reached for her breast, but when she flinched back my hand stopped halfway between us. I looked back to her eyes and saw the confusion and fear dawning there, and my brain shut down. I reached behind me and slid the pistol from my waistband. Gripping it loosely, my finger nowhere near the trigger, I traced her nipple with the cold metal of the barrel and watched it press back against the fabric. I moved my gaze back to her face and saw a flush to her skin and a light in her eye that hadn't been there a moment ago.

I flicked her nipple harder with the barrel of the pistol. "Take this off," I grunted, fingering the sleeve of her nightgown with my left hand. She reached down without looking away from my face and gripped the hem of her nightgown, drawing it up over her head. When her hair fell free I gripped the fabric and twisted it, pinning her arms over her head. Her body was magnificent. Her bush was trimmed, not waxed, and the curly skin of her lips showed through. Her belly was flat, and her breasts were perfect. Her posture defied gravity, and her nipples stood erect, puffy and swollen. I caught one in my mouth, holding it lightly between my teeth and first circling, then flicking over the nipples with the tip of my tongue. She moaned and pressed against me, and I moved my mouth over her breast to her neck and along her jaw to her ear. "Get on your knees." I told her, and her moan took on a plaintive tone.



Robbery Victim Gets Rewarded



David's story

The peaceful afternoon of doing errands together with my wife Jenny was shattered by the sound of gunfire and broken glass. Four masked gunmen entered the small neighborhood bank where we had come to deposit our small business' daily receipts. One or both of us came to this bank everyday and nothing like this had ever happened before. 

My first instinct was to try to get to my wife's side in some form of protective gesture. But she was about 20 feet away from me. I was in line at the teller before the thieves arrived, and she was sitting with Karl, our banker and our friend. Karl had gotten us our first loan to start our business. We were there for him when his wife died unexpectedly in a car accident two years ago. And he was why we felt as if this bank were as much a part of our business as our service. 

That was one consolation of not being able to get to Jenny's side. I knew that Karl would take good care of her. He was a strong and handsome man whose heart had broken when his wife passed. We had all become close, so I knew that Karl would take as much care to protect Jenny as I would. 

The gunmen's shouted orders were for us to lie down flat as they surveyed our prone bodies for signs of movement or hostility. All told, there were about 9 hostages, including employees of the bank and visitors. Two older women were immediately released and told to run home and keep quiet. 

The robbers seemed only slightly hurried. Once they had established control of the environment, and surveyed the status of the teller cash drawers, they then ordered Jenny, Karl and two other visitors to follow them to the back of the bank. Two of the robbers watched over the rest of us. Then, we were told to go back to a different room in the back. The rooms were portioned only by a half wall and a somewhat transparent frosted window. We were ordered to strip to our underwear. The two men with me, one a teller and one a customer, were ordered to stand face to face. Then, the robbers wrapped them tightly together with duct tape, with each man forced to put his hands around the other. Then, they were laid down like mummies. 

Since I was the last person, they decided to wrap me to a large office chair. They placed cloth handkerchiefs in our mouths and then put duct tape over. We were locked down tight, with only the hope that an alarm had been sounded or the women would report to give us hope of relief from our capture. 

After that, the robbers left us, and turned off as many lights as they could. I did not dare move until I was sure that they had gone. I figured that I waited for 30 minutes before I began to test my bonds. The men in front of me had started to find some way to escape from each other. They were obviously uncomfortable and desperate for separation. They were trying to exert force against each other to try to break the tape, but it was too thick and too tight. 

I began to realize that I had some ability to move my chair. As I tested it, I started to move closer to the half wall and window. I was desperate to see if Karl and Jenny were safe and sound. After ten minutes of strain, I was able to get close enough to the window to peer in and check on the other hostages. 

I was unable to see the other two hostages, and could only assume they were bound and either in this room or another, or perhaps in the vault. I could however, see Karl and Jenny. From what I could make out, they too were stripped to underwear. Karl was in colorful boxers and Jenny was in very brief, almost thong like panties and a sheer bra. Like the men with me, they were bound face to face, and their bodies were locked together. I could tell that they were both perspiring from the stress and strain of their capture. 

They had been bound longer and it appeared that had made more progress in freeing themselves. Both had been able to remove the tape and gags from their mouths, with the small strips hanging off their cheeks. It also appeared that they had been able to get a little room between them and they kept rubbing up together to try to move the tape that held them together. If it weren't for the sheer terror of our situation, the scene would have been almost erotic. Every time Jenny would move against Karl, I could see her chest strain against the bra. She continued to move up against Karl, and then down again, trying to loosen the bonds. 

"Good girl," I thought. With the effort, they were getting damper and damper, which was sure to make the task of freeing themselves easier. With each passing minute, I could see them making slow but steady progress. Jenny's hands were now loose enough that she could hold them behind Karl's head. He proceeded to lie on his back with Jenny on top of him so that she could continue to slide back and forth against him. I couldn't see very clearly but their movements were becoming more steady and intentional. It was becoming clear that they would be able to free themselves and us quite soon. 

I still couldn't say a word because of my gag, and the men in front of me were not making nearly as much progress. I tried to slide my chair further to see if I could get a better angle on Karl and Jenny's escape, but with one ill-fated push, the chair tipped over and there were out of site. I almost cried in frustration and helplessness. It took another 30 minutes for Jenny and Karl to escape and let us all out, longer than I thought it would based on the efforts they were making. I could hear them making noises, which got louder and louder at times as, I assumed, the neared escape. 

When they finally came to free us, they looked totally exhausted and spent. I felt so sorry for them, but they released us quickly and called the police. They clung to each other as if the tape was still wrapped to them. I completely understood. They had found a way to escape and save all of us. 

Jenny's story

My husband is right. We love that bank. It has helped us make many of our dreams come true. But what happened that afternoon started out terrifying and became something else. I've just read David's description of the events of the day, and everything he described is just as it happened. But I wanted to share some other things that he couldn't make out, because it helps explain some things. 

First of all, Karl is a good friend. He is a terrific man and the loss of his wife was a real shock. But two years later, Karl was healing and he was obviously showing an interest in me. Of course, I was married and had no plans to endanger that, no matter how nice or attractive Karl was. 

So there we were, bound together, nearly naked. I could feel his heart against mine. The crooks had taken some prurient delight in binding my legs so that they were spread around Karl's, leaving us pressed together at the waist and chest. We were terrified and tried to remain still and silent. Only our breathing was heard as we waited to see if our captors would come back or if they were truly gone. (or should the duct tape stay on, so the entire escapade is wordless?) After a time, I noticed that Karl was making progress removing the duct tape on his mouth. I tried with mine, but I couldn't seem to make any progress. Fortunately, our captors had not wrapped the tape completely around our heads, or else any efforts would have been futile. I could move my mouth and that would slide the tape, but I couldn't make it move. Karl was somehow able to push the cloth out of his mouth with his tongue and then use the tip of his tongue to move the tape away from his mouth. 

"hold still," he whispered as he moved his mouth close to mine. With a delicate and precise touch, he was able to get his teeth around a corner of the duct tape and pull it off my mouth. Fresh air filled my lungs as we both began to breathe more normally. 

This still left us bound together. We whispered as quietly as we could, trying to decide whether we should yell or not.

"I think we should stay quiet for now. If we make noise, we may lose the progress we've made if they come back." Karl advised. He was right. I didn't want that gag back on. But that left us side by side bound together. 

"Try to rock and see if we can move the tape," Karl suggested. I nodded but there was no way to get any leverage. 

"Let's try with me on my back. Can you move your arms?"

I was able to slip my hands up so that when Karl rolled over on his back, I was directly on top of him and I could press my hands flat down on the ground. This gave me the opportunity to push against something. But still, I couldn't really move up and away from Karl. For the moment, the best I could do was to slide up and down to try to move the tape ever so slightly. 

He immediately understood my solution and tried to help as best he could. To give my feet some leverage, he raised up his knees so that I could slide up against his body. Each back and forth movement seemed to result in some yield, but then something else happened. 

"Karl," I whispered. "There's something....", I was becoming aware of something, and then I realized what I was feeling. "oh, no, Karl. Don't do this." 

Karl looked at me sheepishly. What I was feeling was his penis, starting to become erect.  

"how could you?!" Despite all the danger we were in, he was getting excited by our body movements. 

"Jenny, please. I'm sorry. Try to ignore it. You're making progress. I can't help it." 

As he said that, I could feel it twitch and grow even larger. The underwear I was wearing was very thin and cut high, almost like a thong. And our position was such that his cock was actually pressed against my labia. Ignoring it was not going to be easy, but I was intent on getting us free. 

Beads of sweat were forming on both of us as we continued to struggle. My motion was continuing to yield millimeters of progress, and I was able to gain another inch of clearance between Karl's chest and mine. Again, I slid down along his body, feeling again, his now fully engorged cock press wantonly against my pussy. Then, as I slid up, I felt my clit rubbing against his length. A moan escaped my lips, which I desparately hoped David couldn't hear. But Karl could. His eyes widened and he jerked his hips upward to press against me. Despite the absurdity of it, my body was responding of its own volition. I cursed myself but my movement was essential if we were to get free. 

My very sheer fashion bra was doing little to act as a barrier between Karl's chest and my own. In fact, with each slide, I could feel the cups sliding lower and lower as progress on the front was not matched by the taped straps on the back. After three more excruciating slides, I was able to look down and see that my breasts had fallen completely out of the bra cups and my nipples were now hard. What a site we must have been. I looked in Karl's eyes and he looked up at me, back at my tits, and then up at me. I could see the lust in his eyes, which he was trying to restrain. My mind was screaming to relax and ignore the sexual tension, our nearly nude bodies, and the increasingly enormous hard-on that was teasing my clit. But my body wasn't listening to my mind. 

I was beginning to get tired and I felt as if my efforts were beginning to slow down. Karl encouraged me to keep going, but the only thing I seemed to be able to concentrate on was trying to feel more of his cock against me. I realized that I needed to take inspiration where I could find it, so I made a slight adjustment to my motion. Because of our progress, it was now almost possible to not touch his cock with my legs wrapped around him. But instead of avoiding the contact, I sought it out. My movements became more intentionally provocative. Whether Karl noticed this or not I wasn't quite clear, but I could tell that it was having an effect on him. My body had won and it was now taking my mind with it. 

This new approach was an important inspiration as I could feel both Karl and I start to find a rhythm. His cock was now finding the mark and pressing the thin fabric of my panties up into my pussy on each downward slide. It was so close to entering me, I moaned again, louder -- a frustrated, wanton moan. As I slid back up, now panting and sweating with something more than effort, I was able to use Karl's cock to slide my panties over. Then, with a slight movement to the right, I could feel what seemed like a plum-sized cock head now pressed directly against my exposed slit. 

Now, carefully, I let the cock enter my pussy slowly and as I did so, I could feel its size which I could only guess at previously. I had to go slow because Karl seemed to be far bigger than any cock I had every felt or seen before. But once it was in me, my body adjusted quickly to accommodate. It was wonderful. 

This was now far more comfortable a situation and I was going to make it work for me on so many levels. I began to pump more aggressively to feel this beautiful meat, and the movement of my hips created new progress against the tape. Also, our mutual perspiration was also giving us leeway and I could now rise up and slide down on Karl so that my clit enjoyed a wonderful ride down the top side of his cock. 

We both tried to remain as quiet as we could as I continued to pump back and forth. It was incredible and I began to lose a sense of our situation as my thoughts focused only on the pleasure I was getting by riding Karl. It soon became overwhelming and before I knew what was happening, I was coming with an intense orgasm that made my toes and my back curl in involuntary spasm. This movement was too much for the duct tape and the piece that held our chests together finally ripped and gave way. I tried to be as silent as possible but I was failing at almost all levels of self-control. 

It would now be possible for us to twist away from each other and rip the rest of the tape away, to earn our freedom. Possible, but that's NOT what we did. Instead, we continued to fuck each other and soon Karl rolled me over so it was now his turn to plunge his cock swiftly and deeply into me. It seemed as if our movements were literally melting the tape away as we were completely soaked in sweat. 

I became aware that Karl had freed our legs but he continued to pump into me over and over as I felt more and more orgasms line up to take me away. Karl pulled away from me, and put me on my hands and knees and then began to fuck me again. We were long past our first efforts to escape, and we were now completely lost in our efforts to find pleasure in each other. Karl's hands grabbed both my tits as he continued to pound against my ass. I was quietly mewing as each stroke sent more and more shocks up my spine. 

Time stood still and I became a slave to my nerve endings. I could tell that Karl was close to coming himself and I encouraged him by reaching underneath me and grabbing his balls to pull them tight. 

He exploded deeply in me and I could feel him begin to slow down. He continued to push in and out of my stretched and happy pussy, and I really didn't want the feeling, the ecstasy to end. 

We finally, unhappily, separated and when I turned around he looked embarrassed and nervous. I couldn't help myself. I just threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. I pulled away slightly, and looked him straight in the eyes, and kissed him full on the mouth, making sure to find his talented tongue with mine. 

As quietly as we could we got our clothes back together and straightened ourselves up. We made sure that the thieves were gone and then we freed the others. I hugged my husband but caught Karl's eye as I did so. I went back over to Karl, kissed him again, more chastely, and said, "my rescuer" and hugged him tightly. 

Since that time, Karl, my husband and I have stayed close friends. 

Karl did come over about a week later to give me a copy of the bank's security footage which he had been able to remove with some difficulty. We watched it together and it was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I felt like I was watching a porn video. As we sat there, I felt my body responding again. As I watched my tits spring free and rub against his body, and then as I saw him finally penetrate me, I was reliving the entire experience in my mind as I watched it on the grainy video. I glanced over at Karl, and saw his cock tenting his pants. I reached over as we watched the tape, and then threw myself at him again. We ended up fucking again and this time, no duct tape, no hesitation and no doubts. But Karl did show me other tricks he could do with his tongue beside remove duct tape. 

My husband and I still do our daily banking errands. I still love him dearly. But now, I also send him to another bank across town "to be safe" while I still get my personal banking service....from Karl.



Robbi - Beyond Friendship



I'm a firm believer in "truth in advertising". This is a love story, so if you're looking for "Wham! Bam! Thank you, (insert gender title here)", please feel free to leave. 

Here's the usual disclaimer and preface stuff. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to...etc., etc. The story is my property, so please don't "borrow" from it. If you should happen to enjoy it, please let me know, and let your friends know, too. 

*** 

The morning sun creeps around the edge of the blinds and casts our bedroom in a soft light. I lie quietly in bed, my eyes half-closed, watching my wife walk out of the bathroom. She is wearing nothing, and after many years of marriage, still beautiful. 

"Have I told you lately that you have a great cock?" I ask. 

"Perv," she replies, smiling. 

I heave myself out of bed. As I wander to the bathroom, unbidden memories of a day in 2012 come to mind. After all these year though the rationale has changed, it remains as one of the worst days of my life. 

*** 

It was a Saturday in mid-July. My best friend Rob and I were hanging out in my room, cooling off from having chucked a frisbee around out in the yard for a while. We had been best buds since forever, and seemed to live in each other's house as much as we did in our own. 

In late May, we had graduated as co-salutatorians of our high school class. (Kelli, whom Rob had taken to the prom, kept us out of valedictorian by a crummy two hundreds of a point.) We had spent the first part of the summer inseparable as usual, swimming, fishing, occasionally cruising the teen hangouts, and half-heartedly working summer jobs. 

Tomorrow Rob would be leaving with his parents to spend a month in their summer cabin at a lake upstate. Although he had invited me to come along, we both knew that I really wanted to stay and work to get money for tricking out my car before going to college in late August. 

"Well, amigo, looks like this is our last day of summer fun together. Whadda ya wanna do?" I said. 

"Mark, I gotta tell you something." Rob's expression became serious and a little sad. "I was gonna wait till tonight but it's tearing me up inside." 

"Woah! You get Kelli pregnant on prom night or something?" It was all I could think of. 

"I wish it were that simple," he answered, looking even more forlorn. 

"Jeez, Bro, spit it out. You know I'm here for you." 

"There's no easy way to say it." There were tears in his eyes now. "Tomorrow when I leave here, I'm going to start my transition to becoming a woman." 

"YOU'RE WHAT??!!" I shouted. "You gotta be shitting me." 

All the time we had spent together and now he was telling me he's gay, a fucking sissy. It was so surreal. We'd been varsity football teammates. We'd showered together. We'd shared beds in overcrowded motel rooms on team field trips. 

A feeling of loathing, disgust, and anger washed over me. I suddenly felt filthy. My clenched fingers were digging my nails into my palms, and I felt my face flush with rage. "YOU'RE GONNA DO WHAT??!!" It was all I could do to keep from smacking the shit out of him, from trying to beat the gay away. 

"Mark," he asked, tears streaming down his face now, "will you please listen to me, let me try to explain?" 

"Fuck, no, you faggot!" I roared. "Get the Hell out of my house and my life." 

"You said you were here for me," Rob pleaded. "Please..." 

"Yeah, I'm here for you. Here to pound some sense into your fucked up head. If that's not what you want, hit the bricks. NOW!" 

As Rob, crestfallen, turned to leave, I couldn't resist adding "Have a nice life, queer!'' in a venom-dripping voice. 

*** 

Needless to say, that cataclysmic event began to consume my life. Beyond the nausea caused by learning my supposed best friend was secretly a fag, until I left for the university I was consumed by the fear that others of my crowd might learn of Rob's decision and decide that I must be gay also. Once I escaped my hometown that fear was replaced by a hated of Rob for not telling me what he really was sooner. 

After a couple of wakeup calls in the form of low grades on some early tests, I struggled to compartmentalize the anger and hurt. However, in unguarded moments I would slip back into the morass. 

With time, a dim light began to glow, I hesitantly started to realize that I had never really considered Rob and his feelings. I had completely vilified my best friend while taking no time to appreciate his situation. He had trusted me enough to share this monumental aspect of his life rather than hiding it and sneaking off. This whole thing must have been awful for him to deal with. The realization that I hadn't been been there for him when he needed me the most sent me on a downward spiraling guilt trip. 

By working hard to maintain the compartmentalization, I was able to have a pretty good freshman year. I pledged a fraternity and got adequate, though not stellar, grades. Things continued to go as well as could be expected during sophomore year. In confronting the elephant in my soul I actually started to study the issue of transsexuality, gradually straightening out most of my (generally incorrect) preconceived ideas. While it didn't do much to alleviate my on-going guilt trip, somehow I was more comfortable with it. 

In the latter part of that year a bunch of my fraternity brothers decided to have a spring fling weekend in a large city in the next state over. It had several universities and colleges with lots of female students. As a bonus. there was a chapter of our fraternity there, so we would have place to crash. Since I was pretty much caught up on all my studies, I tagged along. 

After a Friday night of partying and drinking way too much beer, we woke up late Saturday and struggled out for something to eat. A couple of the brothers from the local chapter took us to a food court in a sort of open-air mall where students from the various schools tended to hang out. As we were checking out the various fast-food vendors, trying to figure out what we could hold down, I noticed a gaggle of female student types standing in front of the GAP window 

across the way apparently intrigued by somethimg in the display. One of them caught my attention, and I started to feel queasy. 

She was a bit on the tall side, lithe and her straight brown hair hung to the middle of her back and was cut in bangs in front. The briefest turn of her head and an instantaneous meeting of our eyes confirmed my fear. As my stomach gave a huge heave, I jumped up proclaiming "Head call!" 

I lurched down the corridor into the mens' restroom. I plunged into an empty stall. Leaning against the wall, I managed to get the nausea under control and saved myself the indignity of having to barf in a public toilet. But what now? 

No chance of sneaking out of the mall by a back way. I didn't have my own wheels and didn't know the town. I would have to go back to the food court. I could only pray that somehow the GAP group had moved on. Wonderful. 

"Hey, Dude," one of my buddies queried, "you gonna live?" 

"Sure. I'd have to get better to die." Relief washed over me. The girl gaggle was nowhere in sight and the hangover gave me a cover story for my rush to the head. 

Another guy in the group added "One of those broads across the way must have known you. She came over to leave you a note." He handed me a folded scrap of paper with "Mark" written on it. "We told her you were temporarily indisposed," he added with a chuckle. 

"Which one?" I asked. 

"The stacked redhead." 

I snuck a look at the paper in my hand. The was one word, "Robbi", and a phone number. I shoved the note in my pocket. 

"Waddid she say, Man?" 

"Said my fly was open." 

"Gonna be like that, huh?" 

"Yup." 

Later, I pondered what had happened. First and foremost, should I call? Even though I was coming to grips with transsexuality on an intelectual level, I was nowhere ready to deal with it on a personal level. At least Rob hadn't come over personally and possibly have brought about a face-to-face meeting. That bullet had been dodged. 

If I did call, should I stick with "Rob" or give in to ""Robbi"" as the note indicated? What gender pronoun should I use in my own mind? Until now, I had thought of Rob as male. Accepting ""Robbi"" and shemale pronouns was somehow cutting the link to a guy who had been my friend virtually my whole life. Nonetheless, the person I had seen at the mall didn't look like a guy in a dress, not a "Rob" or a "him". 

I suppose that secretly I had been hoping that he would just turn out to be a guy in a dress and realize the foolishness of the female wannabe thing. However, the Rob I thought I had known had moved on in the search to fill an inner need. As much as I disliked the idea. It was apparently time for me to move on, also. 

Monday, back on my own campus, I finally decided I couldn't put it off any longer. After punching the number on the note into my mobile, my finger froze over the call button. What was I going to say? What would she say? What did I want her to say? Almost as if I hadn't willed it, my finger plunged to the fatal key. 

A couple of rings went by, then she answered. The voice was right, but was it my imagination that that heard something feminine in the simple word "Hello"? 

I fought off a brief impulse to hang up then, but realized that would resolve nothing. I managed to choke out "Robbi?" 

"Mark?" Her voice was bright, happy and unhesitating. "I was so worried. You looked like Hell back there in the food court." Nearly two years after an ugly parting and she was worried about me, teasing me, or both. The vessel might be undergoing some changes, but apparently the contents were still pretty much the same. 

"I find your concern most touching," I quipped. 

WTF. A monumental occasion impacting our future relationship, so much to be said, and here I was being a wiseass. "You been doing well?" 

"Yes. The school is great and I'm in a nice sorority. You?" 

"I've missed you," I blurted out, realizing that I meant it. 

"Me, too," "Robbi" responded wistfully. "There's a lot of things we need to talk about. We've got finals and end-of-school stuff coming up now, but do you want to meet when vacation starts?" 

She was still a straight talking cut-to-the-chase person. And I owed her after my unforgivable performance the last time we met face to face. Fortunately I would have a few more weeks to try to screw my head on correctly. "I'd really like that." 

After that we phoned or texted each other daily, catching up on a lot of gender-neutral aspects of our lives and sharing the small things of winding down a school year. My study habits improved and I did better on my exams than I had done up to that point. 

Then school was over for the summer. It was time to meet "Robbi" face-to-face. The last few weeks of texting or talking to "Robbi" on the phone resurrecting our friendship had been great. Still I was worried that when she actually met with me it would bring back her memories of how horribly I had reacted to her decision to transition. 

Worse yet I still wasn't comfortable with how I might act when I was actually up close and personal with her in her female persona. Nonetheless, I knew that most of all I wanted my friend back, male, female, or whatever. 

We arranged to meet on a Saturday afternoon at her family's cabin upstate. I got up early that morning. I went out and washed my car. After coming back inside I shaved and showered. For good measure I splashed on a ittle woodsy aftershave and cologne. I actually paid attention to selecting my clothes, casual but not to casual, trendy but not too trendy. What in Hell was I doing? It was like I was getting ready for a date, a very special date. I finally decided on a subdued Hawaiian shirt, loose denim shorts, and topsiders without socks. 

On the drive to the cabin, my stomach did some interesting acrobatics. I tried to visualize the meeting. Assuming that I would not cut and run at the moment of coming face to face, how should I act? Bubbly? Cool? Serious? Repentant? Should I approach her or maintain a lot of space between us? Should I offer a handshake or a guy hug? (Actually neither of those last two sounded very good.) Eventually, I decided to adopt some sort of neutral demeanor and take cues from her behavior. 

Finally I was on the cabin porch. I checked my reflection in the glass of the door. Since I didn't see any outward signs of panic, I decided to knock. I was slightly taken aback when Robbi's dad opened the door. Being so wound up about seeing the new version of my boyhood best friend, it was sort of anticlimactic. 

"Hi, Mark," he said, giving me a firm handshake, "Come on in. "Robbi and her mom are in the kitchen fixing some lemonade." He led me into the living room. 

"It's been a while since you've been up this way. "Robbi tells us you're doing well in school." 

"Not as well as I'd like, but I think I'm getting a handle on it." 

"Good. Anyway, don't be such a stranger. We've all missed having you hang around." 

"Hopefully. Things seem to be straightening out." I hoped I wasn't showing the vague discomfort I was still feeling. 

At that point, Robbi and her mom came into the room. She was wearing a simple light blue waist-length sleeveless blouse, a short white skirt, and sandals. She was carrying a plate of cookies. Robbi's mom set down a tray with a pitcher of lemonade she was carrying and pulled me into a matronly dear friend embrace. "College life agrees with you!" she said as she stepped back. "We'll have to catch up later. Dad and I promised to meet a few other couples at a craft fair in the village." 

"You two behave yourselves," her dad said as he took his wife's hand and led her out of the room. 

Robbi and I were alone. This wasn't what I had expected. I had wanted to have others around while I got used to her feminine behavior and appearance. 

I guess my discomfort showed. "Mark, please sit down for just a few minutes. Give my parents a little time to get away, then you can leave. I'm sorry it isn't working out." There was a catch in her voice and her eyes brimmed with tears. 

I sank into a chair and Robbi sat demurely on the sofa. For several minutes she sat forlornly, occasionally touching a tissue to her eyes. The silence was deafening. As I placed my hands on the arms of the chair to stand up, she said with a strength that caught me by surprise, "I love you, you dufus. I love you more than anything." 

Looking back, it's easy to say I should have sensed it, seen it coming. However, in truth, it blindsided me. I paused, in a ridiculous position halfway out to the chair, as the new reality sank in. As it did the realization that I, also, had loved this person forever. Now I fully understood the void that had haunted me since I had driven her away. 

In a heartbeat I moved to sit beside her and take her in my arms. She seemed to melt against me and her arms encircled me. Her tears were flowing freely now. I gently placed a hand under her chin bringing her face up so that we could look into each other's eyes. "Oh, Love, can you ever forgive, forgive me for my blindness and cruelty?" I asked in a halting voice. Hers weren't the only tears running down our faces. 

"I love you, you dufus. I always will." Somehow our lips came together and we shared our first kiss. Tentatively at first, our lips just brushed. A current went through me. I was kissing someone I truly adored, a person I had loved all my life. 

Our lips were firmly together now. Unbidden, my tongue began its gently probe. Without hesitation, Robbi's lips parted and her tongue welcomed mine. A blessed moment, like none I had ever experienced. 

After many glorious minutes, we drew our faces slightly apart and looked again into each other's eyes, wondering at the love we saw there. "Robbi, Robbi, Robbi..." was all I could say. 

"Dufus," she replied with a grin. 

Uninvited, some sense of reality returned. "I suppose we should do some lemonade and cookies so your parents won't be suspicious." 

"I suppose we should," she sighed, "and, like it or not, we need to discuss a few things. I'd like to do that before my folks come home." 

She was right, of course. This wasn't your garden variety "high school sweethearts reunite and decide to become a couple" situation. 

"I hate to be so blunt, Mark, but I still have my penis. I'm still a functioning biological male." She paused, watching my face. "And honestly I'm not sure I want to give it up." 

I was totally at a loss or words. I as envisioned many scenarios and prepared things to say, but imagining and experiencing are two completely different things. 

"Don't say anything yet. Just listen and think." She smiled and touched my hand lightly. 

"Here are the facts. I love you. You love me. You have never really thought of yourself as anything but a straight male, and have never expected to be in an anything but a heterosexual relationship." 

"I guess," I said, lamely. 

"Mark, I love you so much, but like the song says, "I gotta be me." I wan you for my lover, in every sense of the word. I want the world to know you're my guy." Her hands were holding mine and she continued to study my face fervently. "I don't want a 'don't ask, don't tell' relationship. I don't want to wait until I have some artificial surgery which might or might not make our relationship more acceptable to some." 

She was right. There was so much more to consider than a heavenly kiss and a profession of love. 

"You could probably back away now and laugh off what just happened, but that would end any chance of us being a couple. I will always love you and have the memories of our childhood, but I won't put myself in a position of waiting for what might be another rejection." 

So many things were bouncing around in my head. Afraid that whatever I might say would come out only as senseless babble, I sat there mute. 

"But you need to understand that being lovers before the world won't be easy. It most certainly will be painful at times. People you have always considered good friends will speak of you in the same terms of endearment you used when you threw me out two summers ago, plus a few more like 'cocksucker' and 'butt-fucker'. They'll turn their backs on you. They'll belittle you and mock you in public. Mark, I'm all in on this. Can you be? Are you?" 

Pain, born of guilt and shame, seared my soul. Was I not really the homophobe I had seemed when I had driven her away? Had I truly evolved? Could I handle the revilement of others? Could I unconditionally give her the physical acts of love she desired and deserved? Could I totally commit to Robbi in a way I had never imagined I might have to commit to someone? Could I be all in, too? 

As if in response to these questions, my arms once again drew her into a close embrace and our lips eagerly sought the others. My hands began to roam over her hack and bare arms as hers caressed and teased the back of my neck. 

By some sort of unspoken consent, we both stood. I unbuttoned Robbi's blouse as she undid my shirt. We slipped them off. She was wearing a simple cotton bra over well-proportioned breasts. Still standing, we resumed our caresses. Sliding one hand between us, my lover lightly stroked my chest with her fingertips, sending a tingling sensation through me. With the other she unfastened her bra. Stepping back, she tugged the straps off her shoulders and let it fall away. 

Robbi's breasts, though not huge, were full and firm. She took my hands, placing one on each breast. A shiver of delight coursed through each of us at the contact. I slowly raced her areoles and gently tweaked her nipples as she began again to run her fingers over my chest. 

As nice as it would have been to spend the rest of the day that way, there was one more thing I had to do, as much to confirm my self-reaffirmation as for givng her the pleasure I wanted to. I began to look for a way to unfasten her skirt. 




Robbi - Beyond Friendship



"Please don't, Mark." Her expression was both worried and imploring. "We don't have to now. You've made me so happy already." 

I didn't want to tell her I was doing this for me, to be sure I could be the lover I knew I should be, needed to be. "I want to make you more than happy." 

"If you're sure," she responded hesitantly. 

"Never been more sure, my Darling." 

Her eyes sparkled at the sound of "Darling", and she gave me the most beautiful smile. The skirt spilled to the floor. 

Without thinking, I dropped to my knees. Only a thin layer of cotton panties was between me and my Beloved's most private part. I gently lowered this last barrier and freed her already erect penis. It was as if I was seeing it for the first time. I felt I had never seen anything so wondrous. Hard, and proud, with the end and small glans pointed slightly upward. 

Coddling her balls in one hand, I let the fingers of the other hand move along the length of her magnificent shaft to her thatch of soft pubic hair. I leaned forward and kissed the dark pink tip, then took it into my mouth, letting my tongue caress it. With both hands now on her buttocks, I brought her deeper into my mouth. Moving my hand to her hips, I began to piston her member slowly back and forth. 

Robbi's fingers were knotted in my hair now, encouraging my head to respond to her thrusting organ. Glancing up, I saw her face wrapped in a beautiful expression of ecstasy as she emitted a low throaty moan. The urgency of her hands in my hair accelerated our movements. Suddenly she gasped and shuddered. A thick liquid of an indescribable taste filled my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, perceiving it to be an offering of her love for me. 

Reluctantly, I became aware that she was softening in my mouth. I sucked fervently to capture every precious drop of her liquid. 

Seemingly without our knowledge or direction, our bodies moved and I found myself on my feet with Robbi impatiently freeing me of my shorts and briefs. Then she was softly touching my cock and gazing at it lovingly. As she guided it between her lips, she glanced up at me adoringly. If I had not been totally hers before, now there could be no doubt. I was lightyears beyond euphoria. All too quickly after she began her ministrations, I was overcome by an earthmoving orgasm. 

In an instant, she was on her feet, pressing her lips to mine. We tasted our semen on each other's lips and tongue as we fell into a firm embrace. It was an exquisite moment of surreal beauty and passion. 

Gradually we floated down from the etherial plane we had reached. We broke our embrace and stepped back from each other. It was the first time I had openly looked at her since that ugly day two years before. Her long brown hair and bangs framed a face that still was recognizable as having been Rob's, but was somehow very feminine. 

Robbi's body, though still trim and fit, the body of an athlete, seemed softer than it had been back in our locker room days. Her breasts were well proportioned for her body, and I thought I could detect a bit of a flair to her hips. Her penis, now limp, and balls were nestled in her soft pubic hair at junction of her thighs, not at all wrong or out of place. I remembered how great it had been to have her dick in my mouth and how it would feel to have it in another part of my anatomy. Or, for that matter, what it would be like to have mine in another part of her. 

She must have been examining me also. "Whoa, cowboy!" she said with a laugh, pointing at my again awakening cock. "We'd better get cleaned up and drink some of that lemonade before Mom and Dad get back." 

"I suppose," I answered wistfully. 

We were interrupted by the chirping of a cell phone. Robbi found it. "Text from Mom. They're gonna stop by some friends' house and won't be back for at least another couple of hours. Says not to let you get away before they get home. Like that's gonna happen," she added mischievously. 

I startes gathering up my clothes. "Hey! I know. Let's go fo a swim." Robbi said in an excited voice. 

"No suit," I said. 

"Good! We never wear bathing suits. House rule." 

"You're kidding." It did pretty much explain her attractive all-body tan. 

"Nope. Had a great privacy fence put in since you were here last." 

Oh, great! Something more to sort out. Suppose someone suggested a family swim while I was still here. However, for now, spending quality naked time with Robbi sounded good. "Okie-dokie." I replied, at a loss for anything clever to say. 

The time in the back yard was great, little different from the times we had spent there in our high school days. We swam. We raced. We had splash fights. We sunned ourselves and drank lemonade. 

Then, while we were standing by the pool trying to figure out what to do next, my hand touched her butt. I have often wondered if it was as inadvertent as I told myself it was. Startled, I quickly drew my hand away. 

She smiled at my discomfort. "The final frontier," she said impishly, "where no man has ever gone before." Then, after a dramatic pause, she add "Wanna be the first?" 

A few months ago I would have become apoplectic had someone asked me that. A few hours ago I would have had reservations, been hesitant. But now it seemed only natural when I said "Yes, more than anything! Not just the first, but the only!" 

Throwing her arms around my neck, she kissed me fervently. After a brief eternity, I cherished her words "Oh, my beloved Mark, you don't know how long I've waited, how hard I've prayed, that you'd want me!" 

"I've wanted you forever, my precious Robbi, more than you could know," I responded. "I just didn't realize it." 

Favoring me with an adoring gaze, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. We fell on her bed as our limbs intertwined and our hungering mouths found each other. I felt her breasts against my chest and her erection rubbing eagerly against mine. It was yet another moment I wished would last forever. 

In a moment of regrouping, Robbi looked at me imploringly. "My Love, my Darling, take me now," she whispered. "Make me yours." 

She quickly turned over onto her knees and elbows, offering me her ass. I put my hands on her cheeks, caressing them and kneading them tenderly. Gradually I spread them apart and saw her small, puckered special place. I was in awe. I traced it gently with a fingertip and felt her shiver. 

Almost before I knew it, I had spread her as wide as possible and I was licking her crack, repeatedly approaching her magic orifice then retreating. Her shuddering told me it was time. My lips went to her love opening and my tongue began to softly probe. She was moaning softly now, thrusting, trying to impale herself on my tongue. It was a moment like nothing I had ever imagined. 

Her hand was poking mine with something. I reluctantly drew away to see what it was. It turned out to be a tube of lubricant. "Use your fingers to make me ready," she whispered. 

Somehow I got the cap off the tube and put a dollop on her opening. I then lubed my member and a couple of fingers. Stifling my excitement, I gently inserted the tip of my index finger into her and toyed delicately with her sphincter. 

Her receptive wiggling encouraged me to probe further. With tantalizing restraint, I eventually had the whole finger inserted. As she had with my tongue earlier, Robbi responded by thrusting herself against my hand. "Oohhh, yes," she moaned quietly. 

Soon I withdrew and, before she could protest, replaced one finger with two. Again she responded eagerly to the incursion. We worked together until my fingers were sliding in and out easily. 

"Robbi, I want to see your beautiful face when I enter you," I said. 

"I'd like that, too, my Love," she answered. "Shall we try with me on my back, holding up my legs, opening myself for you, or," she added teasingly, "should I try sitting on your gorgeous cock?" 

I considered both scenarios. Though both were appealing, the vision of her above me, looking down with love and affection, made the choice easy. 

Quickly I lay on my back and she straddled me. Smiling, she reached behind me, found my erection, and guided it to her entrance. "Don't worry if it looks like you're hurting me. Any discomfort I have will pass quickly, and I want you inside me so badly, my Darling." 

"I love you" was the only response I could come up with. 

Bracing herself with her arms, Robbi began slowly lowering her hips. I felt the tip of my penis start to push against her anus then suddenly the glans popped through. True to her prediction, a look of discomfort crossed her face, but she smiled bravely. Alternately raising and lowering her hips, she took me a little further inside her each time. It was an exquisite sensation. I reached down and stroked her erection. It was not long before she managed to take the entire length. 

We basked in each other's smiles, awed by the wonder of this precious experience. "I'm all in, too." I said. 

"Dufus," she replied. 

*** 

We're approaching our thirtieth wedding anniversary now. We've raised two great kids. Our love for each other is as strong as it was that glorious day.



Robbie & Jessica



The rain hit the roof as Jessica lay in bed next to her boyfriend. Her head on his chest as their naked bodies pressed against each other. His fingers caressing her back as she sighed in happiness. "Promise me this will never end Robbie" Jessica sighed as they drifted off together. Feeling the slight shift as Robbie crawled out from under her Jessica just laid in bed his warm seed trickling from her sweet spot. Robbie stood over her admiring her naked body the sheet barely covering her but rage seethed through his body. 

All his life Robbie had liked thin blonde hair girls and then Jessica had walked into his class one day a transfer student from Maine. Something about her smile made him want to be with her. But he did not want to be known as the quote unquote "fat girl lover". Until the one day there professor assigned them to do a project together. Turning around to look at her Jessica smiled and winked at him. His heart skipped a beat and he knew he had to have this girl. That shoulder length red brown hair those hazel eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he had met. Working such long hours on the project had given him a closer view of the girl inside Jessica. She loved to laugh and was great at making him laugh. 

Once they even went out clubbing. Robbie had to admit he spent a lot more time in the bathroom at his frat house to get ready then it normally did for him. He was looking forward to seeing Jessica. And when he did his breath was taken away. She had on a knee length dark blue skirt and when she turned around there was a star surrounded by studs. It made his eyes travel from there to that ass he just wanted to grab and pull to him. Her shirt was a red button down that was buttoned up until it hit the button that was supposed to cover her cleavage. She had somehow made herself shimmer with glitter and was wearing knee high boots that still made her shorter then him. That night as they walked to her apartment he took her into his arms and gently kissed her. That night was spent in her bedroom slowly passionately making love. 

Then he found out through the grapevine that she was screwing around on him. His beautiful girlfriend was screwing around with a frat brother of his. What Jessica did not know was that Robbie was a very jealous person. At 6'3'' and a lean 225 lbs no one screwed with Robbie and he thought that that idea would convey to others when they saw him with Jessica. But nothing mattered now. She was just a common whore who slept with anyone that she could. How many other people has she fucked while they were together? 

"That bitch" Robbie muttered under his breath. Going out to his car in his boxers he grabbed a bag and walked back inside. Shutting the door he could hear the bed squeak as she moved on the bed. Walking up the stairs to her room he walked in. Looking at her his anger rose up in him. "You little bitch," he spat out. "Robbie, what are you talking about?" Jessica said those beautiful hazel eyes wide as she watched him. "Why did you do this? why did you fuck Jason?" Jessica's head dropped and she whispered "I don't know," 

"Yes you do and I want to know NOW!" Robbie barked as Jessica jumped. "Because he would do things you wouldn't, he would tie me up and use me like a slut," Jessica's voice was barely above a whisper and Robbie leaned close to catch every word.

"So that's what you want you slut," Robbie's eyes flashed with anger and she cringed. "Lay back damn it, I'll give you what you want" Pushing her down and roughly pulling her arms up he took a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands to the bed. Smacking her ass as she lay on her back he stood over her and smiled. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a digital camera. Taking a few snapshots of her breasts and her pussy. Pulling her hair back he kissed her full pouty lips. God she looked so hot right now! He just wanted to slide his cock into her tight pussy. Running his fingertips down her body he pinched her nipple twisting the ring he so loved to pull on as they fucked. A moan escaped Jessica's lips as he twisted the ring. Smiling he ran his hands down her stomach to her smooth mound. Flicking at her swelling clit he pinched it eliciting a cry from her in pain. Biting down twisting her nipple roughly.

Reaching back into the bag Robbie pulled out a pair of nipple clips. Looking deep into her eyes he placed them on her stiff nipples. Her body tensed as they squeezed her. "You little slut" he muttered. Taking his camera back out he took some snapshots of her stiff nipples and her face as she shut her eyes. "Open your eyes bitch" He said as he took another picture of her. Setting the camera down he reached into her bedside table. Pulling out her paddle brush he reached up and undid her hands. Pulling her over onto her hands and knees. "Now don't move and maybe if you are a good girl I'll let you cum" After talking with Jason he learned every dirty slutty thing she loved to do. On his knees behind her he raised the brush and brought it down on her ass. Watching it jiggle as she cried out in pain he smacked it again. Moaning quietly he watched her pussy get wetter and wetter with each hit. Sliding a finger into her she begged him to stop spanking her. 

"Please Jason I'll be a good little girl just please don't punish me anymore. Ohhhh my ass hurts so much, I'll be good I promise," She begged. Smacking her ass harder and harder as she begged more and more for him to stop. Finally putting the brush down Robbie pushed Jessica onto her back and looked her in the eyes. "Are you really going to be a good girl?" he asked her. Nodding she looked him in the eyes. "Then show me what a good girl you'll be and suck my cock bitch" he said as he shoved his cock into her mouth. Her tongue stroking the shaft he tossed his head back and moaned. Wrapping his hand in her hair he forced himself down her throat. "Yesssss ohhh what a good slut, suck it bitch, suck my cock good baby" The sounds of her sucking filled the room. Never in his life was getting a blowjob this good. Thrusting his hips against her mouth he pulled her back by her hair. "Ohhhh shit yessssss I'm cumminggggggg" Robbie cried out as spurt after spurt of hot cum landed in Jessica's mouth. Pulling her head to him she had no choice but to swallow his cum. 

Looking down at her, her eyes filled with tears from the spanking Robbie could see the lust in them. "She really enjoys this" he thought to himself. Never had he thought he would ever be doing this and yet here he was standing over a beautiful woman who was there for his pleasure and his only. Bending his head down taking in a stiff nipple nibbling gently as he rubbed her sweet smooth pussy. Gently sliding a finger into her massaging her walls. "Ohhh yes Robbie...please don't stop" Jessica begged. Robbie took his finger out leaving her moaning for more. 

One thing about Robbie was that he loved absolutly loved Jessica's pussy and ass. He just wanted to press his tongue against her swelling clit. Bending down licking her thighs up to her sweet smooth pussy Robbie did just that. His tongue pressed against her clit. Her juices dripping down his chin as he gently nibbled on it before biting down. Her cries filled the room as he tugged on her clit reaching up to pull on her nipple ring. "Ohhhhhh god yesssssss Robbie," Jessica moaned. She wanted to reach down and pull his head to her but no matter how she tried she couldn't move. Her thick thighs locked around his head as he pushed his tongue deep in.

Her breath came in cries and gasp as she pleaded with Robbie not to stop. He gripped her ass and pulled her to him harder his tongue working hard as he felt her body tense in his hands. "God I'm cummmiinngg...ohhhh Robbie please...don't stop...yessssssssssssss" Jessica cried out her pussy overflowing with her juices as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Pulling away from her Robbie looked up at her and smiled. "Was that good my little slut?" He asked. She nodded at him her eyes lowered not daring to look into his face. "Look at me when I am talking to you damn it" Robbie barked. Jessica looked up into his eyes, the lust in them glowing. Pushing her down on the bed he spread her legs. 

"Are you ready slut?" he asked as his cock slid into her tight pussy. Crying out her nails found his back digging into him. Pushing into her he ground his hips against her stiff swollen clit. Pulling back Robbie stayed motionless he cock head trapped inside her tight pussy. "Ohhh Robbie please, fuck me, fuck your slut, ohhh god please" Jessica moaned. Slamming back into her pussy she cried out in pleasure. Pulling out he slammed back into her. Grunting as he fucked her, her moans mingled with his. His thrusts became harder and faster leaning down he bit her nipple between his teeth. "Fuck yes baby I'm cummmiinggg" Jessica screamed in pleasure as she felt his cock swell and throb. Tossing his head back a deep moan escaping his lips Robbie pumped Jessica full of hot cum. 

"Mmmmmm yes baby ohhh take all my cum," Robbie muttered as he lay beside her. Clinging to him Jessica sighed with contentment. "I'm sorry I treated you like a slut Jessica but you had it coming to you." Robbie said as they lay together. "Robbie, baby, I have something to tell you. All those rumors about Jason and I. Those weren't true. I've always wanted you to use me like your slut but you would never hear of it. So I made all this up so you would. And Jason helped me by talking to you. I'm sorry." Jessica said her eyes lowered. Robbie tilted her head up her eyes filled with tears. Leaning down kissing her full lips her ran a hand over her nipples taking the clamps off kissing her nipples. "It's ok Kathi, but next time you are going to have to tie me up," Robbie said a wicked smile on his face.



Robbie and Juilianne Pt. 01



Robert - Rob to his friends - sat at the bar in the Secrets Maroma Beach Report in Cancun with a drink in his hand. Everyone around him was with someone else - on their honeymoon, part of a couple, part of group. 

It was all so confusing for Rob. One minute he had a good life in Houston, he was in a relationship with Tori, a good job, a vacation about to happen, the next he was alone at a couples resort in Mexico, sitting drinking a frilly rum-soaked punch drink he didn't even want. Tori was supposed to have met him here, but instead he arrived to find a note breaking off their relationship. He could have left early, but goddammit! He'd already paid for the whole trip in advance because Tori had chosen this resort, and he didn't plan on missing one godforsaken sun-drenched day.

He took another sip of his drink and grimaced. He didn't even want this pink thing - but the bartender had listened to his beer order and then convinced him to try the bar special for the night. It wasn't hard to convinced Rob of things: he knew he was a bit naïve in some ways, and was a little more gullible than most. His brain just didn't work as fast as some people's brains. But he was a nice guy, and he'd always worked hard to be a good friend and a good boyfriend.

Which took him back to Tori. He still didn't really understand why she was breaking up with him - she said she needed someone who was more ambitious and "upwardly mobile," whatever that was supposed to mean. Ambitious - that's true, Rob wasn't really very ambitious, and when he had a job he liked, such as the one he was pretty sure he just lost, since Tori's father was his boss - he just enjoyed going to work every day; he wasn't looking for the next promotion or the next opportunity. He just didn't understand why enjoying life and being happy was such a bad thing.

He looked up when he saw someone approach, and was a bit surprised to see a woman alone take the barstool just around the corner of the bar from him. She was just the kind of older woman he found attractive: long blond hair, brown eyes, a light tan, a fancy sleeveless dress and heels. She wasn't pretty in a brassy way - she was pretty in a clean, well-kept way. He wasn't a good judge of age, but he figured she was at least 10 years older than his 30 years, maybe a little older than that, and the sureness and confidence she felt surrounded her like an aura. He loved older, confident women. Just looking at her aroused him, and he looked down at the pink drink in front of him, wishing again that it was a cold beer.

She sat on the barstool with a nice smile for him, which he returned, and another nice smile for the bartender. She ordered a vodka tonic, and then listened politely as the bartender went into her spiel about the rum punch special for the night. Once the bartender wound down, the woman lifted an eyebrow and reiterated her vodka tonic order, ignoring the bartender's pout as she did so. The woman leaned over and whispered to Rob, "How is the rum punch?" 

Rob leaned over and whispered back, "Awful." They both laughed. 

"I think she gets a bonus for convincing people to order them," the woman said, still whispering.

Rob grimaced again. "Figures. I was a sucker and got talked into it," he said.

The woman put her hand on his bare forearm. "Don't feel bad - she's a professional bartender. It's her job to make you want whatever she's selling." She laughed again, a low, musical laugh that sent a chill all the way down from where her hand touched him on his arm to his quickly hardening cock. "Just pray she's done with you."

The bartender brought her vodka tonic, and, after murmuring her thanks, the woman turned to Rob - "Dos Equis?" she asked. Rob laughed and nodded, and the woman ordered his beer from the bartender. He watched the bartender hurry to fill the order, and admired the way this stranger was able to get people to do what she wanted. When he had the glass of beer in front of him, he toasted the stranger and drank a long, non-sweet swallow of the beer. She laughed again, and he felt the sound to his toes.

"Hi. I'm Julianne," she said with another smile.

"Rob," he blurted out. She smiled at him, and he took a breath. "I'm Robert, but my friends call me Rob." 

She laughed. "Well, then I hope to call you Rob." She pulled a menu towards her from down the bar. "What do they have to eat at this place?"

The next couple of hours passed in a blur for Rob. Julianne was mature and sophisticated and intelligent, and he spent at least a bit of the time trying to stay up with her conversation. More often than not, he felt like he was floating in a sea of desire. She touched him a lot, on his bare forearm below his short golf shirtsleeve, or his hand, which he left on the bar close to her, just in case she wanted to touch him. 

She asked about his vacation, and he found himself telling her about Tori and the aborted romantic vacation - which Tori had planned in detail - and she shook her head when he got to the part about the note. "Sweetie," she said with a sympathetic frown, "had you planned to propose?" Rob was stunned and denied having any such plan. Julianne leaned in close, and he breathed in deeply. "Girls her age are ready for family and kids, sweetie. Once she realized you were not going be proposing, she decided to move on." She tightened her fingers over his. "Not your fault, sweetheart. She was just ready for something you weren't."

Rob should have felt sad over Tori, but Julianne's hand on his meant he felt only one thing: arousal. His heart and cock both pounded anytime she touched him.

Eventually, they moved even farther into the personal, and Rob found himself telling Julianne about losing his parents in his teens, and how he had stayed in Houston after graduating from college just because it was the easiest place to be. They even talked a bit about his two previous long-term relationships, and how those had ended - with both, he was the one getting the shaft.

After two hours, Rob realized that he had done most of the talking - rare for him - and that he had experienced, for the first time in his life, the undivided attention of a beautiful woman. While she had shared some pieces of information with him, they were shared for the purpose of drawing him out and eliciting his sharing of secrets. They'd shared a meal at the bar - something Julianne had picked for them to share that he would never had chosen, but that he enjoyed anyway - and had talked the entire time.

And she had touched him - repeatedly. More than that, she had looked at him, and - while Rob knew he wasn't the smartest cookie in the jar - he knew she was looking at him like a woman looks at a man she's attracted to. So he sat up straighter, and if his chest and ab muscles were a bit more pronounced under his golf shirt, who could blame him for that. At one point, when she excused herself, she stopped at his barstool to laugh at him for his last attempt at witty repartee and run her hand up his arm to his shoulder. And where she touched him, she left a tingling burn that lasted until she returned to her seat. 

Julianne had relaxed a bit while they spoke, but Rob had gotten more and more aroused in the time they were together. When he finally excused himself to go and take a piss (the three beers he'd consumed finally made leaving Julianne urgent), he could barely make it work around the erection he was sporting. He stood in the men's room trying to think of non-Julianne thoughts until his cock was at half-mast and he could manage to go. And then he found himself hurrying back to Julianne's side. 

He saw her texting on her phone when he returned, but when she heard him walking close, she looked up with a smile, and his heart jumped. "Welcome back," she said, and laughed. And that laugh sealed it. He thought about kneeling at her feet, but, instead, he sat on his barstool and scooted it a bit closer, hoping she wouldn't notice. But of course she did, and the slow smile she gave him made his cock throb. And when she moved her barstool a bit closer, he grinned and laughed.

They sat together like that for a few minutes, neither of them speaking. Rob wanted so badly to say something to attract her, but he had no idea how to make the next move with this ultra-confident woman. If she'd been his age or younger, and one of the giggling young girls he seemed to attract, he'd known to make some cheesy pickup line or give her a compliment, but with Julianne - he'd feel silly even trying. While he sat there, basking in her confidence and attraction, he began to realize that he might not need to worry; Julianne's hand was on his, and her thumb was stroking the skin on the back of his hand. He watched, mesmerized, as she stroked his skin in circles, and - when he looked up at her - he saw her watching him, with a slight smile on her face. 

Finally, she spoke. "So, sweet boy... Shall we go have dessert in my room?"

Rob swallowed hard. "I'm not really hungry."

Julianne laughed. "Neither am I." She turned her hand over and held it out to him. "Let's go taste anyway, shall we?"

Taking Julianne's soft, beautifully manicured hand was the hardest and easiest thing Rob had ever done, but he didn't hesitate. They walked out of the bar together, holding hands.

Julianne led the way to her suite and opened the door for them both, turning on a light next to a sofa in the living room of the suite. He had a moment to look at her, strong and curvy in her summer dress and high-heeled sandals, before she turned to look at him. Rob knew what she saw: a tall young man with dark hair and eyes, skin that tanned easily, and long lean muscles. Those things were never the problem for him. Working out was easy - as long as you focused, the machines didn't talk to you or expect you to understand complicated ideas.

Julianne looked at him and smiled again, that slow, leisurely smile that made his cock throb, and walked over to him. "So Robbie...what do you like for dessert?" Her hands rested on his chest, and she looked up at him, dark green eyes clear and confident in the lamplight.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Her hands slid slowly up to his shoulders, then one moved up to cup his cheek. "You can touch me, you know," she said with a smile.

With trembling hands, Robbie put his hands on her hips, and watched her face as she moved closer, finally touching her lips to his. His heart pounded in his ears, and although he didn't think his cock could get any harder, it proved him wrong and stiffened painfully in his jeans.

It wasn't a heavy kiss - just her lips, slightly opened, rubbing lightly on his, but it sent shock waves to his groin, and his hands tightened on her hips. Her hand slipped down to caress his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine. Her lips left his to hover at his ear, and he heard her say: "You're such a sweet boy. Can you tell me what you want?"

He inhaled sharply, and smelled the sweet, musky scent of what he knew would be Julianne for the rest of his life, and closed his eyes at the wash of warmth that spread over him. He laughed wryly. "Kneel at your feet?"

She hummed under her breath. "That can be arranged, sweet boy."



Robbie and Juilianne Pt. 02



And just like that—his heart thundered in his chest, and he knew that kneeling at Julianne's feet would be exactly what he'd need. Robbie drew his head back so he could look into her eyes and wonder at the confidence radiating from her, and felt her hand on his shoulder. She looked at him with a smile, then pressed down on his shoulder...until he dropped to his knees next to her. Her hand riffled through his hair, as she bent to pet him on the head. "Good boy," she said, and another thrill ran through Robbie, all the way down to his engorged cock. 

He was so tall that even on his knees his head reached her breasts, and he took full advantage of the position, nuzzling his way into her large bosom, his hands circling around her back to hold her close. She threaded her hands through his hair, and scraped his scalp with her long nails, sending another shock to his cock. Her hands tugged at his hair, pulling his head into her, and he felt a wash of intoxication through him. He'd never been into all that domination stuff, but right now, he felt like he would let her do—anything to him. On his knees next to her, this strong woman, his face buried in her soft breasts, he felt so safe and warm, and all the confusion of the past few days—hell, the past few years—just faded away.

She bent to his head, and kissed the top of his head. "It's okay, Robbie. I know." He closed his eyes and inhaled—her, feeling himself aroused and yet calm and peaceful. He turned his head to her breast and began to nuzzle. Her wrap dress had a deep vee neck, and his lips quickly found the warm soft inside of her breast. She reached down to her chest and pulled the dress a bit farther to the side, giving him access to her breast in its lacy bra.

His cock surged again as he began to nuzzle her breast in earnest, kissing and licking and sucking. Her soft hand stroked his cheek, and his heart pounded. Finally, his nuzzling was rewarded: her nipple, pebbly and erect, found its way to his mouth, and he began to suckle her breast. "That's it, baby," she crooned to him as he laved her nipple with his tongue and nibbled with his teeth. "That's my sweet boy. Suckle me." 

Robbie knew his knees should be aching by now, but all he could think about was burying himself in the softness of Julianne, of being comforted with her strength and confidence, of lying next to her and cuddling her close. Her arms circled his shoulders as she combed her fingers through his thick hair and held his head to her breast. He was lost in the sensation of suckling her breast when he felt her gently shaking his shoulders.

"Robbie, sweet boy, let's go lie down before your knees completely stop working, okay?" He nodded, reluctant to let her breast go, and she laughed in that low, sexy way she had. "You can have it back very soon, baby." He stood on shaky legs, more from his excitement than any discomfort to his knees, and let her lead him into the suite's bedroom. She stood him next to the bed and pulled his shirt over his head. She spent a moment smoothing her hands over his taut stomach and muscular chest, and Robbie was suddenly glad he'd spent so many hours at the gym, if it pleased Julianne to have him in shape.

She pushed him down gently onto the bed and took off his deck shoes like a child, then unbuttoned his khakis. There the resemblance to a child ended, as his cock bulged out the top of his boxer briefs. There was no doubt that he had a large cock, a full 9 inches erect, and thick enough that he could just grasp it around. Julianne prodded him up as she removed his pants, leaving him and his engorged cock in his boxer briefs sitting on the edge of the bed.

She stood before him in her dress and high-heeled sandals, so beautiful and mature, and he felt his desire for her grow. She reached up to the shoulders of her dress and simply—shrugged it off, and it slid down to her hips. She shimmied it off, and then stood proud before him, her body ripe and mature in matching black bra and panties. She didn't have the body of a 25-year old, but Robbie swallowed hard—he suddenly knew why "MILF" was a word that had entered the English language, because this was a mature woman he knew he'd love to fuck. He wished again that he was suave and confident, and knew how to tell her how lovely she was, how much he desired her, and exactly what those feelings he was having truly were. But there was no way he could describe it even if he had the nerve to tell her.

Lucky for Robbie, he didn't have to. Just as she had before, Julianne held out her hand to him, and he rose from the bed and took it. He was nervous, he was excited, but he found his cock starting to soften from all the uncertainty. She was so smart, so sexy, so confident. Would he be able to satisfy her? She smiled at him as if she could tell what he was thinking, and then folded his hand against her breast, and like that, his cock began to rise again. He bent to kiss her, his lips quivering against her smiling mouth, and she opened to him, as he slid his tongue inside, a feeble imitation of the thrusting he wanted to make with his hips and cock. 

Just as he began to thrust his tongue inside her mouth harder, she put her hand on his cheek and pulled away. Confused, he began to wonder what he'd done wrong when she pulled him to the bed, sliding onto the pillows at the head. He quickly followed, aroused to see her in a sitting position, her legs slightly spread, her arms opening to him. For a few minutes they kissed passionately, Robbie's cock throbbing against her leg; eventually, though, Julianne eased back and stroked Robbie's hair and face, and he slid down a bit, contentedly resting his head on her chest. The smell of her, the nearness, the soft full swell of her breasts excited him beyond all measure, and while he felt contented and safe, he was also enormously aroused. 

She eased him further down towards her right breast, and Robbie turned in her lap to nuzzle her breast through her bra. After a few minutes of kissing and nuzzling, however, he found that he could easily push it aside with his face, and so he did, finding her nipple, hard and pebbly beneath his lips. He began to suckle, feeling each tug of her nipple sent a shock down to his cock. He opened his mouth more, taking in larger and larger gulps of her breast, and then—with a move that about stopped his heart—he felt Julianne's hand begin to stroke his cock through his briefs. He groaned around her nipple, and felt her other hand cup his head as he suckled her. He hoped she liked his cock—it was large, and long, and hard as a rock at the moment. 

She fondled his cock for a moment, then stopped, and he moaned in disappointment. But her hand slipped inside his briefs and cupped his balls first, then began to stroke his cock. It was her thumb stroking over the head of his cock—wet with his pre-cum—that sent him crashing over the edge. With a thrust of his hips, he began to cum, bathing her hand with his hot, creamy load as he mumbled, "Mommy, mommy," against her breast. His head swam with excitement, and it wasn't until it cleared that he realized what he'd done. This beautiful, exciting woman—he'd cum in her hand, and called her mommy. He went cold lying there in her lap, his head cradled next to her breast, then hot with embarrassment. He kept his eyes closed, afraid of what she would think, what she would say.

"Mmmmm," she breathed, her lips against his hair, "what a sweet gift, my babyboy." He opened his eyes cautiously and looked up to see her looking down at him with a smile. 

"You're not shocked?" he asked, incredulous.

"Of course not, baby," she crooned to him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "You can call me mommy—I don't mind." She laughed a bit. "I think I'm just old enough to be your mother." 

Robbie struggled to sit up. "No, no," he blurted in embarrassment. "You're beautiful, so sexy, not like a mother at all!" Julianne laughed again. "I'm doing this all wrong," he moaned, miserable.

"No, you're not, babyboy," she said as she leaned toward him for a kiss. Robbie kissed her lips, frantic to have her understand. She leaned back, her hand coming up to stroke his face. "I understand, Robbie—you don't have to explain." The calm strength in her eyes made him feel so much better, and aroused all over again. He laid his head back down against her, unsure of what to do now. Her hand was still in his briefs, gently stroking his cock, which was growing again. He felt his breath shorten, and his heart begin to pound again. 

Julianne leaned down to kiss the top of his head again. "What do you want, babyboy?"

He turned his head to her breast again, burying his face in her sweet softness. He was embarrassed again, unsure all over again. He began to suckle again, hearing this time Julianne's breathing increase as he did so, wondering how he had missed that before, loving her arousal, wanting to give her more. He listened closely as he sucked harder, his own hands coming up to her breast, stroking and squeezing, and heard her panting as he fondled her, more and more firmly, feeling her stroking his cock harder, his cum acting as a lubricant for her hand.

Suddenly feeling brave, he tore his mouth from her nipple and whispered, "Mommy, I want to taste you." Julianne made a sound of pleasure and squeezed his cock in her hand.

"Please do, babyboy," she said softly. That was all it took. Robbie gave the breast he was suckling one last kiss, and then moved down between her legs.



Robbie and Juilianne Pt. 03



The day broke with the bright sunshine that you only see in Mexico the morning after a storm. The balcony doors were open, and Robbie could hear children playing and music from one of the pools below. He stretched in the bed, feeling wonderful and remembering every moment of the reason why. Julianne. Just as he thought her name, she came out of the bathroom dressed in a thick hotel robe, and she looked as fresh and lovely she had the night before. "Good morning sleepyhead," she said with a smile, "breakfast is on its way. Why don't you take a shower, and we'll have breakfast on the balcony?" 

"Sounds wonderful," Robbie said, and then added, because he was feeling horny and a little brave, "but I could have a little bit of you before breakfast." His cock was already hardening as he said it, but Julianne just laughed and shook her finger at him. 

"That will be enough of that, young man," she said with a stern look at him. "You need food. You have to keep up your strength for me." She smiled. "And no playing with yourself in the shower either. I want you to save that for me for later."

Minutes later in the shower, Robbie disobeyed just a little bit, soaping up his cock and stroking it as he remembered the night before. They had made love pretty hard, at least in Robbie's experience, and he had cum just as hard, filling her pussy with cum after he'd given her what he thought were at least two orgasms. Afterward, he had wondered for a moment about leaving to go to his own room but Julianne had pulled him close, and insisted he spoon her. Of course Robbie complied, feeling warm and wonderful as he slid in behind her, his half-hard cock fitting perfectly in the crack of her ass. 

He'd drifted off to sleep, and woke later to hear thunder and feel Julianne's mouth on his cock. While the lightning flashed and the thunder roared overhead, Julianne took control of his cock, her tongue swirling over the head, her hands cupping and squeezing his balls, even pushing his legs open to dip a finger into his ass, something Robbie had never had done to him before. He had to admit to himself this morning, his hands simply sliding over his cock, that most of this was a new experience for him. While he'd had sex plenty of times before, this felt different: more intentional and more pleasurable. Robbie didn't understand all of it, but he knew that the fact that Julianne was older than he was a huge turn on for him. 

As well as the rest of her. When she decided she was ready for his cock the night before, she simply mounted him, her body riding him as if he was a prized stallion, and in some ways, that's how he felt. She had ridden him, his cock firmly clenched in her pussy, her body shaking and shuddering with each orgasm. She would occasionally lean down and allow him a taste of those magnificent breasts, but this was her ride, and it was clear she intended to use his cock for her pleasure. He did everything he could to keep from cumming, not knowing if he would be able to keep his erection after another orgasm, so he tried thinking of everything he could to distract himself, but it was hard. Watching Julianne pleasure herself on his cock was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen. None of his girlfriends had ever taken such a deliberate approach to his cock or their own pleasure, and it was clear that Julianne was enjoying him. When she finally dismounted, it was to slide onto her stomach with her ass lifted slightly in the air. 

"Your turn, babyboy," she'd said, and Robbie leapt to fill her pussy with his cock. He had loved this position with Tori, but with Julianne, it wasn't as pleasurable as he'd remembered. Yes, she had a lovely ass, ripe and full, but he wanted to see her face and her tits as he fucked her. Either way, he didn't last long, and now that he could let go and cum, that's exactly what he did, squeezing the globes of Julianne's ass as he erupted inside her, stroking her and hearing her approving "That's it baby boy, that's it, yes, yes, good boy," as he gave her what she so obviously wanted.

This morning, it felt both like a dream and reality, he thought, as he turned off the water in the shower. He wanted more. He had another three days at the resort, and he knew from the conversation the night before that Julianne had a few days as well. He didn't know if he was going to be just her vacation boytoy, but if so, he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. After the vacation was over, he'd get back to reality and figure out what he was going to do for a job and a life. For now, he was just going to enjoy himself. 

He wrapped a big fluffy towel around his waist and left the bathroom, heading for the balcony and Julianne. She sat at the table on the balcony, breakfast spread in front of her, and Robbie felt his stomach growl. He had, of course, been worked very hard during the night and he was hungry, hungrier than he could remember for a long time. Julianne raised her face for a kiss, and Robbie gave it to her, then sat to her left where she indicated. She busied herself for a minute or two, filling his plate with eggs, bacon, and toast and heaping fruit into a big bowl that Robbie initially declined. "Oh no I insist," Julianne said. "You need to keep your strength up." Her sly smile made him feel little shy, but he took the bowl of fruit with a laugh. 

"If I have to, I'll feed it to you," she said with a frown and then a smile, and his cock jumped at the idea of her hand-feeding him the juicy fruit. The opening of another door at the end of the balcony startled him; he hadn't realized this was a shared balcony for a suite. A tall, silver-haired older man came out onto the balcony, and, for the first time, Robbie felt a little awkward in his towel. 

"Good morning, Princess," he said, as he leaned in to give Julianne's upraised lips a kiss, and then he looked at Robbie.

"Robbie, this is my friend David," Julianne said, and when David presented his hand for a handshake, Robbie took it automatically, feeling confused and a little chuffed at the same time. When Julianne had said she was in Mexico with a friend, Robbie had assumed it was a female friend. The kiss told him they were more than friends, but what man would leave a woman like Julianne alone to spend her evening in the bar?

Julianne offered breakfast to David, but he declined, taking only a cup of coffee. He sat at Julianne's right hand, and Robbie felt a bit jealous. It was clear the two of them had a close relationship. Julianne prepared David's coffee for him, and their hands touched briefly when she passed him his cup. David, for his part, looked at Julianne with the tender expression of a lover on his face, and Robbie felt uncomfortably like an outsider looking in. But then Julianne leaned over to Robbie and stroked his arm, and Robbie shivered, feeling her soft hand on his hard flesh, remembering how she had stroked his cock the night before. He didn't understand what was going on here, but he didn't know how or what to ask, so he just kept eating his breakfast.

Julianne played hostess, making sure Robbie had plenty of food and David had plenty of coffee, introducing the two men to each other. David was in construction as well, owning a commercial construction company based in Boulder. Robbie miserably acknowledged that David and Julianne lived near each other in the same town in Colorado, and he felt a little like a dream he didn't know he had was fading away. Even though Julianne invited Robbie to spend the day with her and David at a private beach, he knew that their time together would be limited by David's presence, and his dream of making love all day slowly slipped away.

She called David a friend. Did that mean they were lovers as well? Were they married? Did they live together? So many questions filled his mind that he stopped listening for a minute to Julianne's voice; when her phone rang and she looked at the display, she excused herself to take the call, leaving Robbie and David at the now-quiet table. Robbie continued to eat for a minute, wishing he felt could think of something to keep the conversation going, but conversation was not Robbie's strong suit.

David cleared his throat. "You must be feeling a bit confused right now, Robbie." Robbie nodded, the bite of eggs and bacon he had just taken sticking somewhere in his throat.

David laughed. "It's okay, son. I'd be confused too." David took a sip of coffee and swallowed. "She's an amazing woman, our Julianne," he said, turning his head to watch through the doors as Julianne paced her bedroom. Robbie followed his gaze... yes, she was. Even bundled in the bulky hotel robe, her face fresh and clean, she was beautiful. Looking at her, Robbie could remember her curves clearly, and how her skin felt under this hand. "I call her "princess," and that's exactly what she is." David went on, and Robbie looked back at the older man, who was looking quite stern now as he looked Robbie's direction. Robbie swallowed hard—was this where he was going to warn Robbie off?

"I want her happy," David said. And now he leaned forward to look at Robbie. "She called me this morning to tell me about you, telling me she had found a beautiful young man with a gorgeous cock and the stamina to use it." Robbie felt his spirit rise—Julianne had called this man to tell him about their night? That had to be a good thing. "I want her happy," David continued, "and if your cock makes her happy, you will give it to her as long as she wants." He sat back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee.

Robbie was now more confused than ever. Was this man not jealous of him? What was he saying? Robbie decided it was time to speak for himself, and he croaked out the one question he could verbalize: "Are you married to each other?" 

David laughed. "No, son," he said kindly. "We are good friends and she is my princess, but there is no one that will ever completely tie that woman down." He took another sip of his coffee. "I could never keep her satisfied, and I know that."

"But aren't you a bit—" Robbie didn't know how to put into words his next question. 

"—Jealous?" David finished for him, and shook his head. "Oh, sometimes I wish I could take care of all her needs," he said. "But I stopped being jealous along time ago. She's a force of nature, and I make sure she is kept happy. If that means a new cock every night, that's what she gets. Besides, at this point I get as much pleasure from watching her be pleasured as I do from pleasing myself. And I do watch," he added, with a look at Robbie. "And sometimes I participate." He let that sink in while he took another sip of coffee.

Robbie didn't know how to take that. He'd never been in any group sex, and didn't exactly know what that meant. But then David started talking about Julianne again, and Robbie's cock distracted him as David began to tell him about Julianne. 

"She loves cock," David said with another look in Julian's direction. "Loves it, like no woman I've ever seen before. She loves to suck it, she loves to fuck it, loves it rubbed all over her body. And she loves cum as well. But you already know that, don't you, son?" Robbie couldn't help but look at Julianne as David spoke. She was off the phone, and looked as if she was getting ready to get dressed. 

"You should go to her," David said, and Robbie looked back at him. David was still gazing at Julianne as he spoke. "Go in there and take that cock that you know is already starting to harden, and offer it to her for whatever she wants. She will take it, and she will love it." He looked back at Robbie, and for a moment the two men eyed each other. "You will give her what she wants, son, and I will see that she's happy." Robbie couldn't speak, lust for Julianne tightening his throat, and he was already rising to go to her as David finished speaking. "Give her pleasure, son," David said. And Robbie intended to do just that.

He went into the bedroom and Julianne turned around to him with a smile. Robbie unwrapped the towel from his waist, his cock jutting out from his body, already hard. He watched as Julianne's eyes fell to his hard dick, and she licked her lips. He said the only thing going through his mind at the moment: "Mommy, please suck my cock," and Julianne made a hum of pleasure in her throat. 

She sat on the bench at the end of the bed and beckoned him closer. Robbie took the final step towards her, his hard cock in his hand. She leaned forward, opening her mouth slightly, and Robbie slid his cock into heaven, barely noticing as David entered the room, a cup of coffee in his hand, to sit in the chair at the side of the bed. All Robbie could concentrate on was the feeling of Julianne's mouth as she sucked and licked and swirled his cock around her mouth, kissing the tip, then licking it and sliding it all the way to the back of her throat. Robbie could feel the head first nudging the back of her throat, and then it slid further in, and he shivered. He'd never felt his cock this deep in a woman's mouth, her lips at the base, and he knew he was in her throat. He didn't understand how she'd managed it, but at the moment, he didn't care. He didn't know what to do with his hands, and they hung limply at his sides, until Julianne took one and lifted it to the back of her head. Robbie knew that she wanted him to hold her head while he fucked her mouth, but he was afraid to hurt her with his big hard cock. He started slowly, moving his hips and stroking her mouth, but she gulped his cock down, and he groaned and stroked harder. In a short minute, he was holding her head and fucking her mouth, moaning "Mommy mommy mommy" as he did. When he could hear her humming her pleasure, he opened his eyes and saw that her hand was between her own legs, stroking her clit, and that almost did him in.

When he finally felt he could take it no more, he pulled out of her mouth, wanting desperately to be inside her pussy. He pushed her back onto the bed and spent a few seconds arranging her just as he liked, the robe still belted around her waist, the bottom halves of the robe pulled back to frame her gorgeous pussy, the top spread open with her breasts spilling out. Laid back like that, she looked like a beautiful whore there just for his pleasure, and it took only one stroke into her for him to feel his balls boiling. He felt her shudder and shake as an orgasm took her, and he felt her pussy muscles clench around him. And that was all it took. He felt his cock twitch and jerk inside the walls of her pussy, and then felt the cum erupt from him in spurts, felt the boiling hot cum pooling around the head of his cock inside her pussy, and his last few strokes made squelching noises as he filled her up.

He collapsed at her side panting, intending to rest for just a moment, his now-limp cock leaving a trail of cum on her thigh as it rested there. She turned toward him slightly, her breast falling out of the robe, and Robbie took the puffy brown-pink nipple in his mouth, suckling gently. Her hand came down to his head, her fingers threading through his hair as he settled in to nurse. Sleep immediately overcame him, but he roused a few minutes later as he felt the bed move to see David's head bobbing between Julianne's thighs. David drifted off again, suckling gently on Julianne's nipple, feeling as if he was floating. He felt David lick his cock gently, but he was too tired to even be alarmed at his first sensation of a man's mouth on his cock.

When he awoke half hour later it was to feel Julianne petting his head as he continued to suckle her breast. David was gone, and this time Robbie was fully awake, as was his cock. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes to see if she looked interested. She was smiling at him as if she knew what he wanted. "Oh yes, babyboy," she said with a laugh, "I want you again too." 

Robbie moved between her legs and slid his cock into her still warm and wet pussy, pulling her legs up and bending her knees back against her belly. She felt amazing. "Are you sore?" he asked, a bit worried. 

Julianne laughed. "I probably will be later," she said, "but I'm willing to risk it. You feel so good inside me, babyboy."

Robbie always felt a little shy talking during sex, but he found he wanted to talk to Julianne. "Your pussy feels so good," he said, a little awkwardly. 

Julianne laughed, and Robbie could feel the muscles around him clench as she did so. "Babyboy, when your cock is inside it, it's not really a pussy anymore. It's a cunt." 

Robbie felt himself get harder inside her pussy—no, cunt—as Julianne said this; he found the contrast between the beautiful and elegant woman of the night before and this morning, and the ravenous slut she was with her legs open, to be so exciting. He wondered how she felt about that, wondered what she would think if he called her a slut while they made love, wondered if she would get mad. He wanted to ask, but knew this was not the time. Instead he focused on her, for the first time moving a bit as he stroked her, watching her face as he stroked differently, hearing her intake of breath as he moved his cock in a different way. He listened as she moaned and talked to him, watching her face and its expressions to see what pleasured her, and he began to understand what David had said. Pleasing her, watching to see when she was pleasured the most, felt as good as pleasuring himself. And when she told him to cum, he felt an obligation to do so, felt more that he was giving her what she wanted then getting permission to do what he wanted. He poured his cum inside her, stroking hard, and feeling proud that he had pleased her one more time.

-

Later, in his room he thought of her again, as he quickly showered and put on swim shorts and a T-shirt. She had made it clear he was to go with her and David to the private beach she had mentioned, and she wouldn't take no for an answer.

They made a nice couple, he thought as he joined them in the lobby a few minutes later. David was tall and tanned and fit, and distinguished as only men in their 60s can be, and Julianne looked much younger, pretty in a flowered strapless sarong and strappy flat sandals. For a moment, he felt young and unsophisticated and awkward, but then Julianne's eyes lit up when she saw him, and David smiled, and Robbie's heart skipped a beat as he joined them in the lobby. Julianne tucked her hands into the arm of each man and beamed. "I am ready for a day with my two handsome men," she said, and smiled at both of them. Robbie still didn't understand the dynamics of what was happening, but Julianne was smiling at him, and the day had such promise. 

David drove them to the private beach in an open Land Rover, and Robbie sat in the back looking at the scenery as they went. David had explained that a client of his owned a share of the beach and had given them permission to use it while they visited. There were a few other cars parked in a gravel lot surrounded by trees, and David led them through the trees and down the path, and then the trees opened to show a small cove, clean and barely occupied. The sand went all the way down to the water, and there was a small shack at one side; a few people were lying on blankets and beach chairs covered by umbrellas. David had explained that clothes were optional on the private beach, but Robbie had never been on a nude beach before. He didn't really see the allure or know the protocol, but he knew that seeing Julianne's naked body spread out on a blanket under the sun would be worth any discomfort he might feel. 

One of the blankets was occupied by two young bronzed men, their muscled bodies ripped better than anyone Robbie'd ever seen at his gym. They were naked, and Robbie tried not to stare. One of them had tattoos and pierced nipples and, Robbie was alarmed to see, a pierced cock. Even as he looked, he felt his own cock shrink a little at what he considered unimaginable pain. Since it was clear the man had made his body a work of art to be admired, Robbie didn't feel too rude staring, but as he looked curiously at the tattoos, he saw the other man's hand slide over the Pierced Guy's chest, flicking as his hand went over the nipple rings, and he looked up to see them both looking in his direction, a fact which made him a bit uncomfortable. 




Robbie and Juilianne Pt. 03



He looked away to see one of the other couples occupying a blanket. This one held a woman, and Robbie, as any heterosexual man would be, was interested to see her naked. Her breasts were clearly augmented, and Robbie gave a proud glance at Julianne and her natural breasts. As they neared the couple, he realized with shock that she was older, probably in her 60s, but her tanned body was that of a woman much younger than she; obviously, she'd had a lot of work done. The man with her was just as tan, but was much, much younger, younger even than Robbie. This time it was the woman who had a possessive hand on the young man, who lay in the sun with his eyes closed. She was scraping the skin of his abdomen lightly with her nails, as she watched them approach. The young man's naked cock was semi-hard. Robbie looked up to see the woman's eyes on him as she caressed her partner. He felt a little creeped out, to tell the truth.

Julianne still held his hand lightly, and she exclaimed about the private beach and the cove pointing out how blue the water was. Robbie wanted more than anything to swim, and Julianne urged him to do so while she and David set up their blanket. Robbie stripped off his shirt and gave it and his sandals to Julianne, who assured him she'd be okay while he swam. Robbie ran to the edge of the water, waded in, and then dove, swimming out as far as he could. He loved water, loved the feeling of the sun warming his skin. He swam for half an hour, feeling his arms growing tired, before heading back in. He could see where David and Julianne had placed a blanket, a large umbrella shading much of it. Julianne had told him that she did not lay out in the sun because of how it affected a woman's skin, and Robbie approved: he loved how soft Julianne's skin was. As he approached the blanket he could see that Julianne lay back, reclining a small beach chair down on the blanket, her sarong parted and David's face between her thighs. Julianne idly stroked David's hair as he licked her pussy. Robbie felt his cock begin to harden again as he watched. Julianne saw him and smiled in his direction, and Robbie heard her say something to David. David stayed where he was, but turned and looked at Robbie, who was aroused to see David's finger continuing to stroke in and out of Julianne's pussy.

"Hello babyboy," Julianne purred. "Did you enjoy your swim?" Robbie could only nod, the sight of David stroking Julianne's pussy with his fingers taking Robbie's breath away

"She's just about ready for you, son," David said, as Robbie approached, checking out the people around them before stripping off his wet and clammy swim trunks. For a moment, he just enjoyed the new and novel feeling of the sun on his bare ass. David rolled to Julianne's side after taking his fingers out of Julianne's pussy, then he licked his fingers off and helped Julianne lay flat on her back. He carefully unwrapped the top of her sarong, freeing her breasts from the cloth. Robbie approved, loving the way Julianne's breasts looked against the brightly patterned fabric. He knelt between her legs, watching her smile approvingly at him, and then he focused on her pussy, glistening wet and bare, as he placed the head of his now-hard cock at her pussy lips. He watched as she and David shared a deep kiss, hearing Julianne's hum of pleasure at her taste of herself on David's lips.

Then he pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, and, as always, felt he had entered heaven. He stayed on his knees, spreading Julianne's legs and fitting himself deep inside her pussy—no, her cunt—feeling his cock rub the inside of her pussy as he did so. He heard her intake of breath and realized that David was suckling her breast as Robbie entered her. When he slid his cock in further, he felt the engorged head rub the ridged vault of her pussy, and heard her moan, "Oh yes, babyboy, yes, just there." Robbie realized he had done something good, although he didn't know what. Julianne was happy, though, so he did it again, stroking exactly as he had just before. Julianne moaned again in pleasure, and Robbie resolved inside himself to do what ever it is it was he had done over and over again until he couldn't move anymore. 

David raised his mouth from Julianne's nipple and spoke. "You're rubbing her g-spot, son," he told David. "She loves that." Robbie had heard of a g-spot but didn't really know what it was, but if it was something Julianne liked, he would rub it forever. He continued doing exactly that, stroking slowly and pulling his hips up as he did so. Julianne began to moan faster, and Robbie could hear her breathing harder, so he began to stroke a bit harder and faster as well. He could feel his balls drawing up as he became more excited, but he didn't want to cum; he wanted to keep pleasuring her as long as he could. She was clearly nearing an orgasm, and Robbie was a bit startled to see David's hand slide down her stomach to her pussy. I'm not ready for this, he thought, what will I do if he touches me? But David's middle finger came to rest on her clit, and as Julianne's moans came faster, David pressed lightly on her clit, stroking and flicking. Robbie stroked, David pressed, and Julianne came hard, her body lifting off the blanket, her nipples tight and hard, her hands clenching fistfuls of the soft blanket fabric as she tumbled over the edge. Robbie could feel her cunt muscles clenching his cock and, although he tried to hold back, he couldn't; his hips jerking as he fucked her, bucking against her body, the cum exploded out of his cock into her pussy.

He sagged against her knees weakly as his cock drained its cum into her. She held out her left arm to him, and he lay down next to her in the sun. This time, he was not surprised at all when David lay down between her thighs and began to clean Robbie's cum out of Julianne's pussy. In fact, he raised up on one elbow and watched David licking and slurping, Julianne's hand on his head, her eyes closed she enjoyed her lover's tongue in the warm Mexican air. 

After a few minutes David rose up between her thighs, and slid his cock into Julianne. Robbie watched David's face as his cock entered Julianne's warm and wet pussy, and Robbie knew the pleasure David was feeling as he slid into that heavenly tunnel. 

David leaned down on his left elbow and kissed Julianne. "Oh yes, Princess, you feel so good inside. My cock feels so good inside you. He's given you so much cum, hasn't he?" Julianne's eyes were closed but she was smiling, and she nodded in response to David's question. 

"You love his cock inside you, don't you, Princess?" David asked, and Robbie watched Julianne nod again, proud he'd given her pleasure. Her lips curved up in a smile as Robbie leaned over to suckle on her left breast, and her hand came around to caress his head. David continued to stroke his cock in and out of her pussy and speak to her. "Oh, my Princess," he said, "you love it when daddy fucks you after you've been fucked, don't you? You love daddy watching you get fucked, don't you?" Julianne smiled again, and this time David leaned in close to kiss her lips. 

Robbie suckled as he listened to David, feeling his cock grow harder again. "He's going to fuck you again, Princess, you know that, don't you? You know after daddy cums inside you, your babyboy is going to fuck you again, and you're going to love it aren't you?"

Julianne's hips were moving now, thrusting up to meet David's as he stroked his cock inside her, and Robbie could hear her breathing increase, and he marveled at the appetite of this beautiful woman. "That's it, my Princess, you want to cum again don't you? Come for daddy Princess," David crooned to her, "come for daddy." 

And Robbie watched as Julianne did just that, arching her body as she orgasmed around David's cock, and Robbie heard David groan as he felt her cunt muscles clench him tightly, and then Robbie watched as David came too, bathing Julianne's drenched pussy in more cum.



Robbie and Nora



18 year-old Robbie Clark grinned in anticipation as he pulled his vintage Porsche 911 into the driveway of his girlfriend's parent's mansion in exclusive Fox Chapel. Life was good. It was the first day of spring break in his senior year of high school and he planned to spend as much of it as he could with his girlfriend Katie.

Robbie and Katie were the "golden couple" at their posh day school. Robbie was the star of the soccer and lacrosse teams, and Katie excelled at those sports as well. Robbie was 6' 3" and 180 pounds of lean, corded muscle. Blond hair to his shoulders and deep blue eyes. Katie was 5' 9", 115 pounds, with a toned 34B-24-32 figure.

Robbie bounded up the stairs and knocked on the door. Katie's mom, Nora answered.

"Hi, Mrs. Doherty," said Robbie. "Is Katie around?"

"Oh, Robbie...no. She and her dad went south to visit colleges. They'll be gone all week. Didn't she tell you?"

Robbie pulled out his phone. "Phone's dead," he said. "I imagine that there'll be a message when I charge it up. Well, I guess I'll shove off, then."

"Robbie, wait," said Mrs. Doherty. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. Would you please come in?"

Robbie hesitated. Katie's mother had always intimidated him a little. Part of it was her wealth (although Robbie's family was just as wealthy) but a bigger part of it was her looks. At 42, she was, quite simply, stunning. A little shorter than Katie, she had shoulder-length brown hair, a tight 34C-26-34 figure, and a tight, marble-hard ass. Even dressed in jeans and a patterned tank top, she looked formidable.

"Uh, sure," Robbie said, following her inside.

"Come, sit," said Mrs. Doherty, leading him into the beautifully furnished living room.

"Well, Robbie," began Mrs. Doherty, "how to put this? Last Saturday night, I heard noises coming from the den and came down to investigate. I saw you and Katie fucking on the floor in front of the TV."

"Oh, geez—listen, Mrs. Doherty, I..."

"I'm not done, Robbie," she said, cutting him off. "I could see your young bodies writhing on the floor, bathed in the light of the TV...you two looked so sexy, like young gods."

Robbie couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I could see the smooth muscles in your back working. Your triceps bulging as you supported yourself. Most of all, I could see your tight little ass flexing as thrust into my little girl. It was so, so sexy...I literally came watching you two. And ever since, I've been fantasizing that it was me you were fucking."

Robbie couldn't respond. Not verbally, anyway. But there was definitely one part of him that was responding.

"The only bad part of the whole experience, Robbie, was that I couldn't see the front of you. How'd you like to totally fulfill my fantasy?"

Robbie's mind hit overload. He could've sworn that his girlfriend's mom had just asked to see him naked. And from there, he figured...

"Wh-wh-what about Katie?" he stammered.

"Well, now, she's out of town. I don't think she'd need to know. So, what do you say?" she said, moving closer to him.

Robbie couldn't respond as she ran her hand across his shoulder and down his arm. Her other hand drifted across the front of his jeans.

"Oh, my," chuckled Mrs. Doherty. "Someone's interested."

"Mrs. Doherty..."

"Come now, lover—don't you think you should call me Nora?" With that, she wrapped her hands around Robbie's back, and pulled him in for a deep, soulful kiss. Their tongues met and they explored each other's mouths.

"I'm not in the mood for foreplay, stud," said Nora. "Maybe later. But right now I want you to fuck me like you fucked Katie. Fuck her mother as well as you fucked her."

With that, she pulled off Robbie's shirt. She gasped as she gazed at his body. It was perfect. Smooth and toned. A six-pack abdomen. She kissed his chest, taking time to suck and bite his nipples. Her kisses trailed down his stomach, and she couldn't resist licking the cuts in his abs.

As she reached his waist, she paused and looked up at Robbie reverently. "I think I'm gonna like what I find in here," she said as she unbuttoned his jeans. 

Working his pants down his lean hips, she continued kissing his upper thighs. His pants hit the floor and Robbie stood above her.

"Dear God," Nora said, taking in the sight of his eight-inch cock. "Could Katie take all of that?"

"Not really, no," said Robbie. "No one ever has."

"Well, I'm gonna give it a hell of a try," said Nora, peeling off her tank top, jeans and panties.

Nora lay on her back, gazing up at the young stud before her. "All right, lover—give me what you've got."

Robbie mounted her, slowly working his cock into her pussy. For a 42 year-old woman, she was incredibly tight. He stopped when he bottomed out in Nora.

"You took it all, babe," Robbie said. "You've got all of my eight inches in you."

"All right then, young stud—give me a good fucking."

He did. He began thrusting in and out. Nora grabbed his tight ass and tried to pull him even deeper into her.

"Oh, that's good, young stud...so good."

"You like fucking your daughter's boyfriend?"

"So much...God, this feels good."

"Oh, Nora, you're so tight..."

"Keep fucking me...I'm getting close..." Nora began whimpering before letting out a loud growl as her orgasm washed over her.

Their bodies both glistened with sweat as Robbie kept up his assault on Nora. Their eyes locked as they mated, swept up in the emotion of two highly sexual beings fucking at the top of their games.

"Robbie..." Nora panted. "No one is sexier than we are right now. No one! As beautiful as you and Katie looked, we look better! Fuck me, my beautiful young god!"

"I'm getting close, Nora," Robbie said. "Where do you want it?"

"In me, my love! Always in me! Give me your seed!"

With a savage growl, Robbie erupted. Streams of cum shot into Nora's womb. They remained locked in a lover's embrace even as he finished.

"Oh, love," said Nora. "That was incredible. I'd ask you to stay, but your parents are probably expecting you..."

"Nora," Robbie said, "my parents are in the Bahamas all week. I don't have to be anywhere."

"Does that mean...?"

"I think it does," said Robbie, already becoming hard again.