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Tricia

By: Bling



I had fantasised about watching my wife Tricia making love to another man, practically since we met. Over the years, the fantasy had become a regular part of our love life. I would ask her to describe an erotic encounter she’d had recently, so she’d make up a story that would make me come pretty violently - within a few minutes.

She seemed pretty turned on by these stories too, but she normally told them at the end of a long love making session and was by then, very satisfied herself anyway.

As an example of the kind of experience she’d make up (I assume she made them up!) one of our favourites was when she went to the hairdresser. He took her to a private room and started on a facial, which required her to close her eyes under the mask treatment. 

She’s lost in thought when she feels a hand slowly massaging her bare legs, rising gradually higher and higher towards her short skirt resting at the top of her thighs. The unreality of the situation causes a dreamlike quality and she doesn’t really feel the need to resist. She’s relaxed, languid and enjoying the sensation of the hand as it gently – very gently – strokes and probes, strokes and probes.

The hand works itself up to her white and lacy panties, that are by this time showing a tell tale dark, moist slit along the middle as she’s beginning to be very turned on by the hand and it stokes and probes. The hand gently parts the panties and begins to tease her by touching with little butterfly strokes all round her pussy. Never really touching, just teasing.

Her pussy is covered by a fuzz of very fine, blonde hair, which she keeps trimmed. The result is that it can be seen very clearly and explicitly by who ever might be observing her excitement. She’s also very wet, by now, her pussy slick and succulent to the touch.

By then, she’s squirming in the seat and couldn’t stop the hand, no matter what. The hand gently hints that it would like her to lift her gorgeous velvet bottom off the chair so it can remove her panties, which are truly soaked by this time. She has no choice but to comply and the hand continues to stroke and probe and tease.

Then she feels the unmistakable feel of breath gently blowing into the folds and secrets of her luscious pussy, followed by a lapping tongue on her engorged clitoris. She shudders with her first orgasm, but the person isn’t finished yet with their skilful seduction.

Her eyes are still closed as she hears the erotic sound of a belt buckle being undone, followed by the whisper of trousers falling to the floor. Then the tip of what can only be a penis brushing her distended outer pussy lips. She moves her pussy towards it, a brief flash of guilt passing through her mind – this is a real penis she’s allowing to invade her, not a dream. But she can’t stop now and with a gasp, raises her hips to meet the challenge. The gasp gains in strength as she realises just how big the challenge is. It feels as thick a Coke can.

A light sweat is now apparent on her flushed face, as she strains to take the cock inside her tight pussy. But with a few lubricating thrusts, she manages it – it’s only about 7 inches long, thank heavens, just very thick.

The penis pumps in and out, with its owner rotating his hips on each thrust to give her a really full feeling. Suddenly she feels another orgasm building, building - building to a crescendo as she comes long and wetly on the penis. At the same time, she feels it quivering and exploding sperm into her tightly stretched pussy, adding to her own copious moisture.

After a few moments of stillness, the penis starts to shrink and withdraw from her pussy and all’s still for a moment in the blissful aftermath of great fuck. But it’s not over quite yet. She feels that hot tongue come back and start cleaning up their combined juices, as well as taking the opportunity to gently lick and stimulate her clit to another, quieter, but intense orgasm.

Then she feels her panties pulled back up, her skirt smoothed down and the door gently click open and shut.

A few moments later Rory, her facial man, removes the mask and smiles at her, asking innocently if she enjoyed her facial. She blushes and wonders if she had imagined the whole thing, until she feels a last gloop of cum fall out of her still stretched pussy. 

Tricia is always flushed when she comes home from the hairdresser, which makes the story even more realistic – but a facial does make you flush, as she says. Doesn’t it? 

Tricia



Pretty much everyone knows about Stockholm Syndrome - the name given to the condition that occurs when a hostage befriends or starts to feel compassion for his or her captor. I wonder if there is a similar syndrome for rape victims? I watched my wife being raped but she never told me about it and never reported it to the authorities. And even though I know she can't stand the asshole I know that she has seen him at least twice more.

Trisha and I have a cabin up in the mountains. It isn't much, just a place for weekend getaways. We get up there once every six weeks or so and when we are there Trisha usually lays out and soaks up the sun while I take our two boys and go rock climbing. We have a neighbor who is semi-retired and who lives on the mountain full time. Trisha can't stand Archie and I don't know why. I can only guess that it might have been because Archie is black 

When we bought the property and were surveying to build Archie came over and introduced himself and started giving up pointers on what to avoid when building in the mountains. He was extremely helpful and put us in touch with all of the right people to get all of the necessary clearances and permits. During the construction phase Archie was the self appointed watchdog over our property and was twice able to stop the theft of our building materials. Even though the boys and I liked Archie and considered him a friend Trisha never did cotton to him. The trouble was that she didn't hide it.

It was the first weekend in October and the weather was unseasonably warm for that time of the year. The boys and I had packed a lunch, filled our canteens and had headed out for a rock outcropping that we wanted to try and climb. As we left Trisha was spreading her blanket and getting ready to catch some rays. I told her to be careful, "Don't forget what the sun can do to you at this altitude" and then I kissed her and the boys and I set out. We saw Archie sitting on his front porch and we waved as we passed by and he waved back.

It was about twenty-five minutes later when we topped a ridge that overlooked the site of our cabin and we sat down to take a break. I put my binoculars to my eyes and looked for our cabin and when I found it I focused in on it. Trisha was lying on her back on her blanket with her arm over her eyes to block the sun. I sat there drinking in the sight of my sexy wife in her bikini bathing suit. I was just about to put the binoculars down when I saw Trisha suddenly sit up and look to her left. I panned left with the glasses and saw Archie walking toward her. Trisha sat there and watched him approach and when he got to her they started talking to each other. After a minute or so I saw anger on Trisha's face and she scrambled to get up off the blanket. She said something to Archie and turned to walk away from him, but Archie's arm shot out and grabbed the back strap of Trisha's bikini top and he jerked her back. He spun her around and said something and Trisha slapped his face. Archie spun her around, forced her down on the blanket and then sat down on top of her. 

Trisha was fighting to get out from under him and even though I couldn't hear her I could tell she was screaming, not that it would do any good, except for Archie our nearest neighbor was two miles away. Archie took out his pocketknife and cut Trisha's bikini bottoms off of her and tossed them aside and suddenly a cold fear gripped my heart as I realized what I was seeing and that there wasn't a damned thing that I could do about it. It was too far away to run back in time to stop anything and too far away for me to yell and have Archie hear me. If I jumped up and down, waved my arms and screamed to try and get his attention all I would accomplish would to bring the boys over and then they would use their binoculars to see what was going on. I didn't think that it would be a good thing for a twelve and a thirteen-year-old to see their mother being raped. All I could do was watch and observe everything possible so I could give the police an accurate statement.

Archie tossed Trisha's bikini bottoms aside and then he unzipped himself and pulled out his black cock. He got off Trisha, pulled her up on her knees and then he took her from behind. He fucked her for almost five minutes before I saw him pull away and I saw his soft cock fall out of her. He looked down at Trisha, still on her hands and knees and said something. I saw Trisha say something and her shake her head no. Archie undid his belt and stepped out of his trousers and said something and again Trisha seemed to respond in the negative. Archie walked around in front of her, reached down and grabbed a handful of Trisha's hair and jerked her head up. He pushed his cock toward Trisha's mouth and she turned her head aside. Archie jerked her hair real hard and when Trisha opened her mouth to scream Archie pushed his cock between her lips. Then he held her head in both hands and fucked her face and as much as it pains me to admit it I found that her white face and his black cock had a certain erotic symmetry to it. That went on for several minutes and then Archie let go of her head and stepped back from her and I saw that he was hard again. He said something to Trisha and I saw her look up at her with pure hatred on her face and say something back to him. Archie went to his knees next to her, pushed her over on her back and grabbed an ankle in each hand. He said something and Trisha spit up at him. Archie forced her legs apart, lifted them up on his shoulders and plunged his cock into her pussy. 

It took Archie almost ten minutes to cum the second time and for almost five minutes of that time Trisha just laid there with her eyes closed and her hands clenched into little fists. Suddenly her eyes shot open and I saw the horror cross her face as she realized that her body was starting to respond to Archie's assault. Her hands unclenched and I saw her start to reach up to take hold of Archie's ass cheeks and I can only marvel at the will power that Trisha must have had to be able at the last second to pull them back, but I knew that Archie's cock was getting to her. Her head was moving from side to side and even though I couldn't hear I knew she was moaning. I thanked God that her legs were up on Archie's shoulders because I don't think I could have taken seeing them come up and lock around him. The boys started hollering, "Come on dad, let's get going." I told them that I had a charley horse in one leg and told them to go on without me. I'll just stay here and try to work it out until you get back."

Down at the cabin Archie was banging into Trisha and I could see that she was pushing her ass up at him and that she had finally grabbed his ass with her hands. She was looking up at him with a mixture of anger and lust on her face even as the two of them fucked each other. Finally it was over and Archie lifted himself off Trisha and stood there looking down at her while he stroked his cock a couple of times. Trisha was on the blanket watching him as he walked into our cabin. She made no move to get up when he came back with a couple of beers and held one down to her. She just stared up at him for several seconds and then she reached up and took it from him. She sat up to drink it and I watched as the two of them drank the beer and looked at each other. Trisha finished her beer and tossed the bottle aside and started to stand up. Archie said something and Trisha said something and shook her head no. Archie said something and again Trisha answered and I saw her head shake no. Archie stood up and took a step toward Trisha and she hurriedly took off her bikini top and dropped it to the ground. More words were said and then Trisha looked around, as if hoping someone would come and help her. There was no one of course and she got up and walked over to where Archie was setting and knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hand. She stroked him a couple of times and then she lowered her head and began sucking on him. It took Trisha almost five minutes to get him off and even from as far away as I was I could see the cum running down her chin. Then Archie did the totally unexpected - he leaned down and kissed Trisha. It surprised her as much as it surprised me and I saw her head jerk away from his. Archie said something and after a moment of hesitation Trisha leaned forward and Archie kissed her again. Archie said something and Trisha sat down in front to him. She was still between his legs and he was saying something to her. After a minute or so I saw her lean sideways and rest her head on his leg. 

The two of them sat there like that for several minutes and neither of them moved or said anything. Then I saw Trisha's hand come up and take hold of Archie's soft cock. She just sat there and held it and in a minute or so it started to grow again. Trisha looked up at Archie, who hadn't said a word, and then she leaned forward and began sucking his cock. A couple of minutes later she stood up and walked over to the picnic table, leaned forward over it, spread her legs and then she looked back to see if Archie was coming. I heard the boys coming back and the last thing I saw before putting my field glasses back in their leather case was Archie taking Trisha from behind as she was bent forward over the picnic table.

When the boys came back they found me leaning against a tree. They asked me how I was and I told them that I had managed to work the charley horse out of my leg. While leaning against the tree and waiting for my sons I tried to come to grips with what I had just seen. That it had been a rape I was sure of. But had it still been a rape when she had sucked his cock hard and then walked over to the picnic table? That I wasn't so sure of. It had looked to me like Trisha was the instigator of the last blow job and she had walked to the picnic table and had looked back at Archie like she was inviting him to join her. Those last five minutes changed everything for me.

I had planned on going back to the cabin, loading everybody up and then driving into town where I would call the sheriff. I had assumed that I would find a crying wife when I got back to the cabin and that she would tell her story to the authorities, but given the last five minutes of what I saw I wasn't so sure. Suddenly I had no idea of what would be waiting for me when I got back to the cabin.

I didn't see Archie at his place when we walked by it and I wondered if he was still at our cabin. Then I wondered if he'd lost track of time and he was still at it with Trisha and what the boys and I might walk up on. I considered turning back and hiking for another hour if for no other reason that to spare the boys the sight of their mother being fucked by a black man, but then they made the decision for me - they took off running for the cabin. I suppose that I could have run with them, but I didn't. I guess I was afraid of what I was going to find when I got there and I wanted to put it off as long as possible, even if only for a few more minutes. I wasn't afraid of a confrontation with Archie, I just didn't want to have in front of the boys, but if he was still there I didn't see how I could avoid it. But then I hadn't counted on finding what I found when I reached the cabin.

Trisha and Archie were sitting on the fold up lawn chairs drinking beer when I walked up. The cut up bikini was nowhere in sight and Trisha gave no indication of what had happened to her. The only sign that things were not quite normal was Archie getting up to leave when I got there since he usually liked to talk with me. I watched Trisha as he walked away and the expression on her face was neutral, but as soon as he was out of earshot she turned to me and said, "I've never liked that black son of a bitch and today he..." and whatever else she was going to say didn't come out as the boys came running up wanting to know what was for dinner.

I wondered if I would hear anything after the boys bedded down for the night and fell asleep. Given that Trisha had been raped - and there was no doubt in my mind that she had been - I would have expected her to be screaming at Archie when I got to the cabin, not sitting and drinking beer. Then I recalled the last five minutes of what I'd seen and I wondered if I would ever hear about her afternoon. I had made up my mind that I wasn't going to say anything, at least just not yet, because deep down inside there was a part of me that just had to know if she would tell me.

She not only did not say anything that night she said that she did not want to make love. That was a first! Before on our trips to the cabin we always made love. Trisha always said that the mountain air made her exceptionally horny, but not that night. There were a couple of opportunities for us to talk the next day while the boys were off running around, but she never said a word. That afternoon I took the boys and went into town to get some things from the hardware store. We were gone about three hours and when we got back to the cabin as I pulled up to park I saw Archie heading back to his place. Trisha never said a word to me about his visit and on a hunch I checked the dirty clothes bag while she was outside with the boys and I was not really surprised when I found a pair of her panties with a crotch that was soaking wet. 

I began to wonder if Trisha was really raped the day I had watched. Did she have a side I didn't know about? Was she maybe into rough sex and some how Archie had found out? Was what I saw the first time for the two of them? Was her dislike of Archie just camouflage to keep me from suspecting what the two of them were doing? The only thing I was sure of was that if she didn't bring up what had happened I would and if I had to be the one I wasn't sure that our marriage would survive.

The next day was our last day and the boys wanted to go hiking. We set off, leaving Trisha behind to get things ready to pack into the car. When we got to the spot from where I had watched the supposed rape I sent the boys on ahead and got out my field glasses. I didn't know if I was wasting my time or not. Archie might have gone over as soon as we passed by his place and if he did and they went inside I'd never see it. I sat there with the glasses trained on the cabin for almost an hour before I saw the cabin door open and Archie come out. He stood there a moment, looking around, and then Trisha appeared in the doorway behind him - she was naked! Archie turned and said something to her and then he walked toward his place. Trisha stood in the door and watched until he was out of sight and then she went back into the cabin.

I heard the boys coming back and I put the binoculars away and got ready to walk back to the cabin and the confrontation with Trisha that was probably going to end my marriage.



Tricia



A small romance about two people destined to meet, but who keep just missing each other. A memorable day, a beautiful woman, and an ugly scar, who could ask for more? Enjoy. Jb7

Tricia

Jared Wilkins, 34, was more or less satisfied with his life. He had a career he liked, was good at, and paid well, for now. He was, from his point of view, successfully balancing, relationships (with benefits) with three, and sometimes, four very attractive women. He had a nice condo, in a popular, up-scale neighborhood, drove a British sports car which reflected his financial status, and lived alone. Living in the western suburbs of Chicago gave him access to some of the world's finest entertainment, food, and cultural events, resulting in a fairly busy social life, with a group of friends, similar in age, interests and status.

His condo was one of four in the 1930's vintage building he owned. Originally, the building had housed eight 'two' bedroom apartments; the second, little more than an eight by ten walk in closet. When they were converted to condominiums, the eight apartments were turned into four, two-story three bedroom condos. At street level, were the living/eating areas of the two lower condos (1A and 1B); the next two levels were sleeping quarters, with the top level, the living/eating quarters for the upper dwellings (2A and 2B (Jared's)). 

He shared the upper level with a pair of young professional women with social lives as active and varied as his own. They had hosted each other at large parties, and for small dinner gatherings, occasionally with dates for all of them, sometimes just the three of them, very occasionally, overnight. As sometimes happens, due to career demands, and the vagaries of their social lives, it had been several weeks, nearly four months, since they had the opportunity to do more than wave in passing.

If you are familiar with Chicago weather, when the day is described as a glorious May Friday, you will understand why Jared felt so up beat coming home that afternoon. Added to the weather, he had just signed a contract to provide outplacement counseling, individual and group for executives and upper management, plus classroom style for production and middle management personnel, for a mid-sized company about to be taken over by a larger national company. Unfortunately, it would require extensive travel for him over the next year.

"Suzanne! My god, I thought the earth had opened and swallowed you and Carole whole, it's been so long since I've seen either of you," he exclaimed, meeting one of the women from apartment 2C by the mailboxes in the elevator bay.

"Jared! I was just thinking about you. How've you been?"

"Been better, been worse. Like everyone else, too much work, not enough pay; too much to do, not enough time; too many people wanting something, not enough me to go around."

"Isn't that all the truth! It's nice to know I'm not alone." She paused, looking at the young bachelor. "Did you hear Carole got married?"

"Really! When? It must have been sudden," he replied, with a knowing smirk, opening his mailbox and taking out the contents.

"Keep your gutter mind to yourself." she laughed. "It was sudden, but that's not why. Her fiancé, now husband, was offered a three year assignment in Australia, housing and transportation for his family paid for by his company. So they pushed their wedding plans up a year. Just family and close friends, in early April, a couple of weeks or so after you disappeared."

"Good for them. As I recall, he was a really nice guy." He cocked his head and asked, "Any plans like that for you?"

"No," she sighed. "In fact, they are even further away than the last time I saw you. Pete, the guy I was dating, turned out to be married. His wife came for an unexpected visit a couple of months ago. Luckily, we were only eating when she arrived."

"Ouch! You said further away; was it serious on your side?"

"Not really, not yet, thank Heavens. But it was getting to the point where I was going to have to decide whether or not to get serious. Did that make sense?"

"Enough. So, you're unattached at present?"

"Yes, thankfully; otherwise...Why?"

"Would you go to dinner with me? I feel like celebrating a little, and you know how I hate to eat alone." He grinned at her, as he pushed the call button on the elevator. "I was thinking of going to Mancini's, up on Clark."

"I'd love to join you. Did you really want Italian, or are you willing to try a little adventure?"

"What?"

"There is a brand new Moroccan place just around the corner. Opened about two weeks ago. You can have a table, or you can sit on the floor, on pillows. And there's no silverware, unless you request it. I hear the food is authentic, and delicious."

"Sounds great. About seven, seven -thirty?"

"Seven will be good. I don't remember the name, but I've got a flyer they sent out. I'll call and make reservations for seven-thirty, okay?"

As they walked to the restaurant, Suzanne shared the news that her company had offered her a huge promotion, which required a move to LA. She was flying out tomorrow, to assume her new duties Monday. 

Sitting on the floor, they shared a lamb tagine, a lamb vegetable combination cooked in a traditional native cook pot, some native flat bread, an eggplant and tomato salad, a dessert of melon and berries sweetened with spiced honey, and mint green tea. 

During a playful period when they were feeding each other dessert, sans utensils, Jared caught Sue's fingers with his lips, and slowly laved each of her fingers with his tongue, never breaking eye contact. The next time he fed her, she returned the gesture, one finger at a time, treating each finger as if she were giving head. 

Conversation to this point had dealt with the reason for his celebration (new contract), her new position (creative director for west coast clients), and Carole's wedding and news from her about her new life. Once the tongue play commenced, conversation slowed to a stop as the osculatory behavior increased in variety and intensity. 

After a particularly intense kiss, Jared asked his companion, "What time do you leave?"

"I have to be at the airport by three."

"Stay with me tonight." She nodded, smiling.

As they made their way back to Jared's place, his arm around her waist, he asked what she was doing about the balance of her lease. She replied, "There's three months left. Carole has a cousin, Patricia, who will be moving in, in a week or so. I've already paid until September, so she'll pay me back three-fourths of the monthly until then. I have to come back a couple of times for three or four days, and will stay here while I'm in town."

"You can always stay with me, you know."

"Mmhmm, and you said your new clients have a branch in Beverly Hills. Once I'm settled, you know you'll be welcome to stay with me, too. Just call ahead so I can clear the way," she grinned, "unless you like the two man threesome."

"I'll call," he laughed. "You'd better, too, just to make sure I'll be here." They had reached the elevator foyer. As they stepped inside the car, he folded her into his arms and leaned in for a kiss. Wearing pumps, as she was, she was only a couple of inches shorter than he. During the slow ride to the top floor, his hands explored her breasts to 'mmms' and 'ahhhs' of appreciation and approval. Inside his condo, he offered her a drink, which she refused, then led her down to his bedroom.

This was not the first time they had shared a bed with one another, and familiarity with each other's bodies was reflected in the act. Instead of the passionate, but timid approach of a couple just discovering each other, they came to the act as two self assured partners who knew and understood the likes and quirks of the other. With them, 

It was a slow, almost languorous, progression of a series of mounting orgasms for Suzanne, each stronger, more complex than the preceding one, until, at last Jared joined her, expelling his seed deep within his lover, adding to the sensations engulfing the tall, busty brunette. 

As his member deflated, he rolled off her, onto his back and pulled her to his side. They slept that way.

She woke to the touch of a tongue gently lapping at her clitoris. "Mmm,' she moaned. "If there was a marriage proposal attached to that tongue, I'd be tempted to stay."

"If I thought you'd really stay..."

"Careful, love. Let's not say something we don't really mean which will wind up embarrassing both of us, but thank you for the sentiment. Just promise that you will come out to see me; and I will be back to repeat this." She pulled him up for a kiss and gasped as he entered her. "Oh! God! Do we have time for this?"

"We should. It's not eight yet."

"Then fuck me hard and fast, like there's no tomorrow!"

He had driven Suzanne to the airport and promised to visit as soon as possible. He also promised to keep an eye out for and on Tricia. When he got to his office Monday, there was a message from his new client, asking him to be in Cincy by the end of the week, to set up services for the personnel there who were not being retained. The short notice was somewhat of a surprise. All negotiations during the writing of the contract had led him to infer that his first service delivery would not be for a couple of months, giving him time to hire and train new staff.

Still, by the end of the week, he had gathered materials, placed an ad in the Cincinnati papers, and arrived to meet with client representatives to arrange for working space and set up the referral process. By the end of the next week, he had hired his staff and oriented them. By the middle of the third week, things were sufficiently in place he could turn things over to one of his senior personnel, whom he had called down from Chicago. 

From his western suburb office, it was about a five hour drive to Cincy, so he had driven. Driving back, he got on the road about two and so missed all the rush hour traffic, making it a pleasant, if boring, drive. He got back to his condo around seven-thirty, tired and hungry. 

As he approached his building, he glanced up to see if the lights were on in Suzanne's apartment. There was no sign yet of anyone living there. Inside, he looked at her mailbox. There were some envelopes, but it didn't look like over two weeks of junk mail. When he got to the door of the girl's condo, he knocked, but got no answer. He proceeded to his own place to clean up, then went out to get something to eat.

On the ride down in the elevator, he reviewed his nearby options. There was the Moroccan restaurant, but eating there alone held no appeal. There was a small diner, with counter service only, not much better than the fast food burger joints, and there was McGinity's, a pub-like bar which served fairly good food. It was a popular watering hole for his friends on weekends, but was usually fairly quiet on week nights. And it was less than a three block walk.

As he headed for the pub, Jared started reviewing his accomplishments for the last two weeks. Lost in thought, he nearly knocked over a woman coming out of a neighborhood grocery, carrying a large bag of food and a larger purse. He only just avoided knocking her over and the groceries out of her arms by grabbing her at the last instant. 

He started to apologize when he was struck dumb by her appearance. Something about her–her eyes–the strawberry blonde hair--was so familiar. He was sure he knew her, but could not recall from where. He continued to hold her until she said, with a small smile, "Excuse me," and stepped out of his arms and proceeded to walk around him.

He continued on his way to McG's, as they referred to it, and in a few steps, forgot the incident. When he walked in, he was pleased to find some of his friends at the bar and joined them for a quiet evening of beer sampling with his supper. When he arrived home at eleven, he failed to note the light on in the girls' old apartment.

That Friday, he and his date for the evening stopped in at McG's for a drink on their way home from a movie after dinner. Again, they joined friends at the bar. His date was busy discussing costumes in the movie with another woman, while he let his eyes wander over the crowd sitting at tables toward the back of the establishment.

They were caught by a particularly striking strawberry blonde sitting with a mixed crowd just off the center of the area. As he looked at her, and tried to place her, she appeared to glance at him and smile, but, a second after the smile appeared, she turned back to her friends. Something made her laugh and he could hear it over the crowd noise, clear, bell-like, inviting, enticing. Just then, his date grabbed his arm, pulling his attention away from the crowd, back to her.

Jared joined the discussion of the movie they had seen that evening as they had another drink. Frequently he heard laughter from the back of the bar room, the woman's laugh clearly audible. It seemed to float above the other sounds in the bar, like the top notes of a fine cologne, wine or single malt scotch. It was the first sound you were aware of, but like other top notes, it seemed to quickly disappear, while it, or the memory of it, lingered in the background. 

During the discussion, Jared had been busy softly stroking his date's back and buttocks. As he placed his empty glass back on the bar, he leaned in and whispered to her. His comment resulted in a wide smile and short nod.

They made their good nights and left the bar. His garage was off the alley behind his building. They entered the main building from the back and just missed the elevator as it carried the other occupant to the fourth level.

After some preliminary foreplay in Jared's living room, the nude couple descended to his bedroom. To take advantage of the cool summery night, Jared opened the windowed doors to a small balcony. As he turned back to the bed, the sound of a ringing phone reached his ears from outside. It was quickly answered, and, as he joined his date on the bed, he heard that enticing, inviting laugh, practically dancing on the in-coming breeze.

In the morning, he took the woman home. Although she had often shared his bed, last night had not been satisfying. He, and she, had felt he was distracted. When he returned, he set about the mundane tasks of housekeeping necessary even with a housecleaning service, and a handy laundry. He left his front and balcony doors open to take advantage of the westerly breezes. Toward noon, he sat down to a soup and sandwich lunch. As he pulled his stool to the counter, from the hall he heard a door close and hurried steps retreating down the hall to the elevator bay. "Damn," he thought.

Monday, after dropping his car at a local service station for some routine maintenance, he took the westbound El to his office. Fifteen minutes and two dollars for the train ride replaced a thirty minute thirty dollar cab ride. As he waited on the platform, the downtown train pulled in across the tracks. Without much attention, he watched the downtown bound passengers through the car windows as they sought seats.

A flash of color, an attractive body contour, a tickle of recognition, something caught his eye. As he focused, he recognized the blonde from McG's Friday. She glanced out the window, and their eyes locked. She smiled that same beaming smile, focusing the beam on him. Then she turned away, glancing down to read the newspaper he could see. "Tricia! Or I'll be damned!" he whispered. 

That day he received a call from Cincy, telling him he was needed to smooth the feathers of an unhappy executive who was upset because he was unable to capitalize on the job leads he was receiving. From there he had to fly to LA to set up operations. For the ten days he was there, he stayed with Suzanne.

Saturday morning, after his return, he took his dirty clothing to the laundry, and completed some other errands. When he returned, out of habit, he glanced up and saw the balcony windows were open in the girls' condo. "At last," he thought, "I get to meet Tricia." 

He exited the elevator and went to his apartment where he opened a pair of Stellas and grabbed some crackers and cheese. He gathered the food and beer and went back to the door to the other apartment and knocked. In a few moments the door opened to a vision of loveliness: a tall, well proportioned, thirty-something, strawberry blonde in halter and capris. "Tricia?" he asked. "I'm..."

"Jared," she finished. "And with my favorite beer and snack. You must have been talking to Suzanne."

"Guilty," he confessed. She stepped back and waved him in. "Are you getting settled? You've been here, what, about a month?"

"Just about a month. And just about settled. Suzanne left this place pretty much intact so all I had to do was unpack. And people at work have been helpful with directions for getting around the city when I need to go out for work. But there hasn't been much time to learn the city, to do the touristy things, you know?"

"What tourist thing would you most like to do?" Jared asked, sipping his beer, a memory nagging at him.

"Oh, god. I'd like to see the Picasso, and Buckingham Fountain. Go to the zoo, see Old Town. Go downtown and shop at Marshall Fields and Carson's. See the Wright houses. Get a real Chicago style hot dog from a street vendor. Go to a Cubs game. Look for that rib place that was mentioned on M.A.S.H. Go to the Art Institute, The Field Museum, The Museum of Science and Industry. Find one of the 750 gourmet restaurants for dinner, then some funky little jazz bar for a nightcap and some dancing. Is that enough for one day?"

"It may be a bit much, but I think I can help you with a half dozen or so of them. Slip on some thing you wouldn't be embarrassed to go to dinner in, and I'll change. Then put yourself in my hands for the rest of the day. We can do Old Town, but I have to warn you, it no longer lives up to its reputation unless you're only interested in the architecture, the hot dog, Picasso and the Fountain, dinner and dancing. And be home by dawn."

"Oooh, sounds lovely. What should I wear? I don't really have any thing dressy down here yet."

"The place I'm thinking of will accommodate anything from office casual to cocktail dress, so a pretty skirt and a sweater over your halter would be fine."

"Okay! See you in what, half an hour, hour?"

Jared grinned at her obvious enthusiasm. "Will half an hour cut it too fine? It's twelve thirty. I'll knock on your door at one fifteen, okay?"

Their first stop in Old Town was at a street cart operated by an older guy named Dennis who had been peddling hots and sausage to tourists and locals, from March thru November, for twenty years. Jared ordered them what Dennis called his standard–onions, kraut, mustard and catsup, on a long dog and roll, along with diet sodas.

They found a bench on the street and surveyed the neighborhood, selecting stores they wanted to visit. After shopping for a couple of hours, they strolled the neighborhood. Jared pointed out the church, the only building in the area to survive the Great Fire. 

He gave her some of the history of the neighborhood, explaining the effects of politics and gentrification over the last forty years. His parents had met, married and lived in the area until their deaths a few years ago. 

Jared had lived there until he graduated college, with his PhD, nearly ten years ago. "Property cost, relative to value, have gone crazy, rising faster than the normal rate of inflation by five or six times. When my mother died and I inherited their house, I was able to sell it and payoff their mortgage and put down a 75% down payment on our building, and had money to repaint all the units and upgrade the kitchens and still have money left over."

They had arrived back at Jared's car. He glanced at his watch. "There's a small restaurant, between here and the Picasso, which is building a nice reputation for really good food, served well. We can stop on the way, or go on and see the Picasso, eat then go back to see the light show at the fountain. Any preference?"




Tricia



"After that hot dog, I shouldn't be hungry again until Tuesday, but, I'm about ready to eat a horse. Let's eat first."

Jared smiled and pulled out his cell phone. "Our table will be waiting when we arrive," he said, grinning as he finished the call. They headed south on Lake Shore, then just before entering the Loop, turned west for a few blocks, and were lucky enough to find some on street parking.

Jared led his companion to what looked like an alley, and in the alley, a storefront which apparently had once been a bakery. A line was forming and had already reached the entry to the alley. Jared led his companion to the door where he gave his name and was granted entry immediately.

"Jared, you old horse doctor!"

"Hey, Mike! Looks like the hotdog cart is doing well. How is the restaurant?"

"We're struggling to get everyone fed. It's amazing what you can do with chili beans and oatmeal. Oh ho! Who's this?" he asked, catching sight of Tricia.

"Mikail Mykelos, Patricia DiMaria, a new neighbor. Mike owns this diner and is responsible for the food. What'd you cook for tonight? Something good, I hope."

"Nice to meet you, Patricia. For you, we have stuffed sole, lamb shanks, or vegetarian pastisto. For those individuals who have problems making up their mind, we offer a sample plate, with a small portion of each. For Jared, I think I can scare up a box of mac and cheese." He turned, pointing. "Your table is right over here. Can I bring you some wine?"

Tricia confessed to being one of those who had trouble deciding on a meal in restaurants she was unfamiliar with, and ordered the sample plate, a popular choice, she gathered, looking around. Jared passed on the mac and cheese and had the lamb shanks, braised with seasonal vegetables. The food proved to be superb, and the servings, large enough to be satisfying, small enough so there were no leftovers.

Although it was a busy Saturday night, when they finished their entrees, Mike came out to personally deliver their dessert and sit with them for a few minutes. Dessert was a piece of pistachio and cashew baklava flavored with lavender and cinnamon, sweetened with clover honey, served with a dollop of sweetened Greek yogurt. 

As Mike sat down, Jared asked him, "Mike, do you remember the M.A.S.H. episode when Hawkeye phoned a place here in the city for an order of ribs?"

"Yeah. Adam's Ribs. It's a real place. Out on West Washington."

"Really, still in business? Do you know where?"

"Not exact, three, four miles out. Around the 900 block, maybe a little further, I think. Why? You going to abandon me again?"

"No, trying it is one of the items on Tricia's list of touristy things to do while she gets to know the city, just like you were."

"Thank you, Miss Tricia, I'm honored. Yeah, Adam's is still there, and, I hear, just as good. Call me when you decide to go. If I'm free, maybe Penny and I can join you."

"Sounds like a plan. How is she? And the kids?"

"All fine. You should come out and see for yourself sometime. When I tell her you came in tonight, she'll have a fit because she wasn't here." 

"Tell her I promise to come out soon. It depends on this new contract."

"'Kay. Eat up, before the flies carry it away. See you soon?" he asked, getting up.

"Promise."

Tricia and Jared both complimented Mike on the fine meal. When they got out of the eatery, it was twilight. 

"Hopefully, the lights on the Picasso are working this week," quipped Jared as they walked to the car. 

"Thank you for a lovely day so far. Have you known Mike long?"

"His mom was my first baby sitter. She was pregnant with him then, when I was three, I think. Must be, I'm four years older. Sometimes I tease him and remind him I was his first boss in the food business. I was working in the bakery his dad ran there when he started. I introduced him to Penny, and was his best man when they married." 

He was quiet for a long time, concentrating on driving in the suddenly dense traffic, then, "All day, something has been nagging at me. I know I saw you one night at McG's, and I saw you one morning on the El, but have we met someplace else?"

"Just the night you tried to run over me, and wouldn't let go."

"The grocery store! I'm an idiot. Forgive me. That night I had just returned from Cincinnati and was thinking about what I had got done and what still needed doing. And when I saw your face, I could have sworn we had met somewhere, that I should have known you, and couldn't place you. You sort of look like your cousin, Carole, but not enough to recognize her in you."

Suddenly he pulled over next to a concrete paved plaza. "Close your eyes," he ordered. She complied and heard him open his door and then close it. She heard her door open and then Jared was taking her hand. "Keep them closed until I tell you to open them." His arm went around her waist and she felt him lead her around the front of the car. "Step up." Then he stopped and his hands on her waist turned her slightly. 

"Open." And there, lit by floodlights, was the magnificent sight. Fifty feet tall, 160 tons of what–some said it was P's mistress, some said his dog, some said it was Peace, others said it was a waste. Tricia thought it was beautiful, awe inspiring.

After taking several photos of the sculpture and of her and the tall figure, they got back in the car and drove the short distance to Grant Park. It was nearly dark, stars plainly visible over the park, in the dark sky over the lake. He took advantage of a lull in the oncoming traffic and, utilizing the capabilities of his British sports car, executed a U-turn on Michigan Boulevard. Again, he was fortunate and found some parking at ground level not far from the fountain. 

It had been a few years since he had been down here; he hoped he was correct. As they neared the fountain, the crowds started to thicken. Suddenly, the fountain started spouting water into the air, just barely visible in the dusky light. Then the pool surrounding the founts began to glow; then, as if the glowing water were being shot into the air, the individual founts began to glow as they danced in the air.

Jared heard Tricia's gasp of amazement, then they both joined the round of applause which went through the crowd. He pulled her in front of him and wrapped both arms around her waist, to hold her to him while they watched the light and water show. When it was done, she turned in his arms and lifted hers to go around his neck. 

"Thank you. This was a lovely end to a fantastic day. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a day this much." She reached up and captured his mouth in a light kiss, which Jared returned. 

"My pleasure," he said when they separated. "It has been years since I've been down here for this, or visited Old Town. And way too long since I've been to Mikes'. His arms were still around her waist, hers, around his neck. He bent to kiss her again, saying "Thank you, for giving me a reason." 

This kiss lasted longer than the first, and while tongues were not involved, lips yielded and opened. Both were slightly breathless when they separated. "Uh, we should get back to the car," he stammered. 

"Take me home," she whispered, her arms still around his neck, their bodies separated by an inch.

As they stepped off the elevator, Jared put his arm around Tricia's back, his hand just grazing the underside of her breast. He was slightly surprised at the firmness he detected. At her door, she turned and smiled at him. "Coming in?" she invited, handing him her keys.

Inside, in the living room, she continued, "If you'll give me just a few minutes, there's beer in the fridge, port in the decanter on the sideboard. Would you pour me a glass of wine, please?" She then disappeared downstairs. A few minutes later, she called to him, "Jared? Bring our drinks and come down, would you?"

Puzzled, nervous, arousal beginning, he made his way down the stairs. There were lights in only one of the rooms on the lower level. Entering, he was met with a wondrous sight. Only the bedside lights were on. Tricia was sitting in bed, a tentative smile on her face, covers around her waist. Her long strawberry blonde hair was falling over her shoulders, almost to the top of the bra she still wore. 

She patted the side of the bed, next to her. As he sat, he handed her the glass of port he had brought for her. She took a sip, then looked at him. "There are about six dozen things I want to say, and I don't know where to begin. First, thank you again for today. I had a marvelous time."

Jared started to reply, but was shushed. "I need to get all of this out now, or I never will. Please believe that I am not usually this forward," she said, gesturing to indicate the room and her dress, "but I really like you, and want you to know me, the me nobody else knows. 

"Nine years ago I was engaged to be married. My fiancé and I were living together in Madison. One night, when we were making love, he found a hardness in my breast. Over the next several weeks, after all the usual tests, my doctor and I decided to do a simple lumpectomy. One of fate's dirty tricks, the morning of the surgery, on the way to the hospital, he was in an auto accident, and broke his leg. 

"The surgeon who replaced him was totally unfamiliar with the case, and instead biopsied the lump; the pathologist mixed up my sample with somebody else's and called down that it was worse than it really was, so the doctor started a radical mastectomy. About the time he finished removing the breast, pathology called back, with the correct result." She leaned forward. "Unhook me please."

Jared set his beer on the bedside table and put his arms around her, and released the hook and eye and closures. As she sat back, the bra fell down Tricia's arms, revealing one lovely breast, and one faded scar. "And guess who's apparently allergic to the material they use to make breast implants. When they tried to reconstruct the breast, my body rejected the implant in less than 48 hours. I was hospitalized longer for that than I was for the surgery."

"Your fiancé?"

"Couldn't handle it, especially after my body rejected the implant. He moved out while I was in the hospital, recovering from the rejection. Drove me home when I was discharged, and told me at the front door he had moved. I was still recovering from the surgery, sick as a dog, supposed to keep off my feet and limit my physical activity, and my planned caretaker was last seen disappearing over the hill. Which leads to the next thing I want you to know about me. He was the last person I've had sex with."

"There have been two others who have sat where you are, men I thought I was in love with, whom I thought loved me, or could. At the fountain, I knew this would come up sooner or later. Rather than be hurt and disappointed later, I decided to reveal myself to you early. If you can handle it now, then you're invited to stay for breakfast. If it's too much to ask this soon, I'm sorry."

Jared leaned forward, cutting off whatever else she was going to say with a tender kiss, his hand coming up to cradle her breast. Initially, she sat there, tense. As the kiss progressed, and his fingers caressed her nipple, she relaxed and sank back into her pillows. 

When their lips separated, Jared dropped his head and traced her scar with his tongue and lips, covering the entire area with kisses. When he was done, he raised his head and asked her, "How do you like your eggs?"

In the morning, Jared was wakened by the strange sensation of a moist tongue circling his nipples in between small scraping nips at them while a small hand explored his testes. "Good morning," he moaned, "something I can do for you?"

Tricia moved her hand to his half flaccid prick. "Not with this, at least not yet. I thought guys always woke up ready to go. Did I wear you out last night?"

"Not that you didn't try, but no, three times isn't unusual for me. The five AM trip to drain my bladder is more likely why the old dog isn't up yet. How are you, this morning, besides, apparently, a little randy?"

"I am not a little randy! I object to that!" she pouted. "I'm a lot randy! Like I said last night, it's been over eight years since I've done this. Last night reminded me how much fun, and exciting it is, thank you. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day." Her hand was busy, playing with his 'old dog,' with the expected result. "Does this mean you're ready to play some more?"

Jared laughed and pulled her onto him, her knees astraddle his hips. "Somehow, I think I will always be ready to play with you. Last night, in here, was one of the best times I have ever had." His hands were resting on her ass. He moved one to explore her lady and found it leaking dew. He pulled her forward so old dog was free and positioned for entry.

Tricia felt him knocking at her lady's door and grinned, sliding back down his body, swallowing his old dog in her quim. She pushed herself up on her knees and began her single breasted version of the mating dance. When he reached for her, she leaned forward so Jared could capture her nipple with his mouth while his fingers lightly caressed the faded scar marking the location of the missing mammary.

Like the five she had experienced last night, her first orgasm this morning came without buildup or warning. It was suddenly just there, immobilizing her as Jared continued his thrusting into her spasming sheath, extending the sensations she was having. She fell forward on to his chest, catching her breath, as he slowed his actions, allowing her to recover.

In a few moments, almost reflexively, her hips began to move with him, and soon they were back in sync, moving in reciprocation with each other, until, at last, Jared felt the familiar tingle in his sac, then the tightening, and the need to be as deep in his lover as possible. 

Tricia felt the change in rhythm, the lengthening and swelling of him inside her and pushed back onto him as far as she could, then felt the spasming inside her, followed immediately by the heat of his cream as it splashed against her walls, triggering her own climax, so that her spasms milked the male member still spilling its seed.

She laid on his chest, recovering again, his old dog nearly spent, barely inside her. "I'm not at all sorry we did this, but it might have been better if I had waited until we had gone out a few more times," she said, her chin resting on his breastbone. "I think you may be addictive."

"Hmmh?"

"We can't really count you running over me, or the times we saw each other in passing, so we've only known each other, what, eighteen hours or so. And I'm contemplating tying you to the bed so I can play with you whenever I want," she said with a big grin. "If we had gone out a few more times, then maybe I wouldn't have to tie you down. You might want to stay."

"Trish, I..."

"Hush. I said I'm not sorry, and nobody owes anybody more than breakfast. I had a good time, and I think you did, too. I hope we can repeat it, sometime soon." She started to push away from him, only to be caught and pulled back. Jared lifted her chin and pulled her to him for a kiss. 

"Trish, when it comes to relationships, I'm usually pretty conservative. Unless it's someone I've known for a bit, I don't kiss on first dates, and sometimes, not even by the third. When it comes to sex, my rule has always been, based on what I know, is this a person I could marry and be happy with. From Old Town on, I felt the answer to that question was yes; and I knew at the fountain that I wanted to make love to you.

"Right now, I can promise you two things. When I'm in the City, you are welcome to the old dog whenever you want him, and, with one exception, you are the only one he'll be available to."

"Suzanne?"

"How'd you know?"

"After your last trip to L.A., she called and said you two had talked about your moving out there. She wondered if we had met yet. She wanted to know what I thought about you."

"I need to call her..."

"Wait a minute. How often will you need to go there, and for how long?"

"For a week, week and a half, every four or five weeks, probably for the next year."

"Other than what you just said, and I thank you for that. But, that aside, I don't have any real claim on you, and if you want to continue sleeping with Suzanne, then I don't object. If we're going to be exclusive, as you implied, then I'd rather know what you're doing, and who with, than not know, and wonder. And, she's been a good friend, even if her brother is a shithead. She can't help that. I wouldn't want her to feel like I stole her guy."

"Her brother?"

"Was the second guy I showed my scar to. It was about four years after the operation, and it still looked kinda raw, I guess. He vomited, on the bed." She smiled. "I prefer your reaction. Want to shower with me?"

"Delighted."

Jared's left hand covered her scar as his other hand maneuvered the wash cloth over her back and buttocks. "Don't misunderstand. I like your body as it is, but how long has it been since you've talked with anyone about reconstruction. They have made some marvelous progress in materials, and in anti-rejection medications."

"Not since it happened. The hospital assumed the cost, and promised life time care related to the mistakes. When they tried to reconstruct the breast with an implant, the doctor said they tried the latest and best implants available. Is there a way to try without going through the surgery?" She looked at him, her expression a mixture of hope and fear.

He took down the handheld shower head and directed it at her body, rinsing away the soap. "It sounds, from what you said about the speed of rejection, that what happened was really just an allergic reaction to the material the implant was made from. It would make sense to talk with an allergist, and with a plastic surgeon familiar with the materials in use at the time." He turned the water off and opened the shower. "You said the hospital agreed to pay costs for care related to the mistakes. Seems this would qualify," he said, wrapping her in a towel.

Tricia made rock buns for breakfast while Jared put together the fixings for a bacon, mushroom and cheese omelet. After breakfast, they went out for a paper then back to share it. After a matinee at a neighborhood cineplex, the pair stopped at McG's for a drink. 

Two of his frequent partners were there, as part of a group of couples. He saw them as soon as he and Tricia entered the bar, and made his way to their table. He was greeted warmly by the two women, not so warmly by their dates. He acknowledged the others in the group, then introduced Tricia, "I''d like you all to meet my fiancé, Trish DiMaria."

Tricia's only reaction was to squeeze the hand she was holding harder. The two old girlfriends blinked and let their mouths fall open in a mixture of amazement and disappointment. All the men relaxed and smiled. Room was made for them at the table and a round of drinks ordered. After the second round, the couple made their excuses and left. Once in the street, Jared heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, that was good luck, and it went well, don't you think?"

"Did you mean it? About me? What you said?" He turned to her and took her in his arms.

"In the words of my Marine-Sergeant-turned-Priest-cousin, fuckin' A I meant it! Was I wrong?"

"Then, Jared Wilkins, I only have three words for you." She pushed her crotch into his. "Take me home!"



Tricia Accepts Terry's Request



Tricia and Terry were reclining on the couch, enjoying conversation and just catching up with each other. Their sex-life had been less than stellar lately, mostly due to Terry's work-based stresses. They were well through a bottle of wine and eventually the topic of their sex-life surfaced.

"So Terryblossom (Terry's nickname from Tricia) how come you aren't interested in sex anymore? Is it me or is it something else that is bothering you?" 

"Well, I think there are a few things affecting my sex-drive. First, there's stress. Second, we have fallen into a rut, sexually speaking. We only have sex in a couple of positions and the only variation to that is when I am giving you hummers. When was the last time you just leaned over and started to suck my cock, be it in bed or on the couch, where ever? 

I know you have asked me if I wanted one, but that isn't very exciting or erotic to me. It feels like I am always asking you to do "dirty things" or role-play or dress up slutty. I know I need to be more romantic and cuddly with you in return, but I'm not feeling cuddly like you're not feeling like being the sexual activity initiator. Does that sound close?" 

"It does. I get tired of you always wanting to do the same thing on a night out. I do want more warmth and cuddling; so I can feel closer to you and feel safer in our relationship. That would make it easier to go out and play sometimes."

"Fair enough, let's both put more effort into getting closer and feeling safer with each other. But if we are going to work on that, I also want us to work on getting some excitement and variety in our sex-life. It's been 13 years plus of pretty basic sex positions and some outdoor fun; but the outdoor fun was quite a few years ago now. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes I would agree with all of that Terry. So now we need to agree on what we try, where we try it and how we move forward."

"Agreed! So let's each make up a list of what we want to try adding to our sexual repertoire, what turns us on, any sort of role-plays that might be hot and even the non-sexual things that we have not paid attention to. But maybe for now, let's make this our sex-life request list. Then we can exchange lists, read each other's and then discuss, delete and hopefully add a few ideas or things to our sexual menu."

"Okay Terry, get some paper and pens. The wine has loosened up my boundaries or inhibitions and this is a good time to get out my few desires and ideas. I feel really boring sometimes when I think of all the things you are suggesting or asking me to try or do. Sorry sweetie!" 

Tricia got up and filled her glass while Terry found pen and paper. She reflected on what was said; their sex-life was pretty tame! Terry was right, they needed to get out of the box and live a little, have some fun and hopefully plenty of orgasms! She passed Terry in the hall and he grabbed her and gave her a deep open mouth kiss and swirled his tongue inside her mouth. Tricia felt weak in the knees after the kiss as she climbed the stairs to their bedroom. 

She had decided to change outfits; would Terry notice that she had? She grabbed a short skirt and a deeply cut tight t-shirt. She changed her bra so she was wearing a sheer lacy-cupped one in bright pink. Her t-shirt was quite a sheer white fabric. She found a hot pink sheer G-string and slipped it on along with the short skirt. She checked herself in the mirror and realized that just changing to look sexy was getting her horny. There was something to what Terry was trying to tell her! Her nipples and aureoles were visible through her bra and t-shirt; this would make a great outfit to wear out to a club and really get Terry's attention (and probably most men!). 

She turned and bent over, her skirt rode up far enough that her cheeks were fully visible; perfect to play his sexy pool games in. She added a pair of wedged sandals and headed downstairs. Tricia could feel her pussy getting warm and a trickle of nectar between her lips. I'm already really horny, she thought to herself.

Terry was busy making his list as Tricia sat down on the sectional couch across from him. She purposely sat with her knees apart; not too far but enough that Terry would be able to see her pussy. She started her list; watch Terry do a strip tease, go out slow dancing and grope each other on the dance floor, have Terry lick my pussy where people can "catch us", share our fantasies with each other while naked and masturbating while listening to each other (WOW, I actually wrote that), use our sex-toys more often, think about masturbating more and then doing it, flashing Terry my exposed pussy in bars and public places and maybe some strangers too. 

Tricia continued; going without panties and a bra when we go out for the evening then surprising Terry by flashing him where we are, acting out Terry's pick-up fantasy in a bar and letting other men hit on me first, Giving the bartender a really good look at my breasts and nipple chain with a low cut top or dress in front of Terry, acting out my biggest fantasy of being fingered and fondled in a hot tub by two other men in a tropical adult resort and enjoying them licking my pussy until I come several times the I return the favor and swallow their cocks until they explode in my mouth. 

Then I quickly run to the room and share my gooey kiss with him and then make Terry fuck me senseless as I re-play my hot tub fun. You should like this one Terry! Tricia could feel herself getting wetter as she wrote out her list. She squeezed her thighs together tightly and teased her erect clit; then she felt a gush of honey soak into her G-string! That's why I like to wear something down there.

"I'm done for now Terry, let's trade lists and see what we both desire?" Tricia leaned over and took Terry's list and dropped hers in front of him. He never looked up as he picked up her list.

Tricia sat back, spread her thighs wider apart and began to read Terry's list. Holy Fuck, no god damned way I'll do that!

The list was as follows; watch Tricia masturbate with toys as I masturbate too, read each other porno stories as the listener masturbates, use more sex-toys in bed, take Tricia out dressed really slutty and enjoy watching men hit on her and ogle her barely covered breasts and pussy, let Tricia act out her fantasy of having two men grope her in the hot tub and pull off her bottoms so they can finger fuck her while she pumps both of their cocks before laying back on the deck so they both can take turns giving her a hummer until she comes while I watch from a hidden spot. 

I also want to encourage Tricia to flash her "assets" for strangers, to play with her pussy when I am around so I can watch her pleasure herself, wake me up by giving me a blow job or awakening me just before she has an orgasm masturbating with a vibrator or toy, finger fuck Tricia in a bar surrounded by people! 

I want to give Tricia a hummer under the table in a restaurant until she comes, have Tricia pose with other men while her breasts are exposed or her pussy is in plain sight, play pool with Tricia in a really short low-cut dress so her breasts are in full view when she bends over to shoot and her hem goes up far enough to fully expose her ass and the tiny string between her cheeks, further to this one; Tricia looses the game and has to take off a piece of clothing right there in the bar where others are already watching her display her "assets" around the table, play pool against another couple or two guys and bet that if they lose the guys have to show Tricia their cocks! 

Then if they win Tricia has to expose her breasts and let them see her nipple chain up close (I'll show them my cock if they want me to!), then we lose again and Tricia has to sit on a chair behind the table and take off her G-string and give it to them as a prize and then spread her legs wide apart and let them kneel between her thighs and enjoy the scent of her wetness, and my final fantasy is to watch Tricia then suck off both of the guys and let them finger her pussy and play with her breasts as they wish until they both have come. We would do this in either the men's room or out in the back of our wagon or even in our hotel room nearby.

Tricia was nearly in shock! But she was also really turned on too! She was really excited and glad he listed acting out her favorite fantasy in a tropical place. At least they agreed on one. 

"So what do you think Tricia? Wow, love the view!" Terry looked up and stared directly at her fully exposed pussy and honey soaked G-string. 

"Well we agree on one and it was actually mine, so you can decide which one of yours you want to add to the list as equal" Tricia slowly closed her legs and regained Terry's attention. "Well?"

"Oh, um, I want to add the pool hall games. But the full set of fantasy editions, given you are getting numerous orgasms from two guys in exchange!" Terry sat back, thinking Tricia would say no.

"Deal, but not for a couple of weekends from now when Jess is away for a long weekend. I am not sure about the last part yet, but in fairness to you, I guess I could let them fondle my pussy and play with my breasts while I'm naked and I would definitely give them both hand-jobs at the same time. 

But I'm afraid to put their cocks in my mouth unless they wear condoms; but it would have to happen in the hotel room, okay? And you have to book the holiday after I "come" through for you and you are fully satisfied with my performance, okay?"

"Deal Tricia. I would insist on condoms, no exceptions! Now can you please let me look at that fabulous pussy again? And do you mind if I masturbate while I stare at your wet G-string and your see-through t-shirt? I am so fucking horny now, I need to come." 

Tricia just nodded as she spread her legs as wide as she could. "Yes, please feel free to relieve yourself while you ogle me like the men will be doing when I wear this outfit out for one of our nights. Do you like this outfit Terryblossom?"

Terry already had his swollen cock out and was stroking it hard. "God yes, it's so slutty and hot! I didn't even notice you had changed. Please wear this around the house too, when Jess isn't home." 

Tricia leaned back and then started to stroke her hot pink pussy, making her honey soak through the full length of her lips. Then she slipped it to the side and slid a finger into her wetness. "Can I do this when we go out to the bar or play pool too?" Then she stuck her glistening finger into her mouth and slowly sucked it clean. Terry came hard when she started to strum her clit while fingering her pussy with her other hand. Tricia was also very close to orgasm.

"Terryblossom come lick my messy pussy clean and make me come hard. I will tell you dirty thoughts while you lick my clit, if you'd like that?" Tricia smiled at Terry as he tried to wipe his come off the coffee table. "Forget that, I'll lick it up after you make me come. Then I want you to fuck me from behind right here on the couch with the drapes wide open!"

Terry crawled over and between Tricia's thighs after kicking off his pants. He took in her sweet scent before tonguing her lips slowly up to her aching clit. Tricia peeled back her lips making her clit pop up to attention and Terry started licking her hard little nub sending shudders through Tricia's body as she humped his face. Tricia came in less than a minute and was still panting as she turned over onto her knees and reached back to spread her ass wide apart for Terry.

"Now stuff that big fucking cock deep in my pussy and pound me really hard! But first go open the drapes while I get my top off so you can squeeze my breasts and pull my nipples while you fuck me. I'm so fucking wet Terry and I am so turned on by all this talk and our ideas."

"Then get that tight pussy around this!" Terry said as he drove his full nine inches all the way in, making Tricia grunt loudly.

"Oh yeah, that feels so good Terry! Pump my horny pussy, make me scream, make me beg you for more, fill me full of hot come. Oh god help me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm already coming!" Tricia bucked hard against Terry's pelvis as she screamed loudly before burying her face in the pillows. Once she had recovered from her orgasm, Terry pulled his honey-coated cock from her gaping hole then he walked around the couch and pulled Tricia's head up and slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily at his shaft and slurped as she sucked her honey from the thick shaft. 

Then Tricia reached around Terry's hips and grabbed his ass cheeks; she proceeded to stuff the full length of his cock right down her throat. Terry took the cue and grabbed two handfuls of hair and started to throat fuck Tricia. She stopped moving so Terry's thick cock could get all the way in on each stroke. Saliva poured out around the veiny shaft as it slid in and out of her tight throat. The sensation was incredible and Terry was about to erupt!

Tricia sensed his impending orgasm and pulled the thick shaft out of her throat and started pumping the slippery meat. Terry exploded, covering Tricia's face and ropes of come were all through her hair. She rolled over on her back, panting hard and proceeded to start strumming her engorged purplish clit. Tricia seemed to be insatiable! Terry returned to the couch and watched Tricia satisfy her needs. She came profusely, nectar was oozing from her depths and down between her ass cheeks onto the blanket. Thank god for the blanket, they could throw it in the wash. They both were now completely done!

"Okay Terryblossom, plan our first "Hot Wife" night; I am nervous but quite excited about being a "Slutty Hot Wife" for your pleasure. I hope I can actually follow through?"

"No worries, Tricia, we'll take it slow and get you loosened up with a few drinks over dinner. You can wear a less "Slutty Looking" outfit during dinner and see how you feel. After all, you've worn some pretty revealing dresses out before and not had a problem with guys staring and commenting to you about your dress and exposure. 

So this will be the next step. Maybe you just wear a really short skirt and either a very low-cut top or a very sheer top without a bra. I would want you to wear either the nipple chain or nipple rings underneath so they are easy for you to share with those that care to look. Then you can just go with the flow and see how uninhibited you want to be. How does that sound?"

Tricia rolled over and smiled at Terry, "That sounds fair, in fact I'll make sure I have my special jewelry seen by a few pairs of eyes. And maybe someone might see what color my G-string is because I'm not going to keep my knees close together all the time. Does that excite you Terry?"

"Tell me what else you have already fantasized about doing that night while I give you another hummer!"

"Now that sounds good," Tricia cooed as she rolled on her back and spread her legs, allowing Terry's mouth lots of room to get started. "So after dinner, I want to walk through the bar in my dinner outfit and check out the men in the room. Then I will decide on what outfit I feel comfortable wearing and go to the room and change." 

Tricia had her eyes closed as she massaged her full breasts and Terry slowly licked her tingling clit. "Then I'll come back down to the bar and walk over to the pool tables and pick the right location. Then..."

Continued in chapter 2 - Tricia and Terry Play Pool



Tricia and Terry Play Pool



Terry was excited; he had booked a room at a hotel that was over an hour out of the city where they lived. It had a reputation as a great place to get away. They had a good restaurant, a bar with six pool tables and a dance floor. On weekends they had a live band as well. Terry had looked at the web site and the rooms looked really nice, so he booked a suite with a living room area and a bedroom. The bathroom also had a Jacuzzi tub for two in it. It was perfect!

Terry sent a copy of the reservation for the room (surprise - 2 nights) that included breakfast buffet and a dinner credit of $50 to Tricia. He also sent a confirmation of their reservations for a 7-day holiday at Desires Resort in the Caribbean. Terry felt Tricia would be more outgoing if she already had her half of the deal already booked. Then he proceeded to organize wardrobe pieces for Tricia to approve for the weekend. He had ordered a couple of really risqué dresses on-line that would "show up" in the suitcase when she unpacked and got dressed for the first night out. 

Time seemed to stand still for Terry and flew by for Tricia as the weekend away approached. They were both nervous and excited about this new adventure they were about to embark on!

It was Friday afternoon and they were finishing packing before getting on the highway and underway.

"Teryblossom, what should I wear in the car on the way out? I was thinking I'd wear a loose comfortable dress so I don't get too many clothing lines on my skin. I was also thinking I'd bring a towel for the seat pull up the back of my dress and not wear a thong, just for you!"

"Perfect Tricia, that is a good sexy start to the weekend!"

"Maybe, if you are lucky, I'll tease some truckers and you on the freeway too!" Tricia was really getting into her role as my "Hot Wife"!

They got onto the highway an hour later. Tricia proved true to her word; her dress was pulled up and she rested her bare ass on the towel and then put her bare feet on the dash and sat back. The trip was going fine, we had another 35 minutes before arriving when Tricia pulled up her dress and spread her legs wide apart.

"Terryblossom, I am so horny already! I can't wait to pleasure you, act slutty and show off for you. Do you mind if I play with my pussy while we're driving? I really need to come!" Tricia started caressing her pussy as she talked to me. "I was fantasizing about our trip to Desires and I imagined myself surrounded by a bunch of men in the pool. They were all in a circle around me; telling me what they wanted to do to me and with me. I was getting so horny that I took off my bikini and threw it on the deck." 

"Then I lay down on a chaise and they surrounded me there. I'm so wet Terry, my clit is aching. Then they all had their way with me! I had a guy eating my pussy as I sucked off another guy while others stroked my breasts. They all either got a blowjob or if they had a condom, I let them fuck. Oh god Terry, I'm coming, it feels so good!"

Tricia came, bucking against her hand as she stroked her clit. Her eyes had been closed the full time. When she opened them, she realized we were driving beside a semi. The driver was staring down at her and smiling. Then he blew his air horn in approval of Tricia's show.

"How long were we beside him?" Tricia never bothered pulling down dress but proceeded to wipe herself clean with the long end of the towel.

"About 4 minutes, maybe?" I replied.

"Oh, that was exciting, realizing someone strange watched me masturbating. Maybe being a "Hot Wife" is going to be more fun that I thought?" Tricia offered me her gooey fingers to suck clean. It made my cock ache even more that it already was. My crotch had a wet spot from my leaking pre-come! I hoped it would be dry by the time we arrived and checked in. 

We arrived, I got out of the car, adjusted my semi-hard cock, my spot had dried and we walked into the lobby and checked in. Tricia waited in the lobby while I got the luggage and returned to the lobby. As I walked up to her, she spread her knees apart and flashed me her pussy. Her devilish smile said more than any words could. We hurried to the room and got naked!

Tricia sashayed over to the bed and bent over with her hands on the duvet. "Terry I want you to fuck like this, now!" Then she crawled up onto the bed on her hands and knees and then spread her knees further apart and rotated her hips so her pussy pointed up at my face and was wide open and glistening!

I walked over to her and licked her swollen lips and gooey nether hole, tasting her honey before I started to fuck her. Tricia moaned and pushed her pussy back against my tongue, trying to get her clit under it. I didn't let her, instead I placed the head of my cock into her wetness and thrust in slowly all the way to the hilt! Then I just stopped and enjoyed Tricia's shuddering tightness for a moment.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Will you be a very slutty Hot Wife tonight? 

"Yes, yes now fuck me, I need to feel your hot come deep in my pussy, please Terry! I'll be such a dirty girl tonight, no this weekend, it might even scare you how dirty I am feeling right now. Oh god that cock feels so good, keep fucking me hard Terry; I want to you fill my pussy full of come!"

I exploded shortly after she said that, imagining what she might be thinking was "so dirty". It was an intense orgasm and we both collapsed on the bed. 

"Hey, what about my orgasm Terry, I didn't come yet?" Tricia rolled on her back and spread her legs open; my come started to ooze out of her gaping hole. "Hey get down there and clean me up while you give me my orgasm!" I obeyed her command and licked her clean, swallowing my own come for the first time! She came very quickly; I think the act of me eating my first "cream pie" really turned her on!

"Oh that was so good Terry, thank you!"

"You owe me a new dirty act for that, this was my first time tasting a mouthful of come."

"Okay, how did you like it, I do it all the time for you? Then, how about I let you eat another man's come from my pussy later tonight?" I nearly passed out from the shock of what she just said! "NO, we made a deal, we will always use condoms. And since when did you even want another man to fuck you?"

"Since this morning. I've been thinking about it a lot, thanks to you, and the idea of letting other men fuck me is becoming quite a turn-on for me, especially in front of you or with you. That is also part of what got me so horny when we driving out here. Maybe the first step is to be an overt "show-off" and act slutty when we are out, just like you have been asking me to. Then we'll see how we both feel about taking it further. Maybe you'll want it to stop maybe I will or maybe we want to take it further. But tonight we will have fun, I'll try my best to be your "Hot Wife" and act slutty and see how I like it!"

"Okay then Tricia, let's have a shower, freshen up and then we'll go get some dinner." I left the suitcase open for Tricia to decide how risqué she wanted to tonight.

As I walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower, Tricia was looking in the suitcase, "So how slutty were you expecting me to dress for dinner? It looks like these dresses are more suited for a clothing optional resort. I'm not sure if I can even wear a bra or a G-string under these without them being really noticeable! Okay then Terry, you asked for it and you bought them so I'll have to wear them at some point. Tonight I'll wear the more conservative dress to dinner because I can hide a G-string under it and it does hold my breasts in place nicely, don't you think?" 

Tricia walked into the bathroom in the new dress I had bought her. It was a tight fitting spandex style dress in hot pink (she has the perfect shoes to match it) the halter top had nicely shaped cups that did really lift her full breasts nicely. I could easily make out her aureoles and hard nipples through the fabric though. I wondered if she really cared? 

"It looks great on you, and it is long enough to keep you covered too." I said. The hemline was no more than three inches below her crotch. Wow, she looked hot! "Get undressed and into the shower, I can't wait to show you off in that outfit!"

Dinner was quite an experience! Tricia had become another woman; the "Hot Wife" had emerged from her normally reserved persona. She walked with the most sensuous sway to her hips, her breasts moved just enough to keep her nipples hard and to let anyone looking at Tricia that she was braless and wearing nipple rings under the opaque fabric of her dress. She looked incredibly hot and she knew it!

Tricia left the table and took a walk through the bar and pool table area to survey the room and decide where she wanted to play pool and play with her watchers. She returned to Terry just as their appetizers arrived. 

"Well Terry, there are some good looking guys playing pool and another couple as well. There are a couple of tables still open so we can go play pool right after dinner. But I think I want to change my outfit for pool. I read the rules for the new pool game you want me to play and I don't have enough pieces of clothing on to last more than 3 games based on how well I play pool."

"Okay then, you do as you wish, now let's enjoy dinner and get to playing after. I'll get the table while you go change." We enjoyed our meal, the waiter enjoyed Tricia's overt flaunting of her smooth bare thighs and her non-stop erect nipple show. Our service was impeccable and constant and Tricia made sure he enjoyed the great view of her bright lime green G-string under the hot pink dress.

"Dinner was great Terry, do you want a little dessert up in the room? I thought you might want to enjoy my pussy and breasts with a little whipped cream on them? I was going to ask the waiter if he could get me a can for just that purpose?" Tricia giggled as she signaled our waiter to come over to the table. 

As he walked up to the table Tricia swung out her legs leaving her knees wide apart, the waiter was now staring at her lime green G-string as Tricia spoke to him. "Can you do me a favor and get me some whipping cream to take up to our room? I want to cover my breasts and that pussy you are staring at with whipping cream for my horny husband. Can you do that for me Trevor?"

"Um, yeah sure I can, my pleasure!" he stammered without taking his eyes off her crotch. He didn't look up until Tricia crossed her legs and cut off his view. "It's on the house, I'll go get a can and the cheque now." He turned to leave, the bulge in his pants very obvious. Tricia was beaming at the effect she had on him.

"Poor guy has quite a hard on honey, I think he liked what he saw. Do you want to see what he was staring at?" Tricia got up and moved to a chair beside me and then sat back and opened her legs as she faced me. Her G-string was completely up between her pussy lips! Only her little tuft at the top of her lips was covered with lime green fabric and a short little piece of the string showed between the bottom of her lips and over her rosebud! No wonder he couldn't stop staring! "Are you going to get a pool table or get dessert Terryblossom?"

Maybe some dessert would be in order, should I ask the waiter to serve it in the room?" I half joked, to see how Tricia would react.

"Now that's something I hadn't thought of. Maybe I'd do it but tonight it's dessert for you only" Tricia stood up. "I'm going up ahead of you and I'm going to go through the bar and make sure I get some eyes on me before we have dessert and return. This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be Terryblossom!"

She left me to wait for the dessert topping and cheque. I tipped him well and told him we were going to try our luck at pool after dessert. I winked at him and took the can of whipped cream and followed Tricia up to the room. I wasn't going to tell Tricia what I said to the waiter, I had hoped he might show up and either watch her play or join us for a game or two. In the meantime, dessert was going to fun!

Dessert was better than expected. I opened the door and walked in to find Tricia completely naked and laying on the bed in just her hot pink pumps. She was playing with her pussy and very worked up. I stripped off my clothing quickly and approached her with the can of whipping cream ready. I carefully covered each erect nipple with a white layer and then put a dab in her belly button and a dome on her mound! 

Then I knelt between her spread legs and kissed my way along her thighs. When I reached her cream covered mound I sucked off the cream, avoiding her deep red clit and moved up to her belly button and cleaned it out. Next came her heaving chest and the two delicious mounds of cream. I sucked them both rather aggressively making Tricia moan out loud. Her deep red erect nipples were glistening with my saliva as I squeezed her full breasts and then moved down to her crotch. I slowly licked up her parted glazed lips and savored her nectar; it was sweet on my tongue and still warm from her heated depths. I focused on her engorged clit strumming my tongue rapidly over it. 

Tricia came quickly, bucking against my face and screaming into a pillow.

"Come Tricia, let's get rinsed off and back down to the bar. I can't wait to play pool with you and show off your next outfit. I will lay it out on the bed while you start rinsing off. I want to save my next orgasm for later, the build up is as good as an orgasm for me!"

Tricia got up off the bed and headed into the bathroom to shower off and I started to layout her outfit. I put out the tight black jeggings, hot pink pumps, a tiny pink G-string, sheer pink silk halter, nipple chain and a hot pink cardigan to go aver her halter top and cover the fact that halter top was completely sheer and showed off her aureoles, nipples and jewelry easily. Now she layers to lose at pool but tough decisions to make as to what she wished to lose when she did. 

We showered together and I finished first. I was dressed and excited to watch Tricia come into the bedroom and see her outfit. 

"Oh my god, that's almost too reserved compared to what I was going to put-on. However the halter is very sheer and really sexy to wear in a bar with the pants and pumps, good outfit Terry. I can't wait to see what sort of reaction I get wearing this in the bar?" Tricia got dressed in flash; applied some hot pink eye shadow and bright pink lip color, she looked amazing!

We walked through the bar past a lot of men; they seemed to look at Tricia with a surprised look, probably because she had changed outfits from what she had on only an hour earlier. We got to the pool tables and they were all taken! Just our luck! Tricia just smiled and walked up to a couple and introduced herself to them. Then she asked if they would like to play pool against us. 

Their names were Angela and Ronald. He was an attractive, well-built guy, not muscular but in good shape and dressed in jeans and a nice tasteful shirt. Angela was about the same height as Tricia, she had full breasts (I guess 34C) a narrow waist and great looking ass. She was wearing a tight short skirt and a scoop-necked t-shirt and high heels. I would call her good looking, for sure! After we determined we were at about the same skill level we agreed to play a game. I ordered us drinks, a round of tequila shots and we started to play. We lost the first game and then I suggested we try a different sort of pool game.

I pulled out the game rules and they read them over. The girl was eager but he was hesitant to play. 

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with us taking off clothing in the bar?" Ronald said as he continued to read.

"It's kind of sexy Ron, I think it will be fun. If you don't want to bet clothing then bet a dare. Besides we won the first game and I know you'd like to see her lose some clothing, wouldn't you. You've staring at her the whole time we've been playing." Angela said, obviously excited to play with us.

"Okay we'll play this game of yours. We bet a "Dare it"!

"We bet a "Bare it", Tricia replied, eager to have some naughty fun.

I then suggested maybe switching up teammates if Ronald was worried about losing his clothing. Tricia looked at Angela and they said simultaneously, "Girls against guys then!" and they proceeded to laugh at their unified idea!

"Then it's settled, girls against guys, what do the girls want to bet?"

" We bet a 'Bare it' and you guys?"

"We bet a 'Double it' and we'll let you girls break." I said in reply.

Angela was wearing a skirt and top with high heels and probably a bra and panties underneath - 4 items. Ronald and I were about the same - four items each, as was Tricia.

Tricia broke and they sunk a couple of balls and then it was Ronald's turn. He sunk three balls before missing. Angela shot and missed. It was my turn and I sunk three balls too, leaving us with one and the eight ball. Tricia shot again and sunk two more balls; she was shooting better than ever! Ronald shot and sunk our last ball. But then he missed on the eight ball and it was Angela's turn; she sunk two balls before missing, it was getting closer. 

I called my shot and sunk the eight ball. We won! 

"Well girls, that's a double loss, so take off two items of clothing, right here at the table." I said as both women realized that meant some kind of exposure!

They looked at each other, and then giggled. "What can you take off Angela?" Tricia asked as she started to undo her sweater and take it off. Ronald's jaw dropped when he saw her in the halter-top; her full breasts, erect nipples and her nipple chain were on full display, in spite of being covered by pink silk. 

"I'm taking off my bra and panties, thank god I wore panties tonight! Hey why don't you take off your panties and the halter top and keep the sweater?" Angela suggested as she unhooked her bra and slipped it out from under her t-shirt. Tricia nodded and simple took off her halter-top exposing her bare breasts and sexy jewelry to the three of us. Then she casually put on her sweater and buttoned it up. She sat down on a bench and undid her pants, pulled them off and then slipped off her G-string, pulled on her pants and then stood up and tossed her G-string to me. "There's your winnings, now let's play again!" 

Ronald and I watched Angela pull off her pants and then take off her thong and hand it and her bra to Ronald; his victory spoils delivered. She wasn't in any hurry to get her pants back on either and I was enjoying looking at her neatly trimmed bush and smooth shaved lips. Her dark brown pubic hair contrasts her milky white skin nicely. It was easy to see she was quite turned-on as was Tricia. She pulled on her pants and stood up, cue in hand.

"Okay Tricia, let's kick some ass this game. Ronald go get us a round of tequila and some more Cosmos please. Your girls are thirsty and about to teach you guys a lesson. We bet another 'Bare it' what do you guys bet back?" 

"We'll bet another 'Double it' and see you two naked at the end of this game!" Ronald replied.

Angela racked the balls and Ronald broke, sinking five balls on his first turn, leaving us two and the eight ball. The girls were looking pretty nervous now! Angela shot and sunk one ball. I shot next and sunk our two balls. I was about to shoot the eight ball when Tricia said hold on for a minute. She leaned over to Angela and whispered something, they went back and forth for thirty seconds and she spoke up.

"Hey Terry, I want to use my 'Negotiate it' now before you shoot. If you sink the eight ball, I want to negotiate that we get to lose our last two pieces of clothing up in our room. The girls have agreed to put on a sexy strip for you guys if you win and we'll dance to five songs, naked if you accept our negotiation?"

I looked at Ronald and he just nodded and smiled. "Agreed" I said and started to line up the shot. Tricia walked over to the pocket I was shooting for and leaned in, causing her sweater to gape open, revealing her breasts completely. Her nipple chain hung out from her sweater and the diamond pendant swung over the pocket. If that wasn't enough, she started to unbutton her sweater and fully display her breasts.




Tricia and Terry Play Pool



I took the shot and sunk it, winning the game. 

"So, let's get this table paid for and get up to the room for our show." Ronald said as Angela and Tricia giggled at each other. 

"We're heading up before you guys to get our make fixed up and do our hair. Do not come into the bathroom, it's our dressing room now!" Tricia took Angela's hand and they left the bar, their clothing in hand and their breasts bouncing freely. They were one hot pair as they walked through the bar. They almost made it out, but a couple of guys stopped them to talk. I watched them play with the guys, teasing and flirting. Ronald missed most of it, returning just as Tricia unbuttoned the top three buttons of her sweater and showed the guys her nipple chain and how it was attached.

"Does your wife do this often Terry?" Ronald asked as he watched intently. 

"No, this is the first time for any of this sort of behavior. But I'm really enjoying my newly uninhibited wife's outgoing personality!"

"Me too, it's contagious. Angela has never been like this either. I'm having a blast, this is a fantasy come true."

"Let's get some tequila at the outlet store on the other end of the hotel and head up to the room. The girls are done teasing, for now!"

Terry & Ronald bought Tequila and then headed up to the room. As Terry swiped the card in the door lock he looked at Ronald, "So are you ready for this?" Ronald just nodded; his face seemed to have lost a bit of color!

We walked int other room, the music was blaring, the bathroom door was open so I walked over to it and looked in. The two girls were naked in the Jacuzzi, drinking the champagne and having a good visit. They really seemed to be quite comfortable with each other!

I turned to Ronald and told him to sit down for a minute and walked into the bathroom to say hi. 

As I entered, both of them turned and smiled at me. "Hey get those clothes off and join us! Where's Ronald, he can get in too!" We all knew there wasn't enough room for the four of us, so I smiled and went to the toilet, pulled out my semi-hard cock and had a pee in front of them. I flushed and turned, so Angela could get a good look at my cock before I tucked it in and zipped up.

"Hey don't tease us like that Terry, don't pull it out if you're not going to share it!" Tricia said as she sat up on the edge of the tub. Just then Ronald appeared behind me to see what was going on. He was obviously surprised to see them naked together in the tub; but he seemed to enjoy staring a Tricia's naked body as she got out and walked over to the sink to get the champagne bottle from the sink full of ice. Then she rubbed an ice cube on her nipples, making them turn rock hard. "Is that better, my horny husband? You like my nipples hard don't you?"

"That I do, so when do we get our show girls?" 

Angela stood up as I asked the question and also stepped out of the tub. She walked over to Tricia and put her arm on her shoulder and held out her glass for a refill. "We were thinking that you men might like what we have planned for you. We were discussing it in the tub and here's what we have in mind. We were going to do a strip show for you, but that's not really our style. So we decided to try something new and different for the both of us. We are going to both experience another woman for the first time! And you two get to watch us, how does that sound?"

"I'm good with that if Ronald is?" Ronald just nodded again; his jeans now had a small tent in the front!

"Okay then! Go out in the bedroom and get your chairs in position by the bed. We are going to dry off, finish our champagne and fix out hair and make-up. We'll be out in about 20 minutes." With that Tricia turned to Angela and they started kissing, open mouths and full tongue. "I think you might want to get those hard cocks out to get some relief from your problems!" Then she closed the door, leaving the two of us in suspense.

We sat down in a couple of armchairs and started to pass the Tequila bottle back and forth, we both drank straight from the bottle, and we were both in shock!

We could hear them talking, laughing and having a really good time, they were definitely feeling no pain, after all the drinks, Tequilas and now not one but two bottles of Champagne! Then the bathroom door opened and they appeared; they were both in tight fitting tops, short skirts and heels. They approached us both and kissed their respective guys on the mouth and then crawled onto the bed from both sides. They cuddled up on the bed, very close and then looked Ronald and I, "So don't you want to get your chairs a little closer and your pants off so we can "see" how excited we get you both?" Angela said as she lay back against the pillows and Tricia began to run her hands over her breasts and pinching her nipples making Angela squirm!

We listened, obeyed and moved chairs and removed pants (and underwear too); we were ready for a show that was already underway! Tricia started to kiss Angela as she started to pull up her t-shirt. As soon as Angela's breasts were exposed, Tricia started to suck on her nipples as she caressed her firm breasts. They were not as large as Tricia's, but being 15 years younger; they were much firmer! Angela responded, by pulling her t-shirt right off for Tricia's hungry mouth. Tricia's hand worked its way down between Angela's parted thighs and starting rubbing her nether lips before slipping a finger into her parted folds. Angela's pussy had very full inner lips, which protruded like flower petals from her fleshy outer lips. It was quite erotic to watch my wife play with another woman's pussy for the first time. 

Angela responded and was bucking her hips against Tricia's hand as she got finger fucked. Tricia kept kissing and then slid down her body, kissing al the way. Tricia moved between Angie's wide spread legs and bent her face down to her pussy and started to lick! Then Tricia pushed her ass up into the air and spread her knees, giving us boys a great view of her gooey enflamed pussy as she licked at another one. 

Then Tricia reached back between her thighs and started to rub her clit as she slurped and sucked at Angie's fully erect and rather long thick clit. It looked like a tiny cock! Soon Tricia was sliding her lips up and down the tiny shaft, sucking rather hard by how her cheeks kept caving in! Each time she would suck like that Angie would moan loudly and with-in five minutes Angie exploded in her first orgasm. 

Then she became the aggressor and pushed Tricia over on her back and almost ripped off her shirt to get at Tricia's engorged pussy. It was wide open and Angie dove in. She stabbed her tongue into Tricia's slick tunnel and fucked her with her tongue as she spread her legs wide apart with both hands. We had a great view of Tricia's pussy being assaulted by Angie's tongue. Then Tricia reached down and pulled her lips up and apart.

"Lick my clit, you little bitch, make me come all over your face. I want that tongue working my aching clit hard, did you hear that; Hard!" Angie pushed Tricia's legs way back towards her head and assaulted her erect clit. She definitely licked it hard because Tricia exploded all over her face. Then they turned around and started licking each other's pussies clean. Angie ventured down to Tricia's rosebud and started to lick her little blossom, which was partially dilated from her huge orgasm. 

Angie's tongue started to thrust into Tricia's rosebud making Tricia shudder and buck in orgasmic pleasure. Tricia responded with the same assault on Angie's rosebud and soon they were both coming; making all sorts of sexual noises as they did.

I had already come and was hard again. I looked over at Ronald (forgot all about him!) and realized he had also come all over his thighs and his pants on the floor. I motioned to him to come to the bed with me. We approached the two sides and I leaned over and grabbed Tricia by the hips and slid her ass to the edge of the bed. 

I took my hard cock and slammed it into her swollen pussy. She screamed with pleasure as I buried my full length in to her hot tight pussy and started to pound as hard as I could. It was then that I realized Ronald was really well hung; he had at least two inches on my nine. He followed suit and did the same to Angie. We were watching each other fuck our girls as we pounded away. 

Both girls were enjoying their respective poundings when I said, "Switch?"

I got one "sure" and two "fuck yes" answers. So Ronald and I traded places and continued where we left off. 

Tricia seemed to enjoy the longer and thicker cock as she played with her breasts. Angie liked my cock as well. Then she turned and looked at me, "Do you like anal?"

I didn't have to answer, just smile as I slipped my cock out of her pussy and slowly into her ass. She reached back with one hand and pulled her cheek up and I slipped past her ring of muscle and into her heated tight ass. It was incredibly tight and I took my time, stroking slowly. Then Angie hissed, "Pound me, I want it hard, all the way in!"

I did as she asked and really pounded her backside. She was coming profusely because the angle I was fucking her at caused my cock to stab her G-spot on each stroke into her tight ass. The nectar oozed continuously from her pussy onto her lower thigh and the duvet. After she stopped panting, she sat up and stared at Tricia as Ronald was fucking her.

"Tricia do you mind if Terry and Ronald give me a "DP"? I've never had the courage to ask Ronald if he would allow me to try it. So this is my chance as Terry's cock fits so well in my ass that I can relax and enjoy it."

Tricia looked at me first with a look that said I hadn't wasted any time getting my anal sex craving satisfied! I looked at her and simply said, "Angie asked me and I obliged, plain and simple."

Okay, but only if you agree to let me try to deep-throat Ronald. I know he's a lot longer than Terry but not as thick, but I can get Terry's all the way down so I want to try for a few inches more."

Angie was shocked, "Really, you can get that down your throat? Sure, I want to watch you work on Ronald's if he doesn't mind? And while he's getting serviced, I want Terry to give me a hummer, after all Tricia you were bragging about how good he is!"

Ronald & I felt like sex objects, what a turn of roles! We lay down on the bed on either side of Angie and gripped our hard cocks and I watched as Ronald slid his cock into her pussy before I started to enter her backside. Her rosebud was quite dilated still so my cock slipped in easily. The feeling of Ronald's hard cock against mine was quite a turn-on. 

We both began slowly, Angie was really getting turned and soon she screamed, "Fucking pound me guys, make me really scream, I want to feel those cocks pound me hard!" I already had fantasies of doing this to Tricia on our tropical holiday.

We responded with like and she exploded in orgasm, fluids squirted from everywhere it seemed. Then Ronald slipped his still hard cock from Angie's pussy and rolled onto his back and held the thick shaft vertically and looked at Tricia.

"Get over here and swallow this cock Tricia!" She obeyed eagerly and took both her hands and held him at the base and proceeded to lick all of Angie's honey from his long cock and then she started to slowly take his length into her mouth. 

"Hold on, I have an idea." Tricia got onto the bed on her back and hung her head over the side, backwards so her face tilted downward and her throat was inline with her mouth. "Now try this position, I want you to throat fuck me!"

Ronald positioned him self and dropped the head of his cock into her mouth. Tricia slurped on the head and then he slowly started to push his cock further and further into her mouth and then throat! Inch by inch it went deeper and deeper. Tricia's gag reflex went off a few times, her stomach suddenly caging in response. But soon she was taking the full fucking length into her throat! I was impressed and so was Angie! She had forgotten completely about her hummer! We both were in awe of Tricia's oral skills and enjoying the live show. Ronald was close to coming and Tricia could tell. 

She started to shorten his thrusts and then pulled out his cock and pumped him hard while she sucked on his purple head. Ronald exploded all over Tricia's chest and face, covering her with ropes of come! I'd never seen a guy come that much; Tricia was completely covered from forehead to pussy! Angie crawled over and started to lick her clean. Ronald and I just watched the show; it was very erotic to watch a woman lick another clean. Then Angie rolled on her back and just smiled at me; I was up!

I knelt between her legs and began kissing her highs and working my way towards her pussy. Then I remembered that clit! I couldn't wait to suck on it. I had always fantasized about a big clit on a woman. I tried not to hurry as I licked and kissed her smooth lips (she was recently waxed for sure) and then it appeared; her hard clit popped up from between her engorged lips. Then Angie reached down and pulled back her lips and her clit literally stood at attention. It had to be almost ¾ of an inch long with a little head on it! I wanted to examine it, play with and take a few photos too; but this wasn't the time or place to. 

I licked it carefully and gauged her response. She started to moan, so I proceeded to lick up and down the shaft. Then I took it between my lips and closed them on it. I started to suck on the hard little shaft and Angie instantly came! I continued, but softly, re-building her orgasmic climb. 

And she responded by starting to thrust against my sucking and pumping motion up and down her tiny shaft. She was gushing honey now and I coated two fingers and then stuffed them into her burning hot pussy. I matched my finger thrusts with my sucking motions and Angie was now multi-orgasmic and under my control. I took for a long roller coaster ride of orgasms and rests. 

By the time she "got off the ride" she had come at least ten times. She was panting uncontrollably when I stopped.

I stood up and wiped my glazed face off with Tricia's skirt and said, "Anyone for a game of pool?" A resounding chorus of, "NO!" filled the room.

More to "come"...



Tricia Gets to Ride First Class



(This new ending picks up toward the end of a story by me titled "Tricia Rides First Class". I wasn't satisfied with the original version, so have revised it here. It now ties in with other short stories I've written under my pseudonym tribalsurf. Hope you enjoy this addition!)

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"Grab your coat and the drinks and follow me, sugar britches," I laughed. "I've found us a better spot to make out."

She swooped up the stuff so fast I thought she might trip and spill our glasses while I gathered up the luggage. 

The room was musty but clean. Inside was a row of twin beds, each separated by a curtain similar to those used in hospitals for privacy. It was sparingly furnished, but efficient for those times when members have to stay overnight at the airport due to inclement weather or mechanical delays. 

Tricia headed straight to the sleep area at the back of the room, putting the drinks on the nightstand while giving me what she must been her oft practiced, but seldom used sexy look. She took up her drink and treated herself to a large gulp. Her eyes watered and her knees wobbled, but she managed to choke it down. With a cute shake of her arse she headed for the toilet.

"Back in a flash, Dave," she called over her shoulder. "I gotta pee."

Well, I guess I was glad she didn't have to take a shit, but I would have much preferred she kept such information to herself. Just another American trait that takes getting used to...

As good as her word, Tricia was back in less than 2 minutes. I heard the commode flush, the water run in the sink, and then there she was standing before me dressed only in her little shirt and panties. My heart fluttered at her beauty. Young perhaps, but on the verge of becoming a real stunner. Her long hair, parted down the middle framed her oval face. Her heavy eye makeup did nothing to distract one from her soft eyes, plush lips, perfect skin. 

She walked slowly up to me, allowing me to devour her with my eyes. Her nipples stood out against her shirt, her arousal apparent. She stepped closer and loosened my tie, pulling it through the collar when it was undone. Then she began on my shirt, taking each button with both hands as she pressed her small body against my own. I pushed her hands down to my belt as I took over the buttons of my shirt. She unhooked my pants and slid down my zipper, then helped me pull my shirt and T shirt off. She breathed deeply when she saw my broad chest and well developed abs.

Her hands went back to my hips, now pushing my trousers down. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and she tossed her head to shake her hair into place. I stepped out my pants, leaving me in my boxers patterned in whimsical blue jellyfish which made her giggle. I took the waist of her panties and pulled them up tight into her crotch, giving her a wedgie so I could see the outline of her little pie. I bunched the material in one hand to bare her cheekers and was delighted to see a perfect little bubble butt, pale as the sheet on the bed we stood next to.

I took her into my arms and kissed her softly, allowing her to set the pace. My hands traveled the length of her torso, feeling the texture and ripeness of her skin and pausing now and again to caress her breasts. We sat down together on the bed and I pulled her onto my lap. As our lips stayed pressed my right hand began moving from her knee, traversing the distance between that spot and her thigh and back down again, brushing against her cunny each time until finally I ran a finger up and down the fabric covering her slit, pressing against her clit and then drawing circles around it.

Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. She was slightly intoxicated, horny as hell and wet as a ripe plum. I slipped the cotton panty to the side. Not a hair to be seen, so either she was more immature than I had guessed, or she kept herself groomed in a way not many girls appreciate, but all men do. 

My stiff rod was pushing against her ass, so I stood her up and spun her round so she faced me, locked in between my knees. I kissed her belly button, tracing its outline with my tongue as I pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out one foot at a time and I nudged her feet apart so I could slide my hands up the insides of her legs.

She looked over my head toward the door and asked if I was certain we'd have no interruptions. My response was to bend forward and slowly lick her pussy in long, slow strokes. I felt her knees wobble and she put her hands on my shoulders as she stood there and allowed me to taste her. I don't think I've ever wanted to make a girl come so badly as I did with Tricia. I wasn't convinced that I would be her first, nor did I really care for that matter. I just wanted to be her best.

I pulled her down onto the bed and lay alongside her, kissing her neck and ear, using my hot breath and rough beard to stimulate those erotic zones. My hand found her velvety mound and I pressed my palm against her pubic bone as I kissed and sucked her nipples. She had perfect little C cup titties topped with dark pennies. Working my way down her belly, which tickled her, I began again on her pussy. 

She had delicate outer labial lips, which I stroked tenderly with my tongue. She was going wild, and I wanted her to have a quick, hard orgasm, but no more than she did herself. Her hand opened herself for me, pulling back the hood over her clit so I could give it the attention she so desperately craved. When I took over her hand went up to her breasts and began torturing her nipples and breasts, twisting them violently as if the pain delighted her.

I made her come once, and then twice and then again a third time, with barely any separation between each besides a deep sigh and a shudder that went through her body causing it to spasm and jerk. I knew I could do anything I wanted with her. The best part was that she wanted me to do whatever I wanted. Hell, I knew that even before her first sip of vodka.

I worked the length of my middle finger up and down the opening to her cunt, letting her wetness lubricate it. Using my other hand I opened her so I could expose her inner lips. I spit on her twat, then let my finger slide up inside her. She gave a little gasp and screwed her eyes shut tight. I probed around in there, feeling for her G spot before slipping my first finger up there, too. 

I spit again, this time further south, lubing my little finger with saliva as I worked it between the cheeks of her arse. She began squirming, trying to fight me, so to calm her I began working her clitty again with my tongue. I was going up her poop shoot whether she liked it or not.

I changed her position, moving her onto her knees while she hung onto the headboard looking back at me. I worked two fingers inside her again and began rimming her asshole with my tongue. She was so slender that I had easy access to both puss and butthole, so I alternated between the two as she shuddered her way into her fourth climax.

Now it was my turn. I stood alongside the bed and dropped my boxers. My schlong stood out in front of me at its full nine inches.

"God, talk about Shetland Ponies," she gasped as she saw its length and girth. She sat staring at it from on her knees, not knowing what to do with it. Finally she reached out and grasped the shaft like a spear, looking up at me with big eyes filled with wonder and a hint of fear.

"So have you ever...." I began, not knowing exactly how to ask her if she was a virgin. How could she not be? But she definitely knew how to pleasure herself.

"Not for real," she replied. I looked at her quizzically, not understanding. "I mean, I've, uh, put other stuff inside me before, but not with a guy or anything. Alone. In my room late at night when I can't sleep. But what I use is real small; nothing like this!"

I looked at my watch. We had sixty minutes before our flight began boarding. An hour before last call at the gate and they closed the cabin door. Plenty of time. I stepped closer to her and removed her hand.

"Open your mouth," I commanded. "Stick out your tongue." She did as I ordered. I placed the head of my cock onto it and told her to start licking it. She complied instantly and began working me over from balls to tip. I told her to French the hole and see if she could taste my precum. Tricia nodded with a smile. I told her to use a hand to stroke the shaft as she bobbed on the head. 

"Yessss... yes, that's a good girl. Keep looking up at me with those pretty eyes of yours... Yes... Good... Suck me sweetheart," I moaned, standing over her as she became absorbed in her work. "Now the balls. Take one into your mouth Tricia and suck on it, too. Good... Yes, that feels wonderful. Now back to the head and taste me again."

When she had the hang of it, I lay down under her so I could lick her cunny while she gave me head. Once she was good and wet again I slid out from under her and left her again on her knees.

"Hang onto something babycakes, and stuff a corner of the pillow in your mouth. You're about to be filled for the first time with real dick."

"Is it gonna hurt, Dave?" she pleaded as she eyed my throbbing python. Her little quim was red and swollen in anticipation. She wanted me to stuff her, but she was also a bit scared.

"Just relax, sweetheart and breathe nice and deep. Once you learn that you won't believe how good it feels." I moved so the woodsman's helmet was pressed against her pussy lips. "Open yourself for me, Tricia. Reach back and spread yourself."

Using both hands she did as I asked while I slid more and more of my cock inside her tight hole. Her undeveloped pelvic girdle didn't give me much to hang onto as I worked myself deeper, but it was enough.

"Oh!" she cried once. "Oh sweet Jesus! Oh Joe, it feels good. It feels real good!" I was halfway inside her and I could feel her tightening and relaxing involuntarily. I pulled back a bit and then pushed deeper still.

"Ungh!" she gasped. "OK, try some more now. Yeah, that's it. More!" She actually began pushing back against me, her tiny body looking so small next to mine. 

I never in a million years thought the little tramp would be able to take my entire cock inside her, but she was determined, so I kept inching it in little by little. Finally I was pressed against her ass. She was humped up like an angry cat and mewling like a kitten. I eased out of her and she let out a long exhale. I realized she had been holding her breath, afraid to move for fear of bursting. I began fucking her slowly, building the tempo as I felt her relax. Soon she was in rhythm with me, bucking back as I thrust deep inside her. A natural. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it so she arched her back, her face a grimace of pain and anger. I slapped her ass, spanking her and calling her a hot little fuck toy and the like. 

"Yes! I'm a dirty little whore. I love to feel your big dick inside me," she agreed. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard," she snarled. 

I obliged till I was ready to come. I knew she wasn't going to get off again this way. But I was close. I pulled out of her and told her to roll over onto her back. I knee crawled up alongside her face and fed her my cock, now slick with her own juices. She smiled up at me as she slurped away.

"Ready for a treat, you bad little girl?" I asked through clenched teeth. She had the head of my cock balanced on her tongue while I stroked myself.

"Unh hunh," she agreed, not knowing exactly what the treat might be. I unloaded a massive wad of come into her mouth, with a couple of spurts landing on her cheek and one on her chin. At least I didn't mess up her eye makeup. Her brace filled mouth smiled up at me.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that," she said after she swallowed. Using my dick like a spatula I swept the stray ropes of jizz into her mouth. God, she was cute.

"Wait here, I'll get you a towel or something," I suggested.

"That's OK. Just hand me my drink," she replied. She took a bit and swirled it around her mouth and then swallowed. "Ahh, that did the trick. That stuff is so gooey I couldn't get it all down! It's got a real strange taste, too. Kinda salty, but sweet. There sure was a lot of it, wasn't there, Joe?"

"There sure was, honey," I agreed as I smiled across at her. "You go get dressed and fixed up. We've got a plane to catch!"

"Holy crap, I forgot all about that," she exclaimed holding a hand to her face. "We're not gonna miss it are we?"

"Not if you hurry, babycakes. We have about fifteen minutes so we'd better haul ass." Tricia gathered up her clothes and scampered into the lavatory.

I stripped the bed and threw the linens in a hamper by the bathroom door. I pulled my clothes on after milking the last droplet of come from my penis and wiping it on the thick cocktail napkin under my drink. I gulped down the last of the vodka and cranberry, glad that a lot of ice had melted to water it down. Pulling on my pants I began laughing. What an extremely perverted act I had just pulled on this girl, I told myself. Not that she didn't want it and love it, mind you, but nonetheless it was something that a man with any kind of moral compass at all would be loathe to recall. I knew that personally, I'd always savor the memory of fucking this little tart, however old or young she might be.

Tricia was out of the john with five minutes to spare. I ducked in and gave my hair a quick comb, after taking a leak and washing my hands. Wouldn't do for them to smell like fresh peach-fish. Not the kind of aroma one usually finds wafting around the First Class cabin of a 747. We hurried out the Crowne Room after receiving hard stares from the receptionist. 

"I've been announcing this flight for the last twenty minutes, Mr. Sunderland. I hope you and Miss Berke had a nice nap!"

"Actually, Miss Hawkins," I rejoined, reading her name off her badge, "I was quite ill and stuck in the lavatory the entire time. Fortunately, I'm feeling much better now."

"I had a wonderful nap," Tricia chirped. "I dreamed about riding my Shetland pony back home!" she giggled with a naughty smirk. 

I just stood there trying not to burst out laughing.

With a toss of her hair and an impish grin on her face she spun and took me by the arm. "Come on Uncle Dave, let's split this joint."

We were the last ones to board the plane, and I forced the flight attendant to move someone's gear from our overhead bin, since that person was further back in Coach. Tough shit to be a nobody, isn't it? I ordered a straight cranberry juice for Tricia, and a coffee for myself. Once we were settled in she whispered that it felt like she was sitting on a tennis ball. 

"That's what you get for riding your pony right up until flight time", I scolded her.

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She giggled, and then fell fast asleep leaning against me. When she shifted over against the window I stood and opened the overhead. Digging through a side pocket of her duffle I found her ID. It was a driver's license for Tricia Berke, age nineteen, issued by the Sacramento office of the state of California. 

Studying the picture I came to the conclusion that I was in the company of a world class con artist. The photo on the driver's license carried a resemblance to the girl I was sitting with, but not much of one. The height and hair color were a match, and I guess I'd be fooled if I didn't look too closely. Who's not going to trust a sweet little thing like her, anyway? But there was no way that Tricia in the photo was the Tricia I had just fucked and was now sleeping in the seat next to mine on the plane.

I dug deeper into the pocket of her pack and found another photo ID, this issued by a school in Florida. By golly, we have a match! Carrie Johnson, eighteen years old, a senior at Cypress Creek High School in Orlando.

I put it back and went into the forward lav. I studied my face in the mirror, suddenly feeling much older than thirty-two. I shrugged once, and then shrugged again, then grinned at my reflection. God, I can be such a dumbass when I catch a whiff of sweet, young pussy.

This little mink had me buffaloed coming and going. She was traveling on someone else's ID, probably a friend's. She wasn't fifteen, or sixteen, or seventeen, either. She was legal, thank God. And I guess that's gonna have to be good enough for me.

****** END OF STORY FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE ******

****** PERSONAL JOURNAL ENTRY BY THE GIRL ******

Dear Diary: It was my first time flying all alone. I'm so grown up now, even though I'm still considered a kid by my stupid teachers and most grownups. According to my ID, I'm nineteen, for God's sake, and that's practically middle aged in some countries. 

Or at least it is according to my friend Derek, who's pretty old, but cool as hell. He's the one who has helped me grow up and accept my womanly ways, as he calls them. I met him through my friend Vika at a party at his house.

It wasn't really a party in the literal sense of the word, 'cause when I think of a party I expect there to be like a lot of people and loud music and beer and stuff. It wasn't anything like that at Derek's. It was just me and Vika and him, and I thought at first that I'd be bored as hell or feel left out, but right off the bat he made me feel right at home. 

I knew him and Vika were "doing the deed", or at least had once before that night. Vika is my age, and sometimes she's just plain crazy. She's a risk taker, where I'm more careful I guess you could say. Hah, at least I used to be anyway! A couple of months ago he pulled her out of some really big surf and saved her life. Right after that she began visiting him every chance she could. 

She got a real huge crush on him, and told me how hot he is and how nice. I knew she was going to give him her cherry, and I admit that I was a little jealous. I didn't want her to be ahead of me like that, so I asked her a couple of days ago when she told me her and him had gone all the way if she was in love with Derek, or if maybe she'd mind if I got in on the fun, seeing as how we've been best friends since third grade and all.

Vika was totally cool about it, and we worked it so she would do it with him first during the middle of the week, and then I'd get in on the action that weekend when I could get away from my uptight parents. 

When I saw Vika on Thursday at school, I could see that she was different. Happier, you could say, although she was walking kinda funny, like the time we had been pretending to be stunt women on our bikes, jumping ramps and stuff like that, and her feet came off her pedals and she landed real hard on her puss puss on the seat of her bike. She told me that losing her cherry was fucking perfect, to use her words since I didn't used to talk that way at all. Now I do curse once in awhile. Sometimes no other words can describe the bullshit that happens in this world.

When we got to Derek's house that night, Vika was halfway between scared and going out of her mind with excitement. Something weird had happened to her earlier that day, but she wasn't going to tell me about it until after the "party". She made up an excuse to leave me and Derek alone for a couple of minutes so we could size each other up. 

We were in the kitchen and he was making milkshakes for me and V. I told him flat out that I wasn't some little kid and that I'd rather have a beer. He gave me this look that said that's exactly what he wanted me to say, and the next thing I knew we were kissing. I was embarrassed about wearing braces on my teeth, but they didn't seem to bother him at all. Damn, but he's a good kisser, and I could feel myself getting all squishy between my legs after about only 5 seconds of having his tongue in my mouth. I knew I was in for a great time and I wasn't disappointed. 

He has a fantastic beach house, with a killer stereo system that pumps tunes into every room. And he's got big plasma screen TVs mounted in the living and bed rooms and what's better than that? Plus he's right on the beach and has a huge patio with a Jacuzzi that's set up so you can look out onto the dunes and water beyond, but nobody can see you and whether you're wearing any clothes or not, which we never do.




Tricia Gets to Ride First Class



OK, so getting back to that night, me and Vika were watching this outtasight video he put together of surfing and other radical sports and sipping our drinks. He was laid back and not saying much, just letting us get into the film and the great music track that played with it. Derek's a TV writer, so he knows all kinds of stars and musicians out in Hollywood and in New York so he makes a lot of money. But he's just a regular dude. A surfer type, but not a dumbass like a lot of them. 

I was on one side of him and Vika was on the other. They started making out and I was feeling kinda weird. Next thing I know, Vika's in front of him doing a strip tease. I gotta say it was pretty hot even though she doesn't have much of a body yet. But she's really pretty and danced so nasty like we do when we're watching BET and VH1 late at night at her house. While she was taking off her clothes Derek began kissing and hugging me. So guess what happens next? That's right, I was up there taking my clothes off, too, bumping and grinding like a hoochie girl. I didn't go all the way to butt assed naked, but just down to my little lace bra and panties. I was pretty dizzy from the beer, since I don't drink and I was on my second or third by this time. 

Me and V pulled Derek to his feet and then we sat down and made him strip for us. Holy shit, it was so fucking hot I could feel my ears burning, and my cooch felt like it was on fire. All I could think about was having his hands on me and his mouth kissing me wherever he wanted, and I wanted it to be everywhere.

He's about 30 I guess; maybe a few years younger, like it really matters! He was way older than me and V, and probably only a couple years younger than my parents. Once his shirt came off and I saw what kind of shape he's in it didn't matter. Can you say broad shoulders, a great chest, perfect arms, a stomach that looked like he did a gazillion crunches a day? 

Then he began taking his pants off --- I couldn't tear my eyes away, except he was doing it so slow and sexy that me and Vika both reached out at the same time and just about ripped them off him. I felt like if I didn't have him touching me in the next four seconds I was going to explode.

He sat back down and then pulled me into his lap and began kissing me, like he could read my mind or something. God, it felt so good. Then his hands began exploring my body, and I almost fainted I was so happy. It was finally going to happen! After laying awake thinking about it for all those nights since I first made myself climax by accident when I was nine, I was going to let a guy make love to me. 

I had dreamed about it even. And in all my fantasies I always came out disappointed because I couldn't think of a single boy I wanted to do it with. They are all such dorks, even the cute ones who I guess I should want, but never have because I bet they'd just fumble around until they got off and then go bragging to all their friends and saying what a slut I was. 

My best fantasies were always with a guy like Derek, and even sometimes with an older man in his forties or even fifties. They seem so nice and harmless, but I know they still like sex from the way I see them stare at me and Vika when we're out at the mall, and because they're old they probably know a lot more about it than younger guys. 

That's what I really want.... A man with experience who will teach me everything so I can make him happy while he's making me happy.

So Derek was like my ideal fantasy come true. He's great looking, really really nice, and best of all he lives far enough away so I won't run into him accidentally when I'm out with my parents! Just thinking about him makes my mind race and my bod begin to quiver. 

Is it bad for me to admit that I'm touching myself down there while I'm writing this, Dear Diary?

While he was kissing and holding me the whole world seemed to stop and I just became one huge nerve. Every touch, sound, smell, taste and sight was the most beautiful thing I could ever hope to experience. I wanted him to undress me all the way, and as I stood before him I could tell Vika wanted me the same way I wanted Derek, and that was beautiful, too. 

I smiled at her when she knelt between my legs and began kissing me down there, and I let her taste my honey juice as it flowed from inside me like a river of melting snow. And that's exactly the way I felt --- like I was melting inside. Something frozen and cold was thawing at an incredible rate, like Spring suddenly coming to the high mountains and bringing everything to life. 

That's the way I felt the first time I came from someone else's touch. And the weird part is that I'm pretty sure it was from Derek more than from Vika, even though she was working my virgin pussy over like a starving kitten at a bowl of milk. Something about the way Derek touched me. It had a power that I can't describe. Although what V was doing felt pretty damn fine, too.

We had all kinds of sex together that night, and I'm not ashamed of a single bit of it! My body, my mind and my heart were ready, and the way it felt was so good and so intense that there's no way that it could be wrong, like the way my parents or teachers would try to make it seem. 

What's cool is that I know I don't love Derek in that movie kind of way, but I really really like him a lot. He can have me any time he wants, but I'm not swearing myself to him like he's my one and only. I think maybe Vika feels that way about him, even though I think she likes girls as much as she does boys. I've been over to his house with V a few more times since then, and it's always a lot of fun. 

Sometimes it's just me and him together, which I have to admit I like the best, and sometimes all three of us get the room all steamy. There's even been a couple of times when it's just me and V, playing with some sex toys Derek bought for us to experiment with, and while I don't like eating her coochie the way V loves eating mine, I don't mind getting her off with a vibrator. Derek has one that has two thingies on it, and that's the one V likes best. That girl loves having stuff up her butt! Me, I can take it or leave it.

So I'm a woman now, using an ID I bought from a friend who sweet-talked a night club bouncer into giving it to her. The driver's license is for some chick from Orlando named Carrie Johnson. Nineteen and looks a lot like me, if I was having a real bad day. I'm on my way out to California to visit my grandma who lives in Anaheim. I have to use this phony ID sometimes because I don't have one of my own yet. 

I have another ID I use when I think I'm about to get busted for doing something that says I'm still a minor. Sometimes cops will not be so harsh on a sweetie pie like me, as long as I'm underage and pretend I don't know any better. Then I just get the stern lecture, and I act like I'm real scared, when really I'd like to either tell them to fuck off, or maybe grab their cranks and give them a blow job so maybe they'd lighten up a bit. 

The other ID is some other girl's, too. We look a lot alike, and her name is Tricia Berke. She just turned eighteen last month, so I need to find a new fake ID for some chick that's still a minor. I like having all these aliases. It makes me feel like I'm some kind of spy or something.

I remember seeing this old-timey game show where a bunch of impostor's tried to fool a panel of celebrities, with all the fakes saying they were the same person. The game always ended with the announcer asking, "Will the real so and so, please stand up." That's how I feel. Some day someone's going to ask, "Will the real Amy Saunders please stand up," and when they do, I'm gonna haul ass or just sit there till I know for sure what they want. That's my real name by the way. Amy Saunders, secret agent, out of Cocoa Beach, Florida.

Grandma Jenna is pretty cool, and I really love her because she's never treated me like a little kid. It's as if she's always seen me as a person and relates to me more like my friends do. She works at the Tragic Kingdom as she calls it, meaning Disneyland, doing something that keeps her there till late at night --- like after midnight. I think she manages one of the fancy restaurants and has to stay late to make sure things are closed down just right. 

We hang out during the day until 3PM, then she has to get ready to go to work. I stay in her condo by myself until she gets in. Then sometimes we stay up all night watching old movies on TV on videos and talking about the world and stuff like that.

So I was emailing V one afternoon telling her about Huntington Beach and the scene there (lots of surfers) and of course all she wanted to know about were how good were the waves, as if I'd even look twice with all those hot guys walking around! 

Then later on in the email she told me about a website she found that had all kinds of posts, from chat to things for sale, to get this... an erotic listing of people who wanted to meet and do it for money! So I checked it out, and sure enough there were listings for all over the country, including Orange County California and Anaheim. 

I couldn't believe how many girls sell their bodies and how much money they make doing it! Some real pretty ones can get $400 an hour, and sometimes even more if they're like built like porn stars and aren't too old.

I started thinking about it, and then got my digital camera out and began taking sexy shots of myself in my bikini, and then later in my bra and panties. Before taking any photos I opened a web mail account that couldn't be traced without a huge hassle. 

In the pictures I was careful to blur my face so nobody could see it was me, and then as a dare to myself I posted an ad that said, "Horny schoolgirl 18. Seeks men for incall pleasure. GFE if I like you, no bareback, showers or Greek. $300 hour; $250 half. No haggling. Be discreet. Send me an email that includes a phone number where I can call you back." 

I wasn't sure what bareback, showers or Greek meant, but I figured from reading a lot of ads before I posted mine that they meant sex without a condom, butt fucking and yech!, being peed on. Jesus, what kind of skanks let guys pee on them? I put my untraceable email address down with the ad, then uploaded it to the site. Holy cow, within fifteen minutes my email account was getting so many messages I could barely keep track of them all.

After blocking my phone number I answered the first email that wasn't too crazy sounding. I wish I hadn't because the guy sounded drunk so I blew him off saying someone was pulling a prank on me. He was real mean and told me he wanted to come over and show me what happens to bad girls like me. I told him to go screw himself and that if he called back I'd give his number to the cops for hassling an underage girl. That shut him right up. 

The next guy I called sounded kinda scared, but real polite. I asked him his name and he said Kevin. I asked him how old he was and what he looked like because a girl like me can be choosy, and if he turned out to be lying when I checked him through my peephole I wouldn't even answer the door. He laughed and said he was in his twenties and was a little overweight and was embarrassed about how short he was. 

I told him I would see him, but only for the $300 rate and it had to be within the next hour because the rest of my night was already booked. (This was around 3PM.) He got real excited and said that would be fine and that all he needed to do was take a quick shower and then hit an ATM and he'd be right over. I gave him directions and told him exactly where to park, and this way I could check him out from the window before he came up. If he looked like he described I'd tell him which building and unit number.

I suddenly realized I didn't have any condoms, so I ran to the drugstore two blocks away and bought a box, but not before the ugly hag of a saleslady gave me the third degree. I told her my mom sent me because she was home looking after my six younger brothers and sisters and that my dad was due home that night from serving in Iraq and she didn't want any more kids, thank you very much. It worked, and the witch actually smiled at my story. Hah!

I took a quick shower, too, and actually found myself getting wet with the thought that in just a few minutes some strange man would be stepping into my bedroom and making love to me. I know, it's not really making love, but fucking sounds so coarse and dirty. Even though Derek has taught me to love fucking. I'd be his slave if he wanted, even though like I said, I don't love him or anything. I'm just hung up on his body. And the way he makes me feel. 

So Kevin would be only the second guy I've had inside me, and I was pretty damned eager, even if he did turn out to be some fat mama's boy who had saved up some allowance. At least he was going to blow it on me -- while I was blowing on him. Ha ha! If he's lucky. But I'd rather blow him than have him fucking me if he's not cute. At least if I'm sucking his dick I don't have to look at him that much.

I watched as a nice silver Mazda RX7 pulled into the spot I was keeping an eye on. A guy got out who looked the way Kevin had described himself. Not too bad, I told myself, but certainly no Derek. I knew I was going to have to quit comparing every guy to him, but it was hard not to. 

The only guy I can think of who is hotter is maybe Brad Pitt. Or Matt Damon. Or Mark Wahlberg. Or an older guy like Tommy Lee Jones, or even Sean Connery. Now those are real men. Whew baby, how many nights had I gone to sleep with my old stuffed teddy bear crammed between my legs dreaming of those guys? Every one I'd say.

My heart was beating real hard when the doorbell rang. I looked through the peephole at him and saw that he was kinda dorky looking. Pretty harmless though, with thick glasses and some zit scars. I opened the door and stood behind it. The dumbass just stood out in the hallway until I whispered loud for him to come the hell in. Jeez, I was probably going to have to everything for this nerd. I closed the door behind him and let him get his first look at me. He broke into a huge smile and then I swear to God, he blushed. 

I was wearing a cute little camisole nightie and my naughtiest panties with the pink hearts. My Florida tan stood out against the white filmy material, and my round boobies were standing nice and firm with the nipples pointy and hard. I had pulled my long brown hair into pigtails, and gave Kevin a big brace-filled smile.

"Come in," I told him. I stepped closer to him and inhaled discreetly through my nose. I had told him not to smoke any nasty cigarettes between the time he took his shower and when he got to my place. I swear, nothing says stupid like a cigarette. He smelled OK, so I told him to make himself comfortable as I waited for him to hand over the money.

He stood there shifting from foot to foot, not knowing what to do, so I asked him if he had anything for me in a real sweet voice, looking shy and innocent. He finally got it and dug into his pocket and pulled out a wad of twenties and offered them to me.

"Just put them on the table over there, Kevin," I smiled, motioning with my head toward the nightstand. I had put a low watt bulb in my bedside table lamp and covered it with a blue kerchief that cast the room in a nice subdued light. From my sound system came some soft music that suited the mood I was trying to create. 

"Why don't you get more comfortable, and I'll be right back?" I suggested again. I stepped into the hallway to allow him time to undress, wondering if he was so ignorant that when I got back he'd still have his clothes on. If he did, that would be his problem. I'd sit next to him and have a nice conversation, and maybe do a hoochie dance for him, but until he showed me his, I'd be damned if I'd show him mine.

I gave him about three minutes, listening against the wall for any sound of him, and then I re-entered the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, butt naked except for a pair of dress socks that came halfway up his calves. I almost lost it laughing, but somehow managed to hold it in. 

I came swaying up to him, my hard little body moving gently to the music as I pushed my way in between his knees. He immediately got a raging boner, all of about 4 inches -- and that may be generous. Putting my hands on his shoulders I brushed his face with my tits and let my legs and ass rub all over his inner thighs. He was blushing again as I danced back away and began doing a slow strip for him.

I continued dancing till the end of the song, moving erotically and fondling myself. He hadn't touched himself yet, and I wondered if what he might be what Derek had described as a 'quick draw', meaning he'd come as soon as anything came in contact with his peter. 

Derek said he used to be that way, which is hard to imagine. Now that man can last as long as he wants it seems, making me work hard to get him to come. That's my job, and I love it. Making Derek come. I get wet just thinking about it.

I turned and bent all the way over, feet apart and knees locked, pointing my little biscuit right at Kevin, the way I'd been taught. I was so close to him he could probably smell my arousal, and if he thought I was juiced up for him, it didn't bother me. He reached out and ran his hand across my butt cheek, then gripped its firm roundness. 

I stood and looked at him over my shoulder, giving him my innocent but naughty look. He groaned loudly. I backed up and sat down next to him. He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away gently and shook my head. Kissing was off limits. 

I lay back and stretched to the drawer of the nightstand, taking a condom from it. I took it from its wrapper and told him to lie back. He did as I ordered, closing his eyes rapturously as I slid the rubber down his little dick. I fondled him for a bit, playing with his balls and jacking him some. 

I ran my tongue up the shaft of his dick and he groaned again. This wouldn't take long, I chuckled to myself. He'd paid for an hour, so I'd let him come twice if he was able, or just once if that's all he could manage. The meter was running, and we'd already burned a quarter of an hour with my dance and strip show. 

I sucked his dick for a while, letting my hair brush across his belly. I could tell he was getting close, so I slowed down and put a little pain in the mix by pinching his ball sack and nipples and using my teeth on the head of his willy. Not much, but just enough to bring him down from pre-climax levels. Damn, I really owed Derek a bunch for all he's taught me. 

I glanced at the bedside clock and saw that we'd past the halfway point. Now I could make him come any time and feel all right about charging him the whole $300 rate. Hell, he was getting his money's worth, I told myself as I went back to slurping his weiner. 

"C-c-can I fuck you," he stammered.

"Sure baby, you can fuck me," I giggled. "How do you like it? Doggy style? Missionary? Me on top?"

"Uh, however you like it best, I guess." 

I felt like saying I like it best with a much bigger dick, but instead rolled over so I sat astride him.

I positioned my hairless poonanni over the head of his dick, and slowly guided it inside me, making sure to grimace like it was big and that I was having a hard time getting it in. My poon was still wet from thinking about Derek, and I clamped hard on Kevin's dick with my cunt muscles. He came almost immediately, his gasps and moans almost sounding like he was crying. Pitiful, but it was an easy three hundred bucks.

I rolled off him, making sure to keep the rubber attached to his dick by clamping my hand on it. The reservoir held a load of his semen. "Did you like that, baby?" I asked, sounding to myself like a professional courtesan. "Was little Lexi good for Kevin's big dick?" I had decided to use my friend's name since I knew I'd always react to it if someone called it out.




Tricia Gets to Ride First Class



"Are we through?" he asked, looking pleased with himself.

"Yeah, sweetie, that's what I call getting your money's worth. I usually don't let a guy fuck both my mouth and my pussy, but I made an exception for you 'cause you're so nice."

"But it's only been a little over half an hour," he complained.

"Here's the way it is, honey," I said sitting next to him and holding his hand. "You get one shot per half hour. You didn't come the first half, but you did just now in the second half. We can sit here and talk, or you can get cleaned up, but that's all the sex we can have. Unless you want to pay for another round," I suggested with my sexiest smile. "I'll make this one even better. I'll even let you taste me if you want, or you can fuck me doggy style if you'd rather."

"So another two hundred and fifty bucks for the next half hour?" he asked.

"I'll give you my early bird special rate of two hundred, babycakes," I said playfully, as I toyed with his now flaccid cock, still encased in the condom.

"One pop, and it will be a good one. One you'll remember, I promise. I'll let you fuck my little teen body as hard as you can. I'll talk dirty, or cry, or maybe both. I'll be your little fuck toy."

His dick was beginning to perk, and I knew I had him hooked.

"Let me get you a washcloth and some tissue to wrap that in, sugar," I suggested. "Then you can dig into your wallet and show me how much you like me."

I got up, picked up the money he'd already left on the nightstand and left the room. I was back in a flash with a warm moist washcloth and the Kleenex. He was standing, still wearing those dorky socks and thumbing through his wallet.

"I only have a hundred and twenty dollars...," he sighed as I slid the soiled condom off his little peter and then gently washed him with the warm cloth.

"Well we can work with that, but we'll have to hurry," I shrugged. "That buys about seventeen minutes, but I guarantee they will be memorable!"

I took the money and the wad of Kleenex containing the used condom back to the bathroom where I stashed one and disposed of the other. Back in the bedroom I took Kevin by the hand and put it against my breast. 

"Touch me like this," I breathed huskily, acting aroused. I squeezed my boobs and lightly pinched my nipples. I took his cock in my hand and began pulling and stroking on it. He was getting hard again. I pulled him over to the bed with it, then pushed him backward onto it. I knee crawled up his length, stopping to rub his crank along the folds of my labia. Once it was slicked with my juices, I continued moving toward his face. 

"Do you want to taste how wet you've made me?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Yes!" he gasped, shaking with anticipation.

"I'm a bad girl, aren't I Kevin? You like bad little Lexi, don't you?"

"Yes, you're very bad, Lexi," he moaned as I lowered my pussy onto his mouth. I ground it against his lips and nose, my fleshy folds spreading and closing around his eager tongue. He began licking me, and holy shit, either this guy was a cunt eating expert, or I was getting the benefit of beginner's luck. It stopped me mid-move when suddenly his huge tongue slithered its way in and out of me, and then found my clit and began doing a number on that sensitive spot. I grabbed another rubber from the drawer and spun around on Kevin's face, giving him easier access to my hot button. He was hard again as I slid the condom over his prick and began sucking for all I was worth. 

Holy shit, I was starting to come!

We climaxed together, and I tell you, it was hard for me not to give the guy part of his money back. As much as I like getting myself off solo, there's something about letting someone else get you there that always surprises me with its intensity. I rolled off him and stared up at the ceiling for a long moment before jumping up and running to the bathroom. I brought warm washcloths for both of us, and another wad of tissue for him to wrap the condom in. I began getting dressed and he picked up that it was time for him to split. 

"Kev, honey," I said as he was putting on his shoes. "Today was a one-time thing for me, and that makes it a one-time thing for you, too. At least with me. I had a great time, and you're a real nice guy. But please don't ever ever ever come by here." 

Kevin started to say something, but I put up my hands to quiet him, then continued. 

"I'm sure you know what a pimp is, and the guy who talked me into trying this can be crazy as hell sometimes. This is his mother's place. You were my very first customer. And now I'm gonna tell Lamar that I'm just not cut out for selling my body. He'll have to find some other girl besides me. If he doesn't like it, tough shit. I'm splitting tomorrow to go back to North Carolina anyways."

I showed him to the door and gave him my best brace filled smile as he left, adding a cute little wave at the end the way I'd seen those silly-assed cheerleaders do in middle school. The big doofus grinned like a retard eating ice cream and waved back.

Four hundred and twenty bucks, and I got a good quim licking to boot. Not bad for the first day on the job and only forty five minutes work.

I decided not to take on any more clients while I was staying at my grandma's. There was too much risk for her, and I didn't want to end up in juvie out in California in case I somehow screwed up. But that didn't mean I couldn't do outcalls, and there were a bunch of messages on my computer from guys who wanted me to come to them. I did some thinking, then decided what the hell, why not? I could make a buttload of money over the next couple of days, and besides, I really liked the thrill of it.

I read all the messages, deleting the ones that sounded creepy, or like maybe cops or something. That left a few from guys who were staying at hotels in Anaheim, or who lived there. I decided to only call guys in hotels. The others were too risky I figured. One was staying at the Marriott, the other at the Anaheim Hilton, and the last at a Residence Inn by Disneyland. They all sounded middle aged and professional. I put on some real conservative clothes so I would blend in with the tourists, then went down to the corner of the busy intersection near my grandma's condo and caught a cab. I wanted to check the layout on a couple of these hotels before I saw any men staying in them.

The driver let me off down the street from the Marriott and I walked the rest of the way. I entered the lobby and was impressed by the décor. There were families and business people, and I caught a ride in an elevator filled with conventioneers attending an AARP show. Some of the little old men were so cute! I liked the way they looked at me. I gave them bold winks and smiles when their blue-haired wives weren't looking. I even flashed one my titties when we were the last ones left on the elevator. I thought he'd have a heart attack, but when his eyes went back to their normal size he asked me if I wanted to come to his room. I shrugged and acted real nonchalant and then asked him what was in it for me.

He told me he'd give me a hundred dollars just to let him squeeze my titties. I told him no way, and acted real mad. Then I smiled and added that for three hundred I would get all the way naked and I'd even play with his pecker while he played with my boobies --- but there would be no sex! And he had to show me the three hundred first so I would know he wasn't going to try to cheat me. He thought about it right up until the door opened for his floor. I stood there watching him, knowing I had him on the hook. Finally he fumbled in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He showed me he had a lot of cash, and peeled off three Bens and put them in his front pocket. 

"Come on, sweetheart. I'll give you your allowance back in the room."

"OK, grandpa," I answered brightly as I hopped out just as two people got on. "I can't wait to see grandma's face when she sees how well we are finally getting along! I don't know why my daddy says those mean things about you... Do you think it's because he doesn't want his little daughter to be spoiled rotten by you?"

The old man just smiled and shook his head as the two old geezers in the car nodded knowingly. They both spoiled their granddaughters rotten, too.

Room 648 was a suite, with a separate living room complete with bar and big screen television. I latched the door behind us, then did a quick tour, looking in closets and the two bathrooms for anything or anyone that wasn't supposed to be there.

"Nosy little thing, aren't you?" the old man asked.

"Can't be too careful ya' know. Don't want grandma walking in and catching us playing naked, do we?" I fired right back.

"Not much chance of that," he replied with a twinkle in his eye. "She's been dead for over six years now."

"So let's see that money again, then we can have some fun!" I pulled off my sweatshirt and stood in my little crop top that shows off my tanned, flat belly and nice round breasts. I was wearing low riding jeans that highlighted my sexy hips and tight ass, too. I spun for him, then gave him the smile. Something about these braces really gets to older guys. Go figure! To guys my age they are a real turn-off. Screw those losers, or maybe I should say, I'll never screw those losers. Not when there are real men who want me.

He handed me the three bills and I stuffed them deep into a front pocket. I walked over and unhooked his belt, then undid his pants and slid down his zipper. I pushed his pants down around his ankles, then stood away from him and slowly did a strip tease, showing him all my best angles while giving him looks that went from shy to sexy to pouty, just the way Derek had taught me. When I had all my clothes off, I dropped to my knees before him and tugged his white cotton boxers down. His old thing just hung there limp, so I picked it up gingerly and began fondling it. There wasn't much response, but I did notice his balls give a little jump.

I stroked him for a while, looking up pleadingly at him, as if begging him to get hard. He shrugged and said, "Honey, if you can get that thing going, I'll give you a thousand dollars," as if betting me it couldn't be done.

I reached down and pulled his wallet from his pocket, startling him. I handed it to him after flipping it open and looking at the name on his driver's license behind that clear plastic thingy. "Show me the money Mr. Williams," I said mischievously.

He counted out another seven big bills and I shook my head. "If it's that difficult, you need to give me 10 more of those, not seven. I'll take you back into your bedroom and do whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" he echoed, thinking about it.

"Whatever you want," I agreed. "A thousand bucks for whatever you want... with the exception of you peeing or pooping on me," I added with a shudder. "But I'll do those things for you, if that's what turns you on."

"Gracious no!" he exclaimed. "How old are you, honey," he asked as he counted out three more bills and handed them to me along with the first seven.

"How old do you want me to be?"

"Really? If I tell you, you won't think I'm sort of dirty old pervert?" he laughed.

"Really!" I nodded. "You're no more a dirty old perv than I'm young slut. We're both just regular people. So once in awhile if I meet someone who seems nice and safe, I'll do this and ask for money. You get something out of it, and I get something out of it." 

I looked at him speculatively and asked, "...So how old do you want me to be?" grinning and wiggling my eyebrows at him.

"I'll always remember this girl I knew when I was sixteen. She was fifteen, and looked a lot like you. Very pretty. Not as pretty as you, of course, and she didn't have braces on her teeth because I don't think they had orthodontic care back then."

Shit, he was starting to tell a story. This could go on for hours. I interrupted his reveries and said, "Well this is your lucky day. I am fifteen," I lied. "Most people think I look older, but I'm not."

"No, you look to be about fifteen to me," he agreed, as he stepped out of his shoes. I helped him remove his trousers and shorts, and then we went back into the bedroom. I pulled back the comforter, then lay down and began petting myself, squeezing my boobies and pinching my nipples with one hand while I played with my pussy lips with the other. He stood over me watching.

"You wanted to squeeze my titties, Mr. Williams, and now you can..." I said looking up at him lovingly. He really wasn't a bad looking man at all, despite the years and years between us.

He sat down next to me and began running his wrinkled hands across my belly, barely brushing the bulge of my boobies. It was real hot the way he looked at me. I could tell he was drifting back sixty years to when he was a young stud. He took a boob in each hand and gently squeezed them together. My nipples were poking out like there was no tomorrow and he twirled them lightly between his thumbs and fingers. My hand was still between my legs, and I brought it up to him, fresh with wetness and the musky smell of my arousal. He inhaled deeply, then leaned forward and took a tentative lick. I moved my hand closer and let him have a full taste of me. 

Mr. Williams was in heaven with my hard young teen body. He kissed his way down my belly, making me squeal from being ticklish, then opened me with his hands and kissed me real softly. 

"I was never able to do this with my wife," he said ruefully. "She just wasn't open-minded enough to let herself find out if she'd like it." 

"Well I like it, and you better not stop!" I ordered playfully. I looked over and saw that his dick was at almost half mast; he was getting a boner!

While he ate my sweet pussy, I began maneuvering myself into position where I could give him a blowjob. He was pretty old, like I said, but at least he wasn't fat and saggy. He must have been in the military, because he kept himself in pretty good shape. I licked the head of his dick for awhile, and sure enough, it began to stir.

He sat up and asked me to stand in front of him so he could just look at me for awhile. I said he should sit up and watch me masturbate, and that he should play with himself while I got myself off. I did a great show, and it was having a good effect on the old man. I almost did get off for a second there, but just couldn't get over the edge. I turned over onto my hands and knees and begged him to fuck me from behind, opening my little juicy peach for him.

I'll be damned but if that didn't do the trick for Mr. Williams. He was suddenly behind me, and before I could say 'put on a condom', he was deep inside me, thrusting hard and hanging onto my hips. I have to admit it felt pretty good, both what he was doing and knowing that I had earned my thousand bucks. I let him fuck me for a while, then pulled away and told him that he couldn't come inside of me 'cause I didn't want to get pregnant. I spun around and began sucking his dick again, letting him pump my mouth and moving his hands around so that they were holding onto the back of my head. I don't think Mrs. Williams ever deep throated the old rascal, either, 'cause right after I started gagging and drooling like he was choking me he began grunting and jerking. I thought he might be having a heart attack or something. I let a big drool of spit and precum roll out of the corner of my mouth, and got my eyes to tear up like I was about to cry, so he let go of my head. He pulled his dick out of my mouth just as it began throwing ropes of come. He shot three good loads across my face, with me smiling up at him the whole time. He was better than either of us would have ever thought!

He was embarrassed about what he'd just done, and pleaded with me to forgive him. I went into the bathroom and soaked some washcloths in warm water, then came back to where he sat on the bed. He was still apologizing as I wiped his goo from my face. Some of it got in my braces which was kinda nasty, but I was able to blot most of it off with the cloth.

"Holy cow, Mr. Williams, you don't have to apologize," I soothed. "You were wonderful. I wanted you to come on my face like that. Don't you think it's hot?" I gave him my sexy, coy look and shrugged my shoulders, making my boobies jiggle. "I do!" I exclaimed, and I meant it. "And you sure gave me a good one.... Not to mention the way you were fucking me from behind, you naughty man." I giggled again, and acted shy and kittenish. He let out a deep sigh and smiled kindly at me.

"Young lady, you are a lot more than I ever bargained for. In my best days I would have been fortunate to meet a girl like you. You are special, and you are the best medicine an old geezer like me could ever have."

"So do I get to keep the thousand?" I asked, having no intention to giving it back, but curious for his response.

"Worth every penny!" he said as he lay on his side looking at me. "You know, I don't even know your name."

"What was the name of that girl who you said I reminded you of?"

"Her name was Rita," he answered wistfully.

"Then that's what you should call me. Just think of me as Rita, who came back for you."

"You're quite a girl, Rita," he said with a laugh.

I stood and began pulling on my clothes, watching him watch me. "I like you, too, Mr. Williams. You know, you're not old. You just forgot what it's like to be with a girl who likes sex as much as you do. Most girls these days like sex. Especially with someone who treats us nice."

"This is a day I'll always remember with a smile."

"Thanks, Mr. Williams. Me too," I giggled. "I've gotta run now. My folks think I just went down to the arcade to play some video games. Me and my twin sister are singing tonight with our middle school choir at Cinderella's Castle."

"My twin sister and I..." he corrected. "...Wait! Did I hear you right just now? Your middle school choir? How old are you really?"

"Um," I said, sucking a finger and rocking from side to side, "I don't think you really want to know." With a toss of my head and a smile back at him I hollered over my shoulder, "Bye bye!" and fled from the room. Hah! The guy would probably have a horrible case of the guilts for a few days thinking he had just blown his wad all over the face of fifteen year old. 

I took the fire escape stairs at the end of the hallway down to the third floor. The hall was empty except for a linen cart outside one of the rooms, the housekeeper probably at dinner in the employee cafeteria. She had almost finished the room, but had left the door ajar. I slipped in, thankful that there was no luggage. I bolted the door and quickly stripped. I took a long, hot shower using the nice shampoo and conditioners provided on the counter. When I was through, I put my clothes back on and left, going back to the interior stairwell. I went down to the second floor, then calmly walked through the hotel's meeting room level to the escalator that would take me to the lobby. 

Feeling refreshed and with a pocket full of money, I decided to call the guy staying at this same hotel who had left me an email message. I had already keyed his number into the memory of my cell phone. I didn't think he would answer, but he picked up on the third ring.

"Hi, this is Lexi," I introduced myself. "You left me a message. Jimbo, right? Sorry to take so long getting back to you, but I had a lot of homework to do before I could call you back. You know how parents can be..." I was playing the vixen for all it was worth, and I knew now that it was worth a lot.

"Yeah, my name's Jimbo. I'm here from Dallas for a convention. I saw your ad..."

"So you're lonely tonight and would like some company," I continued for him. He definitely had a Texas accent. "I usually only take incalls, Jimbo, but if you want me to come to you, an hour of my time costs $400."




Tricia: Settling the Score



Author's note: I have always wanted to write a true revenge fantasy, where a man takes forceful action against a person that's wronged him. The civilized world, of course, frowns on such action, but there is an elemental part of everyone that often likes to see scores settled in such a decisive way.

I think I have found a vehicle for my little revenge fantasy in the form of the recently released story "Tricia," by the prolific Just Plain Bob.

If you are a regular reader, you probably have an opinion about JPB, as he is known. Personally, I find him to be a bit of a guilty pleasure. He is certainly a talented writer, and I generally find him to be entertaining, even if I sometimes agree with his many critics that he often writes stories about very unsympathetic characters who do extremely maddening things.

In "Tricia," Bob tells the story of a couple that builds a cabin in the mountains, next to a semi-retired black fellow that the husband and his two sons come to befriend, but whom the wife loathes. 

One weekend, the husband – we'll call him Rob – takes his sons for a hike up into the high country overlooking the cabin. Rob stops to look down on the cabin, where his wife – Tricia – is sunbathing. While he's watching through binoculars, the neighbor, Archie, comes over and proceeds to rape Tricia right out in the open.

At some point, however, Tricia goes from victim to willing participant, then on ensuing days engages Archie in sexual trysts while Rob and the boys are away from the cabin. Rob is fully aware of what's going on, and as the story ends, he is headed back to the cabin for a confrontation with his wife. 

Here is what I think should have happened next. Remember, this is a work of fiction, so don't go thinking that it's acceptable to really do the things that are done in this story.

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I was lost in thought as I drove the familiar route to the mountain cabin that afternoon in late spring. It was Memorial Day weekend, school had just gotten out for the summer and we were getting away from the city.

It was our first trip back since that fateful weekend the previous October when the events occurred that I detailed in my earlier tale, and it was likely to be one of the last.

I had already called ahead to meet with a realtor about putting the cabin on the market for sale, and she had agreed to meet me the next morning to appraise the property.

I couldn't enjoy the place any more, not after what had happened on our previous visit. So much had changed since then, and none of it for the better.

I looked over at my older son, Charlie, sitting in the passenger seat next to me. He was staring out the window with the earphones from the MP3 player blasting out some industrial strength rock. He hadn't wanted to come, because he had somehow figured out that the breakup of his parents' marriage had started there that weekend at the cabin.

But I needed him to be there, both to help me around the cabin and as an alibi. He and his brother – who was still mostly unaware of what had happened the time before – were there to make sure I didn't do anything that could be seen as violent toward Archie, the neighbor who had started the whole thing.

He had raped Tricia, no question about it, but then he had somehow tapped into my ex-wife's latent slut, a side of her I never knew existed, and she had welcomed him into her lush body on two subsequent occasions.

I still remember every little detail of that Sunday afternoon, as I accompanied the boys back from our hike, where I had observed the cabin from a high overlook. I had watched Archie leaving after an hour inside, then saw Tricia standing in the doorway naked, sending him off with a wave. 

I knew I was going to confront her with what I'd seen that weekend, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do it. I didn't want to cause a scene, especially with the boys around. They were quite close with their mother, and I didn't want them hearing about what a slut she'd been that weekend.

I finally decided that I would wait until we got home that evening to have the critical talk with Tricia, when we could be alone, in private.

I could see no reason to draw this thing out, and I wasn't one to beat around the bush. I'm a pretty direct person, and when I make a decision, it's done.

I just couldn't see myself living with – never mind sleeping with and having sex with – a woman who had so completely disrespected me the way Tricia had that weekend. Every chance she had that weekend, she let that black bastard come over and fuck her, and she had turned me away that first night.

In the space of three days, she had forced me to question the whole 17 years of our relationship, the two years of courtship and the 15 years of marriage. I had to wonder if that had been an isolated incident, or the manifestation of behavior she'd exhibited on other occasions, in other places.

And it really didn't matter. She'd cheated on me, more than once that weekend, and I couldn't abide that kind of behavior from my wife and the mother of my sons. 

Tricia's hair was damp when we returned to the cabin, as if she'd stepped out of the shower not long before. The sheets had all been stripped from the beds and the dirty linens had been stuffed in a laundry bag in preparation for the return home.

I was tempted to fish around for the sheet that had covered our bed, to see if there were any telltale stains. But I didn't. I didn't have to, because I already knew what they'd been up to.

She gave me a greeting when I stepped in the cabin, but all I did was nod in her direction as I trudged back to the bedroom to change. I felt her gaze on me, but then her attention was diverted by the boys clamoring in the door.

"You guys hurry up and get your stuff packed away," I said. "I want to be out of here in an hour."

Tricia came in while I was changing from my jeans and hiking boots to my shorts and topsiders. I noticed she had on a turtleneck sweater and jeans, even though the temperature was unseasonably warm.

"How was the hike?" she said finally, when it became obvious that I wasn't going to initiate a conversation.

"It was OK," I said. "The boys had fun."

Her eyes kind of narrowed as she looked at me, but I just turned away and began to begin getting everything pulled together to go. I had no desire to linger, and I was pretty sharp with the boys about getting their stuff ready to go.

Once we were packed up, with the van loaded and the cabin locked up, we drove off, and as we passed Archie's place, he was sitting on the front porch in a rocking chair drinking a beer. I just stared at him as we passed. I was already working through ways that I could make him pay for what he'd done to Tricia.

It didn't take long for a solution to present itself. 

The cabins were set up on a high ridge and the road that leads up to the ridge is fairly steep in some places, with a couple of tricky hairpin curves that require good brakes and a low rate of speed to negotiate safely. 

Since we'd started coming up there, we'd heard some stories about locals who had met their deaths on those curves, and you could, in fact, see where the railing had been replaced in several places and was dented in others. 

As we reached the valley and hit the main highway toward home, I had made a decision about Archie. I wasn't sure yet how it was going to happen, or when, but I knew that at some point in the foreseeable future, old Archie was going to meet with disaster on one of those curves.

With that decision made, I began to turn my attention to the more immediate problem of my marriage. I was working over my plans in my mind as we drove in silence, when I heard Tricia speak for the first time in awhile.

"Rob?" she asked hesitantly. "Are you all right?"

"Sure," I said. "I'm fine."

"Well, you don't sound fine," she said when I refused to say anything more. "You haven't spoken 10 words to me since you got back from your hike, and you were pretty sharp with the boys back at the cabin. Are you upset about something?"

I just looked at her, and I think that was when she first began to understand that I knew what she'd been up to all weekend, because she clammed right up.

If she didn't figure it out then, I gave her a none-too-subtle hint a little while later, when she put her hand on my thigh – an affectionate gesture she'd used a thousand times before – and I pointedly moved her hand away. I didn't look over at her, but I thought I heard a soft gasp, and maybe a stifled cry.

I didn't care. It was time for her to start hurting, after what she'd put me though that weekend, and it was only going to get worse.

The fact is my heart was breaking. Tricia was the only woman I'd ever loved, and until two days before, I had been nothing but flushed with pride that she was my wife, my woman. Now? Now, she belonged to someone else, and I have to say it was crushing me.


I think that was why I had to do what I did. Archie had crushed my manhood in such a profound way that I had to have retribution from him. It drove me to madness the way it ate at me. 

And Tricia had so easily forsaken her vows and had so willingly slipped into a slut mode that I had to rid myself of her, immediately. There was no chance that I could forgive what she'd done. None at all. 

We stopped at Taco Bell for supper, and it was dark by the time we arrived home. Since the next day was a school day, we sent the boys on to get showered and get to bed. I left Tricia in our bedroom to unpack while I wandered out to my tool shed to unload the camping stuff and kill some time.

An hour or so passed before she came out to find me working on a bird feeder. Like I said, I was just killing time. I looked up at her, and she sort of avoided my gaze. I noticed she was still wearing her turtleneck sweater and jeans.

"So, are you going to tell me what's bothering you, or do I have to guess?" she said finally.

"I think you know," I said. "Patricia, I'm taking a personal day from work tomorrow to take care of some business, and I would suggest that you do the same."

"Why?" she said.

"Well, you have some packing to do, and you need to find yourself a place to stay," I said, looking right into her eyes. "I expect you to be packed up and moved out by the time I get home tomorrow, and you'd better take with you anything of yours you don't want me to throw out."

"Robbie, I..." she started.

"Save it for the judge in family court, Patricia," I said bitterly.

I think we were both sparring at that point, because she hates to be called Patricia, and I hate to be called Robbie. She just looked away and I could see her bottom lip quivering and tears on her cheek.

"I saw it all, Patricia, every bit of it," I said.

"Then you saw him attack me," she said forcefully.

"Yeah, and if you had told me what happened as soon as we got back that first day, I'd have forgiven you for the little episode at the picnic table," I said. "I was all set to pack up everything and take you to the sheriff to file charges against the son of a bitch. But you didn't say one word, and you hid the torn bikini. I decided to see how forthcoming you were going to be, then when you invited him over yesterday and today – well, as far as I'm concerned that blew our marriage out of the water."

"I didn't invite him over; he just showed up!" she cried. She was sobbing freely now, but strangely, the more she wept, the colder I got toward her.

"Yeah, and you welcomed him with open arms, or should I say open legs," I shot back.

"He made me!" she wailed.

"Bullshit!" I cried back. "You liked that big black cock fucking your horny little pussy. You liked cheating on me right under my nose. Well, now you don't have to hide it, or pretend you hate his guts. Fact is, you'll be free to fuck anyone you want, and you don't have to sneak around. That's not the first time, is it."

I was making a statement, not asking a question.

"No!" Tricia cried, and at that she buried her face in her hands and truly lost her composure. "I've (sob!) never (sob!) done (sniffle!) anything like that before."

"Then why did you do it this time?" I said, in a little softer tone of voice. I was running out of steam at this point. I was tired and emotionally wrung out.

"The first time, he forced me, and I tried to fight him off," she said in a small, weary voice after she tenuously regained her composure. "The second time, I tried to just lie there, like I had the first time, but something happened midway through it. He started to get me aroused. It shocked me, and I tried to push the feelings aside, but... Well, if you saw it all, you know. After that, it was like he had some kind of spell on me, like it wasn't real. It was like I was some other person when he was there."

"And I suppose he made you come in buckets," I said contemptuously.

"Y-y-yes," she said meekly. "He was like a machine. He'd come once, then 10 minutes later, he'd get hard again and he'd ... f-f-f..."

"Fuck you again," I finished her statement.

"I'm so sorry, Rob, I don't know what got into me," she said as the waterworks started up again.

"Well, I do," I said with an air of dismissal. "About 8 inches of black dick."

That started another round of weeping from Tricia. I just let her cry while I picked up the paintbrush I'd been using and resumed working on the bird feeder. Finally, I heard her sniffle loudly, which was a signal that she'd managed to get herself under control again.

"What are you going to do?" she said. "Is there no way to work through this? It was just one time."

"You're sure of that, right?" I said. "You're certain that if I start digging around in the past that I won't find some other instance where you 'didn't know what got into you?' Because right now, I'm having a hard time believing anything you say."

She gasped at that. Until that moment, I don't think she really understood the depths of my feelings, didn't see how deeply she'd betrayed me.

"You're just going to throw away 15 years of a good marriage because of one incident?" she said, and there was a touch of amazement in her tone.

"I'm not throwing away anything," I said, irritably. "You did that Saturday, when you let your lover fuck you while the boys and I were off running errands, and today, when you let him fuck you while we were hiking. You're the one who threw away our marriage. I'm just applying the coup de grace. To answer your question, I'm going to see a lawyer tomorrow and I'm filing for divorce. I'll be generous with you in any settlement, but one thing I will not be generous about is custody of the boys. They stay with me."

"You can't do that!" she cried, and that set off another round of weeping. "I-I'm their mother."

"And how much did you think about your sons when you were flat on your back with Archie's cock plowing in your slutty hole," I said venomously. "Or maybe I should say holes. How am I to know he didn't fuck your ass, as well as your sloppy pussy?

I stared at Tricia, and the shocked look on her face told me I'd scored a bulls-eye. 

Anal sex was something she only did for me under very specific circumstances, like when she was ridiculously horny, or perhaps a little drunk. But it now appeared that she'd given it to Archie without either of those conditions in play. It just reinforced my resolve to go through with the divorce.

"Go on, Patricia, go on and leave me alone," I said finally. "I'm tired of this, and I'm tired of looking at you. I've loved you like nothing else for 17 years, and you managed to kill that love in the space of three days by being a slut. I hope it was worth it."

With that, she buried her face in her hands and dashed back to the house sobbing uncontrollably.

And, in truth, I was glad she'd sped off when she did, because I didn't want her to see me lose control. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I've cried since I reached adolescence, but I was close to it right then.

"Why, God? Why?" I cried out finally. And in my pain, I focused on what I saw as the personification of Tricia's betrayal, which was actually a betrayal in and of itself. I had befriended Archie, allowed him into my family, and this was how he repaid that friendship?

Thinking about Archie, and what I wanted to do to him, had the effect of damming up my tears and hardening my heart. I made up my mind then that I was not going to shed any tears over what was going to happen.

I shut down the tool shed, and retreated to the house. The door to our bedroom was closed, and I had no interest in going in, but I did put my ear to the door and I could hear Tricia's muffled sobs. I had turned to go back downstairs when I heard the door to one of the boys' rooms open.

"Dad?" It was Ryan, our younger son. "What's the matter with Mom? She came up here crying and all. Did you guys have a fight or something?"

"You might say that," I said. "Look, you need to go on to bed. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

I gave him a hug and watched as he shut the door. In the months to come, he would be the one with the most equilibrium in the house, the one who kept the place from falling apart. 

Charlie was too much his mother's son, and he tended to wear his heart on his sleeve, plus he was at that incredibly awkward age: 13 going on 14. The divorce would prove hard on him, and it wouldn't be easy on me. I would discover that I had depended on Tricia for all sorts of little things that I now had to learn how to do on my own.

But at that moment, those things were all in the future. That Sunday night, I pulled a beer out of the refrigerator, went to the den to watch the Sunday night football game and, three beers later, I fell asleep in the recliner.

It was still dark when I awoke with a sore back, and realized that someone, probably Tricia, had covered me with a blanket. I smelled coffee, so I got up and walked painfully to the kitchen, where Tricia was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of her.

She looked horrible. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she had dark circles around them, evidence that she'd slept not a wink. She was dressed in her usual housewear – a pair of baggy shorts and a T-shirt. 

I noticed that there were three marks on her neck. They looked like small hickeys or maybe bite marks, but whatever they were they sent my blood pressure soaring. The motherfucker had marked her. He'd put his brand on my wife and claimed her for his.

I stood in front of the coffeemaker trying to get my emotions under control, but it took a huge effort. Fortunately, Tricia made it easy by the attitude she exhibited.

"Rob, I truly am sorry for what happened," she said softly. "Believe me, I do still love you. What happened out there had nothing to do with my feelings for you."

"Perhaps not," I said, sitting down at the table with my cup of coffee. "But it happened anyway, and regardless of what we may feel for each other, I can't live with what you did. As much as I love you – and I still do – our marriage is over. It ended on Saturday, when you let him come in and willingly fuck you behind my back. You both betrayed me, and I can't forgive that."

"I know," Tricia said. "You're right. You're always right. I wouldn't be able to forgive you if the roles were reversed, so why should I expect you to forgive me? Rob, you asked me last night why I let Archie do what he did to me, and I said I didn't know and I told you I'd never done anything like that before. That's not quite true. Something like it did happen to me, back in high school. I don't think I ever told you the story about how I lost my virginity, and there's a reason why. I had a lot of time to think last night while I was packing, and it came to me clear as a bell. What happened to me this weekend was almost exactly what happened when I lost my virginity. Same type of situation, same results."




Tricia: Settling the Score



"I gather you want to tell me about it," I said.

"I have to," she said. "You need to understand how this happened to me, and why I realize that we can't stay married. I wish there were some other way, but there isn't. I killed our marriage, and it's all my fault."

"What happened?" I said softly.

"It was the spring of my senior year in high school, not long after I turned 18," Tricia said. "His name was Darnell Williams, and he was on the basketball team at my high school. We were in the same class together, and he was trying to get his grades up so he could qualify for a basketball scholarship to a nearby college. As you know, I'm pretty proficient in math, so his coach – who was also my algebra teacher – asked me if I would be willing to tutor him after school once a week. I didn't have a class sixth period, and he had practice then, so I would go home, change clothes, come back to the school and we'd go over the lessons after class let out, usually in Mr. Banks' room. We'd been meeting, I guess, about six weeks when he asked if we could do a session at the gym. Now, the gym at my high school was real old and had all these dark halls and old rooms. We were about halfway through the lesson, when he put the book down and approached me..."

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They were alone in the old gym, sitting at the desk in the trainer's room. Even though the season had been over for several weeks, Darnell was still wearing his practice gear that afternoon: his shorts, loose-fitting sleeveless T-shirt, gym shoes, because he was still working out some after school. Tricia was wearing a modest pair of cut-offs and T-shirt, nothing terribly enticing.

Tricia looked mildly surprised when Darnell closed his math book and stood up. At 6-foot-6, he towered over the smaller girl, and she looked up to see a strange look in his eyes.

"I got something I want to show you," he said softly, and he suddenly pulled his shorts down to reveal his half-hard cock. It was long, and deep brown in color, and Tricia shrank back in fear.

"Please, Darnell, don't do anything stupid," she said, with a bravado she really didn't feel.

"What're you gonna do?" he said. "Ain't nobody here but us. The old janitor don't come around here to lock up for another hour, so we got plenty of time. I been sitting here for six weeks lookin' at them pretty titties and that tasty booty, and I'm tired of waitin'."

"No, please, I'm not..." she started.

"You're not what?" he said.

"I've never done it before, and I don't want it now," she said.

"Oh ho ho!" he cried mirthfully. "Gonna pop me a white cherry. You may not want it now, but before I'm done with you, you'll be beggin' me to lay more of my long black pipe in your hot little twat."

"No!" she said, and she started to scream, when Darnell grabbed her by the throat and pulled her up from the chair.

"Not another sound out of you, bitch," he snarled. 

Tricia's eyes were wide in fear. Darnell had never before shown anything close to this kind of behavior before, and she realized quite suddenly that he could kill her easily.

Still keeping a firm grip on her throat, he maneuvered her to the massage table that sat in the middle of the room, and laid her on her back.

"Don't move," he said, then quickly walked over, shut the door to the room and locked it. Then he turned toward his cowering victim, dropped his shorts, pulled off his shirt and walked toward the table naked except for his shoes, slowly fisting his cock into rampant hardness.

Tricia squirmed on the table as Darnell grabbed her shorts, unbuttoned them and pulled them off. He took her panties in both hands and ripped them to shreds. Tricia tried to close her legs to keep him out, but he was too strong, and he wrenched them open and began to slowly touch her pussy.

Darnell's cock was iron-hard as he drank in the sight of Tricia's pretty pussy. It was nice and pink, with a thick carpet of dark pubic hair surrounding it, the same color as the brunette color of her hair.

Tricia's eyes were screwed shut, as if she were trying to hide from the assault that was taking place, but her tears and soft cries of humiliation were real. 

And that made what happened next so stunning. Instead of simply getting on top of her, Darnell gripped her thighs and plunged his face between Tricia's legs. He swiped his long tongue up her pink furrow and curled it up around her clit several times.

Tricia's eyes shot open as the sizzling sensations of lust crackled through her body. She wasn't totally unfamiliar with sex, and she had fingered herself to climax many times during her teen years. But this was different, and she was mortified as she realized that the feelings were intensifying with each passing moment.

Darnell worked his lips and tongue in Tricia's increasingly wet box, until he deemed her wet enough to fuck. He pulled his face away from Tricia's pussy, got up between her legs and pushed the head of his cock past her dripping gates.

Tricia seemed to come to herself then, because she made one final effort to prevent herself from being raped, crying out for Darnell to, "please, stop, don't."

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as Darnell smoothly pushed his cock in until he came up against her hymen. Then he backed off slightly before thrusting forward hard and plunging into Tricia's depths.

Tricia screamed then, in pain, and Darnell made no effort to silence her. He smirked to himself that she was going to quickly be singing a different tune, and that was exactly what happened.

He slowly, methodically, worked his cock back and forth in Tricia's tight, wet pussy, getting almost all of his 8-inch length into her with each inward push. He was in no hurry to finish, and he leaned over, pulled Tricia's T-shirt up, flipped her tits out of the cups of her bra and began to softly lick and nibble on her tips.

Tricia was trying hard not to give Darnell the satisfaction of her arousal, but it wasn't easy. The leisurely way he was fucking her, and the delightful feelings of his talented mouth on her nipples was building an unholy fire in her body.

She would never quite know at which point she went from rape victim to consensual sex partner, but she was dismayed when she realized that her hips were working with Darnell and her hands were caressing his sides. She became aware of the little words of endearment, the soft tones of seduction that were coming from his mouth.

And then he was kissing her, and she was kissing him back, and suddenly what had started as a sexual assault had turned into two young people letting their hormones run wild.

Darnell started working his cock harder and faster in Tricia's clenching cunt, and she had abandoned any pretense of displeasure. She was humping her hips to meet Darnell's incoming thrusts as a feeling like molten lava slowly build through her body.

"Unnh! Ohhhh!" she gasped, panted and wailed in her mounting lust, her hands gripping Darnell's butt.

Darnell's cock was like a piston engine as he felt his climax come to a boil, but he was holding back, waiting, waiting, waiting... Until he felt Tricia's body stiffen, and she cried out sharply as something she'd never felt before exploded in her body.

She writhed and shuddered under Darnell's body as her first true orgasm crashed through her. And that was too much for Darnell's control. With a gasp and a grunt, he lurched forward hard and shot a geyser of cum deep in the brunette's spasming pussy.

They held each other as the sensations slowly abated, and they floated back to earth. And with it came the awful realization in Tricia's mind of what she'd done, how she'd reacted.

"I told you that you'd like it," Darnell whispered. "You've always been such a prissy little bitch, but you're just like any other whore. Get a good length of dick in you and you turn into a regular slut." 

Tricia was appalled, and angry. She reached up and slapped him across the face, but he just laughed as he pulled his slimy dick out of her gooey pussy. He walked over, put his clothes back on, grabbed his math book and left the room.

------

"He just left me there, with his cum and my blood running out of my pussy," Tricia said when she finished telling me about it. "I was crushed, both by his attack and the fact that he'd made me react like he had. And I'll be honest. Until I met you, and discovered what making love was really all about, he made me come like nobody else ever did."

"You mean...?" I stared, and Tricia just nodded.

"Oh yes, every time we had a tutoring session, we started out by fucking," she said. "I hated him, hated what he was doing, but I couldn't say no. Until I Darnell, I really wasn't very prejudiced toward blacks. After him, I couldn't stand them. And I think that's why I didn't like Archie. He reminded me too much of Darnell – and, as it turns out – for the same reason. Once he took me, I couldn't say no."

"I'm sorry, Tricia, I really am," I said. "I didn't know."

"You didn't know me then," she said, and now real tears were falling from her eyes. "Rob, I love you, and I'll always love you, but I can't guarantee that something like this won't happen again. Hell, I can't ever go back to that cabin again, because I know damn good and well that the first time you and the boys go off and leave me alone, Archie will be sniffing around, and 10 minutes later he'll have me in bed. Or, you'll hang around and never leave my side, then you and the boys will suffer for my transgressions, and besides, if you can't trust me, then what good is our marriage?"

"I have to agree with you, Tricia," I said softly. "The trust is gone, and it can never be restored."

"God, I kept that side of me buried for 17 years after we met, and I thought I'd never succumb to someone like that again," she said weepily. "I don't know if I gave off subliminal messages of availability or what, but whatever it was, Archie picked up on them and he turned me into ... his ... slut."

At that, she dissolved completely into gut-wrenching sobs, and this time I stood up, pulled her up from the chair and took her in my arms. We clutched at each other as she wept into my chest, and I could feel my eyes watering too. This was going to be one of the last times we'd hold each other like that, and it broke my heart.

Even then, however, I could feel my rage building toward Archie. Maybe Tricia was right, and she was a ticking time bomb of latent lust. But if he hadn't attacked her, taken her against her will and used her for his filthy pleasure, that bomb may have never gone off, and we'd still be a happy family.

Tricia's honesty in accepting responsibility for her actions that weekend went a long way toward mitigating the pain of the divorce. She rented a small house not too far away, we split our joint assets amicably and we shared custody of the boys, although they stayed at the house with me.

But it was still rough. Charlie started acting out at school, something he'd never done before, and started affecting a look and attitude that alarmed me. Plus, we weren't getting along, and he and Ryan were fighting more than they ever had before. 

The holidays were about as depressing as anything I've ever experienced. Nobody was in a festive mood, and that just fueled the irrational rage I was feeling toward Archie. 

As I said, I had reconciled my feelings toward Tricia. I had forgiven her, to the extent that I didn't hate her, and we had accepted the death of our marriage as the price that had to be paid for her actions that weekend.

But Archie hadn't suffered at all. He'd enjoyed a blissful weekend of good white pussy – married white pussy – and he'd fucked up our lives in the process, all without any negative consequences. It became an obsession for me, to find a way to pay the motherfucker back without suffering any penalty myself.

I kept going back to the steep hairpin curves on the road toward the cabin, and how I might cause Archie's truck to miss one of those curves and plunge off the mountain.

Somehow, I had to disable his brakes without arousing suspicion, and working in my favor was the fact that Archie's vehicle was an ancient Ford F-150 pickup truck that appeared to be rusty on the undercarriage. 

I studied schematic drawings of the F-150 for the period that I believed Archie's truck fell, looking at where the brake line ran. I needed to figure out how I could put a hole in the line that would be sufficient to drain the brake fluid, while making it look like the hole had been created naturally, by age and wear.

It was a risk that a good investigator would figure out what had happened, but I had to assume that the rural sheriff in the area wouldn't have the kind of detectives that could find such a hole in the brake line. 

I was also banking on the fact that the leak would be so slow that when the inevitable accident happened, I would be long gone from the area, and that no one would suspect that I'd been involved.

For that reason, I decided to tell no one that Archie was the reason for our divorce. Friends, family members and other acquaintances who asked either of us what happened just got a noncommittal, "I'd rather not say."

Tricia, of course, didn't want to say because of her humiliation, and I didn't want anyone connecting the dots from me to Tricia to Archie. 

It was after dark when we arrived that Friday. I saw a light on at Archie's place, and I wondered what he was thinking as he heard us pulling up.

Even though we were tired there was stuff to do. We had to make up the beds and get the fan going so that the musty air would be dissipated. It had been over seven months since anyone had been in the cabin and a lot of stale air had built up. The next day we had a lot of dusting to do, and the grass would need to be cut.

The next day also brought a totally unexpected – and quite delightful – complication. 

Carla Menotti, the real estate agent handling the sale of the cabin, arrived about 11 o'clock that morning, and it was lust at first sight. I was operating the lawn mower when a silver coupe pulled in next to my van.

The woman that emerged was a slender blonde of average height dressed in a business suit that was just snug enough and just revealing enough to be enticing without being unprofessional. Plus, she was gorgeous, with mischievous brown eyes and a very sexy smile.

And the attraction between us was immediate and intense. From the very start, we engaged in a sexy, spirited banter that told me that if I played my cards right, I could have her. I quickly learned that she was 31 and single, and lived in a nice house in a quiet neighborhood with a swimming pool

I just happened to glance over to the cabin next door and saw that Archie was gone, I guess, to town for some shopping, or maybe he had some work. I didn't know, nor did I care, except that I was glad his leering eyes wouldn't be casting covetous looks at the dish that had just pulled up.

And as I thought about it later in the day, it was just one more reason to hate the bastard's guts. The man had effectively emasculated me. 

Thanks to him, I couldn't have sex pretty much whenever I wanted with my wife, because she was no longer in my life. And it was a pretty sexless winter for me, because I had no real desire for it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his black behind humping Tricia, and that just killed my arousal.

Even after I finally resumed masturbating – something I thought I had outgrown in high school – that just fueled my resentment. Instead of sex with Tricia, I was having to relieve myself with my hand.

So when Carla showed up, and the sparks flew between us, I was determined that there was no way the cocksucker would get a chance to fuck this up for me – or for anyone else who moved in to the cabin.

I think that was finally made me override my conscience and decide to take him out. Leopards don't change their spots, and I knew as certainly as I was standing there, that he would pull the same shit he'd pulled with Tricia with whoever bought our place.


Carla gave the place a keen appraisal, and we agreed on a price that we wanted to list, and a bottom limit on how low we wanted to go in the event a buyer wanted to dicker. 

As she was leaving, I held her door for her then looked at her frankly.

"Do you have any plans for the rest of the weekend," I said hesitantly.

"Not really," she said. "What'd you have in mind."

"Carla, I don't know how to say this, and my dating skills are a little rusty," I said. "But I'd like to buy you dinner this evening, if you're interested."

"I'd like that," she said as she fished a business card and a pen from her purse, and wrote something on the back. "Here's my address and directions."

"Is seven OK?" I said.

"Works for me," she said, then we shook hands, and held the grip a little longer than usual.

I could feel my cock stiffening as I watched her drive off.

The boys and I grilled burgers for lunch, then I took a short nap while they took off into the woods. I happened to hear the rumble of Archie's truck as he pulled in next door, and I decided to initiate my campaign against him.

Part of my strategy was psychological warfare, to get him thinking and worrying about me and what I might do.

So I filled up a little cooler with some beer, took a portable radio out front and sat down to enjoy a couple of brews and listen to a ball game. I was banking that his curiosity – and lust for Tricia – would overcome his suspicion of me, and I was right.


I had been sitting on the camp chair about 20 minutes or so, and had just popped the top on my second beer when I saw him ambling over.

"Howdy, neighbor!" I said jovially. "Long time, no see."

"Yeah, it has been a while," he said.

"Have a seat," I said motioning to the picnic table. "Wanna beer?"

"Uh, sure, man," he said.

I pulled one out of the cooler, handed it to him and watched as he opened it, sat down at the table and took a big swig. As he sat, I thought about what he'd done to Tricia on that table, that day when he attacked my wife. 

After he'd raped her, after he'd gotten her to respond to him, he had convinced her to suck his cock back up to full hardness then she had walked over to the picnic table, leaned over and looked back in invitation. The last thing I had seen that day was Archie walking behind her and sliding his cock into her from behind.

I would have overlooked that incident, if she had come clean with me, but once she chose to be deceptive, and then let him fuck her again – and again – well, it was too much to overcome.

"So, where's the missus?" he said finally, and in spite of myself, I felt my anger rise. No doubt, the son of a bitch had been thinking about getting himself some pussy that weekend and was perturbed when his fuck buddy didn't seem to be around.

"We split up," I said.

"Really?" he seemed a little shocked. "I'm surprised. You guys seemed like such a nice couple. What happened?"

"I caught her cheating on me," I said, and smiled inwardly when Archie's eyes widened slightly. "I confronted her about it, and she confessed. We've been officially divorced for about a month."

"You say you caught her?" he said hesitantly. "In the act?"

"Well, they didn't see me, but I definitely saw them," I said. "Let me tell you, I was pissed. I threw her ass out of the house with only the clothes on her back, and I am going to fix her lover, but good. Those two fucked with the wrong guy. I've already taken care of her sorry ass, and now it's his turn."

I looked intently at Archie from behind my shades. He was worried; it was written all over his face. Good, I thought, let him sweat.

"What ... what did you do?" he said. 

"Her, I left without a pot to pee in, ruined her reputation at work, trashed her in front of her family, that sort of thing," I lied. "Him? Him, I haven't done anything to him yet, but his day is coming. And you know the best part? He'll never see it coming. I'm going to wait awhile before I fix that bastard's ass. The cocksucker will think he's gotten away with fucking my wife, fucking me over, then, when he least expects it – BAM! – I'll strike, and when I do, he'll know. He'll know who did it and why."




Tricia: Settling the Score



I almost burst out laughing when Archie nearly jumped out of his skin when I yelled BAM! and clapped my hands together at the same time. He was starting to get awfully jumpy, and that just strengthened my determination to make him pay. He drained the beer then stood up to leave.

"I ... I guess I'd best be going," he said. "Uh, thanks for the beer. Sorry to hear about your wife. Hey, are you selling the place?"

Apparently, he'd just then noticed the for-sale sign in front of the property.

"Yeah, too many bad memories," I said. "This was supposed to be our place, and there are too many reminders of Tricia here. I'm selling it and getting another retreat somewhere else."

"That's too bad," he said. "Well, I hope everything works out."

"Oh, it will," I said. "Later."

I had an ear-to-ear grin on my face as I watched him walk back toward his house. I was feeling better about life than I had in months. I had a date that evening with a hot-looking blonde and I was finally taking some action against the man who had done me wrong. 

Carla looked ravishing when I picked her up at her house. She had on a tight red cocktail dress that showed off a great pair of legs and her perfectly shaped tits. 

During dinner, Carla asked me about the demise of my marriage, and I told her – without naming names – and I asked her how she'd gotten to 31 without getting married, and she simply said she hadn't found the right man she wanted to settle down with.

The subject of Archie did come up in a roundabout way. We were talking about the cabin and she happened to mention the fact that he was living there. Apparently, he was a fairly well known person in the town, a former high school football star who had disappeared mysteriously, then reappeared just as mysteriously.

I'd known about his athletic career – it was one of the things we'd always had in common – but I was intrigued by what the locals thought of the guy.

It seems that opinion was mixed. Some of the men in town seemed to like him all right, but most of the women in town, especially married women and their husbands, distrusted him. I was left to wonder if he had pulled something like what he did with Tricia with a few of the locals. 

In the end, it didn't really matter. He'd done it to me – to us – and he was going to pay a steep price for it.

As the night wore on, there was obvious mojo going on between us, and our hands did some preliminary exploring of each other during our meal, and we kissed furiously and passionately when we got in the van after dinner. 

If the boys hadn't been back at the cabin by themselves and if I hadn't had business to attend to that night, I'd have probably taken her up on her unspoken offer to spend the night.

As it was, we made a date for the following weekend, when Tricia would be taking Charlie and Ryan with her to spend a week with her folks and I would be alone at loose ends.

A light was still on at Archie's place when I drove by, so I made a show of getting settled in. I changed into some dark clothes, including a dark baseball cap, and got my tools ready. 

I had to wait awhile, because the boys were up pretty late playing video games, but finally they went on to bed and the cabin went quiet.

I had on soft-soled shoes that made no sound, and the moon had already set for the night, so it was pitch-dark out as I quietly slipped out the back door. 

I thanked the stars for the rural, isolated area where people in the country didn't feel the need for a security light or a motion-detector light. It made this job possible. I walked stealthily toward Archie's place, guided only by a penlight and made my way to the carport where his truck was parked.

The cabin was quiet and dark as I took up my position behind the side of the truck that faced away from the house. I found the brake line and small file on the rubber hose. I picked a spot about a half-inch or so from where the line connected to the brake drum of the rear wheel on that side, and worked there.

I worked on it for maybe 10 minutes, until I felt like the hose had been weakened enough, then I took an ice pick and carefully gouged a hole right where I'd abraded the rubber. Sure enough, a slow drip of brake fluid began to leak from the hose.

I smiled in satisfaction as I put my things in my jacket pocket and slipped back to my cabin. I had done my part; the rest was up to the fates. 

If he somehow saw the leak and got the hose repaired, then I'd have to resort to some other more direct tactic, or I might just let it go and make him keep thinking I was going to do something to make him sweat indefinitely. But I was pretty confident that he wouldn't suspect that I'd tampered with his truck. 

Nothing happened through the next week, and on Friday, I got home from work to find the boys packed and Tricia sitting at the table wanting to talk privately.

"Charlie said you had a date last weekend when you were up in the mountains," she said. "How'd it go?"

"It went pretty good," I said. "I'm going back up tomorrow and spend the weekend with her. Why? What's it to you?"

"Oh no, no, I know we're not married any more and you have the right to a sex life without any consideration for a wife," Tricia said, and I could tell she was on the verge of tears. "I don't know. I guess ... I guess I was still holding out hope that you still loved me and that we might some day get back together. I know it's a slim chance, but I thought if you weren't seeing anybody, there might be that chance."

"Tricia," I said with more warmth than I expected. "A part of me does still love you, and probably always will, but our marriage is over, and we need to move on. Maybe – maybe – in a couple of years, three, perhaps four or five, it may happen, but right now the hurt is too new, too deep. We were together for 17 years, and now it's time to see what the rest of the world has to offer. I'm getting back in the game, and I think you should too. It's not good for you to sit in your little house and mope around about what's in the past. It's over, done. You're too young to give up on yourself. Get out, even if it's just with friends from work. You never know if you don't try."

"As always, you're right," she said, standing up and giving me a hug. "You know, I think back to that weekend and I wonder just what in the hell got into me that would let me do that to you. I'll never be able to forgive myself for that. I fucked up a good marriage, so I don't deserve any consideration from you. But I do thank you for at least giving me that little bit of hope to hang onto. It means a lot."

"Just don't hold your breath waiting on me," I said, holding her face in my hands. "And don't get upset if I do find someone else that I want to commit to, and I won't get upset either if you find someone else. There are a lot of things that can happen."

"I know," she said finally. "Just be careful." 

I arrived at Carla's house to find her dressed – using the term loosely – in a hot pink bikini that showed off liberal amounts of her nicely-tanned flesh, especially her taut butt.

"Grab a beer out of the fridge, get your suit on and come join me on the patio," she said, with fire in her eyes.

I got my little overnight bag, and changed into my swimsuit, then fished a beer out of the refrigerator and walked out to see what happened. 

Right then, I was damn glad I'd taken emotional refuge through the winter in a renewed fitness program. I took out a lot of my frustrations on the weights at the YMCA, pushed myself with sit-ups and push-ups and punished the speed bag I hung up in the basement, pretending it was Archie's head that I was pummeling.

Although I wasn't terribly tanned, I was pretty fit for a guy in his early 40s, and my arrival on Carla's patio earned me a wolf whistle from my realtor. I returned the favor, and I could feel my cock tingling, because she was laid out on the lounge chair oiled and sexy.

We chatted for a few minutes than I dove in the pool and swam a few laps, enjoying the cool water and the physical exertion.

When I reached the end of one lap, I looked up to see a stunning vision. Carla was standing by the edge of the pool and she had discarded her bikini. I climbed out of the pool, and we melded together, our hot mouths working frantically, our tongues dueling like swordsmen.

"I want you bad," she whispered when we broke for air. "I've waited all week for you, and I'm tired of waiting."

I looked around, noted the high privacy fence and went for broke. I gently pushed Carla back until she was lying on the lounge again, and I stood over her, feasting my eyes on a glorious sight. 

Carla's tits were perfect, just big enough to grab onto without being excessive, her stomach was flat and her juicy pussy was on display, framed by a well-trimmed pubic bush the same golden color as her hair.

"Fuck me, Rob." She panted, as I slid by suit to the ground. 

My cock was hard as a brick and waving in the air as I approached her. She was staring at it, and licking her lips. I'm not a braggart, but I do have a pretty nice cock, fairly long and pretty meaty, and I've never ever left a woman unsatisfied. Whatever it was that drove Tricia that weekend, it wasn't a lack of good sex.

But first things first. I knelt on the towel that was spread on the ground in front of the lounge, opened Carla's legs wide and dove into her luscious box face first with a real sense of gusto. I slithered my tongue up her hot furrow, lapping up the flow of juice and rolling the tip of my tongue over her clit.

Carla squealed in delight as I brought my oral experience to bear on her twitching twat. I could feel her well-manicured fingers raking through my hair as she urged me on with ever-increasing cries of lust.

Just about the time I felt her pussy start to contract, and heard her delirious moans start to mount, I pulled my face away, took up my position between her legs, aimed the head of my cock for her flaming pink gash and drove in all the way to the hilt in one glorious thrust.

Carla gasped and screamed as a powerful orgasm shook her whole body, but I was beyond any semblance of control. I picked up her legs, leaned forward and fucked her absolute abandon, and she was equally abandoned.

Quickly, the backs of my legs started burning, and Carla regained a little bit of control. With a smile that suggested something delightfully wicked, she got me to withdraw and lie back on the lounge chair. At that moment I'd have done anything she wanted me to do.

As soon as I was flat on my back, she gripped my cock tightly, straddled my hips in a reverse position and slid her molten pussy down onto my upthrust pole.

Carla was gasping, moaning and squealing as she rode my cock at a measured pace. I can't describe how good she felt at that moment. 

As I worked my cock up and down to meet her corkscrew motion, I felt a lot of the pent-up rage that was still lingering flow easily out of me. I had forgiven Tricia, now I could forgive myself for letting it happen. I could truly move on with my life.

It was with that thought in mind that I gently pushed Carla over so that she was on her knees, with her gushing cunt thrust up to the sky.

I knelt behind her on the towel, rammed my cock back into her and began to pound her hard. I could feel the rusty tingle of incipient release, and I was ready. And so was she. She looked back over her shoulder as she worked her hips back and forth, and said she wanted to taste me.

I just nodded and concentrated on maximum pleasure. Just about the time I hit the nut strokes, I managed to gasp out an, "I'm ... comin'!"

Carla slid her hips away from me suddenly, turned around quickly, just in time to open her mouth as I stood up and fisted an absolute king cumshot straight into her mouth. 

She squealed and cooed as I unloaded on her tongue, on her lips, on her chin and on her tits before she took the head of my cock into her mouth and gently sucked the last oozing spurts down her throat.

When my cock was finally drained of everything I'd had stored in my balls for several weeks, Carla stood up and kissed me deeply, and I got a good taste of my own cum.

That set the tone for a wild weekend of unbridled sex. 

We took a dip in her pool and fucked right on the steps leading into the shallow end, then we showered, dressed and grabbed some groceries. I grilled a couple of steaks, we ate, then we retired to her bed where we fucked all night. 

She sucked me off, I tongue-lashed her to a frothy climax and finally I fucked her ass before we collapsed in sweat-soaked exhaustion.

When I left on Sunday night, I wasn't sure if I was in love, but I was sure in lust, and that was enough for the moment.

It was Thursday afternoon when Carla called me at the office, sounding a little excited.

"Guess what happened this morning," she said.

"I don't know, try me," I answered.

"You know that guy that lives in the cabin next to yours?" she said, and my heart literally stopped.

"Yeah, Archie?" I said, trying not to let my emotions show.

"Yeah, well, he was killed in a car crash this morning," Carla said.

"What!" I cried, feigning surprise. "What happened?"

"According to the paper this afternoon, he was driving into town for some reason, maybe a job or something, and he lost control on one of the hairpin curves on the mountain road," she said. "The sheriff said his brakes must have failed, because his truck missed the curve at about 70, broke through the railing, rolled several times then hit a tree and burst into flames. He was thrown from the truck before it hit the tree, but he was dead by the time anyone got to him." 

"Well, you know, that's a pretty dangerous stretch of road," I said. "But you'd think someone who'd lived up there as long as he had would have known to make sure his brakes were in good shape. Did the paper say anything else about it?"

"Not really, but it did kind of fill in his background," Carla said. "Turns out he did a stretch in prison in another state for a sexual assault when he was in college. Makes you wonder about the guy, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does," I said.

We exchanged a few pleasantries then she hung up, and I sat back in my chair. Slowly, a smile creased my face.

"If you play, you'd better be ready to pay," I whispered to myself. "Good riddance, you sorry son of a bitch."

And with that, I put him out of my mind and resolutely looked to the future.

------

It's been more than three years since the day Archie drove off the mountain, and a lot has changed.

After a summer of butting heads with increasing rancor, Charlie and I decided he'd be better off living with his mother. She'd always been much better at handling him and his mood swings than I had, and his departure seemed to bring some calm to the house.

About a month after Archie's accident, I got a visit from the investigators from that county asking some questions. Seems they had found a spot where the brake fluid from Archie's truck had leaked onto the ground and they were following that as a possible lead.

I told them what I knew, which wasn't much, and I don't think they suspected anything. And, in truth, I don't think they were terribly interested in finding out anything. It was just a formality they had to check out, and after a 20-minute conversation, they thanked me for my time and left.

I never heard anything more about it.

In September, Carla called and told me she had a buyer for the cabin. In accordance with our divorce agreement, Tricia and I split the proceeds from the sale in half. I used my share to buy a medium-sized, modestly priced motor boat, and that became a major part of my social life.

Without the cabin, there really wasn't a compelling reason to go back up to the mountains, and my relationship with Carla faded away. It was hot and heavy while it lasted, but once we got past the physical nature of our attraction, there really wasn't much there.

I subsequently dated a parade of women, bedding most of them, and Tricia took my advice and started dating some guys.

But neither of us found anyone we really connected with, and when I found myself without a date for my company's Christmas party last year, I called Tricia and asked her to go with me.

It was like old times, like we'd never been apart, and the next day I made a reservation for a room at a downtown hotel whose penthouse club hosts one of the city's biggest New Year's Eve parties and asked Tricia to go.

We rang in a new year of renewed promise, then went to the room and made love like we had so many times before, and it was honestly one of the best experiences of my life. 

There was a maturity, a slow, simmering satisfaction to it that was so unlike all the frenzied couplings we'd engaged in with the other lovers we'd had over the previous two years.

Since then, we've pretty much dated exclusively, but even though we've spent plenty of nights together, we still maintain separate lives.

Recently, we've started talking vaguely about remarrying, but I'm still a little hesitant to take that step, and make that commitment to her. And, to her credit, Tricia's not pushing it. She knows how badly I was hurt by what she did, and she knows trust is still a fragile thing between us.

Honestly, we may never get to the point where we completely bury the past and totally commit to a new marriage, and if what we have now is all we ever have, then that's enough for both of us. 

Occasionally, I think about old Archie, and his demise. I wonder if, in those last few seconds, when he pumped his brake pedal and nothing happened, he thought about me and realized that I'd fixed him, but good. I hope so.

You may call me a killer, a murderer, someone worse than him, but I don't see it that way.

When you are confronted with a rabid dog, you don't pet it, comfort it or try to cure it. No sir. You put a gun between its eyes and you put a bullet in its head.

In my mind, Archie was a rabid dog, a predator who needed to be taken out permanently. I did that, and as far as I'm concerned my conscience is clear.  
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Tricia Takes One for the Team



If there are two things in life that I really hate, they must be: stereotyping and racism. So I have to warn you in advance that this story is about both of them. But it's a story that needs to be told because the ending is so satisfying.

I was born and grew up in New York City. One of the stereotypes that I would like to dispel right away is that all Jewish males are smart. I'm Jewish, but in high school I was only an average student. Still, my parents want me to go to college, so I applied around. I had been told by Guidance that southern colleges were easier to get into, so I applied to a couple of them. Not only was I accepted by both of the two I applied to, but "Ole Miss" even awarded me a scholarship. I found out later it was because they wanted "diversification" on the campus. They didn't want ALL of the students to be white Christians from the South, and since I was a New York City Jew, I was just what they wanted for diversification. So as strange as it might sound, I went to Ole Miss.

I had always loved sports, but I was never very good at it. Still, at Ole Miss when I volunteered to be business manager of the football team, they jumped at the chance to have me. After all, who would not want to have a genuine Jew as business manager? 

And it was as manager of the football team that I got to meet Tricia (short for Patricia) Williamson. Tricia was one of the cheerleaders for the football team, and she fulfilled all of the qualifications: She was about five-six, 110 pounds, beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes and a figure that any girl would have died for.

She was not adverse to dating football players—as long as they were white, which was about half the team. Being business manager, I got to know her pretty well on the bus rides to other schools for games. As we all know, dark-haired Jews love blonde girls, so I asked her out—and was surprised when she accepted my invitation. The source of my attraction for her apparently was because I was from the big city of New York—almost an alien in other words.

My last name is "Miller," and I did not realize until she went into one of her rants while we were on a date that she was totally unaware that I was Jewish. She apparently did not know that "Miller" could be a Jewish name, ala Arthur Miller, and since I did not have a big hook nose, she never suspected a thing.

"You would have liked it a lot better here at Ole Miss in the old days," she said one night while we were on a date. "I was not here at that time of course, but my daddy, who went here, told me Ole Miss used to be a school for only white people from good families."

"Really?" I replied.

"Yes, and now look at all the colored who are here. Half of the football team is colored!"

"I know."

She leaned over conspiratorially. "It all started with the Jews, you know."

"Really?"

"Yes, back in the early sixties, the school had to start letting Jews in because of a court order. It all came from that Eisenhower—that's a Jewish name you know."

"No kidding?"

"Then it was only a matter of time before they had to start letting the coloreds in. The Jews made it possible."

"I'll be darned."

Tricia not only was very pretty, but to my surprise she also was sexually active, hotter than a southern firecracker in other words, and it was not long before we were doing it on a regular basis. I lived in one of the dorms with two other roommates, but they always went out drinking on Friday night. Tricia would come over shortly after they had left, and we would spend most of the evening fucking like rabbits. Despite having a sweet, pretty, innocent face, Tricia was sexually adventurous and ready to try any new position—or any new perversion. She always insisted on both of us doing it completely naked on top of the bed with no covers on, or up against the wall, also naked. And the door had to be left unlocked. I think the idea of possibly getting discovered appealed to her.

Also, she hated condoms. "I want to feel it squirt inside me," she said with a smile. So she made sure she took her pill regularly. This was okay with me because I didn't like condoms either.

One of the things I liked about her the most was her unusual blonde public hair. Instead of being rough and crinkly like most girls, her maidenhair was straight and silky, like southern corn silk. I loved licking it and pushing my tongue through it. 

But despite the fact that she was a sexual treasure, I was beginning to get really pissed off at her because of her constant rants about the "coloreds" and about the "Jews." I decided I was going to dump her, but before doing so, I would have one final fling with her—one that would really surprise her.

Damon Williams, a black man from Jackson, Miss., was the captain of the football team and a good friend. When I told Damon about my plans, at first he was scared of the idea. "This is the South, you know," he said. But when I explained to him how there could not possibly be any repercussions, he started getting interested. The idea of a southern black man having sex with a beautiful blonde white cheerleader really appealed to him. But it was not only him.

"You have to line up seven other players," I said. "I'll leave that to you. You can pick anyone you want. The only requirement is: They have to be black."

Damon grinned. "It's a deal. When?" 

"Line up in the hallway outside my room around eight p.m."

He shook my hand. "Will do."

That Friday night, Tricia arrived at my room around 7:30. She was wearing a pretty white linen dress and low-heeled white shoes. 

"How about a couple of bourbon-and-waters before we start?" I asked.

"Sure." She liked to drink, and this time there was a method in my madness. After three stiff drinks, she decided it was getting too warm in the room, so she took off all her clothes, underwear too. She put her hands on top of her head. "What shall we do now?" she asked coyly. 

"I want to do something a little different tonight," I said.

"Great. What is it?"

"Well, I happened to find a copy of COSMO magazine that some guy's date must have left in the Social Room. I was reading this article in there that said a woman can greatly enhance her sexual pleasure by having her boyfriend put a blindfold on her. That way, she can fantasize that she doesn't know the person she's having sex with. It could be a complete stranger."

"Wow. That sounds kinky but fun, so let's do it. Do you have a blindfold?"

"Not a real one, but I can use my scarf."

"Okay."

"The article also says that her boyfriend ought to do it to her from the back, doggy-style, which will add even more to her not knowing who it could be."

"That sounds like fun too—and I like it that way anyhow."

"Let's do it then." I got the wool scarf I had uselessly brought down to Ole Miss and blindfolded her with it, tying it in the back—as she got on all fours on the bed. "The article also said the boyfriend ought to make it last as long as possible. So if he feels himself getting too excited, he ought to withdraw until he calms down a little, then stick it back in again. So I'll do that too."

"Sounds good."

One of the things I had discovered about Tricia was that it did not take her long to get sexually excited. Just talking about it excited her, so I could feel with two of my fingers that her little blonde pussy was already warm and wet. Gently, I inserted my cock in her and pumped a dozen times or so. "I'm going to have to pull out already," I said, "I'm getting too excited. I'll walk around a little bit."

"Okay, I'll be here."

I pulled it out, walked quietly over to the door and opened it. Damon and his seven buddies were all lined up in the hall, all of them with wicked but nervous smiles on their faces. I put my finger to my lips for them to be quiet, pointed to their shoes to indicate they were to take them off, which they did, and then motioned for them to come in. They lined up against the wall near the bed, Damon in the lead. I could see they were enjoying the view of naked Tricia already. I motioned for them all to drop their pants and shorts, which they did.

"Okay," I said, "I guess I'm ready for a second round."

"Good, cause I'm ready to come again."

"You're making my cock even bigger with talk like that."

"Great."

I motioned for Damon to come over. He climbed on the bed behind her and eased his big black cock inside her. Then he took her by the hips and savored the experience as much as he could, going in and out of her slowly a dozen times before coming. 

"Wow!" she cried. "You were bigger."

"This will be a night to remember then, because it's still big." 

"Then let's do it again."

I couldn't believe we were going to get away with this, but I could see she was so foggy from booze and lust that the only thing which mattered was the way her pussy felt. Rational logic did not enter into it.

I motioned Damon away. 

"I can't believe I'm still hard," I said.

"Neither can I. I know you came in me. I could feel it."

"I know, but I'm ready to go again."

"Then let's do it."

I waved the next man, Tyrell, on.

So gradually, we worked our way through all eight members of the team. Finally they stood there, some with limp and dripping dicks, and some with still semi-hard cocks. I gave them all a silent high five.

But this was too good to waste by letting her think it all was me. It was time to end the charade.

"Tricia, I'm afraid I have a confession to make," I said.

"What's that?"

"You can turn and face me."

She did—but left the blindfold on.

"I know how you feel about Jews," I reminded her.

"So?"

"Well, apparently you don't know that 'Miller' is mostly a Jewish name, like Arthur Miller, the playwright. My grandfather's real name was 'Muelenberg.' They changed it to 'Miller' when they came to America."

She pulled the scarf down. 

"So for the last three months, you have been well-fucked by a New York Jew," I said.

She stared at me in disbelief. 

"I'm even thinking about calling your father and telling him about it. But not only that. You know that you've been well-fucked tonight, but not all of it was by me. Most of it was by these eight fine gentlemen here." I pointed over her shoulder.

She turned to view eight black football players, several of them with still-dripping dicks, others looking like they were ready for another round.

"AGHHHHHH!" She started to scream. And she was still screaming when I threw her clothes at her. "You can get dressed now, and if you want to keep this delightful little story quiet, I would suggest you not report it," I said. "Because if you do, everyone on campus will know about it—that you were ganged-banged by the black members of the team." She glared at me with daggers as she started to dress. Finally, when she was finished dressing, she turned and tried in the most dignified manner she could muster to walk to the door. 

She turned at the door. "FUCK YOU!" she cried.

"I think you already did," I replied.

And then she left, slamming the door. Ah well, all's well that ends well. But I had the feeling that my chances of getting another date with her were over.

On the other hand, I and the guys did enjoy for many a Friday night the video we had taken After all, what's the point of blindfolding a naked girl unless you're going to videotape it?

### 



Tricia's Burn



tricia's mouth opened, soft and inviting, with full lips made for kissing it seemed. Instantly she tasted the pepper coating the thick slab of leather was thick enough that the soft roof of her mouth also burned. Even her cheeks, which she tried to puff out to spare them the spiky crisp pain, were torched. Master was gentle, though she deserved for Him to be coarse, but when He secured the gag, He tugged and yanked, forcing her to fight the urge to try and spit it out.

The gag filled her mouth with its stinging torment, and kept it open just enough so her jaw wouldn't cramp right away. she didn't want to swallow, for the tip of the gag's tongue touched the back of her palate, and if she did she felt the flutter in the back her throat, tugging at her stomach. 

she had to swallow, her mouth watered, flooded in fact, but her saliva did nothing to quench the fire. she imagined the soft tissues of her mouth blistering and charring from the pepper's fluids. Finally, she swallowed, the juice flaming down her throat like little razors, and she choked, tears squirting from her eyes. she coughed, gagging through the leather. tricia tried to clear her throat, and chomped down on it, whimpering to her Master.

He ignored her, tugging her hair, freeing it from the gag's cords, and smoothing it out, combing her long, brown hair with a wide, flat brush, until He stepped back, looking her over.

tricia was forced to swallow again, and a fresh flood of tears ran down her face. Although she was being punished, Master wanted a pretty picture, and tricia did her very best to please His eye. she tried, but the venom in her mouth made her wince; the heat so great all she could think of was tearing the gag from her face, and spit and retch upon the floor to get the vile stuff from her mouth.

she shook, fighting the urge, though it would have been futile in any case. Master had bound her arms behind her back, tying her forearms together, and wound rope about her upper arms, circling her breasts in a figure-eight, hugging them together. she clawed her elbows, and an itch crawled over her nose as it started to run. tricia's shame grew; seeing herself in her mind's eye: her eyes puffy, red, and watering; cheeks flushed; nose running swiftly; drool glistening at the corners of her mouth. her Master didn't have a pretty slave to look at, and she was a naughty slave too, tricia thought, hanging her head. This was part of it, she realized, knowing that He was seeing her not at her best, but ragged and ugly.

she cried openly as Master chuckled. A heavy blush blazed over her face, hothot enough to match the fire in her mouth. she coughed behind the gag and shivered as the itch in her nose worsened. Master, Your slave is so sorry! she wanted to shout, to fall to her knees -- no, to her belly -- and kiss His feet, kiss every toe and bathe them, using her hair to do so, and beg for His forgiveness. she'd promise to do what He wanted; to do it with grace, poise, and all the love she had for Him. tricia wanted to be a good girl again; it tore at her heart when Master had called her a bad girl, and commanded His bad, ugly cunt to get the rope and the correction gag. she crawled for each item, taking them to Him in her teeth, knowing that she did deserve what was going to happen, and fearing it with each four-legged step.

Now, bound, the correction gag searing her mouth and throat, tricia squirmed. her bare bottom felt hot and her bowels felt loose from the pepper; it was an illusion, like the heat from wine, she told herself, not wanting to imagine the torment she'd receive if anything else went wrong.

"Over my knees, cunt," Master commanded. His voice wasn't the gentle one she was familiar with, it was hard, and cut her like a knife's edge. she started to walk to Him on her knees, rope binding them as well, and pressing painfully into her bones as she moved forward.

Master was up in a flash, and tricia shied from His terrible love. He stood over her and used His foot to push her face to the floor, pushing until she lay on her belly.

"Only slaves -- good slaves -- use their hands and knees, disobedient cunts have to crawl," He growled. "If I see one inch of your worthless hide off that floor, I'm going to oil your asshole and your fuckhole with that cayenne. Then I'm going to clog both your foul openings with the correction plugs, bitch." He went back to His seat. "Do you understand me, you disobedient cunt?"

tricia sobbed into the carpet, His words, His tone like a bladed whip against her soft skin. she nodded, knowing just what the plugs felt like with the hot pepper, and the shocks Master could send through her inner flesh. she nodded, shutting her eyes against the cruel stare of her disappointed Master. 

"Are you going to mewl there on the rug, cunt?" He asked, tapping the hairbrush against His knee. "Or are you going to haul your selfish, sorry ass over here?"

tricia moaned, crawling, wriggling to her Master. Each angry word was also one of pain, for she had insulted His love for her, His very gift, and she told herself that this was what bad slaves deserved. The friction against her breasts built as she slithered, pushing herself along with her toes. she would not, absolutely would not have the correction plugs inside her again, and kept herself against the carpet, glued to it in fact. Heat kissed every part of her, and the gag was starting to numb her mouth, but it still boiled in her throat and belly. she stared through the blur and heat growing in her straining muscles, keeping her eyes on her Master's feet. tricia felt like a worm, undulating awkwardly toward Him, desperately hugging the floor. I am a slug beneath His feet, she told herself, unfit to belong to Him, and thus I must crawl like a worm. she didn't cry at this, she was too focused on crawling to cry. Here was her strength, in this humiliation and this torment.

Master glared at her, and ran the flat of the hairbrush over His thigh. He started to tap His fingers over the handle, and tricia bit the leather harder, pushing through the protests of her sore body, and wriggled to His feet. she pressed her forehead to each foot, and awaited a word or a yank of hair. she pushed herself against His legs when He ordered her over His knees. she slithered up, the warmth from His body a marked contrast to the prickling heat of the rugburns on her breasts and knees. Master made no move to help her position herself, and she nearly tumbled from His lap as she struggled. After what felt like an eternity under His withering gaze, tricia dug the tips of her toes into the carpet and presented her rear for Him.

"How many do you think you should get, cunt?" 

tricia shook her head wildly, and whimpered. she flinched at the cool touch of the hairbrush on her buttocks.

"I think this is worth more then ten, or twenty, don't you think, cunt?"

tricia started to cry again, pushing her buttocks up against the slowly circling brush. If only He would get it over with. Please, Master, she thought, please.

"you disappointed me, cunt," He said, with soft, deliberate words, the tone making her weak with sorrow.

The first smack was harsh, not like the tender ones He normally laid upon her, and she chewed on the leather, lifting her ass for the second, and the dozens that followed. she wailed, each smack filling the room like a gunshot, and tricia shivered. her buttocks flared with pain, bright and hot like a bonfire, and she shook harder, pressing her toes into the carpet, clenching her fists as the flat of the brush kissed each cheek of supple flesh. Tears flowed freely now, and she began to see bright spots in her eyes. The blows fell like rain, over and over; some striking the curve, some hitting at the crease where her ass met her thighs, upturned swings of Master's wrist that arched through her like lightning. tricia swooned, inhaling deeply and struggling to meet the punishment she so richly deserved. It was getting harder though, she thought, and the pain was moving from raw fire to a kind of numbing cold that dazed her.

she fought to present, and slipped. Instantly Master twisted her hair around His fist and pulled her from her trance, flooding her with new pain, and rapidly smacked her thighs. Up and down the brush went, from just above the back of her knee to the curve of her buttocks. she wanted to kick like a little girl, to protest, but held her ground, crying and shrieking through the correction gag as her thighs screamed. He pulled her hair and tricia howled. He ordered her to spread her legs, and she almost shook her head, but she was not so far gone that she would dare that. she obeyed, her legs parting like a rusty pair of pliers, and braced herself for the blow.

When it came, she inhaled as deeply as she could, thinking of everything but the wet smack on her sex. It snapped through her, and again, again, again the brush bit into her most tender flesh. she humped back as if it were His cock, as she'd been trained to do, but detested every arch of her spine and every hurtful caress of the brush. It may have been a dozen or three dozen, but shortly she fell back into a deep, gauzy haze that blanketed her. she heaved with every deep sob that struggled through her painwracked form, and then she moaned when the bristles of the brush sawed over her cunt, rough and stinging like the carpet across her breasts. Master ground the bristles against her, and this time she did shrink from them, writhing even as He tugged hair from her scalp. The bristles rode over her clit and despite herself, tricia shook with a secret delight that she hated. Deep down in her heart she ached for more, and growled when He stopped. The next time they touched her was against the embers of her backside. They snapped and stabbed at her ass, fanning the embers into a fire. tricia gurgled mindlessly.

Exhausted, limp like a wet rag, and numb with agony that settled in the very center of her bones; tricia wept as Master thumbed the tears from her cheeks. she wasn't aware of the time, or even the day. Where Master had taken her to was a self-contained universe, and both regretfully and thankfully, He would let her out when He felt like it. she could barely see the room, let alone remember which room it might be. she felt drunk, shaky like a newborn fawn, yet surrounded by a thick warmth. Master slapped her face until she focused on Him.

"Are you ready to behave, cunt?"

tricia nodded, hard enough to cover her face with her silken hair, which clung to her in damp cords. she came back to life when He laughed and brushed the hair from her wet face. He pulled her close, wrapping His arms around her.

"Are you ready to be a good girl, cunt?"

tricia moaned softly and nodded, nuzzling His shoulder.

"I'm going to untie your arms first, tricia," He whispered, tenderly pinching the sore skin of her buttocks.

tricia groaned, and hissed as the bonds were loosed, then peeled away from her. her shoulders ached, then sang with fresh pain as she let them relax. He allowed her to rest against His shoulder as she endured the throb of the tired muscles, and cupped a breast, jiggling it in His hand, His thumb coaxing her nipple to harden, while she slowly flexed her arms.

"Now for your legs, tricia," He said. He reached down, and she clung to Him, still weeping as He freed her. Master rubbed the rope marks, gently massaging her calves, bringing the blood back with a rush of cold needles, and she struggled through the last bond. The correction gag was appropriately the last to go, she thought, keeping her eyes shut and breathing hard through her runny nose. Just one more, she thought, one more.

"Ok, honey," He said, caressing her cheek. "you know why this had to be in your mouth, tricia, and are you ready to use this as I see fit?"

she nodded, giving Him a fierce hug. she gave a dainty cough when He pulled the wicked correction gag from her tired mouth. Master set the evil thing down, and she kissed His neck, resting her chapped, benumbed lips against His pulse.

"your mouth will be ready to serve whenever I wish it...in any way I wish it."

"Yes Master," she whispered, her voice a hoarse, hollow sound, and she nuzzled His face. "Whenever, and however You wish it, my Master."

"Then tomorrow you will use it as you were supposed to, tricia."

"Oh, Master, yes, as I should have. I'm so sorry, Master, it was wrong of me to refuse," she started to sob again, pressing her face against Him, "and it won't happen again." He held her as she cried, rocking her in His lap. "I was weak for a moment, Master, just a moment."

"I know you were, honey, but you'll be good from now on won't you?"

"Yes, Master, whenever You want the dog pleased, I'll do it...gladly." tricia didn't see His smile, but she felt it, and her heart warmed at His words. 

"I know you will, my love, I know you will."



Tricia's Dirty Hole



Trisha and I had been together for almost twenty years - sixteen of them married. At thirty-eight she had put on an extra pound or two, but then three kids can do that to you. Those extra pounds didn't matter to me because as far as I was concerned those pounds were in all the right places and Trish was still the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. Besides, who was I to say anything about extra weight? I was fifteen pounds heavier than I was on the day we were married. I blame most of it Trish being a great cook. And I did fight it. I worked out at the gym three days a week and I ran four miles a day on the days I didn't go to the gym. Even if I have to say so myself I wasn't in bad shape for a forty year old who spent his days sitting at a desk.

Trisha and I had a good marriage and enjoyed a comfortable life style. My job paid enough that we were able to own a decent house, have two cars and save enough for the three weeks of vacation that I received every year.

Trisha Marie Thomas and I met in high school. I was a senior and she was a sophomore. I was the photographer for the school newspaper and I was in the office the day Trisha came in to apply for one of the reporter vacancies. Each class had a representative who reported on class activities and the sophomore class rep had moved out of state.

I do have to say that I was smitten as soon as Trish walked into the student newspaper office. I was never one for being reticent so I started talking to her and before she left the office I had a date with her for the next night. Our first date was an evening of roller skating at Skate City and we had a good time. I asked her out again, she said yes, and our second date was burgers and a movie. We seemed to click and we started keeping steady company.

I'd been going with Trish for about three months before I found out she had a wild side. There was a party that she wanted to go to and she asked me to take her. I said okay before I found out that it was at a frat house at the local college. I felt a tad out of place since I was almost two years younger than any of the other guys there, but Trish wasn't bothered by the age difference. In fact, before the evening was over I found out that it wasn't the first party that she had attended at that house.

Both of my parents were alcoholics and with them as examples I swore that I would never drink so I spent the evening sipping Coke and trying to keep up with Trish. She loved to dance and pretty much stayed out on the improvised dance floor. I guess I managed to get maybe one dance with her out of every five. I noticed that she took a lot of 'potty breaks' which I thought odd since she wasn't drinking all that much. It was about three hours into the party that I found out about those 'potty' breaks.

Trish left the dance floor and headed for the bathroom and I had to go too so I was right behind her. She walked right by the bathroom and went to a door just the other side of it, opened the door and went in. I hit the bathroom, took my whiz, and when I came out I went to the door she had gone to and opened it. The smell that hit you when you opened the door told you everything you needed to know even before you saw anything. Trish was sitting on the arm of a couch sucking on a fat reefer. She took a hit and passed it to the guy sitting next to her. Somebody said:

"Hey man, be cool. Close the fucking door."

Trish looked my way, giggled and said, "It's only my boyfriend. Come on Rob; suck some smoke with us."

"No thanks" I said and I turned and left the room. I wasn't a "goody goody two shoes" by any means. I'd tried pot and I hadn't liked it. To me it tasted like shit and it gave me a headache. I was told I must have gotten some bad shit and a guy gave me some stuff that he said was "primo" and I tried it again. It still tasted like shit and it still gave me a headache so that was the end of pot smoking for me. 

As I walked away from that room I realized that I was between a rock and a hard place. If I went into that room and pulled Trish out of it it could be the end of our relationship, but if I left her in there she would be stoned out of her gourd when I took her home and her parents would kill me. I'd just made up my mind to go back in and get her when she came out of the room, grabbed my arm and said:

"Come on Robbie. Dance with me."

As we danced she asked me why I hadn't come in and taken part and I told her. Then I asked her why she did dope and she said:

"Because I like the way it makes me feel."

There wasn't anything that I could say to that so I just danced. One of the frat boys cut in so I moved off to the side and just watched. I had my back to three guys and I overheard them talking.

"Looks like we won't get a chance at her tonight. Her boyfriend is staying too close."

"Shame. We almost had her last time. Half an hour more and one more joint and we could have nailed her. Could have had her pulling a train."

"Well there is always the next time."

Either they didn't recognize my back or it wasn't Trish that they were talking about, but I had a bad feeling about that frat house. I went back out on the floor and cut in on Trish and the guy she was dancing with and told her that it was time to go. 

"Let me make one more trip back to the room and then we can leave."

"No more trips to the room Trish. It is time to go."

"You think that just because you're my date that you own me? I'm going back to the room one more time."

"Okay Trish; have it your way. I guess someone will see to it that you get home. Goodnight."

I walked away from her and headed for the front door. I was almost to my car when Trish came running up behind me. She fell into step beside me and gasped out:

"You were going to leave me there? You were just going to walk away and leave me there?"

"I wasn't going to stand there and argue with you and I wasn't going to physically drag you out. You basically said, "Screw you; I'm going back to the room and smoke some dope" so I left.

We got into the car and as we pulled away from the curb Trish said, "Did you even think about what I would have had to tell my parents when some other guy brought me home?"

"No I didn't. I was too busy thinking about what they would say and do to me when I brought you home stoned."

"I don't ever get that bad."

"You sure looked like you were working on it to me."

When I got her home I walked her to her door and then turned to leave.

"Don't I even get a kiss?"

"I'm not in the mood Trish."

"Oh come on Robbie; don't be that way. Don't be mad at me because I like to have a little fun and I like to feel good."

"Oh yeah? Well let me tell you something about going to that frat house to have fun and feel good." 

I told her about the conversation that I'd overheard and I lied to her and said that they had mentioned her by name.

"If I hadn't of been there or if I'd paid a little less attention your trip to that room would have ended up with you on your back on a mattress pulling a train. Think about how much fun that would have been. Good night Trisha."

I left her standing there on the porch, got in my car and drove home.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x

The next day was Saturday and I called Trish about noon and her mother told me:

"Sorry Robbie, but Trisha says she doesn't want to talk to you."

I tried again on Sunday and got the same answer. In my mind I had done nothing wrong so I just shrugged and got on with my life. I graduated two weeks later and took a job working on my uncle's farm for the summer and in the fall I started college. The college was local and I was living at home.

One Saturday morning I was in my room working on a paper I had to turn in when my mother called up to me.

"Robert? There is someone here to see you." 

I went downstairs and found Trish waiting in the living room.

"Hi Robbie."

"Hello Trisha."

"How have you been?"

"Fine."

"I wondered. I haven't heard from you."

"That's not true Trisha. You heard from me; you just wouldn't take the calls.

"I'm sorry Robbie. I was being a bitch because I was upset with the way you dropped me off on our last date. I had the bright idea that I wouldn't talk to you for a couple of days to show you how pissed I was, but then you never called again. I came looking for you but your mother told me that you were gone for the summer."

"So what do you want Trisha?"

"I'm here; doesn't that tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"You are my boyfriend Robbie; I miss you."

Bottom line was that Trish and I ended up a couple again and we stayed a couple most of the time. We did argue and break up a few times, usually over her use of pot. Trish did like to party, especially with friends who liked to smoke dope as much as she did. I really think that some of those break ups were deliberately instigated by her to free her up to go to some party or other where she could do what she liked to do without my disapproving stare always being on her.

Then all of a sudden Trish stopped doing dope. She never did tell me why, but about a year later I found out from her best friend. It happened during one of our break ups. Trish and Maggie had gone to a keg party at a frat house - the very same frat house were Trish and I had our first blow up - and Trish started smoking as soon as she got there. About three hours after they got there Maggie had gone looking for Trish and had found her in a room with three guys. They had her on her back on a couch with her skirt up around her waist and one of the guys was pulling her panties down. Maggie started yelling and screaming and the guys took off. Trish was lying there and giggling. She was totally out of it. She was so stoned that she had no clue as to what was about to happen. It was a wake up call for Trish and to the best of my knowledge she never smoked pot again over the next sixteen years.

But we managed to hang in there and two weeks after I got my degree in Business Management we were married. I took a job with the XYZ Corporation and two years later I was transferred to another state. Fourteen years and three promotions later I was transferred back to our home town. We had been back three weeks when Maggie threw us a "Welcome Home" party. We made arrangements to have the kids spend the night with Trisha's parents and after dropping them off we headed for the party.

The party was being held at The Saddleback Inn and there were at least fifty people there that we had known before we moved away. Trish was wearing her LBD (little black dress) and high heels and did she ever look hot. I do have to admit to a feeling of pride when I walked into the Saddleback with her on my arm.

The live band was playing music of the late Sixties and early Seventies and Trish was in a dancing mood and ready to party. We hadn't been there half an hour and Trish had already finished off two glasses of white wine and Maggie had gotten her to do three shots of Jose Cuervo complete with the bite of lemon and the licking of salt from the hand. I was of course nursing my Coca-Cola. I danced the first four dances with Trish and then got involved with socializing and catching up on all that had happened while we were gone. 

Trish started dancing with any guy who would ask her and she pretty much stayed out on the dance floor. I noticed that she danced with a guy named Tim more than anyone else. I didn't think too much of it figuring that it was because he asked her to dance more than anyone else did and as long as he kept her out there she wouldn't be trying to drag me onto the floor.

I don't know how long we had been there before Trish came up to me and whispered in my ear:

"Tim says he has some killer weed baby. I know I stopped all those years ago, but I want to get high tonight. Can I baby? Can I got outside and smoke some?"

What harm would it do I thought. She had been so good for so long and I was there to keep an eye on her so I told her to go for it. It was maybe a half hour later when she came up to me and I could smell her from ten feet away. She reeked of pot. She was giggling and her words were slurred as she said:

"I came in to use the potty baby. Have you missed me?" She kissed me and said, "I hope you took your vitamins today baby; you know how horny I get when I smoke. My pussy is dripping baby. You might not even make it home before I rip your clothes off of you. I'm having a great time baby, thank you."

She kissed me again and headed back to the parking lot. I guess another forty minutes went by and I hadn't seen Trish so I got up and went looking for her. I was just heading for the door to the parking lot when I saw Trish and Tim come in the door. They were both stumbling along and Trish was giggling and when she saw me she said:

"There you are. Come on baby, I want to dance."

The band was playing a slow number and Trish was pressing herself into me and telling me that we needed to get out of there and go home.

"I'm so horny that if I don't get screwed soon I'm going to die."

The song ended and we were walking back to the table when Maggie came up, took Trish by the arm and said:

"Come with me girlfriend. I have someone I want you to meet."

Maggie led Trish away and I sat down and started talking sports with a couple of guys that I had played high school ball with. I lost track of time and suddenly I realized that it had been over an hour since I'd seen Trish. Maggie was sitting at the table with her husband Bob and her sister and I asked her if she'd seen Trish.

"Not since I introduced her to Alice Mayfield. Trish asked me if I knew where she could get some part time work and I knew that Alice was looking for a part time file clerk so I got the two of them together."

I walked around the Saddleback and checked out the parking lot, but found no sign of Trish. I headed for the bathrooms and was going to ask some woman to check the ladies room for me to see if Trish was in there, but as I walked down the hallway I heard a squeal from behind a door on my right. I opened the door and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach I heard Trisha's voice.

"Fuck me; oh yes baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard."

It was a store room and I saw Trish, legs spread wide and up on the toes of her high heels, bent forward over a stack of beer cases while Tim was fucking her from behind. 

"Come on baby, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard like you used to."

"God Trisha, you are such a slut.

"I'm a hot slut baby; fuck me, fuck your hot slut."

Tim had his thumb in her asshole and was working it as he fucked Trish and she was moaning:

"I'm such a slut; I'm such a dirty slut."

About that time Tim realized that someone had opened the door and without turning around or slowing down he said:

"Shut the damned door."

Trisha cried, "Don't stop baby, don't stop. I'm cumming baby, I'm cumminggggggggggggggggggggg!"

I shut the door, rushed to the men's room and tossed my cookies. When I got myself under control I splashed some cold water on my face. I was angry and I was mad enough to kill Tim, but I was also stone cold sober and my mind was working overtime on the situation. I needed answers and I wasn't going to get them kicking down doors and laying waste to the two in the store room. One thing had been burned into my brain and that was when Trish had said:

"Fuck me hard like you used to."

I went back to our table and sat down. I sat there for about five minutes thinking about what I'd just seen and heard. We hadn't been back in town long enough for it to have been recent so Trisha's "like you used to" probably meant that she had fucked Tim before we moved. The question was was it before we were married or after? If it was before then it was none of my business, but what if it was after? What if it was one those "girls night outs" that she went on with Maggie on the average of once a week. If she did it then did she keep doing it after we moved? Had Trisha been hanging horns on me all those years and I never had a clue? And if she was fucking Tim after we got married and before we moved away was she taking back up with him now? Or was what just happened an alcohol and pot fueled aberration? Was Trisha stoned out of her skull and not aware of what she was doing?

I was sitting there and thinking those things when Maggie came up leading Trisha who was very unsteady on her feet,

"I found her in the ladies room and I do believe that my girlfriend is seriously stoned."

Trish bent down and drunkenly whispered in my ear, "Get me out of here baby. I'm horny and I need your dick."

I thanked Maggie for throwing the party for us and then I helped Trish out to the car. I was no sooner in the car and behind the wheel than Trish was next to me and pulling down my zipper. She worked out my cock, bent her head and took me in her mouth and then she started to suck me off. I love the feel of Trisha's mouth on me and I love the way she sucks my cock and that was one of the reasons I had not gone after Tim and beat the fuck out of him. If I had gone after the asshole everything would have been out in the open. Trish would know that I had seen her with another man's cock in her and that I had heard her begging him to fuck her harder and I don't believe that our marriage could have survived that. For one thing I doubt that she would ever been able to look me in the eye again without feeling shame.

I loved her and I really did not want to lose her and I really believed that I could get by a one time drugged and drunken indiscretion. As long as she didn't know that I knew I thought we might have a chance.

But! And it was a pretty big but. What if what had happened was not a one time thing but a continuation of something that had gone on before we moved and after we had married? Other questions that I had no answers for were did Maggie find Trish in the ladies room or did she go to the store room to get Trish because I started looking for her? Did she take Trish to meet Alice Mayfield or did she take Trish to the store room where Tim was waiting for her? 

Why was I thinking those thoughts about Maggie? Because of all the girls nights out that she had gone on with Trish and because of Trish telling Tim to do her hard like he "used to."

I really wanted to believe that Trish was "out of it" so it was easy for me to believe that she was "led" into that store room and Maggie was the last person I saw with Trish before I saw Trish bent over those beer cases and when I saw her she was "leading" Trish away. Maybe I wasn't being fair to Maggie. Maybe she did take Trish to meet the Mayfield woman and then Tim had caught her and led her to the store room. I could never know unless I asked Trish and I couldn't do that because then she would know that I knew what she had done or if she hadn't known what she was doing she would want to know what the hell I was talking about.

As soon as we were in the garage Trish was trying to open the door and was saying, "Hurry baby, hurry. I'm horny baby and I need it." Luckily the kids were staying the night with Trisha's folks so they wouldn't see their mother in the condition she was in. I helped her into the bedroom and as soon as we were there she pulled away from me and started taking off her clothes. When her panties hit the floor I saw that the crotch was soaking wet. That Trish could just drop them in front of me when they were in that condition and be so ready to make love to me while she was still leaking Tim's juices was just one more thing that led me to believe that she was still so out of it that she didn't know what was going on. I mean what just fucked woman was going to willingly fuck her significant other knowing that she was still leaking the cum of her lover?

Once stripped Trish turned and pulled down the bed covers and as she did I saw a trace of cum running down the inside of her left thigh. It was sick of me and I know it, but suddenly I wanted to know what my wife would feel like after just having been fucked by another man. While Trish got on the bed, laid back and spread her legs I quickly undressed and got on the bed. Normally when Trish and I make love I start by eating her pussy and when I got between her legs her hands went to my head to guide me down. I don't know if it was just reflex because that was the way we always did it or because she knew she was full of another man and wanted to see what it would be like to have me taste him, but I wasn't going to go there. No way! I might have been sick enough to want to know what it would be like to take sloppy seconds, but I was in no way curious about what she would taste like. 




Tricia's Dirty Hole



My cock slid right in and I bottomed out on the first stroke. She was wet! Not "moist" wet, but "slick" wet if you know what I mean. As soon as I was in her she went wild. She bucked, pushed up at me, dug her nails in my ass as she tried to pull me even deeper into her and her heels beat bruises into the backs of my legs. When I finally came she pushed me off of her, spun around and took my cock in her mouth and sucked me hard again and then she mounted me. She bounced up and down on me until I was so close I had to roll her over onto her back and fuck her hard to get myself off. When I fell to the bed beside her she made as if to go after my cock and I pushed her hand away and told her that I was done.

Trish was softly snoring beside me while I was staring up at the ceiling thinking about the night. I desperately wanted to believe that what happened that night was a one time thing, but in the end I knew that I was going to have to find out for sure. Since I didn't dare bring it up with Trish that meant that I was going to have to spy on her and the very thought of having to do that weighed heavily on me.

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When I woke up in the morning I had a plan. I didn't know if it was workable, but I would find out. I had just finished reading a spy novel where the protagonist had bugged a house using stuff he had purchased at Wal-Mart. He described how he did it and if it was as easy as he made it sound I thought that it was something that I could do.

I was up bright and early and was standing at the front door of Radio Shack when they opened and I told the salesman what I wanted to do and he said, "No problem" and sold me what I needed and told me the best way to do what I wanted. By the time Trish got out of bed at ten to ten I had a voice activated tape recorder hooked into the phone line, one hidden in the kitchen close to the phone and one hidden in the bedroom.

Trish woke up with one hell of a hang over and she downed two cups of hot black coffee before she asked:

"Was I too bad last night?"

"You don't remember?"

"I remember doing shots of tequila and going out to the parking lot to do some killer grass with Tim."

"Well, you danced a lot and with a lot of different guys, but I don't think you did anything that you need to be ashamed of. If you did, you didn't do it where I could see it. Do you remember talking to Alice Mayfield about a job?"

"Alice who?"

"Alice Mayfield. Maggie said she introduced the two of you because you want a part time job and Alice was looking for a part time file clerk."

"Oh God, I don't remember any of it. I'll have to call Maggs and ask her."

I kissed her and said, "You do that. I've got to run to the hardware store for some wood screws. I'll be back in a bit. Do you need anything while I'm out?"

"Just a new head; one that doesn't throb." 

I went to Home Depot and got the wood screws I needed, checked on a few other things and went home. There was a note on the kitchen table telling me that Trish had gone to pick up the kids. Since I was alone I checked the recorder hooked to the phone line and found that Trish had called Maggie while I was gone.

"That was some party that you had for us last night. I haven't let myself go like that since before Rob and I got married."

"You did seem a little tense when you first got back. I'm glad you had a good time."

"Did I have a good time? I really don't remember much of it after Tim and I started smoking."

"Oh you had a good time sweetie; in fact you had a great time. How is Rob acting today?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"You did spend a lot of time with Tim. Is Rob the jealous type?"

"Why would he be jealous of Tim? All we did was smoke some grass."

"You really don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You don't remember sucking Tim's cock in the parking lot or letting him fuck you in one of the Saddleback's store rooms?"

"I did what?"

"You sucked Tim's cock in the parking lot, twice that I know of, and then you fucked him in one of the back rooms."

"I couldn't have. I wouldn't have. I would never cheat on Rob."

"Sweetie, I saw you sucking Tim's cock two separate times. I kept an eye on you all night. I know how you get when you mix alcohol and dope so I was keeping an eye on you and on Rob so I could intercept him if he went looking for you."

"Oh God Maggs, please tell me that you are kidding me."

"I'm not girlfriend. You might not remember it, but you sure as hell were loving it."

"Oh Jesus. Are you sure that Rob doesn't know?"

"I don't think he knows, but that's why I asked you how he was acting this morning."

"He seems normal. He hasn't said or done anything to make me think he knows I was bad."

Maggie laughed and said, "You weren't bad sweetie; in fact Tim said you were damned good and I won't be surprised if you hear from him soon asking for a repeat."

"Oh shit Maggs. What am I going to do?"

"What ever you want to do girlfriend."

"I don't want a repeat with Tim. I didn't want a first time with Tim. I love Rob and if he ever finds out he will throw me out on my ass. Is Tim the kind of guy who brags? Is there any chance he will spread it around? God Maggs, I don't know what I'll do if it gets back to Rob."

"You would know more about whether Tim brags than I would."

"Why do you say that?"

"Have you forgotten that you fucked him damned near every night for two months during one of your separations from Rob? If that didn't get back to Rob I wouldn't think that what you did last night will get back to him either."

"Tim fucked me? Are you sure about that or did he tell you that after I'd gone."

"Dead sure Trish. I saw him doing it to you. He had you bent over a stack of beer cases taking you from behind and you were loving it."

"Oh my God Maggs, I don't remember any of it. I know I did kiss Tim a couple of times, but that was game playing."

"Game playing?"

"You know, where you take a big hit on the joint, put your mouth on some one else's and then exhale while the other person inhales."

"The only thing I saw you inhaling girlfriend was Tim's dick."

"I can't believe that I don't remember any of it."

"All I know sweetie is that you did it and you sure acted like you were loving it."

"Did I do anything else stupid? Am I going to be able to face people?"

"I didn't see you do anything else bad unless you count all the times guys felt you up on the dance floor. You didn't fight any of them off, but I did notice that you never let any of them get you off into a dark corner and I saw several who tried. But don't sweat that sweetie; that happens at all the dances and no one gets shook up about it."

"What else happened that I don't remember?"

"I don't know sweetie."

"Rob says you introduced me to an Alice Mayfield who might have a job for me?"

"There is no Alice Mayfield sweetie. That is just what I told Rob when he started wondering where you were."

"Rob said you came and got me to meet somebody?"

"I did sweetie. I took you to the store room where Tim was waiting."

"You led me to him knowing that I was fucked up that he was going to take advantage of that and fuck me?"

"He couldn't very well come and get you himself."

"Why would you do something like that to me?"

"Because I thought you needed it."

"It didn't bother you that you might be fucking up my marriage? What if Rob had caught me doing it? What if Tim brags about it and Rob hears about it? I thought you were my friend Maggie, but friends don't fuck with their friend's lives."

The conversation stopped as Trish hung up on Maggie. As I stared at the recorder I was somewhat relieved to know that Trish didn't do what she did knowingly, the sex part anyway, but now I had new worries. Maggie said Tim would probably be calling wanting an encore and I wondered what Trish might do if that happened. Especially after Maggie reminded her that she had spent a couple of months fucking Tim before we were married. All I could do was wait, watch Trish and see what happened.

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Trish got home with the kids and then started dinner. For the rest of the day until we went to bed every time I looked Trisha's way I caught her looking at me and I knew that she was wondering if I knew about what she had done at the party. In bed that night she was insatiable and I knew that it was because she was feeling guilty and was trying to make it up to me for being unfaithful. It was a week before she stopped eying nervously and I figured that she had finally decided that I knew nothing. 

I checked the hidden tape recorders daily, but there was never anything on the bedroom recorder except normal noises and Trish and I talking. There was an erotic moment or two when I listened to Trish and me making love. The kitchen recorder had nothing on it except the sounds of Trish making breakfast, lunch and dinner and other normal noises. The phone tap always had something, her mother, her sister, telemarketers and the like. Maggie called daily, sometimes twice, but Trish hung up on her every time.

Tim's phone call came on a Wednesday.

"Hello?"

"Hi sugar, it's Tim."

"What do you want Tim?"

"I'd kinda like picking up where we left off the night of the party."

"I'm sorry Tim, but that was a big mistake on my part. It can't happen again."

"You trying to tell me that you didn't enjoy it?"

"I was stoned Tim. I don't even remember it."

"Oh come on sugar, you told me that you loved it. You told me that you never wanted to stop. You even told me that you wanted me in your ass. You said you wanted me in your 'dirty hole' and I was just getting ready to do it there when Maggie came in and pulled you away because your hubby was looking for you. As you left you said "next time; you can do my dirty hole next time." So what do you say sugar? How about tonight?"

"No Tim, and please don't call me again."

If I hadn't seen Tim fucking Trish with my own eyes that call would have told me all I needed to know about Trish being unfaithful. Whenever we had anal sex Trish always referred to her ass as her 'dirty hole'. It was always "fuck my dirty hole" or "cum in my dirty hole" or "I want you in my dirty hole tonight." Tim knowing that would have been all the proof I would have needed.

He called again on Friday.

"Hi sugar."

"I told you not to call me again."

"I know sugar, but I know that you really didn't mean it. You loved what we did and I know you are going to want to do it again. I'll just keep calling until you say yes."

"Fuck you, you bastard!" and she hung up on him.

True to his word he called back on Monday, Wednesday and both times Trish hung up on him as soon as he said, "Hi sugar."

I really wanted to go find Tim and rip him a new asshole, but if I did that Trish would know that I knew about what she'd done and I didn't want that. I really believed that I could handle it if it was only a one time thing and that Trish never knew that I knew. If she knew that I knew that night would achieve the status of "elephant in the room that we all tried to ignore but couldn't." But I desperately needed to know that it was only a one time thing and the only way I could find that out was to continue to watch, listen and hope.

Tim called regular as clock work on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and most of the time Trish would hang up immediately when she heard the sound of his voice. The few times that she didn't hang up she asked him please not to call her and his answer was always the same.

"You know you want it sugar and I'll keep calling until you say yes."

Two weeks went by and then the recorder hidden in the kitchen had something for me. The voices were faint, but got louder and then I heard

"...don't even know why I let you in the door."

"Sure you do sweetie" Maggie said, "You're my best friend and you can't stay mad at me."

"Some best friend you are. Setting me up so that asshole Tim could fuck me."

"Oh give me a break Trish. I thought you wanted it. Tim wasn't pushing your head down on his cock when you were sucking him off in the parking lot. He never put a hand on your head either time I saw you. How was I supposed to know that you didn't know what you were doing. And I didn't set you up for Tim to fuck you. Tim told me that you told him that you would fuck him if he could find a safer place than the parking lot. He couldn't come and get you so he asked me to. From everything I saw that night I thought you wanted it. Add to that you were fucking him before you got married so I figured that you knew what you were getting into. It wasn't my fault Trisha; I was just doing what I thought you wanted."

"Well I didn't want it and now the asshole won't leave me alone."

"What do you mean he won't leave you alone?"

"What I mean Maggs is that he calls me two or three times a week trying to get me to meet him. He even caught me at Wal-Mart last Saturday and tried to get me to go out to his van with him. I keep saying no and hanging up on him, but he won't leave me alone. If he keeps it up sooner or later something is going to tip off Rob that something happened and then Rob will go after it like a dog after a bone until he knows everything. I can't have that Maggs; I just can't have that."

"I didn't know Tim was doing that. Don't sweat it any more sweetie, I'll take care of it."

"You will? How can you do that?"

"I know where some skeletons are in Tim's closet and I'll just drop a hint that some of them just might see the light of day if he doesn't back off."

The rest of the tape was just the two of them catching up on gossip and Maggie asking Trish if she were up to a girl's night out. Trish said she was and I didn't really know how I felt about that. A girl's night out with the woman who had led Trish to Tim like a lamb led to the slaughter?

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Whatever dirt that Maggie had on Tim must have been potent because the phone calls to Trish stopped. For the next two weeks there was nothing on the recorders except normal stuff. Well, maybe not completely normal. The kitchen recorder and the phone tap had a lot of Trish and Maggie gossiping. I found out lots of stuff that I really didn't need to know. Things like Estelle Byrns was cheating on her husband with Billy Martin and everyone thought that Estelle's last two kids were Billy's and not her husbands. I found out that Ralph Evers had picked up a social disease somewhere and had given it to his wife and when she found out she had fractured his skull with a cast iron frying pan. Christy Peters went off to an exclusive boarding school because it was supposed be the best prep school for what she was going to take in college, but "everyone knew" that Christy had been sent out of town because she was pregnant and wouldn't be back home until after she had delivered. Bob Thomas had until Friday to pay up his back taxes or the IRS was going to seize his business.

I stopped checking the tapes daily and only checked them once or twice a week. Trish and Maggie got in the habit of going out for their girls night out on Wednesdays and Trish almost always wanted to make love when she got home and no, she hadn't been laid while she was out. I knew what sloppy seconds felt like since I did her after Tim did her at the party and she never felt like that.

I got to where I only checked the recorders to make sure that the tapes hadn't run out. We had dodged the bullet; our marriage was going to survive.

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I listened to the tape from the bedroom recorder with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh God yes you bastard, fuck me, fuck me hard. Pound my pussy! Harder damn you, harder. Cum in me you bastard, fill me, push it deep in me."

I had just returned from a four day business trip, the first one that I'd been on since moving back and I was checking the tapes out of habit. The phone tap had given me a pretty good idea of what I was going to find on the bedroom recorder.

"He's gone for four days and three nights and the kids are spending the night at my mom's."

"What time do you want me there?"

"Half an hour ago."

"On the way sugar."

On the tape Trish screamed out. "I'm cumming, fuck me harder, I'm cumming" and then several sharp little cries that I'd never heard before. Heavy breathing and then:

"God but you are such a slut."

"I know baby, but that's what you like about me isn't it?"

"No it isn't. What I love about fucking you is that you are another man's wife. I love fucking married sluts."

"Well you aren't done fucking this slut yet. I want you to do my dirty hole now."

"If you want that you had better get down there and wake Tim junior up."

"I can do that baby. I love the way your cock tastes with my juices on it."

"If you love it so much why won't you let me have your pussy on Wednesday nights? Why do you only let me have your ass?"

"Because Rob isn't stupid. If he fucks me right after you he would know that he wasn't the first one there. He never does my dirty hole unless I ask him to so he will never know that you have played there."

"Just don't fuck him after you've been with me."

"Can't say no to him lover. He is my hubby and he does have certain rights."

The sounds of sucking followed by, "Oh yeah baby, push it deep. Fuck my dirty hole lover, fuck my dirty hole hard."

The tape ran out before they finished, but Tim fucked her four times that I heard and it was obvious that he was spending the night.

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I was parked behind Tim's car when he got off work. I let him reach the door before I got out of my car and walked up to him. He turned and saw me and the look that came over his face told me that he knew what I had planned for him. He tried to back up but I was too close. I hit him and blood flew out of his nose. His hands went up to his face and I kneed him in the nuts and when he doubled over I grabbed him, spun him around and then slammed his face into the hood of his car several times and watched the blood and teeth fly out of his mouth and then I spun him back around. I kneed him twice more and then let him fall to the ground. And then I started kicking him. The entire time I was yelling:

"Like to fuck married women huh? Get your kicks fucking married sluts do you? How do you like these kicks you rotten motherfucker?"

I must have gotten seven or eight kicks into his crotch and ribs before I was pulled off of him. I tried to pull loose, but three guys were holding me. As the rage started to bleed out of me I saw that I had drawn a crowd and then some one clapped and soon everyone was clapping and yelling things like "Way to go" and "About time some one did that." One of the guys holding me said:

"I don't know why the asshole hit you buddy, but you did a hell of a job defending yourself."

Some one had called the cops and when they showed up one of the guys who had pulled me off of Tim said:

"I saw the whole thing officer. This guy walked up to Tim and started to say something and Tim hit him for no reason. This guy just defended himself."

Tim must not have had any friends there that day because two more people stepped up and said the same thing. The cop taking the report looked at me and I said:

"I found out that the asshole was fucking my wife and I came down her to tell him to stay away from her and before I could say anything he swung at me and I fought back."

While all that was going on the paramedics showed up, loaded Tim on a stretcher, put him in the ambulance and hauled him away.

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Trish had dinner ready when I got home. I didn't say anything to Trish; I just sat down and ate. I talked with the kids about how there day went and after dinner I helped the two youngest with their homework. That done I went down to my basement workshop to putter around until bedtime.

When I walked into the bedroom I found Trish in my favorite black lace nightgown. Normally I would have started stripping my clothes off with a huge smile on my face, but this time all I did was take my wallet out of my pocket, take a twenty out of it and hand it to Trish.




Tricia's Dirty Hole



"What's this for?"

"You need to hit a flower shop and order some flowers."

"Why? What for?"

"So you can send them to Tim at the hospital. I hear he has a broken jaw, nine missing teeth, two broken ribs, a couple of cracked ones and they are thinking they may have to remove his testicles because they got stomped pretty bad."

When I said that Trisha's face lost some of its color and she said, "Why would I want to send Tim flowers?"

"I thought he meant something to you."

"Why on Earth would you think something like that?"

"Oh I don't know; maybe this gave me the idea" and I took the cassette recorder out of my top dresser drawer and pushed in the play button.

"What time do you want me there?"

"Half an hour ago."

"On the way sugar."

"There are some pretty good parts about your "dirty hole" toward the end of the tape." I tossed the recorder to her and said, "Here, you can have this one. I've got plenty of copies."

I took my PJs out of the dresser and headed for the spare bedroom. When I got to the bedroom door I turned and said:

"You'll notice I didn't grab my pillow. That's because the dirt bag probably used it when he spent the night. Or was it nights? I'll use the spare bedroom tonight and look for an apartment tomorrow." I gave her a look that should have killed her and then I turned and left the room.

She was up and had the coffee made when I got down to the kitchen in the morning. As I poured myself a cup she said:

"Before you go any farther with this apartment nonsense we need to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about Trisha. You stabbed me in the back, you got caught, and we are history. Nothing to talk about! The end!"

"Bullshit Rob. You can't just toss sixteen years of a good marriage into the trash can because I had a little fun."

"In the first place Trisha I didn't toss anything into the trash - you did! All I'm doing is refusing to reach into that trash can and pull the marriage back out. You can't possibly have known me for as long as you have and believe that I would just accept what you did if you got caught. You should have known that there was no way in hell that I was going to say, "Well okay Trish; just don't let it happen again. No way that life was going to continue on as usual. You had to know that."

"It is still a good marriage Rob, okay, so I did play around with Tim, but have I been any less of a wife to you? I've been a loving wife and I've shown it ever day. I love you and you know it! Tim was never a danger to you. He was a toy. He was just someone who could do something for me that I liked."

"And what was that?"

"It's a woman thing Rob and you wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"It would just make things worse Rob."

"Trisha, right now is as bad as it can possibly get. Nothing you can say can possibly make it any worse."

"You are a man Rob and men have fragile egos when it comes to some things; especially when it comes to things involving sex."

"We are worried about egos now? Like I'm not already wondering why I couldn't keep my wife to myself? Like I'm not already wondering why I seem to have failed to do my best to take care of your sexual needs? How can you trash me more than you already have?"

"You have never failed to take care of my needs Rob, not ever. I love the way you make love to me. Tim just happened to be able to give me something that you couldn't; not that you wouldn't have if you were able, but you don't have what Tim does Rob. It is all about cock size and you had no control over that. You have what you have and there is no way you can change that and even if you could I wouldn't want you to. Just like Tim's cock can do things for me that you can't, you do things to me that Tim couldn't even come close to. My problem is that I wanted both and I thought that I could have both. As long as I kept Tim hidden away from you I could have my cake and eat it too."

"Cock size huh?"

"Yes Rob, cock size. We have never been kinky with each other so we never measured your cock or even talked about it. I would guess that you are about six inches."

"Six and three quarters. There isn't a man alive that hasn't checked himself out at one time or another."

"Well Tim is nine inches long. I never measured him either, but he always brought it up like he was proud of it. That extra length meant that he was able to touch me in places you couldn't and one of those places just happened to be a place that if touched drove me out of my mind. His cock curved upward like a banana and it had a slight bend to the left - all things that put him at that special place. But length wasn't all of it Rob. His cock was skinny like a hot dog. It was absolutely perfect for fucking my dirty hole. You know how much I like anal sex, but you always hesitate to do me there because you know your fat cock hurts me when we first start. The pain goes away after a bit, but you don't even like hurting me for that short period of time and I love you for feeling that way about me. Tim's hot dog sized cock slides right into my dirty hole nice and easy and he likes my dirty hole. I think he likes my dirty hole even more than my pussy. That's why I saw Tim. Not because I didn't love you or the way you loved me, but because I got something from him that I could not physically get from you. Like I said Rob, I wanted both. What I did with Tim in no way diminishes what I feel for you. I've been a good wife to you Rob and nothing that Tim and I did has changed that."

"Maybe not in your mind Trisha, but in my mind you betrayed me; you stabbed me in the back. You trashed me Trisha. Let me try to put this on a simple level, a level you might be able to understand. Ignore that it is chauvinistic sounding, but I need to make a point here. I earned the right to your love Trisha. I bought it. I paid for it. I've worked my ass off to give you a good life; to provide for you and give you the things you wanted. I earned the right to your body. Did Tim do anything to earn what you gave him?

"On another level, who waited on you hand and foot and took care of you and pampered you when you broke your ankle skiing? Was it me or was it Tim? Who was with you holding your hand and trying to comfort you when you went through the birth of our children? Was it me or was it Tim? When your brother died who held you while you sobbed and cried and who did his best to help you get by it? Was it me or was it Tim? Who scrimped and saved up the money to take you to Cabo San Lucas for two weeks? You enjoyed it so much that all you have talked about for years now is going back there again. But who got you there Trisha? Was it me or was it Tim?

"Speaking of that vacation I can use it to draw a parallel. Do you remember how I got the money to take you to Cabo? Remember the glass jar that sat on the end of the dresser that I put all the change I had in my pocket in at the end of the day? When it was full we took it to the bank and put it into a separate savings account for vacations only, remember that? I worked for the money that I dropped in that jar. What you did was the same as letting Tim walk into our bedroom and help himself to a handful of that change. My change. Money that I had earned. Actually it was much worse that just letting Tim take a handful of what I had worked for. What you did was pick up the jar and hold it out to him and say:

"Here, help yourself."

"The sad thing is that I almost let you get away with it."

"If you could almost do it why can't you do it now?"

"Because I convinced myself that if it was only a one time mistake I could live with it. But it isn't a one time thing and that makes all the difference in the world."

"I don't understand."

"I saw you and Tim in that store room the night of the party. The two of you forgot to lock the door you were in such a hurry to get it on. I knew you were stoned out of your mind and probably didn't realize what you were doing and I loved you enough that I believed that I could put it behind me if it was only a one time thing. But I had to know that it was one time only and the only way I could do that was to spy on you. I hid voice activated tape recorders in the house and I was almost at the point where I was going to turn them off, but then I went on my trip and you brought that asshole into my house and then welcomed him to join you on my bed. If you hadn't of brought him home with you I would have never known. But you did bring him home and the bedroom tape recorder caught it all, including the part about you fucking him every Wednesday night on your so called girl's night out."

I finished my coffee and stood up.

"Where are you going Rob? We have to work this out."

"In case you have forgotten Trisha, I do have a job I have to go to. And I need to find a good attorney and an apartment."

When I got to the door I stopped and turned back to Trisha. "There is one thing I'd like to know. I know you fucked Tim almost nightly for almost two months during one of our break ups, but did you keep seeing him after we got back together?"

"Of course not! Why would you even think something like that?" 

I could see from her face and tell from the tone of her voice that she was lying.

"Guess I'll have to have DNA tests done on Chris since he was born before we moved. Probably wouldn't hurt to check the others since God and you alone know who might have taken Tim's place after we moved."

She reacted as if I had slapped her face.

"That was cold and cruel Rob."

"You earned it Trisha."

I left the house and went to work.

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I called around and got some recommendations on attorneys and called one of them and made an appointment and then I took the afternoon off and checked out some apartments. I found a nice two bedroom and signed a six month lease and then I went home and started to pack. Trisha came into the room and watched me for a minute and then said:

"You are really going to do it?"

"Yep! Found me an apartment and I can move in tomorrow."

"You aren't even going to try to save our marriage?"

"I can't stand to look at you Trisha. Just hearing the sound of your voice reminds me of what you did and that turns my stomach."

"I'm not giving up Rob. I'll fight you if you try to divorce me. I love you and I know you love me. I won't let you go."

"Wrong Trisha. I loved you - past tense - and now I can't stand the sight of you. You won't fight me, at least not if you know what's good for you. As it stands right now my plan is to let you keep the house until the kids start college and then it will be sold and we will split what we get out of it. I'll pay whatever the court orders in the way of child support and I will ask for shared custody. I don't want the kids to suffer any more than is necessary for your unfaithfulness, but fight me and the first thing I will do is sit the kids down and tell them in detail why we are getting the divorce and then I will play the tape for them."

"You hate me that much?"

"I'm working on it. Also, the courts in this state allow children over thirteen to express a preference as to which parent they would like to live with. That mans Chris and Bobby will get to chose. Megan still has two years to go before she can choose, but you want to bet which way Chris and Bobby will go? Especially after listening to you and Tim on tape? I believe that they need to be with their mother as long as I'm allowed to be a strong presence in their lives, but if you fight me get ready to see me be Attila the Hun pursuing a scorched earth policy.

"Fighting the divorce gets you nothing. You can not get me to stay and try to make it work with you. Get it fixed firmly in your head Trisha; it doesn't matter what you want because I want absolutely nothing to do with you anymore. You are a cheap piece of trash as far as I am concerned and the very sight of you disgusts me."

Trisha didn't fight the divorce and it became final yesterday.



Tricia's Hot Weekend Pt. 01



It had been weeks since Tricia had last seen her boyfriend Tom. Those long separations were the hardest while Tricia was at college and Tom had moved back home to finish his own degree. Every time Tom visits is a special day, so when Tom said he would be coming for the long weekend, Tricia began to plan a romantic weekend at her parent's summer house on the lake. Tricia was very sexy with curves in all the right places, generous breasts and a great ass while Tom himself was tall and with a well defined and endowed body.

As Tricia's plans for the day were finally set, she decided to relax in the warm hot tub overlooking the lake. She went inside and up to her room finding her hot pink string bikini from Victoria's Secret, slipping out of her clothes and tying on her bottoms and top. A quick check in the mirror, slight adjustment to her top, and back out to the warm hot tub. She slid one leg into the warm water and settled herself with her back to a jet of water. Her stress melting away as the warm jets of water massaged her back. She glided across the water, looking out into the lake resting her arms on the edge of the hot tub. A warm jet of water was massaging the inside of her leg while naughty thoughts of Tom slipped into her mind. She began to unconsciously rub her breast through her bikini as she thought of Tom and the amazing sex they always had after long absences.

She checked the time; still another half hour till Tom arrived and settled back in front of the jet of water now directly hitting her clit. Pleasure began to spread through her body as she rubbed her breasts even more now. After a few minutes of wonderful pleasure she looked around quickly for any onlookers, stood up and undid the strings to her bikini letting her breasts swing free and exposing her shaved pussy; she then looked around once more before she settled in front of the jet again. Now massaging her breasts and squeezing her tits as the water pounded against her clit she felt her pleasure rising with each minute. Faintly she heard the arrival of a car but it was deafened by the climax rising throughout her body as she shuddered in ecstasy. 

"Now that's what I like to see!" a voice from behind her said. She quickly turned around fearing her neighbors or parents had arrived to see her little show, but instead saw Tom in his khaki shorts and black cutoff shirt on, a very large and noticeable bulge in his shorts. She leapt across the hot tub and coyly said, "How long were you standing there?" "Long enough to tell you need a really good fuck right now," He said as he removed his shirt and slid down his shorts, freeing his thick 10 inch cock. Tricia loved Tom's cock; it always filled her pussy and mouth to the brink.

Tom got up and sat on the edge of the hot tub with his feet in the water as Tricia settled herself between his legs taking his monster cock in her hand. With one long lick she slid her tongue around his balls and slowly up his cock until she was circling the tip. With her hand on his balls and base of his cock she plunged her mouth down on his rod, filling her eager mouth. Tom slid Tricia two feet over until she felt the warm water of another jet hit her directly on her pussy, moaning deeply as she continued sucking on his cock taking more and more of him in. She took it out of her slick mouth and rubbed it with her hand as she took one of his balls in his mouth and rolled it around with her tongue, lightly sucking on it. Tom's hand reached down to rub Tricia's breasts as she let go of his balls and began to take him in her mouth again. She felt another orgasm surging through her body as she plunged her mouth down, deep throating his 10 inch cock and rolling her tongue around. Her orgasm was massive as her vocal cords screamed with Tom's cock deep in her throat.

Relinquishing his slick cock from her throat she looked up to him, fueled with desire. Tom slide into the water and now put Tricia on the edge of the hot tub. He began kissing her all down her body, slowly building her anticipation until he was sheer inches away from her clit. He plunged his tongue deep into her wet folds, licking every inch of her. He connected with her clit and Tricia's hand reached for his he to keep him there. Out from the water he hands suddenly connected with her tits as waves of pleasure began to assault the senses. The scene was deliciously naughty to her. She was spread for the entire world to see on the side of a hot tub as her boyfriend licked her clit and thrusted his fingers deep into her body.

The fact that anyone could see her in this way turned her on more as she began to openly moan. She felt she was getting close again to her orgasm but she wanted his cock deep inside her, it had been too long. She pulled him towards her feeling his hard cock brush against her clit. He coated his cock with her juices and looked her deeply in the eye as he slid his cock deep into her tight hole. "Oh fucckk!" she cried out. He began sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her, building her orgasm to a head. He slowed his pace and pulled out of her, flipped her over and bent her over the side of the hot tub. His cock rammed back into her aching hole as he fucked her with all his might. "Oh god Tom, I'm gonna fucking cum!" "That's it Tricia! Fucking cum all over my hard cock!!" Her senses pounding with the sheer control he has on her body pushed her to the brink. "Ohhh fuckk yeah, I'm cuummmingg!!"as she felt her pussy clamp down on his huge cock as her biggest orgasm ripped through her body, screaming into the afternoon.

He slid his hard cock out of her and brought it to her face, her eager mouth waiting for his warm seed. Playing with his balls and moving her hand with her mouth she felt him close to his orgasm and took him deep in her throat again sending him over the edge. Warm spurts of cum sprayed the back of her mouth as she continued to suck and milk hard on his cock for every drop of cum, wildly swirling her tongue around the tip. She opened her mouth for him as she rolled his cum around her mouth before she swallowed it all in one gulp. Tricia sat down on his now softening cock in the hot tub. "That was amazing baby!" he said. 

She looked him coyly in the eye and said, "the weekend isn't over yet..."



Tricia's New Job



"Tricia, could you come in my office for a minute?" It's the boss calling and it can only mean one thing--you're working late again tonight. You push yourself out of your chair and walk into his office. 

"Yes, Mr. Jones?" You watch his eyes as they move from your legs to your hips, pause at your breasts and then continue up to meet your eyes. He always does that when he talks to you and always calls you into his office so he can do it. A simple phone call won't do. 

"I'm leaving for LA in the morning to do the presentation for the home office..." "No shit," you think after all I bought the tickets "...and I'm going to need your help getting it done tonight." 

"Yes sir," you answer, disappointment obvious in your voice. You'd planned a romantic evening alone with the husband. You'd even worn your best Victoria Secret set under your suit to put you in the mood. Knowing you we're dressed sexy underneath while the outside world saw nothing but your prim and proper business suit always put you in the mood. By the time you got home you were ready for fun and games. The husband usually played it a little safe for your tastes but you always enjoyed it. 

"I'm really sorry Tricia, I know it's the third time this week but I promise to make it up to you. Work something out, a few days off, maybe a little extra in the next paycheck," he answers sensing your disappointment. "Ok, go give your husband a call and lets get to work. The sooner we can get this done the sooner we can both get home to our families." 

You go back to your desk, hang your jacket on the back of the chair and prepare for another late night of charts, PowerPoint slides, spreadsheets and leering glances. You don't mind the glances so much, in fact they kind of excite you. He's decent looking, nice enough and after 16 years of marriage knowing that another man finds you attractive is a bit of a thrill, an affirmation that you still have what it takes. You've even played it up a bit with him, flirted a little, worn something lower cut or tighter then usual just to see if he notices. You think for a minute, then a smile crosses your face and you unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse. You're in the mood, dressed to kill and he's going to be staring at you anyway why not give him something to stare at, something he can take home and fantasize about when he's fucking that bitch wife of his. You call your husband and explain you'll be late once again. 

"Don't worry baby, I'll just blow out the candles and put the wine back in the fridge. Good thing I hadn't started the steaks--then I'd be upset," he laughs.

"I promise this is the last time for awhile. I'll make it up to you honey!" you tell him realizing you're starting to sound like the boss. "I shouldn't be home to late, keep the wine chilled," you lie knowing you'll be lucky if you're home before 1:00. The boss is a terrible procrastinator. Even though you've stayed late twice this week he won't be any further along with the presentation then he was last time. You swear he surfs porn all day and then keeps you late just so he can stare at your tits when no ones around. Well fuck him, tonight you'd give him something to stare at. 

"Tricia, could you print out the Q4 financials and bring them in? I need some help comparing them with the current quarter." 

"Happy to boss," you answer unconvincingly. You print the files, apply a fresh coat of lipstick, strut into his office, and drop them on his desk. He glances up at you and then looks back at his work. 

"Thanks Tricia." 

A glance and "Thanks Tricia?" That's it? Where's the leer, the slow slide up your body, the pause on the tits? You decide to give him a little of what he's asking for and he ignores you? It's going to be a long, frustrating night. 

The work moves along faster then you anticipated probably because he's really working and not wasting his time staring at you. He keeps you busy with a constant parade of trips in and out of his office but you're lucky if he even acknowledges you. 

"I think we're done Tricia!" you hear him call. Great it's only 8:30, you'll be home by 9:00, have a glass of wine, work out some your frustrations. "Could you come in here though. There's one last thing I need to talk to you about." You walk into his office for what seems like the hundredth time that night. "Grab a seat, I'll just be a minute." Getting a reaction from him has become a personal challenge and knowing it's your last opportunity you hike up your skirt as you sit down, showing a little more thigh, and discreetly undue one more button on your blouse. Your breasts are practically falling out of your shirt, your white, lace bra peeking out through the gap. He keeps his head down absorbed in his work ignoring you. "God dammit," you think, "If you're going to keep me late at least pay some attention to me!" 

You wait for a few minutes and then clear your throat, "Excuse me, sir can we get started? I'm really ready to head home. It's been a long week." 

"Hmmm, what? oh ya lets get started, sorry Tricia." He glances up at you for a second then goes back to his work. You're surprised and a little hurt. Maybe you've misjudged him, over reacted and saw something that wasn't there. Maybe he is just trying to get the work done. This presentation must really have him rattled. Embarrassed, you reach up to button your blouse just as he pushes his chair away from his desk and stands up. You immediately put you hands back in your lap leaving your blouse gaping. He pauses to pick up a paper and moves to the front of the desk. As soon as he rounds the corner you notice the bulge in his pants. You try to hide your surprise. If that's all dick it's the biggest one you've ever seen. You start to smile as it occurs to you that you might had had a bigger impact on him then you thought. He stands in front of the desk, resting his butt on the edge, his arms folded across his chest. The bulge in his pants more prominent then ever and you're having a hard time ignoring it. You feel a little turned on knowing the effect you've had, imaging just for a moment what it would be like to have that cock inside you. The smile returns to your lips. He clears his throat getting your attention and breaking your little fantasy.

"Know what this is Tricia?" he asks, gesturing with the paper in his hand. "No sir." "It's your job description Tricia. It's a list of the requirements and responsibilities for the job you have." you swallow hard wondering where this is going "And you know what Tricia, no where in this document does it list 'cock tease' as one of your responsibilities." 

"What!? I'm sorry, what did you say?" You ask shocked, not able to believe what you heard. 

"I said your job responsibilities doesn't include being a cock tease Tricia. I'm thinking of letting you go so you can find a job that's better suited for that particular talent. You're obviously very good at it. Practice a lot Tricia?" It takes a moment for what he just said to make sense. 

"What?? You're threatening to fire me? I don't think you can do that. I work hard Mr. Jones. And I'm good at what I do. I've always done what you've expected of me." 

"Oh I can fire you and I will. Sexual harassment is illegal and I feel that's what's happening. I've noticed the flirtatious behavior, the teasing smiles, the provocative clothing. I mean look at you now Tricia, I can see down your blouse from here, you're skirts so hiked up I can see the tops of your stockings, what am I suppose to think? I feel harassed. I've already discussed this with HR and after tonight's behavior I think letting you go is the best course of action." 

"What???" You can't believe what you're hearing. The guy that undresses you with his eyes every time you walk into the room is going to fire you for sexual harassment? Your cheeks flush with anger and then the realization of what he said sets in. He's already talked with HR, if you suddenly pipe up with the same accusation it's just going to sound vindictive. No one will believe you. "I...I'm sorry, Mr. Jones," you stammer, "I was just in a mood and upset that I had to stay late again I didn't mean anything by it. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I thought you'd enjoy it." Suddenly you're scared. What's going to happen when you come home fired from your job for sexual harassment? What's your husband going to say? He'll be crushed, suspicious that you worked the late nights just to throw yourself at the boss. The fear deepens. Lose your job and your family on the same day! God, this couldn't be happening. It was just a stupid prank, you can't get fired over joke, can you? "Please don't fire me Mr. Jones," you plead, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. It'll never happen again, I promise." 

"I don't know Tricia. I just don't think I can keep you in your current position after what's happened. I'm sorry." 

"Please, please don't. I swear I'll never do anything like this again. Please just let me stay." You plead. 

"There is one thing I maybe able to do. There's an opening for a new position that I think you're qualified for. Better pay actually, involves some travel and late nights, and I know how you feel about late nights, but it's the best I can do." The feeling of panic starts to subside. A new position. Sure there's the time away and the late nights but it's better then the alternative and it even pays better. You relax, the fear starting to ebb. 

"Thank you Mr. Jones. Thank you so much! I'm so sorry." 

"Of course you will have to re-interview for the position." 

"Of course sir." 

"But you're the only person I'm currently considering so I'm sure you'll do fine." 

"Oh," you answer surprised "So I'll still be working for you?" 

"Yes, in fact we'll be working closer then ever," he answers, crossing the room. The relaxed smile that had started to form on your lips turns to a frown as he moves to the side of your chair stopping just inches away, his bulging cock almost brushing your check. 

You swallow hard, "May I ask what the job is sir?" 

"Of course Tricia, I'm offering you a position as my slut." 

For the second time that night you can't believe what you've heard. "Your what?! Your...your fucking what?!" 

"My 'fucking' slut Tricia," he answers calmly. "It's your choice. Let me fuck you or spend the rest of your working days trying to explain why you lost this job." 

"I don't understand. I...I...mean I guess I do but I can't believe it. You're blackmailing me for sex?" 

"Blackmail? Not at all I'm just offering you a new position. One you seem uniquely qualified to fill. You're a beautiful, sexy, woman Tricia, exactly what I want for a playmate. It's either accept the position or leave...and I will press charges." You wish you'd kept the blouse buttoned, the jacket on. Hadn't played his game. Uncomfortable you try to adjust your skirt, attempting to cover more of your thighs. He stands over you, looking down your blouse. 

You try one more desperate attempt to free yourself. "I can't believe this! I'll tell your wife! I know who she's is. I'll call her and tell her what you're doing!" 

"Go ahead" he laughs. "She'd love to hear your stories and compare them to ones she'll hear from me! See, she already knows Tricia. She even offered to come tonight and take pictures of me using you but I convinced her it would be better to wait. So go ahead give her a call I'll even dial the number!" he has you trapped. You have no one to turn to, no one to stop him. You have no choice, accept the new position, let him use you as his personal plaything, or lose everything you've worked so hard to achieve; your job, your career, your family.He has you caught in a trap you created.

He looks down at you, a glint of lust in his eyes. "Nice tits Tricia! I can't wait to get my cock between those! Now let's begin the interview shall we. I think we'll start with the oral portion," he smiles "Now stand up!" You stand slowly not sure what to expect but knowing you have no choice. You want to just walk away but can't. He grabs you around the waist and pulls you tight. You feel his cock pressing against you. His other hand reaches up behind your head pushing it forward, pressing your lips against his. Your mouth yields to his tongue. The kiss is long, passionate, thrilling. You can't believe it as you feel yourself press into him, wanting him to hold you tighter. He slowly pulls his lips away, stares into your eyes. "I think I've found the right person for the job now get down on your knees bitch!" You hesitate not expecting his tone. "I said get down on your knees slut," he commands, pushing you to you knees. He grabs the back of your head by the hair and tilts it up. "When I say get down on your knees bitch I expect you to do it! Understand?" he asks looking down at you. 

"Yes," is all you can say. Still holding onto your hair he uses his other hand to unzip his pants and pulls out the biggest cock you've seen outside of the porno movie your husband tried to get you to watch. He slaps it against your face a few times then rubs the head across your lips.

"Lick my cock slut!" You do as he asks, running your tongue over his shaft. Licking it up and down, coating it with your saliva. "So you like to suck cock baby? You're acting like you want a cock in your mouth. Let's find out." He pulls your head forward forcing his dick in your mouth. He uses your hair to work your mouth back and forth over his cock. You realize that he's using you, practically raping you but you can't help yourself. You don't understand. You're confused. You're turned on. Actually more sexually excited then you've been in your life. The animal passion of it, the feeling of total submission, the power and control of this man. You begin to yearn for more You want to feel his cock in your pussy. His tongue on your clit. His fingers tugging at your nipples. You can't wait to submit to him, let him take you, use you, treat you like his whore. 

"Like getting your face fucked bitch?" You nod your head, unable to speak with his cock filling your mouth. "Good, cause I'm gonna be fucking these sweet lips a lot!" He pulls his rod from your mouth and steps back, stroking it slowly. "Sit down in the chair." You stand up, move to the chair, and sit down. "Spread your legs." You do as he says, your skirt riding up on your thighs, your white panties the only barrier between his lust and your growing passion. "Move your panties. I want to see the cunt I'm gonna be fucking!" He watches, working his cock with his hand as you pull your panties aside, exposing your smooth pussy. "Oh, nice wax job Tricia! Wouldn't have thought you were the smooth cunt kinda girl. I was gonna make you wax it for me. Thanks for being prepared. I can always count on you to be prepared! Now finger that fuck hole for me bitch." You slide a finger into your wet cunt wishing it was him. He watches for a while, playing with himself while you play with your cunt. You close your eyes, pleasing yourself with your fingers, yearning for his cock. 

"I'm gonna have fun fucking you Tricia and something tells me you're going to enjoy you're new position as much as I am. I've been thinking about this moment since you dropped your resume on my desk." he says, snapping you out of your fantasy. "Just a cheap slut that can't wait to be used by a big cock! Now, show me your tits bitch. I want to see those nice fucking tits!" Reluctantly you pull your fingers from yourself and start to unbutton your blouse. He walks toward you still stroking his cock. You finish undoing the buttons exposing your ample bust. "Mmmm, I like what I see." he says as he pauses beside you. He grabs you by the hair again forcing his cock back into your mouth. "Suck it slut. Come on, work it bitch." You suck his rod frantically, eager to please him, eager to be a good whore. As you work his cock with your mouth he reaches down and pulls one of your tits from its cup. 

"I love tits Tricia. Love playing with them, sucking them, fucking them!" he pauses for a second, "Bet you've thought about being a whore before haven't you? Submitting to a big cock. Letting a man use you, begging him to pound that slick pussy with his dick! So you gonna beg me to fuck you slut? Are you going to beg me to slide my dick in your sweet cunt? Are you gonna beg me to treat you like a whore? Hmmm, are you?" You're to focused on his dick to respond. He pulls your mouth off his cock "I said are you going to beg me to treat you like a whore, you bitch? Now answer me slut!" 

"Yes." 

"Yes what, cunt?" 

"Yes, I'm going to beg you to treat me like a whore..." and then you add "...like the whore I am." 

"That's better bitch! I'm glad we agree on what you are!" he says forcing his dick back in your mouth. He uses your mouth for a while and then pulls out. "Now go bend over the desk Tricia, it's time I fucked my slut."

With the words 'fuck my slut' a sudden wave of conscience overcomes you. What are you saying? What are you doing? You're a married woman and you're saying you want to be his whore! This is insane, you have to stop him, not let this game go any further. Yes you've sucked his cock but you have to draw the line somewhere. It's simply wrong! "I won't do it," you answer with a new sense of conviction. "Do what ever you want. Fire me. I don't care. I can't let you do this to me." 

"I'm not asking bitch, I'll do whatever I want!" He pulls you up by the hair and pushes you over to the desk. "Bend over slut. I'm gonna fuck you!" You hesitate, as much as you crave to feel him inside you know it's wrong. You can't let him violate you this way. Once you submit to him you'll never be able to say no. He pushes you forward "God dammit slut! I'm gonna fuck you whether you want me to or not and you know you want me to." He's right,

of course, you do. You want to feel his cock violating you, let him use you, but you continue to resist. 

"No, I won't let you! Let me go," you protest, trying to struggle free of his grip. He grabs your hair, pulling it tighter as he rips your panties aside and probes you with his hand. 

"You're wet baby! Go ahead say you don't want that pussy fucked I know you're lying! You can't wait to feel a real dick, can you slut?" He pulls out his fingers and you feel the head of his cock push against you. Suddenly he thrusts his hips forward forcing his entire member into you. You let out a gasp and the struggle stops. He pistons in and out of your pussy, fucking his new slut. He leans over you. You feel his hot breath on your neck. "You feel so good baby! I'm loving your sweet pussy. You're beautiful baby, my beautiful whore!" he whispers into your ear. He has you, you've submitted to him. Now you're his slut to use as he pleases. You feel yourself starting to cum as you let go and embrace your new role as this mans whore.

For r.



Tricia's Night Out



Jack lay in bed, listening to the time go by. 

A large clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, the minutes, the hours. He'd gone to bed at 11. It was now nearly 2.

Tricia wasn't home yet. He couldn't sleep until she returned.

She was 66, he was pushing 70, still as crazy about his sexy wife now as when they married so many decades ago, raising children, having grandchildren. Tricia was a model for what older women aspire to. With her natural chestnut brown hair and flashing green eyes, she was drop-dead gorgeous still, tall and lean and shapely, a lifelong devotee of exercise and keeping her shape. She had the requisite wrinkles of a woman her age, but much less so than other women in that range, with slight puckers of crow's feet around her brilliant eyes and perfect mouth that held bright white teeth.

He knew men found her attractive, welcomed it even as it frightened her. He wasn't that secure about himself, a tad overweight and not able to perform as readily as in years past. That's what haunted him the most. He well remembered what it was like to be younger, to will a soft cock to hard life almost just by thought. 

Now. Now was different. Now he feared Tricia, with a very high sex drive for a gal her age, would look elsewhere for contentment.

She'd gone out on the town with her girlfriends, a not uncommon occurrence, one Jack took in stride. But when she'd come home late...that's when his imagination ran wild.

Crunching sounds in the driveway. She was home. The garage door lifted, she pulled inside, it closed. He waited. Long minutes passed until she came up the stairs, humming happily. He heard her go to the 'fridge, pour herself one last glass of wine. He wondered how many she'd had before. He wondered how it affected her judgement, her desire, her willingness.

She came up stairs, slowly, still humming. It was dark, with just enough light from the hallway windows to silhouette her beautiful form. She wore a dark skirt, no nylons. Her legs were long, strong, supple. His dick stirred.

"Did...did you have a good time?" he heard himself ask weakly. "It's late. I was worried."

She said nothing, but he saw those white teeth flash in a smile as she walked in, putting her drink on the headboard of the king-sized bed. He sniffed. She smelled of liquor, and seemed a bit uneasy on her feet.

She stripped down, naked, her big, brown bush coming into view as she stood next to his side of the bed to disrobe, then walk slowly to her side, her large boobs bouncing, flashing white in the dimness, offsetting the deep tan of the rest of her luscious body. His dick stirred all the more.

"Yes," she sighed, slipping under the covers and draping one thigh, strong and silky, over his lap. She felt his dick stiffen under it.

"A very...very good time," she said, slipping that thigh down a bit, her knee nuzzling his bloated balls, working her hand into his boxer openings to tickle his dick. "A very good time."

"Oh, God, Tricia, no, no, no!" he lamented, turning his head to face her, gasping as she gripped his dick harder, squeezing.

He was fully erect. He'd have trouble getting that hard in recent years, but Tricia never failed on certain occasions to get him there. On nights like tonight. On nights of her adventures.

She smiled, leaning to his face, gently breathing on him. He inhaled.

"Smell that," she laughed gently. "Can you smell...him on me? Can you smell...cock, my darling?"

"No, please ...Tricia, no..." he begged,his cock throbbing in her small, strong hand as it moved up and down. "Please..."

"He was a young one, but you know that, they're all young ones, and you know that, too," she continued, carefully stroking his dick, playing off his body movements, slowing as needed, speeding up when the time was right, punctuating her words with her hand. "And big...god, he was soooo big..."

The clock's ticking echoed louder in Jack's brain as she continued.

"He'd been watching me, I could feel it, from the bar while the girls and I sat in a booth," she said. "It was getting late, they started leaving, one by one. Then, you know, it was just me. In the booth. Alone. He kept staring at me, this young one, smiling. Oh, Jack he was so handsome, so cute, dark hair, big smile, athlete's build."

"What...what did you do?" Jack said breathlessly, trying not to imagine what he knew she would say.

"Well, I nodded, smiled," she said, stroking, stroking, stroking, her fingers getting slick with his precum. "I nodded, smiled...he came over. With a Jack Daniels, I believe it was, and a chardonnay. For me. He'd noticed what I'd been drinking. Such a thoughtful young man."

Her hand twisted on his cock now, moving in a different rhythm, moving him closer.

"We chatted," she said. "His name was William, not Bill he said, but William. William. Such a strong name for a strong young buck! Anyway, we chatted, he was in town on business, the youngest in his sales team, 23 I believe he said. We chatted..."

"And...?" Jack groaned.

"Well, I was a little tipsy, and I spilled a bit of my wine on him, on his, his lap, you see, his lap," Tricia said in a lower, more sultry tone now, still stroking her husband, her knee pushing harder into his balls. "So I took my napkin and brushed him off. Imagine my surprise when I felt...well, I felt what I have in my hand now, Jack. Only bigger. Longer. Thicker."

"Fuck, Tricia, no, please, you didn't, please, please," Jack moaned, out of equal parts pleasure and humiliation.

"Yes, Jack," she sighed. "Bigger and longer and thicker. A real man, for a boy, really, a boy with a real man's cock. Unlike, I'm sad to say, you!"

He cried now, tears in his eyes, trickling down his cheeks. This wasn't unusual for them, for her, for him. ON her nights out. Her hand quickened on his cock.

"We kissed, you know, there in the dark, as I, as I cleaned his pants, as I brushed off my wine, as I did it harder and harder, we kissed, and my God, could William kiss, so romantically, so wonderfully," she snarled directly into Jack's ear, her body aflame as she felt his tremble and shiver. "He is a very, very good kisser, Jack, a romantic kisser. And of course, that made him grow. I could feel it through his pants, it just kept getting bigger and harder..."

"Dammit, Tricia, dammit!" he cried, wanting to push her hand away, jump from bed, run away and hide from this most recent shame.

"It was dark, you know, you know that bar, dark and where we were off in a corner, so isolated...so easy to...to do things...in the dark, no one seeing us!" she giggled. "So I unzipped him. I took out his cock. His huge cock. I could barely get my fingers around it, it was so big!"

Jack moaned, feeling his nuts swell. Tricia felt it, too and slowed her pumping, bringing him to the edge, torturing him.

"So big...just soooo damned big," she growled, biting his earlobe, pushing hard into his balls with that insistent, smooth knee. "I wanted him, I wanted to make him, you know, cum right there, but William was a gentleman and then he slipped his hand under my skirt, his fingers under my panties. And he played with me, Jack, he didn't at all seem to mind how, you know, hairy I am down there. In fact he commented on it, he moaned as he kissed me, he moaned how sexy it is that older women don't shave! Can you imagine? This is a young man who, I suspect, has had SO many young girls who do shave, but here he is moaning into my mouth about MY hairy pussy! He was trembling, Jack, he seemed to love it so!"

"Tricia...don't..please stop...I can't..."

"You can and you WILL, Jack, you WILL!" she growled, thumping that knee to his balls, making him cry out in pain as she stroked his dick. "You will because...you married me for it! You love my sense of, well, adventure, you know you do! Look at you, look at your pathetic, small cock, it's so fucking hard now as I tell you this! It's always hard when I tell you this! I should stop now, you're so disgusting!"

And she did, pulling her hand away, Jack's eyes going wide at the interruption, his hips thrusting into empty air. She laughed, leaving her knee on his balls, pumping them slowly, making his dick drip precum onto his fat belly.

"He made me cum, you know Jack, he made me cum, William did, with those long, amazingly talented fingers," she hissed into his ear. "He had three in me, three fingers in my hairy old cunt, and that thumb, my GOD, that thumb, he used it on my clit to make me cum! He made me cum, Jack, like you have NEVER. MADE. ME. CUM!"

Jack almost did at the force of her words and the pressure of her knee that she modulated like a handjob, pushing his balls, which pushed up at his cock. He groaned through his cries.

"And after that, Jack, after he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, can you imagine, he licked his delicious fingers clean of me, after that, I leaned over and blew him," she said calmly. "That's right, Jack, I sucked his cock. Right there in the bar. I took that huge young cock into my mouth and sucked him, the way I could never suck you, not that disgusting little weenie of yours! It filled my mouth, Jack, I stroked it up into my mouth, I could barely get the head in, but I did, and then worked it down, down, taking half, more, in my mouth. He was fucking choking me, Jack, that enormous, thick piece of meat was choking me! I stroked and sucked harder, Jack, I was cupping his beautiful hairless young balls with my other hand, and was stroking his dick into my mouth! God, Jack, it was so good, so fucking good!"

Tricia growled now, thrusting a hand into her lushly vegetated pussy, soaking wet, fingering herself, bringing herself close as she continued to pump that knee to his balls, his wet dick bobbing in the air with frantic thrusts.

"Then...then he...his balls, oh fuck, Jack, oh fuck, those balls...I could feel them get bigger, I could feel them pulsate in my hand...that cock, it got bigger and thicker in my mouth, fuck, fuck!" she cried out, bringing herself to orgasm. "And it shot, Jack, it shot out these...oh fuck, oh fuck, these ropes of cum, it was so much, so much!!"

It was too much for Jack. His dick, untouched by Tricia's hand, his balls flattened under her pressing knee, shot. He came with a low, guttural moan, thick jets of cum not nearly as forceful as they would have been 30 years ago, but hot, steady, pooling on his trembling belly as Tricia watched, eyes flashing white in the dark, teeth bared in a snarling smile.

"SO MUCH CUM!" she screamed. "I couldn't swallow it all..it filled my mouth, Jack, and I pulled off and he shot more, more cum, onto my face, my neck, so much...cummmmmmm..."

Her orgasm abated, as did Jack's. Both lay still in the dark, panting. She finally pulled her knee from his emptied balls and sat up, over them.

"Then, Jack, this wonderful young man, William, William, you know what he did, Jack?" she cooed, bending to put her mouth near his wilting cock and cooling cum. "He. Fucking. KISSED ME! Can you imagine, Jack, this beautiful, thoughtful young man, kissed me with cum in my mouth, on my face, my neck! He shared, Jack, something you never did, he shared his load with me, he slurped it from my face, he licked it off my neck, and he kissed me! Not a peck, Jack, like you've attempted, no, not that, but a full kiss, hubby dear, with cum in my mouth! HIS cum. Oh, God, Jack it was beautiful, so beautiful!"

She bent lower, slurping some of Jack's cum into her mouth, holding it open to show him as she sat up and back, leaning to his face.

"Ki...m..." she snarled and descended on him.

Jack couldn't move, he froze, as Tricia planted her cum-smeared lips on his, parting them, shooting the cummy load into her mouth, his eyes open, fixed on hers, his shocked, terrorized, hers heavy lidded, lustful, in control. He tasted it, blanched at the flavor, but swallowed, feeling Tricia's cum-slick tongue push inside his mouth, forcing it down his throat. She kissed him deeply and wetly, grinding her pussy into his hip and thigh, cumming again as she did.

"Smell my breath, Jack," she cooed, breaking the kiss, washing her scent over him. "Smell cock. Cum. William's. And yours..."

Playfully, she grabbed his dick, which was softening, stroking it hard, using her other hand to cruise the palm over the head, making him shriek in post-orgasmic tortured agony. The supersensitive head was on fire and he writhed in sweet pain under her hand as she now drew her nails up the shaft, cupping them around the tip, slowly stroking that sensitive head and making his body shake.

"Take it, take it, bitch, take it," she snarled, stroking him harder, making the pain increase, pain that soon numbed under the constant abuse as he felt his dick stiffen again as she jerked him. "Take it..."

She swung herself over him, sitting up, fisting his cock to her hairy cunt and sheathing the spongy tip to her hole, pushing down. She felt him enter her, get harder. She leaned over him, laughing, lapping the cum from his lips and pushing it into his mouth.

"Now fuck me, Jack, fuck your wife, fuck me like the cuckold you are!" she hissed, pinching his face in her hand as she rippled her beautiful old ass on him, taking him balls deep in her pussy. "Or else..."

"Or else what!" he cried out, meeting her pumping hips with his own.

"Or else," she giggled, stopping for a moment to glare down at him. "Or else one of these nights, I'll make all these nasty fantasies of mine CUM TRUE!"

"You wouldn't dare!" he said, laughing now as reality snapped into place. "You wouldn't dare, Tricia, you really wouldn't!"

"Don't test me, boy," she giggled, descending on his mouth, kissing him as they resumed their romantic fucking. "There are a LOT of real Williams out there, Jack. A LOT of them!"

As he fucked his wife, he wondered if she could. If she would. If she really wanted to. And the sexy uncertainty made him love her all the more...



Tricia's Summer Project



Tricia had a gift. She referred to it as "the Touch" and wasn't entirely sure when she realized she had it, and what it was, but gradually over the years she'd learned how to use it. The way it worked was simple. With any person she met for the first time there was—if there was any sort of connection—a moment when the person let his, or her (though it was usually a man), guard down for the first time, when the first feelings of trust entered the interaction. She could feel this moment, see it in his eyes, often even cause it to happen by catching him look at her chest and give him a smile to let him know it was okay, even welcome, and in that moment of acceptance he'd relax and open himself to her, and that's when, if she desired, Tricia touched him. The longer the touch, the more she could learn, however, so she'd begun offering to read the lines in people's hands. Truth was, she couldn't see anything in a person's hands, but in touching them she saw everything. And so it was with Alex. 

In his early twenties, the airplane window on one side, Tricia on the other, the aisle seat empty, he'd wondered why she'd chosen to sit next to him instead of leaving the seat empty between him. It couldn't have anything to do with him, could it? This was the question Tricia felt him asking himself. As soon as she'd touched him, she'd felt no resistance as her mind entered his—unusual—and she'd tested this by asking a question designed to cause resistance. To her surprise, he'd offered none, his eyes losing focus and falling, as she desired, to her chest. Repeated the question. 

"You've never been with a woman?"

"Never." 

"Are you embarrassed to admit that? 

"A bit, maybe."

What was interesting to Tricia was she could feel him trying to be embarrassed, a desire she easily eliminated. Alex responded by leaning toward her, tucking his head against the seat back. His eyes went glassy. The plane hit a patch of turbulence, but he seemed to not notice the bump. Tricia pressed her index finger deep into his palm, and that's when she found what she'd been seeking. 

In the years since she'd perfected her gift, she had, of course, come in contact with her share of gender "flexible" individuals, as she put it. She loved her femme-boys, her sissies, and truly thought of them as hers. Though she never saw them again, she held a special place for them in her heart. And this had become a problem. She wanted one for her own. And finally, she'd found a candidate. Alex's nature came to her in a flash: a perfect little pinup doll, obsessed with makeup and one woman, Tricia. Big hair, huge boobs and a tiny, soft clitty between her legs as a reminder of who he'd been and the gift she'd bestowed upon him. All of it wrapped up in a desire to please her, all of it contingent on her wanting him that way.

Whether this qualified as "seeing his soul" was a question she couldn't answer. Sometimes what she saw was encouraging, that of a person totally at peace and happy with who he was, but more often than not she found a person needing a little help, sometimes (like Alex) needing a lot of help. If she desired, she could provide that help by erasing the blocks to him being who he truly was. Usually the changes were simply mental, but the mind-body connection was intense and when the mind changed, the body often followed—especially when the changes desired were physical. Sometimes, in the mild cases, the help she provided was easy enough, not that different from wiping clean a chalkboard, but in other cases it took longer. 

Tricia knew she had a great deal of power in these moments, and she'd always exercised it with caution, not imposing her own desires on the person, even as she wished she could. For this was Tricia's own desire, to remake a man, to find one who would truly allow her to enter his psyche and reshape him mentally, and physically, into her perfect submissive partner. Someone like Alex.

"Hey, listen to me, seriously," Tricia's index finger moved to his wrist and he looked her in the eyes. True, her objective beauty was part of why he'd consented to letting her read his palm, plus it was a way of killing some time on the flight to Minneapolis where both of them lived, but the other part of it was a general trustworthiness — it seemed to start with her smile which had a kindness he couldn't quite put his finger on. "It's really okay, honestly I think it's kind of sweet."

"Yeah, that's what I always here, but at my age, to have not done it yet? My friends tell me I need to stop telling women beforehand..." Alex stopped himself, realizing what he'd just said. Foot in mouth. 

"So," she asked, "you were thinking about me as a potential...first?"

Finally, she felt some resistance. Weak, but there, which was good, she liked a challenge. The ding and light to fasten seatbelts gave Alex a temporary reprieve from this question. He had to hand it to her, she was very direct. The significance of her curves being the real reason he so rarely looked in her direction, afraid he'd be unable to not gawk—he wished she hadn't requested a blanket as it was now covering more of her than he liked, although that was probably for the best; he'd watched her walk onto the plane and nearly died with each step, figuring the chances of being assigned a seat next to her were somewhere next to zero, yet here they were. Was that a sign? Was the universe cutting him some slack? The heck with it.

"How could I not?"

For the first time since they'd started talking her smile broke into genuine surprise. She felt his sincerity, the statement totally unfiltered from his true desires. 

"That was a sweet thing to say."

It was? Alex thought it incredibly forward which was not his way of approaching women, or life for that matter. He blushed. Again.

"Listen, your friends as silly. Men pick up bad habits because they only think with one "thing" that have to be unlearned. You are in the fortunate position of being a potential excellent student."

Those bad habits, she explained, were primarily an inability to see beyond her boobs and to focus on their own pleasure. Alex plainly had trouble not staring at her boobs but that could have its benefit, and it's not like she hadn't noticed his nicely lean frame—his waist would conform nicely to a corset. She liked his eyes, too, with the right makeup they'd be lovely. The rest of him needed some work, there was a reason why he'd failed to find any serious relationships. The ten-dollar haircut and glasses that hadn't been popular since the 1980s would have to go. The blushing when confronted with an attractive woman, that he likely couldn't help—but she found it rather endearing. A few other comments led her to believe he didn't have much family around; basically he'd thrown himself into college and work for a consulting business that was entirely online and left the rest unexplored. And then there were the dreams he had most nights, often in the haze of waking, where he was a gorgeous, ripe, big-boobed slut getting ravished over and over by—Tricia felt herself get a little warm, almost intimidated by the potential. 

Well. Everyone needs a summer project, she decided, and Alex would be hers.

For the next several minutes, she emphasized—okay maybe exaggerating a little so he would realize pleasing her was no easy task—her frustration with some of her past partners. And as she spoke, as she laid out what she deemed "a little proposal," she offered some of her blanket so within a minute they were safely covered. No one sat across the aisle and the seat belt sign assured them no one should come wandering by so she let her hand rest on the inside of his thigh. He was struggling, she could see it on his face, but also too polite and nervous to do what so many men would do—grab her hand and push it onto his cock—and for this she rewarded him by doing so. She couldn't be sure, but as expected he felt small, definitely below average, and this pleased her for it would make her task easier. Touching him here, allowed her the most direct access to his psyche and she used it to eliminate the final layers of resistance. She tried to resist the urge to offer any suggestions, she wanted to see what he would do on his own, but inserted one idea—that as much as he'd desire release, he'd not be able to achieve it until seeing her again. 

And then she made the pitch. Her proposal, she explained, was this: she'd help him to understand women and if he did as she asked he'd never again be nervous around them, "And if you do that, I guarantee you'll have all the pussy you want."

His eyes widened at the word, not just the promise, but the way she'd put it. Had he ever heard a woman use the word "pussy" before? He didn't think so. For a brief second it occurred to Alex he was way, way over his head but she kept smiling, and her palm kept rubbing him and he simply didn't care. He also felt the need to admit not only was he a virgin but aside from similar bits of fun to what was presently taking place he'd never gone much further, never seen a woman naked (okay, one not on the Internet or in a movie) and was perpetually stuck in The Friend Zone, as his male friends put it. 

Alex was getting close to a climax and unsure what to do about this given the situation, but also not wanting her to stop, when the captain's voice broke through announcing their imminent landing. Flight attendants scurried past and she withdrew her hand, apologizing, saying she hoped he wasn't going to be uncomfortable, knowing he would be, he lied and said he would be fine, phone numbers were exchanged, the landing gear dropped and they quickly became part of the flurry of passengers elbowing their way up the aisle and pawing through the overhead bins. 

Outside the gate, they found each other again, Tricia stifling a smile at the damp penny-sized circle to the left of his zipper; it tempted her to invite him to come home with her but she wanted to do this right. Off the plane, the possibility of what lay ahead became more real, this and admitting that she found herself not just curious but genuinely liking him only made what came next a little hard for her if necessary, she had some planning ahead of her. 

"Here's what I'd like to do. I'm going to call you. Okay? That's how our society teaches us to act. The girl's supposed to wait for the guy to call and since you're learning about what it's like on the other side of things, that's what we'll do, okay?"

"Okay." His eyes said it wasn't.

"What's wrong?"

He hated to ask the question. "You're not messing with me are you?"

Again, she hit him with the same smile that left him blabbering on the plane then reached up, slipped a hand behind his head and kissed him with great purpose, pushing his lips open with hers, penetrating his mouth with her tongue, then pulling away. Before he knew what had happened she was gone.

She waited a week to call, doing so one of the harder things she'd had to do in awhile. As much as she wanted to see him again, she also needed to make sure he could do as instructed; it would also give him plenty of time to think things over. Understandably, he was a little quiet on the phone at first, trying to not act too excited she'd called, trying to convince himself he should be upset about her for waiting. She responded to all of this directly, saying it was so he'd understand what it was like. He understood. 

"To show you I'm not messing with you, I'd like you to come over."

"To your house?"

"No, silly, to Adventureland."

"Right."

He was on time to the minute, as she expected he would be. She greeted him at the door in a robe that did a poor job of disguising her curves, not as he expected she would be.

"I have a question." She remained in the doorway letting him look. "On the plane, did you say you'd never seen a woman naked?"

"Yes." Alex wasn't embarrassed anymore. It was true. And the way she said it, he knew she didn't think it was strange. She took his hand, pulled him inside, led him to the bedroom and told him to undress in front of her, also a first while she turned down the lights. When he had done as told, she sat him on the bed, undid her robe and let it fall open, trying not to laugh at the way he looked at her. Hard as it was to comprehend, there was a time when she'd felt shy about her body and every now and then the old insecurities surfaced but the way he looked at her was both hot and, frankly, a little funny, somewhat cartoonish in how his eyes bulged out. Holding him by the shoulders, she pulled him to her, allowing him to kiss and explore; predictably he started with her breasts, but soon she pushed his head between them and down, telling him to kiss her belly and pressing his hands against thighs whose strength was poorly masked by their softness. 

"You like that?"

Alex made a cute whimpering moan that sounded like a yes. She pushed his head back, "Tell me."

"I love it."

"You love what?"

"Your softness, your strength...everything." He was bordering on incoherence so she pushed his head back down and watched with a little surprise as his eyes closed and he worked his way across her upper thigh to her hip; it was as if he was drunk off her, and watching the way he reacted as his hands roamed her body, and maybe this was why she forgot this was his first time and forgot her initial promise to herself to go slow with him and why he found himself pinned to the bed, her belly against his cock, his face lost in her cleavage while she slipped a pillow under his head and moved forward to lower her pussy to his waiting lips. She loved holding him between her thighs, the hell with going slow. The whole point was she dictated what happened. She knew what she wanted next and that it would help him be the lover she needed. First, though, she wanted to cum, so she pumped her hips against his tongue until sooner than expected she came with a shout, feeling her wetness dampen her thighs and his face. 

Rolling off him, he asked if he'd done okay and she smiled and told him he'd done wonderfully, kissing him deeply, tasting herself as she pressed her tongue deep into his mouth.

He was wondering what might be next as he move to her dresser and open a drawer and tell him to put the pillow under his hips. In doing so the zip of what sounded like vinyl or a strap of some sort being tightened causing him to look up and what he saw surprised him so much he didn't know how to react. Tricia was crawling stepping into two large looping straps that she pulled up over her hips, but what caused his heart to palpitate was from between her legs swung a curved and smooth jet black dildo about six inches long. 

And then the soft warmth of her body was upon him, her fingers intertwined with his, her breath against his neck as she told him to relax that it would feel good and he'd promised, after all, to do as ask and that he wanted to learn what it felt like and he couldn't really know until she was inside him. The heat coming from his cock complicated things and she made the quick executive decision to take him inside of her first. She reached between his legs and pushed his erection between her thighs, pulling her own "cock" forward and sitting down upon him, burying the shaft in her down to his balls in one quick motion. 

"Holy...oh my God," said Alex. Not exactly Shakespeare, she liked it anyway.

"Not yet, honey."

"Oh...oh...kay?" Alex didn't know how to describe what he was feeling but he could feel her grinding against his pubic bone the same way she'd pumped herself against his tongue; she was using his body exactly as she wished which, deep down, was something he'd always desired. As he admitted this to himself Tricia began pumping harder, this time emitting a series of quiet pants until stopping and holding herself quite still. 

Alex's hand gripped her hips and pushed deeper into her, he'd helped her cum twice in this, his first time, which is pretty good right? Time for his own—

And then Tricia rose up, freeing his slick cock to fall hard and pulsing against his stomach. He was about to ask if he could cum when her lips again found his. The kiss silenced him and she whispered for him to relax.

"Lay back," she ordered.

From the bed stand she retrieved a small jar from which she scooped a dollop of white lotion, straddled him and began stroking his cock with the lotion. It felt cool, and didn't seem to warm to his or her skin. 

"It's amazing what you can find online," she said. 

Alex's cock stayed erect — or was it? It felt hard, yet felt as if it was shrinking in her hand. He couldn't quite see it, it wasn't long enough to poke out from the top of her fist, but then she began massaging it into his balls and—was it...smaller?

"What's—"

She cut him off. "If we don't want you thinking with it, it's best if we get it out of the way, don't you agree?" 

Alex wasn't sure if he did, but her hand felt so good—each stroke milking just a little more resistance from him and his his shrinking cock. Tricia pulled Alex's head up so she could watch.

"Don't feel bad. It's better this way. Relax and let the lotion do its job...there we go...almost there... Perfect."

His balls had shrunk into two soft mounds—Tricia knew in panties they'd look like pussy lips—and his cock was now no longer than her pinky finger, with a soft, diminished head. 

"Princess-sized. The perfect sissy clitty," pronounced Tricia. 

If the web site was to be believed, he'd still be able to get hard, but to a maximum height of three inches, if that. 

"Please—why—I don't understand?!?"

"Are you sure you don't?" Tricia moved so his clit nudged her own, felt it stiffen, and barely slip inside her, then slip out. 

"Holy...oh my God," said Alex. Not exactly Shakespeare, she liked it anyway.

"Don't come, honey, okay?"

"Oh...oh...kay? But why?"

"We can't leave you with something you could ever confuse with being appealing to a woman, at least not to one who wanted a good fucking. A woman's g-spot is usually about four inches inside her, so you're well short of ever reaching her there. You'd just frustrate her."

"Oh no..."

"Sssh. It's okay, sweetie. This will be much, much better for you. Won't it?"

"I—"

"Won't it?" Tricia's thighs tightened around him and he got the message.

"Yes. Yes it will be better for me."

Alex didn't know how to describe what he was feeling but she was using his body exactly as she wished which, deep down, was something he'd always desired. As he admitted this to himself Tricia began rubbing harder, rubbing her clit against his erect by diminished cock that wasn't a cock anymore, this time emitting a series of quiet pants until stopping and holding herself quite still. 

Alex's hand gripped her hips and tried to push inside her, failing again. With this touch, she revealed to him what she'd seen in him before, in his dreams, in his mind, watched him arch his back and grasp his chest in search of the breasts he desired. Something almost imperceptible changed in his body language, his motions becoming softer, more feminine in their motion and she left him on the bed, and moved to her dresser where she opened a drawer and tossed him a pair of pink panties and pink thigh high stockings. From her closet, she found a pair of pink heels that were a little tight but would fit.

"Put them all on and get on your knees."

He did so without resistance. Hearing the zip of what sounded like vinyl or a strap of some sort being tightened causing him to look up and what he saw surprised him so much he didn't know how to react. Tricia was stepping into two looping straps that she pulled up over her hips, but what caused his heart to palpitate was from between her legs swung a curved and smooth dildo about six inches long and so realistic for a moment he thought it was the real thing. It was so distracting he didn't notice two more had been added to the nightstand, one of about eight inches, another so large he was frightened to guess as its size. 




Tricia's Summer Project



Before he could react further, the warmth of her body was upon him, her fingers intertwined with his, her breath against his neck as she told him to relax, that it would feel good and he'd promised, after all, to do as asked and he'd said he wanted to learn. 

He was about to ask if he could cum when she pulled his head to the side and her lips found his. The kiss silenced him and she whispered for him to relax then pushed his head down into the pillow so his ass rose in invitation, telling him to hold them there. With these words she slid a lubricated finger inside him which loosened and relaxed quicker than expected, quickly adding a second, pumping it in and out as he felt a pressure building as if he was going to somehow cum inside his body, warm ripples passing through his abdomen and down to his toes which, she noticed, were tightly curled up around the straps of the heels. Right at the point he didn't think he could take it anymore, she removed her fingers and replaced them with the slick head of the dildo, which she rubbed against his opening. 

"Exhale," she said and as he did he relaxed and the head popped inside. For a couple seconds it stung, and then it didn't and then it felt amazing. Was that wrong? 

Tricia read his thoughts. "It's okay. You're doing great. And now you've got your first cock in your pussy. Congratulations." 

Tricia could feel him giving himself to her, with each thrust a little resistance melted away as he learned to accept it inside her. Eventually she withdrew, letting him collapse into the sheets while she removed the dildo from the harness, and gathered the other two from the bed stand. As he lay motionless, she worked the eight inch one inside him, again he resisted, then pushed back hard against her. This one was longer and thicker and she watched him stretch and buck against it until, as with the first, he'd taken its entire length.

In a matter-of-fact assessment, she told him she'd never seen someone take so much cock the first time. Alex whimpered in response. Writhed a little. Reached back with both hands to pull at his soft cheeks. The site of his hands rubbing his round, and rather cute, butt was almost too much for Tricia.

"More?"

He whimpered a "Yes."

Onto the harness went the largest one. Heavy and much too thick for her to get her fingers all the way around, she told him she called this one the "Slut-maker."

"You'll be tender after, but wake up aching for it. They all do."

Like the slut he was becoming, Alex pushed his ass up in the air even higher and she slid the head inside—he cried out. The thing was truly huge. She'd intended to relax him with a little teasing and not put too much in him, and was about to pull the head out to let him catch his breath but he arched his back, burying the full length of the shaft inside him and grinding the base of the dildo in the harness against her clit and she lost control, pushing into him as deep as she could, the weight of her body on top of him and she came quick and hard, her already wet thighs getting so slick she wondered if it might be coating the shaft of the cock as she drove it into him, not stopping, and he moaned in response and began a deep gutteral moan that turned into something primal and his legs began to shake as they bucked against one another, an intense spasm of pleasure passed through the core of his body. Still she didn't stop and Alex was surprised and almost a little frightened to feel it happening again, then again, each time causing him to moan in a way he had no control over, he'd never felt more vulnerable and was powerless to do anything but let her take him. 

Finally sated, Tricia slowed down, wrapping him in her arms and kissing him while he lay still underneath her. She kissed his closed eyes noticing a little wetness around one of the lids and again she told him he'd done great and she knew the first time was intense. He opened his eyes.

"Does this mean I'm...?"

"It means you're learning what feels good and you're open."

Alex had no response to this other than that he didn't care what he was, he just knew he wanted more.

"I guess the real question is what do you think you are?"

Alex surprised her by kissing her hard, then moving to her ear where he whispered that he was her slut. After another long kiss, Tricia slowly extricated herself and lay beside him. Instinctively, he rolled against her and wrapped an arm across her waist. Between them, on the sheets, she could see a clear wetness the size of a small dinner plate—she'd unintentionally milked him, rubbing his prostate so his seminal fluid leaked out of his diminished penis without the full sensation and release of orgasm. The effect sometimes was to make him more desperate to cum, but also more difficult as most of what constituted cum was seminal fluid so his tank was effectively close to empty. She'd read about milking men when keeping them in chastity, it provided them with some release while also keeping them in need and focused on behaving as desired. If done long enough, a week or two, or three, a man who was then allowed to cum would cum hard, shooting a substance thicker and whiter than normal. But that was with a man, to let a sissy cum like that seemed like a silly idea.

For Alex's part, he was feeling a little tender but also a little silly and he giggled for no good reason other than the endorphin rush. The laugh and watching him kiss her, his mouth only inches from the dildo she'd just used on him, reminded her of her ultimate goals for Alex, the thought of which caused her thighs to dampen again. 

"I was going to wait to teach you this, but I don't want to."

"Teach me what?" Then he saw her other hand grasping the shaft of her dildo and pointing it toward his mouth. He eyed it uncertainly. She placed one hand around her cock, the other on the back of his head. Almost every woman she knew had, at some point, had her head pushed down onto a man's cock and Alex might as well understand what that was like. He opened his mouth and within seconds she'd pumped the head inside him causing his eyes to water and for him to gag, the sound of which made her push her clit against the base of the dildo. The head was impossibly thick and his eyes filled with desperation as she whispered to herself as much as Alex, telling him to suck that cock, and that he was going to make such a pretty bitch before cumming again, and so hard she laughed a little at herself. 

She put him on his back, legs up around his shoulders and spread wide. It was a highly submissive position not to mention more than a little slutty and she told him so as the cock slid inside him, stretching him further, and more easily this time, and as she did so she began rubbing a thumb on his tiny boy-clit until it was plump and stiff, her hand stroking in time with her pumping of his ass until finally she allowed him to cum—a thin white line puddling in his navel. She ran a finger through the cum and placed it on his tongue, repeating this until he was clean and only then did she withdraw. His eyes had a faraway look to them and she held him to her chest as they both fell asleep.

Alex woke up with his head resting against a breast and for a moment didn't know where he was then it came back to him, aided in no small part by some parts of his anatomy feeling a little worked over. A wave of shyness washed over him, looking up to see Tricia awake and smiling at him it dissipated somewhat but not entirely. Again, she read his thoughts and without saying anything she wrapped her arms around him and rolled on top of him, her body giving him immediate amnesia as to whatever it was that had made him shy, then he felt himself stiffen, such as it was.

"So tiny down there. I can barely feel you."

"I'm sorry..."

"No, it's the way I want it. It suits you. Doesn't it?"

It did. From somewhere south of her cleavage, Alex announced that he'd like to stay right where he was and not go anywhere.

"Ever?"

"Yes. Cancel everything. Tell the post office to stop delivering mail. I'll be here until further notice."

"We can't do that."

"I know. Jobs, life, blah blah blah."

"Actually I meant because we have to get up and go shopping."

Alex was showered and dressed in ten minutes flat. 

They were almost ready to go except Alex hadn't brought a change of clothes, but the ones he'd worn weren't in bad shape so he wasn't going to worry about it until Tricia mentioned it.

"Sorry, is that gross?"

"Not at all, but clean clothes feel good after a shower, underwear at least. I can loan you some?"

"Umm..."

"Don't be silly, hold on, I'm sure I have something in your size." She rummaged through a drawer, lying and telling him she had some panties from when she was a little smaller, pulling out the pair of white bikini size sevens she'd bought the day before for this very reason, quickly pulling off the tag before Alex noticed.

Alex flushed and again she kissed him, and with her free hand helped him step into the panties. They were a stretchy nylon that drew a nice outline around what remained of his genitals. 

"Hold on. Let's add this." From yet another drawer she pulled a long, slim plug about an inch wide with a flared base, it only took Alex a second to realize its use. Without being told he bent over the bed. Tenderly, she pulled down his panties, generously coated the plug with lubricant and slid it in but when she let go he couldn't keep it in place.

"Looks like my cute little girl's all stretched out."

Alex gasped at the words and she saw his clit poke against his panties. 

A second plug, this one two inches wide at its widest fit snugly without any problem, after she pulled his panties up it was invisible. She kissed him again and he pulled on his jeans. She was both amazed and pleased by the ease with which he'd accepted her requests.

In the driveway, she put his leg on his thigh, "Let's chat for a second."

"Yeah, that would be a good idea."

With the occasional neighbor driving by on their way to work, Tricia explained to Alex that he'd done wonderfully so far but she wanted to be absolutely clear and to make sure he was as excited about it as she was and there was something she really wanted: for him to live with her, for one month, as a woman.

"We can start now, or whenever you're comfortable."

"But how...?"

"You can still work because your job only requires you to be online and not go into an office, right?"

This was true.

"And you'd like to learn what this is all about, yes?"

"I think so. Yes."

"Well, what I want is to transform you into the hottest, most outrageous male fantasy I can come up with." She watched him flush again, both of them knowing this was what he desired.

"Male...?"

"Yes, the stereotype, you know? Big hair, big boobs impossibly tiny waist, round butt. Barbie doesn't have much of a butt so we'll do better than her. Wear heels all the time. Lots of cleavage, heavy makeup and jewelry."

"I'd look ridiculous."

"You won't, I know a thing or two about makeup, among other things."

"Yes you do."

"It would be a gift and you're the first person I've met who seems brave enough to consider it." Tricia knew she was laying it on a little thick, but she meant it. 

"I can't believe I'm saying this but — okay."

Tricia told him that was excellent, but it meant she had to make a quick call and verify an appointment.

"Where are we going?"

"Let's just say I was banking on you saying yes and planned accordingly."

Salon X's sign was as plain as one could imagine—white letters on a black background and unlike every other store in the shopping center, it had windows so heavily tinted no passersby could see inside, but once inside Alex saw nothing but shades of pink like a typical lingerie store, but with relatively little stock. It looked like what it was, a front for something else. That something else lay beyond a wide, dimly lit portal through the rear wall, though which they passed. 

At the front desk, Tricia spoke to a young woman with straight black hair and an apparent addiction to eye makeup and breasts large enough to rest on her desk and next to the fashion magazine she was reading. Alex couldn't hear the conversation but the woman's demeanor went from blandly professional to a level of excitement Alex found worrisome. She spoke into an intercom and from the back emerged a woman not much smaller than Tricia in a loose-fitting gray outfit and spiky blue hair and who with business-like efficiency told the disappointed receptionist that no, she could not come and watch a Full Service treatment, introduced herself as Diane and said Alex and Tricia should follow her. 

Alex soon found himself seated then laying upon a massage table sipping warm tea that had a much more soothing effect than seemed normal with the result that he soon began taking instructions without any question. The two women helped him out of his clothes, Diane complimenting him on his panties but saying they needed to go to and with Tricia watching she sifted a little white powder on his legs then dipped a flat wooden spatula into a large vat of hot wax.

"Uh oh," said Alex.

"No one said being a woman's easy." Diane smiled in a way that made Alex think she might be enjoying this a bit too much.

What followed was thirty fairly uncomfortable minutes, at the end of which Alex looked pink and utterly smooth; she'd not commented on his diminished cock, and had Tricia help wax his "boi pussy" as they called it after removing, then replacing, the plug. 

"So she'll still have to shave and wax?" asked Tricia.

"Yes, but this should last a couple weeks, at a minimum, maybe as long as four."

"Oh good."

Dimly, Alex was aware things were moving quite fast, but he wasn't sure how to feel about it because he was too busy being first slipped into his panties and a waist cincher which Diane advised as preferable so they could leave it fairly loose so he could get used to it while they worked, later tightening it as necessary. 

Alex placed one hand over his cock—naked in front of Tricia was one thing but in nothing but this was getting to be a bit much.

Diane laughed and apologized for forgetting but instead of handing him his clothes, stood him up, and from a drawer in the massage table removed what looked like a thong matching his light skin tone and in the same businesslike manner with which she'd removed all of his body hair she told him to step into it, removed the plug and grasped his cock, tucking it neatly into a space in the thong shaped to fit the shaft and pulled the soft skin-like material of the panties snug and only then did he realize that not only did he look completely flat, he now appeared to have a completely realistic and highly detail set of rather plump lips between his legs. His panties covered the lines where the thong touched his skin and through its sheer material no one would doubt what they saw. He looked at Tricia who smiled innocently.

"I told you you'd have all the pussy you want."

"All better?" asked Diane.

Alex was rendered quite speechless so they sat him down and went to work, the tea still had him quite relaxed but a sharp pop of pain momentarily brought Alex back to reality as they pierced his ears with two four-inch gold hoops. His navel received a silver hoop from which dangled a thin one-inch chain clipped to a tiny, red heart pendant. With what Diane described as dissolvable ink, on his lower back she added a large tribal tattoo with a thin black line that disappeared between his cheeks. 

Periodically, they paused to massage a thick cream into his skin that helped calm his tender skin and almost instantly made it softer than it had ever been. The waxing of his eyebrows caught his attention, as did a tiny needle going into both his bottom and top lips which almost instantly felt as if they'd been stung by something, plumper. 

Tricia, who now sat in a chair to let Diane work, smiled throughout the entire process—her expression and the sight of her nipples pressing through her blouse told him how she thought things were going. Depending on where she looked, she either saw a man or a woman. His face, shaved smooth, but otherwise untouched was decidedly male although his features weren't particularly heavy, makeup coming soon enough. His hands were a bit big but his fingers long and thin and the nails were almost too sexy for her to stand. Then there was his pussy, staring right at her. The rest of him looked male, if soft and smoother than most. 

"So what do you do about the adam's apple? Scarf?"

"Where is my head today? You can use a scarf but we like these." She clipped a thick lace black choker around his neck, Alex feeling something metallic pressing against his larynx. 

"Say something."

"What should—" he stopped, his voice had risen an octave or two with a raspy, breathy edge to it. "What...?" He touched his neck.

"Oh that's fun," said Tricia.

"There's a little knob in the back you can turn to adjust it as appropriate." To demonstrate, she turned it several clicks until Alex's voice sounded squeaky and a little ditzy. Both of the women laughed and Diane adjusted it downward a few clicks.

"Did you want us to help with makeup?" 

"No, I can do the rest myself."

"Great, I'll leave the two of you alone. I think we showed you where everything was before. Take as much time as you need, we don't need the room for another couple of hours."

"For another full service?"

"Booked up solid all week. Ex-Marine coming in after you."

"Oh wow."

"Yeah, wife got tired of him cleaning his guns at the kitchen counter."

"Gross but...he's going along with it, or do you know?"

"She's been giving him our ultra-feminizing tea, Persuasion, for a week, told him it had more caffeine in it than coffee."

"It is strong. Is she going to keep him on it?"

"Eventually it doesn't effect you as much so eventually no but I've never had a client who didn't enjoy all this. Most of those guys are overcompensating for something anyway."

"I'm sure. Do you have...?"

"A 'pretty girl?' That's what we call them around here, and yes, you met her out front."

"Who, the girl at the desk?"

"That was my Randy. Had a landscaping business. Thought NFL Network was more important than our anniversary."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Tiff's lovely now and we talked it all out. We got a little carried away with the boobs."

"Easy to do, I imagine."

"It is. So what about her?" Diane nodded in Alex's direction. "What did you use to help her open up to the idea? Persuasion or...?"

"Nope, nothing. The Acceptance you gave her's the first femme tea she's had." Tricia didn't want to get into her gift, some questions were best left with half-answers.

"Really?" To Alex: "Well aren't you sweet?"

"Last night was her first time."

"First time like...? Or first first?"

"First first."

"No."

"Yes."

"She's pretty brave. You just asked?"

"She is, and these helped." Tricia glanced at her boobs.

"They always do. You didn't have those done here did you?"

"No, they're all me."

"If more women looked like you we'd be out of business."

"Thank you."

"I had this work done here. Was a size 10 when we opened."

"No kidding? I would have never guessed."

"That's the idea isn't it?"

"Yes it is!"

They moved Alex into a salon chair where Tricia asked him how he felt. 

"Honestly, I don't know...I..." He looked at his nails. "I think I feel sexy. Can I look in the mirror?"

"Not yet, but soon." Tricia opened a door next to her chair and flipped on the light switch to reveal two rows of clothes marked with sizes and running thirty feet deep. "I bet we can find something here." While Tricia sorted through the closet, Alex flipped through a thick binder provided by the salon and aimed specifically at men such as himself. Titled "The Pretty Girl Manual" it offered advice on clothes and hairstyles and picking colors and maintaining an overall feminine appearance, Alex seeking out an innocuous titled chapter called "Staying Ready" which explained how girls like him had different needs in terms of keeping their "pussies" clean and ready. 




Tricia's Summer Project



Tricia emerged from the closet having settled on a light blue baby tee that stopped a few inches above Alex's navel and a denim mini skirt that rode low. 

"Maybe we won't go for a bra just yet." From a white box she pulled two silicone breast forms Alex guessed to be in the DD range, sprayed something on the back of each and pressed them to his chest, telling him to hold them there for a moment while she found him some shoes, a moment later returning with four inch pink heels, he sat on the table so she could put them on his feet, feeling his new butt spread in a way he found oddly pleasant, standing with some trepidation as she handed him the tee which, when pulled over his breasts showed a little nipple and bounced obscenely when he attempted a few steps in the heels. 

"My God." Tricia laughed, Alex putting his hands on his hips and responding that he thought he looked good then catching himself, why had he said that? He was a lot more comfortable than expected. She only laughed at him and told him to sit down. 

Diane combed his hair flat and tried a few different wigs on him, each with natural hair, saying she knew Tricia wanted to do the makeup and that she'd just let her pick the wig, too. With a wish they take their time and have fun, she left Alex and Tricia alone. 

"Okay, we're not going overboard today. This is just for walking around and you're already eye-catching enough but first...cover that lip shadow...a little foundation...smooth out the redness on your neck from shaving...powder...sculpt your eyebrows a little, curl those lashes...should we do falsies?"

"Yes please!" Again, Alex wondered, what the hell is my deal?

"You're too funny, okay, here we go, hold still...oh that's nice...a little eyeliner...and those lips...they don't need any help but let's go with a natural pink and a little gloss...let's contour your nose a little to make it look a bit smaller...a hint of blush...and...done. Wow."

"What, do I look okay?"

"I really want you."

"Well I'm right here."

"Soon sweetie. Come here." They walked out into a second the main salon room and found a full-length mirror. From one of the salon chairs, Diane whistled.

Alex's first reaction was to feel a little shy then a wave of appreciation hit him as he realized how much effort Tricia had put into this and then, after that, he felt pretty damn hot. Taking a couple steps closer to the mirror he was surprised too by the natural sway of his hips, which flared out with help from the waist cincher and the way his breasts bounced. 

"So?" Tricia waited.

Alex turned and didn't speak, only looked at her, fairly sure she knew what he thought.

"I thought so. Here." She handed him a white leather jacket. "We don't want people staring too much and those babies are pretty noticeable."

A little relieved, Alex agreed and the two of them bounced and jiggled their way to the reception desk where Tricia, despite some protests from Alex, paid and Tiffany asked if they'd like to make a follow-up appointment, which of course they did.

"Name?"

Alex looked at Tricia, Tricia looked at Alex. Of all the things she'd thought of she'd forgotten to think of a girl name for him. Alexis was an obvious option, but she felt it a little too close to his male name. 

"Alicia," she said, adding her last name then looking to no-longer-Alex to see his/her reaction which was to smile and hook a pinky finger around Tricia's. It was settled then and to the car they walked, holding hands like the good girlfriends they were.  

At Vicky's Secret, all Alicia could register was pink. Pink bras, pink panties. Pink shorts that were not pink but said "Pink" in pink. He'd never been in one before, actually averted his gaze when walking by out of deference or propriety or who knows what now he felt free to look while wondering if strange women might come wandering out of the dressing rooms in lingerie and parade about like in the commercials (they didn't). Distracted by all the pink she at first missed Tricia's methodical sifting through several racks of bra and panty sets. He thought he heard Tricia say something like "Are you sure you don't mind?" To which the girl, who was tiny and wore a tremendous amount of makeup, smiled and said not at all, both looking in Alicia's direction, the salesgirl telling her to follow along.

Alicia did as asked and she took her into a dressing room, asking her to raise her shirt.

"Excuse me?"

"She said you might be shy but it's cool. She explained the whole thing. It's okay, you're not the first." She wrapped the tape around his waist. "So are you a crossdresser or what?"

"I don't—she's just showing me what it's like to be a woman."

"Uh huh. Well, if she hadn't told me I wouldn't have known. You're a 36 DD. I'll be right back."

As she left, Tricia peeked in. "How are you doing?"

"Good, I think."

"Attack of the shys? Try these on, silly." She handed her several negligees, all of them with differing amounts of satin and lace and closed the door. 

Alicia did as told, setting aside the ones that fit until Tricia opened the door, 

"Oh my God you look cute. Doesn't it feel good?"

It did. Combined with the site of her voluptuous form in the doorframe, Alicia was again instantly aroused as was Tricia but she swallowed and worked to not show it as the salesgirl came back with a handful of bras to choose from. 

At the cash register, Tricia circled her hand over Alicia's waist and slipped a finger inside the waist on her skirt then lead her in the direction of a woman's clothing store and the perfume counter.

A week later, Tricia unlocked the door to her house to find the house dark but for a few candles and Alicia sitting on her knees on a towel in the middle of the room. In the week since she'd become Alicia she'd proved to be a quick study and Tricia had a hard time thinking of a time when she didn't look fabulous. Coming home was always an adventure for she never knew what she'd find. Two nights before Alicia had been laying out by their pool wearing a two piece that managed to cover her breastforms and little else. They hadn't even made it inside, Tricia leaning against the plate glass window and putting a foot up on a chair so Alicia could go down on her. Last night, she'd come home to find her in the bedroom playing with one of the dildos and waiting for Tricia.

And now here she was in white thigh highs, black heels, a plaid skirt and a stretchy white top. To top it all off, she was sucking a red lollipop. A cliché but what the hell.

"Hey pretty girl," said Tricia. This caused her to blush, that was one thing that hadn't changed. A pleasant change was that overall Alicia was more confident than Alex had seemed to be, not that she'd known Alex all that long. Sometimes that thought gave her pause but he'd been more than willing. So much had happened in the past year it felt more like a month. 

"Come here." Tricia took Alicia by the hand and led her into the bedroom, first placing her on her knees and rubbing her exposed ass, giving it a few quick whacks and asking Alicia if she was going to behave then put her on her back, knees up just like the first time. As Tricia suspected, she wore a crotchless thong, white, with ruffles. This girl, what was she going to do with her?

Tricia took a new toy, this one a curved double-headed dildo that stayed inside her without a harness and buried it to the hilt in one stroke, Alicia immediately gasping and getting the faraway look she got every time Tricia took her. The gasp got Tricia every time and, as had been the case lately, neither of them lasted very long, soon collapsing into one another's soft embrace.

"Back for your follow up?" Diane smiled as Alicia opened the door to Salon X.

"That and a little more." 

Diane looked at the record book and smiled as she remembered their conversation. Alicia had ordered some additional services not listed on the public "menu" of options. 

"Come on back."

After a quick touch-up of her eyebrows and a few other places, Alicia took off her top, bra and breastforms and lay on her back letting Diane begin massaging a thick cream into her pectoral muscles which almost immediately began losing their definition, the nipples darkening and thickening and getting more sensitive. 

"This really works?"

"Yes it does." Diane smiled and added more lotion and Alicia's chest continued to soften and transform into small, soft breasts, the nipples lengthening and darkening considerably. "The lotion stays in the system for about 48 hours and it will continue to work, how much depends on the person but if you want more, we've talked about how we do that."

As amazing as it was, it was nothing compared to what happened when Diane had him lay on his stomach across the massage table. More needles poked his hips and butt, Diane selecting where and frequently saying "a little more here" and "we're going Kardashian" until the skin felt noticeable fuller, skin tighter. 

"Can I ask...?" Alicia was both excited and nervous.

Diane's voice turned softer than before. "What we're doing? Synthetic fat cells, honey. It's super easy with a variety of uses, we add them to give clients a little more lift and shape where they need it; in your case a lot more shape. Your body integrates them with your own. The funny thing about fat cells is they don't go away, they just shrink and expand so barring liposuction these are yours; if you gain weight you'll gain it in your hips and butt like us." 

Alicia stood and could feel how her balance had been altered, her hands finding a full ass and hips jutting from his back, two massive crescent moons she'd never be able to disguise.

"I'm impressed," said Tricia. "But now I look so little up top. On the phone did you say something about a pump?"

"Oh, right. Sorry, I didn't know you wanted that. We don't normally do the pump and the cream as the results are often, well, a little disproportionate."

"Let's do it then." 

Diane laughed and moved Alicia to a chair where she leaned into a plate fitted with two dark pink rubber domes about eight inches wide and tall connected to what looked like an air hose. A motor started and she placed both of the domes on Alicia's chest, a vacuuming suction sound sticking them to her torso. She flipped another switch and the motor sound increased, Alicia feeling an odd tugging sensation on the skin on her soft chest. The sensation warmed and she felt it most intensely in her nipples, which she could feel were stiff and more sensitive than they'd ever been. She couldn't help it, gasped.

"Oh wow, already?" Diane explaining that when their female clients have the procedure the nipple sensitivity is a sign they've gone far enough. 

"Let's let it go a little longer."

"The pressure and volume gauges are saying you're already quite big and those domes expand so it can keep going."

"Just a little more..."

"No, look, the domes are already expanding."

"What's that mean?"

"It means you've already filled the domes and then some, I'm turning this off."

Alicia covered her mouth in shock and excitement. "Did we go overboard?"

Diane didn't speak, thinking this was the same mistake she'd made with Tiff and nervously unhooked the hoses and watched the pink domes jiggle then, absent the suction the seal against Alicia's chest popped free and the pink dome rolled up—it reminded Tricia of a condom being rerolled—two enormous breasts popping free and coming to rest upon Alicia's chest, each so large it rested on her arms and blocked her view of her feet. 

"Oh Jesus," said both women. 

"Those are enormous," said Diane.

"And gorgeous."

"That they are."

"The cream will stay in your system for awhile so..."

"They might get bigger."

"Yes."

Standing was a bit more complicated for Alicia than it had been; Diane rummaging through the closet to find a bra that might work, a 40I—huge but still smaller than Tricia's—with a front clasp did the trick. She handed her a few more in slightly larger sizes just in case and Alicia took her new boobs home, arriving as Tricia pulled in the driveway.

"Oh my," Tricia laughed as Alicia emerged from her car. "New forms?"

"Uh huh."

Tricia gave her a kiss and opened the door remarking at how lifelike they felt then asking if this was related to Alicia's decision; it had been a month and they'd decided to talk about the Alicia vs. Alex situation.

"They do," said Alicia as she bent down to her knees, tugged up the hem of Tricia's shirt and began kissing the skin next to her navel.

Tricia's breath came in shorter gasps but she managed to get out the question as to what Alicia had decided. As an answer, Alicia stood and removed her shirt, allowing Tricia to see her new, very real and very large breasts, which were already starting to spill over her cups a little. Unhooking the bra clasp solved that problem. Her skirt felt to the floor and Tricia gaped, saying nothing, then took her the hand, removed her panties and displayed her tiny boi-cock, feeling it thicken and, like the first time, lead her to their bedroom.



Tricia's Tits



Maybe Tricia was not the most beautiful girl at the party, but she was very cute with an athletic body and a big set of tits that I would love to get my hands on. She had been on the girl's basketball team all through high school and had that jockey, athletic attitude about her where she didn't dress up a lot. But she definitely could have been in the running if she tried a little harder.

She was also the one girl there that was giving me a lot of attention. I got the feeling that she had a thing for me, although I'd never known her to have a boyfriend before, now that I was thinking of it. We were sitting on the couch sipping beers in the front room of a large house owned by somebody's parents. I didn't even know the kid throwing the party, he was in our graduating class but there had been like 1,500 students at graduation earlier that day! The house was crammed full of people and the party had broken out onto the back deck and into the yard. I remember thinking that it was just a matter of time until the police came to break it up. I had escape route all planned out.

I had come with a couple of my guy friends while Tricia I knew was there with her friend Megan. Megan was the real deal: tall, thin, blond, and beautiful. Tricia might have been cute, but something about Megan just made her my ultimate fantasy. She had perfect pale skin, bright blue eyes, and a great smile. Smaller tits, but hell that didn't really matter. I was pretty sure she was also out of my league. Megan was nice but she also got around a bit, usually with the more popular guys. So I was settling for Tricia that night, I decided. 

I had been drinking constantly since getting there and with all the beer plus a few shots had me feeling pretty buzzed. Getting drunk made me pretty energetic and bold. It also made me really horny. As I sat talking to Tricia, I put an arm around her and squeezed. She smiled and kind of leaned into me as if to show how comfortable she was with the idea. She seemed so innocent somehow, like a little girl, but she definitely had the body of an 18 year old!

As the night went on I kept getting bolder. As we talked about life, the universe and everything, my hand traveled up and down her thigh, wrapped around her waist, I even ran my fingers along her jaw, a feeling that seemed to really turn her on. I put my thumb under her lip as I held her face and she opened her mouth and closed her eyes as if waiting for a kiss to come. So I gave it to her. Both of our lips still seemed to have beer on them, making the kiss a moist one. I liked it a lot and was getting hornier by the second. 

Tricia had been keeping up with when it came to drinking and was showing every sign if being drunker than she wanted to let on. Her speech was getting pretty lazy and she kept acting like she was ready for a nap. I think that if I'd let her, she would have put her head on my lap and fell asleep. I on the other hand was feeling more and more awake and ready for some action.

My big break came when the couple on the other couch who had been making out for what seemed like hours got up and made a show of walking up the stairs hand in hand to look for some privacy. It was well known amongst us that these high school parties had been all about getting someone to go into one of the bedrooms with you, that wasn't going to stop now!

"Let's go up stairs", I said.

"mmm...all right" was her answer.

And I too made a bit of a show of leading my "date" up the big front staircase to the sound of a few of my buds calling out and whistling. 

I found a doorway that wasn't quite shut in the upstairs hall and opened it to find an empty bedroom. It looked like it belonged to a young girl and had a small bed in it with a flowery bedspread and a brass headboard. Tricia sat down on the bed and suddenly looked kind of nervous. I wasn't sure whether to turn the light switch off or not but then decided that I wanted to see everything if she'd let me. I was pretty proud of my body and certainly wasn't shy about showing it off, given the chance. She was watching me as if waiting to see what would happen next.

I walked over and started kissing her. A moment into it she was much more relaxed and let me push her back onto her back so that we were in the missionary position on the bed. Soon we were kissing passionately and I started to subtlety dry hump her, my hard dick was pressing against the fly of my jeans like it wanted to bust out and get her. It felt good as I mashed it into her crotch over and over and my tongue roamed her mouth and my hands explored her hips, ass, and back. She had smooth skin and a firm body.

God, I wanted to rip her clothes off, suck those tits right off her chest, and then fuck her hard until she begged me to stop! Although Tricia seemed to be enjoying the feeling of my hard cock up against her pussy, she also didn't appear to be in any hurry to touch me back or to take any of her clothes off. I was definitely leading this dance. So I wondered...would she let me get my hands on those tits?

It was sly the way I spent some time with my hand under her shirt seemingly content just to feel the bare skin of her hip and stomach for several minutes. It almost seemed natural for my hand to move a little farther up past her rib cage and grab hold of a bra-covered breast. If anything it was even bigger than I thought, more than a handful, and felt wonderful. God yes, I held onto that thing like it might get away. 

Our kisses had become pretty passionate. I have to hand it to Tricia, she was a great kisser and she seemed to love having her lips on mine. Every time I stopped to take a breath, she was reaching for another kiss. If she didn't let me breathe, I was going to pass out! At least she didn't seem to object to me groping her.

After about five minutes of feeling her tits from under her shirt but over her bra, I was ready for new frontiers. I clumsily reached for the snap of her jeans and she finally stopped me by lightly swatting my hands away and reaching in for a deeper kiss as if to say, "let's just do THIS."

I pulled away for a second and must have had a pretty disappointed look on my face.

"I've never had sex before" she admitted to me suddenly as if proclaiming her virginity would clear everything up. 

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Well, I don't even have a condom. Do you?"

"No" I replied.

She tried to hide the look of relief on her face. I didn't want the night to be over so I went back to kissing her and gave her a good dry hump, much more obvious and harder than before, hoping to make her as horny as I as and to let her know that I was still thinking about fucking.

We kissed for a good while and my mouth took turns exploring the sides of her neck and the top of her shoulders, as far as I could get with her shirt still on. This did finally elicit some moans from her and she had started to hump back against me as though she too were sorry we weren't naked so I could be balls-deep inside her. As she got hotter, so did I, and my hands started to roam more and more.

I went to unsnap her bra but as much as I was hoping to do it casually as though it wasn't a big deal, it was a real bitch to get the whole thing unsnapped. There must have been four different parts to unfasten back there and the bottom few were a lot tighter somehow!

Finally they gave way and took the opportunity to bring my hands back up front and feel under that bra for the best sensation in the world: Tricia's huge tits bare and free in my hands! I rubbed the nipples with my thumbs to get them hard and squeezed her breasts over and over.

Fuck Yeah. And the kissing went on.

I was enjoying it but there was only so much a guy could take! I decided to try again.

"I need to cum" I said breathlessly.

"Yeah? Should I leave for like ten minutes?" she asked jokingly. We both laughed nervously.

"Have you ever given a blowjob?"

"No."

I got up from the bed and peeled my shoes off and then pulled down my jeans, kicking them aside so I was just in my boxers and t-shirt. My cock was making a serious dent in my boxers and pointed right at her as though leading the way back into bed.

We layed down like we had been before and resumed making out but this time I put Tricia's hand in mine and guided it to the hardness of my cock and squeezed her hand around it. She didn't object at all, but she also didn't grab hold of it herself or squeezed it any harder than what I was doing with the manipulation of her hand. I retreated just far enough to get to the top of my boxers and then guided her hand inside moving it once more to my cock. This time I could feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin as her hand touched my dick for the first time. I had her cup my balls for a moment to let her get a good feel of them and then guided her to rubbing my cock up and down. The problem was that with me doing all of the work it was less of a hand job than it was just me jerking off with her hand! Still, I gave it a good go for a few minutes.

I let go leaving her hand in my boxers and gave her a long passionate kiss. About thirty seconds into it she pulled her hand away leaving us back to where we started though.

I sighed much louder than I needed to.

"I'm sorry", she said. "I wouldn't know what to do..."

"There's nothing you need to know. You just keep rubbing it like you were doing and I'll help you along."

But as we kissed, she didn't make a move back to my cock again. She definitely wasn't sure about taking the lead or showing any initiative when it came to sex. Where did this girl come from that she'd never watched porn? I'd never eaten pussy but I was certain that if I got her panties off and her legs spread I'd be able to give it a good try! I guessed it was different being a girl. She probably never even masturbated. Still, she was her and seemed like she was definitely up for something.

I couldn't say no to those tits and Tricia actually sat up a little to help out when I grabbed her shirt and pulled it and her bra up over her head. They looked as good as they felt. Young, perky tits that seemed to want to point straight up. They were big but didn't fall down flat when she was on her back. I stuck a one in my mouth and sucked it for all it was worth, first trying to get as much as I could in my mouth, then concentrating on the areola and nipple. I didn't want to make the other one jealous so I switched places and hungrily sucked that one too. To this day I don't think I've had a better set of tits. They really where perfect.

And they were beyond big enough to tit fuck.

While I continued to play her tits, I slid my boxers down and off with one of my hands and then sat up so that I was straddling her waist, my hard dick pointing out hard at her. It was a little over seven inches and plenty thick. I had my pubic hair trimmed back short and my abs were flat. The effect made my cock look huge. Tricia just stared at it saying nothing for a few moments and I softly took her hand and guided it to my shaft, rubbing it like I had before.

Watching this innocent girl rub my hard cock as though she were half afraid of it turned me on. She was so cute.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips. The tip of my cock, beyond our hands, rubbed against her belly.

I made sure that when I sat back up again I moved up her body so I was over her stomach now. Our hands where still rubbing my cock in unison and everything seemed to be pointed at her tits. To me anyway. I went for it.

I moved up again so that my dick was right above her tits and then grabbed and pushed it between them, and humped back and forth a few times so she could she what I was up to. Then I grabbed her hands from off my hips and showed her how I wanted her to mash her tits together so they formed a tunnel over my cock.

Finally! I was in heaven as I started to fuck her tits, my hard cock moving between those smooth pillows of skin. It wasn't quite a pussy, but it felt damn good! I started slow and tried to make it last as long as possible but within minutes was speeding up. I put my hands over hers and started to really punish those tits, squeezing them hard while fucking as hard as I could. My thighs were pushing the bottoms of her breasts upward so now on the top of my stroke my dick was practically reaching for her chin.

Suddenly the door opened and Megan walked in on us!

I doubt I would have heard any knocking at this point, but something told me that Megan wasn't trying real hard to be heard, if she bothered to knock at all. She just strolled on in and did a good job of looking shocked at what she saw! I stopped fucking Tricia's tits and stared back at her as she stopped and looked right at my cock nestled between her best friend's breasts.

"What are you doing!" she exclaimed in a high-pitched squeal, feigning innocence.

Tricia thrust her head backwards on the mattress as if to hide her face by looking as far away as possible. I thought Megan would leave the room as quickly as she entered it but she didn't seem to be in a hurry and clearly wasn't as shocked as she let on. 

"That's not right at all," she said as if correcting a child's arithmetic. I sat there upright in REAL shock as Megan grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it under her friend's head so that Tricia's face was now pushed forward, her lips only inches from the head of my dick.

Instinctively, I moved forward to try to bridge that gap and didn't quite make it. 

But I tried again and again, resuming the titty fuck in earnest. On about the fourth or fifth stroke, my cock brushed her lips and combination of the feeling and me watching was incredible. And then I heard Megan's voice again. Had I forgotten she was in the room already?

"Open your mouth sweetie"

And she did!

The next time my dick went up, it went right into her sweet cherry of a mouth!

The second time she thought to close her lips around it momentarily.

"Get it as wet as you can." Megan's voice called out again.

Suddenly Tricia was practically gushing saliva on my dick each time I fucked upward into her waiting mouth. The wetness then smeared down to her tits around my cock, making it feel that much more like a vagina.

I couldn't believe it: Megan was standing there watching me tittyfuck Tricia and calling out directions like her personal cheerleader!

And Man, did Megan look hot that night too. I wasn't sure what I wanted to look at more: the sight of Megan watching us in fascination, or the sight of my wet dick sliding between Tricia's tits and into her open mouth! I don't know how I didn't cum right then and there but I was able to pick up the pace and really go for it, fucking those titties with wild abandon.

And then finally it happened, I felt that familiar sensation of my cum rushing up from out of my balls and up into the air. Jets spurted out and landed all over Tricia's face, dripping down her chin. It shot so fast I couldn't see where it all landed but a big spurt made it up onto the headboard.

Then it seemed like almost instantly I was soft and it was all over. Megan gave me a devilish grin and then turned around and walked out of the room. Her work there was done. All my energy drained out of me and I felt as though I could pass out right there. I rolled off Tricia onto the bed beside her. Finally free, she jumped up and found a towel to wipe her face off with before throwing her shirt back on and running down the hall to the bathroom.

It seemed like she was gone for a good while but I knew she had to return because her bra was still lying on the floor. When she came back in, I was half asleep in the bed. She stood over me for a second before kissing me on the cheek and saying "I have to go home tonight" and them walked back out of the room again. I guess she didn't like to cuddle after a messy facial...

I rested for a few minutes, or maybe hours, but then got up, put my clothes back on and went downstairs. I left the wad of cum on the headboard.

I didn't hear anything from Tricia the next day and I realized that she didn't even have my phone number. A few days later I ran into Megan at the mall where she worked as a cashier. It wasn't awkward at all. She acted as though watching two people titty fuck was something she did every week. 

"Well I knew I'd have to encourage her some way", she said. "Tricia has no idea what to do."

"Yeah, I sort of got that."

"Well you got pretty far without my help, about a month ago Brad Simon pulled his dick out in front of her and she got up and left!"

"Oh? Where you there to?" I asked laughing.

"No, but she told me about it."

"Well maybe you can teach her about blowjobs next" I said.

Megan just chuckled and said off handedly, "yeah the three of us should get together again."



Trick



I did not know that my first john would set the stage for any other lover I took in life my very first night out. It had been hot; the stifling sour air was so thick it seemed to weigh on my shoulders making every step I took in my sleaziest five inch heels torture to take. 

The stench of urine and random funk from what I imagined had been a thousand vagrants wafted on the air served to remind me that I was not out on a late night stroll. He had pulled up beside me as I stopped to adjust my impossibly short mini dress.

"What's on the menu tonight doll?" He asked through a choking plume of cigarette smoke. As I came in closer to the car leaning my head into the window with all the seductive charm I could muster, Candi's first lesson hit me hard.

"No matter what Baby J, smile, be nice, and most of all, be into your John. He's your bread and butter. Remember that..." She'd said while smoothing my hair behind my ears.

As my only friend, and mentor in the art of prostitution's words reverberated in my head I suppressed the urge to gag as beneath the stench of one cigarette smoked after another, I caught a whiff of what had to be the nastiest gut rot ever created permeating through the man's pores. So I forced myself to smile harder, and leaned in closer still. He needed me, and I needed his money.

"The menu?" I questioned fidgeting with the top of my dress.

"Looks like I got me a newbie huh?" He chuckled leering at my tits while his slimy tongue coated his thinnish pink lips with slaver. "What are you offering, and how much do you want Doll?" he slurred lighting another cigarette never taking his eyes off of my chest while he waited for me to answer.

"Common Gal, I ain't got all night here, I got cash." He said pulling the biggest roll of money I had ever seen from his coat pocket.

"U-Uhm ... yeah, it's fifty for head and a hundred if you wanna get laid." I muttered while trying not to cringe as he licked his lips again. "And I don't kiss on the mouth!" I sputtered in my one moment of clarity.

John number one sat back in his seat taking a long drag on his cigarette while he scrutinized my every curve. With no warning he undid his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock and began stroking it to life right in front of me. I had not known I had averted my eyes in shock at his brazen action until I found myself staring at a wad of grayish chewing gum clinging to the street. 

Needing to be anywhere but on that curb negotiating the sale of the one thing that ever truly belonged to me I tried desperately to focus on the person who had dropped the once sugary confection. I pondered where they had been, and where they had gone since. I wondered if they had discarded the gum because it had become nothing more than a tasteless mass of rubber, or if they had to spit it out for the sake of courtesy. No one wants to carry on a conversation with someone chewing gum like a cow chewing its cud after all.

"And you're shy too. I like that. $150 huh?" his words seemed to drip with the same goo he continuously coated his barely their lips with. "Hop in Baby." He half growled pushing a wad of cash at me. I hesitated only a second before snatching the money from his hand as I climbed into the seat beside him. Flicking his lit cigarette into the night air he peeled off from the curb before I even had my seat belt on.

"I want my blow job before we get to the motel." He bit out grabbing me by the hair and forcing my mouth towards his musty crotch.

"Hey ... W-wait!" I cried as I tried to pull myself free of his hold.

"Shut up! I ain't payin' you to talk bitch." He snarled as he forced himself into my mouth making me gag. "No teeth Girl ..." He breathed as with reluctance I went to work. I wondered if he felt my tears fall onto his thighs. 

I wondered if he cared at all. I did not have long to find out whether or not he cared however. As the car slowed to a stop in front of what I assumed was where he was staying his grabby hands twisted and snaked themselves into my hair with more tenderness than I thought the horrid man capable of. His touch, right then was more like the touch of a lover than that of a sleazy deviant. He stroked and petted my hair as he cooed and moaned his pleasure into the pungent air of the cramped vehicle.

"I-I ... O-oo god, y-yeah baby, I'm gonna come!" he stuttered. When I made to remove myself from his member not wanting him to finish in my mouth his hand closed into a tight fist tangling itself in the tendrils of my hair with cruel intent and he shoved his crotch up at me driving his cock into my throat.

"Uhh uh Darlin', y-you started this and you are gonna finish!" his words sounded like those of a strangling man as his breath came quick and shallow in his sinful ecstasy. I had not realized until it was too late that like air feeds a flame my struggles only stoked his arousal. He did not let go of my hair until he began to soften in my mouth. And as soon as I was free of him it was all I could do to get the car door open before the vilest foulest vomit flew from my mouth splashing onto the pavement. 

Each wretch that ripped through my body punctuated the fact that in that very moment I was no longer sweet little, all American, 4.0 GPA, graduated at the top of her class, Jasmyn Lynn Trapper. No standing on wobbly legs beside his rusty Cracker Jack box of a car, in front of some shit hole motel puking my guts out, I was Baby J, hooker extraordinaire. And looking down on me with apathy, a cigarette dangling from between his lips, stood a partially satisfied stranger, my very first trick.

"You didn't have to do that to me you bastard..." I coughed out.

"Let's see, I gave you $150." He said ignoring my rebuke." Seems like I still have some service due me baby girl ..." He said with a sinister grimace. Shocked into silence that he expected more I found the cash he had given me. With trembling hands I separated a smooth one hundred dollar bill from the fifty and shoved it into his face.

"Here, take it, I'm done ..." I croaked out.

"I didn't ask for a refund Hun ..." he objected grabbing my wrist in a crushing grip pulling me to the graffiti splattered door of his room.

I've come a long way since that first night. He taught me a lot about myself. That john, he wasn't all bad though. But you'd never believe it if you knew what had happened after he got me into that room that very first time. Hell, I had thought he was Satan brought to life. But after the third time I took his cash to allow him to brutalize me he did something odd; he treated me like a human being.

"Can I get one of those?" I demanded pointing to his cigarette case.

"You smoke baby doll?" he said with a snicker.

"Can I have one or not?"

"Sure, I just thought, well you cough up a lung every time you get into my car s'all ..." He said chuckling as he offered me a lit cigarette. 

He watched me as I took a long drag off of the slender stick. As I did new tears fell retracing the routes of the tears I had cried while he forced himself into my ass, ignoring my insistent pleads for him to stop which only served to fuel his desire. I flinched drawing my knees up to my chest when without warning his warm fingers swept over the wet trails streaming down my cheeks.

"Shhh, don't be scared ..." he cooed as if he had not just sodomized me five minutes before. "Why do you let me do this to you baby ...?" he asked.

I did not know what to make of the tenderness in his voice. I mean, every time I got into his car, knowing full well that he was going to hurt me, I asked myself the exact same question finding no viable answer. So now, instead of answering him, I took another hard drag on my cigarette while focusing on a rusty coffee colored stain on the carpet.

"I know you hate it. I know you hate me. I see it in your eyes every single time I come to you, so why?" he insisted.

"If you know I hate you why do you come to me?" I spat avoiding his question. I had no idea why when I went out, I chose him every time, not any I was willing to admit to myself anyways. "Out of all the girls walking that strip, you make it a point to find me, why do you do it you sick fuck?" I half yelled in a fury I knew had been in me, but had been checked up till then.

"I come to you Darlin', because you are not them, you are not like them ..." He breathed climbing onto the bed behind me. As he settled behind my stiffening frame I felt his hand snake around my slender throat. "You're sweet, tender.There's innocence about you I hunger for. You are nothing like those two bit whores Jasmyn. I come to you because you don't want this." He whispered into my ear as his hand tightened on my throat. And as I began to tremble in his hold he released me smoothing my hair down my back.

"I have a family, a wife who loves me, a couple of kids, and a dog. I am a good man baby girl. It's just sometimes; I don't want to be so good you know?" He said shrugging. "Sometimes I need to know that darker side of myself. I need to know myself as the sadistic deviant who lies just beneath the surface." He whispered coming around to face me.

"H-how do you know my name?" I demanded ignoring his fantasy about his being a 'good man'. "I-I never told you that ..." I murmured as I tried to get off of the bed and away from him, but he was quicker as he grabbed me forcing me down onto the stained sheets beneath him.

"Get off me!" I growled. "You got your money's worth we're finished!" I screamed putting up a futile fight.

"S-shhh, Baby girl" He cooed almost lovingly into my ear. "I know ... everything, Jasmyn. I know all about you, what you want ... I know what you need." He tormented as his hands roamed my body, one squeezing my breast. "Abandoned at thirteen ... sleeping on anyone's floor that would have you, well anyone who could keep their hands off of you ..." He drawled gripping my thigh as his hand traveled back upwards. 

"Your friends talk a lot ..." he whispered before nipping my ear.

"N-no, no more ... please don't ... not again ..." I begged as his hand tightened around my thigh again this time higher than before, insistent, before slipping slowly between them discovering its hot, wet destination.

"You have never really seen love, not with an open heart ... have you Jasmyn? He asked before taking my breast in his mouth. He suckled at my nipple for what seemed like an eternity before releasing it with an almost obscene 'pop'. "You are bored with your life ... your still wet behind the ears fiancée does nothing for you in the bedroom does he?" he sneered. 

"You hate yourself because you can't love him ...you think you deserve this disgusting rat hole because you cannot feel anything for the only man who has ever really seen who you are, and loved you for it all... a man who would give you the moon if he could."

"No ..." my voice quivered.

"You want to be punished because you can't love sniveling whipped little boys ..."

"Y-You don't know me ... P-please stop this ..." I whimpered half-heartedly not at all sure if stopping was in fact what I wanted him to do.

"It's alright sweetness ... no more pain Jasmyn ... not tonight ..." he exhaled locking gazes with me. Time seemed to stop in the putrid room, and the world melted away as his finger delved into my depths with slow exploration.

"W-what are you ... I mean, no ... this was not a part of the d-eal .." I stuttered. Lost in a haze of confusion, apprehension, and pleasure as I tried to wriggle out from under him, but he was insistent. His free hand locked down possessively onto my hip threatening me not to move.

"Don't fight me Jasmyn ... I am not a monster, not really ..." he said bringing his head down to brush his lips upon mine.

"No!" I cried sharply jerking my head away from his. "I don't kiss!!" I demanded. And before I knew it, without missing a beat he had my chin locked firmly in his grip.

"You will kiss me, tonight ..." he stated. And with that his lips crushed mine. I grunted a couple of times, and tried to shake him off until I felt the keen sting of his bite. And when I opened my mouth to protest the nip, his tongue stroked over my own in victory. It had been what seemed like an eternity since my body had known real delight, and never had I experienced anything close to pleasure with him, but as much as I hated it, as much as my psyche railed against him so completely, my body was on fire for him.

"Jasmyn, when I am with you I am a man, not a henpecked husband or exhausted father. You fill a primal need in me baby girl, a need neither my wife nor any 'hooker' has ever filled before. He whispered breathless, his lips just barely touching mine.

"But-I-am-a ..." I tried to interrupt until he gave my bottom lip a slight lick eliciting silence.

"No you're not ... not really, are you?" he asked; only the question in his voice seemed to have already been satisfied.

"W-what are you talking about ..." I began ...

"You never look up from your desk Jasmyn ... always studying your spread sheets ... my prim and proper worker bee by day ..." he murmured whilst massaging my clit languidly. Right then his words mattered, but his attentions to my body mattered more, but still I tried to fight through the haze.

"No ... you are something baby girl, but a hooker, you are not ... not really" He chuckled. 

"I was outside the supply room while your little friend whispered to you how much money you could make out here the last time I was in town." He hummed against my neck. "You caught my eye the very first time I watched you fail to covertly play a game on your phone during my last town hall meeting." He said forcing two fingers inside of me to his knuckles. "Have you not noticed that I am in the office more often these days Sweetness?"

For a second I really had no idea what he was talking about, but suddenly the haze of passion began to clear and my hooded eyes became wide in comprehension and looked into his, really looked for the first time and in that moment, I realized that I knew him.

"O-oh my god!" I said coming fully to myself. "Hunter Drake .. I-I mean Mr. Drake! No-no ... we can't ..." I screeched trying in vain to buck him off of me. In my head I went through the odds of having the CEO of my company as a john, as my John ... my only ever! I had not really seen him at the office, only glimpses, except for the one meeting he had hosted, and even then, I only stole glances here and there. He was an intimidating man even by day.

"Oh, but baby girl, we are ... we have ..." he said firmly gripping my hip again forcing stillness. "And we will again ..." he all but growled.

"The day I overheard you I decided then and there that I would be your one and only ... I made sure that I was, and Jasmyn, I always will be!" he assured.

"W-ait ... how did you know?" I breathed still trying in vain to squirm away from him. But he did not have to answer ... subconsciously I just knew he was near me always ... From that first awful night we shared, it was like I could feel him hovering even during the day.

"Being with you sates the beast within Jasmyn. My wife would never understand him, those other girls are too far gone to respond to him ... It's just that sometimes he needs to be tricked back into the recesses of my soul ..." he said forcing my legs apart ... a low euphoric groan passed his lips as he entered me for the second time that night. Only this time being with him was not rushed and agonizing. Instead of feeling like a working girl, there on that nasty motel room bed, for once, as we came together, I knew real untainted passion. That night my john tricked me.



Trick-a-Treat



John had been gone nearly a year now. When I begin to develop these cravings for a man deep inside my middle age body that, too, was in dire need of being spontaneous. John had left behind a young infant that he still asks about in his many letters from Iraq, which I relay, often respond to. But as time went on I became more vulnerable to what Mother Nature kindly offers, and this concern burning inside my, still, young looking built. 

It wasn't until Halloween night when these cravings of mine had worsened, especially to this young man half my age, 18, appearing before me with his younger brother. Escorting the little tike from house to house that reminded me of the times, I too, took my own son around the neighborhood to fill his bag with loads of goodies. 

"Jimmy. You too want a treat?" I politely asked, feeling the vibes moving vastly from one body to the other. 

"How did you know it was me, Penny?" he quickly replied. 

"Your large hands and tight trousers."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Well and the glistening gold cross earring appearing outside your vampire mask," I said, catering to his soft brown eyes. 

We both stood staring at one another for a minute or so until the shoving and pushing of kids broke our trance, train of thought. Wondering who would make the first move as my palms perspires something awful. Announcing that he would come back at a later time to be more adventurous. That is when the porch was less crowded. 

"Sure," I muttered, leaning over to drop several pieces of candy in each open bag as I watch where Jimmy's eyes were. Lusting after my shimmering bosoms inside the shortened cottony sweatshirt that I'd been wearing all day to clean house and to bathe little Johnny in. 

The thing that spooks me the most is the fact that Jimmy had died this past summer due to an unexpected, unexplained surgery incident. Simple operation that shouldn't have resulted in his death of removing his appendixes and his little brother that too had died of complications at birth. But even though we were miles apart in age, we both knew that fate would someday bring us back together again. 

After glancing out to the empty streets of young ghosts and goblins, I began to daydream of what it might feel like being with a much younger man, especially one so charming and witty as Jimmy. Young man that I once baby-sat, while his parents were partying or outside watching a movie on a giant screen. Too, young enough to bathe in my flannel nightgown, which continues to bring back fond memories the longer John stays away in a foreign country. 

The two-story house we purchased several years ago was decorated in Holiday spirit and unusual fashion. Utilizing the bedroom upstairs as a display with array of silky cobwebs, incents, haunting music, and the bed with a view of the decorated Court House where I'd worked for ten years before getting hitched to John. 

"Damn. Why do I feel so naughty all of a sudden?" I said, turning loose the fancy blue drapes, which I'd picked out last summer for the living room window. 

It was around 10:00 that evening when I had given up all hope of Jimmy dropping by as I was halfway up the old creaky steps. When suddenly my entire body shook like the dickens, once I hear the doorbell echoing inside my cluttered mind. Then closing my eyes for a brief moment of silence before clutching my chest and heading back down the steep dull stairs to answer the door dressed in a long fluffy ghost-like robe. Then racing to the kitchen table to quickly retrieve the perfect mask, which I'd worn to attract Jimmy in the first place. 

"Well, hello Jimmy," I said, working my eyes up and down through the tiny holes of my Snow White mask. 

"Hi."

"Won't you come in, hum?" I calmly asked, even though I was nervous as heck from the inside. 

"Sure," Jimmy replied with such confidence. 

I could not only sense, but also see the gleam in his weakened eye of wanting to scorn me off my feet at any given second. Breaking the silence in a slur tone when I ask Jimmy if he would care for a glass of warm cider. "Sure," he softly said, aiming his perky eyes directly atop the opening of my robe. Then over the top of my plastic false face that he'd once said reminds him of an actress, Sandy Duncan. Realizing we do have similar traits indeed. 

Just before heading for the kitchen for the spiked cider. We both made a pledge not to re- move our masks until 12:00. Something I wasn't accustomed to, but willing to commit too, in order to gain what I haven't seen since Jimmy was seven. Something I could once again support.

"Here you go," I said, sweating in the mask that was uncomfortable, but fulfilling to the lad's heavy lids. 

"Thanks, Penny." Examining me plenty from the bearskin sofa once I sat comfortably at an angle and with one leg crossed. 

"You like?" I asked, too, tipping the half glass to my mouth and to study his heaving as hell bulge through its crystal side. 

"Yes." 

"Good. Because there's plenty where that came from," I said, slurring my words as if I'd been drinking all day. Still hearing a few obnoxious kids outside the window that felt as close as Jimmy and I were on the cozy couch. 

By 11:00 the streets were totally empty of trick-a-treaters, and I, nearly drunk on my ass. When I slowly took hold of Jimmy's hand after a lengthily conversation of when he was a mere boy. Leading him up the steep stairs as the scent of the lit pumpkins that once had occupied the downstairs windows were up in my exotic bedroom. 

Once Jimmy and I were alone in the well-lit room; I became about as nervous as a deer in headlights. Feeding off the humble lad's emotions that were covered up with trembling fear, until I put on some Willie Nelson to try and ease him into my waiting arms that has been waiting patiently all night for. 

I could still see Jimmy's eyes circling the room of tall exotic plants, life-like brass figures and the wide waterbed of soft orange pumpkins embedded in the squeaky satin. Which would soon provide an evening of adventure and untamed sex. Realizing his wan face, beady as hell eyes, and ghastly stares, which I monitor regularly frightens the shit out of me, but much too stimulating to ignore. Eerie ghosts in the images of small orb's circles a bit higher overhead that I couldn't help but notice. Sensing their, too, abandonment from the damp sod that was beginning to absorb the passion that Jimmy and I felt once we saw through the masks this need for one another.  

"Mum, isn't this romantic, Jimmy?" I softly asked, utilizing my French style accent that I know the youngster has always enjoyed hearing. 

"Yes." Clearing his clogged pipes, "I mean yes it is indeed," he replied, shifting his weak eyes up and down, as I carefully lose the fluffy robe. 

Jimmy was about as tight as strings on a guitar, once he saw what I was wearing behind the long furry garment. "You like, Jimmy?" Again I muttered in French. 

"Yes, you are simply ravishing, Penny," he said, gulping down more saliva to the skimpy white v-cut lingerie. Garment with spaghetti straps that of, too, soft satin and a match on such special occasion...Halloween! 

I was still sweating like a stuck hog but I knew I have to be true to my word and not to break my promise. Glancing over Jimmy's frustrated face and down onto his struggling hands, which were trying to free up his tight jeans. While I lay patiently along the orange satin to imagine Jimmy naked. Disguising my frustration well, as I render a look of much defeat until the snap finally gives way. 

Suddenly the candles in the pumpkins around the room were flickering to the beat of this aged artist, Willie Nelson. Then absorbing the sting from between my slender legs when I saw evidence of another rising star. Filling my emotional body with extreme drama after seeing Jimmy in a pumpkin thong. Provoking me to engage him properly that sent me in-to-another sacred haven. 

"Oh, Jimmy," I cried out, luring him over to me with a squeamish hunger, appetite, for a slice of his delightful pumpkin pie. 

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Jimmy asked, losing the thong and parting my moist lips with a special purpose. 

"Oh Jimmy, you're not going to back out now are ya?" Literally backing out. 

"No."

"Besides Jimmy." Reaching up to caress his broad shoulders, "Besides I'm sure John is probably seducing a pretty girl half our age right now," I added, luring his lovely lips to mine with a lusty look. 

"I guess so, Penny." Loving on my slightly tilted neck with such a stern deep penetration of his own. And cold hands toppling over my splendid youthful bosoms that were showing signs of being chilled as they shimmer of sheer delight in the midst of Jimmy's large hands. 

It wasn't easy trying to manage his hungry appetite and a kiss through a plastic hole, but I somehow managed. Knowing I only had to put up with this foolish mask for only another five more minutes. Then suddenly I begin to realize that it was the stimulation of our masks that delivers this hot adventurous love through our open pores, giving us both this needed strength to overcome the odds....

Visioning the lad and me getting it on every night with a different mask to engage in, and to strengthen our heated bodies. To the brink of a whole new adventure that renders a newer vision every night, while we continue to sew our hot seeds in the dwelling of such a marvelous creation of god. 

"Penny, I wish for you to be my mistress even after John comes home, okay?" he said, as my naked body was still throbbing away. 

"Mummm, yeah," I said. After we'd come home from my company Halloween Party to engage in raw and untamed sex with our masks on. And to learn quickly that Jimmy was more appealing in bed than John was, and not at all a dead fuck! 

John did come home six months later, but only to feel the passion and glory that someone else had altered. Sensing the nature of another youngster growing inside me that has me baffled, worried, and often extremely protective for a few months longer. Despite all the timely adventures John and I sought each and every night upstairs in the exotic room that which, reveals a glimpse of death. Then leaving for the graveyard across town to further advance our creativity and throbbing hormones atop the crisp leaves and warm ground that Jimmy and I pride ourselves on. Wondering how I could possibly conceive an infant with a young deceased soul and his seeds that I continue to feel deep within and stirring magnificently in my stomach. 

"Oh, Jimmy. I do hope this child inside me looks exactly like you do right now," I said, shifting my eyes gently around the eerie tombstones. 

Allowing the lad to engage me in the manner in which two people in love could. And in a sexual form of an orb that continues to develop the need. Though I felt once again his romantic hands and soft dry kisses to accompany the slow energetic thrusts to my pubic region. 

"Mum, you're just as good as the first time I tasted you, Jimmy darling."



Trick and Treat



Erin here again, with another story that I think you will like. This one happened at Halloween time on the night of trick-or-treat in our town.

This was after the little incident with Kevin and his friends (see the story 'Erin Goes Anal') and Kevin and I had long since broken up. He and I called it quits that summer and I had spent a couple of months essentially alone, occasionally going to bed with a few guys but nothing too serious.

I had remained single through the first month of school but I was starting to get the itch to have a reliable source of cock in my life. There was this guy named Adam at my school and one day in the library we started talking and he asked me out. I let him take me out a few times, to the movies and to dinner. We had made out a few times but I hadn't let him take me to bed. For some reason to this day I will let a random guy fuck me the first night I meet him if I'm in the mood but I make my boyfriends wine and dine me a bit. I'm such a little bitch sometimes!

After those few dates Adam had passed my little test and I planned on fucking him the next time I had the chance. It looked like it was going to be the night of trick-or-treat, at a party that the girls were organizing. Those things were always fuck fests and they put 'Party' on the invitation simply because calling them what they were, essentially orgies, just wouldn't do.

My plans to fuck him that night were thwarted when I learned that my parents had been invited to a Halloween party of their own and they pulled the 'parent' card and trumped my plans. My dad is really a nut for Halloween and he goes all out decorating our house like most people decorate for Christmas. He put tombstones in the yard, hung spiders from the eves and turn our little front porch into the entrance to a haunted house. When the little kiddos came to our home to get candy, they had to walk into our little 'porch of horrors' to do so. More often than not my mom and I would stand behind the door and pass out candy through the top window that was removed for the occasion and my dad would sit in a chair pretending to be a dummy. When the kids got their candy he would move and scare them – it's corny but it's my dad.

So when my parents told me of their plans and informed me that I was on my own manning the candy door this year there was no way that I was going to be able to go to the party. When I told Adam he was disappointed to say the least; he knew what the party we were going to was all about. I suggested that instead of going to the party by himself that he come over to the house and help me pass out candy, and he seemed a little reluctant. But when I told him that after trick-or-treat was over we would have a few hours to ourselves before my parents returned he changed his tune and quickly agreed. I told him to be at my house at six and make sure he was dressed for the occasion.

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When the day of trick-or-treat came, I came home from school and hopped in the shower. I shaved my legs to make them smooth for Adam and then shaved my little pussy to give him a little surprise. When I was finished shaving I stood in the shower playing with my now bald pussy, rubbing my clit and slipping a finger or two inside me. I stopped before making myself come, not wanting to get myself going this long before the chance for satisfaction came.

I hopped out of the shower and dried myself off. I stood in the bathroom naked and rubbed lotion all over my tight body then sprayed my perfume in all the spots that I expected to have Adams face in that night. I then put on my make up and got into my Halloween costume – this year I was dressing up as a cheerleader! 

Six o'clock came and my parents were on their way out of the house when Adam arrived. My mom and dad looked great; dad was going as a cowboy with a big hat, leather vest and really authentic looking cowboy boots and mom was going as an Indian princess dressed in a tanned leather dress, knee high leather boots and a little headdress! They would win best costume for sure! 

Adam's costume was great too – he came as Zorro complete with the mask and sword! My parents told us to have fun and got into their car and drove off. I kissed Adam hello, and then kept on kissing him more and more passionately. Our mouths opened and our tongues met as the intensity rose. I pushed my body against his and could feel his erection already starting to grow in his pants. My pussy was starting to tingle as well and Adam was rubbing my tits through my top. Just when it felt like we were about to lose control and go for it right there, the doorbell rang and our first trick-or-treater had arrived. We broke out embrace and took our positions behind the door to pass out candy.

Passing out candy was so much fun, I love looking at all the little kids in their costumes. They were all so proud of themselves and so happy to be out dressed like their favorite super hero, athlete or princess gathering candy. A few of them were scared to come onto our porch but the majority of them didn't think twice as they ran up to the door and cried out their chorus of "Trick or treat!"

Adam seemed to be enjoying himself too and told me that he had never passed out candy before since his family lived out of town and no one ever came to their door. We talked and reminisced about our Halloween memories, out favorite costumes from our youth and about the biggest bounty of candy we had ever come home with at the end of the night. When we had little breaks between kids we would kiss, keeping the embers of our lust stoked for later. Sometimes he would grab at my breasts and sometimes I would give his cock a little squeeze but the kids kept coming and we were never able to get too into it before we had to stop and give out goodies.

After a while our candy bowl was running low. I left Adam at the door to tend to the kids and went into the kitchen to fetch more treats. While I was in there a nasty little idea of how to mess with Adam came to mind and I slipped my panties off. I had them hidden in my hand when I came back and filled the bowl with Sweet Tarts, Air Heads and of course mini-Snickers bars.

I was still hiding my little panties in my hand when the next group of kids approached and when Adam wasn't looking I tossed them into the bowl of candy. The kids, one dressed as a dinosaur and the other as a unicorn, called out "Trick or treat" and Adam reached into the bowl to get them their reward. His hand settled on the silky material of my panties and for a minute he wasn't sure what he was touching, then I saw a look of shock come across his face. Startled, he looked over at me. I smiled my little mischievous smile at him and winked – his reaction had been just what I was hoping it would be.

When the kids left he was all over me, putting his hands under my skirt and going for my pussy. He slid a finger inside me and commented on how wet I was. I melted into his touch, my pussy aching to be penetrated by more than just one of his fingers. We heard more kids approaching and he quickly withdrew his finger from inside me, much to my dismay. I hadn't realized just how badly I needed fucked.

For the next half hour the traffic at our door was steady and both of us were handing out candy to keep the bags presented to us filled with treats. Once again we were running low on supply and I again went to the kitchen to get some more candy. On my way back to the door I stopped in the doorway to the living room, and called to Adam. When he looked my way I pulled my skirt up, showing him my shaved pussy. He stared at me wide eyed, not believing what he was seeing. I ran my hand down between my legs and stuck a finger inside myself, feeling how incredibly wet I was. I pulled my finger out, dropped my skirt back into place and rejoined Adam at the door.

"That was sexy as hell," he said to me out of the corner of his mouth. He was looking at the kids, placing candy in their bags but talking to me. The kids on our porch turned to leave as the next group waited for them to leave to take their place. In those few seconds I put my hand to his mouth and put the finger that had recently been in my pussy into his mouth.

He sucked on my finger, tasting me. I had let Adam finger me a couple of times before but this was the first time that he had tasted me. He licked my finger clean and released it from him mouth, just in time for the next round of candy handouts.

I moved my mouth close to his ear and whispered, "I want to fuck you so bad." My hand was on his cock, hidden to the kids on the porch by the bottom of the door. I could feel that he was fully erect beneath his costume and knew that he wanted to fuck me as well.

I was so turned on, I had to have some cock and I had to have it now. "Oops," I said. "I dropped some candy." I slid off the stood I had been sitting on and got down on the floor. Of course I hadn't dropped anything; I was going to suck Adam's dick right there and then.

Adam kept right on handing out candy, oblivious to my plans. I positioned myself between him and the door, knowing that I would be shielded from view by the bottom solid bottom half of the door that was still in place. His costume pants were held up by a draw string and I untied it, slid his pants down a bit and saw that his cock was straining against his underwear. I mouthed his cock through the material, biting on it in softly. If he was surprised he never showed it, he just kept on handing out candy to the happy trick-or-treaters. 

I had never seen Adam's cock, had only rubbed it through his jean when we were making out, and I moved to remedy that. Careful not to snag his prick on the elastic of his underwear, I freed his cock. It stood at attention and the solo dark eye at the end of his penis stared back at me. 

His cock was a nice size, not too big and not too small – just the right size for a small girl like me. I put him in my mouth and sucked on him hard, feeling his cock jump at the pressure. I held my lips around him and used my tongue on the tip of him, swirling his head in my mouth and licking at the entrance to his hole. His hips bucked and I knew he was enjoying himself.

Slowly I slid my mouth down his cock, taking more and more of him into my mouth. I may be a little girl with a little mouth, but I know how to deep throat a cock even bigger than the one I was currently working on. I worked him into my throat slowly, feeling it open up to accept all that I was sticking in my mouth.

I reached the base of his cock, my nose buried in his wiry pubic hair. Adam wavered with the surprise feeling of having his entire cock in my mouth. He had just finished giving treats to our current guests and when he said "Happy Halloween" I heard his voice crack.

I began to really work on his cock, moving up and down slowly, taking all of him inside my mouth. At the end of each stroke I released him from my mouth and sucked the strands of spit that clung to his cock back into my mouth. I licked around his head, up and down his shaft getting him totally wet with my saliva. My mouth worked on him the way that I wanted to, him powerless to do anything but stand there and let me have my way with him.

I teased him, pleased him and gave him the best blowjob I knew how to give – which my other boyfriends had told me was extremely good. I sucked him into my mouth, putting him all the way into my throat and holding him there. I worked my tongue over the base of his cock and opened my mouth as wide as I could, slid out my tongue and flicked it against his balls. Adam's knees buckled at this sensation and he had to catch his balance against the door. I knew that if I kept this up he would cum soon and there was no way I was going to let him finish without first sticking that thing inside my wet pussy.

When the current group of kids had gotten their candy and turned to leave, I released Adam's cock from my mouth and stood up. We kissed, passion infused in our exchange, tongues forced into each others mouth. My partner obviously wanted me as much as I wanted him. I decided that I couldn't wait for that either, I had to feel his cock inside me now.

I controlled my lust long enough to smile at the costumed cuties who were standing at the door, arms extending and bags held open to accept the candy that Adam dropped in them. When they turned to leave, I turned as well putting my back to Adam. I pulled my skirt up in the back and pushed my bare ass against his rigid prick. I slithered against him, feeling his cock rub between my ass cheeks.

I went up on my tip toes and Adam guided his cock into me. His hands grabbed my hips and he pulled himself deeper inside my pussy. The feeling was awesome, just what I needed, and I held him there feeling him fill me. If what we were doing was obvious to the kids at the door, they didn't show it. They collected their treats and left to move on to the next house.

Adam began to thrust inside me, our lower bodies obscured from the outside by the bottom of the door. It was his turn to take me and I stood still as he slowly slipped his cock in and out of my tunnel. He filled me quite nicely and when he was all inside me I had that sensation that a woman gets only when she is filled to the brim with man meat.

We had to fuck slowly and stop moving against each other when we had to hand out candy, but in between Adam fucked me with fast, desperate strokes. He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Your pussy feels so good. I have wanted to fuck you so bad and this feels amazing." I didn't answer him verbally; I just shoved my hips back against his in response.

A last minute rush of kids came to the door and when they left I looked at the clock and saw that it was after eight; closing time. I reached over and flicked off the porch light, indicating that we were now closed for business. I slid off of Adams cock and closed the inside door; we finally had the privacy we had both been anxiously awaiting.

"Lay down," I ordered.

"Where?" Adam asked.

"Right here." He did as he was commanded, lying on his back on the floor just inside my front door. 

I stood over him, my feet on either side of him. His cock was still fully erect and was shiny with my juices. I lowered myself down, took him into my hand and guided him inside me. I began to ride him, bouncing my small body up and down on his cock with hard strokes. Adam pushed his hips up too meet mine, ensuring that every inch of his cock penetrated me.

Adam pushed my top up and I finished removing it, exposing my bare tits. His hands caressed my breast as I fucked him furiously. My nipples were hard, totally extended and he rubbed them between his finger and thumb. Out of nowhere my orgasm hit me and I threw my head back, loud moan escaping my lips. I kept on riding him through my orgasm and after, not breaking my strike at all. My second orgasm came soon after and I had to stop, my legs were shaking too much to continue. I collapsed against him as I recovered.

My breathing returned to normal and we rolled over, switching positions, Adam now on top of me. I spread my legs as wide as I could but he wanted them spread wider. He took an ankle in each hand, pushing my legs back and opening my pussy even more. 

He fucked me much the same way as I had fucked him, crashing into me with long hard strokes. I had been fucked by men with even bigger dicks, nothing that I had had inside me to that point had hit all the right places inside me like Adam's cocks. I was cuming constantly, the line between where one orgasm stopped and another began was totally blurred.

My wetness was amazing and his cock glided in and out of me effortlessly. In the quiet house the only sounds were our heavy breathing, my loud moans of pleasure and the 'squishing' sound that my pussy made each time he pushed into me. He put my legs on his shoulders and my body rolled back until only my shoulders were on the floor. The angle the new position created caused his cock to slide over my g-spot with every push and I began to cum even harder.

I was cuming with such intensity and with such frequency that I was unable to catch my breath. I started to see spots and my head began to swim; just before I would have passed out, Adam released my legs and slid his cock from my pussy. I lay there panting, trying desperately to catch my breath.

He moved from between my legs and went over to the candy bowl; maybe he needed a Snickers to recover his strength? Adam came back over to me with a grin on his face and moved between my legs again. I felt him press inside me again, but not with his cock, and not with his fingers either. Adam had a lollipop in his hand and he was fucking me with the piece of candy.

It wasn't a bad feeling, not at all, just different. I could feel the bulbous end of it slip into me and wiggle around inside my stretched out cunt. He was fucking me expertly with the lollipop, pushing it inside me, pulling it out and rubbing its hardness over my clit.

Adam rolled me over onto all fours and pushed my torso down onto the carpet, leaving my ass sticking up in the air. I felt him enter me, not with the candy but with his cock again. He leaned over me with his dick inside me and cupped a breast in each hand. He started fucking me again, slow and deliberate this time. He pressed his cock completely inside me and he held it there, pushing against the back wall of my vagina, before pulling out of me completely and then re-entering me to repeat the action. 

My whole body felt on fire and I was sorry that I hadn't fucked him sooner – he was a great lay! I looked back at him over my shoulder and saw that the sucker that had been in my pussy was now in his mouth. I giggled at the sight of it, knowing that he was enjoying both tasting my pussy and fucking my pussy at the same time.

"That sucker good?"

"Very. You want a lick?" He pulled his cock out and replaced it with the sucker, moving it around inside me as he had done before, coating it with my juices. He withdrew it and held it out to me and I took it in my mouth. I enjoyed the taste of my juices and usually licked my fingers clean after masturbating but this was a totally different taste. The lollipop was strawberry and its flavor mixed very nicely with the flavor of my pussy. I lay there enjoying the taste in my mouth as Adam went back to work on me with his cock.

He grabbed my hips and this time he fucked me like he had before, hard and fast. I felt him slam into me again and again and almost immediately I was cuming again. He reached up and took the candy back from me. A second later I felt its round end pressed against my anus. You all know about my first anal experience and it wasn't the only time I had let my ass be fucked – probably half of my sexual encounters since that summer day included me taking it in the ass.

My muscles relaxed and I felt the familiar sensation of something slipping past my sphincter – I now had a lollipop in my ass. Adam continued to fuck my pussy with his cock and gently moved the sucker inside my butt. It was an interesting feeling and I love new experiences, especially of the sexual nature. I knew that Adam didn't have any experience with anal sex, we had discussed bits of our sexual history during our dates, but he knew about mine (the whole school knew about the time with Kevin and his friends). It wouldn't be long before I introduced Adam's cock to my ass but I didn't do it that night.

He was giving me extreme pleasure with his cock and so I felt like rewarding him with a little show. His hard cock was still pistoning in and out of my sloppy cunt and I reached back and took control of the lollipop. I pulled it from my ass and then slid in back in, working it in and out of myself, creating quite a demonstration for him. I pushed it inside my anus one last time and popped it out. I held it out to him and without hesitation he took it in his mouth. I didn't remove my hand though, and started using my fingers to play with my ass.




Trick and Treat



I stuck two fingers inside me, pushing them inside my back door as deep as they could go. Adam displayed his approval by ramping up the intensity of his thrusts. He was fucking me with everything he had, his balls slamming into my clit each time he sunk his dick into my pussy. The triple stimulation I was receiving – his cock in my pussy, my fingers in my as and his balls hitting my clit – caused me to lose control again. My body shook violently, wracked with pleasure.

Adam couldn't hold out much longer I knew and before he could ask the question, I told him to go ahead and cum inside my pussy (after my little gang bang, I had finally gotten myself on the pill). It didn't take him long to take me up on my invitation, he thrust inside me a few more times and then held himself deep inside me. He cried out and I felt his cock twitch inside me. The first stream of his cum splashed against the back of my pussy and it caused me to cum again – I just love the feeling of a man cuming inside me!

Again and again I felt jets of his hot jizz being deposited in my pussy. When he had stopped cuming he held himself inside me and massaged my tits in his hands. "That was intense," he said breathing hard. I pulled forward, causing his cock to slip from my pussy.

I pulled my fingers from my ass and slid them into my pussy, feeling the cum he had just deposited there. There was a ton of it in there, and it ran out past my hand and dripped onto the carpet. I took my fingers from inside me and put them in my mouth, tasting the mixture of his cum and my juice. I repeated the process and this time I offered my fingers to him, which he accepted.

When he had licked my fingers clean I rolled over and crawled over to where he knelt and took his softening cock in my mouth. Using my tongue I cleaned off all the cum from his dick, savoring the taste. As I worked on him, I felt him grow hard again in my mouth. I continued to suck on him until he reached orgasm for the second time that night – It was the least I could do after he had made me cum so many times that night. 

I let his cock slip from my mouth and looked at him. A weak smile was on his lips and he looked exhausted. "So Zorro, did you enjoy passing out candy tonight?"

He nodded at me. "Best Halloween ever. Way better than any I had when I was a kid, dressed up and going from house to house yelling 'Trick or Treat.'"

"Well," I said grinning, "You certainly gave this trick a treat."



Trick and Treat



It's almost Hallowe'en, and we're going to a costume party at a downtown bar. There are two bands playing, and you know a couple of the guys in one of them. We're meeting a few other people there, and we've decided to stay overnight at a hotel, so both of us can have fun and not worry about driving. Plus . . . a night alone in a hotel, with ensuite bathroom . . . oh, the possibilities!!!

We check in and get changed into our costumes. You have no idea what we're dressing as - once you were certain I wouldn't dress you as Big Bird, you gave me carte blanche. Heh heh. I help you change first, and you look extremely sexy and dashing as a high seas pirate. 

And then I tell you I need to go get ready, so you sit on the couch and pour yourself a vodka and Coke Zero. You know I don't wear much makeup, so you are pretty surprised when I emerge in a towel to grab something from my bag with my hair all wild and loads of green & black eyeliner, mascara, and berry stained, shiny lips. "Don't look, I'm not done yet," I tell you, slipping back into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I finally come out, not too sure if the costume I picked is okay. Maybe it's a little over the top . . .but you seem to like it. So much so, in fact, that you start kissing my neck and down to my breasts . . . my rather exposed breasts . . . and start to undo the corset. 

"Not now! We're already late, honey, and do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to lace up right? Let's go". You finish your drink, I finish mine (it was in the bathroom with me as I was getting ready, and I start laughing as I realize that you have gold glitter dust all over your chin and lips from kissing my breasts. "What's so funny?" you ask. "Oh nothing," I say. Let's see if anyone connects the dots!

It's already pretty packed when we get there. We find our friends and order some drinks. I plan on getting buzzed, but not totally drunk - a little more than malleable, a little less than my 40th. So . . . maybe no tequila! Several drinks later, you are nowhere to be found. I've been dancing, I knew you were chatting with the drummer between sets, and that's the last I've seen of you. Oh well, I know you can't be too far. 

I tell Sonia that I'm just going to the bathroom in case you come back & are looking for me, and head to it. There's a big line at the regular ladies room, but I remember the one that's hidden in the back room at the top of the stairs - there's a single men's and a single ladies. Score!! Occupied, but no lineup. The second band is playing and it's pretty loud, a sea of people, but they aren't as good as the front room band. 

Some girl dressed as a devil comes out of the bathroom and I'm just about to head in when I get pulled into the men's room. I'm about to start screaming until I realize it's you. You lock the door and push me against it, kissing me, slipping your tongue into my mouth. I can taste Jack Daniels, which I won't drink but love to taste on your tongue - it reminds me of our first few days together, the night at the Cumberland . . . mmmmm. 

You have my left hand held up against the door with your right, and your left hand is cupping my right breast, your thumb circling my nipple, making it stiffen and press against the blouse. Which is when you realize that this costume is designed to wear without a bra. I love the sound you make, then the wicked little chuckle that follows. 

You grab the cord of the corset and slowly pull, loosening the top enough to expose my erect nipple. As you bend your head to flick your tongue over my hardened flesh, I arch my head back, and caress the back of your head, pressing my chest towards you. I jump as the doorknob rattles, but it's so loud outside that I'm not worried anyone will hear us. 

I start pushing off your jacket and tugging at your shirt - I want to play with your nipple ring, which is clearly standing out through the thin fabric. I love it when you moan like that, when I tug at the ring with my teeth, flicking my tongue over your nipple, my hand on your chest. 

You pull away slightly, looking at me, still holding my hand against the door. You take my other hand and hold it against the door, pinning me, and you bend to kiss me again, running the tip of your tongue over my lips before slipping it into my mouth. Oh god, I love it when you take control like this, it just makes me want to beg for more but there's no point - you will take your own sweet time, teasing and touching, arousing me like you always do. 

After kissing and nipping my mouth and lips, you lean over a bit to kiss the side of my neck and nibble on my ear, whispering "I want you, I want to taste you, right now . . . " Yes, yes, yes is all I can think. The moment I felt your thumb on my breast, all I could think was I want to fuck you. Here. Now. And I could feel my pussy getting wet. After several minutes of making out, I know you could slip right inside. But that's not what you want. . . .

You release my arms, but I know you're still in control. You run your hands down the sides of my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing my hips, and then you're on your knees, hiking up my skirt which I hook into the belt to keep from falling back down. I eagerly part my legs, wanting to feel your touch, your fingers, your lips . . . I must be buzzed because I'm not even protesting and we're in a bathroom in a bar! 

I'm wearing a tiny thong, basically just a string with a scrap of lace. I'm so wet now that it's soaked, and I can barely stop myself from ripping it off to give you more access - not that there's much barring your way. You wrap your arms around my thighs, cupping my ass, a cheek in each hand, making me bend my knees a little so they won't lock. And then I feel your breath, and the tip of your tongue parting my lips gently, lightly licking and teasing me, slowly circling my clit but not actually touching it. 

You slowly, slowly slide your tongue back, darting into my pussy, opening me up and causing a flood of moisture to trickle out. I grip the counter with one hand, and press the other against the back of your head, thrusting my hips up at you, completely aroused by the way you're fucking me with your tongue, sucking my clit periodically, and squeezing my ass, pulling me closer. 

It's a good thing you're steadying me with your hands, and I have one holding the counter because my knees start to give as I have a shuddering orgasm, cumming in your mouth. Once I'm sure I can stand without my knees giving out, I pull you up and kiss you, tasting my wetness on your lips. I reach down to feel your cock, hard and straining against your pants. 

As I'm trying to figure out how these pirate costume pants come off, you kiss me, hard, and then say in your best pirate voice "I believe you have some cock to suck, wench. Arrrr!". We both laugh for a minute, but I can't wait to taste you and I bend to lick the tip of your cock which is already dripping pre-cum. You know how that turns me on and seconds later, I am on my knees, taking the head of your cock in my mouth, my right hand on your shaft, teasing you by not taking you all the way in. 

I take my mouth away, pressing your cock up, and blow on your balls, then suck them into my mouth, one at a time, all the while holding your cock still, not giving it any stimulation. I can feel your hips begin to thrust, just a bit, knowing you're trying to control it but you can't. Suddenly, I relent and slide you all the way into my mouth. I love hearing that surprised gasp/moan - you totally weren't expecting that. 

I really start sucking you, wanting you to cum, rubbing your slippery cock - wet with pre-cum and saliva, taking you in, wanting you to fuck my mouth. But you have other ideas. You pull away, and pull me up, kissing me, turning me around, bending me over the little vanity, sliding the back of my dress up, and plunging your hard cock into my hot, wet pussy. 

I love the look on your face, I can see you behind me in the mirror. I reach down to play with my clit and you start pounding me, fucking me hard. It doesn't take long before I cum again, my spasming pussy squeezing your cock and I know you're close but I tell you to wait. 

Quickly, I turn around and kneel in front of you, taking your cock in my mouth, tasting both of us. With my right hand on your shaft, I look up at you, slide you out of my mouth and say "please?", then open my mouth to suck you back in. That's it, you thrust twice and cum in my mouth, the sweet saltiness exploding out in two big spurts that I swallow. I continue to suck and lick your cock, waiting for those post-orgasm tremors from you. 

It takes a while to get dressed and organized again, because we keep kissing and laughing. My thong is too wet to wear, so you insist on putting it in your pocket. I plan on being FAR away from you when you reach in for your wallet! Happy Hallowe'en.



Trick and Treat



Pulling up to my wife's coworkers house my phone beeps alerting me to an incoming text. I'm meeting her tonight for her coworkers Halloween party. All her coworkers will be there many of who I know and than other people I don't. She was coming from work to help set up for the party. 

I look down at my text and it is from my wife. " I had to run out and get a few last minute things with Jen. Go in and have a drink or two, I will see you in a few." One of those emoji kisses was attached to it. 

Last minute things? It 9:30 and it seems a lot of people are already here. I have been married to my wife Cara, for eleven years, and with her for 18. At 40 years old she still looks amazing. Standing at 5'4 with a beautiful brown hair and a nice full figure, and an ass I could caress for a thousand years. I am crazy for her and can't get enough of her. 

But Cara, I don't think feels the same for me. I know she loves me but I don't think she lusts for me. It hurts to feel this way. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I have a high sex drive and she does not. When we have sex it is good and sometimes very hot. But I feel as if I did not pursue it, we would not have it. I just want her to come out of her shell and surprise me once in a while. Make me feel as if she needs me sexually. 

So a last minute run to the store. I allow my mind to run and think, is she cheating on me? I mean she is sexy in a conservative way. And I know many of her male coworkers would just love to entice the wild side out of her. 

I doubt that though, and step out of the car and head inside. 

I wring the doorbell and I'm greeted by a sexy 20 something year old, Kelly, dressed as a bumble bee. She squeals hello and pulls me into her and hugs me. Geez she smells good and her body feels nice up against mine. She pulls me inside and introduces me to some of the other party goers. I know Kelly well as she is a good friend of my wife's and she makes me feel comfortable among everyone. 

She is not the owner of the house that we are at. That is a newly married young couple Jill and Dave. My wife is not crazy about Jill or her husband, but all her coworkers came tonight so we did too. 

I am chatting some people up and taking in some of the costumes. A Fred Flintstone, a sexy cop and robber couple, some naughty witches, Batman and Wonder Woman among many others. Across the room I see a good looking blond dressed in a nurse uniform. Of course the red fishnets and red heels match the red lip stick. She glances at me and turns away. 

Kelly notices her looking and tells me that is Lexxa, the new girl in work. "Everyone says she is a blond headed Cara." I look again and say, "Oh yeah Cara told me about the new girl and everyone saying they could be sisters." Just this time I remember I have no idea what my wife's costume is, as she wanted it to be a surprise. I'm guessing something that will cover her body up, as that is her usual costume. 

I text Cara asking where she is. Her response was "On way back now, John had to get gas." John, I thought she was with Jen. "Wtf thought you were with Jen. " Her response was no doubt made to make me jealous and tease me. "Relax Johns a young stud he can handle both of us. Oh and stay away from Lexxa, she looks like me, don't want you hooking up with her and saying it was me, plus she thinks you're cute." Again with that kissing emoji. Was she flirting with me or trying to piss me off? 

I looked up in time to see Lexxa looking at me again. Man sometimes a guy could wish he was single. I would love to get with this girl, or the many young hotties in this party. I was getting a semi just thinking about what a crazy night I could have. I go to walk into the kitchen and need to squeeze past Lexxa. My back to her as I do, I feel a hand grab at my ass. I turn around and she quickly turned. Do I say something or just let it be? Honestly it feels amazing to have a woman want me, but I'm married and would not stray. 

My phone beeps again and my wife said, "I'm here now, Johns done with us, he is a horse, see if you can find me." Ha she is funny tonight and has me feeling sexed up and eager to play her game. "I will find you, but first I think I'm going to take your friend Lexxa upstairs and fuck her in one of the bedrooms, she keeps staring at me." "Dare you." Was her response. Hmmm wow my wife was really acting it up tonight. This was what our marriage needed, a little spice. "Don't dare me, she is hot that would be fun to get her from behind. She has some ass." I watch the screen as it looks as Cara is typing, then her response appears. " Do it, walk up to here grab her hand and take her upstairs. Don't say a word to her. Just pull her upstairs. Let her see what I get to have whenever I want." Geez I'm hot as hell reading this from my usually conservative wife. I answer her text, "Umm your crazy tonight, I'm not sure you would want that. Why don't you come and find me and take me upstairs instead. Could be very hot and exhilarating." 

I get no response so I start looking all around for my wife. I walk past Lexxa again and she grabs my hand and pulls me to follow her. Her back is turned and I just stare at her figure. She is so sexy in her costume. She walk me upstairs and opens a bedroom door and pushes me in. It's dark in the room and my eyes are trying to adjust when I feel her grab my face and start kissing me. Holy shit this is so hot but I can't do this. I stop her and tell her she has to stop. "you are so fucking sexy and I want you so bad, but I could never do this to Cara. She grabs at my cock and whispers in my ear. "I love you so much." And then drops to her knees undoing my pants. 

Loves me so much. That voice, it's Cara. I run my hand along the wall and find the light switch. I turn it on to see this beautiful blond raven gobbling down my member. She smiles up at me and now looking at her face I see my wife. For what feels like forever I have asked my wife to get a wig one day and surprise me. Always being met with a yeah uh hum. Well she picked a heck of a day to do it. 

She is lustfully giving me head, taking her time and allowing me to enjoy this moment. When I feel her tongue swirl around my head there is no doubt it's Cara. She can make me week in the knees with that move. She takes close to my entire 7 inches in to her mouth and I feel like I'm going to burst. She continues to work my cock and I am in absolute heaven, but know if I don't stop her soon I will be spent. I can't believe we are doing this in someone else's house. The rush I'm getting from it is hard to describe. I look down at my wife and she looks up at me with my cock in her mouth. 

I place my hand around her chin and guide her up to a standing position. I give her a deep passionate kiss. Tasting our lust for each other at this moment. "I want to fuck you so bad Cara, like nothing I have ever felt before. I pull away and drop to my knee to go down on my beautiful wife. She grabs me and pulls me up. Looking me in the eye she grabs my cock and says just fuck me. I need it so bad right now.

I take my pants off and move my wife's thong to the side and lift her up and on to my raging hard on. Pushing her against the wall as I enter her, she lets out a sigh as I do and than says, "holy shit I'm coming already." It turns me on so much and makes me drive into her with a desire like non other. We hear people in the hallway outside and I don't even think of stopping. Cara is digging her nails into my shoulder and talking into my ear. "fuck me, fuck me, you feel so good inside me, I needed you like this so bad." Her words drive me on and I want nothing more than to make this the most passionate night of our lives. 

I can feel myself getting close and I want her in a 100 different ways but this position up against the wall driving into hear is so sexy and hot. She looks at me and says stop. "I want you to fuck me on this bitches bed." I look around and take in that we are in Jill and Dave's bedroom. My adrenaline shoots up another level and I can feel my heart beating in my throat. I pull out of her and put her down. Standing against her pinning her against the wall. "You're one hot little freak tonight. But I like the idea. Get over there and get on all fours, I want you from behind." She gives me a wicked smile and walks over jumps on the bed seductively looking at me. 

I slowly stroke my self and just take her in. She is so beautiful and sexy and i'm amazed at how attracted to her I am. I walk over to her and before I get behind her I present my cock to her mouth and say, "taste yourself on me." She knows how hot I think this is and takes me very slowly into her mouth, licking my entire member. 

Now I get behind her and place myself at her entrance. I slide right in as she is as wet as I have ever seen her. She does not even give me a chance to take her she starts pushing against me fucking me with aggression. I know we are both close. "Ride my cock Cara, make us come, come on baby make me explode for you. This is your dick, own it, claim it as yours." My words make her drive into me harder and harder. She is taking me deep into her. Her thrust are strong against me body. I grab at her hips as I feel my balls begin to tighten. I drive into her like made she knows I'm about to bust. I place my thumb against her asshole and push it in. She immediately starts coming and I can feel her flower pulsating on my cock. I explode with my wife and we collapse on the bed, giggling at what just transpired. 

We both know how hot this was. I stand up and my wife says, "thanks officer, when we get home maybe we can use those handcuffs and your billy club again." I laugh remembering I'm dressed as a cop tonight. I stand her up and give her another deep passionate kiss. "I love you Cara, more than you could ever know. We get dressed and I look at the bed. A wet mark from our love making sits in the middle of the bed. I wink at Cara and say, "fuck those two. That bed will never see action like that from them." 

We walk out and head downstairs. As we get on the stairs Jill is walking up them. She stops us both and asks us if we are having fun. We say of course and your house is beautiful. She smiles and thanks us. "You really should see the bed we just got. It's a grand slay bed, come see it. "We look at each other and smirk as she leads us to her room. As she opens the door we notice that we left the bed a mess. The blanket is all over and of course the mark. Jill huffs, "what the fuck happened in here." We try and look surprised. "did you guys see someone up here, what the, it looks like someone spilled a drink or something." "No" I say, "we came up in the hallway to call and make sure are kids went to sleep ok." "Shit we just got this bed. It was delivered this morning, we did not even sleep in it yet." 

We all went downstairs and joined the party. We found Kelly and she laughed as she was in on my wife being Lexxa. I even meet the real Lexxa. She was hot and indeed looked like my wife. After a few hours of partying we said our goodbyes and headed home. In the car my wife told me all the things she was going to do to me when we got home. She was so sexy tonight. I drove on the rest of the way home thinking, what if I did not push her away when she was pretending to be Lexxa? Would I be fighting with her now rather than basking in the glow of one of the most erotic moments of our relationship. Lucky for me I'm a good guy and love Cara for life. 



Trick and Treat



My daughter Tracy was coming home on November 1st. That meant Halloween was my last chance to get laid before she arrived (Not that I would have the balls to make it happen, mind you, but a man can dream). I've never been the "Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am" type, but maybe tonight was my night, I thought. Tracy's mother and I were happily married for seventeen years- or at least I was. Turns out she was screwing her yoga teacher behind my back. It's been two years since she packed up our daughter and moved to the other side of the country. Two years since I've seen Tracy. But now that she was eighteen, she wanted to come stay with me for a while. If it was up to me, she never would have gone in the first place, but letting her go seemed easier than putting her through the pain of watching her parents fight over her.

But that was then. And now wasn't the time to worry about it. Now was the time to get dressed for the Watson's annual Halloween party.

I walked into the party in my usual Halloween costume: A black and white striped prison outfit, complete with matching hat. The music was loud, the guests drunk. Marcus Watson greeted me with the kind of hug he only handed out after a few shots of tequila. It was in this embrace that I saw her for the first time. Even with her back to me, her crop-topped cheerleader outfit was enough to stand out in the sea of "sexy-this-or-thats" that populated the party.

I politely pushed Marcus off of me, directing his affections to another partygoer, then made may way to the far side of the room. Surely I wouldn't have the guts to actually speak to her, but I could still move in for a closer look.

She was amazing. Blazing red hair pulled up into two curly pigtails, A cropped cheerleader top which exposed the sensual curve of her back, a matching pleated skirt that barely covered her ass (which had to be firm to hold the skirt up like it did) and long, sculpted legs leading down to folded over socks and sexy tennis shoes. I never found tennis shoes to be sexy, but I'll be damned if these ones weren't!

I had to see her from the front. I slowly made my way around the group she was talking to (a skeleton, a slutty nurse, and a cop) and was shocked to see she was wearing a mask. A mask similar to those worn at Victorian balls. Her entire face was covered save for her plump red lips. An odd contrast for the rest of her costume, but the colors matched. Besides, who am I to judge fashion? I've worn the same jailbird costume six years running.

She glanced at me, and I, true to character, shyly turned away. Did she smile at me, or was it a trick of the light? I had already put too much distance between us to see (had I even dared to look back).

The next hour or so was rather uneventful. Small talk here, a spotting of the redheaded cheerleader there. It felt like a game. Every time she caught me looking at her, she would smile and I would quickly depart the room, only to have her turn up in the new room to continue our dance. Why did I keep running? Because after sixteen years of marriage, and two of voluntary celibacy, I had no idea how to talk to her... so running was the obvious alternative.

I thought I finally lost her as I sat by the bar in the basement, a slutty cat and a vampire making out beside me. I was slowly sipping my drink when I felt something tickle the back of my neck. Before I had the chance to even flinch the words "I want you." were whispered in my ear. The breathy heat sent goosebumps down my spine. "Please," the voice whispered again.

I slowly turned to find the redheaded cheerleader standing behind me. She bit her lower lip as she twisted her left toes into the floor. Her green eyes peaking seductively through the mask. God, she couldn't have been any older than my daughter. Why had she singled me out?

I couldn't say a word. She leaned in close again, resting his hands on my shoulders and pressing her cheek to mine. "Take me upstairs," she whispered, "or I'll take you." I was in shock. Sure, I wanted to jump to my feet, scoop her up, and run to the nearest bedroom, but I couldn't even muster a single word let alone a rom-com action scene.

She pouted and my heart melted. She turned to walk away and my stomach dropped. Next thing I knew I was on my feet. She looked back over her shoulder at me with a smile and reached back for my hand. She led the way seamlessly through the crowd, weaving us around groups, in between conversations, and up two flights of stairs.

My heart was beating out of my chest in anticipation. She walked slowly, as if she wanted me to have time to anticipate what was to come. And anticipate I did.

She stopped at the first bedroom door she came to and pressed her ear against it. My knees were already shaking. She smirks back at me and shook her head, whispering "Taken," Then continued down the hall. The second door was slightly ajar, and proved to open to an empty room. She led me inside, closing the door behind us.

The redheaded cheerleader stood in front of the bed, her hand (seemingly on its own accord) running softly across her exposed midriff. She motioned for me to join her. Grabbing me by the shirt, she pulled me so close I was expecting a kiss. Instead she stopped just shy and whispered again "I want you to taste me," then she sat on the edge of the bed. She slowly spread her legs and pulled up her cheerleader skirt, revealing a complete lack of panties. She gave my shirt a gentle downward tug, and I was on my knees in front of her. "Please" she whispered again.

I leaned in and gently licked her bare pussy. I couldn't believe this was happening. Her moan brought me back to reality. Another lick, another moan. With that I accepted this as fact, and began my work. She ran her fingers through my hair and adjusted herself to better accommodate me.

As her orgasm grew closer, her hips slowly started to buck. "Don't stop" she whispered through her moan. She fell backwards onto the bed as she came, I dug my tongue inside of her to taste the reward I had earned her. She tugged my face into her as she rode out the orgasm.

When she loosened her grip, I pulled back and got to my feet. She looked amazing laying on the bed, her legs spread, pussy glistening. "Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me, daddy." I paused. She smiled. "Don't you like it when I call you daddy?" she whispered. I was torn. I had never heard "daddy" in a sexual way (in person, anyway), but couldn't help but enjoy hearing it. She reached up and slowly pulled my pants down.

"Please," she whispered as she pulled off her top, letting her petite breasts free, "fuck me, daddy." She then laid herself back on the bed, scooting to a more central location on the bed. I crawled between her spread legs and my penis head quickly found her opening. She was tight, but was so wet I slid in with little effort. Our bodies moved together as if we had known each other forever.

"Just like that, daddy," She wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me in deeper as a squeal of excitement escaped her lips, "Oh God! Fuck me, daddy!"

She pulled my shirt off over my head, neither of us missing a beat in our rhythm. We sped up in unison, our eyes locked on each other as she came. "Fuck me harder, daddy!" I gave her all I had to drag out her orgasm until she was spasming beneath me. 

She patted my chest then rolled me over, "It's my turn". As she got to her knees she slid off her cheerleader skirt, leaving her mask the only piece of clothing between us. She straddled me, and reached down to help guide my penis to where we both needed it to go. As I slid back inside of her, I was in heaven. She began grinding herself against me. "Are you going to cum for me, daddy?" she whispered.

"S-Soon" was the first word I had uttered since she approached me at the bar.

She smiled and slowed her grinding. "I bet I know how to get you there" she said, in an almost familiar voice. She worked her hips in a circular motion on my cock. "Take my mask off."

I hesitated for a moment, partially enjoying the feeling of her slowly working me, partially knowing that once her mask was off, all of this was real. I slowly reached my hand up and found the bottom of the mask. She slowed her motion to a crawl. As I pulled off the mask, she bit her lower lip "Hi, daddy," said Tracy as she rode me slowly.

Suddenly her words took on a whole new meaning. They were no longer flirty teases but literal commands from my very own daughter.

I didn't know what to say, but my penis jumped inside of her. "I got in early and wanted to surprise you with a trick and a treat." The word "treat" accented with a harder thrust.

When she saw a glint of fear in my face she started to quicken her pace. Just enough to remind me of the joys that night had already given.

"Tracy! Th-this is..."

"Amazing." She cut me off.

She was right. It was the best feeling I had ever felt. My mind didn't know whether to be angry or not, but my body had already decided.

"Do you like my hair?" she asked as she lifted both pigtails between sighs then let them cascade back down. "I thought I would have a better chance at seducing you," she shuttered and sped up "As a redhead than my natural blonde."

She sped up her swiveling hips. "Do you like it, daddy?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Do you like fucking me, daddy?"

"Yes."

"Then do it, daddy. Fuck me. Make your little girl cum again."

With that request I let my hands slide up her legs. Tracy leaned in and braced her hands on my chest as my hands found their way to her tight ass. I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder against me.

"Yeah, daddy. Fuck me. Cum in me, daddy. Please come for me."

Hearing those words from her mouth was all I needed. We both continued pumping as I shot her full of my juice. Me cumming brought her another orgasm, after which she collapsed onto me.

"Thank you, daddy." She said as she kissed me.

"Why?" was all I could think to ask.

"Because I love you, and you love me," she kissed me again. "Does there need to be more of a reason than that?"

As it turned out for us, there didn't. Tracy never went back to her mother's house and I never had to go out looking for a woman to bring home. Maybe deep inside I recognized her voice through the whispers and the moans. Maybe I recognized the shape of her body or the color of her eyes and just fooled myself into missing it. But her Victorian mask hangs above our bed to this day. The mask that revealed the truth of the rest of my life.



Trick & Treat for Wifey



My wife had arranged for a babysitter and plans were made for our first big night on the town for what seemed like forever. We were going to rendezvous with a few of my co-workers at the club for a Holloween party. I told my wife that I needed to know her dress size and shoe size and that I would surprise her by picking out a sexy costume for her to wear. She had no idea how big of a surprise I had in store for her! 

My wife always complained about the way she looked after the baby came because she didn’t have time to work out as much she’d like, but all my friends and co-workers thought I was a lucky bastard for having such a hot looking wife. Suzy is only five foot three, has the most beautiful greenish-blue eyes, blond hair, small firm perky little breasts, and the nicest ass I’ve ever seen. Although we’ve been together for a long time, our sex life is fantastic. We’ve been able to keep things hot by using vibrators and dildos, watching porno movies, and lately by talking about our fantasies about having group sex. Although my wife gets really hot about talking about bringing in a third party (male or female) we never really acted on the fantasies. That was all about to change.

We were sitting around watching “Real Sex” on HBO one night and a vignette came on about a traveling band of strippers that perform at halls. What was unusual about the strippers was that they would rent halls, sell tickets and then have two shows going on simultaneously with male strippers performing for women and female strippers performing for men in different parts of the hall. What was interesting for me was that there was a lot of raunchy sexual contact right on the stage and in the audience and all the strippers (and most of the patrons) were black. I was really getting turned on looking at the hot black women shaking their big asses, grinding on guy’s laps and just plain looking sexy. 

My wife was transfixed at the muscular black guys and kept saying “oh my god, look how big his cock is.” 

I don’t know what was hotter, all the sex acts on the screen or the fact that my wife was drooling over someone else’s big dick! Needless to say our lovemaking that night was very hot and I had inspiration to try to make our threesome fantasies (or at least my threesome fantasy) a reality.

I knew we were going out for a holloween party and that we’d get pretty hammered, I also knew that we had a baby sitter for the night and we were free to get wild. And get wild we did! I called a few of the local “entertainers” and “escort services” and was finally able to find a male stripper that would, for the right price, “perform” for my wife. I went to the local Fredericks of Hollywood and with the assistance of a very attractive young lady, found the perfect schoolgirl costume for my wife. I bought a pair of white thigh-high stockings, white cotton panties, a red and black plaid mini (and I do mean mini) skirt and a tight white button down shirt. I also found the sexiest pair of black high-heeled shoes. I’m not a foot fetish guy, but these shoes were hot! Clunky four inch heels with platforms, black patent leather with a strap that goes from the back of her heel across to the front with a little buckle (alright, I dig stripper shoes what can I say). I was also able to get a little girl’s backpack/purse and some stylish black- framed glasses. I almost had a boner thinking how hot my wife would look in this outfit, with her hair done up in little pigtails and glittery make up.

I donned the cap and gown I wore when I graduated from law school (it still fit me after all these years) and carried a paddle (like a principal) and my wife was absolutely the hottest little schoolgirl of all time. Her legs and ass looked so hot in those high-heels, her thighs peeking out so invitingly over her thigh-high nylons, her shirt was tied up revealing her flat little tummy and sexy pierced navel. Suzy had what she called a “wonder bra” which was padded and pushed her tits together to really show off some nice cleavage. Her make up and hair were just perfect and everybody stared at her all night. 

Suzy loved the attention and was really hamming it up with me spanking her and when she hit the dance floor all eyes were on her. I was proud that she looked so good and that she made guys hot for her (and envious of me). I commented several times when guys were looking at her ass and tits and kept telling her how hot she was and that I wanted to fuck her right there at the bar. 

It was only about 10:30 and although Suzy was feeling no pain, she did not want to go home yet. I had to pry her away from our friends and all her new admirers and Suzy’s pouting little lips turned into a sly smile when I told her I was just too horny and that I had to fuck her right now. I told her we were going to go get a hotel room so that I could do it right. Suzy was also horny and was putting on a show for me by pinching her nipples and spreading her legs in the seat next to me as I drove. I went into the lobby and acted like I was checking in, but I had already checked in earlier that day and had the room key in my wallet. I spoke to the clerk about sending up a bottle of champagne to our room and escorted my hot little wife to the room. 

We got in the room and immediately started making out and groping each other. I resisted my temptation to just rip her clothes off and fuck her, but I looked at my watch and saw that it was almost 11:00. I had made arrangements for a big surprise for Suzy at 11:00. Suzy took off her shirt and bra, but I talked her into putting the shirt back on and just leaving it unbuttoned at the top so I could lick and suck her hard nipples. Suzy danced in front of me as I sat in a chair I had pulled away from the desk that was in our room. As she stuck her sweet as in my face I lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and stuck my face in her warm crack. I was amazed at how sweet her ass and pussy smelled and how wet her pussy was when I licked it. I was just noticing that she was freshly and completely shaven when I heard a knock on the door. 

“Police Officer, could you open the door please.” 

Suzy was startled and stood up and tried to cover up her breasts by crossing her arms. I got up (boner and all) and walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. I saw “Officer Steele” standing in front of my door, as anticipated, and noticed he was a big man. 

I Opened the door and said, “Can I help you?” 

Officer Steele walked in and asked me if Suzy (last named withheld) was here, I have a warrant for her arrest.” 

I said, “there must be some kind of mistake, I’m an attorney, my wife has never been in trouble.” 

Officer Steele looked at me and then at my wife who was cowering beside me and said “she may not be in trouble now.” 

Officer Steele told my wife to turn around and when she did he looked down at her sweet little ass and gave me a wink as he pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back and told her to sit down in the chair that he pulled towards the center of the room. 

My wife began to sniffle a little bit and I felt sorry for her because I could tell she was really scared. When the “Officer” started fiddling with the clock radio and turned up an R&B tune, I could tell that Suzy began to realize something was up. The uniform just said “police” without any city or county and the badge was plastic. Officer Steele was about six foot four, with huge arms and shoulders, and he looked like he could play tight end for the Chicago Bears. 

He began to dance a little and said “your husband told me you’ve been naughty.” 

Suzy realized she’d been had and started to laugh and cuss me out. As planned, Officer Steele had no intention of letting up though. As Suzy was trying to free her arms and telling us to let her go, Officer Steele began gyrating his hips in front of her and told her he wasn’t through with her yet. I could see though the Officer’s clothes that he had a huge package and when he pulled off his shirt, Suzy sat up and really started to look him up and down. Suzy wasn’t laughing anymore and I could tell she was digging this guy. 

I sat on the bed and watched as this huge black guy was putting on a personal show for my wife. He pulled off his pants and he had on a g-string/sock that covered his tool but it was obvious that he was very, very well endowed. 

Suzy was looking into this man’s eyes at first and then she looked at his chest, stomach, and then locked onto his enormous cock. As she watched his huge cock flopping up and down as he thrust towards her face, she bit her lower lip and I could tell that she was really getting horny. 

The Officer straddled my wife’s legs as stared at his cock and he began pumping his cock in the air and actually touching my wife’s head and face with his dick. Suzy turned her head to look at me as I moved down the bed to get a closer look and I could see him grab her by her pigtails and turn her to face him. He started gyrating slower and was licking his dark lips with his long pink tongue. He turned around and shook his ass in her face and then pulled the g-string off. I about hit the floor when he turned around and was buck naked in front of my wife. He started twitching his cock a few times and it wasn’t completely hard but it was huge! It had to be a full ten inches long, three or four inches wide, was about the color of milk chocolate all over (including the head) and he had a pair of huge, hairless balls. Suzy licked her lips and I could see her kind of gulp as she examined this huge cock for the first time as it was only inches from her lips. 

Officer Steele stopped dancing and just stood in front of my wife. He leaned forward and put his huge, shiny black cock head softly against my wife’s chin and lip. I could see her take a deep breath, slowly open her mouth, lean forward and take his head into her hot mouth. 

His dick was so big, and not quite hard that it kept slipping out of her mouth and rubbing across her face as he slowly thrust his cock forward trying to get her take it in her mouth. She ended up just licking and running her lips up and down his huge, veiny shaft and down toward his big balls. She looked longingly at me as I was pulling out my cock to stroke as he grabbed her head softly and pushed his big cock into her mouth. 

“Yeah baby, suck that big black cock" he said.

“Do you like my big black dick, baby?” he asked as he was slowly fucking my white little slut wife’s inviting mouth. 

My wife’s mouth was stretched to the max as she tried to accept all of his huge black dick in her mouth. His dick had grown so big that she could barely take 1/3 of his length in her mouth and she gagged several times trying to take more of it. 

Officer Steele was looking down at my tiny white wife sucking his big fat black cock and started telling me how hot my wife was, that he couldn’t wait to fuck her sweet pussy, and asked me if I enjoyed watching my wife suck his big dick. I was too horny for words at that point, I just nodded and kept stroking my cock. 

Suzy leaned back and Steele’s cock popped out of mouth and a long strand of pre-cum and saliva dripped down her chin and onto her heaving tits. 

She pulled her legs around him and put her thighs up on the arms of the chair and said “fuck me with that big black cock, officer!” 

I couldn’t believe my eyes- my wife was still wearing her skirt, nylons, white cotton panties, those sexy high heels, and she was begging to get fucked by a black man with an enormous cock that she knew for all of ten minutes. 

Steele grabbed her around the waist and threw her on the bed next to me face down. My wife scrambled to get up on all fours but ended up with her face buried in the covers and her ass up in the air because she still had the hand cuffs on. 

I turned to look at the absolute lust in her eyes and said “yeah, fuck that white pussy, man.” 

Steele commented on how sweet her ass was and that he was going to fuck that ass too. He pulled her panties off and pulled up on her waist to get her back on her knees with her ass in the air. He rubbed a thick black finger over her tight asshole and put it into her hot, shaved pussy. 

“Man, she’s ready to get fucked alright” he said as he put another finger into her pussy, making my wife moan in pleasure. 

Steele said, “I got to taste this little pussy first though” as he leaned forward and stuck his long, pink tongue on her clit and flicked a couple times. 

I got up and got behind my wife to admire the view when I heard a knock on the door. 

I heard a man’s voice say “room service” and I remembered the champagne. 

I looked down and saw a big black man spreading my white wife’s ass cheeks and devouring her dripping pussy as she moaned, writhed and bit the bedspread that was bunched up by her mouth as her face was pressed against the bed. I admired the curve of her back as her ass was up in the air and didn’t want to mess it up.

I said “don’t stop, I’ll be right back.” 

I looked out the peephole and saw a young man standing there holding a bucket of ice with the champagne and two glasses . I opened the door and said come on in. The guy was a little younger than I had thought, but he looked like he was of legal age. He was an athletic looking white guy, not quite six foot tall with short brown hair. He looked at the spectacle on the bed and nearly dropped the champagne. I acted nonchalant about it (like, “what, have you never seen a sexy little white slut wife getting fucked by a big black guy buddy?”) and asked, 

“How much do I owe you?” 

He just looked at my wife getting her pussy licked and ignored me. 

“My wife’s pretty hot, huh?” I said. 

I noticed that my boner was sticking out of my pants and pre-cum was dripping from the head. I gave the kid a couple of twenties and told him he could hang out for a while if he wanted. He looked at me and smiled as he stepped closer with me to get a better view. My wife was obviously cumming as she moaning, grunting, wailing and thrashing about with her ass in the air. Steele was sucking on her clit and making her squirm. 

“Honey, we got company!” I said, turning to the delivery boy. 

“I’m Rod,” he said, as he stepped into my wife’s view. 

She was in such a state that she didn’t care. 

Steele just nodded at Rod and stroked his cock to make it hard again. 

“Let’s all fuck this little white whore,” Steele said. 

Steele steadied my wife’s sweet white ass by softly grabbing her hips and rubbed his shiny boner over her clit, through her wet pussy lips and along her tiny asshole and ground the base of his cock and balls against her hot clit. His cock rested between her ass crack for a few seconds before he did it again. His dick got shinier with her pussy juices as he ran his big head over her pussy, parting her wet lips and slightly stretching her little asshole. His magnificent cock now filled her ass crack and his shiny head stuck into the air above her arching lower back as he ground the base of his cock into my wife’s pussy, pulling her hips towards him. Without even noticing it, I was now only inches from my wife’s ass and watching this black stud about to fuck my wife’s tight little pussy. 

I grabbed her ass cheeks and said “let me help you with that” under my breath as Steele grabbed his cock by the base and slowly put his huge cock in my wife’s tiny bald pussy. 

I actually held her ass steady and got right down there to see her pussy lips stretching to accommodate this big black boner. When Steele bottomed out in her pussy, my wife just let out a gutteral moan and I turned to see Rod stroking his cock with one hand and tweaking my wife’s nipple with the other. 

Steele pulled his cock all the way out and slamming it all the way back in and started to pick up the pace. I reached under my wife’s leg and started rubbing her clit with my fingers as she was getting fucked by the biggest black cock I had ever seen. I was overcome with lust and just had to lick that clit. I slid on my back under my wife and could feel Steele’s heavy balls hit me in the head and face as I positioned myself to suck my wife’s clit. I was able to stick my tongue out and press my wife’s hot, wet clit against the shaft of that big black cock. I just held my tongue there and could feel Suzy’s pussy and clit ride the contours of Steele’s shaft and head as she screamed that she was cumming again. I could feel my wife’s pussy convulsing as I pinned her clit against that throbbing cock. 

Steele pulled his cock out of her soaking wet pussy and said “I’ve got to fuck this ass now!” 

I noticed that he had his huge wet thumb buried in my wife’s ass as I got out from under her. He fucked her ass a little with his thumb as he looked at me. 

I heard my wife saying no, almost begging him not to fuck her ass. I have never been able to fuck my wife in the ass because my six-inch dick is too big and thick for her to take, but I wanted him to try to stick that big fat black cock in her tiny ass at that moment. As she was protesting I said no, we’ve got to stop now. 

Suzy said, “take these fucking cuffs off me and I want to suck that big black cock again, baby.” 

As we took off the handcuffs and pulled my wife up onto her unsteady legs, she smiled at Rod and grabbed his cock and started stroking it as she turned toward Steele. My wife kneeled down in front of Steele and grabbed his cock with both hands. 

She looked at his throbbing dickhead and then looked at me and said, “This fucking cock is so fucking wonderful.” 

She stuck out her tongue and licked her pussy juice off his shaft like she was licking a giant lollipop. She put that big black cock into her hot mouth as far as she could and began stroking his shaft with both hands. Rod and I crowded around next to her stroking our cocks as she expertly sucked that huge black dick. 

If I didn’t have “whisky dick” from all the booze I consumed, I would have shot my wad long ago. I was hoping Steele would hurry up and cum so that my wife could service me. My wife has never let me cum in her mouth before, so I was anxious to see what she would do as Steele was began groaning. 

Steele announced he was going to cum and my naughty little slut wife tightened her grip around his shaft and pressed her hands down to his balls, causing his cock head to turn very shiny and angry and nearly double in size. She pumped his cock slowly and looked at me as she opened her mouth slightly and stuck out her tongue a little bit to take his load. 

I heard Rod saying “oh my god, oh my god” and looked to see him stroking his cock furiously. His cock was a lot smaller and thinner than mine and he was just going to town on it right next to my wife’s face. 

My wife was obviously surprised by the sheer volume and force of Steele’s orgasm. Streams of thick white cum erupted from Steel’s shiny black cock head shooting into the air and into my wife’s mouth, and onto her face and hair. My wife leaned back and closed her eyes as the first wave of cum shot into her hair, across her face and into her mouth. Three or four more waves of hot cum found my wife’s eager mouth and she swallowed some and let some just drip down her face and chin and onto her sweaty tits. 

As she leaned forward to suck the rest of the cum out of Steele’s throbbing unit, Rod grabbed her forcefully with both hands on her neck and jaw and pulled her towards him. 

Rod shoved his dick in my wife’s mouth and fucked her face for about thirty seconds as he grunted and screamed that he was cumming. I could see my sweet little wife gagging and laboring to swallow Rod’s cum as he buried his cock to the hilt in her mouth again and again. 

I saw thick wads of cum leaking out around Rod’s dick and dripping and rolling down my wife’s chin and felt my own cock starting to spurt. 




Trick & Treat for Wifey Ch. 02



My special treat for my wife was really shaping up. I was just finishing my glass of champagne and noticed Rod, our bellboy, watching my wife intently. She had pushed Officer Steele down on the bed and began to stroke his chest and stomach as she straddled his muscular legs. I could tell she was playfully rubbing him down and talking quietly to him as she hovered over him. I moved closer to them just as my wife began softly kissing Steele's chest. She was looking up at him as she kissed softly towards his six-pack abs. 

Suzy stood up, looked at Rod and I and said "I'm ready for some more, how about you guys?" 

I just nodded and watched as she bent over, sticking her sweet little ass out, and grabbed Steele's semi-hard cock. She leaned over and stuck her tongue out and began licking his cockhead. She was looking right at me and smiling as she swirled her hot little tongue around his stiffening head. Steele sat up on the edge of the bed and Suzy squatted down and started pumping her hand on his dick as it began to grow and harden. 

I was starting to get excited again when my wife got down on her knees to make herself more comfortable to suck this black man's huge cock. She looked very wanton and horny, with her dress hiked up around her waist, her high-heels and stockings still on, and her mouth absolutely filled to the max with cock.

Suzy, slowly stood up, wiped the saliva off her mouth, and pushed Steele back on the bed with her hand. She then straddled him and put her right leg up on the bed next to his pelvis and held his boner up in the air and lowered herself slowly. She slowly waved Steele's dickhead back and forth against her pussy and clit. I was now standing behind her and began stroking my own cock as my wife stuck her ass out and looked over her shoulder at me and Rod and smiled wickedly. 

Steele reached up and started rubbing my wife's tits and leaned up to try to lick her nipples. Suzy let go of Steele's cock and crawled up on all fours and lowered her little titties into his mouth. Suzy slid backward down rubbing her bald pussy against Steele's rock hard abs. Suzy's sweet little ass made contact with Steele's huge boner and forced it straight up against her ass and back.

"Hold on, baby," I said as I went to lend a helping hand. I was reaching for my wife's hips, thinking I'd help her line her pussy up with this huge cock, when Steele grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her up and thrusted his cock blindly toward her pussy. Steele missed a few times and was jabbing at my wife's pussy while he spread her cheeks. Since I was right there, I leaned forward and put my thumbs in her hot little pussy and spread her lips. The sight of her bald, gaping, wet little pussy and her ass cheeks being held and spread just inches above a gigantic black boner damn near drove me over the edge. I leaned forward and buried my tongue in her pussy and began just licking and sucking on her pussy and clit. Suzy let out a squeal of pleasure and Steele reached around and grabbed his stiff dick and held it straight up and got it out of my way so I could pleasure my wife completely. 

"Stick it in there, man." I said as I pulled back and held my wife's pussy open for Steele. I watched intently as Steele rubbed his shiny hard cockhead against my wife's pussy as she propped herself up with her hands on his chest and lowered herself onto his big black cock. 

He still had his big fist around the base of his cock as she sat down slowly making half of his cock disappear into her hot little pussy. She leaned way forward and a slicker, wetter black shaft re-appeared. The second time she did this Steele let go and she sat all the way down. Suzy just sat there, impaled on the biggest cock she has ever experienced, loving every second of it. 

I reached out and rubbed my wife's tits and took one of her nipples in my mouth as she slowly rode Steele's huge black cock. Rod took my cue and started sucking on her other nipple and we held her steady as Steele slowly and expertly pumped his big dick in and out of her pussy.

"Ride that big black cock, baby." I muttered to my wife as she started to grind her wet pussy down on Steele' cock in rhythm with his thrusting.

"Do you like watching me ride this big black cock, baby?" Suzy asked me as I looked behind her to see that fat black cock stretching her little pussy.

I didn't have time to respond as Suzy then said "I love big black cocks!" 

"Mmmm, yeah that feels sooo good." Suzy moaned. 

I started rubbing my wife's ass and kissed the small of her back and her firm little ass cheeks as my wife continued to ride Steele's big dick. I got behind my wife, spread her ass cheeks and just watched her pussy being ravished by Steele's glistening chocolate colored cock. I leaned down and flicked my wet tongue over my wife's sweet little ass and caused her to squeal in delight. I held Suzy's ass still and licked her ass and stuck my wet tongue deeply into her ass as Steele continued to pump his cock slowly in and out of her dripping wet cunt. 

When I licked my thumb and thrust it into my wife's wet ass, I heard a muffled groan and looked up to see her sucking Rod's cock. I fucked her ass with my thumb and could feel Steele's boner sliding in and out of my wife's pussy. I got up and put my cock in my wife's face and she alternated between sucking and licking my fat cock and Rod's long, slender cock. I saw Rod eyeballing my wife's sweet ass while she concentrated on sucking our cocks. 

"Rod wants to fuck your ass, honey." I said to my wife. She was in such a state of bliss that all she did was moan and suck on my dick faster.

"Fuck my wife's ass, dude." I said as I pulled my dick out of her mouth and forced her to lie down on Steele's chest.

Steele pulled his dick almost all the way out of her pussy, spread her ass cheeks and started nibbling and sucking on her neck. Rod got up on top of the bed and lowered his wet cock toward my wife's hot, wet, virgin ass. Rod let a big wad of saliva fall out of his mouth and it landed in my wife's ass crack and he forced the spit into her ass with his finger as he put his dick head against her slick hole. Rod slowly forced his dick into my wife's ass, making her groan in pleasure/pain. 

Suzy looked up at me and said, "oh fuck" through clenched teeth as Rod's dick slipped all the way into her ass. 

Rod just leaned down on my wife's ass and had his cock buried in her ass to the hilt when Steele grabbed his big black cock by the base and started forcing it into my wife's wet pussy. My wife just groaned and kept saying "fuck" over and over as Steele started fucking her faster and Rod ground his cock further into her ass.

"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me" my wife moaned as Rod and Steele began alternating forcing their cocks into her.

"Oh, shit. Shit!" Rod said as he broke the rhythm and just started fucking my wife's ass faster and faster. I could tell he was pumping loads of cum into my wife's ass because globs of cum were dripping and bubbling out of her ass with each stroke. A string of cum stretched from Rod's cock to my wife's gaping red asshole when he abruptly pulled out and fell onto the bed.

I saw my wife's ass gaping open, with cum smeared all over her ass crack, dripping down from her ass to her pussy and onto Steele's shiny fat shaft. I just had to fuck that ass. I got behind her and for the first time ever, shoved my cock straight into my wife's ass. I forced my cock into my wife's slick ass and could not believe how tight her ass was. I finally just buried my cock in her ass and gripped her ass with my thighs and moved her back and forth on Steele's thrusting cock. 

"Yeah, baby, fuck my ass . . . fuck my ass" Suzy said as Steele continued to piston his huge cock in and out of her quivering pussy as I slowly fucked her tight ass.

The friction from Steele's cock through the thin skin separating our boners was too much. I was in absolute bliss when it hit me.

"Hold on a second . . . hold still . . . Oh Shit! I'm going to cummmmmm!" I said as I realized I was past the point of no return. I felt the biggest orgasm take hold of me and I pumped load after load of cum into my wife's hot ass. 

"Are you ready for my cum, baby?" Steele yelled as he dug his fingers into my wife's ass cheeks and buried his huge cock deep into her pussy. 

I could actually feel Steele's huge cock getting harder and then felt what seemed like quarts of cum pumping up his shaft and into my wife's cunt. I was fucking her ass faster now and cum began bubbling out her ass. Suzy's pussy and ass were making slurping noises as we rammed our cocks in and out of her.

"Don't stop, I'm going to cum!" Suzy said as she started to back into Steele's cock with abandon. I just buried my into my wife's ass and pulled her back and forth onto Steele's still hard throbbing cock. 

Suzy's body began to quiver, I could feel her ass tighten and her pussy convulse. Suzy squealed and whimpered as she experienced her second orgasm in less than 5 minutes. Steele slowly pumped his cock in and out of her pussy as I ground my shrinking dick into her ass and held her hips still. I pulled out and watched globs of white cum ooze out of my wife's ass as she collapsed on top of Steele. Steele pulled his cum covered cock out of her pussy and rubbed his huge dickhead against her foamy wet pussy. With each pass over her clit, my wife's whole body convulsed. 

Suzy rolled off of Steele and I wiped the sweat off her forehead and moved a few strands of hair out of her beautiful face. I kissed her softly and really didn't know what to say.

Suzy said, "Hey, what are you guys doing next weekend?"

We all looked at each other and started laughing. I just had to shake my head in amazement at how damn sexy my wife is.



Trick & Treat for Wifey



I too grabbed my wife by the cheeks and shoved my fat cock in her mouth just as I came. My wife gagged and I pulled my dick out and started stroking it and directing the wads and wads of cum all over her pretty face and into her open mouth. I came in quarts all over my wife’s face and she sucked the last drops of cum out of my aching cock. My wife giggled a little bit as Steele threw her a towel to wipe the cum off of her. 

“That was fucking hot, baby,” I told my wife as I heard Rod pop the cork off the champagne.



Trick-Fucked



One's mind can play tricks when the brain is on overload the last week of the semester? Which is trick, and which is reality? Hard to say when one's in a fog, as I am.

Here we three are again. It's about 1:00 am, and Tanner, Mitch and I are working away in the fraternity house dining room. Tonight's scene will undoubtedly repeat the last few nights. We'll be up all night again working on school projects, or maybe catch a couple hours of sleep and a shower before our first class. This is the fourth such night in a row for me.

I study marketing, and I'm building a retail display. Tanner is assembling some hydrology report and PPT that's 50% of his civil engineering course grade. Mitch is painting for his fine arts studio. No nudes; just shapes and colors that mean nothing to most, including me. 

Since what we are doing for our degrees often entails making tangible, visual objects, rather than taking 4 or 5 final exams at the end of the semester, only a little mind cramming at the semester's end is required for us. As time-consuming as these projects are – and they're extremely time-consuming -- at least we can chat while we work. 

Being the red-blooded males we are, the conversations inevitably turn to sex and more sex. We also talk about other stuff, then sex. Many tales of sexual conquests are told, real or imagined. Mitch's are likely true. He's quite the stud. 

Mitch is 6' of a solid runner's physique and has longish, naturally spike-ish blonde hair. He has large eyes and an enormously wide, friendly grin. His muscular ass from miles of running makes chicks swoon. I can say from the showers that the blonde drapes match the rug, and his tool is 5" and thick even when the showers run cold. The word is it tops out at 9.5" real big inches when angry. He has no trouble getting dates, and getting what he wants on these date, or so he contends. I believe every word. 

Reality dictates that Tanner and I must admit to more mundane specifications, neither grotesque nor particularly impressive. Tanner is a bit shorter than 6' and has reddish, ginger-colored hair, top and bottom, and extremely fair skin. His long hours at the gym more than compensate for his somewhat modest manhood. The ladies say they like my blue eyes, and at 6'-3" I at least have this one redeeming quality, in stature vertically, but like Tanner not so much verticality of appendage when horizontal. We're just what you might call average.

Did I mention sex? After days of this shit, our minds are frantically looking for anything else to escape the tasks at hand, and sex is seemingly the only place our minds will lead. Mitch's soft-spoken tales of tails he nails are mesmerizing. As I carefully apply some of the artwork, I can easily visualize his massive tool lifting some hot, tight-assed co-ed off the bed by the pussy as he unloads into her.

Tanner and I tell a couple of tales each because a couple is about all we have. I say "about" because he and I have one we aren't about to share. It involves fellatio and each other. Tanner and I glance at each during these chats knowing what the other is thinking: having one of our little twosome include a threesome with Stud Mitch. The exhaustion and horniness under which Tanner and I labor provide enough questionable judgment to act on our lurid thoughts given the opportunity, if any. 

I go into the adjoining women's restroom to take a leak, and Tanner soon follows. We are peeing side-by-side, eyes fixed on each other's enlarging dicks. We finish peeing and linger a while, looking and stroking. I reach over and stroke Tanner's tool, which makes me harder. Tanner returns the favor, and his gets harder too. We're thinking the same thought: how we'd both like to write a new chapter in our book of fellatio. Man, I wish we could continue this, but Mitch is just outside the door. When we finally speak I say: "you want him to fuck you, don't you." Tanner replies simply and succinctly with only a large grin. As much as we hate it, we drop our hand, put up our organic toys and return to our work. 

Although we've known each other well since we were freshmen, Tanner and I began to bond earlier in the semester through innumerable drunken chats sitting at our bar of choice. A frat brother tends bar there, and it features $1.75 mixed drinks. They're so filled with alcohol we sometimes have to ask for more mixers. We save the quarters for what seems like a free round. You can do the math. 

It's always a turn-on as we get wasted and talk about sexual fantasies we have. I told Tanner I have a weakness for blondes. I'm an ass-man, I explained, and like modest-sized tits. I even admitted to Tanner, best I recall, that I'd like to try man-on-man sex. Tanner, in a similar drunken state, once confided in hushed words in an alcoholic haze that his fantasy is to pull a train while others watched and gave instructions. A queer thought, I thought at the time, but certainly no more so than my subsequently -- that very night -- placing my lips around my dick's dick and sucking his cum into my mouth and swallowing. 

As well as I know Tanner, though, he's still an enigma. After we shared our very secret fantasies and even traded loads, one would think barriers to more buddy-fucks would be broken. One would think he'd go for it again. That's what I though, but he never takes the bait I toss. As exciting was the experience we had, I almost wish it never happened for the simple reason that now I spend countless hours wondering what the fucking deal is. My mind finds an obvious target and blames my innumerable shortcomings. As we exit the restroom I hope -- probably in vain – that maybe Tanner and I can sneak away later for a little action. 

As we return to the dining room, I'm even more turned on at the more lurid thought-grabbing fantasy of some action tonight with Mitch and sport an enlarged dick strapped against my pubes by my jeans. My mind suggests that maybe tonight really will be different. Alas, the reality of the absurdity of this mind trick quickly sinks in. Tanner takes a seat and continues pouring over his numbers. Fuck; he ain't biting – again. I look at Mitch to see him contentedly painting away and become convinced that my thoughts of something sexual delivering me from this drudgery won't happen -- again. I'm pissed at myself for allowing my exhaustion to play a trick on my mind by momentarily believing my fantasies might become a reality -- again. The real mind trick is how completely wrong I was. 

I can't say with certainty what turned Mitch's light on. Was it the knowing glances Tanner and I gave each other earlier, Mitch's clairvoyance, the heavy sex karma and good mo-jo that has been filling the room for three nights, or Tanner and me lingering a bit too long in the can? Shit, maybe he's just tired and horny like the rest of us. Whatever his motivation, Mitch says out of the blue that he's always wondered what it would be like to "butt fuck a tight pink hole." The X-acto blade I'm using nearly takes off a finger. The fact that Mitch didn't mention gender is not lost on me. Tanner and I quickly agree, of course, we'd like to try that too. We all laugh that not even the skankiest of bitches we would be caught with would give that up. Inside, I'm receiving a huge shot of adrenalin from Mitch having possessed and shared the thought, which will at least provide fodder for my modest cannon when I later jack it off, with or without subsequent sleep or help from Tanner. I laughingly observed, and internally half seriously say, that I know Mitch fancies redheads, and damned if we don't have one sitting in the room with us (Tanner, of course). More laughs, but no one says no or has any negative reaction. Instead, Tanner and I look over as Mitch's chair scoots backward across the floor and see him leaning back kneading his remarkable tool. There's renewed excitement of sexual possibilities. Incredibly, Mitch suggests that we take a break and "go pull one off." Tanner says he just downloaded a new porn video. Off we go to Tanner's room for a break.

We respect the considerable quiet in the dorm area of the house by talking in whispers as Tanner sets up his laptop and turns on a small bedside lamp for minimal light. I quietly ask Tanner whether this video is to be part of his hydro PPT. Our chuckles are subdued and a bit nervous. We lie back on the floor against a couple of gigantic, upholstered pillows and stare at the screen. Our minds leave engineering, marketing and the fine arts to focus instead on Tanner's video, which turns out to be a bi-MMF. I get a bit nervous from this development, but it's not my video. Mitch doesn't comment, complain or care. 

As we become engaged in the porn, we are each soon rubbing our throbbing dicks through our cloths. My left arm is rubbing lightly against Mitch's right, which fuels my horniness. Tanner is the first to overtly act. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans and slides them down below his round hips, which look nice as he lifts them. Mitch and I follow Tanner's lead. Mitch's exposed ass is even nicer – much nicer – as his pants slide past, and it's exposed. 

In fact, Mitch's whole long, lean, lithe body is superb. The rumors about the size of Mitch's tool are not exaggerated in the least. My God, it is something to see! It's got to be 2" across and at least 9.5" long as rumored. It's as white as his fair skin, including the large helmet-head. His otherwise mostly hairless upper body has a vertical trace of dark hair running to and just above his navel. Dark blonde hair surrounds his package, his large low-hanging balls, which drop down between his legs when he bends them at the knee, and between his upper legs. As I lean back after bending upward to turn up the sound on the video, I can see his tight pink hole nestled beneath the darker blonde hair. 

We smell the musty man-scent of hot meat as our breathing has become harder. Mitch even reaches down with his left hand to fondle his balls and then rubs on his asshole. He stops stroking his meat and slowly works up the courage to reach over -- hesitantly – to stroke my much more modest meat with his right. I almost shoot my load. I tentatively reach over with my left hand to Mitch's monster dick for some slow stroking. Tanner's left hand slides up his torso, rubbing his chest and pinching on his nipples as he stares at Mitch and me stroking each other. I stare at Mitch's tool as I scoot more to my left to further position my entire left side against Mitch's warm body. Our legs begin to rub on each other. It's all I can do not to immediately go down on Mitch.

Our attention leaves each other when the butt fucking Mitch had pondered earlier presents itself on the screen. One guy is on his knees eating the girl's pussy when he starts receiving the other guy's big sausage from behind. The look of pain as it slides in is not lost on us, but as always happens in these videos, his eyes are soon rolling back into his head while his panting, moaning mouth is begging for more. Mitch wryly observes, "see Tanner, he likes it," as we resume our slow stroking. A hundred unasked and unanswered questions race through my mind, and Tanner's I suspect, at this comment. As he presents this observation, Mitch's massive member gets a rush of adrenalin and blood, which makes it twitch noticeably in my hand. He wants to take Tanner, I think, about as much as Tanner wants to be taken.

After a moment's contemplation, Tanner's incredibly provocative and deliberate response to Mitch's observation is physical, not verbal. Tanner gets up and pulls off all his cloths, revealing his buffed-out self. Quite nice. He reaches in a drawer and fishes out a box of condoms. Tanner pauses for a moment then throws the box down onto Mitch's chest, as if the gauntlet. Tanner steps over to grab one of the enormous pillows on which we're leaning and pulls it into the middle of the room. Mitch and I are incredulous as Tanner kneels himself over it, with legs spread wide with his exposed ass up pointing proudly up. Tanner puts his head down and says: "so, make me like it, Mitch." 

Mitch stops stroking me and just sits a moment. He picks up the condoms and stares at it like it's a Moon rock. After a few moments of deep contemplation, Mitch quietly, nervously asks condom-/gauntlet-thrower Tanner: "got any lube"? 

Tanner with his head lying on the pillow casually says without moving: "in the same drawer."

Mitch and I look at each other, then at Tanner's shapely and truly inviting ass, then back at each other. We grin at one another and spring to our feet and start shucking cloths. Seeing Mitch getting naked in this context is fucking awesome. His great white Moby Dick of a dick is pointing straight out notwithstanding its length and mass.

Now naked, I kneel down to reach under Tanner to stroke his prick. I lean over and take Mitch's meat in mouth. I've craved this for a long time. Mitch enjoys it too as he moans softly. I can only get about half in my mouth before I get a gag reflex. My free hand rubs the copious patch of blonde hair running up his ass cleavage. I feel the moist warmth of his ass hole as my hand rubs past it.

Mitch pulls his dick from my mouth, depriving me of my supreme enjoyment. He applies lube to the taught protection he now dons. Mitch squeezes more lube onto his fingers and kneels down behind Tanner. He carefully applies the lube around the reddish-brown fuzz encircling Tanner's wrinkled hole and slowly slides a finger, then two, inside Tanner. Tanner moans a bit at this, and his dick becomes rock hard in my hand. I wonder whether Tanner's been holding out on me given the ease with which that second finger stretches his not-so-tight pink hole. I keep watching in a state of great excitement, slowly stroking my meat and Tanner's.

Finally, it's party time. Mitch moves closer to Tanner's and slides his lubed dick up and down the crevice of Tanner's buffed, exposed ass. Mitch 's throbbing meat shows he's turned on. Mitch then positions and pushes his dick head against Tanner's pink hole. Tanner's sphincter muscles resist, and Mitch's muscular, round hips clamp together for a harder push. Mitch bends down over Tanner a bit for a better angle, and the head finally pops in. Tanner instinctively pulls back a bit and softly but urgently cautions in a strained, higher-pitched voice: "go slow." Mitch complies but continues his methodical, pulsing strokes into Tanner's hole, deeper each time. Tanner's face starts turning red. It's got to be quite painful for Tanner, I think, so I go 'round front to give him something else to concentrate on. 

I kneel before Tanner with my dick staring him in the face. Without speaking, Tanner's arms became erect, and he pushes his torso upward with a deep guttural, off-key "unngh" with each stroke Mitch provides. Tanner draws in a deep breath, licks his lips and musters the will to suck my boner, and does it like a pro. I moan at the glorious first – ok, second – contact. Tanner's specialty, I learned, was his taking a whole dick into his mouth to the base, sucking is lips around the whole while bathing it with his tongue inside his mouth. Tanner has no gag reflex as I'm poking his tonsils. 

As Tanner gives me an outstanding blow job, I lean in and gently put my hand behind Mitch's head, pull him forward and plant a deep kiss onto his red, full lips. I can't believe I'm kissing another guy, especially one as hot as Mitch. Mitch and I are breathing heavily through our noses. The stubble on our faces heightens the pleasure. The unique smell of another person so close makes me harder and hornier. As Mitch continues slowly plowing Tanner's ass, Mitch and I intertwine our tongues and deeply explore the depths of each other's mouths. Some of Mitch's saliva drips down my chin, and he collects it with his tongue. This is the most sensual and fucking sexy thing in my life. As Mitch and I pulled apart I look down to see his whole massive tool buried inside Tanner: blonde pubes pinned against the fair skinned twin globes of Tanner's ass. 

Mitch picks up the pace. Each thrust begins at Mitch's mid-back, slowly rolls down his back into that fucking gorgeous ass and into Tanner. Tanner has to stop sucking on my dick to lay his head down again and catch his breath but lowers his back in a reverse arc to raise his ass for a deeper treatment. Tanner is now answering Mitch's thrusts by forcefully pushing back onto Mitch's throbbing dick. I think, "Tanner really does like this." Since Tanner now has this friendly assault under control, it's time for me to move on. I fancy more of Mitch in my mouth.

I move past Tanner and kneel down on all fours behind Mitch. Mitch grasps Tanner's shoulders while his massive meat is fully inserted into Tanner's gut, slowly rocking and grinding his full force in a way that made Tanner's body move with him. Tanner is moaning quietly with each revolution. I gently grasp and push Mitch's ass cheeks upward and apart to expose his pink hole. The male scents at this position are driving me wild and I lower my mouth onto Mitch's ass. Mitch's pumping stops for a moment as my nose is buried in the patch of hair running up the length of his ass crack and my lips surround his ass hole. I can feel the hair around Mitch's ass against my lips. Extending my tongue to bathe his hole is inevitable. Mitch moans with deep pleasure, which only heightens my pleasure. Leaving his dick fully inside Tanner, Mitch simply lowers his chest onto Tanner's back, giving me better exposure. My tongue slowly licks Mitch's ass hole up, down and around. I stab at his ass hole with my tongue, frustrated that it won't penetrate. I nibble on and lick one ass cheek and then the other. I feel his blonde ass hair against my tongue. I smell his skin. I follow the trail down to Mitch's swollen balls and slowly lift and suck one into my lips, bathing it with my tongue; then the other. I continue down to lick on Tanner's balls and pull Tanner's dick back to suck on it. I go back up again. We are all involuntarily moaning and whispering lurid instructions to each other: "fuck me"; "suck my ass." The heavy breathing is quiet but audible. I tongue-fuck Mitch's ass until Tanner softly pleads: "fuck me more – now -- please." 

While Mitch obliges Tanner's plea for more deep sodomy, I decide that Tanner too might enjoy some rimming. I go back 'round to Tanner's front, get onto all fours and back my ass into Tanner's face and tell him: "eat my ass." Tanner lifts his head and does as he's told. My mind is devoid of thoughts save Tanner's hot, wet tongue pleasuring my hole. I stroke my meat and fondle my balls. As Mitch plows more forcefully into Tanner, Tanner's mouth is pushed harder into the sweet spot of my ass. We were all in heaven. If only it could last.

We're lost in a state of pure lust that none of us, least of all me, thought possible. This is when we all hear what seems like – and proves to be -- the far other end of the pleasure spectrum, being caught in this most compromising of positions imaginable. All our movement and breathing stop abruptly. There are voices at Tanner's door, a rattling of the doorknob and in come, Marc and Zach. Fuck! Tanner forgot to lock the motherfucking door! 

Picture this. Tanner, Mitch and I are all three facing the bedroom window opposite the door with all three of our exposed asses up in the air facing the intruders. Our three faces, red from hot sex and embarrassment, simultaneously turn toward the door to see these most unwelcome guests who just came back from the library to hear our goings on whilst passing down the corridor. Marc's stunned response to this shocking sight is: "what the fuck," followed by his and Zach's howls of laughter. WTF is right! Zach quips: "you fucking faggots. " More howls of laughter. 

To my amazement – and great relief, though – they soon shut the door as the laughter subsides. Marc asks: "this looks pretty hot; can a brother get a b-j?" My mind is now completely tricked a second time by this unprecedented turn of events without me even trying to instigate anything. Go with the flow, I chortle mentally – yeah, the flow of cum that will soon be flying.




Trick-Fucked



Going with the flow will not be difficult with our two new participants, both of whom are superbly built varsity athletes. Zach has the 6-2"' long, thin, muscled body of a swimmer. His otherwise dark hair is bleached blonde on top from the sun whilst lifeguarding. He has a thick bush of dark hair in the genital regions and up his ass crack. He sports a hefty 8 incher, and it's already at attention with a bulbous purple head. 

Marc's a wrestler. He's a bit short at 5'-6" but with an enormous, muscular chest. [I think of learning to appreciate his considerable strength at his first sorority social after he joined the frat. He picked up a full keg of beer, laid it on his shoulder like a can of beans and calmly asked: "where does this go"?] Marc's better feature, though, is his boyish good looks and longish, delicate blonde locks of hair that covers his forehead. His even better feature is his sizeable uncut penis attached to his almost hairless body, save golden blonde pubes below. 

I should have known that Zach would be all over this. Zach is one of the horniest guys I've ever met. He constantly talks of sex. I often hear his bed across the corridor from my room squeaking as he frequently beats off. Notwithstanding how "gay" all this is tonight, it's no surprise to me that he soon unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pulling them down just below his wide-ish, svelte swimmer's ass. He straddles Tanner facing Mitch, whose dick is still inserted into Tanner. Mitch instinctively leans in and starts blowing Zach. Zach seems to have gotten over his urge to cry "faggot." Zach closes his eyes, leans his head back, draws in a deep breath and softly utters a simple: "fuuuuck." Mitch continues his friendly violation of Tanner's ass.

I again assume the position of "letting" Tanner rim me. Marc stands before me and slides his cotton sweats and tighty-whities down 'round his ankles. I smell his hot package. I bend upward, and my hand encircles Marc's uncut dick. I stroke it. It's simultaneously warm, soft and hard. I pull back the foreskin to expose the tapered head, which I lick. His dick arcs gently upward, and if I had to describe the perfect dick, this is it. I lick my lips, enclose them onto Marc's uncut wonder and begin sliding my mouth up and down whilst stroking. Marc seems really happy, and I reward his shown pleasure by taking the whole tool deep into my salivating mouth. I hold the foreskin down to expose the head, my face cheeks concave from the sucking, and my tongue swirls around the head, just like Tanner taught me. I can even taste something salty. Damn, with all five of us lined up working each other, this really is looking like Tanner's fantasy train, and it's soon time to rearrange the "cars."

Zach puts his hand on Mitch's head and gently pushes him off his throbbing, saliva-covered member. Zach looks down, and Mitch looks up. Zach says to Mitch: "my turn." Zach steps aside and gets completely naked. Marc follows Zach's lead, pulls his pants completely off, pulls his t-shirt over the back of his head. I continue giving Marc the best dick sucking I know how to give. Mitch pulls out of Tanner whose formerly tight little pink hole is now gaping. Before it can contract, Zach condoms up and lubes up, pushes his considerable manhood up Tanner's ass hole with one smooth stroke. Zach pumps hard – all the way in, and then all the way out. Zach's face reveals that this horny bastard is lost in a state of sheer lust. Tanner gives a guttural moan with the inward thrusts. 

Lust has also overtaken Marc. He grabs my shoulders and forces me to the side. He kneels down and shoves Tanner's head onto his aching prick. Marc head-fucks Tanner's mouth while Zach butt fucks Tanner's ass. By his moaning, it's clear that Tanner loves this. Marc and Zach bend in toward each other and kiss wildly, each licking the other's face and take turns sticking their tongues into each other's ears. 

Marc takes his dick from Tanner's mouth and kneels down lower to kiss Tanner deeply. This fully exposes Marc's smooth, tight ass. I take this opportunity to lie on my back and slide between Marc's legs to continue blowing this his most perfect of dicks, while Marc and Tanner kiss deeply. The room is filled with man scents, heavy breathing and low, dirty exhortations to "fuck" this and "suck" that. 

Mitch kneels astride my legs behind Marc to give him with the same good fucking he's been giving Tanner. I can tell through Marc's dick in my mouth this must be a completely new sensation for him. The muscle man Marc is now gyrating and shaking in pain trying instinctively to escape, but Mitch firmly holds Marc's ass in place for the good, hard fucking he's about to get. Soon enough, Marc's dick is once again hard in my mouth. Marc's chest is heaving, and he lets out a pathetic and incoherent: "Mitch; please; yeah; uhhn; fucccckkk." Mitch's is shoving Marc's dick down my throat with each thrust. Mitch soon calls the next play: "switch."

Mitch's massive member pops free from Marc's smooth, white ass. This time it's Marc who's pushed aside by Mitch, and I clear away. Mitch's manners are lost as he doesn't even think to remove the condom that's been up two asses so far, shoving his dirty tool into Tanner's waiting mouth. Tanner gags from the size but vigorously sucks Mitch. Mitch says: "that's it you red-head fuck wad, suck me clean." Tanner follows orders even though Zach continues to jam his 8" cock fully into Tanner's ass. 

Marc moves in and plants his face into Mitch's exposed ass, as I had earlier. Marc's ass is again exposed, and I don't miss the second opportunity. Did I forget the condom? Fuck it! Marc's warm hole, which is not so tight now after Mitch's treatment, engulfs my member. The sight of my dick moving in and out between Marc's beautiful, bulbous, almost hairless, white-skinned ass is incredible. I work it slowly in and out. Marc abandons the rimming of Mitch's hole, grabs some floor and pushes his ass back harder onto my dick. Marc's warm, soft ass and thighs are now grinding against my legs and onto my rod frantically trying to get all of me inside him he can. I'm getting very close to blowing my load. I think we all are. Everyone's movements have become abrupt and urgent.

Mitch, the de facto quarterback, has hatched a new play. Mitch extracts his dick from Tanner's mouth with a wet pop. Mitch's places the palm of his hand against Zach's chest and shoves Zach backward out of Tanner. As Zach falls back, there' a loud "shlop" sound as Zach's dick quickly exits Tanner's well-fucked ass hole. Mitch turns a bit and takes his other hand and shoves Marc back against me. I fall back against the windowsill almost pulling the curtain from the wall. I had instinctively grabbed onto Marc's massive torso as I fell back, and Marc falls with me into my lap, impaling himself deeper onto my dick. As we land, Marc lets out a loud, "uunnnnh." Marc quickly regains his rhythm and continues to shove his ass onto my dick even harder. He can't get enough of me inside him, and his huge torso pushes against my chest. I meet Marc's thrusts with mine. We're on the floor fucking like dogs in heat. I pull Marc's head back and kiss him deeply, pinching the nipples of his massive chest. 

Soon enough it's time for Tanner to play double jeopardy. Mitch now has the look on his face of someone about to beat the shit out of one of us, but luckily his anger is more focused. Mitch grabs Tanner with both hands and tosses him off the big pillow onto his back onto the adjacent floor. Mitch plops onto his back atop the pillow. He reaches over and yanks Tanner back into his position, but now atop and facing Mitch. They exchange saliva for a moment. Mitch then grabs Tanner's shoulder with his right hand and while holding his tool at the right angle with his left, pushes Tanner back onto his completely enraged member. 

Marc and I are content to continue our intense fucking on the floor to watch the show at a slight distance. Mitch pushes Tanner's head to one side and leers at Zach. Zach receives Mitch's telepathic command to double-stuff Tanner. Zach re-approaches Tanner from behind. It takes some effort and more lube, but Zach slowly gets his tool inside of Tanner too. Tanner's face is a mass of red wrinkles from the pain, his mouth wide open gasping for air. Zach's dick vein is pressed against Mitch's by Tanner's ass hole. They rub their dicks together inside Tanner's splitting ass. Tanner can only moan with mouth wide open as he gasps for air. A long string of drool drips from his mouth onto Mitch's chest. Not wanting to be left out, Marc and I manage to stand before Tanner. Marc pushes his dick into Tanner's open, moaning mouth, and Tanner bobs up and down trying to breathe and suck while being double-stuffed. I jealously grab Tanner's head from Marc's dick and push it onto my throbbing dick. Tanner can only loosely hold his mouth open to try to breath. I'm overcome and soon fill Tanner's mouth with my load. The first shots into the back of Tanner's throat are swallowed, and some drops onto Mitch's chest. 

Marc pulls Tanner's head back toward him, rolls back his foreskin, arches his back while pinching his butt cheeks together and blows his load into Tanner's open mouth. Again, some cum is swallowed, and some drips onto Mitch's chest. 

Zach pulls out of Tanner's ass, but Mitch keeps pumping. Zach quickly, comes around front and shoves Marc and me back. Zach squats onto Mitch's face, planting his hair-covered ass down onto Mitch's mouth. Mitch 's face is beet red as he breaths frantically through his nose and frantically sucks on and licks Zach's hole. Mitch grasps Zach's thighs to pull Zach's exposed ass hole harder down onto his mouth. Zach grabs his dick with one hand and grabs Tanner's hair with the other. Zach turns red and explodes cum onto Tanner's face. Zach's runny cum slides down Tanner's face onto Mitch's chest. 

Mitch thrusts his legs down, which pulls his dick from Tanner's ass, and manages to yank off the condom. He strokes Moby Dick a couple of times, squeezes his ass cheeks together, and a fountain of white globs of hot jizz fly upward and land onto Tanner's back. This fountain exhibits onomatopoeia with an audible splooge sound as each of four giant loads lands. Mitch continues jacking, pumping up with his hips even more jizz which runs down his dick and into his hand and pubes.

Mitch then pushes Zach's swimmer's ass off his face. Tanner, with the look of a junkie on heroin, tries to stand. As he does, he blows his load all over the quarterback's torso too in one huge, thick, flowing, sticky white glob. 

Amidst all this afterglow and panting, Mitch quietly tells Tanner: "eat all the cum." Tanner is still beat red and panting. He smiles, leans down, and laps and sucks up parts of five loads. Tanner sucks and licks up every drop. Tanner thinks to nibble on Mitch's erect nipples while he works. Mitch just lies there and moans with the lapping of Tanner's tongue. Tanner finishes cleaning and then slowly lowers his chest onto Mitch's. Tanner plants his lips onto Mitch's so that Mitch can have a good taste of the sex havoc he started. They embrace tightly while kissing deeply and slowly grind their dicks against each other. 

Marc and I collapse onto the other big pillow to make out. Zach plops down face-first with Marc and me, and we three trade deep kisses and gently rub our hands about each other's bodies. We're soon all too spent to even kiss. We all look at each other and begin snickering. The party's over. 

We all wobble a bit as we stand. We go to our respective rooms, grab towels and meet in the shower. There's still enough lingering after-glow and lust for us to make out in the warm cascading water and wash each other. Mitch is especially solicitous of Tanner, even dropping to his knees to gently wash and kiss on Tanner's tender hole. 

There's no time for a debriefing. We quickly dry ourselves and re-dress in Tanner's room. There's no talking. What could one say? Our minds now can and must return to the projects we have to finish and exams we have to take. It seems like hours have passed since Mitch merely suggested we go "pull one off," but it's only 2:45. 

Damned nice break! The post-finals party should be interesting.



Trick Into Wife Swapping



This all happened a year ago. I changed names, places and such for obvious reasons, well, here it goes.....

My name is Ellen, I am 32, 5' 8" 115 lbs. My husband's name is Jimmy, he has been working as a salesman in a small company for five years. His Boss, Richard, likes Jimmy the best of all the salesmen and drops hints to him that he may be promoted to sales manager if the planned expansion goes through.

Richard is a few years older than us fit, and handsome. After a Friday's sales meeting, he took the salesmen out for a few drinks to celebrate Jimmy winning a mayor account. After a few hours and numerous rounds, all of the guys went home except Jimmy and the boss. Richard confided in Jimmy about a vacation he and his wife spent in Aruba, he told my husband that they met another couple became friends and after a few days, ended up having sex with them. Richard said he and his wife had talked about flashing, and swapping before, but never seriously thought anything would happen.

Jimmy told me the whole story how Richard confided in him and that Richard asked if we had ever discussed it. My husband told him his fantasies were similar and we talked about once in a while. Although I wanted my husband to be friendly with his boss, I wasn't comfortable him sharing our pillow talk with anyone.

Over the next few weeks, Because of Richard's story, Jimmy's interest was revived about me flirting with someone and let me know how excited he would be if we actually did some of the things we had fantasized about. 

A few days later, Jimmy had just picked me up from work, I was wearing my usual work clothes, a dress and heels. He brought up flashing again and finally convinced me to try flashing my panties to a truck driver. It was scary and exciting, but I agreed to try it. We got on the interstate, and saw a truck ahead, Jimmy told me get ready, I slowly pulled up my dress, Jimmy said to slide down in the seat, and coaxed me to part my legs so the trucker could to see my panties. I closed my eyes as Jimmy pulled along side the truck, Jimmy said he saw me right away and was surprised, Jimmy paced him, I was too embarrassed to look then we sped up the road. Jimmy was excited and convinced me to do it again, only this time I had to make eye contact with the trucker. Only minutes later, my face still flushed, we pulled next to another truck. With Jimmy's coaxing, I smiled real sexy at the trucker, then parted my legs, showing him my panties. Being scared, embarrassed and nervous was more fun than I thought.

We were excited, Jimmy especially, and talked about it each time we had sex over the following days. Jimmy was ready to try something new and asked me about going to a shoe store somewhere out of town, dressed in a short skirt, wearing nylons and sheer panties. It was exciting talking about that too. I didn't say anything to him then, but I thought I would be too embarrassed to do it in a public place.

The next week Richard, Jimmy's boss, announced a company paid vacation in Aruba for the top winner in each department. Jimmy worked hard, and he was the winner for the sales dept. 

One month later we were in Aruba. The boss, his pretty wife and all the other winners and their spouses. Richard, the boss, spent time with everyone there and asked us if we would join he and his wife for scuba diving the next day. We accepted, and had a scuba lesson that afternoon, so we would be prepared for them in the morning. We all had a great time. During that day, Richard took Jimmy aside and told him his wife was very taken with my husband. She hinted to Richard about getting to know Jimmy better. He said don't worry Jimmy, I am not the real jealous type. He liked his wife discretely flirting with other men. It excited him and allowed him to flirt with other women. We had a great day, even though about what Richard had said.

Back at our hotel room, Jimmy wanted to talk to me about us flirting with his boss and his wife. Saying it might be fun to fool around a little, maybe go dancing, a little flirting could be real exciting. We talked about it as we dressed for our private romantic dinner on the far side of the island. I had just put on a sexy bra & panties set, dark thigh high nylons, high heels, and a low cut, short, black silky dress that was way too sexy for me to wear back home. On our way out the door, the phone rang, Richard was on the line, he and I had a very pleasant conversation, he was charming, we talked about all the fun we had together today. Jimmy got on the phone, after he hung up he said they want to take us out to dinner.

I was thinking I'd rather not be with another couple, especially now that I was dressed this sexy, and after the conversation Jimmy and I just had. I asked Jimmy if I had time to change. No, not if you want to be the sexiest woman on the island. That made me feel a little less jealous about pretty Karen. We waited in the lobby for them. Richard came down and said his wife wasn't ready yet, but we had to get to the restaurant soon or we would lose our reservations. He took me by the hand and asked Jimmy if he minded waiting for Karen, then you two can join us there. Without waiting for Jimmy to respond, Richard led me to the cab, and we headed away from the hotel, leaving my husband waiting for the boss's sexy wife. 

We arrived at Grand Concorde Hotel's restaurant and he ordered champagne for us. He was very charming and said he was glad his wife was late, because he wanted to get to know me better. The champagne went right to my head, I felt more like I was on a date rather than with my husband's boss. After a while, he said he was concerned they haven't arrived and left to phone the hotel. He came back saying they decided to order room service. 

I was hurt and mad. Jimmy and I had talked about what if the boss and his wife made advances, Jimmy encouraged me to play along as far as I dared, he said he wouldn't be mad with what ever happen. I wasn't sure at all how I felt about him kissing another women, but I didn't think it would get beyond a little kissing or touching, you know, just to see what it is like being in the same room watching your partner. 

With tears in my eyes, I looked at Richard and asked him if he thought Karen and Jimmy were doing more than having room service. He nodded, and said he had the impression from Jimmy that we were interested in exploring other people too. He said his wife and he have had separate dates with another couple. It was beautiful, their love for each other grew because of it. He said he knew I was feeling jealous, said it is natural, you would be more jealous if you are in the same room watching your partner kiss and make love to another. But to hear about it later from your loved one, well it isn't jealousy then, it is sharing. After all, you have the opportunity to share your love too.

I know you are upset Ellen, Richard excused him before I could think of something to say. He returned with a room key said he had ordered room service, lets go upstairs where it will be more private. We walked through the main lobby to the elevators. 

We entered the room, he hugged me and told me not to be upset, and lightly kissed my neck, he was tender with me, we hugged for a few minutes then I went to the ladies room to fix my face. Room service was surprisingly fast, there was a cart in the room when I came out. I was very upset about Jimmy being with Karen. I knew she would seduce him and was probably having sex with him now. Richard came over to me and led me the bed to sit and have something to eat, he pulled the cart up, and poured some champagne for us and feed me a piece of shrimp. He leaned over and kissed my neck again, then put his arm around me, pulled me closer and briefly kissed me on the lips and waited for me to respond. 

I finally kissed him back, and then we kissed again, between kisses, he ran his hands over my silky dress, he was careful not to touch me improperly. I stood up and moved away from the bed, I needed time to think, he followed, turning me around and holding me close again, and then kissed me again, I am sure he could tell my kiss had changed this time, I was more receptive, but unsure how to respond to this situation. I didn't want to have sex with anyone except my husband. Then he slid his hands all the way down my back as he continued to kiss me even more passionately and cupped my ass checks with both hands drawing me tightly against him. Pressing against me, he unhooked the clasps on my dress and slowly lowered the zipper. Still without a protest from me, he pulled my arms through the straps, and off my shoulders, my silky dress was ready to fall to the floor. I stayed close so my dress was held in place. He stood back, holding my hands, my dress began to fall, I started to catch my dress, when he said please, you are such a beauty. You look stunning, please stay as you are now. He was seeing me in my hose and lacy bra and panties. He poured more champagne, determined to please me.

Jimmy's boss sat me in the chair near the bed and knelt down between my legs. He hands roamed my nylons are he was kissing my inner thighs, I was forcefully encouraged by him, pressing his face against my panties, making me open my legs. I was going further than I thought, with lust in my heart and maybe some revenge too. I began thinking that I might have a sexual story to tell Jimmy too. It was then, I decided to grant him anything he wanted to do to me, I would give in fully. He moved me to the bed, holding my wrists tightly as if I were his captive, he drove me wild with his tongue again, then turned me over and continued, I enjoyed the helplessness, It was easier for me to give in, I didn't have to think about want I was allowing, he controlled me and that is what I wanted now. Still dressed in my panties & bra, he suddenly then rolled me back, showing me how strong he was and how sexually helpless I was, and continued his wonderful lustful attack. He pulled me off the bed and to my knees, he stood and held my head, and told me to undo his pants. I did as he asked, then took him into my mouth, I did my best, he let me for do it to him for a long time. He made love to me over and over, then we rested. 

About 11:00 PM that night, I awoke from a nap, still on the bed, on my stomach, in nylons and heels, when I thought I saw another flash, at first I thought it was lightening, a few moments later another, I rolled on my side, when yet another flash lite the room. It was Richard taking my picture, I protested. Please just a few more, he said, you are so very beautiful, I managed a smile, then realized I didn't want him to have any nude pictures of me. He took one more and saw I was getting upset then he said OK, no pictures, And promised to delete them from the camera. I look terrible was all I could think of to say. He fiddled with the digitial camera and said all gone. 

As we were dressing, he told me that he decided to promote Jimmy to sales manager. And said he have a confession to make to me. As I hooked my bra, I thought he was joking. Then he said he had lied to us about his wife. They never had sex with anyone else, and that Karen never would go alone with anything. I was reeling. So Jimmy didn't sleep with Karen? No, she left the Island right after the scuba trip, her mother lives in Florida and flew out to visit her. 

I called him bastard! A fucking bastard! He agreed with me and said he was sorry. We took a cab back to the hotel. On the way he suggested we keep this our secret. Tell Jimmy we went to the restaurant, waited for them then finally ordered, and that he called the hotel but there was no answer, so we watched the floor show and returned, both having a good time.

I put the key into the lock when the door sprang open. Jimmy was standing there looking worried. Where have you been? He asked me. He was saying how he waited in the lobby for 45 minutes for Karen, finally called her room, but there was no answer. He didn't know what restaurant we went to. Jimmy asked if everything was OK.

I believed if I told him what that bastard did, Jimmy would beat him up real bad then quit his job. It may ruin our relationship. No, everything is not OK, I pretended to be peeved at having spent a boring evening with his boss. I quickly walked past him saying I am going to take a shower and get ready for bed.

I felt terrible about everything I did that night. Richard and I acted like nothing had happened. In a few days, the vacation was over and we all flew back home. Guilt was working on me, but I still thought it was better than telling Jimmy.

Jimmy was the sales manager and got his big raise, and I went along with his flashing games without making it hard for him to convince me.

It was about two months after his promotion that Jimmy had to go out of town for three days on business. The second day, I received a call from his boss, Richard. He said he sent me an e-mail and I should read it right away, then hung up.

My heart was pounding as I heard "you got mail". The message said to meet him at this hotel bar at 3:00, It had an attached file, I opened it and there were four nude photos of me on that bed in Aruba that Richard had taken. I was in shock, what could I do? I cried for a while, then decided I should tell Jimmy everything, then I decided I shouldn't. I didn't know what to do and 3:00 was only four hours away. I knew there was only one thing I could live with, call Jimmy.

I told my husband the entire story and he listen to everything I had to say, then he told me that he had a confession too. He had his boss call me today, and send that e-mail. He found out from his boss that I had slept with him in Aruba. His boss was sorry and wanted to make up for being sleazy. Jimmy knew I wasn't at fault for what happened and it was a good thing I didn't tell him that night. We talked, cried, and we both felt better, then Jimmy said he wanted to hear all the details about that night in Aruba, but first, I want you to keep your date, but, only if you are willing, I will be very happy if you do. Tell me what you want me to wear for him, honey.



Trick or Teat



October 31, 2007

Charles Schofield sat at down at the table, finally getting a chance to catch his breath and enjoy his meal. His wife Claire had taken the kids out trick-or-treating, leaving him alone to watch over the house and pass out candy to the neighborhood kids while they were gone. And the kids had been coming nonstop all day. Almost as soon as the sun began to set, the kids were constantly ringing the doorbell. Only now did Charles have a chance to actually enjoy his sandwich.

Unfortunately for Charles, no sooner had he taken a bite then the doorbell rang again. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was already 9:00. It was pretty late and the trick-or-treaters should have begun heading home by now. Shaking his head, Charles got up and walked over towards the door. He opened it, and was greeted by quite a surprising sight.

Instead of some kid in a silly little ghost, devil or hobgoblin costume, there was a cute looking brunette teen waiting for him at the door, a grinning neon orange pumpkin bucket in her hands. Admittedly, she was in costume, though it consisted of little more than a low cut black satin dress, spiderweb fishnet stockings, black lipstick and nailpolish, high heels, and of course, a pointed witch's cap. But that wasn't what caught Charles' attention.

Instead, his eyes were immediately drawn to the buxom teenager's well-endowed chest. She was a rather petite girl, but she more than made up for it with her enormous breasts. They easily looked to be double Ds, though Charles had never been good at guessing cup sizes. The young girl's breasts strained against the soft fabric of her little costume, showing off her more than ample cleavage, and threatening to burst free at any moment. Charles desperately tried not to stare at them.

More than a little surprised by this visitor, Charles struggled to stammer out a coherent sentence, all while keeping his eyes above her chest. A feeble "ummm" was all that he managed to make out.

"Hello Mr. Schofield," the girl said giggling. It seemed that she was all too aware of the affect that she was having on the poor man.

Charles, for his part, was still confused.

"You don't remember me," she said.

Charles just shook his head. His mind was drawing a complete blank, but then again, he was a little distracted at the moment so he couldn't really think clearly.

"It's me Nicole... you remember, from across the street..."

As soon as she said that, a look of sudden realization washed over Charles' face.

"Nicole Lucciano? The same Nicole Lucciano who used to live across the street?"

The busty little brunette just giggled.

"Aren't you a little old to still be trick-or-treating?"

"I'm only eighteen," she said, "I think I can still get away with it for another year or so..."

"Well," Charles replied, "You've certainly... ummm... grown up. So what brings you back here? I thought you're family moved closer to the city."

"We did," Nicole said, "But I thought maybe I'd pay you a visit since it's Halloween and I haven't seen you in years. You know I'm going away to college after I graduate, so I won't really be around here anymore."

"Uh huh," Charles said.

"Well, I know this is going to sound a little weird Mr. Schofield, but I was always a little... ummm... well, attracted to you."

"Nicole," Charles interrupted her, "I can't... you're only eighteen and it's just not right."

"How old were you when you first had sex," Nicole asked him.

Charles was silent.

"Eighteen," he finally admitted, "But back then..."

"I don't see what the difference is," Nicole interjected, "And besides, it's not like you're my first time or anything. I've already lost my virginity. So just please let me in. I promise that I'll make it worth your while"

"But Nicole," he said, still trying to let the teen down gently, "It's already 9:00. My wife will be home with the kids within half an hour."

"Then I guess we'd better hurry," Nicole said, "Come on. I'll let you play with my tits..."

As she said that, the curvy brunette teen slowly lowered her top, giving Charles a quick peek at her enormous breasts before quickly pulling it back up. He was certainly enticed by what she had to offer. He had always been something of a breast man, but his wife's tits, while still very nice, were nothing compared to this young slut's massive mammaries.

Reluctantly, Charles eventually sighed and acquiesced, moving aside so that the busty young teen could come in. He just really hoped his wife wouldn't come home any time soon...

"So," Charles said, filled with both guilt and excitement over the whole unbelievable situation, "Where did you want to do this? Upstairs in the bedroom?"

"That sounds good," Nicole replied, "Mind leading the way?"

Charles willingly obliged, looking behind him as he ascended the steps to see his eighteen-year old house guest's huge breasts jiggle delightfully as she tried to walk up the stairs in her heels. He showed her into the bedroom, where he sat down on the bed and began to take off his clothing. As he slipped out of his pants, Nicole decided to treat him to a sultry striptease.

Nicole shook her hips, dancing as if to some unheard music as she slipped out of her skimpy little witch costume. It looked to be about two sizes too small for her, making it a tight fit, but she eventually managed to pull it off. Her enormous mountains of tit flesh popped free, shaking as she swayed too and fro. Charles could feel himself getting hard as she presented her massive chest to him. He started to jerk off as he watched her, and soon Nicole made her way over towards him, high heels still on, and sat down on his lap.

With her gigantic breasts brushing against his face, Nicole helped the older man jerk off. She lovingly stroked his cock, bringing him almost to the point out of orgasm before she stopped.

"You're not going to cum yet, are you Mr. Schofield?"

"Not until I get to fuck those lovely tits of yours," he replied.

Nicole obliged him and knelt down in front of him, squeezing her delicious boobs together so that Charles could indulge his desires. She moaned in pleasure as she felt the older man's cock thrusting in and out between her ridiculously big boobs, each thrust leaving a sticky trail of precum across her chest and neck. It wasn't much longer before Charles finally managed to shoot his load across the young brunette's face. Nicole purred seductively and licked her lips, swallowing a few salty dribbles of his man juices as she did so.

"Wow," he said breathlessly, "That was... amazing..."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Shit," Charles exclaimed, "Shit! Shit! SHIT!"

"What's wrong," Nicole asked.

"That's probably my wife," he said, "She went out trick-or-treating with the kids so she'll be coming back soon and..."

"It's all right Mr. Schofield," Nicole said coyly, "She already knows all about this..."

"But..."

"Who's idea do you think this was in the first place," Nicole smiled, "She said if you liked this, then you'll really like the threesome she has planned for you on Thanksgiving..."

As Charles slowly realized what was going on, Nicole turned over and lay down on the bed, giving him a nice view of her behind.

"Now if you're done worrying about your wife, why don't you get back over here and fuck me up the ass..."



Trick or Treat



There is something about Joan that most men find irresistible. Her long raven hair past her shoulders, lovely dark green eyes. Her voice almost sounds like she is purring. That body of hers is as "beautiful as any woman in playboy." 

Joan never is with out a male companion. You see very few females around her, they just don't seem to like her very much. Joan's beauty and very sexy personality just may have something to do with that. Joan is striking at about 5'8" 140lbs."You know that body is built for sex." 

Terri Rivers LPN is a firry red head who always wanted what other women had. She tried many times to learn the secret of Joan's success but has been unsuccessful. Terri will not give up and it thrills Joan to no end to see this woman try like this. Joan even feels she may even help her along the way. Terri is the assistant to Dr. Penleton who lives with his mother. 

He also loves to fuck Joan, and she sees to it that he always brings her some rare jewels back from Europe.

Dr. Harry Penleton has just returned from Europe and was suppose to see his mother but instead made a detour to a house on Brair Ln. the home of Joan Fender. He rang the bell and Joan answered the door and kissed him on his lips saying welcome back my good Doctor. She tells him will you please come in. Harry sits down and Joan brings him a cup of tea. "She sweetens it with a special elixir that soon will have him eating out of her hand." 

Harry stand up and let me see that beautiful cock of yours and he obeys. Harry pulls his 8 inches out of his pants and she tells him sit back down. Joan then raises her dress and pulls her black thong aside and sits on his cock and starts riding him like a cowgirl on a bronco. "God Harry I love your cock and you feel so good in my pussy." Keep driving that hunk of meat into me. "You just feel so wonderful, there is nothing like a stiff cock in the morning."

Doctor Penleton is the big cheese around here so to speak. Of course the women let him get the last words in{ Yes dear } . These are what all men practice to say when wanting a stable home life. Just ask any woman at all she will tell you.

You now have two more members of this little story to meet. Martha Penleton the good doctor's Momma and myself. This woman until two years ago never had sex for more than two minutes and no more than twice a month. "John Penleton had to be the worst fuck on the main line in Philadelphia." She only laid on her back and never had an orgasm until she was 74 years old. John only fucked her three times on their honeymoon. 

Myself, I am Isis, 24 inches long from nose to tail, Cobalt blue eyes and coal black short hair fur. "I am a familiar," one who is a close spirit with a witch or warlock. I also do the bidding and message work for my master. "I do tell a mean story also!" Just in case you haven't guessed I'm a Pussy!

My mistress Joan Fender is a woman whom men can not resist, And there are plenty of women who would like to do her also. Marty the Doc's mom is an old broad who has been turned loose. Let me tell you how this came about and why my Mistress was the cause of this creation. 

This started two years ago on All Hallows Eve. When my Mistress first meet the Doc's Momma, Martha was just coming from a home that Harry had had her in. When she was her usual self, bitching and moaning about everything. 

Joan had a good thing going with the Doc and she did not want it fucked up. Doc was going to Europe twice a year and was bring her back certain jewels that went into her elixirs. 

As I sat on a shelf in her laboratory I took special notice of the potion that she was brewing. I knew it was a strong sexual potion that she would give to someone and whom I had know idea. But it was going to be fun to watch that I did know.

Joan had me sit in her lap and sent me to the Doctor's home. I was to make sure that momma would invite Joan for tea this afternoon. I waited as the Doc came in and his mom asked about Joan and said why don't you invite her over for tea today. Harry was surprised as hell, but did as Marty asked. 3pm was tea time in Harry's house.

That afternoon tea was quite pleasant and Martha seem to enjoy Joan's company. She did slip the elixir into Marty's tea but Harry drank from the same tea pot also which he rarely did. 

This worried her but it was done. So now she must wait the twelve hours for All Hallows Eve to be over then the elixir will loose it's potencies.

Marty's eyes started to glaze over and her breathing became heavy. I moved myself to her bed room and jumped up to her chase lounge to get a good view of the room. 

Joan and Harry brought Mom in and Joan said she would let Harry put her to bed. Joan left the room saying good night to Harry and gave him a kiss as she left. Harry takes his mom's clothes off and starts to put on here night gown when his mother grabs his cock and says Harry your father never let me suck his cock do you know that. Harry answers back no mom I didn't.

Harry was embarrassed that mom was talking like that but he didn't care all the sudden she was rubbing his cock and it felt good. Harry I really want to suck it can I, please Harry let me suck that beautiful cock. 

Teach me how Harry please I want to suck it, "let me taste you." Marty now pulls down Harry's pants and underwear. She sees her son's cock and can't believe it is so much bigger than her husbands. 

Harry takes his cock and rubs it over his mothers lips and she opens her mouth and starts to suck on her sons cock and now strokes that gorgeous piece of meat. His mother just sucked his cock for all she was worth and now Harry can feel his balls fill with the elixir of life as he starts shooting load after load of hot cum into his mother's mouth and down her throat. "Oh god Martha thinks to her self, I could have been doing this for fifty years." 

She took everything from her son she could and wanted more. Harry she asked him, are you ready to go again and he said mom are you nuts. No son I just have fifty years to make up. "Well then get over here and bring the Vaseline with you." 

She did as Harry said and he was in a fucking frenzy. Mom you want to make up 50 years alright now, get on this chair and bend over the back of it. Marty does and I watch the Doc put the Vaseline on her ass then on his fingers and push them up in her and spread her sphincter nice and wide as he now greases up his cock and makes ready to push that big Mother into her. "That's a little cat humor."

A big glob on the head and now Doc pushes that cock slowly into his Mothers ass as she cries out in agony. He pushes in about half way then pulls back and pushes back in then pulls back this then he pushes in all the way and she moans and tells him keep going and don't stop. God don't stop Harry the pain and pleasure feel wonderful. 

Mother and son have now picked up a steady rhythm and this old broad is definitely making up for lost time She is fucking her son like he has not felt before. Harry can not believe how good Mom is with her first ass fuck. Marty is churning on his balls like she is making butter. It has been almost 25 minutes since he started to fuck her ass and now he is ready to cumm. Her muscles in her ass are now pulling him in and out. Squeezing that big cock waiting for him to fill her asshole with his joy juice. She and Harry are having their own trick or treat. 

I'm watching this and I know Joan can observe everything thru my eyes. I do hope the good Doctor finishes soon, because I'm missing my cat nap. 

Just then Harry starts moaning and telling Momma that he is going to Cumm and his body starts to stiffen and he starts driving that big cock into his poor Mothers asshole. Load after load of hot Cumm shoots into her bowls. Martha is now in the heavenly feelings of her own orgasm and is also "cussing out John, Harry's father for not fucking her like a man." Her orgasm leaves her in a euphoric state as this is all most to good to be true. 

Their orgasm's have now subsided and both mother and son lay next to each other and fall asleep. They do seem sated for now and I'll be able to take my nap. 

I had all ready delivered a little package to Terri for her first visit to Joan's abode. I'm sure it will be interesting. But now it is my nap time and I'm tired. 

I'm awaken by a sound as I see Martha stir and she sees her naked son and his beautiful cock still laying there. Oh son she says let me get a towel and wash cloth and clean you off. She comes back with a warm wet cloth and washes his cock and balls then dries them.

I watch as she now takes him into her mouth and starts to gently run her tongue over the head and then run her lips up and down Harry's shaft. Harry has awaken and is loving this treatment, but tells mom that he wants to eat her pussy. 

No dear she says to him that will be for a special time. This is what I want right now is just to suck your beautiful cock and taste your cumm as it goes down my throat. Remember I have fifty years to make up. 

Momma now goes back to what she was doing and Harry lays back with a smile as momma is going to give Joan a run for her money. Maybe Joan created her own monster with that potion. It just may have been to strong. 

Momma is sliding up and down on his cock with her mouth loving the taste of his pre cum and she is trying like hell to get past the gag reflex. Harry can feel this and it is driving him wild with lust for his mother as he now grabs her head and starts pumping her mouth with his cock and she is now really into it. Her hands can not go around it but she still tries to stroke his cock in time with her sucking. She comes off his cock long enough to say yes son fuck my mouth Cumm in Momma's fucking mouth and she goes back down on his dick. 

Harry now tells his mother what a great cock sucker she is and how good she is making him feel. "Momma oh god Momma suck my cock I want to Cumm in your belly and fill you up." He pulls his mother to him and he felt her throat open and his cock went all the way in as her lips rested in his pubic hairs. 

This caused him to explode with great force as the first spurts went down Mommas throat into her tummy, and she had to pull back to breathe and she went right back on it. Martha was not going to miss a drop of her son's nectar. She said it was the real nectar of the Gods, and it was her sons. 

Harry looked into his mother's eyes and can not believe that it was this woman who had just given him the best blow job he can ever remember. Mom I have never Cumm like that in my life and you say you never sucked a cock but what a night we just had. It may never happen again but at least I have known what it is like to be fucked by a man. The very man that I gave life to. God I wish I know how to fuck like this when you were a teenager.

Once midnight came the potion wore off and momma and son would be left to their own devices. I watched as both showered, as the Doc washed his mom and dried her and put on a clean night gown and tucked her in with the biggest smile on the old woman's face. 

The Doc took his shower and he was lost in deep thought as I watched him stroke his big cock as he cleaned himself. Harry dress and made sure momma was all right and went in and called Joan and asked if he could come over and she said of course Doc my pleasure. Joan was surprised seeing how he had just fucked the shit out of his mother's ass and she gave him a nice blow job.

Harry just fuck mom but she was not complaining. Joan loved Harry's cock and like his mom said his Cumm is the nectar of the Gods and there is not any women who would not swallow his juice. 

Harry came in and gave Joan a deep longing kiss and she kissed him back with a desire that seemed unusual for her. She wasted no time and pulled Harry right to her Bedroom and almost caught my tail in the door as she closed it. I sat up in the window as those two just pawed each others clothes off. Harry pushed Joan down on her big round bed that is 8 feet in diameter and does revolve. 

Harry stared at her beautiful breasts and those nipples that stick out about one inch and are so suck able, they almost make me wish I was human, almost. Then he worked toward her flat stomach and her naval most women would love to see on themselves. He then slides his tongue down into that beautiful cunt of hers.

Harry can not resist the taste of Joan's lovely pussy he just loves her juices. Then he puts a finger into her love tunnel then a second and starts sawing motion. He finds that G-spot of hers and now grabs her clitoris with his lips as he now picks her up off the bed by the two fingers he has sawing into her G-spot and Joan can not spot Cumming and I sit here watching my Mistress bouncing all over her bed screaming. This is the only human who has been able to do this to her and he does this with out a spell. 

"She is Moaning no more Harry please no more Harry oh Harry I Love you, No more, please." Harry gives her so many orgasms that she can not keep count and they just roll through her. Mistress says nobody has ever done that to her before. 

Harry finally comes up for air and I can see his cock is now ready for action. Her juices are all over his face and he just licks his lips and smiles. Now as he slides between her legs and pushes his meat into her lovely pussy. It grips him like a glove and he feels her muscles ripple up and down his shaft. He can feel her cervix as he drives into her as far as he can. Then he starts his slow with drawl until only the head is left in and now the assault starts over again. 

They both feel the rapture of the moment and Harry's balls begin to fill with his nectar and Joan does want it. Harry is driving in into Joan with everything he has now. She is pounding back like wise. Their body's making load noises as pubic bones clash and Harry is now ready to explode. Joan's orgasms have now started and she has wave after wave of pure ecstasy has come over her. "Oh god she feels Harry explode into her." The heat from his Cumm is so wonderful on the inside of her womb as she feels all the Cumm this man has pouring into her pussy. 

The hot Cumm is pouring out like lava from a volcano and Harry is moaning how good she is and how he loves her. "If this gets any worse I my go over on the bed and throw up a big hair ball." They did enjoy each others company and I wondered why she hadn't married him before this. 

That was the beginning with Momma. Terri came a couple of days latter, when it was clear she wanted to be part of this fuck fest. Terri was in the Doc's office working on paper work when I appeared and jumped up and sat in her lap. She was a little surprised but she did pet me and said your a little black pussy and so cute. 

She smiled and said I'm a big red one and giggled like it was a joke for the both of us. What she didn't know was I could smell her aroma and I know Mistress would love to taste her. So that afternoon Terri was to find out what it was like to eat Joans pussy and to have Harry fuck her also. 

Now to present day 2006 and ready for Halloween and the best part of the story, from my point of view. 

I'm sitting on Joan's lap and she is stroking my fur and I'm in seventh heaven. This to me is better than sex but of course I'm not human. Joan is telling me about her plans for one last fling for Harry to have before she gets him to marry her. He has asked her several times and now she wants to. 

Her cycle will be coming up and she can get pregnant. "This happens only once with Joan every ten years," so it will be now or never with this marriage and she does love Harry. As Mistress pets me she tells me how happy she will be to have a little girl around the house to train again. It has been forty years since Nicole has left the nest and Joan is ready for mother hood again. Joan is still very young at only 220years old and can have at least four more children. "Terri will be there along with Martha and Joan that should keep the Doc busy on All Hallows Eve." 

The evening is set to start at 6pm and continue until mid night, with the Doc fucking and sucking all three women. I myself had to deliver the elixir for this evenings festivities. I have my spot all picked out for this event. Harry and Martha came in first and are both dressed in long black robes with a half mask then Terri comes in with a long red velvet half mask, red velvet dress, red choker and her red hair in a French twist. My Mistress was stunning with a black silk floor length night dress and a single strand of pearls that Harry had bought her in Italy. Even Martha looked quite good for an old broad. All silver, along with the beautiful gray hair.

Joan had everyone retire to the bed room with drinks all ready set up there. Martini's for the ladies and J&B for Harry. His favorite scotch other than Johnny Walker Blue, but who wants to buy that just for a simple fuck fest. 

I can see Marty's old tits sagging and her pussy full of gray hair and as I look around the contrast is amazing with red pussy hair black and silver it does look like something that a man would like to have a choice of which one to fuck and when. 

Harry grabs his Momma and lays her on the bed and starts to put his head between her legs. He now starts to run his tongue up through her pussy lips and can feel her juices start to flow down her cunt. He puts a finger in side her than a second to make sure she will be able to take his cock with out hurting her. He slowly pushes those fingers back and forth to make sure her juices are flowing and he can feel Momma start fucking his fingers. Now he sucks on her clit and she tells him how much she loves him and he should have been fucking her all these years instead of John. 

She tells Harry to give her that big piece of meat and fuck her like a twenty year old. Fuck your Mother like you are trying to nock her up. Fuck me Harry please make me come and fill me up. 

He is now banging Mom for all he is worth and the other two woman can not believe this 76 year old women is fucking like a twenty year old. 

I sit and watch as Harry pounds away. He gives her as much cock as he can. They watch as that cock pistons in and out of her and then he drives deep into his Momma and fills her with is juice as she just moans and smiles in ecstasy. They still can't believe it. Martha loves it no doubt about it. Joan thinks, and I created this Frankenstein and they said it was just a story. Man can that old broad fuck and just like a twenty year old. 

Martha is sated and she lays in a big lounge chair as Harry has another scotch on the rocks. Harry gives her a soft kiss on her lips and says Mom that is from me. Martha just smiles and says I know son. 

Terri is next and that red head is something else. She is about 5'2" maybe 130lbs. And she is good to go. 36c-24-38 and like the rest she loves the ass poked. I'm thinking it must be something in the water that these women like to get so much cock in their ass. Her ass is beautiful and you would think she may be black with that butt of hers. Her pussy hair is like a big red bush and she has a clit like a little cock and it is almost the size of Joan's. Mistress has the biggest I have seen in two hundred years. Yes I live that long and even longer.

Terri brings over a warm wet rag and washes off Harry's cock. Then she takes him over onto the bed and tells the other two to watch and to learn how to swallow a cock. Terri says to Doc lay back Sweetie you are going for a ride, and then she goes down on his cock. She wraps her tongue around the head of his cock and then slides her tongue up and down that shaft. She grabs the base and makes sure that he will not be able to Cumm for awhile. 

As now she slowly pushes her self down past her gag reflex and into her throat that cock slides another two inches and now she is buried with her lips in his pubic hairs and squeezing her throat muscles on his cock and he can feel that and she is now trying pull the Cumm from his balls. Harry can feel Terri have a couple of her own orgasms as she is swallowing his cock and is taking his balls in hand very gently squeezing them. Now he is ready to Cumm and he pulls out and has the need to bury his cock deep into her and he pushes her legs back as he rubs his head over her wet lips and she feels that big head on her clitoris. Harry pushes in between her pussy lips and into her hole and drives that cock straight into her bottom and he can go no further. Right against her womb. Terri feels that big boy in her and now she wants him to take her to paradise. Make me Cumm lover make me Cumm.




Trick or Treat



Harry and Terri have a perfect rhythm going and they are just fucking and trying to push each others ass through their hips. The smell of sex now filters through the air and these two are really adding to that as their juices are flowing over everything. I have never seen two people make this much juice at one fucking before, not even my Mistress.

Now I hear the Doc start to shout "Yes, Yes, Yes," as he is now driving his cock into here for all he is worth and she is screaming "fuck me Harry you mother fucker." Fuck me you son of a bitch and she is pumping like a bitch in heat. Those two look like a steam engine gone crazy as they try to kill each other with their genitals. "Man can those two fuck each other and it only gets better."

Harry has Terri right under him and is driving that cock straight down into that red headed pussy. "As he now Cumms and he is shooting load after load of Cumm into Terri's pussy as she feels his hot Cumm." Anew wave of euphoria comes over her and she just lays there with a smile on her face. 

Now it soon will be Joans turn and she is ready, as I will run to my litter box then grab a bite to eat before the main event. I know Harry will have at least one more J&B before the main event.

Now after a good pee and a snack I'm back in my good seat to watch Harry and Joan. 

Harry comes over to her and he kisses her sweetly and smiles. Joan says to Harry that this is his last time to play around, and she says that this is it big boy. After tonight that cock is going to belong to only one person and that is me Harry, have you got that, Harry smiles and says in a low tone "yes dear." He knows that drives her nuts and she will be pissed at him now for a couple of days but she will still fuck him. 

He takes Joan in his arms and he starts to nibble on her ears and then down onto her shoulders. He plants little butterfly kisses on her shoulders and down toward her breasts as he now pulls her night dress off and lets it fall to the floor. He can feel those beautiful breasts and has a handful both hands squeeze and rub and play with those nipples as now 

Harry will take first one than the other into his mouth and suck on them. He kneads her Titties then pushes one hand down into that patch of black pussy hair, that is kept neatly trimmed on either side of those swollen pussy lips. They are as full as any as you'll ever see. Joan loves them sucked and Harry does a good job for her. 

He will stay there for as long as she wants him to. He has even stayed over night because she asked him to stay down on her. "I would say that is a man who likes to eat pussy." Harry now pulls her onto the bed and rolls into a sixty nine position. They both do not waste any time letting their tongues get to work. It is a mutual suck fest for the both of them. Harry's cock is hard as a rock and Joan's pussy is like a small stream letting it flood here and there. Joan grabs Harry by his balls and says lay down big boy I'm ready to ride. 

Harry lays back and Joan climbs on and slowly she lowers her tight ass pussy down onto his cock even though she is so wet he is still a big cock and she has to take it slow at first. Now she is able to move up and down and starts to "ride Harry like a Bucking Bronco" and she is watching that cock of his pound in and out of her. She is really enjoying this pounding God what a man and this is with out any elixir. That makes it twice as good and later "I'll have to find some boy's for Terri and Momma."

She is thinking how much Terri and his Momma are going to miss this cock but it is hers from now on no one else will ever fuck him again only Joan. She love's him to much and she hasn't felt like this in almost forty years so nobody will spoil her new love. Harry now rolls her over and gets her on her back as she has he leg pushed around her ears and he is just pumping like a steam engine and almost as untiring. 

Harry must be fucking Joan for over a half hour now and is still pounding away. "I'm looking for the little Pink Bunny to come through any second now beating his Drum." I truly am enjoying this but there is not to much time left. Harry is now giving all he has and considering what he has done this evening I do believe this man deserves a big round of applause. Harry tells Joan he is ready and she says give me all of it Harry please make me pregnant. Harry then Cumms and he shoots his load with as much force as he did the last two. Joan can not believe how much Cumm this man is giving her as it flows out the side of her cunt and now down her leg as she lays there next to Harry. Joan also has the look of a woman well fucked.

I'm watching all three women and what they seem to be feeling as it is now midnight and "All Hallows Eve" is over. "Martha was first, then Terri they seemed to be a little bit nauseous." Harry fell asleep and he did deserve that rest. I did leave a little note for my mistress. There were three test kits and all three women were to go and test. I sat at the window and I heard two "ungodly screams" and one that was a sweet "Yahooooooooooooooooooo." Joan came out and looked at me and said Isis did you do this. All I did was purr and meowed. The other two came out of the bath room and they had a look of shock on their face. Both just took and "EPT" and they had a positive result. Well they asked to get pregnant didn't they? "One 76 year old woman and another with no uterus." "From Isis TRICK or TREAT."



Trick or Treat



Halloween had come again. Trick or treater's were running up and down the street. Kid's dressed like witches, vampires, monsters, fairies, and everything in between. Trinity was home alone, handing out candy. There was a raging party tonight, but she had to miss it because her parents had grounded her. 18 and grounded. Didn't that figure. She was stuck at home handing out candy and they were out at a friends party. They would be gone until the wee hours of the morning. To ease the pain of being stuck at home, she raided her parents porn collection.

Finding the perfect one on the bottom of the pile, Camp Cuddly Pines Chainsaw Massacre. It was one that made fun of the modern horror flicks, but had phenomenal sex scenes. She popped in the DVD and settled down on the couch to watch. Her fingers slid under her dress and she played with her clit between doorbell rings. Pinching and rubbing her clit, her mound swelling, the other hand playing with her own nipples. Mmmm, her pussy was getting so wet... Sliding her fingers in she found the g-spot and massaged it until she came. The doorbell rang, again. Shit, she was sure her cum was soaking the back of her dress.

Opening the door, there was no one there. Suddenly a masked figure popped up at her from behind the bench on her front porch. Trinity screamed and slammed the door. Hearing laughter from outside, her face flushed with anger. Swinging the door open she recognized the masked figure as being a boy from school. David. That asshole. "What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded. 

"Awww, don't get mad at me. I was just playin'," he said, still giggling.

"It's not funny asshole," she shot at him. David took off the mask and gave her the puppy eyes.

"May I come in? Please?" he begged. 

Trinity sighed. "No one's supposed to be here but me. I'm freakin' grounded" she said.

"Oh? What did you do?" he asked. 

"Flunking math. Parents don't think I'm gonna get into college. I'll be glad when we graduate after this year" she said. "Besides, won't your girlfriend be mad your here? And why are you not at the party?" she asked.

"Naw. Broke up this morning. Confronted her and found out she was sleeping with my best friend. Fuck that bitch. Never liked her anyway. As for the party, I got bored and left." Trinity was taken aback. David's girlfriend was gorgeous. Tan, long legs, perfect ass, almond eyes, and long brown hair. She wished she could look like that. "Sooooo, you gonna let me in or not?" he asked her, cocking his head to the side.

Trinity frowned, but opened the door and stepped back to let him in. "What exactly are you supposed to be?" David asked as he flopped down on the couch. She pointed to the huge wings by the door. 

"A fairy, but the wings were too bulky. So I took them off" she replied sitting down on the other side of the couch.

"What are you watching?" his voice puzzled. 

"Oh, my god. Nothing!" She dove for the remote, but he was faster than her. Pressing play the next sex scene came on. David's eyes bugged out and his jaw dropped. Clearly, he had never seen anything quite like this. 

"Oh, my. You naughty, naughty girl." He winked at her.

She was kinda uncomfortable watching this with him. Trinity had always admired David from afar. He was tall, well muscled, and as sexy as they came, but she didn't know him. Why was he really here? David decided to lay down to watch the movie with his head in her lap. Her uncomfortableness was growing. But, so was her horniness. Half way through the scene she felt her juices running down her pussy.

David had always liked Trinity, but had never been brave enough to approach her. Tonight had been different though. It seemed like there was magic in the air, and so many possibilities.... His cock was beginning to get hard and push against his pants. She's gonna notice he thought. This can't be good... or can it?

He rolled over to face her and rolled up her dress, exposing her wet panties. Well, g-string actually. She offered no resistance when he licked her clit, tasting her sweet cum. Careful to keep his head buried between her legs, he slid off the couch to get a better angle.

Trinity moaned as his tongue worked its magic. Licking and sucking her cum from her pussy. She leaned back giving him more room to move around. His tongue slid in and out of her dripping hole as his fingers teased and rubbed her clit. Her moans growing with every stoke. Was this some kind of dream? A voodoo spell? She didn't care anymore, not as long as he kept touching her. An orgasm began to build and her legs tightened around his head. Her back arched as she came. David licked up every drop. Now he slid a finger into that tight pussy, then another, and another. God, she was so tight and wet, he almost lost it right there.

She slid off the couch and kissed him, laying him down on his back. Starting with his ear, she licked and kissed her way down his neck and chest. Upon reaching his stomach, she nipped, causing his stomach to quiver. Trinity crawled backwards until her tits were resting on his cock. She looked up at him with hunger in her eyes. He was breathing deeply and watching her make her way down. She undid his pants and freed his cock. It was much bigger than she ever could have imagined.

It had to be at least eight inches long and three inches wide. "Ahhhhh" she said, licking the tip. David tilted his head back and moaned. Trinity ran her tongue from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his cock. His hands grasped at the carpet, trying with everything he had to keep from cumming.

She took him as far as she could in her mouth all at once, causing David to gasp. He looked down to watch her head bob up and down. Her tiny mouth felt so good. Man, she knew what she was doing. Sucking like a freakin' hoover, tongue teasing, oh, it was too much. He was going to loose it already. It had been too long since he'd gotten a blow job. Or anything for that matter. His cum shot down her throat. Trinity swallowed as much as she could, but there was just too much and some dripped out of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand and licked it off. 

His hand reached down to grab a handful of hair and bring her up to his lips, and the doorbell rang. Grabbing a blanket and throwing it on him, she ran to the door to hand out candy to the trick or treaters and shoo them away. She turned off the porch light to detour any other kids.

David was masturbating under the blanket, trying to make sure he stayed hard. Trinity returned and threw the blanket off. Straddling him she slid his cock into her pussy. It was so wet it slid all the way in at once. David groaned with pleasure, and Trinity reached up to squeeze her own breasts. His hands slid up her thighs and lifted the dress over her head. She was wearing no bra. Her pussy began to grind his cock, slow at first, but picking up speed quickly. Now David reached up to grab her tits and pinch her nipples. Then she began to bounce her pussy all the way up and down his shaft. "Oh, fuck baby, your such a dirty whore. Tell me you like it!" he said in a throaty voice. 

"Yeah, oh yeah baby, I love the feel of your cock, its so big, it fills me up, oh fuck!" she moaned. She slowed down and ground against him for a minute before turning around to ride him in reverse cowboy. This just made her pussy even tighter. Her cum was dripping down his thighs. She reached down to play with his balls as she fucked his cock, hard and fast.

He began to thrust his cock up into her pussy, grabbed her ass, screaming "fuck it baby, fuck that cock. Make me cummmm!" Their orgasms built until they both climaxed together. Their cum mixing together and leaking down his cock and balls. Trinity slid off and lay next to him. "You don't think that's it, do you?" he asked rolling over to kiss her. 

She looked surprised, but shook her head. "Good. I'm gonna fuck you till you're raw." He kissed her passionately and rolled on top. David moved down to bury his head between her huge tits. He moved to lick and suck on those perfect nipples.

She reached down to rub his cock, slick with their cum. Then she moved down to suck their sweet cum off his cock. Shortly it was as hard as ever. David got up and pulled her up with him. "Here, lean over" he said bending her over the piano. One hard thrust and he was in her ass. Trinity moaned from the pleasure. He began to thrust hard into her, spanking her ass. Her hands gripped the edges of the piano, moans getting louder and louder. Her ass moving back and forth, matching his every thrust. His balls were slapping her pussy. 

Halloween decorations fell over, some falling into the floor. "Oh god, I didn't think her ass could possibly be any tighter than her pussy?" he thought. "I'm gonna cumm, I'm gonna cumm, oh shit, fuck me baby!" she screamed. Her cum ran down his cock, down his balls, and onto his legs.

"I'm not done with you yet" he said. David slid his cock out and led her to the recliner.

Trinity positioned herself in doggy style, burying her head between the back of the chair and the arm. David's cock slid into that tight, wet pussy. It was swollen and tighter than ever, swallowing his cock. His thrusts came hard and fast. Her fingers moved down to play with her clit while he fucked her. The more she moaned, the harder he plunged into her, gripping her ass to help his thrusting. 

David fucked her harder and faster than he had ever done before. Eventually they both reached orgasm and collapsed in the floor from exhaustion. "Was it any good baby?" he asked her.

"A dream come true," she whispered back. They laid there and held each other for awhile. "Definitely a night of treats," she thought. He'd have go go soon, before her parents got home, but there was still time. Happy Halloween.



Trick or Treat



It was one of those years when Halloween fell on a Monday. So there were parties spread out over the weekend instead of on just one night.

Of course what's Halloween without some sort of costume. This year I decided go as a policeman and since I have a buddy on the local force, getting a realistic looking uniform was no problem. With a few modifications, of course, like removing the municipal patch and replacing it with a similar looking one. It was complete, pistol belt, baton, and handcuffs. I thought about a holster and fake gun but opted out just to make sure no unnecessary problems occurred because of it. It is one thing to look complete but I wasn't looking to get hassled because of it.

Because there were so many parties and friends of ours going out, we decided that we would start out at separate places and then meet up later in the evening and one of our favorite bars.

So as I left my friends I noticed that I was running a little late but instead of calling or texting I just decided to make my way to bar to surprise you. Though we had planned on meeting, I never mentioned what my costume was and all you said about yours was that it was going to sexy.

About a half a block away I noticed you outside the bar with friends. It looked like you were saying goodnight to them. Crap, guess I am late. Still wanting to get your reaction to my costume I decided not to call out to you. I walked a little faster to catch up with you as you were walking to the parking garage. I thought I would catch you by the time you got to elevator but I just missed you. Looking around I spotted the stairs and quickly climbed them catch up with you.

As I quietly opened the door on the next floor I spotted you heading towards your car. Since it was late, this floor was practically empty now but you were parked in the far corner. I almost gave myself away by laughing as I saw you stagger a couple of times. Looks like you had a good time.

You get to your car door and start fishing through your purse for your keys and then drop them on the ground as you find them. You bend to pick them up and as you stand up I say "Freeze, don't move." You start to turn to face me as you catch a glimpse of the uniform. "Turn around, Hands on top of the car, " I say in firm voice as you comply.

Nervously you start to ask what was wrong as I tell you that we have had a quite a few auto thefts in the area. "But this is my car, I have my keys right here," you say as you start to look back over your shoulder at me. "Stay facing that way," I order you as you turn your head back.

"Have you been drinking, Miss," I ask.

"I had a drink with my friends," you reply and I see you start to shake a little bit.

Up until now I never really took a good look at what you were wearing. It appears that you are dressed up as a cat, a damn sexy cat. Of course you had on the little black ears on top of your head but it was what the tail was hooked to that was wild. It was a black spandex\lycra one piece that hugged every curve of your body. The back was open all the way down to small curve above your bottom and the top tied behind your neck. As the material trailed down your legs it ended with little lace cuffs above your ankles. And the toeless pumps that you had on showed off your sexy feet. Damn. I am getting as hard as that police baton just looking at you.

"Ok, well I am going to have to give you a couple of sobriety tests before I can let you go but first I have search you," I say. "Do you have anything illegal or dangerous on you," I ask laughing in my head knowing that you sure didn't have anywhere to hide it if you did.

"Please spread your legs and keep your hands on the car." As you do I step forward placing my right foot on the ground between them. With a hand on both hips I pull you back a little till your ass is up against my thigh. I then place my hands on your shoulders and slide them up your arms, just to make it seem official. I lean forward a little, pressing into you with my thigh as I start to slide my hands back down your arms and continue down your sides to your waist. Starting at the small of your back, I feel you jump a little as my fingers make contact with your skin. I slide my hands around the front and start working them upwards.

Reaching the bottom of your breast, I notice something else that was nice about you outfit. It had built in lift support, which made your breast stand out perfectly.

I continued on, running my fingers, on each hand, under your breast until they enclosed as I cupped them both. As I paused, I expected to hear you protest, but you merely closed your eyes, as you subconsciously pressed harder onto my thigh.

Releasing them I started sliding my hands back down your front to your waist and then down some more. Reaching your pubic area, I could tell that you were nice and shaved because of the way your costume fit. But you were definitely starting to get a little warm.

Sliding my hands to the top of your thighs and then back out to your hips, I step back and you lose you balance a little as I steady you.

Dropping to my left knee, I place both hands on your left thigh, right up by all the heat you are generating. Slowly sliding them down over your calves, almost stroking you with my fingertips until I reach your ankle and then I switch over to your right ankle as I start my way back up.

Feeling you tense a little as you anticipate my hands making there way back up to your sweetness. I slowly drag my fingers across your pussy and then firmly cup your mound. I swear I could feel you melt as you were definitely getting wet.

Standing back up I remove my hand from your mound as I take out the handcuffs. Reaching up and I take your left hand behind your back, quickly snapping one cuff in place.

You suddenly realize what is happening and try to turn around as I press you back against the car and grab your other wrist, securing it behind your back as well. You start to complain as I tell you to keep quiet. Though it is a fairly public place, is basically deserted after the bars close.

Standing you up, I start to walk you to the hood of your car. Because of where you parked any view of the front of the car was blocked by support columns.

You begin to panic, and you start begging me not to arrest you. Though this started out as fun I begin to feel a little guilty about scaring you so I tell you to let me think about it.

While you are not sure if you should keep resisting or stay quiet, you choose the latter hoping that I let you go.

After a making you stand there for a minute I tell you, "I will let you off with a warning this time but you have to do something for me. Do you agree?" You nervously nod you head.

"First kneel down on the ground," I say as you start to get down there. "Now I want you to look at the ground or close your eyes but do not look at me. Understand?" I continue and you nod in agreement.

Walking around you, I reach down and untie the top of your outfit. As the material falls free your beautiful breast are just incredible. I stop and stand in front of you and start unzipping my fly. Taking my cock out and holding it with my right hand, I touch your head with my left hand. Tilting it back to bring your mouth closer to my dick.

Looking at your face I can see that you have your eyes tightly clamped so I point the tip of my dick to your lips and rub it back and forth across them a couple of times.

"Open your mouth," I tell you. As you comply I push forward feeling the soft, wetness of your tongue slide along the bottom of my shaft. After using my hands to move your head back and forth a couple of times you start to catch on. You figure that while blowing off a cop maybe a bad thing, getting busted for a DUI would be worse.

Though you were trying not to enjoy yourself there was definitely something about this that felt very familiar. Slowly you open your eyes and start to look up, towards my face. As soon as you see me your mind starts reeling, having a sudden urge to hit me but your hands are still cuffed behind your back. So you decide to bite down. Not to hard but hard enough to get my attention.

Standing there with my eyes closed, enjoying how great your mouth feels on my cock, I about jumped to the ceiling when you bit down. You took your mouth my dick and started telling me to help you up and to take the handcuffs off you. So I reached down and lifted you so that you could stand all while listening to you telling me how I was going to get it.

Your legs must have fallen asleep from being on yours knees because instead of standing you stumbled and fell over the hood of the car. All I could do was laugh and this did not amuse you.

While I am sure that you were probably still yelling at me, I had no idea what you were saying because I was looking at how incredibly sexy your ass looked with you bent over the car.

Though I am not sure how, after getting my dick bit, I was still rock hard. You were trying to lean back, to get off the car, as I walked up behind you. With my left hand I pressed you back down on the hood and with my right I reached down and started rubbing your pussy with my fingertips. You were soaked and my fingers getting lubed just from touching you.

Bringing my right hand back I stroked my cock a couple of times trying to decide what to do. Not hearing anything other than the thoughts in my head I came to a conclusion. Using both hands I reached down and grabbed the material right above your pussy and jerked it in opposite directions and it tore open. Somehow, I must have grab one side of your panties as well because they were hanging down there too.

With both hands on your hips, I pulled you back towards me a little. Luckily the pumps, that you were wearing, brought us to the perfect height for this position. Aiming my cock with my left hand, I guided right up to your wet pussy lips and slid him back and forth against your opening.

The whole time I was doing this you were saying something but I just now I figured it out. I guess you weren't too happy that I ruined your new outfit.

Wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around me I grabbed your hips and pulled you to me. In one long hard stroke I had rammed my cock all the way into you. You let out a gasp and the only other sound I could hear was your breast dragging across the hood of the car. Sliding almost all the way out, I could feel you holding your breath, waiting for my return as I slammed into you again.

I paused for a moment... and then I heard you say, "again."

With this I continued my same long strokes, only not stopping. Pulling you to me by your hips as I thrust forward. Normally I enjoy taking my time with you. Sometimes slow and gentle other times a little rougher but this time... this time was going to be fast and hard. Damn... you feel incredible. The faster and harder I go the more you grunt for me. Again... again... again. Though I am bottoming out inside of you, I feel your pussy muscles start to contract around me.

Slowing for a moment, I let go of your hips and take hold of the material again. I tear a little more, this time exposing your ass. Putting both hands on you ass I start squeezing and kneading it, working my thumb even closer to your little rosebud.

After wetting my right thumb, with my saliva, I feel your pussy muscles contract even more when I start pressing my thumb against your little bud. Rubbing and pressing inwards, your grunts get even louder. Finally my thumb slides in as you gasp.

Not giving you a chance to rest I grab your left hip with my other hand as I leave my right thumb in you. You must have been really close because within a couple of minutes you start to cum. I pull my thumb out as you start cumming and you literally flop onto the hood.

Knowing that you are spent but so close to my own, I reach out and grab both of your arms with my hands and pull you back up off the car towards me. This causes you to arch your back and changes the angle that I am entering your pussy. It feels incredible. I start to cum right away and it feels like I am just coating the inside of you, there is so much.

Knowing that you must be getting sore, I take off the cuffs and help you into the car. Not thinking that you are upset but you still haven't said anything as I drive you home. At a red light you look over at me and smile and then say one word.... again. 

So for Halloween they say 'Trick or Treat' but this time you got both.



Trick or Treat



'I'll probably be back before one, and if you need me, you've got the Anderson's number and anyway, I'll have my mobile.' 

She reeled this off without ever once shifting her gaze from the mirror in which she was perfecting her make-up, as if it needed it.

'Laura, the Andersons live three doors away from us. I could probably go into the back garden and yell if I needed you.'

She gave him a look and snatched up her heaving handbag. What in hell did she keep in there? Maybe that's how much make-up it takes to keep up this ice queen façade, applying a new layer every time there's a hint of a thaw. 

'Fine, whatever. Are you sure you don't want to come?'

She only asked because she knew he didn't.

'I'm sure I don't want to come.' He replied, in deliberate monotone.

'Suit yourself,' she responded curtly, before adding the final touch -- a pair of twee cat ears -- to her costume, if the outrageous combination of black jeans and a black top could be termed fancy dress. She stalked briskly out of the house, closing the door firmly behind her in a motion that could have been a slam if there had been enough emotion behind it.

Mike sighed. Everywhere he looked his gaze fell on a gaudy pumpkin, a chintzy 'Happy Holidays!' banner, or a tray of specially decorated Halloween biscuits, cut in the shape of ghouls and ghosts. It wouldn't be much better at the Andersons', he reasoned. Middle-aged couples gorging on canapes and complaining about their bosses; probably their spouses too, when they're out of earshot. No thank you. I'm only thirty, for god's sake, he thought to himself, despairingly. 

Outside, children screamed and giggled. He peered hesitantly out between the blinds, searching for a glimpse of a hot young mother or sexy babysitter chaperoning the brats. No such luck. He let his eyes linger longingly on upstairs window of the house opposite, where the Johnsons' teenaged daughter often presided over slumber parties populated by gorgeous, giggling girls, all long hair and lithe limbs, and blossoming curves bursting out of scanty shorts and vests. He felt himself harden at the thought of it. Not tonight though. He reached a hand tentatively under his jeans, before thinking better of it. Don't want to have to stop mid-wank to dole out goodies to trick-or-treaters; there's something decidedly creepy about giving little children sweets while sporting a hard-on. Perfectly on cue, the doorbell rang. Trick or treat.

Mike slouched reluctantly towards the door, picking up Laura's perfectly iced biscuits en route as a peace offering to appease whatever tyrannical toddler was lurking on the other side of the door. With his free hand, he pulled the door to, only to find that what was waiting for him behind it fell most definitely into the treat category. Gazing coyly up at him from behind heart-shaped sun-glasses stood Holly, the Andersons' eighteen year old daughter, dressed in knee socks, an achingly short tennis skirt and a polo shirt that, thanks to the two pert mounds it modestly concealed, rode up ever so slightly to display a flash of flat, tanned tummy. The costume was completed with a round red lollipop she sucked with an air of nonchalance. He searched frantically for accompanying kids -- younger siblings, babysitting charges -- but found none. Just sweet Holly Anderson, standing on his front step as if she'd stepped fresh out of a fifteen year old's favourite fantasy. 

'Trick or treat,' she said, smiling. He thought he saw a glimpse of cherry red tongue poke quickly between her perfect white teeth -- was she mocking him? 

'Can I come in?' she asked sweetly, moving towards the door without waiting for a response. Instinctively, he stood aside and watched, mesmerized, as she breezed past. 

'You've got some cool stuff, Mr Richards.' Holly mused, bending (deliberately?) over across the kitchen counter to play with the incense sticks he had brought back from a Japanese business trip for Laura -- she'd hated them, of course -- allowing the girl's tennis skirt to hitch up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of white cotton underneath. He stared, though he reluctantly reminded himself he shouldn't. She was eighteen, for god's sake.

'So,' he awkwardly began, sensing that he should at least attempt conversation. 'How's... school?'

Holly turned to face him and gave a husky laugh that seemed to jar with her young years. 

'College, actually. So you don't have to feel like a paedo for looking.' She added, leaning back against the counter and slowly edging her legs further akimbo. 

'I wasn't...' Mike trailed off, flustered. 'You look very nice.' He conceded weakly, edging further back into the kitchen table as if cornered by a hungry beast of prey. As if reading his mind, Holly licked her pouting pink lips and he could have sworn her teeth seemed more pointed than they had a minute earlier.

'Oh come on, Mr Richards,' she sighed with mock exasperation. 'I've seen you gawping at us whenever we're at Vicky's, and I know I've got the best ass of any of the girls there. I mean, you saw for yourself just a minute ago. And don't pretend you weren't looking.'

He was being teased, told off even, by a girl almost half his age, and it was unbearable. He tried furtively to cover the growing hard-on straining under his jeans.

'Now, look,' he began, trying desperately to sound authoritarian. 'My girlfriend... my fiancée, is at your parents' party right now, and she could be back any minute. Do you really want her walking in on..?'

'Oh I doubt she'll be leaving there any time soon,' Holly interrupted, with a wicked smile that momentarily confused him. 'Besides, she's probably screwing someone else anyway, because she's sure as hell not screwing you. Apart from in a metaphorical sense, of course.' She laughed her husky laugh again, enjoying her own joke. Mike stuttered, but before he could mount a suitable defence of what happened to be more or less the truth, the teenaged temptress interjected again.

'Sure, maybe she throws you a fuck every now and then -- on a Sunday, when all the good TV's over -- missionary, lights off, can't tell if she came or not. Can't even tell if you came or not half the time. But when was the last time she even gave you a blow job?'

The question was apparently rhetorical, because before Mike could stutter another string of 'wells' and 'buts' she grinned devilishly and added: 'I give great head, by the way.' 

Holly sucked nonchalantly on the lollipop and watched as he made the obvious connections.

She strode purposefully over to him and placed one leg either side of him as he leaned against the table, before allowing her soft young hand to slowly graze the swelling in his jeans.

'Don't push me away,' she whispered.

The push came, but to Mike's surprise -- and perhaps even to Holly's -- he was not pushing her away but against the table, onto which she deftly leapt, her legs wrapping around his waist and her tongue moving to caress his, which was now forcefully pushing into her mouth as if by its own accord. In the sudden commotion, the plate of Halloween cookies was knocked to the floor and smashed, but the crash barely registered with the pre-occupied couple. Everything Holly had said about Laura had been right on the mark and this was the manifestation of the anger the school girl -- college student -- had provoked. Maybe Holly's taunts were grounded in truth, maybe his fiancée was a cold bitch who seemed to shudder at his every touch these days, but this wasn't Laura. These weren't her silky thighs brushing his, these weren't her soft hands working their way under his shirt, this wasn't her warm responsive mouth he was kissing with such urgency and these -- his hand snaked daringly up a soft, creamy thigh -- these definitely weren't her soft, decidedly dampened cotton briefs. He'd teach her a thing or two, things she'd never have learnt from those grubby boys who pawed at her in cinemas. Trick or treat, Holly.

Mike quickly pulled the polo shirt over the girl's head, hating to break their embrace even for those few seconds, and was delighted to find no bra underneath to further delay his access to those pert young tits. Not the biggest, but soft and more than enough for him to occupy himself with. The nipples were already swollen with anticipation and he pinched one softly, savouring the moan his kiss suppressed. Her hands moved towards his crotch, to the one stiff button that kept his straining erection contained within his jeans, but he stopped her. She might be great at giving head, but she was going to find out that he was too.

Reluctantly breaking their kiss, he slowly leaned Holly back onto the table, savouring the sight of the half-naked teenager spread for his delectation on the kitchen table. He pulled the tennis skirt up around her waist - although it was so short a couple of inches would have been sufficient for his purpose -- and slowly teased down the cotton briefs, down past the knee highs, down over the little tennis shoes and off to lie discarded by the biscuits on the floor. He thought he heard a soft gasp as the young girl realised his intent. For all he knew, no one had ever gone down on her before. Maybe, he thought with wry satisfaction, that's not what kids today go in for.

Still fully clothed, he knelt down by the table and pulled her towards him by her legs until his face was comfortably positioned between her thighs. He felt her shudder in anticipation as she felt his hot breath against that most intimate of areas and he worked one, then two fingers, into the wet, unguarded opening and began to push them rhythmically in and out. With his other hand, he gently exposed her swollen clit and with deliberate languor he slowly began to tongue it with just the amount of pressure ten years of dedicated study had taught him would send a girl wild. Needless to say, those ten years were clocked up long before he met Laura. He thought he heard Holly moan 'Oh god,' but he was so lost in the act he couldn't be sure she'd said anything at all. She began to writhe, to pull back and then to push forward, but nothing could distract Mike from the task in hand. Holly's hands moved to the back of his head, first to stroke his hair and then to gently push him further into her. Her thighs squeezed briefly around his head and, though she let out only the smallest of moans, he knew she had come and he felt a satisfaction he hadn't felt in a long time.

He pulled her gently up and kissed her, noticing with relish that she didn't shy away from the taste of her own sex like some girls. Her hands moved to his crotch again and this time he didn't stop her. She undid the button and pulled down his fly in one nimble action and with one deft, insistent tug, his jeans and boxers were round his ankles. He stepped quickly out of them, thanking the gods of fuck that he didn't bother wearing socks around the house. She stood before him, still topless and flushed from her climax with the first small beads of perspiration starting to dampen her golden curls around the temples, and the desire to take her was overwhelming, primal and irresistible. With more force than he had intended he turned her round, bent her over the table - her skirt needing no assistance in rising up this time - and slammed into her.

'Fuck me!' He wasn't sure if it was an exclamation of shock or a command, but he decided to oblige her and continued to thrust in and out of her as if his life depended on it. Reaching around, he used one hand to grope at her breasts and with the other he began to play with her clit, and she instinctively returned the favour by reaching between his legs and gently caressing his aching balls. 

'Oh, fuck me.' This time it was a whisper, and this time it was most definitely a command, a plea even, and it was more than he could take. Despite his desperate, futile hope that the best fuck of his life would never end, it did, in mere minutes as she ground back against him, and he came without even thinking to pull his unprotected cock out of her. Drained by the sheer physical exertion of the unexpected encounter, he pulled himself out of her and fell back against the kitchen wall, sinking slowly to the floor as his reason began to catch up with his instinct.

'Fuck me.' He muttered, staring disbelievingly at the freshly fucked eighteen year old, leaning smugly against his kitchen table.

'Don't worry, Mr Richards.' She smiled. 'I'm on the pill. Have been since I turned sweet sixteen. Do you have a bathroom?'

'Through the hall and on the left,' he told her, a wave of relief and confusion flooding him. 'You can call me Mike, by the way.' He shouted behind her, but he didn't think she caught it. It was a slightly ridiculous thing to say anyway, after what had just taken place between them.

When she returned, she was back to resembling the picture of innocence that had arrived unannounced on his doorstep twenty minutes earlier, having picked up her discarded clothing on her way. She put the heart-shaped glasses back on, a final touch.

'Bye, Mr Richardson!' she trilled, apparently oblivious to his last statement. 'Happy Halloween!'

And with that she was out of his kitchen and making her way nonchalantly down the street, between ghosts and witches, children and their accompanying adults, as if nothing had happened. He ran out into the garden to catch a final glimpse of her, only to be distracted by the dozen eggs now decorating the front of his house. In the frenzy, he must have ignored several indignant trick-or-treaters banging indignantly on the door. He'd never hear the end of it from Laura, he realised. He didn't care.



Trick or Treat



My name is George and I am getting married in a few hours. Halloween, what a fun wedding this should be. I will be wearing an old fashioned black suit. The pants are made of leather and are held up with a looped belt of long strings of leather which are long enough to circle me and hang down through a loop in the front about six inches. I ordered a dress for my Pretty Girl of orange. The neckline is low enough that you can see the curve of her breasts and in the back it is down to her back. When she stands still the material looks like a sold satin but it has panels of a transparent orange interweaved in it. I know she will definitely be a sight to behold.

I had I never thought that I would be one to break down and get married. I was considered somewhat of a loner growing up and never thought a woman, especially one as lovely as Lexie, would want me.

I remember seeing her about a year ago. I was going to the park to play with the kids and take a walk when this lovely young woman came out of the library and came into the park. While I played soccer with a few of the boys, I watched her reading her book. She was so beautiful. She was there every time I went to the park so I decided after a month of seeing her that the next time I would be brave and talk with her.

The next time I went to the park, the boys had just finished playing so I sat down on her park bench trying to figure out what to say to her when I heard the sexiest voice I had ever heard. "Hello, do you mind if I sit with you?"

I looked up and saw her standing right in front of me. "I would love for you to sit with me. I actually wanted to get to know you. I have seen you sitting here every time I come to the park and you always seem alone. My name is George."

"My name is Lexie. Thanks for letting me sit here. I usually come to read my book and watch the boys play their games. It is so beautiful and peaceful here. I am surprised you aren't playing with the boys."

We went on to talk about general topics such as where we each worked and different people who went through the park while we were there. After a while, Lexie got up and was getting ready to leave when I finally decided I really wanted to get to know her better and asked if she wanted to go for coffee.

"I can't this time as I have to get some studying done tonight but I would love to do it another time."

We made a coffee date for the following Saturday and both went on our ways. I remember going to bed each night and dreaming about her smile and what she would be wearing for our coffee house date. The coffee dates started letting us know more about each other. By the third time we had our coffee date we didn't want the date to end.

Lexie looked at me and said, "I don't know about you but I sure could use something in my stomach besides coffee. How would you like to come to my place and you can watch television while I cook us some dinner?"

"Be my pleasure, Pretty Girl. Lead on."

It wasn't far too her apartment but at the time I couldn't have told you where it was because I was just looking down on Lexie wondering how far this relationship would go and if she would think me strange when she realized what I really wanted. While I listened to the news, Lexie and I talked about the types of food we liked and what we wanted in a companion. After dinner was over, Lexie came over to sit next to me on the couch. I put my hand on her neck and let her feel the pressure. When it felt like she was going to start squirming around, I tightened the pressure on her neck but took my other hand and lightly ran it down her cheek. 

"Calm down, Pretty Girl. I just want to look at you and enjoy the feel of your skin against mine."

"George, I want to tell you something but I don't want you to get mad thinking that I am leading you on."

"Put the worry out of the pretty head. You can tell me what you wish as long as you ask first. Now what did you want to tell me, Pretty Girl."

"I wanted to tell you that I care for you a lot but no matter how much I care, I will not be jumping into bed with you."

"Pretty Girl, you have made me quite curious by that statement. Have I said anything about going to bed with you that made you bring this subject up?"

"No, we haven't talked about this topic but I thought now would be a good time to do so."

"Go ahead and tell me what is on your mind, Pretty Girl."

"When I was growing up, I was rather shy because I have a small disability. I would watch my friends in high school go out on dates and usually end up in the back seat of the car with their date. Sometimes the next week or the next month, they would be heartbroken because the boyfriend left them for someone else and then the cycle would start again. When I got to college, I saw dorm mates making out in corridors and boys slipping from their rooms in the morning. It seemed like there was no respect from the boys for the girls and the girls didn't seem to have any respect for themselves either. It was then that I decided that I would rather wait to have sex with my husband then to jump from one boy's bed to another. I want to stay a virgin until I get married."

"Pretty Girl, you are shaking. Do you think that saying this will just send me out of the house in outrage leaving you by yourself again?"

"It has happened before but didn't think it would be fair to you not to know my feelings on this subject."

"Pretty Girl, since you have brought up this subject, I will tell you that I respect your feelings on this. I won't force sex on you but if we get further along in the relationship, I would expect you to keep my happy by other means. Do you think you could do that, Pretty Girl?"

"I would be willing to learn when you feel we are at that point as long as you know that will not give up my virginity until I get married."

"That's a promise, I will keep. Now, relax and let me look at you."

Lexie sat closer to me and started to relax. I gathered up her hair, twisted it and then said, "Pretty Girl hold you hair up for me. You have such a beautiful long neck and I just want to admire it for awhile."

Lexie took the hand away from me and held onto her hair while watching the television. She started to turn towards me when I moved my hand to the back of her head and stopped the movement. "Look at the screen, Pretty Girl. When I want you to move I will let you know."

After she moved her head back to the screen and started to relax again, I started lightly rubbing my fingers in circles. I could feel her relaxing more as the time crawled by. Slowly, I turned her head towards me and said, "Lexie it is almost time for me to leave but before I go I am going to kiss you." 

Before she had a chance to say yes or no, I pulled her closer to me. "You can let you hair go now Pretty Girl." I said and then I moved my lips down toward her. She stared fascinated at me as if she couldn't comprehend what was about to happen. Just as she was going to say something, I reached her lips and started to gently kiss her lips. I moved to the corner of her lips and kissed her dimples then ran my tongue in circles across her upper lip right before I gave each part a little kiss. After moving across the upper lip, I made the same moves on the lower lip going in the opposite direction. When I could feel her breathing start to get jagged and heavy, I started to suck on her bottom lip. I felt Lexie grab onto my neck as I kissed her and felt her chest heaving up and down as if she couldn't get enough air. When she started to collapse against me, I pulled away from the kiss, moved her arms from my neck and then moved her back into a sitting position.

"I must go now Pretty Girl but wear your hair up the next time we get together."

As her eyes started to come back into focus, she began to blush. "Very pretty, Lexie. I'll see you at the coffee shop tomorrow."

I remember whistling on my way home and making plans on what I would do next. The way Lexie reacted to my kiss just seemed to give me more and more ideas on how to seduce and tease this wonderful lady. It seemed that every dream that I had contained Lexie and some form of seduction. I woke several times with an erection so hard that even relieving the pressure by giving myself a hand job wasn't going to cure the situation. I knew that if I was going to be frustrated than she would most likely be even more so.

It was another month before I decided to move ahead my plans. When I was ready, I called Lexie and asked her if she would be willing to go out to dinner with me and was very happy when she accepted,

I knocked on her door at exactly 6:30. When she opened the door she was wearing a semi-formal satin dress. I had a big smile on my face and escorted her to the car. We drove around a bit and then I took her to my house. 

"Where are we?" she asked.

"This is my place. I had a personal chef make a special meal for us. I thought it was time that you got to see where I lived and learn a little more about me."

I walked her into the house and told her to take off her shoes before moving further into the house while I slipped off my shoes.

"That is a strange request."

"I was raised that shoes were only for wearing outside. The floors are all carpeted so you won't damage your stockings. Come along now."

Lexie followed along behind me and to the right of me. I watched her out of the corner of my eye looking at the furnishings in the living room as we walked in.

"Stand in the middle of the room. I will be right back." I said and walked over to the bookcases and turned on the music. When I turned around, Lexie was still standing in the same spot but her eyes were everywhere.

She looked at me in surprise and said, "Wow, you have such a beautiful and comfortable home. Everything looks so inviting and something sure smells good."

As I walked over to her, I looked slowly from her head to her toes and said, "Something sure does smell good."

Catching my meaning, Lexie started blushing and then looked down at the floor.

"Is my Pretty Girl embarrassed? I think it is a great compliment that my Pretty Girl has such a beautiful perfume. Come into the dining room with me and I will ring for the waiter to bring the food."

"Wow, so many candles. What a beautiful glow they give off. I can't believe that you went to so much trouble just for me."

I pulled a chair our next to mine and waited for Lexie to settle in. The waiter came when I rang the bell and served us both some wine and then discreetly left again. After a few sips of wine the waiter brought in the dinner, telling me to ring when we were ready for desert and then left again for the duration of dinner. We talked softly throughout the meal about general topics and I refilled Lexie's wine while she ate. When we were finished eating, I rang the bell again. The waiter brought a plate of fruit, cheese and crackers. After placing them on the table he brought in some Champaign. 

I took the desert and Champaign into the living room and placed it on the coffee table, telling Lexie to kneel on a pillow that I placed next to my chair. I lit the fireplace and the candles in the room and then went and sat next to Lexie. 

"Close your eyes, Pretty Girl, and open your mouth." As her lips parted, I held the tip of a strawberry to them and watched while she slowly sucked the end of the strawberry into her mouth and take a bite. The juice of the strawberry started dripping down her chin and I reached over and licked the juice away. Licking her lips on the way to giving her a small kiss. When I pulled back, I put a grape to her lips and watched her open her mouth and then roll the grape on her tongue before closing her mouth and eating the grape. I fed her a couple more pieces of fruit.

When she was finished eating all that she could, I moved the table out of the way and rang for the waiter to pick up the plate, telling him he could leave when he was finished. Lexie knelt there with her eyes closed the entire time. After he left, I had her open her eyes and when she did the first thing she saw was a ring that I held in front of her.

"I want you to marry me and wear this ring as a symbol of our love."

Lexie's eyes started to shine with unshed tears and said that she would love to marry me. I then slipped the ring on her finger. Reached my hand behind her neck and unbuttoned the closure of her dress by her neck. As the dress started to fall, Lexie automatically started to reach for it to stop its fall.

"When we are alone, I want to see my Pretty Girl. Let the dress fall as I intended it to do or are you already going to call off our engagement."

"I am not calling off our engagement. I was just surprised." She said as she left the dress fall and the blush started to rise from her chest up to her cheeks.

"Now that is what I want, Pretty Girl. I have promised not to take your virginity until we are married but in private, I want to see my Pretty Girl so she knows that she is giving herself to me." I stood in front of her and then reached down for her hand. I lifted it and pressed it against me. "This is how I feel about you, Pretty Girl. You make me so hard. If you are a good girl I will allow you to see what you are touching before the night is over. I know that is what you want."

Lexie just knelt there and nodded her head, blushing brighter by the minute. I moved over to the couch and then said. "Crawl over here, Pretty Girl. Crawl over and put your head on my legs." 

As Lexie crawled over to me, I opened my knees wide and patted my upper thigh so that she would know where I wanted her. I picked up the TV guide, which was next to me and started to check the listings while she got comfortable. Reaching down with one of my hands I started to trace circles on her neck and run my hand through her hair while pretending to read. She started to move her head down my thigh a bit so I took a handful of her hair in my hand and moved her head so that she was lying on top of my thickening penis. Looking down at her I noticed that she started blushing again but didn't move again except to slightly move her head back and forth with her breathing. 

After I put the guide down, I said, "Pretty Girl, I want you to kneel up and then take my belt out of my belt loops." Watching her straighten up and reach for my belt gave me a great view of her beautiful breasts. I moved my hand down her neck onto her shoulders as she pulled the belt from my pants.

I took my belt from her and then told her to crawl up onto the couch. I took off my shirt as she did as I asked. When she was up, I told her to start undoing my pants and to help me take them off. As she was doing that, I cupped her breasts and then pinched her nipples until she started to work my pants down. She couldn't take her eyes off of my groin as she pulled the pants down making my cock react even more.

With my pants off, she knelt on all fours next to me on the couch. I reached down and caught some of my pre-come on my finger and put it up to her lips. She opened her lips and very tentatively extended her tongue to lick my finger off. I repeated coating my finger with my pre-come and this time she eagerly stuck out her tongue to lick off my fingers. I placed my one hand on the back of her head and when she reached forward to lick my finger I moved her head forward so that my entire finger was in her mouth. 

"Pretty Girl, I want you to suck on the finger like it is a lollypop." At first she sucked so hard that her cheeks caved in but slowly she started to swirl her tongue around my finger while she sucked it. To reward her for softening the way she was sucking my finger, I reached down with my free hand and started to massage her beautiful tits. As she started to moan, I removed my finger from her mouth.

I held my cock out for her and told her that I wanted her to suck my cock in the same way that she had been sucking my finger. At first she stayed close to the crown of my penis, swirling her tongue round and round. I allowed her to do that for a little while but when it became apparent that she was afraid to go further, I put one hand on her breasts and the other hand on the back of her head. I started to tease her tits and when she started to moan, I pressed on the back of her head. She started to take more of me inside her warm juicy mouth. When she realized that the more of me that she took in the more, I played with her tits she started to bounce her head up and down. As I got closer to coming, I once again placed my hand on her head. When my cock started to throb, she tried to back off of me but I held her in position and told her that she wasn't getting up until she drank all of my present. For a few seconds, she held my come in her mouth and then slowly started to swallow. When she was finished swallowing, I allowed her to move off of my cock and told her to crawl onto my lap.

With her on my lap, I had easy access to her breasts and ate them until she was moaning and bouncing up and down on my lap. I then pulled her head down and made sure that she was very thoroughly kissed, moved her off my lap and then started to get dressed.

"Time to take you home, Pretty Girl. If you don't want the world to see your treasures, I would suggest that you hurry up and fix your dress." I said walking over to the front door and then put on my shoes. I had to smile as I watched Lexie gather her senses together and then look down to see that her dress was down to her waist, her breasts were blushed from all their handling and her nipples were bright red and hard for being pinched and sucked. When she had her shoes back on her feet, I picked up a bag and an envelope and then took her home.

Just before she left the car to go into her house, I gave her the items and said, "I want you to go into your home and read the letter in the envelope. In two weeks, I will be over to pick you up and move you into my home. I love you and will see you soon." I watched from my car as she entered her apartment and then sat by the lighted window to read the letter and look in the bag.

The letter said:

Lexie,

I have a feeling that by now you will be a little worried so I wanted to make sure that you had this letter to read and study until I pick you up in two weeks. When you come over you will bring just your clothes in two suitcases. You will not need anything more than that. In the meantime, I want you to pack up the rest of your belongings and have them ready to be put into storage. I will have boxes here for you in the morning.

When you enter my home, you will immediately take off your shoes and place them on the shelf by the door. Each exit to my house will have such a shelf or box so there will be no excuse to wear shoes in my home. I know living together will have some challenges but as long as you love me and are willing to follow my rules, I know that we can make a beautiful life together. I want you to know that I expect your respect and trust, as I will give you mine. I am not a person who will allow disrespect in my home and will discipline you if I feel you need it as my right as a husband will allow.

I gave you my promise that you will remain a virgin until we marry so you will wear only what is in the bag and thong panties in my home.

I will be back to pick you up in two weeks.

George

I was there exactly when I said I would be to bring her into my home for good. I looked her over and she was wearing just the schoolgirl skirt that I had given to her in the bag. Her arms were folded across her breasts.

"Arms down, Lexie. You are never to hide your charms from me." I said as she backed into her apartment and lowered her arms. "Nice, Pretty Girl. I am glad that you want me to be happy. I brought a top that you can wear until we get to my house but I want it off as soon as we enter. I watched her take the elastic sheath and put it over her head, making sure that her arms and shoulders were also uncovered since the sheath was only big enough to cover from the top of her breasts to right under.




Trick or Treat



"Okay beautiful. I have taken care of any excess rent and the movers will be here in the morning to move the rest of your things to storage. Let's go home and I will show you around."

A very large smile crossed her face as she picked up her suitcases and followed me to the car. I picked up her suitcases and told her to follow me. After we entered my home, and after removing our shoes and her top, I took her immediately to the room I had set up for her. The room was only 6 feet by 6 feet. It had a daybed, night table and an alarm clock. I had it painted in pastel colors, which swirled around the room.

"As you might have noticed there are only a few rooms with doors on them in this house, the bathrooms, and the door to the basement. I do not want you to go into our bedroom until I invite you in or until we are married or the basement unless I am with you or you will definitely earn yourself some type of punishment. Do you understand, Pretty Girl?"

"Yes, sir, I understand. Because you are worried about me you do not want me to go into the basement. I will listen. This room is pretty."

"I will never enter this room as it will be your sanctuary when you need a time out or for when you are sleeping. After we are married, you will be sleeping only in my bed and this room will be for time outs only. Each morning, you will be my alarm clock. I will need to be ready to leave the house by eight and prefer to get up at seven o'clock. You will awaken me with your beautiful and talented little tongue by crawling into my bed and crawling under the covers to worship my cock. I know that you will become very talented and inventive in your efforts to wake me and keep me happy."

We have been living here very happily these past few months. She has been learning what makes me happy and knows that when she breaks the rules that her spanking will be swift and hard. I am happy the way things have been and can't wait to start the next phase of our lives.

Wedding

I couldn't take my eyes off of my Lexie as she walked down the aisle to be wedded to me. Each step that she took showed just enough of her gorgeous legs to anyone who was watching and I was definitely watching. By the time she got up here I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Thank goodness in a few more hours that that is one problem that I will never have to worry about again.

All of a sudden I heard Lexie's voice as she looked at me and started saying her vows:

To me the sun rises and falls because you are here on this earth for me. I promise to always show you the respect that I feel for you. I promise that I will always cherish being in your world. Your values are ones that I respect and wish that all people had. I promise that even in the times of trouble that I will always put your opinions of the situation above my own. Discipline and hard work will get us through any problems that may arrive in our lives. I promise that if we get to a point where things may come to an impasse that I will submit to your discipline and values to get on with our lives. This I promise to the end of my days.

I looked down into Lexie's eyes and then repeated the vows that I had written the night before:

"In the presence of our families and friends, I claim you, as my life mate. I belong to you. I offer my life to you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my discipline, my heart, my soul & my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness & welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are my life mate, bound to me for all eternity and always in my care."

Our kiss was short but very hot and thorough making the bulge in my pants more noticeable, or at least it would have been if I hadn't been wearing this long jacket. I took Lexie's hand before we turned and started walking down the aisle and put it on my belt and whispered in her ear. "As long as you listen and obey the rules I have then you will not feel this on your beautiful ass but if you disobey you will know it intimately." With that said, I turned us both and we walked down the aisle and onto the rest of our wedding reception.

I was getting tired of entertaining all the family and friends and wanted to be alone with my Lexie so I went up to the two mothers and told then in no uncertain, but lovable, terms that we would be leaving in fifteen minutes. The hurriedly pulled a chair under some black and orange streamers and had the band make some sort of drum roll while I slowly inched my fingers up Lexie's foot then ankle, calf and finally her thigh while pushing her dress up at the same time. I was looking at my Pretty Girl the entire time and watched her blush bloom the higher that I went. When she stuck the end of her tongue out and licked her lips, I took a hold of her garter and slowly pulled it off of her. I the lifted it to my nose and could smell my Lexie on it. I then turned so that I was facing away from the partiers and threw the garter over my shoulder. As I turned around, I noticed that my best friend had caught the garter and was also lifting it to his nose and smelling it. Lexie was bright red from the blush I had started that everyone in the area had laughed.

Soon afterwards, we headed out the door where Lexie through the bouquet and we headed to our car. It had been decorated with leather streamers of orange and gold. Tied on the streamers instead of cans were bats, black cats and witches. After we got in the car and had ridden a mile down the country road, I pulled over and reached behind Lexie opening the zipper in her dress. As we continued to drive I put my arm around her shoulder and said, "I know that you know some of the rules but as we head home, I will fill you in on the most important ones. First off, you will never hide your charms from me. I want the front of your dress down so that my charms aren't hidden." Lexie started to look around but slowly lowered the front of her dress. 

"That wasn't so hard now was it, Lexie." I rubbed her neck and shoulders as I continued talking, "Second, you will obey all instructions as soon as they are given. Third, you will complete a list of chores, which are given to you each day. Fourth, you are to be pleasing in every way including your attitude. I take my responsibilities very seriously and you are one of my responsibilities so you will make sure that if you get sick that you get in to see a doctor as soon as possible. No excuses will be accepted for failure to obey the rules, Pretty Girl. There are other rules that you will learn as time goes by but when I said that I take my responsibilities seriously, I meant it. Any failure to follow the rules and instructions will result in spankings and/or other means of discipline."

I let her think on what she had been learning while I drove and then asked if she had any questions. Although she had a slightly scared look on her face, she shook her head. "Lexie, when I ask a question I expect a verbal answer not nods and shakes. Now let's try that again. Do you understand what I have been saying in this care?"

"George, I understand everything that you said. I am sorry that I just shook my head but I am a little nervous and couldn't find my voice for a second."

"I'm not angry Pretty Girl just making sure that everything is understood. I don't want you to say later that you didn't understand. We will be home soon. I am going to carry you over the threshold. After I put you down, I want you to remove your shoes, then fold your dress and put it on the table by the door. You are to take a shower and be in our bed naked by the time I get there. I expect to be there in an hour after I put you down. Don't disappoint me, Pretty Girl."

As I carried Lexie into the house, I couldn't stop kissing her. She tasted so fresh and minty that it took all my inner strength to put her down after carrying her inside. Her eyes were clouding over when I put her down and I made sure that she could stand on her own before I left for the kitchen. 

Exactly an hour later, I walked into the bedroom carrying a tray, which held a bucket of ice, a bowl of strawberries, whipped cream and champagne. As I poured the champagne, I noticed that Lexie was sitting propped up by pillows on the bed but under the sheet. 

"Is my Pretty Girl nervous or is she just being shy?" I asked looking at the startled eyes of my Lexie. 

"I'm a little nervous and a little scared."

"If you follow instructions then there is no reason to be scared. The only reason to be scared is if you don't follow instructions. The nervousness is something, which we can deal with. Have something to drink and I will go get the massage oil. I think a massage will calm you down. It is time that you finally get rid of that virginity problem and there is absolutely no reason to be shy with me."

While I was getting the massage oil, I lit every candle in the room and turned off all the electric lights. "I love the ways your eyes glow in the candlelight, Pretty Girl." After we both toasted each other with champagne, I told Lexie to lie down on her stomach and started to slowly and as sensually as I could massage her neck in small circles. Soon I moved to her shoulders and widen the circles of my massage adding a little pressure when I felt some tension. I continued to move the massage down her back. I was to her waist when I told her to turn over. I started to lightly kiss her and then started her massage on her shoulders. I kissed and bit each spot when I was done massaging each area. I was kissing her belly button when my hands went to feel her tight lower stomach and felt cloth.

I was looking at Lexie when I felt the cloth. She saw my eyes harden and fear started growing in her eyes. 

"I guess my Pretty Girl didn't want things easy tonight since she couldn't even follow one simple instruction. No discussion and no excuses will be accepted. Turn over and lie on your stomach."

I got off the bed and went over to get the whippy belt that I wore throughout our wedding. "I guess you really wanted to feel this," I said showing her the belt, "because now you are going to feel it." I tore all the covers off the bed and then tore the back of her panties. I gathered up some cuffs. I put the first cuffs on her ankles then pulled each one to the corner of the bed and attached them to the chains, which were installed a week ago. When both ankles were attached, I went to the head of the bed and took her left wrist and put a cuff on it. After that was attached, I went to the other side and finished the process on her right wrist. I then removed all the pillows from the bed. 

"Tears will not make me stop, Pretty Girl. I promised to teach you the same discipline and control that I have. Since you didn't have the discipline to follow a simple instruction, you need to learn a different way. The more tears I see and sobs I hear will just encourage me that I am on the right track." 

With that said, I hit a button and the bed moved until Lexie was in a standing position. I then took the whippy belt and started to swing it back and forth. I made sure that I hit her with only the ends of the whip until I could see how much pressure that she could take. I started so that my swings were aimed at her very round bottom. When I had my range and the amount of pressure to my satisfaction, I set the whip in a continuous action. Swish, snap. Swish, snap. When he bottom turned pink I then continued the pattern up to her shoulders.

I stopped for a few minutes when her back and buttocks were all pink and allowed Lexie to get her crying back under control. I held her chin in my hands for a few minutes until she was looking into my eyes and then said. 

"That was a good warm-up. When I am done this set your punishment will be over. I expect you to then apologize to me for disobeying and thank me for giving you this lesson." After I heard, "I understand." I went back and started the punishment set concentrating on her nice round ass and upper thighs. Since this was the punishment, the swings were harder and a minute between each swing. I wanted to make sure that I heard my Pretty Girl's screams and to make sure that she didn't turn purple as red was the color that I wanted her bottom to be. The heat coming off of her when I was done triggered my cock to stand at point. I lowered the bed and then loosened the chains while Pretty Girl got herself into a semblance of control.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen and thank you for teaching me." She whispered.

"Lie here for a few seconds. I will be right back." 

I went and took a quick shower to wash the sweat off of me and then returned to see a very tired Lexie lying on my bed. I unchained her ankles from the bed and then her wrists. "Turn over, Pretty Girl. Your punishment is over and I am sure that you have learned your lesson. When she turned over, her eyes were almost closed and there was still a frightened look about her. I gently kissed her ears and eyes. When I got to her mouth, the gentleness was replaced with need. I swiped my tongue over her lips and when she opened her lips my tongue plunged inside to taste her sweet mouth. As I pulled back from the kiss, I sucked her lower lip and then bit it before repeating the procedure once again. 

I moved down to her neck and sucked and bit each section of her neck so that she was in as much of a frenzy as I was. I reached down her stomach with my left hand towards her groin when I felt her curls. I thought I felt a bump when I touched her curls. I looked at my Lexie and her eyes were closed tightly with tears starting to fall.

"Please don't hate me because of my disability." She whispered, "Please."

I then turned my head towards her groin and there standing in her curls was a two-inch penis.



Trick or Treat



It was a cold, dark, & rainy Halloween night as I settled in for the evening. I was unusually tired for it to be so early, but maybe that had something to do with the recurring dream I keep having. I had been having this dream about twice a week for the past 6 months or so. In my dream, I was seduced by the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on but there was something different about her I just didn't know what. 

I decided since I was so tired that I wouldn't hand out candy to the kids tonight but instead I would just relax and watch the usual marathon of scary movies that run this time of year. I went into the kitchen, fixed some pop corn and turned out all the lights on my way back through the house. The living room was very dark now, with only the light from the moon shining through the bay window at the front of the house. I laid down on the couch and got comfortable as the movies were starting. 

I guess I was more tired than I realized, because it wasn't long until I had fallen asleep and started to have that recurring dream. In my dream I was upstairs asleep in my bed, when suddenly I was awakened by a loud crash. I sat up in bed, and quickly looked around the room to see what the noise was. 

As I scanned the room, I seen the glass double doors leading out to the balcony were standing wide open. I got out of bed, and approached the doors cautiously. As I neared the doors, a thick fog began to pour through the doorway and fill my bedroom. The fog was so thick I couldn't see anything, when all of a sudden I noticed the silhouette of a what appeared to be a woman walking toward me. As she got closer, I could see she was wearing a black trench coat that we held shut only by 2 buttons just below her breast. 

She had long, flowing, red hair that fell over her shoulders, beautiful green eyes that seemed to peer directly into my soul. She was a very voluptuous woman, with a very sexy, and curvy body. 

When she got to me, she took her hand and ran it up my arm to my shoulder, and across my back as she walked a circle around me. I was terrified and wanted to run but I couldn't move. It was as if she had me in a trance, and I was helpless to the power she had over me. She pushed me back onto the bed, and walked to the foot of the bed. She undid the 2 buttons just below her breast, and slid her coat off her shoulders as it fell to the floor. Under her coat, she was wearing a black corset that was cut below her large breast. 

As she stood at the foot of the bed, she lifted one of her breast to her mouth and sucked her nipple between her lips. Then she put her foot up on the edge of the foot of the bed and I could see she was wearing thigh high stocking without any panties on. She unhooked her stockings and slid them down her legs and off to the floor. She crawled up the bed towards me, licking up my legs as she did so. 

When she reached my waist, she tore my silk boxers off me and threw them to the floor. She took my cock in her hand and began stroking it before starting to kiss the head of it softly. As she kissed the head of my cock, wrapped her tongue around it and then took the head of it between her lips. She slid her mouth down the length of my shaft, working her tongue around it as she did so. 

After a few minutes of this mind blowing blowjob, she climbed on top of me positioning herself above my cock. She reached down, held my cock up, and lowered her wet pussy onto me. She slid down slowly, taking me inside her inch by inch until I was buried completely inside her. Her hips began to move slowly up and down, meeting the thrust of my cock, and her body squirmed as she continued to move up and down my cock. 

She leaned down, laying on my chest as she began to kiss me deeply. She was moaning with me now, and sat up straight so she could ride me harder, thrusting herself on to me. As we both built closer to climax, her movement became more intense as she was riding me harder and faster now. She put her hands on my chest as she slid down my cock taking every inch of it deep inside her. She started rocking her hips back and forth, as the head of my cock began stroking her g-spot and her fingernails started to dig into my chest. 

She clinched her pussy tighter, as the walls of it gripped my cock tighter, I felt my cock begin to throb drawing me closer to eruption. She threw her head back, and rode my cock furiously as I felt her pussy explode all over my cock. As she continued to ride me, I felt my cock throbbing as I started to cum. As I shot each spurt of my hot cum deep inside her, she took my hands in her and raised my arms above my head pinning me down. 

She looked deep into my eyes as she leaned in and kissed my passionately. As she broke the kiss, she whispered something to me. She told me not to be scared, that she has fallen in love with me and only wants to spend eternity with me. I'm not exactly sure why, but I felt a calming feeling come over my whole body as if everything was going to be alright. I closed my eyes as she kissed me softly on the cheek and then made her way down to my neck. Her kissing were becoming more aggressive, and her gripped tightened on my hands pinned above my head. 

Then all of a sudden, I felt a sharp, piercing feeling on my neck as I felt my body go limp. It was then I realized that she was a vampire, and she had just bitten my neck. After a couple of minutes, she raised up from my neck and told me she would see me soon. And just like that she was gone! 

I woke up in my bed, not remembering coming up stairs, I quickly glanced over to the balcony doors and they were standing wide open. I was a little scared but thought maybe I just hadn't woke completely up from my dream yet so I decided to go splash some cold water on my face. 

I walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face when I looked into the mirror and a loud scream escaped my throat. As I looked in the mirror, I was 2 small holes in my neck from the bite in the dream, and suddenly I seen her in the mirror looking back at me. 

It was just a dream all this time, wasn't it? 



Trick or Treat



Author's note: The events of this story take place October 31st, 2008. 

Stacy shifted uncomfortably on the passenger seat as Greg slammed on the brakes at another stoplight. She wanted to lean back so that the shoulder belt didn't dig into her neck so much, but the knife in her back really made things difficult. It was Halloween, and they were on their way to a friend's house for a costume party. Stacy had found an old cheerleading outfit at the thrift store and, with her long dark-blonde hair drawn back in a high ponytail, she looked perfectly the part. That wasn't gory enough for her though, so Greg had gone to a specialty store and bought a plastic retractable knife and some fake blood. Now, with the knife stuck in her back and a small line of blood trickling from the corner of her lip, she really did look like one of the bimbos out of Scream. 

That was the fun part, because in truth Stacy had been the "bookworm" at her high school, the kind of girl the cheerleaders sneered at and never invited to their parties. Which was fine with Stacy... why would she want to go to some snotty girl's house just to have all the popular boys ignore her while the disc jockey played awful music and everyone either got drunk, or stoned, or both? No, she had stayed home, gotten good grades, and been accepted at the University of Northern Colorado, where she was in her final year. It was in a physics class that she met her boyfriend Greg. Greg was the antithesis of every dickhead she'd met in high school. He was smart, sensitive, with a dry sense of humor that kept every conversation interesting, and they had been together for almost three years. 

Stacy looked over at him and had to stifle another giggle. Except for the mask and green silky gloves, which he had thrown in the back-seat so he could drive, he was dressed perfectly as "The Joker" from The Dark Knight. She thought it funny that her gentle, caring boyfriend would want to dress as a maniacal terrorist. But he was so excited about the costume she didn't have the heart to tell him that because of the movie and Heath Ledger's death, she would bet one third of the partygoers would be dressed exactly the same. 

To tell the absolute truth, seeing Greg dressed so "dangerously" was starting to turn her on a little bit. They had never role-played in the bedroom, but now she could see how it might be fun. Greg hit a bump, and the shoulder belt slid directly across her left nipple. To her surprise it instantly hardened at the teasing contact, and she had to stifle a small moan. Greg looked over and immediately saw her erect nipples, pressed as they were against the cheerleading sweater. 

"Playing dress-up is turning you on, isn't it?" he asked. 

Stacy blushed furiously, but had to nod. Keeping his left hand on the steering wheel, Greg reached over and cupped her breast. As he squeezed the soft mound gently, Stacy let out a gasp of combined pleasure and shock. 

"Greg, what are you doing? Someone's going to see you!"

"No they're not," he answered, opening his hand to gently roll the palm against her now aching nipple, "and even if they did... who cares?"

Stacy was about to protest again, but when he dropped his hand and started to push up her short green and silver pleated skirt, she forgot what she was going to say. Breathing heavily, all she could do was watch in amazement as he exposed her white panties to any passing car that cared to take a glance. His eyes never leaving the road, he began to slowly rub the length of her pussy. Every time he got to the top of her slit, he pushed the material of her panties in just a little, making direct contact with her throbbing clitoris. Up and down, up and down, he never picked up the pace, and as Stacy neared orgasm she pressed herself harder on his hand, willing him to go faster. 

Just when she thought she was going to explode, Greg abruptly stopped the ministrations. Stacy cried out in desperation, but all her boyfriend did was calmly turn onto a side road and park. There were already several other cars there, and she could see that the house the party was taking place at was in full Halloween regalia. She turned to Greg, about to ask why the hell he had stopped when she was so close, but as she opened her mouth he just smiled. 

"I just wanted to give you a little taste of what's to come later. I want you to walk into that party wet as hell, and I want to be the only thing on your mind while you talk with your friends."

With that he opened the front door and stepped out. As he retrieved his mask and gloves from the back of the car Stacy unbuckled the seat belt, shaking her head in amazement. Greg had never teased her so unmercifully before, and he certainly had never touched her in the car! And the way he spoke to her just now... so forceful, so demanding. It was like wearing that costume turned him into a different person. 

She climbed out of the car, remembering at the last moment to pull her skirt down. Her legs were shaking and yes, her panties were sopping wet. As the wind picked up, she shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. True to Colorado Halloween tradition, the weather channel had forecasted snow later in the evening. Greg had already donned his mask and was walking towards the house. Shaking her head again at his strange behavior, she hurried after him. 

Opening the front door, they were immediately greeted by "Monster Mash" blaring on the speakers, and sixty or so partygoers all in costume. As their hosts ushered them in, Stacy realized with a sinking sensation that her prediction was right. There were three other "Jokers" just in the living room, dressed almost identically to Greg. She turned to him in sympathy, but found herself looking into thin air. He had already left her side and was chatting with a few of his friends. Feeling a bit hurt at his brusque attitude towards her and his abandonment, Stacy wandered through the living room, absently noting costumes as she went. Apart from the usual witches, "Jason Vorhees'" and "Freddy Krueger's," she saw a Wolfman, a slutty fairy, and a guy in drag. 

There were plenty of others, but she lost interest in them when she noticed her best friend Cara in a group of girls. Hurrying over to her, she had to admire her costume. Some might say dressing up as Snow White was a boring choice, but Cara's shoulder-length jet black hair and fair complexion complemented the costume perfectly. When Cara shot her a wicked look and blew a kiss through ruby red lips, Stacy laughed. Hurrying over, she hugged Cara and the other girl returned the embrace, then held her back to look at her costume. At first she seemed confused about the line of blood trickling from the corner of Stay's mouth, but then she noticed the knife in her back. Cara's hand clapped over her mouth and giggling helplessly she sputtered "Oh Stacy, that is so evil! I love it!" 

For a while the two friends chatted and Stacy forgot about Greg's behavior. Only her damp panties and the slight tingling she still felt in her pussy reminded her of her boyfriend's attentions in the car and his almost threatening promise of what he was going to do to her later. Lost in thought, she had to drag her attention back to Cara when she asked "So where is Greg anyway? I haven't seen him yet." 

Stacy shrugged. "Well, he's dressed as "The Joker"." She looked around the room and pointed. "That's him over there... I think."

Cara rolled her eyes. "Didn't he know that half the guys were going to dress like that this year? I'm surprised he didn't come up with something more creative." 

Stacy nodded. "I don't know what's come over him actually. He's been acting strange ever since he put on that costume. It's like I barely even know him." 

Before Cara could comment, the party's D.J. announced a couple's dance. Excusing herself, Stacy went to find Greg. She mistakenly talked to two other "Jokers" before she found him.

"Hey baby," he whispered, putting his arms around her waist, "how are you enjoying the party so far?" 

Stacy stared up at him. Even his voice wasn't the same anymore. "It's okay. I have to say though; you're acting really weird Greg. It's actually starting to freak me out a little." 

Greg laughed. "I'm just getting into the evening Stace. And believe it or not, I'm helping you too. I mean, all those dirty thoughts I've put into your head now... you're going to have the slutty cheerleader act down before you know it." Stacy laughed in spite of herself and allowed Greg to lead her over to the other dancing couples. As she moved to the beat of a song she had never heard before and Greg proved for the umpteenth time that he had no sense of rhythm, she laughed again. In "Joker" costume or not, this was definitely the Greg she knew.

After the dance ended Greg was once again converged upon by a group of his friends, and Stacy told him she was going to go get them something to drink. He nodded, and she thought she heard him say that he'd find her in a minute, but it was hard to make out much of anything with all the background noise in the room.

Finding the snack table, she got herself a glass of punch and drank it thirstily. Someone had dumped an unhealthy amount of rum in it, and though Stacy didn't usually drink she made an exception and poured herself another cup. Grabbing one for Greg, she pushed through the partygoers, trying to find him. After ten minutes and no luck, she had drunk both cups of punch and was just deciding to find Cara instead when a pair of hands settled on her waist. Half turning, she looked up at the "Joker" mask and sighed in relief. "Where were you?" she demanded angrily. 

Instead of answering, he started steering her through the crowd while she protested half-heartedly. They reached a staircase, and never taking his hands from her hips he half led, half pushed her up the stairs. Stacy clung to him, fully cognizant now of the effect of her three glasses of punch. By the time they got to the top of the stairs she completely understood his intentions, and wasn't at all surprised when he stopped at the nearest door and opened it. There was a shout from inside, and Stacy just had time to glimpse the startled faces of two lovers before her Joker shut the door again. She wasn't sure, but she thought one of those faces had been Cara. She was tempted to re-open the door, but Greg was already steering her further down the hallway. 

The next room was obviously the master bedroom, and it was surprisingly vacant. Stacy giggled helplessly when she saw it. Did Greg really intend to make love to her here? She was about to ask him just that when he gave her an almost violent shove through the door. She felt a resistance and then a rending sound, and she realized he must have torn the fake knife from her cheerleading sweater. She stumbled, and grabbing the bedpost to keep from falling, turned just in time to see Greg slam the door shut and lock it. Before she could even begin to react he was on her, pushing her down onto the bed so she lay prone beneath him, staring up at his masked face in shocked disbelief. 

"Greg, what is your problem? I've never seen you like this before! What's going on with you tonight?" But instead of answering, her Joker slid a gloved hand under the sweater and began to roughly fondle her breast. "Greg! Greg, stop that! I'm trying to talk to you! I – oooh!" Her protests were cut off when his fingers found a nipple and tweaked it through her bra. Taking full advantage of her momentary distraction, he tried to one-handedly pull the sweater over her head. Almost in spite of herself Stacy helped him, then unclasped her bra and sent that falling to the floor as well. Now lying back on the bed with her small breasts fully exposed, she smiled up at him nervously. "Please take off the mask Greg. I want your mouth on me." 

But he just shook his head and re-instated his hands on her breasts. She forgot her request and moaned in pleasure as his fingers circled over her nipples. The silky smooth material of his purple gloves created sensations she had never felt before, and she found herself wondering how those same gloved fingers would feel rubbing against her clit. 

The Joker must have been thinking the same thing, because one of his hands was gliding down her thigh and hiking up the short skirt. Before Stacy could plead once more his fingers were there, rubbing the length of her slit through the thin material of her panties. The friction of the cloth on her clit was unbelievable, and when he slipped a gloved hand beneath the elastic and none-too-gently shoved a finger in her damp opening Stacy bucked against him, moaning unintelligibly.

He fingered her to the edge of a mind-shattering release, but just like their car-ride, stopped before she could get there. Stacy wanted to hit him, but calmed when she saw that he had released her only to rid himself of his pants. Desperately she pulled off her panties, not bothering with her skirt, and nearly passed out when he entered her in one smooth stroke. The ride was hard and fast, and like nothing she had ever felt with Greg before. This was the very thing he had promised, and as Stacy's orgasm hit her last clear thought was that he had definitely delivered. 

She was vaguely aware of her Joker stiffening inside her, and shivered when she felt him coat the walls of her pussy with his seed. When she opened her eyes he had withdrawn and was pulling up his pants. Stacy started half-heartedly pulling down her skirt, but stopped in shock when her Joker just turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. 

"Right," she thought, finding her panties and pulling them back on, "that's just fine. That's just fantastic." She was furiously yanking on her bra when she heard the door open. "What do you want Greg?" she snapped, then looked up just in time to see the shocked expression on his face. 

"What the hell is going on here Stace?" He held his mask in one hand, his green silky gloves gripping it so hard it was nearly crushed. Stacy looked again at his hurt face, then did a double-take of his hand. Green gloves...green gloves??? But they had been purple before. With a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach she abruptly realized what just happened. Judging by the look Greg was giving her, he had too. 

"Well then," he muttered softly, pulling the damaged mask back over his head. "I guess this means we'll be going home. Get your clothes back on and meet me at the car in five minutes. I think you need to be punished – severely." 

He walked toward the door but turned back when he heard Stacy sniffle. Dispassionately, he watched as a single tear trekked its way down her cheek. 

"Ah Stacy," he mocked chillingly, "why so serious?"



Trick or Treat



Spending the night in a haunted house, will she get a trick or a treat?

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Trick or Treat



"See that big house Fancy? You never want to go to that house on Halloween, the guy who lives there, he's a vampire. He sucks the blood out of little girls and then buries them in the back yard."

Five year old Fancy Harrison looked at her cousin Robert; her eyes were wide and filled with fear. "But if I went there, you'd protect me, wouldn't you Robert?"

Seven year old Robert grinned, revealing a missing tooth right in front and nodded. "Sure, you're my cousin, and I would never let anything happen to you."

Fancy felt relieved, she loved Robert, he was her only cousin and now that she had come to live with him and his mother, really the only family she had. On impulse, she hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. "I love you Robert, I'm glad you're my cousin..."

Robert Towner blushed and took his younger cousin's hand. "Come on Fancy, mom will be mad if we're late getting home for supper."

They ran back to the old house down by the railroad tracks once inside, Fancy forgot all about the big house up on the hill. She helped clear the table and did all the things her aunt asked her to do, and when she fell asleep that night, she dreamed of her mom and dad, and the sound of metal hitting metal.

Seven year old Fancy looked at her cousin and shook her head. "No, I don't want to go up there Robert. You told me a vampire lived there and that he sucked the blood from little girls and buried them in the back yard."

Nine year old Robert laughed. "You're just a chicken Fancy, it's just a house, and the other kids told me the guy who lives there gives out a lot of candy. You want candy don't you...?"

Fancy did, her aunt Helen didn't let her have sweets or other things because she said it was bad for her teeth. Robert gave it to her once in a while, but made her promise not to tell. "Will you come with me, to protect me; I'll give you half my candy if you will."

Robert grinned. "Sure, I won't let the big bad vampire hurt you at all..."

They ran up to the porch and rang the creepy looking door bell. When the door opened, Fancy looked up at the man who was suppose to be a vampire. He was old and bent and he had a nice smile. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little princess and a knight, have you come to slay a mean old dragon, or get a big bag of candy...?"

The two of them answered in unison, "Candy!"

"And what do you say to get your candy?" Bright blue eyes glittered with amusement.

"TRICK OR TREAT!"

The man laughed and put a large bag in each of their Halloween bags. "There you go, are you having fun tonight?"

Fancy remembered her manner. "Yes sir, and thank you for the candy. Come on Robert, we need to go home now...Aunt Helen will be waiting for us."

At the house by the railroad tracks Fancy's aunt looked at the big bags both of them had collected from the man in the house. "Well, finally a responsible person in this town; all of his treats are sugar free. And don't look at them like that Robert, if you do, I'll give them to Fancy, that way she can have treats to eat while you get rotten teeth from all that sugar."

Robert looked at his mother then at Fancy, "She can have them, and she's getting fat anyway..."

Aunt Helen slapped her son. "Robert, now you apologize to your cousin, I explained about her condition, and the pills she has to take. And just for being so rude, you can wait on your candy for now, until you learn to be polite."

Fancy watched as her cousin ran off to his room and looked at her aunt. "Aunt Helen, why did you hit Robert when he said I was getting fat?"

Her aunt sighed as she at her, "because he wasn't being nice, it was a very mean thing he said to you. But it is just a word, all of us Fancy are made different, you know that. Some of us are bigger and taller or shorter and skinnier than others. I just don't like it when other people call people names. Now just take your candy and go off to bed, it's getting late and you have school tomorrow."

Fancy did as she was told and when she dreamed that night, she dreamed of the nice old man and promised herself that she would wave at him if she saw him again.

*

Nine year old Fancy looked at her cousin and his friends. "You're supposed to go with me Robert; you know your mom told you had to..."

Eleven year old Robert looked at her and sneered. "Why would I want to go with a fat pig like you? And I don't care what mom says, me and the guys are going to go trick or treating on our own. So just go do what you want to do and leave me alone, I hate you Fancy, all you ever do is get me into trouble..."

Fancy blinked back the tears and nodded. "Fine, I will, and I'm going to tell on you that you made me go all by myself; I hope Aunt Helen uses her belt on you..." She ran off and at the house on the hill, she walked bravely up to the front door and rang the bell.

The old man didn't look so old or bent over this time. "Well hello Fancy, I haven't seen you since last year. He started to put a bag of candy in the pillow case but stopped as he saw the tears. "Why Fancy, you've been crying, now why is a little girl like you crying...?"

She swallowed hard, "Because Robert called me a fat pig Mr. Ravencroft. And that he hated me because I get him in trouble all the time. I don't mean to get him in trouble sir, I'm just doing what aunt Helen told me to do if people call me names."

"Well then it's not your fault is it Fancy, children should always do what their elders tell them to do, but you shouldn't be out here all by yourself, you could get hurt. My grandson is visiting me this year, wait a minute and I'll have him walk you home." Leaving the door open, he walked off and soon came back with a man who wasn't really a man yet. He was tall and pale, and had pretty black hair and dark green eyes. "Fancy, this is my grandson William; he'll walk you home and explain to your aunt what happened."

William gave her a grin and waved. "Hello Fancy, it's nice to meet you." He held out a hand that had long fingers and was as pale as the rest of him. "You'll have to show me where to go; I'm new to the area."

Fancy smiled back at the man, "I can do that, I've lived here for almost five years now."

"Wow, then you must know everyone in town. I don't know anyone."

"I know a few, but my aunt knows even more, she's lived her a long time."

As they walked to her aunt's William asked why she lived with her aunt and Fancy told him how her parents had died in a car accident and how she hadn't had anyone else to go to but her aunt Helen.

"Is your aunt good to you Fancy?"

"Oh she's so nice, she takes good care of me, and makes sure I eat right and have nice clothes for school. Robert says she spoils me, but he's just angry all the time because I'm a girl and he's not." She looked up at William. "He didn't used to be like that, he used to tell me that he'd always protect me if someone tried to hurt me, but now he's the one who tries to hurt me all the time. He pulls my hair and pinches me and calls me names."

William smiled. "Boys are like that when they get to a certain age, don't think too badly of him, but if he ever tries to hurt you too badly Fancy, you come tell my grandfather okay? He'll let me know and I'll come help you."

"Okay, thanks William."

Her aunt was startled at first as Fancy introduced William to her, but then looked relieved as he explained what had happened and why he had brought her home. When she asked him to sit and have a cup of tea with them, he accepted and Fancy sat and drank her tea and listened to them talk until she grew sleepy and her aunt sent her off to bed.

The only time she woke was when her aunt was beating on Robert for leaving Fancy alone. Fancy might have felt sorry for her cousin if he hadn't called her names. Instead, she just smiled and rolled over to go back to sleep.

*

Twelve year old Fancy rang the door bell and smiled as Mr. Ravencroft opened it, "Hi Mr. Ravencroft. Trick or Treat."

The Elder Mr. Ravencroft smiled at her. "Well, hello Fancy, how are you tonight? Did you come for candy or to see if William was here?"

"Actually I came to tell you this will be my last year trick or treating, Aunt Helen says I'm getting too old for it. But do you mind if I just come and say hi now and then? It must be lonely for you living in this old house all by yourself."

"At times, I'm always glad when William or his parents come for a visit, and you'll be more than welcome anytime you would like to come and say hello. And tell your aunt thank you for all the wonderful cakes and pies she brings me now and then. How are things with you and Robert these days?"

Fancy sighed. "Not very good, he's mad now because I'm taller than him and he's been getting into a lot of trouble at school and such. I don't understand him Mr. Ravencroft, it's not my fault I had a tall father and mother and his dad was short."

"No it's not dear, well you better run along home, it looks like rain and you don't want to get all wet and catch a cold."

"No sir, bye Mr. Ravencroft, I'll see you soon."

Sixteen year old Fancy sat back in the high back chair and watched as Mr. Ravencroft drank his tea. "I don't know what to do Mr. R, I know Aunt Helen is sick, but she won't go see a doctor and now with Robert coming home from that detention center, its worse."

"Suppose I go see your aunt, I know something about illness, and maybe I can suggest something that might help?"

"Oh would you? She's all I have in the world and I don't know what I would do if I lost her Mr. R."

"You won't lose her, and by the way, come by in a couple days, William will be coming to visit and he asked me to tell you that he especially wants to see you and hear how you're doing."

Fancy blushed, she had a crush on William and had forever it seemed. He had grown into a tall, well built man and she was sure he must have a hundred girlfriends. He was never going to pay attention to a gal like her who was tall and full figured and fighting skin blemishes. "I'm glad he's doing well."

*

Eighteen year old Fancy shivered as she stood in the cool October air and decided that a day like this was perfect for a funeral. She felt William put his hand on her shoulder and was glad he had been able to come and be here with her, Robert was no help, all he wanted to do was sit around all day and smoke his pot and drink his beer. That and look at her in that odd way he had. She didn't like it when he did that, it made her feel dirty and fearful of what he was thinking. 

William walked her to his car and opened the door for her. As she slid in her dress hiked up a bit and revealed her leg more than she liked. She had yet to get to her weight goal but she was proud of being under 225 and had dropped down to a size 16 almost. She hoped to be in a 14 by the spring, but would be happy if she could maintain a 16 and stay close to 200 pounds.

"Thank you for being here today William, I don't know what I would have done without you and your grandfather these past few weeks."

He shut his door and buckled up his seatbelt. "It's been our pleasure Fancy, so what will you do now?"

"Get a job, and an apartment of my own. Aunt Helen left the house to Robert and I both, but I don't want to live there with him. He makes me feel creepy, watching me all the time. Just today I caught him watching me sleep, and when I asked him what he was doing in my room, he just smiled and walked out."

William grinned. "Well you are a beautiful young lady these days Fancy; I can understand him liking to look at you."

"But he's my cousin, and I don't like the way he looks at me. Its how he looks at those women he brings to the house and has sex with."

"Have you had sex yet Fancy?"

"No, and I don't know if I ever will. The guys in this town and I don't get along real well. I keep remembering all the names they called me and how they treated me when I was a kid." She looked at him. "To be honest, you and your grandfather are two of the few people in town who I like."

He put his hand on her arm. "We like you too Fancy, and remember, we're here for you if you need us. Now, you do remember you're coming to have dinner with us tonight? I brought you a very special graduation present and grandpa has something for you too."

"I'll be there, seven-thirty right?"

"Yes, now relax and don't worry too much about your cousin..."

At the house Fancy did the few chores that were necessary, then went to her room and laid out the outfit she was wearing to the Ravencroft's for dinner tonight. A glance at the calendar reminded her it was Halloween and it had been thirteen years since she had first seen the house on the hill. She felt like telling Robert, he had been wrong, no vampires lived there, just a lonely old man who had few family and even fewer friends. Instead she concentrated on picking out just the right clothes and accessories the way her aunt had taught her to, and she picked up the small silver cross her aunt had given her just before she died. Putting it on, she gathered up what she needed for her bath and was glad Robert was off somewhere. She didn't like bathing when he was in the house.

At seven that night she was ready to go, looking at herself in the full length mirror, she had to admit she looked good. Her whiskey colored hair was long and fell in soft waves to just above her butt, and her matching eyes were made up with soft shades of gold and brown. She had used special perfume that the elder Mr. Ravencroft had given her and it did mix perfectly with her body chemistry.

Getting her purse, and shoes, she went out into the living room and found her cousin sitting on his ass on the couch. He looked at her and frowned. "Where the hell you going, and why you all dressed up that way?"

"I was invited to have dinner with Mr. Ravencroft and his grandson." She didn't like how he was looking at the black leather skirt that hit her just above her knees, and the black silky shirt that buttoned up the front with pearl buttons. The top of the shirt was open just enough to give a hint of her cleavage and she liked how it felt on her skin.

"Yeah, and I can guess who the main course will be. You flat on your back with the grandson trying to get in between your legs. I saw how he was looking at you at the funeral, the man is twice your age and that grandfather of his, I don't trust the old fucker, I told mom so too when you were up visiting him all the time."

"Aunt Helen liked Mr. Ravencroft, and if it hadn't been for him, she would have died sooner than she did. Not that you fucking cared, all you did was sit on your ass and get drunk and high or go fuck some bitch you found in a bar..."

She never saw it coming, not until his hand connected with her face, and she stumbled backwards into the chair behind her. Robert stood over her and she saw the anger in his eyes. "And what the fuck you been doing with that fucking old man Fancy, letting him touch you all these years, and that grandson of his too? I bet that grandson has been fucking you since you turned eighteen, hasn't he?"

"No, he's a gentleman, not like you Robert; you're just an ass hole."

"The hell he is, and I'm going to find out for myself, I bet I shove my cock up you and you're going to be a loose as a whore from him fucking you." He dropped to his knees and began working at the opening to his pants. When he was free, he pushed her legs apart and shoved a hand up under her skirt. "Damn little cousin, you are hot as hell. Normally I'd like a taste of it, but I am too damn horny to bother right now." He gripped the waist band of her panties and ripped them off her. Gripping her hips, he pulled her to the edge of the chair and put the head of his cock at the bush of hair between her legs. "Yeah, I am going to enjoy this..."

Realizing that if she didn't do something, her cousin was going to rape her, Fancy did the one thing she could think of. Relaxing and smiling, she licked her lips. "Can we try something first, I saw a picture of this in a book..."

Robert smiled at her though drug hazed eyes. "Sure, what you got in mind sweets?"

Fancy raised her leg as if to put it on his shoulder and with power she knew she had gotten from her jogging and work outs, she kicked out at his chest. He toppled backwards from the force giving her time to jump to her feet and start to run to the door. She had just turned the door handle when he grabbed her from behind, and tried to drag her back. It only took her a moment to realize that he had grabbed the chain holding the cross and with effort she was able to break it before it choked her. The cross fell to the floor and she ran out into the night.

William opened the door to her frantic ringing of the bell and looked at her in horror. "My gods Fancy what the hell happened to you...?"

"It was Robert...he...he tried to rape me, and he said terrible things about you and your grandfather..." She began to cry and he pulled her close.

Mr. Ravencroft came to the door, "Bring her in William, into the study and get her calmed down while I pour her a glass of wine."

William sat with her on the sofa and held her close while his grandfather filled a goblet with the special wine he kept just for visitors. When he handed it to William, the younger man put it to her lips. "Sip this slowly Fancy; it's a special vintage and extremely potent. When you've calmed down tell us what happened."

The wine was warm and soothing and she sipped it as William had told her. Once she was in control of her emotions she told them what had happened and how she had gotten away from her cousin. Mr. Ravencroft patted her hand and shook his head. "You poor girl, well don't worry, he will be dealt with, and look at your poor feet, you ran out without your shoes. You stay with William while I call the police and go have a talk with your cousin. William, be sure you do something about her feet, they seem to be bleeding." He walked off and William held her until she had stopped shaking.

She felt warm and safe as the wine worked its way through her body, and she hated it when William left her to get a pan of hot water, a rag and some sort of cream to put on her feet. Kneeling down beside the sofa he lifted her foot and examined it closely.

"You've stepped on broken glass; this will hurt as I take out the shards. Would you like more wine first?"

"No, I'm fine for now, maybe after you're done." She liked how his hand felt on her foot; it wasn't like when Robert had touched her.

He was very careful and had a soft touch as he removed the glass and bathed her feet, the cream felt good as he rubbed it over the cuts and wrapped them with pieces of clean gauze. It wasn't until he sat back next her that she realized he had been able to look up her skirt and see her exposed pubic hair. She began to blush and William smiled as he handed her the refilled goblet.

"It's alright Fancy; I only sneaked a couple peeks. I'm glad you were able to get away from him; it would have been awful if he had been able to hurt you. The first time a woman takes a man inside her, it should be enjoyable for both of them."

"You'd never do that to a woman would you William?"

He shook his head, "No, I much prefer to give women as much pleasure as they give me. You know you can't go home tonight Fancy, you'll have to stay here in the guest room. Will that bother you?"

"No, I trust you and your grandfather; I still can't believe what he said about you both. He made your grandfather sound like some monster like you read about in the newspapers. But should he have gone to my house, Robert might hurt him..."

William smiled. "He'll be fine, Grandpa may be old but he can take care of himself better than you might imagine. Would you like some dinner now, you must be hungry."

She shook her head. "No, to be honest, I've lost my appetite and this wine is making me sleepy. Maybe I should just hobble up to the guest room and get some sleep."




Trick or Treat



"No reason for you to hobble, just sit and relax..." William stood up and gathered her up into his arms. "See, I can carry you just fine. Just don't spill the wine, grandpa will yell at us both."

For some reason she giggled. "I can't imagine your grandfather yelling at anyone, he's too much a nice old man for that." Her head spun just a little as he carried her up the stairs and she looked at him. "I think I might be a little drunk William, my head is spinning..."

"I told you it was potent, but it will wear off after a good night's sleep." In the guest room he sat her on the bed, and brought her a long white night gown. "This belonged to my grandmother; it should fit you since you're about the same size she was. Do you need any help undressing?"

She started to tell him no, but as she tried to unbutton her shirt, she nodded. "I am definitely intoxicated."

He chuckled and began to unbutton each pearl button with strong hands. As it slid off her shoulders, she saw him glance down at her breast tops and lick his lips. It had to be the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Inside the lacy black cups, her nipples hardened and when he helped her remove the bra, she blushed again as she moved to cover them, with her hands."

"No, don't hide them away, you have beautiful breasts. They're the kind of breasts a man wants to touch and suckle." He ran his thumbs over her nipples and when they grew even harder, he bent his head to suck on each one just a little. "You taste so sweet; do you mind me doing this Fancy?" She shook her head and he repeated it again, this time not stopping so quickly. When her breasts had been fully kissed, licked and sucked, he smiled and had her lay back. "Did you like that Fancy?"

"Yes, very much so..." She felt as if she was in a dream, he was running his mouth down over her stomach, then back up to her throat and to her lips. When he kissed her, she moaned and he took the moment to slip his tongue inside her mouth. At the same time her arms went around his neck and she felt him open her skirt so he could slide it down and off of her. She lifted her hips but never lost contact with his mouth. Once lying naked on the bed, he let his hands wander over her at will, and when he touched her legs, she parted them willingly. "Oh yes, that feels so good."

"Yes you do." His voice was deep and husky in her ear. "Can I lie beside you Fancy, hold you and caress you...?"

"Please."

When he pulled her into his arms, she realized that he was naked as well, and her hands moved over his body as if they had a mind of their own. His body was warm to the touch and strong. She could feel his fingers between her legs and the sensations he was drawing out of her were totally new to her. At times she had touched herself, but never had it felt like this. He teased the hard little button and slid his fingers up and down the moist slit that hid her to all but the most intimate view. As she felt the start of a tightening inside her she saw William look down at her.

"Let it go my love, let it go..."

She began to spasm and at the same moment felt something long and hard press into her. The pain passed quickly and she looked at him, now firmly inside her and kissing her face so tenderly. "You feel so good..."

"So do you love, and it will only get better as time goes on, you're mine now, you'll never be alone again. You'll never have to be afraid or have any reason to fear anything."

He began to move deeply in and out of her, and she clung to him as he told her to wrap her legs around his waist. As she did, she felt him going deeper inside her and she began to arch up to meet his thrusts. "Oh William yes, yes, this is heaven..." 

He chuckled and began to kiss her throat, "Not quite my love, but the closest thing to it."

As she felt him begin to speed up, she ran her hands down his back and caressed his tight behind as he sucked at her throat. As the first waves of what felt like an explosion begin to hit her, she felt the pain of two sharp needles and cried out in such intense pleasure that she passed out shortly after hearing his cry of joy.

William finished dressing her in the night gown and watched as her life flowed out of her. He hated the idea of watching her die, but as he went downstairs, he knew that they would soon be together forever. In the study he found his grandfather drinking a glass of blood and wine and poured one for himself. "It's done; she'll wake as one of us..."

Eric Ravencroft smiled. "And do you approve of your new mate William?"

"I've approved of her since the night we met, it's been hard waiting, I'm afraid I've broken more hearts then I care to count waiting."

That made the old man chuckle, as his fangs began to appear. "And more than a few corpses I'm sure, but wait till you see the wedding present I have for you both."

William smiled. "Do I have to wait, she quite satisfied my hunger for tonight, and I would rather he be clean when she bleeds him the first time."

"Not at all my dear boy, but just a quick peek, you don't want to be away from her too long, not that she'll wake too soon, the wine is very specific, and you'll have to show her how to avoid overdoing at first." They walked to a wall lined with bookshelves and Eric flipped a lever. "Watch the stairs they need to be replaced soon."

He was chained to a wall in a sound proof room. Eric had taken it easy on him, and as they approached, he looked at them with terrified eyes. "Where am I, who are you, and where is Fancy?"

William reached out and gripped Robert's throat. "I could kill you with ease human, and if you had succeeded tonight, I would be, but you failed and my bride came to me untouched. But know this, never will you speak her name again, from now on she will be "Mistress" or "My Lady." Her every desire will be your command and never will you touch her again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, I understand..." The trance like voice was dull and lacked fire.

"You understand what..."

Robert swallowed hard as he realized what had happened and what the two men standing before him were. "Yes My Masters..."

Later, as his newly turned cousin fed on his blood, Robert remembered what he had told her so long ago about the house on the hill; it seemed he had been right after all. 



Trick or Treat



"Trick or treat?" they yelled as I opened the front door in my sexy witches outfit.

I love Halloween. I stock up on sweets and other goodies to give out to all the local children as they are escorted round the village by mums and dads, carrying little baskets to store all their hard-earned treats.

Sometimes children came alone, it was a quiet neighbourhood, with no risk of anything untoward happening, although I always stayed at home dishing out the sweeties as my hubby took our little one off to gather treats of their own. I loved the kids little faces when they came home and showed off what they had collected, their beaming smiles, so proud of themselves, and always sweet enough to offer mummy a few sweets after my own tireless work in giving back to the kids of the community.

And so it was, that as every year, I opened the door and greeted the visitors with a little witches cackle, which by the way my hubby looked forward to after all the kids were in bed each year too, and said:

"Hello there sweet little children, don't you look wonderful tonight?" before filling their baskets with jelly snakes or fizzy bugs, and sending them merrily on their way.

My husband, David, and our kids, Susan (aged 4) and Matthew (aged 6) were taking their time this particular Halloween. They were usually back before 9pm, but tonight they were obviously having a good night, and it was 9:30 already with no sign of their return.

As the latest trick or treaters headed off down the lane, I had a little look up and down the lane from my vantage point on the raised doorstep to our tranquil home, and decided that was probably it for tonight. I came back inside, took off my witches hat and my leather boots, and collapsed onto the sofa for some well-deserved relaxation before they arrived home. That was at 9 o' clock, so by half past, I felt it was quite safe to assume that trick or treating was over for another year, and that David and the kids would be home soon enough.

So confident in this fact was I, that I snuck off to the kitchen and brought the remaining sweeties back with me to the lounge, where I scoffed the lot in front of the scary movie playing on TV.

As I popped the final sweet into my mouth, the door bell rang. I looked at the clock. It was 9:45 now. It must be them I thought, bloody David forgetting his key. I popped my witches hat back on as I knew David would be disappointed not to get the full show when he arrived home, and headed back to the door excited to see what the kids had gathered.

As I swung the door back though, I was surprised to find another group of trick or treaters.

"Trick or Treat?" they shouted as I opened the door again, for the umpteenth time this evening.

They were not kids this time though, well not anymore anyway. I couldn't see their faces for their silly Halloween masks, but I could tell that these were older boys, maybe 18 or 19 years old. 

It wasn't that unusual to get the older kids joining in of course, Halloween is for them too isn't it? After all, here I was in my 30's, dressing as a witch, and getting into it, and not just because I have kids. The little roleplays myself and David had every year after we had got the kids to bed were more than enough to step up my interest in the event!

I surveyed the collection of characters looking down at me -- first time I had been looked down at all evening, so I wasn't going to tell them how cute they looked in their costumes this time. There were five of them in total, and all had much more mature costumes than I had seen so far -- Freddie Kruger, Hannibal, Beetlejuice, a sinister looking clown, and a guy in one of those masks from the Scream films.

"Oh no," I said, "I'm afraid you're out of luck boys. I just gave my last sweeties away."

I felt instantly guilty for having scoffed the remaining treats, although to be fair there wouldn't have been enough for these five strapping young men anyway. 

"We don't want sweeties, we're not six," the guy from Scream said in a sinister voice. Clever, I thought, a voice modification box, it must be so much fun to do Halloween with so much creativity and maturity. "Trick or Treat?" he said again.

I considered whether there was anything else I could give them.

"Ooh, I know," I said, and ran over to the table by the stairs to grab my purse. How much would boys of this age be happy with, I thought, and decided that a few bucks each was plenty. I grabbed a tenner, and said, "Here you go boys, split that between you, and share nicely. Night night now," handing it to Beetlejuice.

As I turned to go back inside and close the door, hoping that I hadn't missed too much of the film, and that the kids would be home soon with more treats for me to devour, I suddenly felt a hand grab hard on my wrist.

"What the hell," I started to say, before the door was pushed back swiftly hitting me between the eyes and sending me flying across the shiny wooden hallway floor and onto my backside.

"You little shits! I'm calling the police," I blurted out as I tried to get up from the floor, rubbing my bruised arse cheeks from my fall.

"You chose trick!" the scream mask guy announced with his sinister voice gurgling at me.

"Oh well haha very funny," I responded. "Glad you have had your fun. Now get out of my house!"

But I felt a crack on the back of my head, and everything went dark.

When I finally stirred, I felt a cold fear running over my body. A light shining brightly in my eyes up close blinded me, I could sense that I was not in my home any longer. I was naked, I could feel cold hard metal on my wrists and on my ankles, chains stretching my body, suspending me up in the air somehow. I looked up at the chains wrapped tightly around my wrists, the reddened skin as they chafed against them.

My nipples hurt. I looked down to see more chains, pincers squashing my nipples and stretching them out in front of me. I looked down further to see yet more chains, clipped to the lips of my exposed pussy, again pulling them tightly apart, at the bar between my legs pushing my legs apart as wide as they have ever been.

The light still burnt into my skull right in front of me, it was a video camera, filming my naked abused body. The light moved down tracing my glances as I surveyed the torture that was being inflicted on me.

A new sensation now, as I felt more metal, cold and solid but smooth, pushing against my anus. I tried to look behind me, but couldn't twist enough to see as I felt the large metal object invading my virgin asshole.

I tried to scream out, but my mouth was gagged, a ball of steel filling it, strapped tightly around my head. I tried to struggle, but as I did, the pain soared through me, as the clamps on my nipples and my cunt pulled tighter. 

I looked around the room now properly for the first time. Hannibal, Freddie Kruger, Clown, Beetlejuice and Scream masks all looking back at me. I looked closer, they were naked except for their masks, each displaying their huge cocks, bigger than I had expected in boys of this age, much bigger than David's.

Each was different in form, shaven or not shaven, cut and not cut, long and thick, straight and curved. I could tell immediately that all the boys were black, and since our village was still very much the abode of the white middle-classes, I knew they were not from round here.

I felt a sharp stinging sensation on the cheeks of my butt and a snapping noise, as a crop of some sort was struck against them. Again, and again. The pain at first sharp and quick, now becoming ever-more present, as they continued my assault. I struggled and moaned, but again only made matters worse as the pain seared through my body. It felt like it was everywhere, all over me.

"Are you going to be a good little witch now?" one of them said in that disgusting voice echoing around the room, bouncing off the bare brick walls.

I tried to nod, as the cracks against my ass continued, I could feel them glowing red, the heat generating from them.

Clown-guy came up close and gave the chains on my nipples a sharp tweak pulling the clamps clean off, before giving a dark, sinister laugh. He unclasped the ball gag from my mouth. My saliva leaking out and tumbling down my naked body uncontrollably.

I opened and closed my mouth, trying to get rid of the discomfort I felt. Next my hands were being unchained from the ceiling and cuffed behind my back tightly. The bar between my legs removed and now connected to the chains on my wrists so that I was no confined to a kneeling position in the center of the room, my kneecaps grinding on the harsh concrete floor.

"We are going to fuck your mouth, and you are going to let us," announced Hannibal.

"You put your cock in my mouth and you will lose it!" I snapped back at him.

"I don't think you will," he retorted, "not if you value the lives of your husband and your sweet little children."

"What have you done to them you bastards!" I screamed, trying in vain to get up to my feet before falling on to my side, bruising my ribs.

"They are safe, for now. But wondering where you are at home I would say. We can always go and check on them when we are done here, unless you would prefer to co-operate."

"Okay, okay, do what you want, just leave them alone. Please!"

"You will do what we want bitch! And you will enjoy it! If we don't think you are enjoying it enough, we will go and pay them a visit."

"We heard you like it rough, that's what we heard. Isn't that so?"

"Fuck you!" I shouted.

"Okay guys, let's get going. Seems like we need to show this bitch we mean business."

They started to grab clothes, and ready themselves to leave. To go pay a visit to my family home, to do god knows what to them. 

"No, no please. I'm sorry. Please. Don't go."

"You don't want us to go then answer the question bitch. Do you like it rough? And think carefully about what you think the right answer might be."

I pondered for a moment what was about to happen. To be fair I did like it rough. I always encouraged David to be more rough with me, but he was always too nice. I had fantasies of being taken by force, to have David creep up on me unexpectedly when not at home, and fuck me hard. But I knew he would never be into that. But this wasn't like that at all. My family was at stake here. The family I adored and cherished. 

These young boys, not long out of college, with thick hard cocks wanted to fuck my mouth, and who knows what else. They wanted to abuse me, and use me as a slut for their pleasure. My concern now was that perhaps I would enjoy it, maybe I wouldn't be able to help myself. I always have found it hard not to get sexually aroused in inappropriate situations, and maybe this was another of those. How guilty would I feel if whilst my family were in danger, I was to be cumming like a fully-fledged slut being pounded by a gang of young men.

"Yes I like it rough." I said, with some hesitation in my voice.

"Not good enough. Say it and mean it like the slut you are," said Clown face.

"I like it fucking rough!" I said loudly and more assertive this time.

"Again!"

"I like it fucking rough, in every fucking hole, like a fucking little whore, you fucking piece of shit!" I shouted. I couldn't believe that had just come out of my mouth. 

"Woah! Hubby was right huh?" said Freddie.

I looked confused at him.

"Yeah that's right. We got talking to your hubby in a bar a few weeks ago. He said you were a fucking slut. Damn bitch!"

"Yeah slut. Your hubby was telling us all about how you love the whole idea of being forced. It was him who set this all up weren't it. He wants you to get a proper good fucking on Halloween, not just some roleplay shit like most years. So come on slut, you enjoy this."

"I don't believe you," I said, "David's not like that."

"Sure he is. Why do you think he gave us your home video camera?" 

I looked up, sure enough it was our video camera. But they could have stolen it from our house when I was unconsciousness.

"He wants to watch the whole thing later and jack his little piddly dick off over it."

"He even paid us. Here look, look at all this cash he gave us. There's 200 here. "

"So why did you threaten my family?"

"Ah come on, it's roleplay. You like roleplay right? You want to be fucked by us and you know it. You can go home afterwards with the video tape, and your hubby will want to see how much you loved his Halloween present for you."

"So, let's try again. You like it in every hole right?"

Again, I paused. My family weren't in danger. Maybe this was a treat from David. He did know how much I loved the idea of being used and abused like this. He was the only one who did know. We have roleplayed stuff like this on Halloween for years, and again only he would know that. He wanted me to get properly fucked and fulfil my fantasies, and that's exactly what I was going to do.

"I fucking love being fucked in every fucking hole!" I shouted, and opened my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out to the camera.

"I love you David." I mouthed as it focused on my face, before Clown face began to plunge his thick black cock into my mouth, pressing my cheeks outwards from the inside, as I looked deeply at the camera. 

This was another fantasy he knew about -- being a porn star. We had watched porn together many times, and I knew all the looks to give the camera, all the sounds to make. Now I knew what was happening, I was going to give David a real treat.

As Clown face's cock continued to press into my mouth, I was lifted up to a bowing position, my ankles now unlinked from my wrists, as Clown face was now face on and able to push his cock deep into my throat.

Soon the metal object that had been stuffed in my ass earlier, had been pulled out sharply, and was replaced by another cock. The first time my ass had been fucked, another fantasy being fulfilled on film. I pulled away from Clown's cock and looked back at Freddie pumping into my ass, before shouting "Oh fuck yes, I love your cock in my ass!" and smiling back at the camera. It didn't last long though, as Clown grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my head back down onto his cock.

He began to thrust hard, pushing my head down further, pushing his cock right up back into my throat. I could feel myself gagging, and tried to push back, but he held me in place for a while longer, before he allowed me to emerge and spit the mix of saliva and pre-cum out onto the floor beneath. Meanwhile, my ass was being split further and further, and Freddie's cock going as deep as it could. The pain in my ass overwhelming, but strangely exciting.

Clown face pulled out not long before he was going to cum, and the camera was repositioned for what they call the "money shot" as his cum flew onto my face, dripping from my forehead, my nose, my lips and my chin. I licked my lips and smiled sweetly into the camera again, as I was straightened up right, and Clown face was replaced by Scream face who immediately went to work on thrusting his cock into my married cunt.

The sensation of having a cock in my asshole and my pussy at the same time was one I had always wondered about, but nothing could compare to the feelings I was having. Like the two cocks were pressing against one another inside me, penetrating right through my inner-walls, thrusting deep into places no man had ever gone.

Clownie now was standing to the side of me, as the two cocks continued their assault on my ass and cunt, and replaced the clamps back on my nipples, the pain this time delicious and egging me on to my first orgasm. As I moaned, and screamed, again I tried to look at the camera, willing David to be watching this. But the two cocks weren't finished and just kept on going.

Next I was laid down on the floor, Freddie on top thrusting deep in my asshole, Screamo underneath pushing his dick up inside me. Soon Beetlejuice's cock was in my mouth too, and I looked deeply into the camera as every hole was filled for the first time with hot sticky cum.

As the three of them pulled away, Hannibal gave them some sort of signal, and five became one. Hannibal, obviously revealed now as the leader of the group placed the camera on a tripod pointing towards us, and paced around my naked, cum-filled body.

"You don't deserve my cock in you," he said, "I don't screw filthy whores like you, do you know what I do to filthy whores like you?"

"No, but I'd like to find out," I said, again looking up at the camera.

"Stick at your tongue, and take what I give you," he said forcefully, as he stood above me with his fantastic cock in hand.

"I want you to pleasure yourself as I piss on you, you skanky whore!" 

This was another fantasy. David was not into this. He thought it was disgusting. But I had wanted him to piss on me for so long. I grinned, as I traced my fingers down to my enthralled clit, and began to massage myself. The golden jet of piss firing it's way between my fingers giving me an extra sensation. He slowly raised the angle of the steaming jet of liquid, slowly falling up my belly, on to my still clamped nipples. 

I opened my mouth in anticipation and looked even deeper into the camera, I wanted David to see me taste it. He teased me, moving his aim around so I had to move my mouth to catch more. And still it came as my mouth overflowed with liquid.

Up he went again splashing onto my face, into my hair, as I began to rub my clit faster and harder. Still it poured over me, as I began to moan loudly.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I screamed!

As my orgasm subsided, so did the warm spray from his glorious cock, and I began to rub the delicious lubricant all over my naked body, still smiling, knowing David would be shocked at my behaviour.

"Good slut!" Hannibal said, "Now for one final money shot, then time for you to go home and show hubby what a whore you have become!"

He stood over me, pumping his cock with his fist. My eyes betraying my desire to taste his cum.

"Close your mouth slut! This is going all over your pretty little face."

And then he unleashed it, cum, gallons of cum. I thought he was never going to stop, my eyes closed tightly as I felt a layer of cream building on my face.

After he had completely covered me, he grabbed my sopping wet hair and pulled me up to my feet, pushing my face right up to the camera.

"What have you got to say to your husband?" he said.

"Happy Halloween David. I love you!" I said.

I'm not sure exactly what happened next. I don't recall. I just remember being woken up. The sound of a key being inserted into a lock, a door opening. I looked up at the clock on the living room wall, 9:45 it said. 

"Damn, I must have dropped off to sleep," I thought, "it was all a dream." A very nice dream I thought, and the dampness between my legs made me want to tell David all about it right away, and go fuck him silly.

I heard a voice coming from inside the room.

"Happy Halloween slut!"

I looked up at the TV screen to see the images of Scream, Clown face, Freddie, Hannibal and Beetlejuice looking back at me.

"Time to show hubby what you have been up to whilst he's been out. Oh yeah, should have said, he knew nothing about this. We lied."

They cackled and wailed in laughter, and their faces faded from the screen and were replaced with an image of me, hanging from the ceiling, naked, chains everywhere.

"It was real," I thought, before I suddenly remembered that David and the kids were home when I could here them taking their coats off in the hallway.

I grabbed the remote control, and tried to turn off to TV. It wouldn't go off. Maybe the remote had run out of batteries again.

I ran over to the TV itself and tried to change the channel manually. The same thing on every channel. 

Panicking now, I pulled the socket from the wall just as the door opened and David shouted out:




Trick or Treat



"Hi honey, we're home!"

They stopped open mouthed in the doorway. I had pulled the plug out, but still the footage kept running. This wasn't possible I thought, it's some sort of trick.

I ran and stood in front of the TV to hide it.

"Kids get up to bed please. I'll be up to say goodnight in a moment." I pleaded.

Still they stood there open-mouthed. I looked down, for the first time realizing that I was naked, dripping wet with piss and cum, leaking from between my legs, clamps still firmly attached to my erect nipples.

I tried to cover up whilst still standing in front of the TV.

"I don't understand!" I cried out, "please David get them out of here!"

After David had left the room with the kids, I heard that sinister voice again.

"Happy Halloween Marcella. See you in 9 months if you know what I mean." 

I looked down at my belly, this couldn't be real, it couldn't be.

9 months later. A baby. A black baby emerging from my womb. A single mother, divorced, alone.

Halloween was a few months away again. What would it have in store for me this year I thought?



Trick or Treat!



"I hate Halloween!"

There on my dining room table sat the invitation. I haven't opened it. I can't bring myself to open it. I know what it is. Every year for the past seven years, I've received one. Every year it's the same damn thing. They want me to come and they want me to come alone. The invitation jumps off the table and lands in my hand. I toss it to the floor and jump up and down on it, stomping it.

"Hey, that hurts," says a voice coming from the invitation.

"Sorry." What am I nuts? I'm talking to an inanimate object. I'm talking to a spell. God, I hate this. This is so creepy. This is so spooky. Geez, it makes my skin crawl.

Really, they need to leave me alone and let me live my life. I've already rejected their lifestyle. I was plain when I told them that I wanted to live a normal life, a life without spells, potions, and witchcraft. I'm tired of them controlling my mind with their witchcraft, potions, and spells. For once, I want to think for myself without my mind being controlled by one of their spells.

"But no," I said out loud for no one to hear. I slammed my hand down hard on the granite countertop, "every time I think I am out, they pull me back in. Ow, that hurt."

Only, this year, I'm tricking them. This year, I'm asking my sister to come with me so that she can see for herself and be my witness to the tortuous abuse and emotional pressure that I must suffer and have endured every Halloween, since I can remember, rejecting their advances to be one of them.

I took a deep breath and picked up the invitation. My hands were shaking, my pulse quickened, and my heart pounded. I poured myself a stiff drink, a double, and gulped it down before opening the invitation.

"Trick or Treat!"

You are invited to our annual Halloween party. You are our very special guest. You must wear a costume. (You remember the year when you did not wear a costume and we supplied one for you.) "Ha! Ha!" So bring your sense of humor and get ready to have some fun.

Love, Mom

"Fuck! Double Fuck! Triple Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Yeah, I thought I was being smart the year that I refused to wear a costume and went to their party to tell them that I wasn't coming to their sick Halloween party and they turned me into a toad, a talking toad. 

"Ha! Ha! Yeah, very fucking funny. I had warts in my mouth and up my ass for a year after they changed me back."

I can't believe this is happening to me, again. I was so clear about it last year. I calmly told them all what I thought of them. I told them all that I did not want to be part of their sick group and they just laughed at me in the high pitched cackling laugh that makes my skin crawl. I can't believe they won't let me live my own life and not participate in their incestuous games. I can't do this anymore. I just want to get on with my life.

As the days passed and the Halloween party drew nearer, my dread changed to excitement. I figured the three witches put a spell on me, for sure. More mind control, I'm sick of them controlling my thoughts. Otherwise, how could I be so vehemently against it one minute and excited about it the next. It made no sense. I figured they put some magic potion in the invitation that released itself in the air in and up in my nostrils, as soon as I opened it.

I mean, it is a fun time to a degree, if you are the type who enjoys seeing your mother, two aunts, and ten of their best friends naked. Besides, I have nothing else to do on Halloween. I have no other invitations. I have no friends. Since grammar school everyone has thought me weird and rightly so growing up in a household without the influence of a man, growing up in a household with three women, my mother and her two sisters, and growing up in a household with the original three witches of Eastwick, only in this case, they live in Salem, Massachusetts, the world capital of witches and witchcraft.

Let me tell you about my mother. My mother is the head honcho, the big cheese, and the chief, whatever they call the big wheel, the head witch of all witches in the United States and for the world, maybe, who knows. I, certainly, don't care but I am always surprised when other witches visit her and treat her like Don Corleone of the God Father. They are in awe of her and of her magic powers when I just think of her as my Mom.

Then, again, come to think of it, it is fun to rub elbows with all those celebrities. Oh, sorry, you didn't know that many celebrities are witches. Witches love having an audience and how better to practice their art than to become a movie star. Some of the most famous celebrities who attend my mother's Halloween party are witches, such as, Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, and Jennifer Aniston. Let's see, Bette Davis was a witch before she took Elizabeth Montgomery's spirit. I have no idea who she is now, but some believe that she is Nicole Kidman. She's there every Halloween with, of course, John Travolta and his wife Kelly Preston. I bet you did not know that Oprah Winfrey, Donald Trump, Rachel Ray, and Martha Stewart, along with Judge Judy are all witchcraft practitioners. Did you really think that they could have such success through luck? C'mon, get real. Hocus pocus.

Do you remember when Stanley Kubrick (another practitioner of the black art) made that movie Eyes Wide Shut with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman? Well, the movie was a tribute to witchcraft and Tom Cruise, not one of them, never stopped poking fun at the movie. Much like Darrin on Be Witched, Tom Cruise did not know that his wife was one of them. She quickly replaced him with...one of them, yeah; Keith Urban is one of them, too. 

Stephen King and J. K. Rowling are, you guessed it, believers in the dark science and in the occult. Where do you think Stephen King gets his talent for the macabre? Where do you think J. K. Rowling gets her information about the dark art of witchcraft? C'mon, you guys reading this are all writers and know that you can only write what you know.

Do you remember reading this when you were a kid?

The Witches Caldron

Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing

For a charm of powerful trouble Like a hell-broth boil and babble

Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Okay, maybe you didn't recite that as a kid like I did, as a bedtime prayer. Yet, you do know who wrote that? Don't you? Billie, himself, William Shakespeare, yep. What do you think of that? Well, I'll tell you. He was one of them, too.

Except for Spring, Halloween is the only holiday that my mother and her two sisters celebrate and they always made Halloween special. Halloween is their Christmas. Halloween is a month long celebration that culminates on October 31st. After everything was said and done, it was a fun and memorable time, especially when I was a kid growing up. Only, when I was a kid, I thought everything was make believe, magic or a trick or something. I had no idea that all of those illusions were not illusions, but real or, in their case, witchcraft. Shit! Fuck! I'm sick remembering some of the spells my mother and her two sisters put on people who they did not like.

As I got older, I knew immediately after the party, like all the other years, I'd be right back in therapy. Only, what's the use? My psycharitrist never believed me. He thought that I was delusional and wanted to write me prescriptions to help me deal with life. Yeah, okay, Doc, I'm delusional that my mother changed me into a toad. 

I need a costume. I was running out of things to wear. Let's see, I dressed as a clown last year and I'll never do that, again. There was nothing funny about suddenly be transported and finding yourself at the circus with thousands of people waiting for you to do something funny. I went as a cowboy the year before and I'll never do that again either. They really liked the cowboy costume and that was fun until they put me in a rodeo and on a bucking bronco. I need to play it down. Maybe, I'll go as Superman. Nah, they'll have me flying over Manhattan or they'll be all over my bulge with their wrinkled hands and long fingernails. What to wear? What to wear? What to wear? Oh, I know. I'll go as an Arab. That way I can still wear clothes beneath my sheet and when they pull it off finally, I can bolt from the house before they seal the doors and windows and before they handcuff me, again.

Oh, I almost forgot, this time I'll have my kid sister with me. She's my insurance policy. This time, they'll be no monkey business. They won't try anything with her around, I'm sure of that, I hope. Fuck! Will they? God, I hope not.

Geez, why do I still call her my kid sister? She hates it when I do that. She's 18-years-old now. She's a woman and I'll be 25-years-old in July. God, I've been going to these screwball Halloween parties all of my adult life. The parties were fun to go to when I was a kid but, as soon as I turned 18-years-old, they turned kind of sexual. I mean, I never did a sexual act with my mother or my aunts but there was lots of nudity and if you saw the bodies on my mother and aunts, you would understand how traumatic an experience it is to see them naked. Geez, I have the cold chills just thinking about their sagging tits, pot bellies, and wrinkled asses. Witches are not beautiful women. I mean, some witches are but the real witches, the ones in charge, the practitioners of the art, like priests and rabbis, are not very attractive. The others, the ones who just follow the dark art of witchcraft are usually beautiful people. 

It's not all bad, though. I get to rub more than elbows with Angelina Jolie and Nicole Kidman, if you know what I mean. And that Kelly Preston, John Travolta's wife, is still freakin' cute, although she is getting up there in age. Still, I remember her in Twins when she played Arnold's girlfriend, Marny. Oh, my God. She was so hot.

Oprah is scary. You don't want to get on her bad side, I'll tell you right now. Yeah, she looks good in black but when she dawns that black cloak, look out. She gets scary mean. Her real personality comes out and she is the devil in disguise.

I decided to call my sister and ask her to come with me.

"Hey, Sis, what you doin?"

"Hi, Freddie. I'm just sitting here thinking about what to wear to Ma's Halloween party."

I was sick to hear Sis tell me that she received an invitation. Now, it made sense, of course, she had just turned 18-years-old and was of legal age for their X-rated Halloween party, which, in essence, is more like a witch's coven of rituals and spells. 

Now, it all made sense, Drusilla died last year and her sister Lucinda is retired and refused to take Drusilla's place and become part of their little conclave. They needed another witch to make their required 13, which is why they invited my sister. They are initiating her into their fold.

"Halloween party?" My stomach sank. "What do you mean?"

"I received an invitation to her Halloween party." There was a pause and I could feel the strained silence. "Didn't you get one?"

"Yeah, yeah," I wanted to say, I always get one and have gotten one for the past 7 years, since I turned 18-years-old. "I received an invitation."

"Are you going to go?"

"Yes," I immediately said questioning why I blurted that out so fast but realizing that it was part of the mind controlling spell my mother put on me. "Fuck!"

I can't believe they invited her. Knowing what goes on there, why did they invite her? I can't believe she is going to be there. Well, I'll tell you right now, if they try any funny stuff this year, I'm putting my foot down. I'm leaving before they cast a spell and cement the doors and windows like they did last year. No means no. I'm not going to be a pawn in their sordid games any more, at least, not in front of my baby sister. God, I'd be so embarrassed for her to see me naked, kind of, not really, not at all. Geez, I'd be embarrassed to see her naked, kind of, not really, not at all. Geez, that's the mind controlling spell talking and not me.

"Stop it," I said to myself trying to break the spell.

"I'm thinking about going as a witch," she said.

Her costume choice sent chills down my spine.

"A witch? Now, why on God's green earth would you go as a witch? Why not go as Dorothy from the Wizard of OZ, you love that movie."

"Nah, I don't know why but I'm really drawn to a witch's costume. Besides, it looks good on me." There was a silence. "I'm almost embarrassed to tell you this, but wearing it makes me feel naughty. It makes me not want to wear anything underneath it, like I did at my high school graduation when I wore the cap and gown.

"Oh, gross, Sis."

Oh, God. I know why and it's happening to her, too. Fuck! She's one of them. They cast a spell on her. This is too much. I need to fly away to Vegas or somewhere even further away. I need air. Suddenly, I can't breathe.

"Hey, if you are nice to me, I'll flash you."

"Really? Great! I can't wait to see your naked body." I can't believe I said that to my baby sister but it is not me talking, it is the mind controlling spell making me say that stuff.

None of it made any sense to me. I remember thinking that my great, great, great Uncle Hansel and my great, great, great Aunt Gretel had something to do with this and with me being with these three witches. I was so not part of them that I always thought that I was adopted or kidnapped, as was my Uncle Hansel and my Aunt Gretel. Yet, then, I always thought what Aesop wrote was just a fiction and was just a fable. Now, I wondered if it was all real. All of this is so much like a bad dream, a nightmare. But...I had a plan, a plan that would end their hold on me and hopefully break the spell that was now cast over my baby sister.

I dressed as an Arab and my sister dressed as a witch. I could not help but think of my sister standing beside me naked beneath her black cloak. I could see her nipples straining against the fabric of the material and that gave me an erection. It is always cold in my mother's cottage. They have no electricity but somehow have television, phones, and the Internet. Okay, witchcraft is not all bad, especially when you can screw big business out of paying them for their expensive services.

As soon as I entered their cottage, I filled up a big bucket of water and pushed it in the corner. When my mother and her two sisters stood by the caldron making one of their spells or potions or whatever the Hell they were doing staring in that goop filled with eyes that stare back at you through a green smoky haze, I quickly grabbed the bucket of water and threw it over them. As if they were the winning coaches at a championship football game, the water splashed down the length of them drenching them completely.

"Help! We are melting," they all screamed. "Help! We are melting."

At first, I felt kind of bad that I had just killed them. I could not believe that just mere water made them melt like that in a pool of water but sure enough, there they were with their clothes in a big pile, just like what happened to the wicked witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz.

"I'm free! I'm finally free of them," I said jumping up and down. I hugged my baby sister. "I did it! I did it! We are free! We are free!"

"You're going to have to do better than that. You've watched one too many Wizard's of Oz movies."

I could not believe it. There behind me stood my mother and her two sisters naked taunting and teasing me. Now, I was scared shitless that they would retaliate and turn me into a toad, again, or worse. Yet, I still had one more surprise.

Suddenly, as planned, the doorbell rang and in came, escorted by the police armed with a search warrant, the Housing and Building Inspector, Animal Control, and an agent from the Internal Revenue Service.

"So, did you take out a building permit when you built this cottage out in the forest?" The Housing and Building Inspector looked at my mother and her two sisters standing their naked and shivering. "Did you know that this is Conservation land that is protected by the federal and state government?"

"Uhm, well, no, but..." my mother said.

"Do you have a permit for all of these bats? And is that a dragon out back? And why do you need a dozen black cats?" asked the man from Animal Control.

"Dragon, don't be silly. That's, uhm, a big, ugly dog. Bats? Those aren't my bats," my mother said pointing to her sisters. "They belong to them."

"You just need to look at their collars for the reason why she needs a dozen black cats," said the agent from the Internal Revenue Service. "These are the names that appear every year on her tax form as dependents."

"I can explain..." said my mother.

Well, they put my mother and her two sisters out of business and in jail and I am in the Witness Protection Program in Arizona but...I still look over my shoulder.

Did I tell you that I hate Halloween?

The End 



Trick or Treat?



You are sitting at home on Halloween, debating whether to go to a party that a friend of a friend is hosting. You want to party, but small chat isn't what you are hoping for tonight. You keep scanning the Lit forums, searching for a new post and more stimulation. You read some more stories, as you lightly stroke your hard on. You are alone, so are not afraid to get caught and you pull off your pants as you tease your balls and your cock. The images of the strap on sex dance before your eyes. 

The phone rings, your cock throbs at the number on the call display. Answering you hear the voice of a vixen that you had met at Lit, and have chatted for a while. You had sent her your phone number earlier that day, but she had said she might be out today. You hear her erotic yet teasing voice say "Trick or Treat?"

"Trick and Treat" you whisper back, your hard on throbbing as all the blood in your body rushes to its shaft and head. 

"Get showered and dressed, and be ready for my next call in 20 minutes! Don't cum!" Her voice carrying a head spinning tone, before hanging up without waiting for you to do anything but moan. 

You hop up and run half naked to the shower, but stop to pick up your pants on the way. You quickly soap up your body, wondering what is in store for tonight, and glad that you hadn't already left for that party. As you imagine her body, your soapy right hand rubs your cock as left reaches back to tease your already opening ass. You begin to get close, and then remembering her order you move your hands onto your legs and continue washing the rest of your body. 

Stepping out of the shower, you glance at the clock. Shouting "Oh shit" as you realize you only have five minutes left. What are you going to wear, almost laughing at the thought, since you are rarely this concerned about clothes, but then again rarely is the woman of your fantasies calling you and hopefully stopping by. As you quickly pick out a white t-shirt and jeans, your hope that they don't stay on for very long.

The phone rings, as you pick up her voice sends a current through you, ending in a small explosion in your fully extended cock and a moan. 

"Are you dressed?"

"Yes," you mumble back as you try to catch your breath, trying not to show how badly you need it, but she is not fooled.

"Very horny tonight aren't you? Maybe we should do something about that." Your knees threaten to buckle under you, your cock nearly bursting as her words and their implication flood your brain.

"The address you emailed was correct?" She asks letting her tone rise and fall, hypnotizing you into a realm of pleasure and need. 

"Yes...yes, it is right" trying to focus enough to be able to speak. You mind and cock begging for her to come, needing her.

"Be a good boy!" She says before hanging up. You sit on the edge of the bed, unsure about what to do. You rub your cock through your jeans, wanting to take it out, but wanting to be a good boy for her. You move to the night stand to check, yes there is condoms and lube here. Moaning at the thought and so desperately hoping that they will be used.

The door bell rings, you nearly run to the door, pausing only a second to catch your breath, you open it. Standing in front of you is the woman of the images she has sent. Her bright blue eyes shine through a black mask, and a teasing smile greets you. Her cloak is open at the front, showing off her black corset with her taut sweet nipples showing, a tiny black skirt, and black knee-high boots. The heels raise her up so she stands about six feet tall in front of you. Not small yourself by any means, you feel her power and position.

Your eyes travel to the man standing beside her, but you barely glimpse the outfit of a chauffeur, when her voice directs your attention back to her. "I asked you Trick or Treat, and you said 'Trick and Treat', correct?"

You nod, and say "yes"

"Say yes, Mistress!" her eyes flashing a message straight to you groin

"Yes, Mistress," your cock throbbing and straining to reach her sweet body.

"I am about to step inside, and your body and pleasure are mine to control for tonight. Do you accept this?"

"Yes!" You shout between moans. Her eyebrow raises above her mask. "Yes, Mistress!"

"Good boy," her hand reaching out, and lightly tracing over your body, pausing to tease your nipples and hard cock.

"Crawl to the bedroom!" She commands you, you eagerly obey, knowing she is enjoying the sight of your up-turned ass as she and the man follow you.

"Stand up." You obey as her hands explore your body, slowly removing your shirt, as her lips, tongue and breathe tease your body. The pants leave your body next, and as you stand there almost naked with currents of pleasure rushing through you. Your knees come close to giving out as she pulls off your boxers, and her black clad body brushing against you.

She tells you to kneel down and pleasure her as she removes her skirt and her wet pussy comes into view. You eagerly lick and suck, hoping to please your mistress. Wanting her, as you lick up her thigh, she tells you "lick all that cum out of my pussy, and you may get some more later."

You eagerly obey and your tongue moves faster and faster over her clit and lips, tasting her juices and the cum. Her moans begin to fill the air, as she grabs your hair, pushing your face into her soaked pussy. She moves laying down on your bed, as you continue to pleasure your mistress, she cums hard, squirting more liquid into your open mouth. A minute passes as you tease her and she catches her breath.

"Mmmmm...that was good, now you may have your reward. I know what your fantasy is, and tonight if you be a good boy it will come true." 

She motions for the driver to come forward, and tells him to undress. You watch as each bit of skin tantalizes you as it is exposed. His jacket comes off showing his bare chest and hard stomach. His pants follow and as his boxers with their huge tent appear, you begin to pant, wanting to play with his cock so much. She calls him forward, and pulls down his boxers, exposing his 7 inch cock to her wet lips. As she licks and sucks him, his moans fall on your ears and send a message to your cock of pure need. She holds the back of your head, bring your mouth to his cock. She kisses you and then slides his cock into your open and wet mouth. 

"This is a cock...I'm sucking a cock!" Your mind shouts out, but your body tingling with need and pleasure already knows this as you suck harder and harder on the head. You are nervous, but she is guiding your head with one hand and his cock with the other. 

Telling you "Suck his head...Mmmm...now lick up and down the shaft..." as you relax and get more confident her commands lessen, but she still continues to feed the very first cock between your lips. Your rhythm and suction grows, as his moans come faster and faster. You want him so bad, need him.

"Lay down" she commands him, telling you, "Don't worry, you’ll taste his cock again soon." His body lies naked on your floor, his cock standing erect pointing at your ceiling. 

"Now kneel over him and suck him!" she commands you, as her hands guide you into a 69 position. As your mouth encircles his delicious head, you feel her hands rubbing your cock, and then a sudden wetness engulf it. Your moans and gasps echo through the room, as you feel his hot mouth and tongue pleasure you. Up and down, around and around, over and over you feel need rise (whose need?), as his precum drips from his cock, filling your mouth with his taste. You know he is getting closer and closer, as your own pleasure pushes you higher and higher. 

"Cum!" Your mistress's voice shouts.

Almost instantly your body obeys, sucking his hard and deep, as you feel your body tighten, your balls and cock straining, as an orgasm builds and builds, so intense, more intense than ever before as it rushes through you. You explode in his hot wet mouth as you swallow his cum that spurts deep down your throat.

Your first taste of cum, and your first experience with a man. Bliss, and pleasure beyond your wildest fantasies. The softened cock slides from your lips, as your mistress kisses you, and says "Relax, there is more fun to be had later."

You must have dozed off, because as you wake up you could have sworn you dreamed of playing with Mistress and a guy. In your dream you felt the warmth of his cock sliding between your lips, her encouragement and pleasure had filled your ears. MMM…..it had been a wonderful dream. 

You hear a soft moan and you open your eyes; there they are. She is sitting on the edge of the bed only a few feet away, while he kneels in front of her. He is licking and sucking on her wet pussy, oh how you want it. You lick your lips at the thought of entering her and licking her hard clit. Mmmm…you can still taste the cum on your mouth, and as you watch him lick her you can see his erection straining to reach her, wanting attention.

She winks at you and then pulls him up to lay in a 69 beside her. Her beautiful soft lips encircle his bulging head, sucking up and down. She motions for you to come and then you share his head while she traces her tongue down and licks his shaft. She is still bond by the corset and boots, while the naked flesh of you and him create a feast for the senses. She tells you to move on top and go on all fours. Your mind racing with the sights and sensations of his naked body and his erection, as your continue to suck and lick that tasty hard treat that your mistress has given you. You can feel his hands reach up and squeeze your cheeks as he guides your rearing cock into his mouth. It feels so good. The suction of the head, as his tongue fervently circles around, rubbing the ridge, sucking so hard your balls tighten, up and down, hard and fast, then slow and teasing. You build and build with this delicious cock in your mouth. Your tongue and lips and throat enjoy it. 

You let his cock slip out to look at it, watching its pulsing head seeping a drop of precum. You reach out with your tongue to lick up that drop, but before you can do so you feel Mistress guide your head. She rubs your face with the dripping cock, and even lightly slaps you with it as you chase it trying to let it slide into your eager mouth. You can see it and feel it against your cheek, your remember the feel of it inside your mouth, you want it so much; you have never needed a cock this bad before, the sensation of its absence and your need to pleasure it growing with each second. Your cock still buried deep in his sucking, pulsing, stroking mouth. 

“How much do you want to suck his cock? To be filled with his erection?” She is kneeling in front of you, her pussy lips open and her clit hard. You are torn, you want his cock. You want her pussy. You want to please and pleasure her. You would give anything to continue to please her. 

Moan and pleading pour from your lips. “Please Mistress! I want it so bad! I need you! I need him!”

“You will taste us both soon, but first I have other plans for you!” She tells you as she guides your lips to his hard on. “Pleasure him!” She moves out of your sight, but your mind still reels with the image of her pussy dripping at the scene of you and him pleasuring each other’s cocks. Your cock is throbbing, but since you came before you can last a little longer. Oh, but it feels so good, he is licking and sucking all parts of your bulging head and thick shaft. You can tell that he is enjoying the feel of a man as much as you are.

Suddenly you feel hot wet pressure on your ass, you moan as a unbelievable need rushes through you. You almost feel your knees give out, but hold on trying to keep your ass close to that source of pleasure. You let go of his cock, just for a second, and glance over your shoulder. Kneeling behind you, she winks before teasing your puckered treat with a long stroke of her tongue. You moan, and then take him in your mouth, wanting her to continue as you feel your mouth fill with his precum and manhood, while your own is being pleasured by the guy’s skilled mouth. 

Her tongue is now circling the opening, flicking over each puckered ridge, causing your ass to open and squeeze shut in a rhythm dictated by the waves of pleasure and need that seem to continuously course through your body. Each wave is pulling you deeper and deeper into a state of bliss and pleasure, nothing matters, not time, not anything, you just want them to continue. You can feel the current pulling you, its hunger becoming stronger and stronger as you approach release. He is changing pace now frequently, allowing you to cool off as much as you can while in this erotic threesome. 

Moans and gasps fill the air continuously now. Her tongue pushes into your ass, you moan, pressing back hard against her as the cock falls from your open panting mouth. You shout “Fuck me Mistress! I want you now!” as you feel her tongue pushing in over and over. His suction is increasing as he watches her take your ass. You love this, but you want more. 

A moment of overwhelming unmet need makes you moan and beg for her. “Please fuck me!” A cool wet finger answers, you can feel her slide it in deep. You want it so bad, and that need increases as she begins to slowly stroke your prostrate. A tidal wave is now forming inside of you, you can feel the unstoppable pull; it feels as though your whole body is being drawn towards your ass and cock. Tension spreads from your toes to the rest of your body, as you feel lightning bolts of pleasure shoot through you. You entire body feels as though it is standing in a lightening storm, so intense. 

You bear down on her second finger as soon as you feel it at your willing opening. Sliding in deep, it seeks out your pleasure spot. In an instant the internal stormy sky opens up wide, releasing waves of current and pleasure through you as the tidal wave rushes relentless over you. You climax; your cock deep in another guy, and his in you, as your Mistress’s fingers stretch your almost virgin ass. You are overflowing with a deep need awakened, and pleasure unimaginable.



Trick or Treat?



This story has been inspired by the incredibly sexy Morgan Bailey and her recent shoot on TS Seduction.

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I want to tell you a story about what happened to me on Halloween night. You will be asking yourselves why any sane person would decided to cut through a graveyard just before midnight on any night let alone Halloween night and I have also been asking myself the very same question over the last few days and indeed nights since the event took place. Let me set the scene; I had been out drinking with my buddies celebrating the eeriest night of the year but more particularly checking out all the hot ladies in their sexy Halloween costumes. The other guys had all managed to score leaving me feeling like a gooseberry so I decided to cut my losses and head home for a nightcap and some porn. 

The night was still and cloudless with the sky lit up by the light of a million stars as well as the glow of a very full moon. The streets in this part of town were deserted due to the lateness of the night and the chill in the air. My apartment was on the other side of the overly large graveyard and to be honest I didn't fancy the long walk around. The path through the graveyard was long and winding with most of the streetlights out but there was plenty of light from the moon to see where I was going. With a quick glance to the left and right I turned into the graveyard pulling up the collar of my coat and picking up my pace. 

The centre of the graveyard is the oldest part with the more traditional large stone tombs, angels and crosses dating back over 100 years. This is by far the eeriest part not helped by the winding path and swaying trees. So there I was hurrying through the graveyard when an owl hooted nearby making made me jump almost out of my skin! I told myself to stop being stupid and hurried on when I heard a purring noise that obviously was not coming from a cat. I stopped and glanced to my left squinting through the darkness where I saw the shape of a young woman sitting on top of a tomb. She purred again and beckoned me over. Now any normal person would probably have ignored her and hurried home however with the courage of a few beers and an evening eyeing up hot women I paused only briefly before quickly making my way over to her.

She looked absolutely stunning bathed in the light of the moon. She was perched on the edge of an old grey stone tomb that was about 4 ft. high and partly covered in dark ivy having grown up the sides over time. She was wearing a glittering black cat mask with a shimmering black halter neck top, which showed the bulge of her full breasts, and tight black leggings with a 'laced up' effect along each side. Her feet were crossed encased in strappy shoes that had long spiked heels and a thick sole made of a clear plastic or even glass that reflected the moonlight. She looked absolutely stunning with her smooth porcelain skin, full red lips and large silver hooped earrings hanging from her delicate ears. Her long jet-black hair was pulled back tightly into a ponytail and her left arm was adorned with the tattoo of an elephant wearing a crown with a bamboo palace behind. There were a series of blue stars tattooed around her wrist.

She beckoned me over with a long slender finger and a big smile on her face. As I approached she wrapped her long legs around my waist pulling me into her, her fingers caressing my face as our lips touched. I felt the warmth of her touch as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Our kissing became more frenetic as she slipped my jacket from my shoulders and unbuttoned my shirt. I kicked off my shoes as she undid my jeans and managed to step out of both my jeans and boxers without breaking her embrace. By rights I should have been freezing but for some reason the chill of the night air seemed to heighten the experience rather than have me shivering with cold. She turned me around and pulled me close, her warm hands caressing my body, pinching and twisting my nipples before moving down over my stomach to my hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around my throbbing meat stroking me as she kissed my neck and shoulder.

"Trick or treat?" she whispered into my ear before sucking my earlobe between her painted lips.

I could hardly breath as I asked if I could have both, my eyes half closed as her hand wanked my cock.

"Right answer" she laughed.

She turned me around and pulling her halter neck aside she exposed her large firm breasts. Both nipples were pierced with a thin silver bar through each and she had two swallows tattooed above each breast, diving down to no doubt to nest in her wonderful bush which I was now imagining nesting in myself. She pulled my mouth to her breast and I hungrily devoured her nipple teasing her with my tongue before moving to the other.

"Trick or treat?" she whispered again.

"Oh trick and treat, trick and treat" I replied.

"Are you sure? There's no turning back and I have now asked you three times on Halloween night. This is your last chance, trick or treat?" she said more assertively this time.

"Both my love, I am sure" I said.

She playfully pushed me back and climbed up on to the tomb with her feet slightly apart. She towered above me. She must have been 6ft3ins in her bare feet and the heels and platform soles must have added at least another 6 or 7 INS to her height over and above the height of the tomb. She looked utterly amazing with the moon behind her almost turning her into a silhouette. I swear you could have heard my heart beating like a drum in the still night air. She slid her mask up onto the top of her head revealing what could only be contact lenses as she stared back at me through bright glowing green cats eyes with diamond shaped jet back pupils. Her hands moved down to her hips and she smiled wickedly at me, the tip of her tongue licking her red lips as she hooked the top of her leggings with her thumbs. 

"My name is Morgan and I am not of your world. I have asked you three times what you desire and you have made your choice. You must now live with the consequences of your decision and give yourself to me. Your role is to give me pleasure and I am going to make damned sure that you fulfil this role to the full."

She then slowly peeled down her leggings to just below her hips freeing what must have been a good 8ins of solid cock, which sprung free. Smiling wickedly down at me she spat into her hand and slowly massaged the spit along the length of her cock that made it glisten in the moonlight. That was enough for me and without a moment's hesitation I turned and ran back towards the path, buck naked leaving my clothes behind. I glanced back as I ran but couldn't see her but then all of a sudden there she was right in front of me, I almost piled straight into her. I stopped abruptly and she grabbed my face kissing me hard on the lips. I pulled away and turned, running back the way I had come. Again she suddenly appeared before me smiling wickedly, her eyes burning through me. 

"There's nowhere to run my little rabbit" she said.

I was out of breath and my head was spinning. She took me by the hand and led me back to the tomb where we had met. Morgan kissed me again, her tongue slipping between my lips and into my mouth, probing me, searching out every inch as her hands enveloped me pulling my body hard against her own. I felt Morgan's hard cock dig into my stomach as she pushed me back against the edge of the tomb, the cold stone pressing against my naked skin sending a shiver through my body. Her hands were caressing me, finally finding my semi hard cock. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking me as she moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating through my lips. My cock was unable to do anything other than respond to her touch. She moved back a pace or two and continued to stroke my hard cock as she stared intently at me whilst biting her lip in a sexy, smouldering kind of way. My heart was racing and my breathing became shallow as I prepared mentally to give myself to her.

"Not yet Markie, not before I've cum at least once, maybe twice...maybe more" she smiled letting go of my cock.

She reached out and took my hand guiding it towards her own cock, which was standing proud and erect. I had never touched another penis before and it felt warm and slightly spongy in the palm of my hand. I could feel the blood coursing through her veins as I began to slowly stroke her dick. I could not take my eyes off her cock and quickened my pace. After a couple of minutes I felt her hands on my shoulders gently pushing me down onto my knees. My mind was completely blank as I knelt there in the graveyard, her cock now inches from my face. One of Morgan's hands moved to the back of my head whilst the other grasped my chin, her fingers digging into my cheeks forcing my mouth open.

Morgan gently pulled my face forward to the point where her cock head pushed between my lips and into my mouth. Morgan let out a low moan as I tentatively touched her cock head with the tip of my tongue tasting her precum. Getting bolder I ran my tongue around her cock head as I cupped her big cum filled balls with my hand. I started to swallow more of her length, my tongue curling around the base of her shaft until her cock head pressed against the back of my throat. I tried to concentrate on all the things I like about having my cock sucked trying to do the same for Morgan. I hungrily slurped on her hard meat grabbing the base of her cock with my other hand and wanking her into my wanton mouth whilst pulling on and twisting her balls. Morgan rocked back and forth on her heels enjoying the pleasures of my mouth. I felt her grip tighten on my head and she started pushing her cock deeper into my mouth and into my throat making me gag. I tried to relax as much as possible however Morgan was now unashamedly fucking my face with her magnificent dick and any attempts by me to participate were useless. 

Suddenly without warning her cock erupted, pumping jet after jet of her hot spunk over my tongue and down my throat. I tried in vain to keep up with the amount of cum but it leaked from my lips and ran down my chin. She finished by pulling her cock out of my mouth and pumping the last of her seed over my cheek before wiping her cock head over my face. 

"Wow you really are an amazing little cocksucker aren't you?" she sneered at me.

She wiped up some of the loose cum on her finger and pushed it into my mouth, which I hungrily sucked clean. This seemed to please her no end and she then used her cock to do the same, pushing her head into my mouth each time to suck clean. Once she had finished Morgan hopped up onto the edge of the tomb and lying back she pulled me on top of her. We kissed deeply, our bodies pressed together as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I turned my attentions back to her breasts, hungrily chewing on her nipples, first one then the other. Morgan was writhing beneath me as I worshiped her perfect body with my mouth and tongue. I was obviously pushing all the right buttons as I felt Morgan's cock begin to harden once again and press into my chest.

"I must have you now Markie" Morgan almost whispered as she slid from underneath me.

Morgan slipped off the side of the tomb and beckoned me over to join her. She pulled me close and kissed me, wrapping her fingers around our two cocks and rubbing them together. She then pushed me back and turning me around at the same time she bent me over the edge of the tomb. Morgan pushed my feet apart as she manoeuvred behind me pulling my arse cheeks apart before dribbling some saliva directly onto my virgin hole. Morgan massaged the saliva around my hole, pushing her thumb into me as she did so making me moan. She then dribbled some more saliva onto her own cock and smeared it over her meat before pressing her cock head against my ring. 

Morgan's fingers dug into my hips as she pushed her head against my ring, which finally gave way to her advances. I cried out as I felt her thick shaft slide slowly inside me, filling my virgin arse with her hard throbbing meat. Morgan collapsed forward lying on top of me, her cock deep inside me not moving for a moment before beginning to grind her hips and push her cock deeper. She began to fuck me with deep hard strokes, her hands now on my shoulders, nails digging into my bare skin making me cry out. There was no one there to hear my cries as she ploughed my tight hole with her magnificent cock. Morgan knew exactly what she wanted and had every intention of taking her pleasure here with me that night. 

She pulled out pushing me up onto the tomb and climbed between my legs. Raising my arse slightly she found what she was looking for and thrust her hard cock back inside me. Her lips found mine and we kissed passionately as she sunk her dick deep inside me, fucking me with urgent strokes. Her breath was becoming laboured and I knew she was close to cumming once again. My arse was full of her cock and my mouth full of her tongue as we rutted there in the middle of the cemetery like a couple of wild beasts. I bit her neck and shoulder as I willed her to cum and then suddenly she pushed deep inside me moaning loudly as her cock exploded for a second time. She pulled me close to her as she pumped her hot seed inside me almost crushing me in her embrace. Her cock jerked inside me for what seemed like an eternity before she was finally spent. 

I lay there with my eyes closed feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine and her cock slowly softening inside me. We kissed gently this time as we held each other, my hands caressing her smooth skin along her back and down to her firm arse cheeks.

"Now you have had the treat, it's time for the trick" she whispered in my ear giggling.

I looked quizzically at her seeing the mischief in her eyes and felt the hairs on the back of my neck begin to rise. Looking around I saw another pair of cat's eyes glowing in the dark, then another and another. Each of those cats' eyes belonged to a tall beautiful woman each of who was looking on and smiling and each of who was slowly stroking a big hard cock having enjoyed the show.

"Meet the girrrrls Markie, I know they are so very keen to make your acquaintance!" she purred.

There's more to tell but it'll have to wait for another time. It's almost midnight and I have to hurry over to the graveyard, I certainly don't want to be late!



Trick or Treat



Getting off work early on Halloween you want to do something different than before. As you look in the bar to get your flask and decide that you are going to do some trick or treating yourself this year. Going to make it a point to ring the doorbell of some of the women that you had been in bed with before. Thinking about that started your penis to rise and fall. This was going to be the night of all and with no costume at all.

Just as you are about to leave the telephone rings and on the other end is one of the ladies that you were going to stop by. Now instead of her house being in the middle it was going to be first. Once in the car, driving over to her apartment thoughts of the last time that you and her was in bed. Her treat was wonderful and long lasting! Once there and ringing her door bell she calls down to let you in. Walking up the stairs to her apartment you notice that the door is open when you get there.

Looking around the apartment and listening to the soft jazz that she is playing, she emerges wearing all black. I ask her if she is going out "trick or treating" from what she was wearing. Laughing she replied no and said that she was looking to be treated. After she had poured me a drink we sat there talking about the past and present. She wanted to know all about what I had been doing and who with. Therefore, I asked her the same question. Wanting to know when was the last time she got "treated" to some good loving. Knowing where this was going to lead at least I was hoping I knew where. When she softly spoke and said it has been a while. The black outfit that she had on was tight. Low cut blouse where the top of her breast were showing making anyone looking at her wanting to see the other parts. Her pants were short and tight. It appeared that she wasn't wearing panties. Making my loins ache from wanting to be touched.

She then wanted to know what was I up to and where was I going when she called. Not going to lie, I told her that I was out "Trick or Treating". Not looking for candy either unless her name was Candy. We both laughed. Going to get another drink, I watched her and she moved across the room. Looking over her left shoulder smiling at me she knew that I was looking at her softness. When she came back with the drinks and bent down to hand me mine our eyes met as I was looking down at her breast. Looking at me she asked if I like what I saw? Definitely I said. With my saying that she pulled her blouse over her head and her breast were as beautiful as ever glistening in the dim light. As she sat in my lap putting her breast up to my face, softly telling me that they need some attention.

I began to caress both of the beautiful mounds of flesh that was before me. Meanwhile as I caressed her breast she was grinding in my lap making me feel the softness of her hips. Taking one of the nipples in my mouth I began to slowly let my tongue explore it. Then sucking softly on the nipple as my hand was underneath massaging it. Going from one nipple to the next I knew that she was getting very warm. I reached over and got my drink to take a sip and get some ice in my mouth as I went back to the nipple. This time the nipple was covered with ice as I sucked ever so gently. She began moaning as I put my hands on her soft hips and began rubbing on them. As I felt her soft hips in my laps, dick began to throb as it got harder. She knew that it was getting hard. Rising up from my lap she started unbuttoning my pants and letting her hand go inside my underwear.

Feeling what she wanted and letting out a deep sigh, she started licking her lips. Taking her hands and rubbing along her side down to her hips and thighs. While she rubbed up and down on her hips her eyes were on mine as to say I know you want some of this. Breast were hard and standing erect as can be. Wanting to be sucked again an again. As I watched in anticipation, my dick was getting harder and throbbing. 

She then put her hands on my chest to ease me down on the sofa. Then straddling me wearing nothing but red panties she began to kiss on my bare chest. Feeling her softness, my hands went straight to her hips and began to rub up and down on them. As she moved on me I eased my hand under her to feel her wetness and her panties were extremely wet. 

Without a hint as to what she was about to do, she rose up and pulled her panties down not saying a word. Her eyes were telling me everything. I did the same thing. Took off my trousers and briefs. When she saw my dick standing erect. She bent down and gave him a long kiss. Letting her tongue play with its head. Then finally she spoke and said lets go to the bedroom so I can really enjoy this.

Once in the bedroom and on the bed, she began kissing and licking all over my neck down to my nipples while her hands played with the hardness of my dick. All I could do was lie there and enjoy the moment. Her hands and tongue were doing amazing things to me. Rising up, she then got on top of me and set her love nest right on top of my hard dick. Slowly easing it in her wet pussy she did it all herself and wouldn't let me assist in any way. When it was all in her she began to grip it and grind very slowly. Taking her hands massaging her breast as she sat on me grinding. Her tongue was licking on her lips. Pussy tight and wet she continued her motion until she was ready to cum. Knowing that she was about to cum, her pussy started gripping on my dick harder. Her hands went to the back of her head as she started moaning loudly now.

As I looked down at her pussy all I could see was cum rolling out of it. Getting off me and lying on her back with her legs up and opened wide she took her hand and opened up her pussy to show me all the cum. Still moaning, she then let more cum roll out of her pussy down to the crack of her ass. My dick still hard I mounted her while the cum was running out. This time I was going to add my cum to hers. With her legs up and open, my dick glided right in her wet pussy and we began fucking like never before. slowly at first, then our rhythm got faster. With one of her hard nipples in my mouth and dick deep in her wet pussy I felt that I was about to arrive at the ultimate moment.

She had already had two other orgasms before I became ready to release in her. Taking her leg an raising it up higher I gave her all the dick that I had and when I released in her we both came together. Amazingly her pussy got tighter after I had released in her. She had a grip on my dick like I had never felt before. Finally she began moving her hips around and around and answering them I began to go deeper in her pussy. When I touched her cervix she let a loud moan and then started scratching me in the back and screaming. With her head rolling back and forth, fingers in my back, hips arched up to receive my thrusts, she screamed loudly and we started cumming together again. Knowing that the both of us had been treated to some wonderful love making.


In the shower we kissed and played with each others body with the soap. Watching her nipples rise I wanted so badly to suck on them all over again. She looked so beautiful in the water as it glisten all over her silky body. I wanted and so did she for me to touch them but holding back I thought it would be better to do that later.

After I was dressed and sitting on the sofa she had been on the telephone in the bedroom when she came out to the front. Apologizing to me saying that she had to go over to a girl friends house to help her get some things ready. 

On the way back to my apartment I began thinking about how good her pussy was. Thinking about going back over later on in the evening for another round. But then again who knows I might not be able to. As I sat sipping on some scotch on the rocks and listening to some smooth jazz the doorbell rang. When I opened the door and to my surprise there she stood with her friend. She said we finished early and I just thought I would pay a visit to you. "Trick or Treat" she said as she smiled. Looking at her friend I couldn't take my eyes off her. This lady was fine. Everything was in the right place. She was wearing a short black skirt with a long split in the back and black pantyhose. When she walked over to the sofa my eyes were glued to her.

I asked them if they wanted a drink and her friend said yes she would have the same thing that I am drinking. Drinks were prepared and we all sat there talking about nothing. I was wondering why she had came over with her friend. Was I going to see the two of them going at it? I never knew that she was in to women as well but I guessed that I would sooner or later find out. Suddenly the subject of sex came into the conversation. The both of them sat across from me and looking at the thighs of her friend had me already excited just thinking about what was there.

Without warning her friend got up and walked over to me and said, my name is Mary and I don't know why we weren't properly introduced. She extended her hand out for me to shake and when I touched it, it felt like cotton. Smiling, then held out her glass for me to fix another drink. I know she knew that I was admiring the beauty that she possessed. Now I asked myself what the purpose was for her to come over there? I noticed that she wanted to flirt. Flirting was what I do best besides in the bed. I always tell them if flirting leads to other things so what, we are adults. Shelia also came over and said that she would be back shortly something needed to be taken care of. I thought this was a plan to leave Mary with me just to see what would happen.

Mary and I sat and talked more freely on the subject of sex. She asked me if I had ever had sex with two women and I told her no but would love to experience it. I had to ask her if she was Bi and her answer was no she wasn't and never had been with a woman. She told me that she like to sit on a dick from behind. Backing up to his dick and letting it enter her pussy while he is sitting down. My favorite position is me on top she said. That way I can feel all of it and try to make it touch my "cervix". That makes me wild when that is done and I won't be able to stop cumming. Then she said I hope this doesn't bother you with my talking about sex and all. She just didn't know. From where I was sitting she couldn't tell that it was already hard. No I told her, it doesn't bother me at all.

The more we talked I watched her breast rise and fall. Nipples protruding through the thin outfit that she was wearing and she kept switching legs to cross. I just sat there listening to her talk and then I asked her if she was married or had a boy friend or what. She said that she is married but her husband travels all the time. Never before had I been with a married woman an wondered why I wasn't told this before hand. Sheila should have told me that before she departed but then again I thought so what. Mary and I continued to discuss the subject of sex. While I poured me another scotch, she asked where was the bathroom. I pointed to her that it was down the hall. Walking over to put on another CD thoughts were flooding my mind about Mary and where she was coming from. When she returned and sat back on the sofa I couldn't help but notice that that the pantyhose was gone. She had removed them when she went to the bathroom. That made me wonder more.

Mary asked if Sheila and I were real close. I said no just friends and yes we have made love. As she smiled and getting up she walked over to where I was sitting. I hope that you don't think I am being forward, she said. I just wanted to know more about you. She then began to fix her own drink and I never moved from where I was sitting. Meaning she had to come around me to get the ice and when she did she let her body touch mine. I then knew that she want to play. So I asked her while she was putting ice in her drink, when is the last time that you had sex from someone other than your husband? She told me she hadn't, not that she didn't want to, but didn't want to have sex with anyone that knew her husband. So I had to ask, is this why Sheila had you to come with her. No she said. Sheila only told me that we were going to be here a couple of minutes. Now I am glad that she had me with her today.

When she started to back to her seat she stood right by me letting her hips touch my arm. Feeling how soft they were, and like a rocket, my hand automatically went right to them. I felt the left and then the right while she was looking down on me and her pussy was right in front of me. The aroma from her body told me that she was sweet as she smelled. Didn't move or did she push my hand away but stood there and let me feel on her. Detecting that there was nothing on underneath, I wanted to see all of her body. Her firm nipples were hard and almost coming through the sheer blouse that she was wearing. I then stood up facing Mary and when I kissed her she just let me have it all. Her tongue in and out of my mouth as her body yet was to touch mine. When we pulled away, I told her that I had been wanting to do that for a while now. She said is that all that you want to do? Or are you going to show me what else it is that you want. It is your Treat if you want to be treated, smiling as she spoke.

Leading her over to the sofa, we sat down and again kissing her and touching her breast this time giving them the release they needed form the inside of that bra. Once they were out my eyes got big as I looked at how well formed they were. Round nipples that appeared that they had milk in them and she wanted me to touch them. As she moved them closer to me I let my finger go around the inside then on the nipple itself. Moving down to put one in my mouth for a little sucking, I asked her if she had milk. She said you will have to see for your self. I did, and yes she did have milk and sweet too I might add. Her thighs also were in plain view now. The skirt that she was wearing was almost up from the position that she was in. After leaving her right breast, I then knelt down and kissed her on her right thigh. When m tongue touched her thigh a moan came from her sweet lips then I just went on up to the inside of her thigh. Taking my hand and easing her skirt up and in plain view now was her pubic hairs.

No panties were there as I let my hand play with her mound of hair and it was full. Looking at the pussy lips and to my surprise the clit was trying to emerge without being touched. Seeing this I first kissed her clit. As her legs opened up for me to get closer to her pussy, then I let my tongue do circling motions around her clit until it came from its hiding place. Kissing it gently feeling it getting hard, I started to suck on it. When I put it in my mouth and began sucking Mary opened her legs wider and put one on my shoulder. The she started arching her pelvic up to meet my tongue and kisses. Feeling the juice, then I let my tongue enter her wet pussy. She began to move her pelvic to the rhythm of my licks and sucks. When my tongue went into her pussy and played with the inside her moans got louder and more frequent. She began to grind faster and faster. Then she said your tongue is making me cum. That is when I stuck it deeper in her pussy and moved it around. Meanwhile, I had inserted my index finger in her pussy to play with the top of her pussy as she was cumming all on my tongue.

She lay there still with her legs up in the air still cumming. Finally I pulled down my pants where she could get a hold of my dick. Getting off the sofa she told me to sit there and not to move. Never did she pull of her skirt, but with her wet pussy, she turned her back to me and backed her ass up until she was sitting on my dick. As it went into her I couldn't help but feel the tightness of her pussy. She evidently didn't get dick as often as she wanted from her husband for this pussy to be this tight. While she was grinding her hips on me she said I want you to touch my cervix. I want all of this deep in my pussy. I then lay back on the sofa, told her to get on it and ease it in. I don't want you hurting it or me. I want it to slide in slowly. She new what to do with it. Getting on top of me letting it ease slowly in her hot wet pussy, Mary almost had it all in her when the doorbell rang. Looking at me then at the door, she asked what are we going to do? My dick was almost all the way in her and I could feel the walls of her pussy as she started to gripe on it. Then she said I am going into the bed room, answer your door and I will be waiting with this as she rubbed on her pussy.

Getting up and pulling up my trousers dick still hard walking to the door wondering who it was. No surprise as I opened the door and there stood Shelia. She said you took your time, smiling. Then she asked if Mary had gone. I said no she was still here. Looking around and not seeing her she wanted to know what we had been up too. Room was smelling like what we were talking about before I left. I said yes it does smell like Sex doesn't it. Then she went down the hall and saw Mary on the bed. Even though she still had on her skirt and blouse Sheila didn't know that we had been fucking. Sheila looked at me and then at Mary as she walked in the bedroom calling me. Then she said why don't you go ahead an finish what you were doing before I disturbed you. Mary looking over at me then to Sheila, and I asked Sheila was she going to join in then. That made Mary sit up in the bed. I had never tasted Sheila's pussy and if she attempted to reach for her blouse I was going to fuck Mary and lick an suck on Sheila. 

Sheila sat on the edge of the bed and when she sat down she started at her blouse then down to her pants. All she had on were her black panties and matching bra. Mary looked at Sheila while I undid my trousers and got in the bed with Mary. By now Mary had gotten all the way undressed and was lying on her side watching Sheila. Sheila asked what were we doing when she ranged the door bell? Mary not feeling shy or anything told her to watch and I will show you. Mary got up from where she was lying and got on top of me. With her right hand she held my dick and guided it into her wet pussy. When she sat all the way down on it she let out a scream. This time my dick was all the way in her pussy and touching her cervix. Mary began to grind on my dick when Sheila moved from her spot on the edge of the bed up to the side of me. I unhooked her bra so that I could massage her beautiful nipples.

Sheila raised her long legs up in the air removing her panties. Once they were removed she looked at me and gave me a long hard kiss. Mary was fucking me so hard and fast that when she started cumming she just moaned and moaned then screamed when she finally got the best orgasm that she had ever had. With her cum still all around my dick, Sheila said I want some of that dick. Knowing that Mary's cum was still on it Sheila began giving me the best blowjob that I had ever had. Meanwhile, Mary watching Sheila suck on my dick she began rubbing on her pussy. I then told Mary to bring me a nipple so that I could suck. I wanted some more of her sweet milk that she was holding in her. Sheila was just concerned with what she was doing and not even paying attention to what Mary and I was doing.

I was being given the thrill of my life and what a treat it was. Sheila pulled away and told me that she didn't want me to cum because she wanted all of my cum in her pussy. Then she looked over at Mary and said you have had his dick in you while I was gone and again now so I want you to watch me fuck him and see if your pussy starts to tingle. With that Sheila got down on all four and said here it is baby come get it. Doggy style is what she loved so well and told Mary to get under her so that she could be treated as well. I got on behind Sheila and when I entered her she moaned slightly as she began to lick and suck on Mary's dripping pussy.




Trick or Treat



I'll never forget the Halloween of my freshman year in college. I had pledged a fraternity, but was now having second thoughts about living with these guys and being a part of that house. Most of them were jocks with rather strange ideas of fun. I wasn't a jock. I was the smallest pledge. I stand about five-seven and weigh about 125. I also didn't fit in as well as I thought I would, because, unlike my frat brothers I was actually interested in getting an education and I didn't have any stories of sexual conquest I could share, in fact I had never even kissed a girl.

So on Halloween night I decided that I would go to the library instead of carousing around with the other guys. As I walked through the campus I passed groups of other students dressed in a wild variety of costumes, all out enjoying the darkness of Halloween night, either trick or treating or heading off to parties.

I came around a corner and ran smack into four of my frat brothers. They grabbed me and dragged me along with them. I tried to explain that I was headed to the library, but they were yelling for me to join them and I think they were a little drunk. Down the street we went with me protesting that I had to go, until suddenly one of them held up a hand and told the rest to be quiet. He pointed down the street and we saw two girls walking toward us dressed in evening gowns. They hadn't seen us and I was quickly pulled behind some hedges. The others crouched down and pulled me after them. Then out came the shaving cream cans and the eggs.

I protested, telling them that they would ruin the girl's dresses. I was told to shut up and stay still. The girls got closer and when they were in front of us two guys jumped out behind them and I was pulled out in front of them with the others. The girls screamed and the guys attacked. They sprayed them with shaving cream from all sides and pelted them with eggs. When the girls tried to escape the guys chased them down the street. As the girls ran past me I recognized them as two freshmen that sat near me in English class. Although they had always been a bit rude to me, I felt really bad about what was happening.

The group disappeared down the street and I turned and continued to the library. As I walked I thought about those poor girls. I didn't really know much about them, but I did know they were both in a women's sports sorority. I had seen them hanging out with some of the women jocks. I had no idea what sport they played, but they seemed pretty fit.

After staying at the library for a couple of hours I headed back toward the frat house. The streets were quieter; I guess most of the revelers had taken their fun indoors. As I got near the house I heard a moan from a dark alleyway. I looked down the alley and there appeared to be someone lying on the ground. I walked a little closer and saw that it was a girl. She leaned up and asked me to help her. I ran over thinking she must be drunk and might have gotten hurt, but when I reached her she jumped up and I saw it was one of the girls that my frat brothers had harassed earlier in the evening.

I stopped short in front of her. She had changed her clothes and was now wearing a tracksuit. She looked at me with a sort of half smile.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"I am, but you're not," she replied.

Her smile increased and then to my shock she punched me as hard as she could in the stomach.

I doubled over in pain and fell to my knees. As I tried to get my breath I felt hands grabbing me and pulling me to my feet. I opened my eyes and saw that I was surrounded by a half dozen young women. I tried to focus my vision. The other girl from earlier in the evening was there as well as four other much bigger girls.

I was dragged to a standing position and a big, strong girl got me in a full nelson, pinning my hands over my head. I could still barely breathe as the other girls came around and stood in front of me.

"So, do you think what you did was funny?" asked what appeared to be the leader of this group.

I still couldn't speak.

"You're going to pay for what you did. Your fraternity has been harassing us for too long. It's time for some pay back and you're it."

I started to protest. I told them that it wasn't my idea and that I had tried to stop them, but they just stood there and laughed as I struggled. When I ran out of things to say the leader smiled at me.

"Strip him!" she ordered.

I opened my mouth to yell, but before I could make a sound the leader hit me in the stomach again and the girl who was holding me let me slide to the ground where I curled into a ball. They stood around looking down at me.

I gasped for breath and looked up at them. The girl who had hit me was really huge, like a woman shot putter or weight lifter. She had a Nordic look with blonde braids and was at least a half a foot taller than me and probably had about 50 pounds on me. The two girls from earlier were slimmer, like runners and both beautiful. I had often looked at them in English class when I thought they didn't know. The others were still a blur as I tried to focus my eyes, but they were all taller and bigger than me.

"If you yell we're going to kick the shit out of you," one of the girls said. "Now get up and keep quiet."

I tried to stand, but was still trying to catch my breath. I managed to get to my knees.

"You better get up unless you want to get hit again," demanded the ringleader.

I got to my feet and stood in the middle of the six girls.

"You know, I don't think we're going to have to strip you after all."

I didn't know what to say. I had been so shocked when I heard her tell the others to strip me that I was overwhelmed with embarrassment. I had never been undressed in front of anyone of the opposite sex in my life and the idea of it stunned me. Now I was hearing that they weren't going to do this to me and I was filled with relief.

"Thank you," I replied. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I wasn't a part of it."

"Oh, did you think I was going to let you off?" she replied. "No, that's not going to happen. I said we didn't need to strip you because I'm sure you can strip for us yourself. Now do it! Strip!"

I stood there astonished. I couldn't believe she was serious.

"Do you want me to hit you again? Believe me, if I let these girls strip you it's going to be a lot worse for you. Now do it! Strip!"

I slowly pulled my shirt over my head and pulled off my shoes. I was already embarrassed, because I'm a skinny little guy and these were big muscled women.

"Look at this skinny little shit. Are you a man or just a little boy?" one of the others asked and they all laughed.

I hesitated, but the leader took a step closer to me and so I started to unbuckle my pants. My heart was pounding and I was starting to sweat, even though it was rather cold out. I looked down at the floor as I unzipped my pants.

"Let's see if the rest of him is just as small."

This brought more laughter as I dropped my pants and stood there in my underwear. I stopped and couldn't bring myself to take them off.

"Are you embarrassed?" asked one of the girls who got the shaving cream from my frat brothers. "How do you think we felt walking home covered in eggs and shaving cream?"

"Oh poor little boy!" added the leader. "I think he is embarrassed. Are you afraid to show the girls how small you dick is? Answer me!"

"Please don't make me take off my underwear," I pleaded.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you ashamed of your tiny dick?"

"Yes," I replied.

Everyone broke up laughing.

"Now we really have to see it," added another.

"But I think he's embarrassed enough already. I mean here he is taking off all his clothes in front of six girls! I don't think we should make him take off his underwear too. That would be just too humiliating."

I looked at her hoping she was serious, but she had a wicked smile on her face.

"I'm not going to make you take them off, I'm going to let the girls do it for you."

I couldn't move. I wanted to run, but I was surrounded. I thought about yelling for help, but I'd already tried that so I just stood there.

"You want to do it Bethany, after all it was you and Kristen that got egged?" suggested the leader.

Bethany stepped forward and stood in front of me.

"I'd be happy to. Now put your hands on top of your head and don't move!" she demanded. "The girls all want to see how small you dick is and I'm going to show it to them."

With that she stepped around behind me as the others gathered in front of me. She ran her fingers down my sides and they all laughed as I shuddered. Then her fingers reached the waistband and she started to slowly drop my underwear.

"Are you ready? Aren't you embarrassed that all the girls are going to see your little thing?"

They were all giggling and then she did it. She pulled them all the way down and pushed me forward as she pulled them off. I tried to cover myself, but one of the other girls grabbed me and pulled my hands behind me. There I was completely naked and fully exposed to their view.

It's difficult to describe what I felt. I was completely humiliated and my heart was pounding with embarrassment. I am little down there and with the cold and embarrassment I was even smaller, but I wasn't thinking so much about trying to be a big macho guy, I was just about ready to faint from shame.

"Oh my God!" yelled Bethany. "He's not a man he's a hamster!"

"My six year old brother is hung better than him," added one of the others.

"Is that as big as it gets?" asked the leader.

I just stood there unable to speak. She walked up to me and lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes.

"I asked you a question."

When I still didn't reply she abruptly reached down and grabbed my testicles and squeezed. I froze in shock. I had never been touched there by anyone and the sudden contact and the pain caused my breath to catch in my throat.

"Does it get any bigger when you play with it?" she asked.

Tears were welling up in my eyes and I tried to nod my head.

"Oh are you going to cry? Are you saying that it does get bigger? If we let you play with it can you show us what a big man you are?"

She let me go and took a step back.

"That can wait, first you need to be punished. Kristen and Bethany, are you ready? Got your rackets?"

The two girls walked over and picked up a pair of tennis rackets that had been lying in the shadows; tennis players, not runners. They walked over toward me both smirking widely.

"If you yell you'll get it worse, so take it like a man, even if you're hung like a hamster," the leader demanded and once again the girls all laughed.

The girl who had been holding my arms before came over and stood in front of me and I finally got a look at her. If anything she was bigger than the leader, taller at least. She was definitely the basketball type. She had a really pretty face and a long ponytail hanging down her back. She gave me an evil smile.

"Okay little guy, bend over and touch your toes."

She grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face toward the ground.

"I think I'm gonna need to hold this little one a bit better."

She swung one leg over my head so that her thighs were on each side and then she squeezed her legs together, trapping my head between them.

I started to struggle, but almost immediately I felt her hands on my hips. She grabbed one of my hips in each hand and lifted. Before I knew it my feet were lifted off the ground and my legs were dangling in the air while my head remained locked between her legs. I was completely helpless and totally humiliated. She had lifted me up like I was a child and held my bottom up in the air for the others to paddle.

"Let me go! Please stop this," I shouted.

Almost instantly I felt a hand reach between my legs and my testicles were roughly grabbed and squeezed. Once again my breath caught in my throat.

"I don't want to hear another sound out of you. If you say one more word I'm going to twist your little balls off."

It was the leader once again and then she pulled a little harder, lifting me higher in the air before she finally let go. I was horrified and humiliated. These girls had complete control over me and there was nothing I could do to protect myself or even cry out for help.

"Okay girls, let's see those backhands."

I couldn't see what was happening and I could barely hear what was being said because of the girl's thighs clamped against the sides of my head. Then I felt the first strike. The pain ripped through me like fire. I started to cry out, but caught myself as I remembered the leader's threat. Then the smacks came one after another, the two girls hitting me from either side. The pain was unbearable and I struggled to try to get away and kicked my legs in the air, but the girl holding me was much stronger than I was. I reached back at one point and tried to cover my bottom with my hands. The girl holding me let go of my hips and grabbed my hands and pulled them up. My feet were back on the ground, but I was still helpless.

"No way little guy. You're not going to cover up while I'm holding you."

The beating continued and my eyes filled with tears until they ran down my cheeks and I was sobbing like a little girls.

"Stop girls. Turn him around Chelsea," the leader said.

The pain stopped and I was once again pulled to my feet with my hands held behind me. I was sobbing uncontrollably and the tears were running down my cheeks. It wasn't just the pain that caused it, it was also the complete humiliation I felt.

"Oh look you guys. He's crying like a little girl," said one of the girls with the tennis rackets.

"I think maybe he is a little girl. He sure isn't a man. Are you?" said the other.

"Answer her you whimp. Are you a little girl?" demanded the leader.

I tried to speak between the sobs and managed to say, "I'm not a girl."

"You're not a girl? Well you're going to have to prove it. If you're a man you need to show us. Let him go Chelsea."

I could barely move my arms, but I managed to rub my bottom and then tried to cover myself.

"So little girl, show us you're a man. Let's see you make that little hamster dick hard."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Tears were still running down my cheeks and I just stood there covering myself and looking at her.

"What do you think girls? Does everyone wanna watch the whimp jerk off?"

"Do it shrimp. Rub that little nub you've got. Yeah let's see if it gets bigger than a hamster's," the others called out.

"If you don't start jerking it I'm going to think you don't need it and I'm going to yank it off. Now what's it going to be?"

With my heart pounding from embarrassment I reached down and started to play with myself. The girls cheered me on.

"Yo stud! That's it, stroke that monster," called out one girl.

"Let's see you cum for us," said another.

I was filled with strange feelings. I was still hurting and I was more humiliated than ever, but my body was responding and I started getting hard. I couldn't believe that was happening, but it was and despite my humiliation I started breathing harder. Just then Chelsea grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me again.

All the girls laughed at the sight of me standing there with my little penis pointing up in the air

"Oh it did get bigger. Now it is as big as my six year old brother's," laughed one of them.

"I think you need some help," said the leader and she walked up to me.

"Lay down on the ground," she ordered me.

I started to lie down.

"On your back," she ordered.

I did as I was told and she then told two of the girls to each take hold of one of my feet and lift them up in the air. I was pulled up by my feet until just my shoulders and head rested on the ground and I was looking up at all the girls who were looking down at me and laughing. The other thing I was looking up at was my penis, which was directly above my face.

"Who wants to do the honors," asked the leader.

"I will," said Bethany. "I've seen this little pervert staring at me in English class. Is this what you've dreamed about?" she asked as she reached over and grabbed my wilting penis.

"Well I bet you didn't think it would be like this, did you?"

She started jerking me off and despite my embarrassment it took only moments till I was breathing hard again and was about to ejaculate.

"He's gonna squirt," said Bethany.

I knew where it was going to go, so I turned my head and closed my eyes. Just then someone grabbed my face, I looked up, it was the leader.

"Don't try it. You're gonna cum on your own face. Open your mouth! One of you guys grab his nuts. If he closes his mouth, twist them off."

I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I started to ejaculate. The girls were all laughing and saying how gross it was as Bethany directed my cum on my face and into my mouth. I didn't dare close it and I started to gag at the taste of my own ejaculation. This only got the girls laughing harder as the shudders ran through me and I gagged some more.

"Open your eyes little whimp," said the leader.

I looked up at her and all the others. My face was covered with my own ejaculation and the leader smiled down at me and then reached over and spread it all over the rest of my face and into my mouth.

"Taste good?" she asked.

"Well, I still think you're a little girl, so I have something for you to take home with you. Something that all little girls need."

The two girls were still holding my legs up in the air leaving me practically standing on my head.

"Spread his legs wide apart girls. Here's your present little girl."

She reached into her pocket and took something out and held it in front of my face.

"You know what this is? That's right. It's something all little girls need. A tampon and it's going into your little girl pussy."

I started to struggle.

"No, please don't," I begged.

"Do want your balls twisted again. What did I say about speaking?"

She reached down and spread my bottom cheeks. I closed my eyes again and felt her pushing it into me. I squirmed and tried to pull away but it was impossible to move with the two girls holding my legs apart. She pushed it all the way into me as the girls watched.

"Oh the poor baby is getting butt fucked by a tampon. Do you like that?" asked Chelsea.

Finally they let go of my legs and I slumped to the ground.

"Get up!" I was ordered.

What little fight I had put up was all gone. I was completely beaten and humiliated. I crawled to my feet.

"Now apologize to Bethany and Kristen for what you did to them."

I looked at the two girls who stood in front of me and thought about what it would be like to see them in English class after this.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"You look sorry with your drooping little hamster dick," said Kristen.

I didn't even try to cover myself any more. I just stood there and looked down at the ground.

"Well girls, it's still quite a walk back to the frat house for our little friend here. We can't let him walk home naked. Let's give him something to wear," said the leader.

With that the girls produced cans of shaving cream and a box of eggs. Some came up and started covering me with the shaving cream while Kristen and Bethany began breaking the eggs on my head. I just stood there defeated while they laughed at me and continued till I was covered with cream and eggs.

"Well little whimp," the leader finally said, "you win the Halloween prize for the best costume."

The girls all laughed and then turned and walked away leaving me to walk home in my new costume.



Trick Or Treat



As you walked through the door, you knew adventure was afoot. Like the cool October night you had just come in from, the house was mostly dark. Several candles were burning, providing enough illumination for you to see our massage table erected in the middle of the living room. A fire was ablaze in the wood stove and the temperature of the room was higher than usual. This reinforced the thought you'd already had, that you would very soon be separated from your clothing.

You saw me appear from the kitchen, goblets of white wine in hand. I sip from mine and set them down. Moving closer to you then, my hand caressed the side of your neck, gently bringing your lips to mine for a long and sweet, wine tinged kiss. As you say: "I so needed that." you see me putting my finger to my grinning lips and shaking my head "no" to request your silence. I hand you your wine. Giving me a quizzical look, you nonetheless stay silent and watch as I retrieve mine. I then guide you to the couch where we sit embracing, sipping our wine and watching the flames in the stove dance; the crackling wood being the only sound in the room. 

The wine finished and helping to mellow the atmosphere even more than the fire and quiet already had, I stand up. You see that I wish you to do the same when I take you by a hand and gently pull you towards me. A kiss, my hand in your hair and then both my hands slide down your body and legs as I drop to a knee. You feel my fingers move back up your legs, under your sweater dress this time, to your waist. They then peel down your hose and panties; you step out of them as they reach the floor. As I stand I bring the hem of your dress up with me, then over your head and off. Underneath you have one of my white dress shirts on, I smile, we both know that ever since the first time I saw you wearing just my shirt, nothing else, it was a strong turn-on. As I begin to unfasten its buttons your hands move to my waist, working at the buttons of my jeans. I take your hands in mine and move them to your sides, slowly shaking my head "no" again. I return to the shirt and finish unbuttoning. It opens revealing creamy skin and the lush curves of your breasts still confined by your bra. I work the small clasp between them; loosing the cups and pushing the bra and shirt back off your shoulders to add them to the clothing already on the floor. 

The heat you feel building inside joins with the fire's warmth. You notice how striking the flickering light appears as it plays on your now exposed body. You feel a little self-conscious; especially as I am still dressed as I stand there admiring you in the warm light. That anxiety passes as I take you in my arms. We hug and indulge in some deep kissing. Then, still in silence, my hand on the small of your back guides you to the massage table. You move onto it, laying face down as I've indicated. I then produce one of your scarves, folded to employ as a blindfold. It's placed across your eyes and tied at the back of your head. I stroke your hair for a few moments, and then begin to massage you, my fingers manipulating the skin and muscles of your neck and shoulders. As relaxed as you had become in the warmth and peacefulness of the room, now, as my hands knead and caress your body, moving down your back, you become happily more so. This calmness is only disturbed as you feel my hands on your rear and working the tops of your thighs. There is a strong measure of delicious tension as you feel the heat within you trigger your sweet juices. You to anticipate the moment my tongue will flick at your inflamed clit and when my fingers, and ultimately my cock will be sliding into your hot and silky sheath. But as the massage continues down your legs, away from your heat, you fall back into full relaxation. We both enjoy a prolonged tease, so all good things in their time. 

You feel my hands at your feet, rubbing them. I work my thumbs along their soles from the heel to the toe, then back again. Moving to your toes, I give each recently painted toe a little pull to stretch and relax it. You feel soothed and happy but give a little jump and giggle as I unexpectedly lift your right leg and run my tongue around and between its toes. As I lower your leg to the table, you lie there in the silence, feeling the warmth of the room and the glow inside you. You hear me moving about the table, but unable to see, you wonder what is to happen next. 

A slight touch at your neck, a soft but pronounced tickling... A feather! And then a second one which starts you squirming as I play them across your shoulders and try to reach those very sensitive spots under your arms. You giggle and pull your arms close to your body to keep me from them. I quickly move the feathers to your feet, tickling each one vigorously. You try not to laugh, to respect the silence that has been a partner in this evening, but it still happens. You don't speak, but your sweet laughter fills the room, your feet kicking from the knees to avoid the bedeviling quills. Then the feathers move on from your feet, upwards. They dally at the backs of your knees and you notice how the feeling there is more sensuous than ticklish. With that thought still in your mind, the feathers light touch seems to grow more insistent as they move higher. It's as if they were fingers on the soft skin of your thighs, urging them apart. Almost unconsciously, you do spread your legs wider to allow the feathers easier passage.

The two feathers meet at the apex of your legs, to work as one on the aroused folds of your pussy. The soft quills tease you, making you wish that something more substantial was pushing at your steamy opening. To make that known to me, you rest your forearms on the table and push your butt up and back. The thought had come to you that some of our most intense love making had been when I penetrate you from behind. That maybe by exposing yourself so wantonly to me, I'll do so now. But what you next feel is one of the feathers fluttering even more energetically along and between the lips of your pussy as the other begins stimulating the now exposed crinkle of your anus. A groan of frustration escapes your lips even as you begin to focus on how good this teasing feels. The quill at your pussy is touching and sliding just so, causing pleasure to fan out from the taut bud of your clitoris. And the sensation, well even just the naughtiness of the thought of the feather playing at your asshole is adding its own heat to the fire building between your legs. You can hardly believe all this is just from the feathers' light touch. And in the next moment you fly over that edge, you cum quickly and sharply. It's breathtaking and for a few precious moments your heart and pussy throb together strongly. As you return to earth, now back to lying flat on the table, I'm gently stroking my hand along your spine. I lean down and kiss you. Then breaking the silence for a moment, I whisper: "It's time to turn over Lover."

Even before you can get a word out, you feel my finger at your lips to prevent it. You say nothing, still allowing me to call the shots, but you also take my finger into your mouth to give it a few suggestive sucks as you turn onto your back. You also reach for and find the lump in my jeans, confirming that your spell is still upon me. But then a surprise as I take that hand and you feel me tie something silky about its wrist, then the same is done to your other wrist. You find your arms now tethered to the table, but not tightly so, you still have some limited range of movement. As you're still considering your bonds, I place stereo buds in your ears. Hypnotic, ambient groove is playing, which along with the blindfold, takes you further into your head and away from the surrounding room. Next you feel me bend your legs at the knees, sliding your feet back towards your rear until their soles are resting flat on the table. Once you're legs are so positioned, they are bound to their respective sides of the table with soft cloth ties at the ankles. The music wafts through your head at a comfortable volume, but high enough to cancel out any sounds in the room. The blindfold keeps you from seeing what I'm up to. Though your restraints are comfortable and fairly loose allowing some movement of your limbs, you are still restricted, secured to the table. You have enjoyed our previous adventures and do trust me, but still there is a kernel of apprehension within you at having been made so vulnerable. Regardless of that you feel how taut your nipples have grown and realize your pussy is still lubricating freely. 

What's this? A feeling of something close to your face, warmth, a breath? You purse your lips and then mine are upon them. The kiss goes on into another and another. Though I'm not touching you elsewhere, you feel our kisses throughout your body. The overall effect, the music, the sensory deprivation, being restrained, it all adds up to an odd, out of place feeling. But the feeling is also liberating in a fashion, worrying having been made pointless. The kiss ends but you keep the feeling with you. You try to stay on the comfortable little cloud of care-free that this seems to be. You relax and let your thoughts drift, waiting for what is next. With the long-form and repetitive nature of the music, you find that even your perception of time is being distorted.

After a moment (or maybe it's been a half an hour), it's hard to discern at this point. You perk up at the sudden feeling of cool air flowing over your nude body. It feels about the same temperature as the night air outside had. Is a window open? The door? You wonder if I've forgotten something in my truck and have gone to retrieve it? Did I leave you there alone? Whatever is occurring you aren't overly concerned, you know I wouldn't put you in harm's way. Then another possibility to explain the chill occurs to you...

Suddenly you feel a warm liquid drizzled along one arm and then across your chest to your other arm. Mmm, slippery and smelling of spices, the oil feels wonderful on your skin. Two hands begin to massage your left arm and seconds later two more hands begin to rub your right one. Your body tenses up as you have a moment of panic realizing someone else has entered the situation and is now seeing you nude, tied up and at their mercy. You notice that our hands have stopped moving on you. We are waiting as your mind works through this development, waiting for your decision. You remember our past adventures and the times I've been open to your ideas, times in which we've taken risks and been in each others hands. We have faith and trust in one another. You know that I would never allow you to be hurt on purpose. But you do wonder, is this individual a male or a female? 

Being sure that it is me on your left, you reach out to your right trying to feel for some identifying feature. Who could this be, a friend of ours or possibly a complete stranger? Alas, the restraints and the person gently controlling your searching hand prevent any details from being discovered. As you begin to resign yourself to the moment, some of the tension leaves you and our four hands begin to slowly stroke along your arms again. You of course remain very curious, but begin to feel more comfortable as the stress is rubbed from your arms and shoulders. By the time the massage has progressed from your shoulders to your chest, your generous breasts, you've found your way back to that comfy cloud again. Our twenty fingers caress and knead the curvaceous pillows that your tits are, and as we gently pinch and stretch your nipples, you feel that familiar heat intensifying in your lower body. When you had tensed up moments ago your knees had flown together, an attempt at some modesty due to the new arrival in the room. Now, as your arousal grows, as your pussy becomes wet with fresh juices, your actions speak louder than unnecessary words. You allow your knees to fall apart from each other, exposing the sweet flower between your legs to me and to the other person with us. You had thought to yourself and considered the circumstances of being naked, vulnerable and very aroused before two people whom obviously want to pleasure you. You had come to a conclusion. You were going to trust us, to allow us to have our way with your mind and body. You want us to bring your flower to a full orgasmic bloom. You feel each of us continue to play at your tits with one hand even as we began to meander down your body, towards your heated desire with the others. 

You try hard to focus on just being in the moment, to experience only the feelings our hands are imparting to your body. But since the music masks the sounds in the room, you can't help but wonder if the stranger and I are having any conversation? Are we talking about you? Are we commenting on your bountiful tits? Or why it is your landing strip of pubes are dyed a bright electric blue? Am I telling this person about how delicious your pussy tastes? Or about our other experiences? You can't decide if you like the idea of that or not, but as our massage has now reached your lush thighs, as fingers begin to flicker over your clit and slip along your slick labia, you find yourself quickly falling back into the moment. But just as quickly you know that my co-conspirator and I must be communicating as our hands leave your body at the same time. You show dissatisfaction with your characteristic pout and a low frustrated groan. Your hips writhe and push upwards seeking further stimulation. You get what you seek as our hands return to you. With one hand each, we begin to pleasure your body again. Our other hands each take and guide one of yours to our torsos. In a moment your hands have found that we're now as naked as you are and that the additional hands plying your body belong to a female. From your actions it seems that your thoughts are uncertain about this. With familiarity you palm my scrotum, tugging gently at the piercing there. Then your hand grasps my hardening shaft and greets it with some friendly strokes.

Your other hand is a little less energetic, lightly grazing over the belly and closely trimmed pubic hair of our guest. You are a little unsure of how to proceed, or even if you want to. Besides the occasional playful kiss, or a mutual groping of breasts, you have little experience with other women. As you ponder that and also imagine in your mind's eye the image of yourself, nude, restrained and being touched intimately by us, you feel our focus on you build. As my left hand continues its exploration of your belly and silky inner thighs, my right hand slides back upwards along your arm to caress your shoulder and then onward to your delicious neck. I move it to your hair, smoothing its softness. Then I gently trace your ear and smooth cheek with my fingertips. I touch my thumb to your lips and you suck it into your mouth seductively as your fingers curl in a in a tight squeeze on my cock. 

In the mean time, our guest is also intensifying her efforts. You can feel the tips of her fingers tapping and slipping around the top of your wet slit, seeking out your tender little bud. This as she begins to nibble and suck at your erect nipples. As her mouth moves on and about them, you also feel the soft brush of her hair over your breasts. The image of what all this looks like appears in your mind adding an additional layer of eroticism to the physical sensations you're already feeling. You feel your right hand taken into our guest's free hand. She isn't subtle and brings it right to the juncture of her legs. She curls her fingers over yours, pressing them on her warm mound, opening her legs wider as she does. Her other hand works more feverishly on your pussy, her fingers playing as she would have yours do. This leaves little room for my playing there, so taking advantage of your copious lubrication; my digits go lower, sliding to the crease between your buttocks. Any lingering trepidation about this situation has left your head. You want to believe that is all due to the trust that you have in me, but inside your head you hear an echo of the thought you had before. "You're tied up, naked and you're as horny as you've ever been. You have your lover and someone you don't even know as horny for you, wanting to make you feel very very good. Relax and let them, you have no responsibility here. Relax and accept all the pleasures they're giving you without any guilt."

After that it was as if a wall had fallen down, a wall that had been standing between you and the bliss that you knew you could feel. You also knew, could feel that very shortly your body would be pulsing in an amazing orgasm. But for the moment a feeling of complete liberation from all the usual worries and doubts flows through your being. As you continue to play with my cock, you also began to more fully explore the velvet soft pussy belonging to our guest. As you open her, begin pressing your fingers into her, you can feel the groan she emits as it vibrates through her teeth and lips and into your nipple. You slowly churn her hot wet core with your fingers, feeling her hips move in an erotic dance with them. You find yourself enjoying that you could affect her so. But your actions weren't so distracting that it took her away from the attention that she was giving your tits and pussy. Our guest had sensed the change in you, felt your tension yield. She takes the opportunity to slide her fingers more deeply into you, then, after allowing you to adjust to that, she began finger fucking you more vigorously, her thumb working your clit as her fingers delve in and out of your hungry, hot opening. Now it is your body rocking with her manipulations, your groans escaping with a quickened breath. The moment was very near, the increasing tremors you felt in your belly, along the muscles of your thighs and the electric like jolts arcing through your nipples told you so.

My fingers had been playing along your taint and the split between your buttocks. Now, slick with the juices that were flowing from your enflamed pussy, you feel them at your tight rear hole, slowly circling it, teasing it. Your mind flashes back to the earlier sensation of the feather there, and the arousal it had brought you. My touch brings a similar sensation, but it also signals that it seeks entry. As your tight aperture gradually yields to a single finger, a long low moan escapes your lips. In slow motion, compared to the fingering your other lover is giving you, my middle finger slides slowly and deeply into your rear, pauses and then begins to slowly piston back and forth within your snug anus. You emit a short cry as a second finger joins the first. Then after adjusting to the added intrusion, you concentrate on the growing erotic feeling. As my fingers methodically play in your ass, you can feel them meeting and rubbing against the more swiftly moving fingers of our friend's, that there's only a thin wall of your flesh separating them. Your mind dreamily contemplates it for a moment, her fingers and my fingers, fast and slow and outrageous. A humorous thought flashes through your mind; it's that of an image of the woman and me shaking hands within you. You almost giggle at that and the thought that you're even thinking that thought at such a moment. Then you focus back on the pleasure you're feeling. Your breath becomes even faster and more ragged now. The intense feelings that are coursing outward from your pussy and ass flow into those being generated above as our friend is still feasting on your tits, sucking and biting your pebble hard nipples as her vagina moves against your hand, dancing on the fingers you have within her. 

Our tongues are flicking at each others' in a frenzied kiss when the brilliance of your orgasm dazzles you. You break the kiss in order to breathe and to moan as it radiates through you and takes over your consciousness. As your sexy sounds are muffled to you by the music, they are much louder than usual. In denying any visual stimuli, the blindfold allows you to fully experience the vividness of the explosion within you. Your orgasm seems a hot and brilliant silver light, blooming out and morphing into a rainbow of rich colors. The muscles of your limbs are tensing, your back arching as the strong pulsations within your pelvis squeeze at the fingers within your furnace hot channels. The myriad of sensations racing about your body and mind are too many to know individually. Regular consciousness falls away and you feel and become the heat and perfect vivid colors that are blossoming throughout you.




Trick Or Treat



Sighing softly you become aware, as much as you're able to, of your surroundings again. The sound of the music drifts back into your hearing. You visualize little sparkles of the orgasmic light fading in the dark of your still blindfolded environment. You know that you're smiling. The strong pulses within have calmed to pleasant little tremors as you feel our fingers withdraw from you. They move now instead to caress your belly, thighs and breasts as your breathing returns to normal. As I lean down to kiss you, you languidly feel for my cock again. Between its waning hardness and the warm stickiness on your hand you know that you've milked the cum from me at some point during the fireworks. You're not as sure about our female friend. True your other hand is slick with her juices, and you can remember a moment when one of her bites to your nipple became much more intense, pleasurably painful even. Maybe that was a signal of her going over the edge also. Our soft and loving kissing continues, even as our friend cleanses you with a damp, warm cloth. You feel free of stress, warm, and surprisingly unselfconscious though you still lay secured to the table and exposed to another still unidentified to you, albeit someone you have shared this intimacy with. You focus on the very pleasant feelings, the warmth and contentedness that they have brought and appreciate them greatly as they're not experienced as often as you'd wish for. But as you do, you don't immediately realize that we've left you to yourself again. Just as you have that thought, another rush of cold air envelopes you...



Trick or Treat



This is a fan fiction based off of the Night Of The Demons horror movie trilogy. I realize that not a lot of people have heard of these movies so I have included a picture of the villainess, Angela, at the end of the story.

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It sounded like the dumbest, most unoriginal frat challenge I had ever heard: A night in a haunted house. Even now, as I pulled up to Hull house, I thought it was such a joke. The douchebags back on campus had even given me the so called "history" of the house.

Apparently, there was a Halloween party thrown in the house (once a mortuary) back in the late 80's. All the teenagers there were massacred, except for Angela, the girl who threw the party. They say the house was possessed by a demon that inhabited Angela at some point during the party and that at the end of the night she descended into Hell, body and soul. And now every Halloween she haunts the place and yada yada yada. It was all so stupid. Like something out of a cheesy slasher movie.

It was only 8 p.m. But the October sky was already pitch black. I decided to get out of the car and into the house. Maybe if nothing else, there would be something in the old dump worth stealing. I grabbed my backpack and headed on foot towards the house

I walked in through the front door. A part of me couldn't believe it was unlocked. The rest of me didn't give a shit. I passed by a staircase on the way to what I could only assume was the living room. The moonlight shined in just enough for me to see what looked like an old leather couch. It looked comfy enough, so I made myself comfortable, grabbing a beer out of my backpack and sprawling out on the couch. I made it about halfway through the can before I heard a voice. A female voice.

"I hope you brought enough for the rest of the class." The voice stated.

I was understandably startled by the voice, but I believe I acted in a very mature manner and handled the shock like only a gentleman could... by which, I mean I screamed like a girl and said something along the lines of...

"Holy shit monkey!"

I jumped up and looked around. It was too dark to really see much. Oh no, I thought, maybe the place really is haunted.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked looking all over the room.

"Who the fuck are YOU?" The voice shot back. "This is my house. I think that gives me authority over the I-asked-first logic you might be thinking of throwing at me."

The voice made a good point. I tried to think of what to say next, but she spoke again.

"Hey, you wanna see a magic trick?" The voice asked. Suddenly, what seemed like hundreds of candles all around the house flicked on and the whole place was now illuminated. I looked to the doorway I had entered the room through and saw the figure that the voice belonged to.

"Ha. I still got it." She said cheerily. Her long dark hair went down to her back. Her lips were blood red with a kind of ruby lipstick that she wore. She wore what looked like a skimpy black wedding dress that hugged her curves marvelously. She wasn't much upstairs, but man, what a staircase. If you know what I mean. I didn't realize I was staring until she pointed it out.

"Jeez, are you gonna take a picture? No, wait... on second thought, don't do that. You may see more than you want." Her comment carried a slight air of menace but I was too focused on her body to care.

"I'm sorry", I stammered, "I, uh, I didn't think anybody lived here. Isn't this Hull house?"

"Yes, it is."

"I thought it was supposed to be... uh..."

"What?", Her tone was somewhat mocking, "Haunted?"

"Well, yeah. Something like that. No, no, I'm sorry. EXACTLY that."

She shrugged a little before stating...

"Well, I can assure you that there is nobody here but little old me. Anyway, what should I do about you? You have broken into my house."

I realized I could be in a lot of trouble.

"Look, it was a misunderstanding. I can just leave now and we can forget the whole thing. I'll tell the guys back at school the truth about the house and nobody will bother you again."

"Wait a minute now. Hold your horses."

She slinked over to a cozy looking chair and sat down into it. There was something alluring about the way she looked at me.

"Let's not be too hasty. I don't have much company here very often. Plus it's not like you're the most unattractive guest I've ever had." Her come on didn't go unnoticed. "Maybe we could just spend the evening together. Unless you have some hot number waiting for you back in town..." Her voice trailed a little as if she half-heartedly meant that as a question.

"No, actually. I don't need to be anywhere." I lied. I did have a girlfriend, Rebecca, back in town. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Besides, something was drawing me more and more to this mysterious woman. It struck me that I didn't even know her na...

"I'm Angela." She said as if reading my mind.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Jason." I introduced myself.

"So, can I ask you a question, Jason?"

"Uh, sure." I finished my beer and set the can on a small table next to the couch.

"Why did you lie to me just now?"

I couldn't believe my ears.

"What do you mean?

She looked at me with a sly grin that was half sexy and half accusing. I started to worry in the way that a small child would if they got caught jumping on the bed.

"You do have a girlfriend, don't you? I can read your naughty little mind."

She made a gesture with her hand and suddenly the buttons on my shirt all popped off and my shirt ripped and flew off of me.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelped. She just smiled wider and made another gesture. This time, my pants were ripped and flew off of my lower body. I was stripped down to my underwear, shoes, and socks. I tried to cover myself with my hands.

"Okay, okay, just wait a second." I yelped nervously, fearful of what might be coming next. She chuckled.

"Why? It's Halloween, silly. And the way it works around here, is that you get a trick... and I get a treat."

"Wha-what are you going to do to me?" I asked fearfully.

"Going up?" She asked as I felt my body levitate two feet off the ground and my limbs pulled out into an x shape.

"No, no, no. This can't be happening." I was absolutely terrified. She stood up and slowly walked towards me.

"Please don't hurt me." I begged.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just did a little more mind reading and decided what the perfect 'treat' would be." She smiled mischievously. "The strapping young man lies about being in a relationship. He does this because he wants to feel me."

She stops directly in front of me and looks up into my eyes. She coos.

"Well, can you feel... this..."

She keeps her gaze fixed on my face and traces a single fingertip around my kneecap. Oh no, I think to myself, not that. Anything but that. Not tickling.

"I think you can feel it." She smiles widely and puts her other index finger to my other knee and traces little circles around both kneecaps. "You lied to me, and liars must be punished." She stops tickling for a moment. She makes one more gesture and my shoes and socks disappear. "Would you like to meet my friends?" She asks innocently.

"Friends?" I ask. I look down and see six gloved, floating, disembodied hands. Two are positioned at my feet, two more on my legs, and the last two at my torso.

"Please, don't." I plead. She simply winks at me and the different fingers start wiggling. Gloved fingertips glide up and down my soles and poke between my toes. Others prod and wiggle against the backs of my knees. The worst though, are the fingers at my sides and tummy. I force my lips shut and hope she will grow bored and make it all stop.

"You can fight it all you want but you're not going anywhere until you learn your lesson." She declares as the fingertips start to pick up speed. My face becomes a deep shade of red as my defenses start to wear down and my lips begin to curl into a forced smile. She spots the smile on my face and teases.

"Coochie coochie coo..."

"Shuuhuuhuutt uhuhuppp..."

"Ticklish? Come on let those giggles out little boy, tickle tickle!" Her teases torment my mind. All I can think about are the tickles.

"No!" I yell out as I feel the fingers on my sides and tummy becoming even more maddening.

"Who's a ticklish little boy? You're a ticklish little boy, yes you are!" She must have read my mind again because the fingers on my sides become even more unbearable. They just quickly stroke up and down the soft flesh they find. As much as I try to fight it, giggles start to slip out.

"Hehehe...Nooo I'm nohohoht..."

She glares at me.

"Ooohh stop telling lies, you get tickles for lies, coochie cooooooo!"

"Heheheheheehehhehehhehehhehehhehehhehe" the fingers and her voice push me over the edge as I start giggling more.

"Oh, that's better isn't it. Tickle tickle, let it out!" She giggles with glee as she watches me squirm.

"Heheheheheheheehe hahahahahahahahahahahah Stoohohohohohohohohohohohop teheheheheasing!"

"I've dealt with guys like you before." She declares, "think they're all big and strong but when those fingers wiggle, they just turn in to ticklish little boys, like you!"

"Nooohohohohohohohohohohohohoooooooo!"

"Oohh you're fun, ticklish boy. You have so many tickle spots. I love your ticklish sides and that cute lil belly."

"Nooohohohohootttt The Beehehhehelllyyyy!" I beg in a futile effort.

"Ooohh yes the belly. I know you like it, coochie coooooo!" She briefly pokes my bellybutton. My toes wiggle frantically and my sensitive tummy quivers under the fingers.

"Heheheheheheeheheheheheheheehehahahahahahahahahah ahahahahahaha Shhuuuuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuttt Uhuhuhuhuuhuuppppp!"

"Not until you have learned your lesson, ticklish boy."

"Goooohohohohohoooo To Heehehehehheheheellllllll!"

She laughs hard at that one.

"Not yet!"

The fingers start moving really fast now as she continues taunting me.

"Ticklish belly, ticklish sides, ticklish toes and ticklish thighs..."

"NOOOHOHOHOHOHOTTT TIHHIHIIHICKLISH!" I scream out. This is pure torture. She truly must be a demon. The fingers keep wiggling all over me.

"Coochie coochiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!"

I start to worry as I somehow find myself getting sexually excited by the tickling.

"Hehhehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe"

"Has he learned his lesson yet? Ticklish little boy."

"Fuuuhuhuhuhuhuhck Yooohhohohoouuuuu!" I shout at her.

"Naughty boy, such language." The fingers move fast, never letting up.

"Goohohohohohohohoddddamn Ihihihiitttt!" Throughout all the torment, I secretly thank the Lord that she hasn't found my really ticklish spot. Then I remember that she can read my mind. Fuck.

She brings her own two hands up and begins to delicately tickle both of my nipples.

"How's that, ticklish boy?"

"Heheheheeehehehehehehehehehe" It tickles me and, at the same time, turns me on even more. She responds by having the two hands at my legs begin to travel up and spider along my inner thighs.

"Hahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahah Doooohohohohoohnnnn't do thaahahahhahahat!" I plead as my erection strains my underwear. She smirks and increases the intensity on my inner thighs as I blush wildly.

"Hahahhahhhhhahhhahahhhahahhahahhahahhahahahahahah ahahhahahha"

"Someone has very ticklish thighs, doesn't he, ticklish boy? coochie cooooooo!"

"NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO I DOOHOHOHOHN'T" It tickles terribly but is still somewhat endurable.

"Hmmm... where are you most ticklish I wonder?" She ponders out loud.

"I'll Nehehehever tehehehlll you!" I start to think that maybe I can beat this.

"Well, the belly seems to be a good spot." She stops the nipple tickling and pokes in my bellybutton again. Only this time, she keeps her finger in there for a moment and gently wiggles it.

"Hahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahhhahhah You biiihihihihihiitch!"

"Aaaha! Maybe I should start paying you lip service." She makes a pair of lips appear so they can start blowing raspberries in my bellybutton.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I howl with each raspberry.

"The lips will not stop until you have learned your lesson ticklish little boy." She warns.

"Pleheheheheheheheheheheeeeaase stohohoohohohopppp!" I think to myself that it's okay unless she gets under my arms or near my bottom. However, the fingers are relentless in their tickling and the lips blowing raspberry after raspberry.

"Hmm maybe it's time for another change around."

"Whaaahahaahahahat?"

She move her own hands around so they're under my arms and the lips keep going on my bellybutton.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH PLEEHEHEHEHHAHAAASSEEEE!"

"Aaahh, there's a spot. Who can't bring his arms down? Poor ticklish little boy." Her verbal teasing is driving me to the brink of insanity.

"HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE NOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!"

"Oh yes, ticklish boy. Feel those nails under your ticklish armpits."

I feel the wicked nails in the tender wells of my armpits driving me to hysterics.

"HAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH HA NOOOHOHOHOHOHOTTTTTTT TIHIHIHIHICKLISHHH!"

"Oohh yes he is, so ticklish under his arms, I wonder how he can stand it?"

"OHOHOHOHKKAAAYYY I LEEHEHEHEHEEAAARRRNED MY LLEEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHSSSOOONNNNNN!" I finally submit hoping that she will stop. I look down through teary eyes to see her devilish smile.

"Well, I'm not done yet." She smirks and my underwear disappears. My hard cock bobs freely in the air. "More lip service I think." She chirps as two more pairs of lips begin planting soft tickly kisses on my balls.

"NNOOOOOOOHHOHOHOHHOOHHOOOHOOOHHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"

She brings her wicked nails to tickle my perineum and asshole. Two tongues take their place under my arms and lick gently. I feel like I am going to cum any minute. Then the pair of lips at my bellybutton suddenly move down to blow on my perineum. She taunts me about how there isn't a single spot on my that isn't being tickled.

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you: Good little girls go to Heaven. Bad little girls go EVERYWHERE!"

"AAAAAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHA! "

"Tickly tickly tickly toooo..." She sings happily. "We're all going to tickle you..."

She laughs wickedly as I cum screaming. But even after I have shot my load, the tickles don't stop. I realize that it may never stop...



Trick or Treat



It was late October the quiet time between a busy summer and hustle and bustle of the holiday season. Being just that me and the Mrs. Was enjoying I lazy day at home.

Then there's a knock at the door, not expecting anyone I assume it's some sort of sales call. I raise to answer it and there's a young man standing before me, his out reached hand contains an envelope.

This is for you sir he tells as he faces downward.

I thank him for it and close the door. It's beautiful, longhand written far fancier then my normal. Opening it I find an invitation to a Halloween party and although I don't know whom invited us I do now the address from its name. The Stark Mansion on Olive. This house was built by the family that settled the area in the early 1800's.

I didn't think much of it and set it aside as we continued watching the movie that we've already started.

After the show we share a light dinner together where my asks about the letter that came earlier. I told her the little I knew about it then asked, why would you want to go?

So with my wife interest I reread the invitation out loud. But reading further it reads to arrive by seven o'clock as none will allowed to enter afterward. So with the clock now reading six-thirty there's no time to buy costumes and make it across town to the party.

My wife's memory being far better than mine reminds me we still have the costumes from some years back, shoved in the back of the closet not seeing the light of day since.

Decision to go we scramble as fast as we can to meet the deadline. Now ready we make for the party dressed as two M&M's, she's the sexy green one and I'm the yellow. "The one with nuts."

We arrive and rush for the door, the same young man taking our invitation from us.

You just made it he tells as he closes and locks the door behind us. With the chime of the grandfather clock he announces to all that the doors are locked and will not be opened until first light.

Now is our first of many shocks the night when looking around we are the only ones in costume, all the others dressed to the nines.

A mature woman approaches us and taking our hands she asks us to follow as she makes the offer to find us something to wear. She leads us up the stairs and yo the master quarters, it's a large room with many nice things.

She opens the door to their walk-in closet, racks and racks of garments are before us. She asks us to remove our costumes so to change.

My wife is quick and now stands before both in her bra and matching panties. I'm slower to heed as I remember how hot those costumes were so under mine I'm as naked as a J-bird.

Red faced is remove my last article, my wife finds it funny as she giggles to my situation. Our hostess gives me the once over and upon focusing on my half hard cock she assures me I have nothing to be ashamed of.

Starting with my wife she hands her a short dress, it's at least two sizes too small but she squeezes into it. My cock is at full staff to the sight of her coming out in all the right places.

Now to you she said as she reaches down dragging me along by my cock, to the other end where his clothes is stored. But no such luck for me as I'm yo big for anything he has. We make our way back to the party my wife dressed like a street walker and me dawning a bathrobe.

At the top of the stairs she tell us to continue down and not to worry as we won't be dressed for long. My wife turns to me with fear in her eyes, I squeeze her hand saying not to worry.

As soon as we make it to the base a voice calls out from the top of the stair, we assume it's our host now standing next to the hostess.

Welcome all he shouts, welcome to this year's party. Then he asks for all newcomers to gather at the foot of the stairs, already there we're the first in line.

Then another command as he calls for the "Bowl" the young helper makes his way through everyone as he hold a large bowl over his head.

Now standing on the first step our hostess asks us to draw from the bowl, I reach in and hand her the small piece of paper. She hands it to our host where he reads it and announces "Stranded in the dark!" The others scream with excitement. 

The young man asks us to follow him, he leads us to a large room which is completely empty less two leather covered coffee tables positioned in the middle of the room. We are asked to disrobe as out from his pocket he pulls out two blindfolds.

He then informs us we have three rules to follow, first we must remain in darkness for the entire party and second we are not allowed off our platforms and lastly we must not utter a word. He then places the blindfold over me and that's the last time I see my wife until the break of the new day.

We then listen as the other first years meet their faiths, not having any clue of what they mean.

Our host rings out once again, "Happy Halloween, enjoy all!"

Soon thereafter we can hear the footsteps of others entering the room, I jump as the first hand touches me. Then light pressure is put on my shoulder having me lay down on my back. The feel of soft lips surround my cock, slowly she sucks it's full length stopping to suck hard upon my head.

From I side I hear a familiar sound, it's my wife's moans of pleasure which makes me more comfortable to enjoy the ongoings also. A pair of thighs brush past my ears, settling down upon me is a hairy pussy. Although preferring shave I still service it all in the same. Her clit gets engorged standing proud of her outer lips, I suck upon it as if it was a tiny cock.

As I do so my friend below moves on only to be replaced. This one has talents but because of the ruff feel to insides of my thighs I realize it's a man now sucking me, my first. Again my wife sings out, this time the sound she makes cumming.

I try to send focus away as I don't want to cum yet. Just then my hand is placed around something, it's a large cock. I begin to stroke it as if it was my own. It's longer than mine but maybe a little thinner, he side steps drawing my hand near my vacated mouth. He presses forward driving my hand to be pressed again his balls the remainder finds its way into my mouth.

I squeeze him between my lips and he starts to rock back and forth. It's my first go but I soon find rhythm with it. I'm surprised how much I enjoy the taste of him, then the real surprise when his hot load is released in my mouth. It's salty and sweet at the same time and I swallow it down.

A woman hops up upon me and begins to ride cowgirl, while she continues other visitors visit my face. Both men and women leaving none turned away.

A voice whispers in my ear asking how his wife's pussy feel and before I can answer he warns me now it's my turn. The weight of the woman leaves me then my ankles are drawn upward. I feel him run the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, the sticky cum of others acting as a lube.

I then start to feel his head being pressed in, although I've learned how to relax myself having been toyed by my wife many times he still wait a moment with just his head in allowing my body to adjust. Then inch by inch he presses forward.

I can't say how good it felt, only the sadness I let so many years go by without it. Again a whisper in my ear "my husband sure can fuck".

This time I recognize the voice, it's our hostess and I can only assume it's the host busy fucking me. 

She bites my earlobe and adds "now to that cock." A second later I feel her take me into her mouth.

For many hours at that point I've been used and serviced alike. This is the final blow as I cannot hold back any longer, I blast my load into her creamy pussy shouting to the stars. 

This releases him as I feel the warmth of his seed being planted deep in my ass.

I voice from another room announces dawn is here and the party is over. Our sight is given back to us and we gather our things to leave. 

Not a single word was spoken on the ride home and after we arrive we shower together. Then to bed for some needed sleep.

I turn to my wife and ask "so what happened to you?"

She looked deep in my eyes and said "Well..." 

To be continued.



Trick or Treat



I fucked her and she licked Mary until the three of us began cumming all together at the same time. The aroma in the room was wonderful. The three of us lying there naked. It appeared that they were taking short breaths as their nipples were still hard. Mary had never had her pussy licked and sucked by a woman before. She even told us that her husband wouldn't go down on her past her navel. Then she wanted to know what would we be doing later on in the evening. She was going to be home alone and wanted to know if we could come to her house this evening for drinks. Sheila said why not. We can get together for drinks but lets do it at my place. That way we are certain not to be disturbed.

After they had showered and left my apartment, I was sitting on the sofa watching the news when I decided to get up and walk down to get my mail. As I came out of my apartment a neighbor was walking out as well. We spoke and I let her get on the elevator ahead of me. It looked as though she had just finished working out for her sweats were wet. When the elevator stopped and I walked over to my mail box she did the same thing and said we must have been thinking the same thing. Yes I said standing there waiting on the elevator to return. We got back on the elevator going back to the fifth floor when she out of no where said would you like to have a drink with me sometime. That shocked me. As many times as we had passed or saw each other in the hall she never said anything so I said without hesitation sure I would love that. Then she said I am going to take a shower now and we can have that drink afterwards if you like. You can come with me or I can call you later what ever is best.

I was indeed curious now. I gave her my number and told her to call when she wanted to have that drink. Not knowing what to expect, I decided that I had better be on my best behavior. Then I thought about Mary and Shelia, they would be calling later but it was only seven o'clock and I wouldn't be gone long. For a white lady Natalie was good looking and had the body to go along with it. Every thing was in the right place and her hips were not the normal size for a white girl. But why now all of a sudden she wanted to have a drink with me after three years of seeing me in the hallway and on the elevator.

The question now was what would happened if the other two ladies called before I left what would I say. Would I just leave and go with them or would I tell them that I would be over later. Was this drink that was being offered to me going to lead into other things? All questions would have to be answered as they came about. Telephone ranged a couple of rings before I picked it up and it was my neighbor. I told her that I would be right over. Turned on my answering machine and walked out the door. 

When she opened the door I couldn't believe my eyes. She even looked different than I had seen her before. A black pair slacks with a white blouse and it was fitting. She offered me a seat and asked what I wanted to drink. A beer would be fine I told her. When she came back with the beer she said well her we are smiling. Still I was puzzled as to why all of a sudden she wanted to have a drink with me. So we sat there casually talking about nothing when I asked her why after three years that she just now wanted to have a drink with me. Answering me right away she said that she had been wanting to for a long time but was afraid to say anything to me. Not knowing what I would think about her and didn't know how you or what you felt about women of the opposite race. I told her that we are all human beings regardless of race. I think when I told her that she began to relax more.

We continued making small talk when she asked if I had any plans for the evening. I hope that I am not keeping you from anyone or anything she said. No I told her I didn't have any plans. In which that wasn't a lie because I didn't know if Sheila was going to call or not. We didn't say what time or what. For all I knew it could be the next day when they called me. Natalie passed me another beer and she continued telling me about the break up of her boyfriend. That answered one of my questions. Why was this fine lady without someone. Drinking her Rum and coke, she was fully relaxed. She said that we need to do this again. For a minute I thought that she was telling me that it was time for me to go. Then she said after tonight we could have drinks or just talk once a week or every evening if I didn't mind. Where was she going with this? I was going to just sit there and let her do the talking.

Then the subject changed. She said don't get mad but I am going to tell you something. Before when I was making love with my boyfriend, I was thinking that it was you. I never called your name or anything but when I thought about you making love to me I would have more orgasms than just thinking about him. No he never knew. He just thought that he was doing it all. I told her why would that make me angry. I sat there watching her every move and when she spoke looked her in the eyes. I started to think that I should say something to see just where she was going. So I did. Natalie, have you ever made love to a Black man, I asked her. She didn't blush and said no she hadn't. The only thing black that is been in me is this she said holding up a black dildo.

Since we were on the sex topic, I then wanted a strong drink. Upon her return with my drink I asked her to sit next to me instead of across the room. When she sat down I leaned towards her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Her tongue surprised me when it darted in my mouth as my lips touched hers. I knew then she wanted to make love. I touched her breast to see if she would move my hand and no she didn't. When we broke from the kiss she only said I want you to make love to me tonight. I want you to make me cum like I have never cummed before she said. I want to feel all of you in me now. She got up and reached out her hand for me to grab it as she led me to her bedroom. I didn't get the chance to undress her, when we got in the room she already had her blouse off and was removing her bra. When she got out of her pants and her naked ass was looking at me I could believe my eyes. It was nice and round with long legs following. Moving over and getting in bed as I was undressing she held out her arms an said come get it.

I got in bed next to her and began sucking on her hard nipples. Then she told me that we could do the foreplay next time, right now I want to feel some hard dick in my pussy. I raised her right leg up and positioned myself under her and let my dick find its way to her tight pussy. At first when the head barely entered her she screamed out loud and I thought would she be able to take it. Her pussy was wet but it was just tight. So I asked her if she wanted me to play with it first and she said yes with your hardness. She then took it and guided it back to the tip of her pussy lips. I spreaded the lips apart and let it go in again and again she started screaming. Then she took her arms and put them around me and arched her hips up to meet the hard dick that was going in her pussy. When it got all the way in and was touching everything inside her she didn't need to grip it because it was already tight as can be and when I touched the back of her pussy she let out a lustful moan and cum wet all over my dick.

After she had gotten her first orgasm she began to grind with my movenments. The more I fucked her the more she cummed. Then when I got ready to cum in her she told me that she was about to cum again an again. All she did was cum everytime I made a move inside her. My dick was toouching the top of her pussy, the cervix along with the sides. When we finally cummed together she lay there with tears in her eyes. She then looked at me with my dick still in her pussy and said I never knew that this could be so good and feel so good. 

My first time in a white pussy but then again it is all the same on the inside. Just that this one was tight. Then a thought came to me about something that she had said. We can have the foreplay next time. I was smiling and she wanted to know why. I told her with this being my frist time she had some good pussy. I wasn't lying either it was good, better than I thought it was going to be. After a while of lying there I felt her muscles tighten up on my dick. When she did it again I began to grind slowly in her and she followed me. Now her pussy wasn't as tight as before, full of cum and looking down at her breast they were standing erect pointing right at me. I started sucking on the right one gently and then the left one and putting my hands under her soft hips and squeezing them. She arched her pelvic up to me and held it there for a moment telling that she was cumming all over again. I waited until she had finished cumming before removing my dick and turned her over on her stomach. Told her to get on her knees so that I can give her something from behind.

She had never had it this way before either and when I entered it she said oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh that feels good. For the next two hours we lay there fucking in every position that she had never tried. To include a couple that I had never tried. Natalie told me that she was happy now and got up to take a shower. On her way to the shower I told her I would let myself out and for her to call me later. Getting back to my apartment and checking the answering machine there were no calls. Now it was midnight. Officially Halloween and time for the witching hour. But I wondered why I hadn't heard from the girls. So I decided to call Sheila. When she answered the telephone, I asked her what happen you decided that you didn't want anymore of me. She laughed and said no, Mary wanted to be with me for a while before we called you. She like the way that I licked on her pussy and wanted to see if I could do it again and she can suck a clit good. So I told her to have a good evening.

Natalie knocked on my door and when I went to open it she was standing there all dressed up as a bunny and said "Trick or Treat"!



Trick or Treat



The air was crisp and sweet when she left the office for lunch. She loved living so close to her office; it gave her opportunity for a bit of an afternoon break. She would head home today to rest a while. She had been so busy lately sewing and mending costumes for her nieces and nephews for Halloween. 

As she pulled up in her driveway the mailman was just passing by he waved to her to wait, he was carrying a large parcel and she hoped it was for her.

"Hi, what a nice fall day, isn't it?" He commented.

"Oh my gosh yes, I think one of the last that we'll see though, Halloween is coming up quickly and that usually is it for the nice fall weather." She answered in her usual polite chipper voice.

They chatted for a short time, he was a bit mesmerized by her eyes; he finally realized that he was holding a parcel for her. "Oh, this is yours", he said as he walked up her steps, "I'll set it inside the door for you, it's not too heavy but you shouldn't have to carry it," he said with a polite smile and went on his way.

She hurried into the house to open the box. It wasn't too big or too heavy but she knelt down on the floor to open it just like a child at Christmas time. She loved surprises and this truly was unexpected. No name or return address. "How curious," she thought. She was a bit nervous opening it but more excited than anything. 

She tore the tape off and opened the flaps to reveal a decorated package. It was glossy black paper with large stenciled orange pumpkins and white ghosts, with white, orange and black curly ribbons. Her eyes were big and bright as she lifted it out of the box. Untying the ribbons and loosening the wrapping uncovered a pure white box with a button on the side. She pressed the button and the top popped. A wildly colored jester flew out and carnival music began to play; the jest had an envelop in his hand, she opened it and read aloud, "You are cordially invited to a Hauntingly Wicked Gathering on the Eve of the Hallow. A coach will arrive promptly at 6:30pm to carry you off to an evening of complete pleasure... Proper Attire Please... Dress wisely."

Her heart raced, as did her mind. She immediately saw herself dressed in her shortest black skirt, tiniest lace top, highest patent leather pumps, and red fishnet stockings. Or perhaps she could dress as conservatively as possible; a navy pinstripe suit with the jacket loosely buttoned and hot red under garments. 

Well, whatever it would be she would have to think quickly. Today was the 29th the clock was ticking. She phoned in to the office and took the rest of the afternoon off to gather her 'Proper Attire". This was incredibly fun. She went to the local "Noir Leather" store, which was packed with Halloween shoppers. She was a regular customer and they gave her special treatment. 

She found a black leather skirt that laced up the sides and halter-top that laced up the front. The leather had a sheen to it that made it look midnight blue from one angle and black from the other, so she chose stockings that did the same and stuck with her own black pumps. A few other accessories topped off the outfit for the evening. Hand cuffs, tattoos, and a collar. She had all of this at home in the 'Hope Chest' but the occasion, she thought, called for something new. She was so eager to find out the mystery of the host. Her excitement just grew more and more not knowing.

At the office the next day she would drop hints asking if anyone was having a party or if anyone was invited to one. She didn't get any response that she was satisfied with that would lead her to knowing the whereabouts or the host of the evening. 

She hurried home that evening and prepared for the gathering. A small rose tattoo was placed on her shoulder another on her ankle. Then with a mischievous grin she placed one on her inner thigh up fairly high. She felt very naughty doing this, but since she trimmed and shaved her beautiful mound for the occasion why shouldn't she have a bit more fun. She grinned wondering if anyone would see it.

It was almost the witching hour, 6:30. She peeked through the blinds. A limousine was slowly creeping down the boulevard toward her house. "Oh my, could that be for me?" she wondered. It stopped right in front of her driveway. She ran down the stairs and grabbed her full-length black coat and long orange scarf. Once a year she was allowed to be silly and wear black and orange. She glanced in the mirror at the image and smiled back at it.

The driver was just stepping out to open the door for her. "Good evening, there is a tray of cocktails and appetizers waiting for you, Madame." He closed the door behind her and stepped to the front of the limo and leaned in to the passenger side window and spoke to someone. She couldn't see who it was because the partition was raised dividing the front and back sections. There was music playing softly too, so it was difficult to distinguish a voice.

She sat back and relaxed and helped herself to a few appetizers. She thought perhaps she would hold off on the cocktail until she arrived at the gathering. She wanted to have her composure so that she could enjoy the evening. She did, however, notice that the cocktails included her favorites. Dom Perignon Champagne, Bombay Sapphire, and a bottle of Chateau Larose-Trintaudon. This sent a shiver down to her toes. Someone knew her very well.

The limo arrived at a beautiful estate, one she didn't recognize. The door was opened in the front and the mysterious passenger exited the vehicle. He was cloaked in a long black hooded robe. She still had no idea how she got this invitation. Then her door was opened and she was guided to what appeared to be a library in this exquisite home. She took in the greatness of it. Elaborately carved woodwork, fireplaces, large paintings on the walls, deep rich colors filled each room within her sight. This was the most remarkable home she had ever had the pleasure of being in.

What appeared to be a butler came in and handed her a mask. It was a simple delicately beaded black mask with ties on the back. Without any exchange of words he assisted in tying as she placed it over her eyes. He led her down a long hallway. She could hear laughter of men in a room just ahead of them. Until this point she seemed to know not to ask any questions. She didn't think she would get an answer. That thought was confirmed when she innocently asked, "Who is the host of tonight's gathering?" and the question seemed to fall on deaf ears. The gentleman just kept his forward movement. 

The butler opened the floor to ceiling solid wood carved doors. The aroma of fresh cigars and expensive liquor escaped from the room. The silence was deafening. Every head in the room turned to see her. 

"Ah, finally the slut has arrived." One of the men finally said quite loudly as if announcing her presence. 

She blushed at the thought that they pegged her right away. She then noticed that she was the only female in the room. She stood there vulnerable and ... Ready. Her heartbeat quickened. Her breathing pattern changed. She realized that she truly was ready for whatever the evening might bring.

"Come, slut, we're waiting for you." A very deep masculine voice commanded.

She obeyed and stepped to the center of the room with eyes cast downward. Each one of the men was examining her, watching her every movement, studying her. 

"You are our pet tonight to use as we see fit, you will obey our instructions without hesitation. Is this understood?" 

"Yes, Sir." She obediently answered and stepped to the center of the room.

"pet, you will refer to us by the names on our tags; learn them quickly because they will be removed soon."

She began scanning the lapels of their tuxedos studying names and faces. Some had slim faces, some round, some bearded others clean-shaven. She placed each one with the name on the tag. 

Dom had a thick graying beard, he was very distinguished and the name fit perfectly. He was holding a glass of Champaign.

Master was tall and very well built with sandy hair and strong hands. He was holding a large heavy crystal rock tumble half full of a rich amber color liquid she assumed was an aged brandy.

Sir was a very tall man with broad shoulders and a closely trimmed salt and pepper beard. He held a wine glass with one hand and a thick long cigar in the other. The liquid in his glass was deep red. He had a beautiful curl to the corner of his lip and warm soft eyes.

There were others a bit further away. She was straining to see the tags but couldn't. The mask she was wearing was obstructing her vision slightly and she had a hard time focusing. She had to learn them; she knew they were toying with her.

Master spoke up, "Are you learning our names, pet? The punishment for not knowing will be severe."

A tingle came over her skin at the thought of that punishment. She was still straining to see the names of the others.

One of them she thought said 'slave' could that be right. They all seemed to be Dominates." She was thinking.

She caught the tag of a very slender sandy haired clean-shaven man, his tag said 'john'. 

The gentleman in the corner of the room had a broad smile and cheerful eyes, with she believed his name to be bob ... or maybe don. She would have to figure that one out.

Master nodded toward the group. The Doms came forward. "Address your Doms, pet"

"Good evening, Dom, Master, Sir... how may I serve You tonight?" She said with her eyes cast downward.

Dom walked to her back and ran his fingers through her hair and grabbed a handful pulling her back. Her mouth opened reflexively. He brought her to her knees then buried her face into Sir's crotch. Unzipping him with her teeth she felt his hardness against her lips. His thick cock popped out at her and slid into her mouth. She took him in effortlessly. 

As instructed, john then slid in under her and began to lap up the juices dripping down her thigh. Master raised her skirt over her full hips and came down with a swift smack reddening her beautiful bottom.

Her head was swirling. She felt dizzy, almost intoxicated by the scene. She hadn't had a drop of alcohol and was glad for that; she wanted to be able to experience this wonderful evening. 

In the corner of the room, slave stood with his arms at his sides and his chin to his chest, he was trying to watch, but it seemed he didn't want to get caught. He would peek every so often. Sir called him to the center of the room with the others. 

"You would like a taste of this slut wouldn't you, slave?" He asked in his very strong voice.

"Yes, please, Sir, I would." He almost begged.

"Get down on your knees before this pet then and take in her scent." He instructed.

She came off of the cock and stood straight up for slave. Her cunt was throbbing so deep. Her juices were flowing. Slave knelt very close to her cunt and breathed her in deeply, sucking the air in near her trying to obtain the taste of her sweet smell. A swift smack with a paddle sent her forward unexpectedly, her cunt was thrust onto slave's lips and she moaned. 

"Oh, john, take me... Please take me." She whispered.

Master stopped everyone with a single snap of a whip. "slut, how is it that you addressed this man?" as he gestured to slave.

"Sir, I called him john." She stated confidently.

Slave stood and showed his nametag. Clearly she could read it now. It said 'slave'.

"Bend over and grab your ankles, slut, while you stroke my cock with your tongue." 

Master passed the whip to slave as she grabbed her ankles and took his cock in. Her bottom was high in the air. Bare. Vulnerable. Ready. 

She felt the sting of the whip against her bottom. It startled her and sent that cock deep into her throat causing a deep groan from Master.

Seated in the corner in a huge overstuffed chair was bob, pulling his cock hard and fast. Beating and stroking with his eyes fixed on the scene. He was ready to cum she could see it. His cock was a deep crimson. Full. Thick. She wanted it. Her eyes kept darting there. 

Dom noticed this glance. "Naughty little pet, what are you looking for?"

"That cock, Dom, is about to cum." She glanced back over to bob. "Please my I have some, Sir?... um, I mean... please my I have some, Dom?"

"Ah, pet, you caught yourself'" he said with a grin, "but you still must be punished for this indiscretion." "Prepare please. Remove the books and ashtrays from the table and lay down on your back with your legs spread."

She did just as instructed with her heart beating so fast she was trembling. She removed the books and set them carefully on the floor, then the ashtrays, setting them aside on another table. She had to take a few steps; her knees were shaking a bit. Of course they noticed but they were kind; john held her arm to steady her a bit.

She prepared for her punishment. She sat at the edge of the large oak table and slowly lowered herself onto her back then spread her legs and closed her eyes lightly not knowing what to expect.

Dom instructed slave to take her left ankle and hold it to the corner of the table, john was told to take her right ankle and hold it to the corner of the table, and bob then stood at the head of the table his hard cock still in hand and held her wrists together over her head. 

Dom, Sir and Master slowly unzipped. Her eyes opened at that sound. It was one of her favorites next to her Master's moans.

"It's time bob, to spill your cum." Dom instructed. "It must be wasted. This slut was too naughty to be deserving of your cum. Spray onto the table at her side."

She winced and groaned. "Oh, pet... the night is still young. Be careful and perhaps you will be deserving of your treat." Dom whispered as he leaned into her.

Her back arched as she tried to keep from moaning again and Sir reached down and pinched her tight nipple. She relaxed and settled in to her punishment.

They each took a turn swatting her bare wet cunt until it was swelling and red. A tear fell from her eye. She knew she had to try harder and that her rewards would be great. 

Dom was standing at the foot of the table now and reached down with his cool hand to stroke her thigh. She had forgotten about the tattoo she placed there earlier. "What's this pet? Aren't you naughty, did you expect this to be seen tonight by anyone?"

She didn't answer at first; she had to think about that. Of course she was hoping someone would see this... "yes, Dom, that is what I was hoping for." 

"So befitting a good slut" and he smacked her thigh hard, and grabbed her knees and brought her wet cunt to the edge of the table. He knelt down and ravaged her fuck hole while slave and john held her ankles. 

Once again bob was jerking hard trying to concentrate hard on holding her arms above her head. Master whispered something to bob and he stood over her. He was beating hard now shaking with a droplet of precum forming on the head of that red cock. He smacked it onto her cheek. Her mouth instinctively opened to accept bob's cock. He came hard for her spaying her face, her hair, and her neck. So much cum from that cock. A warmth over her belly drew her attention there. Dom sprayed jets of his creamy white seed onto her belly. More cum across her shoulder. Master exploded onto her. She realized that her legs were no longer being held and john, slave and bob were turning her onto her stomach raising her bottom in the air. A hard slap across her bottom wettened her cunt. The juices ran down her thigh; john scooped them up and covered his thick hard cock and slid into her tight hole. Her ravaged that hole as slave lapped her juices from under her until john pulled back and came across her bottom. 

Master, Dom and Sir now held her in place as slave ravaged her bottom and her cunt. He coated his cock with her juices from her cunt and rammed hard into her bottom that was taken so many times already this evening.

The men continued to pleasure themselves with her holes for sometime. They used every hole over and over. They left her used and spent, spread out on the table; a banquet for all of them.

She felt like she was floating on a cloud. She could hear them talking; they were once again drinking their fragrant beverages and smoking their rich cigars. She dozed and wondered if there would be more for her that night.

She woke what seemed like just a moment later, still spread on the table. A splinter of sunlight shone through the heavy draperies. She felt a soft hand caressing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open to the wonderful vision of her Master at her side. 

"My beautiful pet..." He whispered into her ear and sent a wanton shiver through her body.



Trick or Treat



My wife and I hang with the same group we have been with since back in high school. We were all a little wild back then but we calmed down after we all got married.

The wildest of all the girls was Ava. After graduation, Ava screwed every guy in the group before she settled down a bit and married Art. I don't know if Art screwed every girl in the group, but if he didn't it was not for lack of trying.

Several of the other guys and girls in the group had screwed each other before we all got married. However, for a long while since that time I don't believe that any of the husbands and wives screwed anyone other than their spouse. However, a few years have passed and I can see sparks whenever certain people glance at each other. It has become obvious that there is going to be some cheating, but how and when has maybe not yet been decided.

As Halloween approaches, Ava decides the matter!

It seems very innocent and simple. There is to be a Halloween party at Art and Ava's house. Of course everyone will be in costume and there will be drinking, dancing and the usual Halloween games. Well, actually we find out that this Halloween there are to be some unusual games.

The invitation is deceptively simple. Ava has a web site and she puts the address of the web site in the invitation. Ava also furnishes a password to the web site with the invitation. When we sign into the web site, there are lists of costumes. There is one list for the ladies and one list for the men. Each couple can choose costumes, on a first come first served basis.

The costumes are sort of paired. There is a cave woman and an ape. There is a farm girl and a horse. There is a schoolgirl and a dog, etc.

The first sign of what is to come is the selection. My wife decides that she wants to be the cave woman. I don't really care, so I agree to be the ape. However, I find that I can't be the ape. Once my wife selects cave woman, the ape choice becomes inactive, [at least for me.] I can be a dog, a horse, a sheep, etc. However, I can't be an ape because I am blocked from the choice by the web site.

I can see what is happening, although I can't quite believe it. I am not quite sure what I should do, but I notice that Megan is to be a lion tamer. So, I decide to be a lion.

OK, with all of the costume choices decided, all of the ladies get together to discuss the evening. My wife leaves confident and full of fun. She comes back shell-shocked. She sits me down and begins a sort of lecture.

It seems that Bea has been caught cheating with some guy from her work. Carol has also been caught cheating with some guy. Bea's husband Ben and also Carl, Carol's husband, are talking divorce. Then Fred accuses his wife Fran of cheating. Fred is madder than hell and is apparently going to beat Fran up. Fran has run to Ava for help. Ava and Art then manage to fend off Fred. Fred finally calms down, but says that Fran is a no good tramp who would fuck a dog. Afterward, Ben, Carl and Fred get together and there is apparently a long discussion of what kind of animal each guy's wife would fuck.

Apparently there is also suspicion that there might have been more cheating in the group.

Then Ava gets an idea. She discusses the idea with at least some of the other wives.

Dani doesn't tell me what the idea is right off, instead she asks me why I decided to become a lion.

Fortunately I have figured out what is happening and I have a story. I ask, "Dani, when you go to Valley High and you play sports, what kind of animal are you?"

Dani laughs and says, "A Valley Lion, of course!"

Taking advantage of the moment, I start a 'Lion Roar' and we finish together, including a spirited, " . . . fight, team, fight!"

Dani then continues, "OK, Mr. King of beasts. Just as long as it doesn't have anything to do with Megan."

Playing dumb, I say, "Well Megan was a Valley Lionette, just as you were back then."

Dani says, "Whatever. Now listen, the ladies costumes are going to be very skimpy this Halloween. I have picked out a cave woman outfit that you are not going to like, but it is the same kind of thing that the other ladies will wear. I don't need any crap about my costume."

I say, "OK, honey. However, I need to rent a lion costume."

Dani says, "I already got you one. It seems that Ava got hold of some old animal costumes and I will have to do a little fitting and sewing on yours."

Over the next few days, we do a little fitting on my costume but, of course, I never get to see Dani's costume. My costume is just a thin fabric, brown, one-piece union suit type thing with a big lion mane. I will also have painted on whiskers.

One thing that maybe troubles me a bit about my costume is that there is a slit in the front and my cock will slip out if I am not very careful. I mention my worry to Dani.

Dani smiles at me and says, "All of the male costumes have the same kind of slit."

Halloween night I get home from work and Dani runs me through dinner and a couple of stiff drinks. Then I am told to get dressed in my costume. I am late and I am to get dressed at the speed of sound. Of course, in the process Dani informs me that I am not to wear any underwear. I ask if Dani is going to wear underwear. Of course, Dani won't tell me and I will just have to 'wait and see.'

We drive over to Art and Ava's house with coats covering our costumes. Most of the rest of the people are there by the time we get there.

When we into the house and get our coats off, it is obvious that I am not wearing underwear. However, no one really notices the fact, because Dani is a topless cave woman wearing only a little [and I mean little] skirt of fake animal hide. Well, actually Dani also wears sandals, although I doubt if real cave women wore high-heeled sandals.

Dani is the only lady who is actually topless, although all of the ladies are wearing costumes that have either sheer cloth or thin, very tight fitting tops.

The games begin. As you have probably guessed, each lady is to screw an animal.

Ava is a circus clown and will screw a bear [aka Fred.] To my real shock, the action takes place on a large gym mat in the middle of the living room floor. Ava gets down on all fours, flips up her clown skirt, revealing no panties, and the condom clad bear mounts her.

We all watch as Ava and the bear get down! Ava wiggles and urges the bear to, "Stick it in, all the way!" The bear holds Ava by her hips and thrusts strongly into her. At the end of each stroke there is a little jerk that can be seen in the quick motion of Ava's tits under very thin fabric. The action continues for a while and then begins to pick up speed. Ava is no longer saying words but just moaning with each stroke. Suddenly, Ava visibly stiffens and shakes. You can hear the bear grunt as he shoots his cum, pulled into orgasm by Ava's climax.

When it is over a moment of silence descends upon the crowd.

I have never actually watched two people fuck and I strongly suspect that no one else in the room has either.

It might have stopped right at that point, but Bea steps forward, helps Ava up and then drops her skirt and takes her place. Bea is Little Bo Peep and her faithful sheep follows right along.

The action is wild and wooly! Sheep has a bigger cock than bear did and he uses it in Bea. Bea does not show the wiggle that Ava did, but takes the big sheep cock deep in her pussy. Bea moans right from the start and, although there are no words, means to say 'fuck me hard!' Sheep does as he is asked and the moans get deeper and more demanding. Sheep adds his own grunts to Bea's moans and they reach an apparent shattering climax together!

Megan steps forward and I realize that it is also my turn. I worried that I might not get hard in front of other people. Hell, I am as hard as a tree branch! Megan stands and faces me, holding her 'lion tamer' leather skirt closed. I rip it away and toss in into the crowd. Hot looking Megan, the ex-homecoming queen, then gets down on all fours and awaits me. I slide my condom clad lion cock into the hottest, wettest pussy I have ever felt. I get my full length in on the first stroke and began to slowly and powerfully fuck the girl I have dreamed about since my freshman year in high school. I am so intent upon getting every bit of pleasure out of each stroke that I am startled when I feel Megan tighten and climax. I am still not ready and continued to stroke. Quickly Megan gets into one climax per stroke and finally collapses onto the mat. I am not going to let my dream fuck end without cumming in Megan. I turn her over and remount her. I drive my cock deep and work myself up to a full climax, shooting my cum in Megan and finally achieving release!

Since I am on top of her, I dismount and help Megan up and we walk down the hall to the bathrooms. By the time I get back from the bathroom, I see my 'cave woman' wife being fucked by an ape!

Dani has the biggest tits in the group and each ape stroke causes her big globes to sort of ripple. Dani does not even like to make love with the light on and I can not believe that she is fucking in front of the others. Unlike the noisy Ava and Bea, Dani is quiet until the very last, when she lets out a long, low moan. I can see the ape shudder and shoot his cum, apparently drawn along by Dani's climax.

Our group is probably not so awfully different from any group of young marrieds. Thus, I am a little shocked to stand with my cock sticking out through the fly of my lion costume, talking to a 'dance hall girl' whose skirt is so short I can see her labia below the hem. She asks me, "Are you looking at this?" and then raises the front of her skirt to give me a better view.

We are the first couple for the second round!

Later I see Dani standing with several 'animals' and letting them feel her big tits with the obvious intention of fucking the first guy who gets hard. Dani has lost her little cave woman skirt and is wearing only her high heel sandals.

The other women are in various stages of undress. Most of them have on either a top or a bottom, but not both.

The men are pretty much all dressed in their animal costumes, but with a cock sticking out.

The bear is fingering Carol's bare cunt and she is objecting. She says, "I don't wanna cum with your damn fingers. If you want to work on my pussy, use your cock!"

The bear is hard and he does as he is told.

I end the evening with Ava sitting on my lap with my cock inside her. We gently rock back and forth as I lick her tits. Across from us is Dani, sitting on a sheep cock while he licks her huge tits. It is definitely better than bobbing for apples!

The party finally breaks up when drunken, nude Dani and bottomless Eve want to go out trick or treating. Those of us who are marginally less drunk decide that an arrest for indecent exposure will not work well in our suburban community. I won't say that we convince either lady, although Ed does finally take his wife back to the mat and fucks her into submission.

I finally get Dani to put back on her coat, if not her little cave woman skirt.

The cold night air gets to Dani a little on the way out to the car and she sits beside me saying, "Omigod, what did I do? How will I face the others tomorrow?"

I ask, "What was it you did that the other ladies did not do?"

Dani takes a deep breath and says, "Well, nothing. Although, Bea did want to eat my pussy out on the mat. That would have been something different!"

I say, "Well, I think we need to spend more time working with those big tits of yours. Then you won't get so many crazy ideas."

Dani arches her back to display her big beauties. She says, "It was not my idea, it was Bea's idea."

I say, "Well then, you need to talk to Bea and Ava and whoever else has ideas, to find out what is going to happen in the future. Then, we need to talk." 



Trick or Treat



"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, yeah! I'm gonna cum in your sweet pussy!" Lion suddenly thrust as hard as he could, and didn't withdraw right away. She tightened the walls of her cunt against him as she felt his cum hit the back of her hungry pussy. 

"That's it Lion, feed Tiger's pussy with your spunk. I want to feel it spurt inside of me." 

She began slapping her swollen clit lightly with her 3 fingers. As she did, he emptied all of his cum inside of her. The tip of his cock was now stimulating her magic spot, and she gushed and spurted her fluids all over his shaft, his thighs and his belly as she clawed his back, pressing his body against hers one final time. 

They rinsed off and dried each other with two large fluffy towels and curled up in the Lion's den for a nap.

"So what do you like better on Halloween, Tricks or Treats?" Lion asked Tiger.

You be the judge.



Trick or Treat



Jay walked up behind Cyndy and wrapped his arms around her. A small shriek of surprise from her lips turned into a moan of desire, as she knew whose arms were wrapped around her. He roughly grabbed her hair and spun her around to face him.

"Lemme guess, you're horny?" she said.

He ran the tip of one of his fingers from the bottom of her ear to the base of her neck. "No, I just missed you," he growled.

"Oh really, what brought that on?" she purred as she lewdly rubbed her tits against his chest.

"Oh I don't know. The black and orange decorations. The mounds of candy. The party that you're going to be having but didn't see fit to invite me, gee I don't know what caused me to want to fuck you," he said as he tossed her backwards onto the floor.

With a startled gasp, she pulled at her blouse trying to get it off and out of the way. She had always loved when he chewed on her nipples as he rammed his cock into her cunt. It had always been that way with them. Hard, rough, nasty, raunchy and dirty sex; nothing had ever been taboo to them in their touching. She felt his hands fumbling for the top of her jeans as he suddenly just tore open the button.

He felt her hands moving over his chest as she moaned her excitement and pleasure as the rough way that he was taking her. He reached over, picked up a fake set of handcuffs off the table, and hooked her hands over her head around the leg of the chair.

Suddenly he flipped her over onto her stomach and rammed two fingers into her cunt. She squeaked with surprise. "What is this slut you're not ready for me instantly. I am shocked, you're slacking, you will have to be punished for this you know," he said as he hand descended onto her upturned ass. He slapped her cheeks repeatedly until she had tears of pain and pleasure running down her makeup-streaked face.

Cyndy had just a moment to think before she felt the thick head of his huge cock rubbing against the opening of her body. She pushed her hips back like a bitch in heat wanting him to fuck her. She growled in frustration as she felt him pull away from her. He gave a sharp sound and then suddenly she felt him shoving his cock into her ass.

"Yes bitch, take my dick in your ass. You have always been such a nasty little fuck. Take it, take it all, you know you want it my slut," he all but purred in her ear.

She pretended to fight him for a moment but she knew that he was right. She would always want him even as she told everyone that she hated him. She pushed back against him, moaning and panting, begging him for more.

He grabbed her hips and started to slam fuck her as hard as he could. She looked up a moment thinking she heard something. "Did you hear something?" she said between moaning.

"No, it's probably just the trick or treaters roaming around outside wanting some candy. You don't have any lights on so you should be okay," he replied as his balls continued their beat against her swollen lips.

He reached forward and roughly pinched and twisted her nipples. She cried out but he knew that cry, it only meant that she wanted more. He continued to torment her nipples then said, "Say thank you bitch."

"Th-thank you, please more, harder, please fuck my ass harder," she begged him as she pushed back against his slamming hips with everything that was in her. Her hands were still cuffed together with the stupid fake orange with black fur handcuffs that he had used on her.

Without warning, he shoved against her hard and groaned loudly. She felt his cum shooting into her asshole. He quickly pulled from her dirty hole and stopped touching her. She looked at him with confusion, as she had not cum yet.

He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her around until his cock was pointed at her face. "Clean me," he said simply.

She looked at him for the briefest of moments then she moved her eyes to his cock and licked at her lips. She could see his cock was covered in his cum and shit from her own ass. She opened her mouth and eagerly started suckling on his cock, licking at it as if it were a lollipop. 

A noise brought them both to stillness and then the lights shone in the room. Cyndy pulled her mouth from his cock and looked around. Jay stood up and surveyed all of the people standing around looking at them. He noticed that Cyndy's husband Adam was there, several of the other teachers from the school that she worked at where there and many of the people that worked with her husband were standing there with their mouths hanging open.

"Um, Cyndy, um I was trying to surprise you. Everyone was here to celebrate our anniversary. You always said that because it was on Halloween that it's never remembered," said her husband quietly.

She stood there half-naked looking at everyone and then slowly turned to Jay. He looked back at her and picked up a napkin off the table that had a pumpkin carved on the front. "You still have some brown on your lips," he said as he wiped her mouth. 

He placed the soiled napkin in her hands, pushed his cock into his pants and walked out the front door leaving it open. 



Trick or Treat



I sat dozing in my chair; the ten o clock news was going off. Crap! I thought as I realized I had missed the entire hour of news. While gathering up the two empty beer bottles I hear the door bell ring. What the hell? I looked at my watch it was eleven o clock, its awful late for trick or treaters. Setting the bottle back down I hurried to the door with a feeling of dread, I'll bet its some damn teenagers out for pranks. I jerked the door open. 

"What?" I demanded. 

A young woman was standing on my front steps. Her long auburn hair was pulled into pony tails on either side of her head. She wore a tight fitting low-cut white sweater that ended just above her navel.

Even though she was dressed like a high school cheerleader, she was to well- developed to be anything but in her mid-twenties. 

I could just make out the black lacy bra she wore underneath. 

Her long shapely legs were crowned with a short skirt that bounced enticingly as she moved. 

In one hand she held pompoms, and in the other hand she held a plastic pumpkin with an idiotic grinning face. 

"Trick or treat?" she said with a giggle shaking her pompoms causing her titties to bounce and jiggle, threatening to spill from her tight sweater.

My eyes were devouring her bouncing tits as I heard myself whisper, "Yeah."

"Mister?" She lifted her pumpkin up and shook it. It rattled pathetically with the few pieces of candy it held. "Trick or treat?" 

I looked at her for face for the first time I think since opening the door. She had a seductive smile on her brightly painted red lips, and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. A deliciously sexy smattering of freckles covered her nose and cheeks. They were obviously painted on. 

I could feel my cock beginning to get hard and press against my jeans. Absently I reached down to rub the forming erection. Her eyes widened as my movement drew her attention to my crotch.

I think I knew the game this very sexy woman was trying to play and I took the bait.

"Trick," I replied with a grin. 

She looked at me kind of blankly for a second as if she didn't understand or expect my answer then took a step forward grabbing the waist of my jeans. She rubbed my cock through the heavy denim material making me moan. She unbuttoned the fly with a new found urgency and tugged them down to my knees. My semi-hard cock jumped forward finally freed from the confines of the pants, without hesitation she reached out and touched its silky smooth shaft. A jolt of lighting shot through my body at her touch and I rolled my hips forward into her hand. 

The cheerleader looks around at the empty street, before looking up at me and grinning. She plunged my cock into the hot wetness of her mouth, sucking deeply before slowly sliding it back out and circling the head with her tongue. Moaning enthusiastically she began to take long deep sucking strokes. I reached up to grab the door frame with one hand and the back of her head with the other. 

She pulled my cock from her mouth licked my balls, inhaling my hot scent as she sucked first one and then the other into her mouth. Teasing them with her tongue and sucking on them as they began to get tight. 

She reached up with one hand to stroke my cock while she continuing to play with my balls, stroking its now fully erect shaft with her soft fingers. A little dribble of pre cum forms on the head of my hard dick as she squeezed it a little harder. My balls pop from her mouth and she growls softly as her bright red lips close over the head once more, sucking the pre cum greedily. 

I pull her face hard onto my cock and she sucks harder as I begin thrusting into her hot hungry mouth. She lets out a little surprised gasp as it hits the back of her mouth. Her gasp soon turns to a moan of wanton desire. 

My thrusting become harder driving my long cock deep into her mouth, till it meets a tight resistance, tighter than any ass, I give another powerful thrust and she gags a bit as my cock pops down her throat. 

I still my hips; my legs start trembling as I feel the tightness of her throat around my cock, nearly driving me over the edge. 

I pull back just a little letting the tightness in my cock and balls ease. Slobber begins to trickle from the cheerleader's mouth as she hungrily begins to pull on my cock with her mouth, making sexy sucking noises echo over the empty street.

The insistent sucking shatters what is left of my control, and I let go of the door, grabbing her silky pony tails. Using them to pull her face tight to my hips and steady her face as I start thrusting hard and deep into her mouth. 

She whimpers softly on my cock as her pony tails are pulled and held tightly. Her body stiffens as my cock roughly slams in and out of her mouth. Her slurping sucks get louder as he tries to keep up with my pace, drool spills down her chin and my cock, dribbling onto my balls. 

The sight of my cock driving past the smeared red lipstick pushed me over the edge. My cock swells and my balls tighten painfully. My thrusting becomes a bit more erratic as I feel the first spurt of cum bursting from my cock, filling her small mouth. 

"Fuck yeah!" I yell as my hard cock spasms and the cum keeps pouring out. I thrust my jumping cock as deep into her wanton mouth as I can. 

It feels like my cock is jumping forever and I can feel the persistent sucking on my cock as she swallows every drop, then licks the shaft and head gently, teasingly, her whole body wanting more. Trembling I let my still semi-erect cock slip from her wet ruby lips. 

I look down at her and see her flushed face, her freckles obviously painted on are smeared from the grinding of my hips to her face, her breast heaving in her tight sweater. 

"Now it's my turn," She whispers seductively. 

"Huh?" My mind was a little foggy.

"Well, you got your trick. Now I get my treat." Her pink tongue slides over her wet lips, gathering any dribbles of stray cum. 

"Okay," I moan softly as my cock starts feeling tight again.

I reach out a hand to help her to her feet and lead her into the house. I take her into the living room and bend her over the couch. My cock starts throbbing again as her very short skirt rides up over her ass and I can see the tight white panties stretched across her pussy. She giggles as I pin her chest down on the cushions with one hand rub her wet panties, with the other. I tease her swollen clit through the soft cotton and her giggles turn to soft moans. Roughly I run my fingers up and down her pussy stopping only to teas her clit mercilessly. The dark wet spot on her panties spreading as she get more and more aroused. 

I lifted my hand back and let it land sharply on the milky white skin of her ass. She jumps and wiggles her ass trying to escape, as another sharp smack lands on her other ass check. I watched the red hand print began to form on her ass and she hold her breath, he ass and thigh muscles clenched, waiting for another smack. 

I wait until I see her relax before bringing my hand down again over both her ass cheeks, causing her to squeal and kick her feet futilely.

A feeling of power fills me as I watched her gasping struggling form, and I began to spank her again, five hard smacks that leave her gasping.

"That is for being such a naughty girl," I growl at her, "and trick or treating so late at a stranger's house." 

The loud stinging smacks are quickly followed up by five more, harder than the first and the gasps turn to moans.

"That is for going into a stranger's house." I said sternly.

Ten more, hard solid smacks over her she is no longer trying to avoid each smack, instead her hot ass rises to each one and she moans shuddering. I begin smacking her thighs, watching them turn red. Panting she lifts her ass wiggling it at me, so I smack her once more hard, and her pants turn to low lust filled moans.

"That is for being a wanton slut." I pull her panties down over the hot skin of her ass shoving her legs wide apart. Her quivering pussy was wet, and as I stroked her red swollen lips she rolls her hips back to my fingers begging for more. 

I pulled my cock back out of my jeans and stroke it as I watch her lying over the arm of the couch. The smell of her dripping pussy fills the air. 

Moving behind her, I stroked her wet cunt with my cock before plunging into her tight silky wet hole. She pushes herself up off the couch and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her sweater down exposing her large tits, pinching her nipples through the black lacy bra. Her cunt feels so good grabbing at my cock as I slowly pump in and out of her, savoring the feeling of her moving beneath my hips as I pinch her nipples roughly. 

Sliding my hands up around to her back and down to her ass I begin to slam my cock into her harder, the sucking sound of my cock plunging deep into her cunt makes me crazy, and I pull her hips to my cock, slamming deep before puling out just a little. Spreading her ass cheeks can see her tight little rose hole. It looks so tight and inviting; I spit on her ass and watch it run down to her hole. Using my thumb I rub the spit into her hole... mmm... it's tight, and it squeezes my thumb as I lube it up good. Spitting on her ass again I rub it into her ass once more and shove my thumb in deep. She stiffens giving a whimper of pain, then pushes back onto my thumb opening her ass to me. I can feel my cock with my thumb through the wall of her ass. I slowly begin thrusting into her pussy, my thumb matching each thrust in her ass. 

Pulling my cock from her cunt, she whimpers again, this time because of its absence; using the head I rub her juices up around her ass, then guide my cock into the tight hole. My gasp meets hers, both as gasp of surprise, hers at the size of the cock filling and stretching her tight hole, mine at how tight her ass is, as it grabs my cock sucking it in deeper. 

My balls tighten up and I know it won't be long till I cum again, so I reach around and rub her clit, as I start pounding her ass, deep and hard, she starts moaning and I am a bit startled as the moans turn to a throaty scream.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass, fuck my dirty ass deep and hard!"

I rub her clit harder my cock slamming deep and hard into her ass, thrust after thrust until I feel her stiffen beneath me. Her ass tightens on my cock like a vice and I know her orgasm is going to hit hard as she arches her back pushing her tight ass to my hungry dick. She throws her head back as she peaks. 

"Yess, fuuuck meee!" She screams as I feel her ass hole grab my cock tightly as she cums. I keep pounding her tight hole, until I feel my own orgasm breaking, pulling my throbbing cock out of her ass I jerk off all over her red ass, my cum splashing the red handprints and slowly dribbling down her cheeks to her things. 

She wiggles her ass against me as the final waves of orgasm rush over us. 

Without a word she stands up straightens her skirt, grabs her discarded pumpkin and pom poms and walks out the still open front door. 

I watch the door open for a few seconds wondering if that just happened. I grabbed another beer from the fridge and had just set down when I hear a car door slam.

My wife walks in the door, wearing a long trench coat against the crisp autumn air. She hugs me tightly and we sit down on the couch together, our lips lock in a hot embrace.

"Did you get any trick or treaters?" She asks between kisses.

"Just a few." 

Her lips move from my mouth down to my jaw as she nibbles her way to my ear. Shivers rip through me and I push her back on the couch, pulling the belt of the trench coat loose. She moans huskily as I pull her breast free and lightly pinch the nipples before whispering hotly in her ear. "Honey?"

"Mmmm?" She gasps as I pinch her nipple harder.

"Your freckles are smeared."



Trick or Treat, Bitch



Carol sat in the break room at work with several of her co-workers both male and female and said to them, "You guys remember a few weeks ago when I told you that Brenden wanted to try anal sex and I was too scared?"

Amanda sighed loudly and said, "Did he do it or not, Carol? This is getting very boring; it's always the same old song and dance with you." Carol shot a cold look at Amanda and said, "For your information, we are going to do it tonight, at a friend's Halloween party."

Steve looked up and said, "You mean to tell me that you are so worried about taking it up the ass that you're really going to let your husband ass fuck you at a Halloween party?"

"Why not?" Carol asked.

Steve said, "Well, for one it's not your house for two, it's your first time. I've been told first time anal can hurt."

"Well, we are going to do it anyway," Carol said before she looked up to see the Human Resources manager looking down at her with a disdainful look on her face. 

"My office now, Carol," the manager stated.

Thirty minutes later Carol was without a job and on her way home, she quickly called Brenden and told him that she had gotten fired over a sexual harassment violation. Brenden said to her, "Damn it, Carol can you not keep your mouth shut about anything?"

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to get fired over it," Carol said. "Listen, I'm going home to get ready for the party tonight, anything you need?"

"You to get a new job," Brenden said sounding very stern.

"It's too late today," Carol explained. "I'll start making calls Monday morning."

"Sure, you will," Brenden said to her. 

"I love you, baby," Carol said to him.

"I love you too," Brenden replied before he hung up.

Later that night, Brenden walked into to the house and found that Carol was dressed in her outfit for the party, she had on a sweatshirt that read "Camp Crystal Lake" on the front and on the back it said, "Counselor" and she also had on a pair very tight, very short pair of shorts.

Brenden whistled and said, "Damn, you look about a million times better than any counselor that Jason Voorhees ever killed in any of those movies."

Carol laughed and said, "This was all your idea, Brenden, I don't watch scary movies, remember?"

"Yeah, you big chicken," Brenden said as he headed to the bedroom to get dressed. As he was pulling his costume out of the back of the closet Carol said to him, "I'm going to go fix my hair."

"Ok," Brenden replied. "Oh, by the way, did you take care of your ass like I asked? I'd hate to be doing this at Martin's house and then end up with a bigger mess on our hands than we are expecting."

"Yes, Brenden, I took care of everything! I can't believe I willingly gave myself an enema, either," Carol said as she turned back toward the bathroom.

Brenden told her, "Some people find that enemas can be erotic!"

"I'm not one of them," Carol said.

Twenty minutes later, Brenden snuck up behind Carol in the bathroom and slid the fake knife up to her throat in his full Jason Voorhees's outfit, hockey mask, shredded shirt and filthy trousers. Carol was still applying the make up for the slit throat that she was going to have on. "Brenden, you're going to ruin it, baby." She turned around and looked at him and glanced at his outfit and said, "What did you do? Go out and roll in the dirt?"

"Yeah," Brenden said, "I'm going for authenticity here."

"Okay," Carol said, "A bit much if you ask me."

"Come on, let's go, or we're going to be late," Brenden said to her as he took his hockey mask off to show her that he was wearing a hood that made his head look just like that of Jason Voorhees.

"Oooooh, scary," Carol laughed at him.

"Yeah, you're going to think real scary when I get my dick in your ass later," Brenden said.

"You're obsessed with my ass," Carol told him.

"Ever since you agreed to let me have it on Halloween, I've counted the days," Brenden said.

"Did you bring the lube?" Carol asked him very seriously.

"Right here," Brenden said pulling it out of his pants pocket.

"Then let's go," Carol told him.

Once they arrived at the party the two mingled together for quite a while until they got separated and Brenden had told Carol that his signal that it was time was going to be when he snuck up behind her and put the knife to her neck as he had in the bathroom. 

For nearly an hour, Carol looked around for Brenden because it was getting late and she was getting very tired at this point. She put her head around the corner and when she did so, Brenden placed his hand over her mouth and the knife up to her neck. He guided her to the master bedroom and threw her on the bed before he locked the door to the room. She looked up in mock fear and lifted her hands and said, "Please don't hurt me, please."

Instead of a response, Brenden tossed the knife aside and grabbed the snap on Carol's shorts and quickly unsnapped them.

"Oh, no, you're not going to rape me are you?" Carol asked still faking her fear.

Brenden nodded and in a muffled voice said, "In all your holes, bitch!"

In shock, Carol looked up and him at for the moment dropped the scared little teenager act and said, "Don't be such an asshole or you won't get my asshole." With a small chuckle, Brenden reached down behind her ass and yanked the shorts from her body and tossed them against the wall. As he looked down at her, Carol tried to cover her black lace thong with her hands. As she hid herself, Brenden got up off the bed and grabbed Carol's head and pulled her to the edge of the bed so her head was hanging off it upside down. He reached down and unzipped the dirty trousers and hauled out his rapidly hardening cock and drove it into her mouth, causing his balls to slap her nose. She was excited because this was a new sexual position for them. The faster he drove in the deeper he went causing Carol to choke and gag. Saliva ran out of her mouth and up toward her nose and eyes and Brenden fucked her mouth with reckless abandonment. Carol was aware that the saliva was ruining her makeup, but this was a side of her husband that she had never seen before and she was really enjoying it. Then she heard a very loud banging noise and pushed Brenden away enough to take his hard cock out of her mouth and ask, "Hey, baby, what was that?"

Brenden pulled away and turned Carol over on her stomach and started spanking her and in his muffled voice he said, "Something that goes bump in the night."

The spanking increased in intensity causing Carol to begin to sob, with tears coursing down her face she knew that she was suffering more damage to her makeup, but this was what she had wanted for a very long time was for Brenden to give it to her and make her like it. Then he slid his hand around and slid it underneath her panties, and onto her tight puckered asshole and dipped his finger in very carefully so as not to hurt her. Carol let out a shocked shriek as he slid his finger into the first knuckle and wiggled it, causing her great delight.

Without warning Brenden spun her around and yanked the panties off her body as he stared down at her from his superior position on the bed. Brenden then reached down and began to massage Carol's pussy with his fingers, teasing her with them making her wetter with anticipation as she reached out and caressed his cock with her fingers. It responded by growing larger and harder than she had ever seen it in her life. "Damn, does Jason really want this counselor's tight little ass?"

Brenden nodded at her. Carol smiled at him and said, "Fuck my pussy then you can have my hot little virgin ass!"

Brenden plowed into her pussy with a force that she had never ever felt before, she didn't know what was getting into Brenden but she was enjoying it. Then as he drove his hard cock in deeper and harder filling her pussy like he never had before she heard that banging noise again and was very concerned as it sounded like it was coming from inside this very room. She put a hand on Brenden's chest and asked, "What is that noise?"

Brenden responded, "Probably the bed slamming the wall or something!" Then drove his cock into her again and again. Carol felt her whole body respond as she realized that for the first time in their marriage Brenden was going to make her cum from intercourse alone!

Her body tightened and she gasped out, "Oh, God, baby, I'm cumming! Oh Jesus, yes, I'm cumming all over your big hard fucking cock!"

Brenden laughed at her then yanked the lube out of his pocket as she kept writhing on his cock and when she lay back to relax without pulling her pussy off his still throbbing cock, he grabbed her leg and twisted her till she was up on her side and he had one leg outstretched along his chest and the other was a bent angle underneath his parted legs.

Carol yapped out in pain, "Damn it, Brenden, not so fucking rough, this is your fantasy not mine!" She yapped again as he smeared the lube onto her asshole before he spun her on around till she was on her knees causing her to cry out again

"You ready, you little fucking slut? You been fucking every male teenager at this fucking camp and now you run up on me bitch and I don't want your loose fucking pussy, I want your tight hot unfucked ass, bitch," Brenden growled his voice still muffled by the masks, but Carol was sure that it had to be her husband getting ready to take her anal cherry.

"Fuck my ass you big overgrown fucking psychopathic murderer! Fuck my virgin ass," Carol yelled out since Brenden was in character she wanted to be in character too.

Then it happened without further ado, he grabbed the back of her hair aimed his large cock at her puckered asshole and in one swift shove drove deep inside her ass for the very first time!

"Ow, that fucking hurts, was that all of your cock!" Carol screamed at him.

"No," a reply came before he shoved his cock all the way in causing her to shriek out in pain before he said, "that's all my cock in there now!"

"I thought you were going to be gentle!" Carol cried with tears running down her face from the pain as still she stayed on her knees and tried to endure the punishment that her asshole was taking as Brenden kept pounding at her ass.

"Fuck gentle, I waited too long and you teased me too much for gentle," Brenden said as he drove harder into her ass, causing her to grunt in pain and more tears to run down her face and she knew that she had to look at this point like a deranged raccoon due to the makeup that had been smeared all over her beautiful features.

Just when Carol began to get accustomed to the feeling of a cock slamming into her ass, Brenden gasped out, "I'm gonna cum deep in your ass, bitch!"

Carol groaned, "Turn me over and take that mask off, I want to see the look on your face when you cum in my ass for the first time!"

Brenden pulled out with a loud pop and slung her around and slammed her onto her back then slid his cock back into her now gaping asshole. Then he grabbed her arms and held them over her head with one hand before he grabbed the hockey mask and yanked it off, leaving the latex mask that looked like the face of Jason Voohees on. "I'm going to shoot so deep that cum is going to be dripping out of your ass for an entire fucking week!"

Carol cried out to him, "Take that mask off too, please!"

Brenden cried out, "Oh fuck!" as he began to shoot his load and as he was cumming he reached up and yanked off the mask that he was wearing and instead of it being Brenden, Carol saw the face of her former co-worker, Steve! The shock of the fact that she was having anal sex with a man that wasn't her husband and the feel of him cumming in her ass sent Carol over the edge into the throes of another screaming orgasm.

Once the two had stopped cumming they looked at each other and in anger, Carol snarled, "Where in the fuck is Brenden?" That question was answered by more loud banging and this time Carol knew that it was somewhere in this room.

Steve rose off the bed his cock still dangling from the unzipped pants and he went to the closet and opened it and there was Brenden, tied up to the bar inside the closet naked with a gag in his mouth and with a massive hard on from the scene he had just witnessed. Steve noticed Brenden's hard cock and laughed at him, "I guess you liked watching your wife get her shit fucked up by another man didn't you, stud?"

Carol began to cry and looked at Steve and said, "What in the hell was this, Steve? You had the hots for me and never told me or what?"

Steve said, "Relax, Carol, it was a trick and you enjoyed it!"

Carol got off the bed and moved toward Brenden with every intent of freeing him. "I won't lie I did enjoy it! I just thought that you were Brenden my, husband!"

Steve retaliated by saying, "Stupid, every day at work we hear about how hot your and his sex life are and how he eats your pussy till you cum! Then I realized that this Halloween party is the perfect chance to give you a taste of a different dick for a change! Play a trick on you, Carol! Since you're such a bitch about though; fuck you, fuck him, and trick or treat bitch!" He then zipped up his pants and left the room and closed the door behind him.

Carol yanked the gag off Brenden's mouth and kissed him deeply, "I'm sorry, baby! I didn't think this would happen at all!"

Brenden said, "Don't apologize it was actually kinda hot watching you fuck him! I'm harder than I've ever been right now!"

Carol glanced down at his raging cock and wrapped her hand around it and began stroking him while he was still tied up!

"Let me go, and I'll finish what he started," Brenden gasped as he hand stroked him faster and faster.

"No, I like you like this, I decide when you're gonna cum and you can't stop me," Carol said stopping her stroking and reaching down to caress his large balls. Brenden gasped as she did this. Without warning she slid her hand back up to his cock and started to massage it again.

"Jesus, Carol, I'm going to cum," Brenden moaned as she sped up her strokes.

"That's it baby; I want to see that big cock shoot its massive load for me! Show me how hot you thought it was watching another man fuck my virgin ass!" With a loud groan his body tightened up and he started to shoot his load! His body contracted seven times each shot growing weaker than the previous one. After his cock had stopped shooting, Carol ran her fingers from the base all the way to the head milking every drop of cum from him. There was a line of sticky cum on the floor from the edge of the bed all the way to where Brenden stood tied to the bar in the closet.

Carol untied her husband before getting dressed, she glanced at Brenden standing there with his hands covering his now limp cock and said, "Baby, get dressed so we can go!"

"I can't, that asshole took my clothes!"

Muttering to herself Carol grabbed a bathrobe from the bathroom and said, "Here wear this, if anybody says anything tell them that's your costume!"

Brenden slid the bathrobe on and belted it and joined Carol as they exited the bedroom and went to thank their hosts. Martin looked strangely at the pair and said, "Carol did you do your makeup like that on purpose? Brenden, I thought that you were going to be Jason and she was to be a victim, but I don't remember any of the movies in which Jason ran around in a bathrobe. "

Carol said, "I used onions to make myself cry so I could look more authentic!" Then she looked at Brenden for his explanation as to his appearance.

Brenden said, "The costume shop was all out of Jason costumes so we had to improvise a little."

"So what are you supposed to be?" Martin asked. "Nice robe though, I have one just like it in my bathroom!"

Carol thought quickly and said, "He's a flasher!" Brenden smiled and quickly yanked open the robe and closed it back just as quickly. Martin laughed and said, "That looks almost real!"

Carol and Brenden laughed nervously and turned and left the party quickly.

In the car, Carol asked, "How did he get your clothes and everything?"

Brenden said, "He held a knife and said if I didn't do exactly what he wanted me to that he was going to kill Jason Voorhees! He forced me into the room told me to strip naked then he tied me up and put on my costume shoved my underwear into the laundry chute closed the closet door and told me to enjoy the show. I had no idea what was going on until he came back into the room with you! At first I thought it was some kind of a trick that you were playing on me then I realized it wasn't and I started kicking at the door trying to get your attention."

Carol smiled at him, "Well, it wasn't a trick, but just wait till Steve gets his treat!" The pair laughed as they drove off into the night.

A couple weeks later Steve was sitting in his doctor's office with his pants and underwear around his ankles and an old man wearing glasses between his legs examining the red bumps that had come up on his cock in the last few days. Steve said, "Well doc, is it a heat rash?"

The doctor looked at him and said, "Have you been sexually active lately?"

Steve said, "Last time was at a party right before Halloween."

"Did you practice safe sex?" the doctor asked him.

"Well, no, she's been married for a long time! I thought she was safe!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Steve, but you have contracted herpes from this woman! So was the treat worth the trick?"

Steve hung his head and suddenly a memory flashed in his mind that he hadn't remembered until now, Carol had been whispering to her only true friend at the company Sherri and he caught part of the conversation.

"Hey, you're only doing anal with him right?" Sherri asked.

"Yeah," Carol responded.

"Hell, just as long as he stays out of your pussy till it clears, he will be fine," Sherri responded. "Me and Shane do it all the time and it never hurts us!"

Carol said, "I have some Monistat do you think that will clear it up before the party?"

Sherri answered, "It never hurts to try."

Steve had assumed that she was talking about a yeast infection because of the Monistat comment, never for a moment did he suspect that Carol had herpes. Silently, he cursed himself for not just fucking the bitch's ass instead he had to take her pussy first!

The doctor said, "Steve, there is no cure for this, you will have herpes forever!"

Steve said, "Yeah! I said trick or treat bitch, to her but, I got tricked!"

The doctor said, "You got to have sex with her though!"

Steve said, "Yeah, but I'd rather gone home and jerked off than know that I have to schedule my sex life around my outbreaks!"

The doctor said, "The receptionist will have some reading material as to what you can and cannot do. Oh, and Steve, masturbation is the safest form of sex there is."

Steve said, "Thanks, doc," and headed for the receptionist desk.

The doctor went into his office and called a phone number and spoke into it, "Carol, I just saw your friend Steve, he has a massive case of herpes!"

Carol smiled into the phone and said, "Thanks, daddy!"

She hung up the phone looked at Brenden pulled a condom from her purse and said, "Let's go celebrate! Steve has herpes! Teach him to fuck around where he doesn't belong!"

Brenden looked at her and said, "Trick or treat, bitch!"

Carol said, "No tricks, baby this is all treat! I want your cock in my ass now that I'm not so sore anymore! Put on that costume and take my ass like you wanted to the party that night!"

Brenden growled, "Hell yeah!"



Trick or Treat, Daddy?



"Trick or Treat Daddy?" is Part Five of the sexual story of my life. "Hit and Run" which was posted on 10/20 was Part Four. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past sins is part of my repentance.

My dad's birthday is October 31st. Right, Halloween. I never, ever have missed his birthday and always give him a very special present. My mother passed away several years before and now I was the only girl in my dad's life.

In my junior year of college, Halloween unfortunately fell during the middle of the week. I knew I would have to pull some strings to shake loose from my classes without being penalized.

I went to see Dean Robertson. "Dean, I simply have to go home for a few days and I don't want this to adversely affect my grades. I like making the Dean's List. Am I not number one on your list? I'm willing to negotiate."

Oh, well, I really didn't mind playing the role of Elvira's sister Lilith all that much. It got me in the mood for Halloween. According to some, the historical Lilith was the first vampire and invented fellatio. 

I met the dean in his office very late the night before I left, wearing a long black cape with nothing underneath but a skimpy black bra and garter belt with the mesh stockings and lace. I was not wearing panties but I was wearing shoes, black spiked high heels.

My long painted red fingernails looked like claws I was sure. The fangs I made myself with Fimo baked polymer clay and tooth dye. With a little dental adhesive to hold them in place, I could even bite apples and other hard objects.

I was also wearing my black leather fur lined bondage cuffs around my wrists. Quite the attention getting fashion accessory. I had a larger pair for ankles in my purse.

"Dean Robertson, would you like to try these cuffs on?" I asked seductively.

Five minutes later he was clad only in his boxer shorts and spread-eagled on the oriental rug on the floor. I fastened the wrist cuffs to the legs of his heavy wooden chairs and the ankle cuffs to the legs of the large wooden and metal computer desk.

I kicked off my high heels and walked on him in my stocking feet very gently, knowing from previous experience he had a real fetish for tootsies. I let him lick and suck mine and then I gave him a foot job, massaging his cock over his shorts with my feet.

My claws raked over the dean's chest and legs until I drew blood. I nibbled his neck with my fangs. "Oh my, what is your wife going to say about these sucker bites?" I cackled. 

Pulling on his boxer shorts, I got them down to his knees. "This isn't so frigging easy when somebody is spread-eagled, you know," I responded when he appeared amused at my struggling. 

I sucked his cock playfully. Not serious sucking. "And just how would you like it tonight, Dean Robertson?" He told me what he wanted. No, he begged me.

The dean's computer desk was quite accommodating for bondage cuffs. How odd that the dean did not have a computer. The desk had metal tubing for legs and to support the shelves on the top rear corners. You can not imagine how perfect this desk was for proper restraint.

"OK," I instructed as I released the wrist cuffs temporarily, "stand up" and I helped him up. "Bend over and place your hands on the top of the desk." I re-cuffed his wrists to the metal tubes that supported the shelves.

Dean Robertson had a paddle sitting one corner. "For bad little girls?" I asked the dean and laughed. "I know what it's for!" and I smacked him hard on the ass.

I gave him ten good whacks. Before each one, I would ask questions like, "And just how many coeds have you screwed? " and "Just how many young ladies at this institution of higher learning have sucked your cock?" Before the tenth and final smack I asked, "And how many football players have fucked you up the ass?" 

The harness I now wore had adjustable straps which allowed me to get it real snug and had a big red latex dong bolted on the front. I mean, you could do some big-time butt bumping with this apparatus and it never got loose or anything.

I had the dean screaming after the first couple thrusts; screaming for more. This was hard work. Geez, I was starting to work up a sweat.

Well, I didn't want the poor old dean to suffer a heart attack or something so I put an end to his pleasant suffering. I moved under the desk and gave him a real special blow job.

I left the dean cuffed to the desk. Oh, I knew he could get loose if he really tried. "I'll pick up my cuffs next week, Deano, when I get back from my trip home." 

As soon as I arrived home my brother, Danny, started bugging me. He was a few month's away from getting his Learner's Permit and light years away from getting any pussy, as far as I could tell. 

Danny and his best friend Ryan wanted me to drive them trick-or-treating. "Don't you think you guys are a little old for this?" I chastised.

"No, Sis, c'mon, drive us down to those subdivisions by the lake. We'll have some fun and get lots of candy, and those old widow ladies, they always give a handful of money."

"Maybe, Danny, what do I get in return? How about you two dudes go wash and wax my car. Deal?"

"Sure Sis. Will you trick or treat with us? Please?"

The idea of playing dress up again in my vamp costume did sort of appeal to me. "You guys vacuum the interior of my car spotless and I'll think about it. And fix my notebook computer that's sitting on the passenger seat. It locked up and I can't get Windows back or anything." 

Well, I simply could not believe the job these two did on my little white convertible. They even rubbed off the tar spots and splattered bugs. My notebook was up and running again and they even installed a bunch of cool games and stuff.

"Ok, dudes, get your costumes on and I'll get mine on and we'll get an early start. I know some places we can hit this afternoon. Danny, we'll stop at your uncle Jack's tavern and scare him into giving me some free Bloody Marys and you guys some free Cokes." 

I was in my bedroom getting ready, standing there almost naked when the two of them burst in.

"Holy shit!" Ryan exclaimed. "Look at those hooters! Those are better than the ones in our magazines, Danny."

"No kidding," my brother responded. "Like I haven't seen that pair before." Danny had walked in on me in the shower on more than one occasion, quite intentionally I assume.

I didn't even bother to cover up. "I hope you two got a damn good reason for busting in like this or I am going to kick both your scrawny little asses."

"Sis, Dad got in an accident! He wants you come pick him up at the mall. His car is being towed away."

"Ok, you two, I'll let you slide this time. Here, you want a closer look?" and I stuck my boobs in their faces. They looked like they were going to faint.

I threw on my clothes and rushed out.

"Daddy, what happened?" I cried as I rushed up to him as he stood talking to the police. He had a couple scratches but otherwise looked OK. 

"Oh, no big deal. Accidents happen. That's why we have insurance. Run me down to that car rental place on 10th Street and I'll get something to drive while mine is in the shop." 

At the rental place Daddy said he'd see me later. He still had some business matters to take care of and now he was running late.

I went back home and looked for Danny to tell him everything was fine. He and Ryan were up in his room. They didn't hear me. The door was slightly ajar and I pushed it open. I was shocked! They were both sitting on the floor against the wall, listening to the CD player blasting, their faces in girlie magazines with their hands stroking their dicks.

"Just what the fuck are you assholes doing?" I screamed and scared them shitless.

"Uh, umm, well, uh" they both stammered as they put their dicks back in their pants.

"Have either of you two ever had sex with girls?"

"No," they mumbled in unison somewhat sheepishly. 

"What girls would have sex with us, Sis? We are geeks. Girls talk to us when they have computer problems, but other than that we don't exist. The jock types get all the pussy."

Well about this time I am really feeling bad for my brother and his buddy.

"Ok, I'll tell you guys what. You have to learn sometime. I'll teach you about the birds and the bees."

"First rule, you please the girl first. If you do, she'll always reciprocate enthusiastically and come back for more."

"Now, I want you to pay attention very closely." I removed my jeans and my panties. I thought four eyes were about to pop out of two stupid little heads. "Oh, what the hell, you already saw these," I laughed as I removed my blouse and bra.

I sat on Danny's bed and spread my legs. "This is a clitoris," I lectured as I put my finger on mine. "Very important. This to a girl is what your sorry little dicks are to you. Get it?"

"Danny, you go first. I want you to lick my clitoris. Ryan, you can kiss my breasts and nibble on my nipples while he is doing that. But keep your dicks in your pants, for now."

"Shit! Not like that Danny! You are not wolfing down a cheeseburger. Lick slowly, gently."

"Ok, that's better, that's good." Yeow, better than good. I really started squirming with the eagerness of his virgin tongue.

"Danny, I knew you had to have talent for something!" I stammered as I came for the first time.

"Ryan, you try it." This kid was smart. He paid attention and didn't make the same mistakes Danny did.

This went on until their tongues were swollen and they were having difficulty speaking intelligibly. That was nothing new but you could tell the difference between stupidity and overdosing on cunt juice.

"Sis," Danny finally got up the courage to ask, "Will you do it for us, I mean, what we did for you?"

"That's exactly what I had in mind, Danny, because if I don't, you two will squirt all over me before you ever get it in, once we get around to that."

"Stand up and drop your pants boys!"

I kneeled between them and did them both at the same time, going from one to the other. At times they were both in my mouth together. It took all of two minutes for both of them to shoot their loads in my mouth, down my throat and all over my face. Talk about yelling! You would have thought their favorite teams just won the Super Bowl. Well, they just won the Super Blow, no doubt about that.

They both collapsed on the bed, gasping, but I didn't let them rest for long.

For the next few hours I taught these two dudes how to make love to a woman. I taught them every position in the "Kama Sutra" and much more.

Just as I was about finished with their private lessons, we heard Daddy come home, and we all scrambled to get our clothes on. These two dudes followed me around like puppy dogs. I felt like a goddess. Unfortunately, being worshipped by a man doesn't seem to last long. And then you have to fuck and suck him again.

I drove them to the subdivisions and they got their bags filled with candy and money. One door was answered by several teen angels, teenage girls dressed as angels. They appeared to be a little older than Danny and Ryan.

"Hey, you guys, we are having a party," one said as she grabbed Danny by the arm and brushed her tits and wings up against him. "C'mon in and join the fun!"

I interrupted, "They have to run home with me and get the groceries out of the trunk. I have a bad back. They'll be back in half an hour and then I'll pick them up when the party is over."

"No, no need to pick them up, I have a car. I'll take them home," said the teen angel with the biggest boobs and I thought Danny and Ryan just might keel over in shock.

As we walked back to the car, Danny asked, very confused, "Sis, what are you talking about? You don't have any groceries in the trunk."

"No shit, Danny. I want to talk to you two assholes."

"Now look," I continued as we began driving, "when you go back there, act confident. You are no longer dweebs. Do you really think those jock types with their steroid shrunken heads can compete with you? If those girls come on to you, go right for the goodies, and act like you know what you're doing, because now you do, right? Now get it up! And here, take these condoms."

I dropped them off back at the scene of the party and went home. It was already after 11:00 and Daddy was in bed.

He heard me tiptoeing up to his bedroom. "Honey, is that you?"

"No Daddy, it's Lilith, queen of the vampires. I want to give you your birthday present before the clock strikes midnight."

"Honey, whaaa?" was all he could say as I opened the cape. I had removed my bra and was wearing just the garter belt and mesh stockings.

"Daddy, trick or treat?"

Daddy was up long after his birthday was over at midnight.

Postscript: More about Daddy and me in my forthcoming Thanksgiving story "Gobble Gobble."



Trick or Treat or Spanking



It was Friday night of Halloween weekend. Halloween was on Sunday; most of the parties, special events, and trick or treating would take place on Saturday. So when six friends got together on Friday night, it was decided to have a quiet night in preparation for a hectic weekend. Before the get-together started they made a trip to a local thrift store. They bought a bunch of old clothes, weird color, hats, and such. They put together some beer and soft drinks, then ordered Chinese food around 7 p.m. Before the food arrived, they horsed around a little bit with the "costumes" they'd bought. Because they were all very comfortable with each other, there was a lot of stripping down to underwear and swapping clothes. When the food arrived, they settled in to watch a "fright night" marathon of older horror movies on one of the cable channels.

Around 9:30, their youthful high energy created some restlessness. It was tough for six 19-20 year old college students to just sit around watching TV. One of the group, Mike, had found a set of "Classic Halloween Trivia" questions on the internet and suggested they re-arrange their seating, then play what he called "Trick or Treat Trivia." The television volume was turned down slightly. It was easy to follow the plot of these old horror movies without hearing the cheesy dialogue.

There were four men and two women in this group of friends. None of them were in a serious relationship with anyone else in or out of the group. Most of them had known each other going back to high school and they were all active in formal athletic activities at college.

For the next 30 minutes or so, they answered questions like "In the classic 1990 movie "Ghost," what was Sam's occupation?" and simply kept track of how many correct answers each player had. At that point a couple of the players had asked about the "trick or treat" part of the game. A few different ideas were tossed around. A drinking game was suggested but the group was actually interested in not doing any serious drinking on this night. Someone asked "strip trivia" which got everyone laughing and then trying to figure out how to make that work. Eventually they came up with a combination of "strip trivia" and "truth or dare." If you answered a question correctly, you got a "treat" which meant you could direct any other player to remove an item of clothing. If you answered a question incorrectly, you got "tricked" which meant the player to your right could give you a "truth or dare" type question or challenge.

Everyone in this group was pretty open sexually. Part of this was the general acceptability of sexual preferences and practices among these "millennial" students. But two bigger parts were that some of them had been sexually active with others, friends with benefits, and all of them had been in athletic situations where there was a lot of seeing each other in swimwear or track suits. In fact, every one of the six students had seen each other naked, including a late night skinny dipping session at one of their family's summer cottages last summer.

The game progressed well, with some heightened excitement for the next hour. By that time every player had gained the right to challenge another with a couple "truth or dare" situations and every one of the players had lost items of clothing. Dave was now sitting on the floor with only a pair of tight fitting boxer briefs on; Karen was sitting on the couch with just her bikini panties and a sports bra remaining. Most of the others had maybe 2-3 items remaining. Somebody asked, jokingly, "What happens after Dave loses those boxer briefs?" And that's when the party took an even more exciting turn. One of the women had suggested that for Dave, or anyone else who ends up naked, the "Trick or Treat" becomes "Trick or Treat or Spanking." After a lot of laughing along with the heightened sexual excitement, everyone agreed that the change to "Trick or Treat or Spanking" would apply to everyone starting immediately. If you missed a question, you could opt to receive a spanking from another participant. The night got interesting pretty quickly.

Susan was the next player to miss a question. She still had her underwear and a t-shirt on -- but everyone started daring her to take the spanking. She accepted the dare and actually picked Mike to give her the spanking. When she laid over Mike's lap, he pulled her shorts off saying that spankings are always delivered on a bare bottom. He was strong enough to prevent her protest but, knowing this was part of the game, delivered ten pretty mild spanks to her bottom. He also took the opportunity to just rub her butt and thighs enough to spark both of their arousals. As luck would have it Mike was next and he missed his question. He opted for a "truth or dare" but the rest of the group booed and told him it wouldn't be fair. So now he was about to be over Susan's lap. But before that happened, she ordered him to strip completely naked, saying "in my house, when you got spanked, you got completely naked first." Mike knew he was caught and there was not much he could do to hide the hard on from the rest of the group. And for those who could see it, it definitely got even harder as he placed it between Susan's legs as she delivered ten spanks to his butt. Like Mike had done to her, she also rubbed his butt and thighs but she pushed a little further by also grabbing his balls a couple times.

On an earlier "truth or dare" situation with Kevin, he was asked if he ever "experimented" with his roommate Steve. Everyone in the group suspected they had probably at least played around a little, even if it meant they'd just jerked off together. Most of the group suspected they were bisexual and maybe gay. Kevin had admitted that he and Steve were pretty open about masturbating in their dorm room and had frequently jerked each other off. So when Kevin missed a question, he started laughing and said "I've been thinking about asking Steve to spank me so now's my chance." He was already naked and now quickly sporting an erection. So the whole group enjoyed seeing Steve spank and play with his roommate's bottom.

By the time the night ended, all six of the friends had spanked and been spanked by each other. Most of them were mild, more erotic than painful, but one of the men and one of the women actually asked for their spankings to be a little bit stronger. Everyone admitted that the spankings were major turn-ons from every perspective and during one break, more than a couple admitted that they had masturbated after receiving or watching spankings when they were teens.

The night ended with a lot of final "dares" although most were never expressed as the four men and two women connected with each other to make sure everybody got off. Kevin was asked if he'd ever sucked a cock, particularly if he'd blown Steve. When he admitted he hadn't, the dare was put on the table and Kevin and Steve sucked each other's cocks and each exploded. Susan and Karen were challenged to do a little "69," which was followed by the other guys getting involved and giving them orgasms. They in turn got the last two guys off by some cock sucking and pretty quick hand jobs. Nobody lasted very long -- after a night that quickly turned into a lot of sexual play, when the time arrived, every one of them came hard and fast. And they all agreed it was really "Trick or Treat or Spanking or..."



Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet!



Figuring it was finally safe to get comfortable and settle down to his annual television horror-fest, Randy started putting away the leftover candy - what little was left - and clearing away the more expensive Halloween props he'd once again set up outside his modest apartment at the Noxx Village complex. It always seemed like so much work for such a short period of time, but as exhausting as it was it was equally as much fun.

The trick-or-treaters had mostly stopped piling up to his door by 9PM, the usual curfew time. There were always stragglers, however, so he'd kept the candy bowl by the door until 9:30. Anyone who showed up after that, tough noogies. They weren't supposed to be trick-or-treating that late anyway. They could go to the local 7-11 for their sugar fix.

Randy noticed just how chill the night had become when he had to stand in that frigid air for almost a half hour removing grinning skulls, clumsy witches and bobbing ghosts with glowing red eyes from the tiny porch that led to his humble domicile. The skeleton clinging bonily to the left pillar, posed so that he could cackle down on the little candy-grubbers from above was the most time-consuming to remove and pack, but it was Randy's favorite prop...except for the life-size Cryptkeeper prop which he didn't have room to display on the porch. But he made sure the little costumed candy-addicts saw it. Every year he sat that gnarly corpse in his hallway, and the little tikes had to get close to it in order to get their candy...because the candy bowl sat in his moldy lap. How Randy couldn't wait to have a home of his own, so he could break out ALL his props and decorate for his favorite holiday PROPERLY. At the age of twenty-six, he'd managed to scrimp and save every spare penny - every penny which wasn't spent on Halloween decorations - and hoped to be able to afford his own house in a year or two. He was stoked for it.

Removing and repacking ghoulish props took about twenty minutes or so, which had Randy rubbing his hands together briskly and blowing on them to warm them up. He also danced around a bit on the cold concrete porch, as he'd been foolish enough to tackle the dismantling job while wearing only socks on his feet. As a result of the colder than usual mid-autumn night, he'd finished the job in record time. This was a wonderful thing. Now he could spend that much more time enjoying some nice hot popcorn while he watched his favorite horror flicks long into the night.

He placed all the props in the dining room, where he'd let them sit until the following day. Then he'd more efficiently "inter" them in the spare room, all securely boxed and organized so they could be easily located and displayed next year. As an afterthought, he remembered the "Sorry, no more candy" sign he'd posted on the door in hopes of discouraging the stragglers, the older trick-or-treaters who, every year, came begging for treats even though they didn't even bother PRETENDING to be wearing a costume. Braving the cold one last time, he quickly opened the door, tore down the taped sign, and once again retreated into the warmth.

Movie time! Yes! Tonight it was to be the classic, Vincent Price "House on Haunted Hill," followed by the very appropriate "Halloween" and then the deliciously twisted "Re-Animator." If he was still awake by then, he'd round it all out with either "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things" or "The Sentinel." He wasn't sure which. The irreverently comic "Bad Taste" was also a possibility, but it would depend entirely on his mood.

Now warm and toasty again in his comfy apartment, Randy happily trod into the kitchen and tossed the popcorn bag into the microwave. He set the timer at five minutes and waited briefly for the first popping to begin. Then he got out of his clothes, leaving a trail of discarded items from the kitchen to the bedroom. In the bedroom, he listened intently for the continued popping noises in the kitchen. Totally naked, he fumbled through the center dresser drawer looking for his favorite lounging pajamas, the maroon silk pair that felt so good against his naked skin. He slid himself into the bottoms, almost sighing at the decadent comfort of the material. He caught himself quickly, realizing that such feminine thoughts of a simple pair of pajamas could get him drummed out of the "testosterone club." It was hard enough to get women as it was...without beginning to think like one!

When he heard the sound of the popcorn popping slowing down in the kitchen, he grabbed the pajama top and the matching silk bathrobe and rushed in the direction of the ebbing pops. Along the way he dropped the two items onto the sofa as he whizzed by it, planning to don them later, after he'd tended to his own Halloween treat.

Naked except for his loose-fitting pajama bottoms, Randy stopped the microwave with forty-seven seconds left. He'd gotten there just in time. The popping had completely stopped, and if he hadn't caught it when he did, his movie time snack could've possibly ended up as just so many smoking, miniature charcoal briquettes. And that would've ruined his Halloween horror movie experience, since that bag of popcorn was the last of his stash.

Pouring the steaming, fluffed kernels into a bowl, he wheeled and made a beeline for the living room. In the space of three minutes, he'd found the movies he planned on watching, put them beside the DVD player, popped "House on Haunted Hill" into the deck and hopped onto the sofa, popcorn in hand, ready for the mayhem to begin. This was always his second favorite part of his Halloween tradition, second only to the look of fear on the little trick-or-treaters' faces when they saw his props and ran screaming for mommy and daddy. A little cruel, maybe, but always such a hoot to watch. But all that was forgotten now. Dear, delightful Vincent - may he rest in peace - was about to introduce his victims...er....party guests.

Ahh, that delicious scream. And then there was "the man," with his crooked, wicked smile, introducing the hearse-driven guests, some of whom might not make it through the night in the "only truly haunted house in the world." Oh, this was going to be fun.

Just at the part where Richard Long saves the movie's scream queen from a falling chandelier, movie night was rudely interrupted. A knock came at Randy's front door. What the...? he thought, Who the hell...?

"Dammit," he muttered to himself. Toward the door he shouted, "Go away! Halloween's over! I'm all out of candy anyway," he lied.

The knock repeated, a little louder. Insistent little treat-grubbing peckers.

"Go home!" Randy shouted, also a little louder, "You're way past the curfew. Give people a break...go egg someone!"

The knock came again, much louder, and much more persistent. "Goddammit!" Randy snarled, putting the DVD player into pause mode. "This is ridiculous!" he snarled on the way to the door. Realizing at the last instant that he was naked except for the pajama bottoms - and it was frigid outside - he reached for the pajama top as he passed by the sofa. But, at the last second, he didn't want to waste time putting on his top, so he just grabbed the bathrobe instead, slipped it over his arms quickly and had the waist tie loosely tied by the time he reached the door.

As he tore open the door he growled, "You're breaking the law, you kno...." and the words got cut off by his gasp of surprise. He froze in place there in the doorway like some great, human popsicle, but with a widely gaping mouth and round, saucer eyes.

There on his tiny porch, their every breath visible in the chill air, were two lovely, costumed lasses. They appeared to be just a few years younger than himself, early twenties. But, my oh my how they were dressed. Neither of them, however, held out a bag for him to fill.

"Trick or treat, smell our feet, we'll give you something good to eat!" they sang in unison, giggling at his obvious surprise.

Randy barely heard them. He was looking them up and down. If they'd been dressed any sexier, they would probably have been arrested immediately on the street! He looked from one to the other, sweating despite the cold, and swallowing continually to avoid drooling.

"Hi, cutie," the one on the left said, "I'm Carly, but you can call me the Booty Bitch. Happy Halloween, sweet meat." She offered her hand and he took it, shaking it in a semi-mesmerized state. His eyes moved over her body so fast they almost strained a muscle.

Carly appeared of Hispanic descent. Her dark, mischievous eyes peered out from beneath shiny black, curly hair that flowed down to land on and caress her shoulders. Dark, thick eyelashes accented her impish eyes, and dark brown lipstick brought a wet sheen to her smiling lips. Her dark, sparkling eyes drew Randy in, her shiny lips promising to keep him exactly where her eyes had easily drawn him. 

She appeared to be about 5'7" tall or so, and very slightly plump, but she had tempting curves. Even from the front, looking at Carly's hips, Randy could tell she must have one finely sculpted derriere. It must surely be round and firm, a delight to fondle and squeeze. Her hips and thighs - and that intriguing bottom - were accentuated by the tight black stretch pants she wore. They hugged her butt, hips and legs tightly all the way southward to about halfway down her calves. It was a good thing they were stretch pants, because if they hadn't been, and she'd even made the ATTEMPT to bend over, they'd have split in a hundred places. If those pants had been PAINTED on, he wouldn't have been able to see the pouting bulge of her mound more clearly. It was an enormous act of pure willpower to disengage his dilated pupils from that cleft, mesmerizing bulge.

Below the end of those skintight pants her calves were bare for several inches. Just above her nicely turned ankles the naked flesh ended, replaced by the shiny black leather of a pair of 5" stiletto-heeled boots that zippered down the outer sides. Fuzzily, in some distant part of his brain, Randy calculated that Carly's height, barefoot, must be closer to 5'2" or 5'3". A short, fireplug of a woman...but a sexy one indeed. While Randy's brain did the math, the shiny toes just ahead of those pointy heels tapped impatiently on the cement.

Not noticing the tapping, Randy's dilated pupils sought out more. Tucked into the flesh-squeezing pants at the waist, Carly wore an equally tight, midnight black T-shirt. The plunging neckline, combined with her abundantly endowed chest, made it difficult for Randy to focus on anything but cleavage, but he forced his eyes to avoid that trap lest he receive a stinging Halloween night slap. But although his eyes managed to pry themselves from that deep chasm, they couldn't help but notice the two smiling jack-o'-lanterns not far from it...one over each nipple. The severely stretched material of the blouse made the locations of Carly's nipples an unkept secret. The chill of the evening helped make their presence even more noticeable. The cold, hardened nipples gave the grinning jack-o'-lanterns almost a 3-D look. As a last little tweak, Carly's T-shirt - below the material-stretching mams - sported, in bright yellow letters, the rather bold exclamation, "Eat Me!" On closer inspection, below that brazen comment and in much smaller - though no less radiant - lettering, was the additional belligerent suggestion, "and while you're down there, KISS MY ASS!" Randy couldn't help but grin. Realizing he was smiling at Carly's chest, however, he thought for sure he was going to receive that slap after all, and be instantly propelled by it into the middle of the next week. Carly looked as tough as she was beautiful. But, thankfully, the slap was not forthcoming.

"Hey, there, sexy man, I'm Amber," came the voice of the beauty on the right, "but you can call me...Black Widow." Another hand was proffered, and dreamily shaken. And once again wandering eyes took in all they could without his risking bodily harm in the form of a stinging palm.

Amber appeared an inch or two taller than Carly, even in shorter, three inch heels. For some odd reason noting her height before anything else, Randy looked at those shoes first and worked his way up from there. Amber's feet, he thought, must've been cold. Unlike Carly, who wore warmer boots, Amber wore a slinky pair of medium-heeled black slides. The two leather cross straps on each shoe just behind the bases of her toes were decorated at their intersection with a small, but very recognizable spider. At the center of each eight-legged body was a tiny, sparkling gem that looked like a drop of blood.

Helping to keep Amber's feet a bit warmer were a pair of finely meshed fishnet stockings, but instead of the usual crisscross pattern, the lines of nylon depicted multiple spider-web formations up and down her legs, from the easily seen elastic thigh bands all the way to the tips of her shiny red toes. A tiny spider was tattooed on her left outside ankle, and outside her hose on her left leg a gold ankle bracelet lay gracefully around her ankles. More arachnids adorned those visible thigh bands, one lucky arachnid per stocking. The reason the tops of those stockings were so easily viewed was because Amber's black leather skirt was barely long enough to cover her pubes, let alone her intriguing hose. The slit up the left side of her skirt was redundant, since so much flesh was already showing. But what it DID reveal, was that she either wore no panties beneath that skirt, or they must surely be of the skimpy thong variety. Either way had Randy heated up.

Amber's bosom wasn't quite as ample as Carly's, but there was certainly enough there to bring much joy to the properly motivated lips and fingers. The most startling fact about Amber's chest, however, was how they were covered, or should I say, BARELY covered? Her blouse - if it can be called that - was a sheer black see-through nylon halter. Every curve of her breasts was openly visible, minimally shadowed by the almost transparent nylon. The only thing that kept her cold, pert nipples from giving Randy that "come hither" look, was that fact that each nipple had yet another eight-legged champion hiding it from view. Again, each arachnoid abdomen contained a tiny gemstone droplet of blood. Somehow, seeing those flaunted breasts so clearly, but not being able to see the nipples, was excruciatingly cruel to Randy. So his eyes continued upward.

Amber's lovely neck was encircled by a black leather choker, again adorned with a black, blood-drop sporting spider. Her face, surely paler than the Hispanic Carly's, was painted up darkly gothic. Aside from the stark white of her face, everything else seemed dark and mysterious...perhaps wicked?...evil? Her pale green, penetrating eyes were enhanced by the surrounding black and dark green eye shadows. She appeared as though she could completely devour you with just those captivating, hungry eyes. 

One white cheek had a spider tattooed on it, again with the requisite blood drop ever present. Shiny black lips smiled at Randy; a wet tongue slithered out from between them to enhance their gloss. Black and silver spider earrings dangled from her ears. Just above her exposed navel, another spider tattoo - clinging to ink webbings that extended down under her skirt - decorated her pale flesh; and just above it, in black, the words "Black Widow." 

When Amber spoke again, Randy looked into her mesmerizing green eyes. It was only then that he noticed the obviously dyed hair. It was short, barely long enough to cover the tops of her ears. Short and red, blood red...with black highlights at the tips all the way around - imitating the many adorning spiders with their red, dripping hearts.

"Well, sport," Amber said, hands on hips, "gonna let us in? It's colder'n a warlock's cock out here."

"What?" Randy replied incredulously. "I'm...uh....I'm out of candy. It's late. You can't trick-or-treat this late."

Carly and Amber looked at each other and began laughing. Randy was confused, but loved watching them laugh. Tight clothing plus emphatic giggles produced a wonderful "jiggle effect," which Randy was most assuredly a fan of.

Getting themselves under control, the two women again sang in unison, "Trick or treat, smell our feet; we'll give you something good to eat!"

Randy blinked at them. Were they mad? They didn't LOOK dangerous. Wacky, maybe, but not dangerous. Maybe he should just chuckle at them and then just return to his movie marathon.

"Honey," Carly said, moving up close to him, "we're just here to make you happy. We know all about you. We're here to make your dreams come true."

"What?" Randy said again, "You guys are crazy. I don't want to get you into trouble, but you really need to leave now, okay?"

"He doesn't remember," Amber said to Carly.

"Nope. Maybe we should've made our move on him years ago," Carly replied. "Oh, wait, that's right, we couldn't then, could we?" The two women exchanged knowing glances.

"Show him," Amber said, nodding her head toward Carly's small, black purse.

Carly unsnapped the clasp on her purse and reached into it. She pulled out a tiny, folded piece of paper. It was newsprint. She unfolded it and looked at it, smiling. She was obviously reading something, and seemed to be reminiscing as she did. She held the paper out to Randy. 

"Is that you?" she asked him. "Are you that guy...that 'Lonely Foot boy'?"

Randy read the personal ad with growing recognition, clearing memory. He remembered back several years ago, when his loneliness and his growing foot fetish and submissiveness led him to do something out of desperation...something unwise, downright foolish. But, luckily, it hadn't come back to haunt him...until now.

"Where did you....how.....this was...." he stammered, "this was.....years ago."

"Doesn't matter, hon," Amber said, walking up close to Randy, too, now, stroking his cheek with cold fingers. "We're a little late, but we're here to answer your prayers." She nudged her way past Randy and walked brazenly into his apartment. Randy, still shocked at seeing the ad again after all those years, staring at it as if believing it might be a hallucination, made no move to stop her.

Carly suddenly whisked the ad from Randy's fingers and folded it again, dropping it back into the depths of her purse. She, too, stroked his cheek. But she gave him a soft kiss on that cheek as well. "What's your name, foot boy?" she asked in a whisper.

"Um...Ran...Randy," he bumbled, dazed, still seeing that old ad before his eyes.

"Well, Randy, your dream has come true. Amber and I are going to see to that. Come inside like a good boy and we'll give you everything you need." She took him by the arm and turned him around, ushering him into his own apartment. He was dazed, partly from shock, partly from the realization of what Carly and Amber seemed to have in store for him.

He stood just inside his doorway and looked over at Amber, who'd already made herself comfortable on his love seat and was turning off his DVD player with the remote. "We won't be needing that," she proclaimed.

Carly closed the door behind Randy. He wasn't expecting the sound and he jumped.

"Now, now, Randy," she whispered into his ear, "you've nothing to be jumpy about. Amber and I are exactly what you're looking for. We came across your ad a few days ago and decided to pay you a visit. First, we're going to talk to you about that very intriguing ad of yours, and then we're going to make you happier than you've ever been in your life. Surely, that's nothing to be afraid of...is it?"

"Oh, stop coddling him," Amber said from the love seat. "Let's get things cooking here. Randy, do be a good little boy and get us something to drink, preferably something alcoholic if you've got it. Then come over here and tell us all about that ad. Once we know all the juicy details behind it...well...we'll see if you've got the guts to walk the walk, or if you just talk the talk."




Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet!



Randy was slowly coming out of his daze, realizing fully what was happening. He started to head for the kitchen, but felt a tugging at his waist as he swung around. Carly was tugging at the belt of his robe, and had it open before he'd completely turned toward the kitchen. As he took his first step, she moved her hands upward to the shoulders and yanked back and down on the silky material. Randy gave surprisingly little resistance as she took his robe off of him.

"There, that's better," she said, holding the robe triumphantly in her hands. "Now, be a dear and get those drinks for us. One for yourself, too, if you like. Hurry, boy. And when you get back with the drinks, we'll be expecting you to step out of those pajamas, too. No lip, now, either. Bring the drinks back and we'll get things started. This'll be your best Halloween ever, Randy...or should I say, 'foot boy'?" The ladies were barely able to contain themselves, chortling with glee, rubbing their hands together and squirming with anticipation. Randy heard laughter as he turned the corner into the kitchen. He walked numbly to the refrigerator, his mind apparently slow in processing what had happened up to this point, and what was still happening as of that very second. Okay, two very sexy women had wormed their way into his apartment. While they looked familiar, he couldn't quite place them. And he knew absolutely nothing about them. Here he was, on his favorite night of the year, about to watch movies rife with psychos and serial killers, and he may very well have just let two of them into his own apartment! What could have possessed him to just let them barge their way in like that?

With a shudder, he realized he knew the answer to that. That ad, that damn ad! As he rummaged through the contents of his refrigerator looking for some brew, his mind took him back to his first few years here in Noxx Village. The first year was fine. He was busy setting up his new apartment, free from the rules and restrictions of mom and dad. The time flew by as he slowly created what he vainly thought would be his hot, irresistible bachelor's pad. Yeah, the women came by in droves. Right. Never happened.

The next year was harder to take. He'd finished creating his "love nest," he missed his family, the women hadn't shown up at his doorstep as planned, and he was becoming restless and lonely. The third year was even worse. He was not only lonely, but bored. His foot fetish had blossomed big time, and he found himself watching the women in his courtyard during the summer in their flip-flops and sandals and sexy, open-toed heels. He began fantasizing about those same women, even including them in fetish stories he wrote with himself as the main character. He'd gotten into the habit of spying on them with binoculars when they sat on their porches barefoot, to see who had pretty feet and who didn't, who painted their toenails and who didn't. Then he began drawing pictures of the sexier of those feet, depicting those very neighbors of his having him worship their feet. The pictures would often be incorporated into his stories. It was all very sad, true, but he was too shy and embarrassed to approach even his single neighbors with his fetish, so he settled for his fantasies, his drawings, and his stories.

Finally, in an extremely heated state one early autumn weekday, Randy had ventured into an adult bookstore. It was there that for the first time he discovered the "sex newspapers." He naively hoped that if he placed a personal ad in one of them, he could find a woman who wanted lots and lots of sex, maybe even - oh hope of hopes - a woman who might enjoy his foot fetish. Sadly, he failed to realize one indisputable fact...that the vast majority, if not ALL, of those who purchased such questionable tabloids, were men. And all of them were in the same boat he'd been in. So, placing an ad in a sex paper was virtually pointless. But, hope - and a good smattering of naivete - makes anything seem possible.

He would've placed an ad in CRANK or HORNY NY LADIES or SLITS 'N' TITS - and almost did - but then he saw two newspapers that he thought MUST help him connect...TASTY TOES and PRETTY PEDS. He browsed through a copy of each and saw what he thought were legitimate ads from women who love men with foot fetishes. Despite his embarrassment at purchasing such material, he just HAD to give it a try. He looked away as the grubby cashier grinned at him when he paid. He then rushed to his car, opened both papers there in his front seat, and took a closer look at the ads. He was hard as a rock the entire way home. He started answering ads the instant he got to his apartment. All those sexy women who wanted their feet adored! He thought he'd finally struck it rich...sexually speaking.

But disappointment followed disappointment. Each reply from a woman supposedly eager for foot worship was worse than the last, each one making yet another tear in the fabric of his hope. They were all either hookers who'd found yet another way to score some cash, or porno companies disguised as women in order to reel in more customers, or women who's real intent was to sell photos of their feet to desperate foot boys. The only real person he contacted in over a dozen attempts was a transvestite who was pretending to be a woman to hook up with a kinky man. It all turned out very sordid and very, very demoralizing.

But hope still sprang eternal. Randy figured that maybe all the female ads were fake, but he could place his OWN ad, and some lonely woman looking for a little foot-loving would see it and respond. So, he took up pen and paper and created what he thought was a decent ad, within the confines of good taste and within the boundaries of his own income - personal ads in those papers were an expensive proposition indeed.

So, he spent an entire evening putting his soul on paper, calculating the cost, realizing it was too expensive, and rewriting his soul-baring missive. Over and over he agonized over proper wording, truly saying what he wanted, deeply describing his desires, and yet doing so tastefully and within his meager budget.

Finally, after what had to have been several dozen attempts, he felt it said what he wanted, without totally emptying his wallet. Surely THIS would win him the foot goddess of his dreams! He remembered reading the words over and over:

 SWM, 20, sks Foot Goddess to adore. Must love having me at her feet. Am very hardworking, willing to please. Lonely & need to worship you. All services, oral & otherwise, gladly given. Not into pain. Oh, Foot Goddess, are you out there? Please let me serve you? LOST, LONELY FOOTBOY.

After the twentieth reread, he was satisfied that this was the ad he wanted to submit. He would submit it to both TASTY TOES and PRETTY PEDS, and hope for the best. It just HAD to work. He needed to adore a woman's feet so, SO bad! Such a woman he would shower with affection and worship day and night. It just HAD to work! IT HAD TO! 

But then came the tough part, the foolish part. He had to include in the ad some way to contact him. His choices were to use an "incognito" mailbox that the newspaper would set up (at an additional charge, of course) or he could use a P.O.Box to received replies at. The newspaper's mailbox seemed an iffy proposition, so if it was all a scam, how could he know if anyone replied to his ad or not? The paper could just take replies to his ad and toss them in the trash and he'd be none the wiser. And a regular P.O.Box would take weeks to get. He'd tried once before for other reasons and there was a waiting period. He wanted no delays in meeting the foot goddess of his dreams!

So, he was left with only one alternative, that being to put his actual address in the ad. Oh, boy, talk about risky. All sorts of nuts and weirdoes could run with THAT! This was simply NOT a good idea. But...he was truly lonely, he wanted so badly to express his foot fetish desires, and he wanted to meet his one true foot goddess. Nothing else mattered. He was, in a word, desperate. He would risk almost anything to hold soft toes to his lips and shower them with affection. So, against his own better judgment, he included his home address at the end of the ad! He didn't care. He wanted what he wanted and he was damn well going to make it as easy as possible for his goddess to contact him. That's all there was to it. His hormones had won out. He'd deal with any craziness later. He HAD to meet his foot goddess...SOON!

But, sadly, that effort had proved as useless as when he had answered ads. Oh, he picked up future issues of TASTY TOES and PRETTY PEDS and did indeed see his ad placed - multiple insertions over a three month period, in fact! - but, to his utter dismay, no replies followed...except from that very same transvestite that he'd mistakenly written to months ago and another desperate foot lover who asked that if he heard of any such women could he help him out by sharing her address. Sad...very, very sad. And Randy took the disappointment in stride. Not like he wasn't used to it, after all. He rode out his sad, lonely existence, having only his job, his hobbies and his friends to help get him through. His only solace from the whole ordeal came from the fact that he'd dodged a bullet. At least no perverts or psychos had begun stalking him or badgering him with questionable mail or personal visits. Small consolation, but it was something. Over the years he'd forgotten about the entire incident, the hope and disappointments all fading into distant memory.

Until tonight, that is. When Carly had handed him the folded ad and he'd read it, it was like daggers stinging into his eyes, piercing his brain. Memories resurfaced, roiled in his mind. At first the bitter disappointments had rushed to the surface, and then his concerns about giving his actual address in the ad pounded in his temples. Maybe the psychos HAD indeed found him? It just took them a while! But the one thing that kept him from retreating inside his apartment immediately and slamming the door shut, was the fact that two incredibly sexy women now KNEW of his foot fetish. That in and of itself was invigorating, exciting. These two women KNEW he was a foot lover, and yet here they were on his doorstep. They were probably just two more hookers or photo-sellers or psychos or scam artists with some other hidden agendas, but they were FEMALE, they knew about his hidden desires - which in itself was a relief - and they were here IN PERSON, in living, breathing, warm flesh and blood! That, and that alone, was what kept him from running. And since he was still as desperate for fetish sex as he ever was, his still reeling brain was as willing to risk it all as it had been those many years before when he allowed his home address to be printed in a sex rag. He'd let Carly and Amber right into his apartment with no resistance whatsoever, because hope, however faint, still burned within his chest. As before, he would take his chances, let the chips fall where they may. He'd deal with anything bad that happened when it arose. But until that time, this was a chance he HAD to take.

"Hey, little foot boy Randy," Amber's voice chimed musically into the kitchen from the living room, "we're awfully thirsty, and not a drop of drink has shown up to change that. Is our footboy sleeping on the job?"

"Yes, lonely foot boy, two beautiful goddesses are sitting here parched and with our feet unloved," Carly's voice followed immediately after Amber's. "We need our drinks, and then we need our shoes removed by our footboy so he can adore and worship our pretty feet. I hope you're not thinking about how beautiful we are and stroking your little foot boy cock in there. That's OUR job, after all." A chorus of giggles followed.

Randy did indeed have a hard on, but he had no intention of stroking it. His mind was on fetish sex, foot worship, seeing what these two women had in mind for him. Jerking himself off was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment. He was in such a hurry to get back to the two women that he didn't even bother to find the bottle opener. The caps were twist-offs, so he twisted them as quickly as he could, hearing the three soft hisses even as the sharp edges of the caps dug into his hand.

"Foot boy, get out here with our drinks NOW!" Amber yelled, stomping her foot so loud Randy could hear it in the kitchen, as was her intention.

"Yes," Carly added, "heel, boy! Bring us those drinks and get down at our feet where you belong!. Hurry it up before we change our minds and spend Halloween at home instead of with an untrained foot boy."

Some of the fizz from one of the opened bottles spilled over onto Randy's hand as he picked up the trio of beer bottles and headed for the living room. Normally, he would've put them down, wiped up the mess with a cloth, and then picked them up again. But, he was eager to get back to the "ladies," so he just licked the side of his hand and the neck of the bottle as he walked hurriedly out the kitchen door, three cold, crisp beers clasped firmly in his hands. He was shivering with expectation...and just a little bit of apprehension.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he said as he rushed to the living room.

"Good boy," Amber said, as she reached for her beer. "Mmmm, good brand. At least you have some taste in beer."

"Yeah, not bad," Carly added, and the two women clinked their beers together and said, "Cheers."

"Now," Amber said, "sit right down there at our feet, like a good boy. You can have a few sips of beer if you like before you start, but here's what we want you to do. First, you're going to tell us...."

"First," Carly interrupted, stopping Randy before he could sit, "our foot boy is going to take off those pajama bottoms and his underwear. If he's going to worship MY feet, he's going to be naked while he does it."

Amber had a look of feigned shock on her face as she looked at Carly. "Oh, my," she exclaimed, putting her hand over her mouth as if in surprise, "how could I have forgotten? The very first rule of foot boy etiquette is that he has to be naked! I could be drummed out of the foot goddess society for a slip like that! You won't tell the sisters on me, will you?" It was clear that sarcasm was a strong suit with these two.

Carly laughed, "Of course not, sister, but as a 'punishment' you have to help our foot boy get naked. Reach out there and YANK those pajamas off of him! Go on now...REDEEM YOURSELF in the eyes of the sisterhood!"

Both women laughed hysterically now as Amber reached out, grabbed Randy's bottoms by the waistband and tugged down hard before he even knew what was happening. Their hooting and hollering increased threefold when they saw to their glee that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His penis, swollen and throbbing ever since he'd first seen the two vixens, popped up from behind the rapidly descending waistband and bobbed up and down several times before coming to rest pointing straight at Carly and Amber. With his silky pajamas down around his ankles, the embarrassed Randy could only blush. " "Awwww...for US?" Carly cooed. "Look at that, Amber. See how eager our foot boy is to make us happy?"

"Oh, isn't that just so sweet," Amber giggled, "I think his dick is actually LOOKING for our feet! Isn't that cute?"

"Is that it?" Carly snickered at Randy, "Is your cock looking for our pretty feet, foot boy?"

Randy blushed even more, trying to reply but not knowing what to say. His mouth moved, but no sound came out.

"I think that's it," Amber plunged onward, "I think his cock wants to play with our feet. What do you think, Car?"

"I think you're right. I think it's time to let him sit at our feet, don't you?" Carly grinned at her.

"Yes, it's definitely time to see what our foot boy is made of." Amber not only grinned back at Carly, but up at Randy as well. The poor, breathless lad could barely stand, swaying ever so slightly to and fro, his knees looking as if they might become gelatinous at any second. The ladies licked their chops. Time to put foot boy through his paces. "Sit!" Carly snapped at Randy, pointing at a spot on the floor in front of the two women and about midway between them. "Sit, before you fall down and hurt yourself, and then you won't be any good to us at all."

"Yes," Amber quickly added, "sit at our feet, like a good little foot boy. That is, after all, where a good foot boy belongs, isn't it? Besides, it's exactly where you WANT to be. So, hop to it. Get right down there at our royal feet."

Amber didn't have to give Randy the least bit of incentive, as he was not only eager to take his place at those surely luscious feet, but his knees had finally given way, and he all but plummeted to the floor, landing squarely on his naked bottom. Like a love struck boy, he lovingly, longingly gazed up at his two brand new Goddesses.

Randy's clumsy switch from a standing to a sitting position had greatly amused the women, but they were much more riveted by his reverent gaze. Amber, especially, felt like holding out her hand and having him eat something from it as if feeding a cherished pet. Both women so loved leering down at the obviously smitten boy that they were experiencing the same exact moistening sensations between their legs. Neither had ever had their own fawning foot slave before, and both were eager to begin experimenting with him. But, he did look rather stupid sitting there with silk pajama bottoms bunched around his ankles, so Carly swooped down like a bird of prey, grabbed those leg-restricting bottoms in her taloned claws and ripped them completely off the surprised Randy. While he flew backward and caught himself on his elbows on the floor, Carly grabbed the legs of the pajamas and twirled the silky pants in a circle over her head, whooping a cry of victory, and then let them fly from her hand and sail across the room. Amber applauded and whooped right along with her.

"Do I always have to finish your work for you, Amb?" Carly jibed her friend.

"Yeah, yeah, bite me," Amber replied, "and save your putdowns for toe boy here."

Turning to Randy, Carly intended to do just that...but all in due time. "Anyway," she said, "that's out of the way." She sat grinning sadistically down at their now completely naked captive. "So, while you tell us all about your kinky little desires and describe how well you can worship and pamper us, we're going to have a little fun with you. Mind you, tell us EVERYTHING that turns you on. Leave nothing out. If we're going to be your foot goddesses, we'll have to know exactly how to keep you in line...um...I mean, how to make you happy." Another chorus of giggles erupted from Carly's and Amber's shiny lips.

"Remove my shoes, foot boy," Amber said, shooting her legs out at Randy so fast that he was startled. Her feet came so close to clipping him that he had to lurch back at the last second to avoid the pointy toes of her shoes giving him a cleft in his chin. 

Randy slipped the shoes off her feet, getting a much closer look at the spiders at the centers of the intersected cross straps. When he'd removed both shoes, the spider-webbed hose danced in front of his face as Amber's feet wiggled in their newfound freedom. "Ahhh," she said, "much better. My pretty toes are free to do whatever they want now. You like my cute toes, foot boy Randy?" Pointing both feet directly at his eyes, she wiggled her toes energetically before them, close enough that they nearly brushed his eyebrows. Before he could even focus on the painted toes or the web pattern of the fishnet hose, two black objects filled his field of vision and kicked away the pretty feet.

"Your feet aren't bad, Amb, but once he sees mine, he'll drool all over my toes and ignore yours altogether. He'll know gorgeous feet when he sees them." Where two succulent feet had wiggled teasingly before his eyes only an instant before, a pair of shiny black boots - their scuffed gray soles as close to his eyebrows as Amber's toes had just been - had suddenly and quite rudely taken their place.




Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet!



"Get my boots off me, little footsie boy. I want my feet free to play, too." Carly grinned wickedly as she looked down past her shiny boots at Randy's startled face. She giggled as she tapped either side of his nose with the pointy toes of those mean leather boots. Randy had to lean back to focus on them, to find the zippers he'd need to tug on to remove the inconsiderate, nose-tapping boots.

Finding the zipper on the boot to his right, he held the boot steady by the heel and pulled downward on the shiny tab. It gave easily, the teeth separating to reveal bare flesh beneath the leather. When he had the zipper completely unzipped, he released the zipper and then grabbed the back of Carly's calf just above the top of the boot and yanked downward with the hand that firmly held the heel of the boot. The boot was tight, and it required a more determined tug to coax it over her heel. But, with persistence, he slid the clinging boot over Carly's heel and forward off her foot. She sighed, her warm, moist foot almost squealing it's glee.

"Oh, yeah, foot boy, job well done. Now get the other one off, pronto!" she demanded, "I want both feet all nice and comfy. That is, after all, YOUR job from now on, to make sure my feet are spoiled rotten."

"Not to mention properly RESPECTED," Amber added.

"Yes, that too," Carly agreed, "Good point."

Before Randy could grab the other booted foot to perform an instant replay of recent events, the impatient boot sole tapped on his forehead. Tap, tap, tap, the sole rapped his forehead, as the slim heel brushed his chin. "You're pretty slow, aren't you, foot boy?" Carly said with a mock frown on her face. But then she smiled and added, "Well, that'll change. You'll get faster as we go along. At least you'd BETTER get faster. Nothing worse than a slow, lazy foot boy. I won't tolerate it!" She tapped his forehead again, a little harder. "Now get that boot off before I get bored!"

Randy worked much faster at removing the second boot. This was his dream come true, and he did NOT want to risk losing it because of a little slowness on his part. Keeping Carly and Amber happy was the key to keeping them, and their gorgeous feet, right there with him.

"Ahhh....delightful," Carly cooed when Randy had removed the second boot. "NOW we can get serious about making you our personal foot boy. But, before the actual pampering and fun begin, there's something Amber and I need to do...in keeping with the holiday, you understand." She looked over at Amber and asked, "Ready?"

"Oh, you bet. I just hope I can get through this without wetting myself," she giggled.

"Me too," Carly laughed, "but it HAS to be done."

"Absolutely," Amber agreed.

"All right then," Carly said, "then let's count together."

"One...two...three," the girls counted in unison, laughing hysterically the entire time, continuing together even through the choking laughter...

"TRICK OR TREAT, SMELL OUR FEET!"

At the very instant they finished their Halloween rhyme, both women's legs shot straight outward, their toes bent back slightly so that their pads and the balls of their feet were thrust directly into Randy's face. Their hurried aim wasn't completely perfect, but close enough. Contact was made. Carly's left foot and Amber's right landed squarely under Randy's nose, the undersides of their squirming toes momentarily blocking his nostrils, the balls of their feet flattening his lips back against his teeth. Carly's right foot glanced off the left side of Randy's face and her big toe nearly went into his ear. The big toe of Amber's left foot mashed Randy's right cheek upward, the toe and Randy's own cheek flesh blinding his sight on that side. His entire upper body, from his scalp to his ribcage, was jarred by that sudden, unexpected attack, and the multiple impacts resulting from it.

Even as the scent of Amber's stockinged feet and that of Carly's vaguely leather-tinged ones managed to squeeze their way into his suddenly squashed nose, the mocking women laughed hysterically yet again, at the startled look on Randy's face. They both pointed at his distorted facial features and howled with twisted laughter.

"Well, get to it," Carly laughed 'til she cried, "Get that nose of yours sniffing, foot boy."

"Yeah, foot boy," Amber added, "It's Halloween, so smell our feet. Get crackin'!"

The two feet that had scored direct hits on Randy's nose pressed tighter still against it, mashing up against his face until the undersides of ten toes had cupped beneath and totally surrounded his nostrils. There was no way he could take even a single breath without inhaling the scent of both Carly's and Amber's feet...when they let up on the pressure long enough for him to be able to, that is. 

"Trick or Treat, smell our feet!" they sang again, laughing as they rammed their toes unapologetically up against Randy's nose. His face was getting redder by the second, but the two women didn't care. Their outside feet, the ones that hadn't been able to make contact with his nose, moved inward toward the center of his face, pressing up against the other feet, sealing off any possible entrance of air into Randy's sucking nostrils except that which was filtered through their ten clinging toes and Randy's face. At one point, he had become so desperate for air, that he inhaled sharply and deeply through his nose, trying to force air through whatever spaces could be found around those clinging feet. When he did so, his eyes grew wide with the effort. The women, seeing this, let up on the pressure their feet were putting on his nose, and instantly the smell of four face-hugging feet rushed through his nostrils and drilled into his brain. The wide eyes glazed over, and the protective eyelids began to flutter. Their foot boy was in toe-sniffing heaven.

His face continuing to redden from the relentless movements of those stubborn feet, Randy continued inhaling, sometimes shallowly, but more often than not deeply, wallowing in the warmth of those pretty peds and the wonder of those alluring aromas. He reached up and now held those feet tightly to his face, not wanting them to ever leave him, sniffing them unashamedly...wanting to bond with them forever. He sighed deeply and his eyelids fluttered in ecstasy as he burrowed his nose into those pushy feet.

"Woooohooooo!" Amber squealed, "Smell those feet, Randy-boy!"

Carly laughed, "Sniff away, little foot boy! Enjoy our sweet, sexy feet. Our first gift to you. Mmmm...smells great, I'll bet. You must feel oh, so lucky."

Both women laughed themselves to tears, grinding their feet under Randy's nose, keeping them in his face, singing over and over again, "Trick or Treat, smell our feet! Trick or Treat, smell our feet!" Such a look of blissful contentment lit up Randy's face that the women were almost awed by its absolute purity.

After that amusement had played itself out, the two vixens decided it was time to give their new toy some new orders. They brought back their feet, relinquishing their "toe-hold" on his face, but kept them directly in front of it. They had to wiggle and tug them from his hands as he was so desperate to keep them close forever. When they did, the sad look on his face was pitiful...but amusing. However, poor Randy needn't have worried. They had every intention of giving him what he wanted - their feet - but under THEIR conditions, THEIR rules...and strictly at THEIR commands.

"Now, be a good foot boy and lean forward and smell our feet properly. We'll stop mashing your face and let you get some real, deep down sniffs going. Get your nose right into our toes and soles and let it make love to our soft, sexy feet. This is where you can really get a good whiff and appreciate their scent. Mangling your face is fun, but if you're going to properly appreciate our feet, you need to savor them, get to know them intimately. I'll be the generous one and let you sniff Amber's feet first, and then you can sniff mine." Carly looked at Amber and nodded, giving her the go-ahead to have her feet smelled first.

"Why, thank you, Miss Carly. How considerate of you." Grinning, Amber looked down at Randy. "I guess you'll have the honor of sniffing MY feet, first, foot boy. So, hold my feet by my heels, lean forward, put your nose at the base of my toes and sniff really hard. Get that nice foot odor that's down there under the stockings. You should be smelling my FEET, after all, not so much my stockings. I suppose I can always take my stockings off later and have you smell my feet again, but this'll do for now. Go ahead, now....sniff sniff."

Randy obeyed. Burying his face in the foot-warmed nylon, he inhaled deeply, moving from toe to toe, sniffing along the undersides of Amber's toes. Again he heard laughter from above. "Smells great, doesn't it, foot boy?" Amber laughed. "Makes you want to smell them for HOURS, I'll bet."

"Yes, ma'am," Randy replied, eliciting a chorus of hoots from the ladies, mainly because they knew he was totally sincere.

"Well, you can't smell her feet for hours, Randykins," Carly objected, "because you have to savor the aroma of MY feet, too. And once you've smelled MY rose-scented piggies, you'll never want to smell anyone else's ever again."

"Oh, please," laughed Amber, "your stinkers will probably make him gag. MY sweet feet, on the other hand, will have him sighing and begging for more." Then, turning back to Randy, mashing her toes up against his nose, she said, "Get a good, deep whiff, foot boy. Remember the lovely scent of MY feet so that when Carly here shoves her limburger toes up your sniffer, you can tell her just how rancid hers are compared to mine. Go on, sniff deep...store that beautiful scent right up in your brain."

Carly was nearly rolling on the sofa, watching Amber mash her foot in Randy's face and order him to smell it. But funnier still was the vision of Randy, his face contorted by Amber's stockinged foot, sniffing that cruel foot as hard and deep as he could. You just couldn't get better entertainment than that!

"Okay, Black Widow lady," Carly giggled, nudging Amber aside, "he's OUR foot boy, remember? Get your feet out of his face so I can put mine there. Don't make me get rough with you." Using her feet, she tried to push Amber's feet off of Randy's face so hers could take their place. What then ensued was a battle for Randy's face. Four merciless feet pushed Randy's face around as they fought for occupation of it. Randy could only sit there and wait, to see whose feet would be victorious. In the meantime, however, his head was kicked about like a soccer ball, his face battered by the jockeying feet. From both ears to the tip of his nose, and from the tip of his chin to the disheveled mess of his hair, not one millimeter of his face or head was spared the ravages of this foot war as the two women fought to claim his face as their own.

"Oh, all right!" Amber finally conceded, "put your smelly boats in his face. One sniff and he'll retch all over them anyway. THEN we'll see whose feet he'd rather have in his face. He'll BEG to come back and sniff MY feet. You'll see, you ol' Booty Bitch." The two women pretended to glare at each other like bitter rivals, but then they broke down and laughed so hard they snorted, though ever so slightly.

"Now," Carly said to Randy, trying to stifle her laughter, "smell THESE gems. One whiff of these and you'll shoot yourself before letting Amber put HER cheesy feet anywhere NEAR you again! Go on...nice, deep whiffs, now. Slow and sensual. That's the only way to truly savor their sweetness. If you like feet, you'll LOVE mine." 

Still chuckling, she wiggled her toes under Randy's nose. Randy took her feet by the heels and leaned into those wiggling toes, inhaling deeply once more. Carly pushed her toes into his face so that they splayed apart. Her middle toe was bent back beneath the center of his nose, while the two toes on either side of it each nestled under a sucking nostril. Carly moved her feet over his face at will, deciding when and where his nose would inhale her foot scent. Randy loved it, sniffing her feet as eagerly as he had Amber's, enjoying every second of foot-sniffing that Carly graciously allowed him.

"Oooh, such a good boy," she cooed, tousling Randy's hair. "Our Randykins is such a good foot sniffer. I think he really does love our feet, Amb."

"Yeah, he sure does," Amber laughed her response, "he's SOME foot sniffer, that's for sure! Look at him...he can't get enough! Sniff those feet, foot boy!" The women laughed still longer and harder, the wetness between their legs growing exponentially from second to second...especially when they noticed just how much Randy "throbbed" his interest.

Suddenly, Carly removed her feet from both Randy's grasp and his face. Again he was crushed. He sighed as he watched them leave his immediate vicinity yet again. The wistful look in his sad eyes brought still more giggles from the villainous vixens. Before moving on to still more enjoyable pleasures, the two women held their feet near Randy's face and taunted him, letting him watch their wiggling antics, yet not letting him touch them.

"Watch the pretty feet," Carly snickered.

"Yes, foot boy," Amber added, flicking his nose and lips with the tips of her toes, "look, but don't touch. Don't sniff, either. Just watch our sexy feet play in front of your face and WISH you could kiss them."

"Mmmm...wouldn't you LOVE to put your lips all over them, foot boy?" Carly teased, wiggling her toes just in front of his mouth.

"Or lick them?" Amber was quick to add.

"Or suck a toe or two?" Carly teased, shoving one big toe unexpectedly between his lips and then quickly removing it. The two girls were giggling hysterically as they watched the yearning look on his face, and the ever bloating firmness of his obviously equally yearning erection.

"Ooooh.....I'd looooove to have my soles licked," Carly teased, putting the soles of her feet in his face and rubbing them along his lips.

"Oh, yeah," Amber added breathlessly, "or between my toes. Oh, I'd love to be licked between my toes." She put the toes of one foot directly in front of one of Randy's dilated pupils and leaned forward, reaching down to spread her toes with her fingers. "Oh, Randykins," she whispered huskily, working the toes with her fingers, "wouldn't you lick between my toes for me if I wanted you to?" Randy's eyeballs nearly broke out in sweat as they watched the nylon stretch over and over again in response to the tugging of Amber's manicured fingers as they spread apart and suggestively wiggled the pedicured toes, offering up the steamy spaces between them for his culinary delight.

Mesmerized, eyes glazed, Randy nodded, his tongue sticking out from between his lips by nearly a half inch. It undulated in his mouth, the tip curling and writhing, the muscle flexing as if to break free from its root, escape from his mouth and crawl forward to those cruelly flaunted toes. So entranced by Amber's toe-spreading antics was he that he didn't notice Carly sneaking her foot into the proceedings and rubbing her toes along the tip of his tongue.

And just that quickly, all four feet again suddenly and crushingly vacated his field of vision. The two teasing tarts were hugging each other on the sofa, racked with laughter. Tears trickled freely from their eyes. Randy was somewhat embarrassed by how obsequiously fawning he'd been, and his face reddened brightly. This only served to amuse the women that much more. They laughed heartily at Randy's expense for quite some time. Then they continued abusing him, alternating shoving their feet in his face at will, teasing him mercilessly, chuckling as he lunged for a succulent toe or a lickable sole. One would shove a heel in his mouth to be sucked while the other would pinch his nose with their toes. And every step of the way they'd both chortle their twisted glee.

At length, wiping tears from their eyes and composing themselves, the two tormentresses sat back on the love seat, taking their feet from the new toy his face had become, catching their breaths. But though they'd stopped their IMMEDIATE harassment of their prey, it wasn't long before they turned their sights back on the still sighing Randy. For a bit, they simply stared at him, smiling at his obvious expectations. Then Amber leaned close to Carly and whispered into her ear.

"Oh, my, that sounds wonderful. Which do you want?" Carly asked, her face beaming.

"Let's choose for it," Amber replied.

"Okay. Odds, I get the dick, evens, I'll settle for the hands. Agreed?" Carly leered hopefully down at Randy for just a fleeting second.

"Fine by me. Okay...one, two, three...shoot!"

Randy was just processing the information that his cock was the prize in their newest game, when Amber squealed with glee, "Ha! Booty Bitch...the Black Widow strikes again! You are no match for she who devours her men!" Randy looked up to see Amber and Carly each holding up two fingers. Carly was frowning. Amber, as noted, was ecstatic.

"Wooohooo!" Amber screeched, "I get to play with that cute dick!"

"Well, at least I get SOMETHING out of this," Carly sighed, looking down at her feet. "I suppose my feet CAN use a good rub."

Amber was already ignoring Carly as she motioned to Randy. "Move up closer, Randy-boy. I need that dick of yours nice and close so I can play with it. C'mon, scooch up nice and close. There's a good boy."

Randy did as he was told. No sooner had his naked cheeks slid forward a foot or so on the carpet, than Amber's stockinged feet were in his lap, gliding and hopping happily about, eager for a little cock-play. Before capturing his penis between them, however, she played with it, kicking it about with her toes, watching it bob and slap his belly and thighs as she batted it about. Persistent toes then drilled between his thighs and below his throbbing shaft to find his testicles. Those toes wiggled and prodded until Randy's thighs opened and gave them full access to his hairy jewels. The toes of one foot played with those jiggling balls while the toes of the other flicked his dick about and tickled it teasingly. To say Amber was becoming aroused would be a bigger understatement than saying Einstein was somewhat clever. Randy, too, was enjoying himself. The silk of Amber's nylons glided ever so sensually on his cock and balls, and had him sweating from every pore in his body.

"Now, my little foot boy," Amber smirked, "I'm going to run my silky, stockinged feet up and down that excited little cock of yours. You don't mind, do you? I'm sure it'll LOVE my pretty feet."

Randy was nodding - though rather jerkily - as he watched Amber's nyloned feet slowly slide along his inner thighs, their obvious goal his still pulsing erection. Her feet were still - amazingly - just the tiniest bit chilly as the soft soles encircled the throbbing shaft. But they warmed up quickly. Grinning wickedly, she began stroking his cock with her feet. "Mmmm, feel good, foot boy?"

Randy tried to gasp a reply, but his lungs seemed unable to produce enough air. The two women again giggled.

"Oh, I know how good this must feel," Amber noted, "But, don't worry, you'll more than make it up to me later."

Before Randy could even TRY to get his bearings, a second pair of feet appeared once more before his face. "My turn," Carly declared, "My feet deserve a wonderful, soothing rub. C'mon, now, foot boy, hop to it. Don't let Amber's toes on your cock make you lose concentration, either. I want my feet massaged NICE. No slacking off...got it?"

At first Randy had a difficult time responding. He was so aroused and mentally weakened by what Amber was doing to him with her feet, that he was leaning forward, eyes fluttering, open mouth sighing, when Carly's bare, warm feet thrust themselves at him for his immediate attention. With his penis receiving it's own "rub," he barely noticed the pushy newcomers wiggling under his chin.




Trick or Treat Tease



When Mandy walked into Drake's yearly Halloween Scream party, most of the male heads turned. Which really wasn't surprising, she was gorgeous. Petite, only about 5 feet tall and with a killer body; her boobs were too big for her frame, but the guys loved to look at them. Large and luscious, she was hoping to get them reduced when she saved up enough money, but as a college student of course she didn't have enough right now. So she just flaunted what she had, she did like the attention that they got her, she just wished that they were more in proportion. It also helped that she was dressed as a very slutty little french maid, her curvy body practically popping out of her clothes.

Her cute little tush peeked out from underneath the very short skirt she was wearing as she walked through the party, smiling seductively at the host - Drake. Privately she thought that he was very cute, but she knew that he only slept with girls, he didn't date them, and that was completely unacceptable to her. Although she'd had sex before, with two different guys, both of them had dated her - and pampered and worshiped her - for months before either of them got between her legs. Mandy prided herself on making the guy work for it.

"Who's that?" Dana breathed as the petite bombshell walked past, the lesbian's eyes were glued on the sweet but small (in comparison) tush that was peeking out from underneath Mandy's skirt as Mandy bent over to whisper in Drake's ear. The guy standing next to Dana, her friend Victor, saw where she was looking and laughed. Dana was had cross-dressed as a pimp and Victor was looking very suave and handsome in his pirate costume.

"That's Mandy," he told her, shaking his head as his eyes roamed over the deep valley of cleavage that Mandy was showing as she turned around, "She's a fucking tease though. And totally straight so don't get your hopes up."

In fact, it wasn't long before Mandy was teasing every guy at the party... Dana was rather appalled at Mandy's behavior, especially since the small girl made it perfectly clear that she wasn't actually going to put out for everyone. But she shoved her large boobs in all the guy's faces, pressing up against them when she danced, and she kept leaning over to show off her cute ass cheeks peeking out. Her french maid costume was already the subject of many male fantasies, and seeing Mandy walking around in it had most of the guy's stiff.

Going over to whisper in Drake's ear, Dana smiled as they both looked at the flirtatious Mandy who was now teasing their friend Chris. Drake nodded and looked away as Dana went over to give Mandy another drink of the Party Punch... orange for Halloween of course.

Many many drinks later, Mandy was getting wild... usually she didn't drink very much at parties, but she hadn't realized that with each drink, Dana was adding more alcohol to what she was giving Mandy. So Mandy had taken in a lot more alcohol than she normally did, and she wasn't very good at handling it. 

Which was rather obvious, because she actually let Victor take off her shirt on the dance floor, jiggling her large breasts all over the place. However, she still slapped away anyone who actually tried to touch her impressive mammeries. So Dana kept the drinks coming, although making sure that Mandy was still drinking water so that she didn't get to the point where she'd be throwing up. That would ruin any chance of fun. Only about half the people were left at the party when Chris persuaded Mandy to take off her skirt. Now both her asscheeks were visible as she was wearing a thong that matched her bra. 

Most of the males enjoyed the show, but they soon left with girls who were a lot more receptive to their come-ons than Mandy was... she was still pushing away anyone with the audacity to try and get in her pants. Drake did manage to cop a quick feel as he walked by her though, she turned drunkenly trying to catch whoever had squeezed her ass, but only managed to fall on the floor.

By this time it was only Drake, Dana, Victor and Chris left at the party, they all laughed as Mandy flopped onto the floor, sighing loudly. 

Dana sauntered up, and asked, "Trick or treat?"

"Treat!" cried out Mandy giggling. Dana smiled and leaned over to kiss Mandy softly on the lips. To her surprise Mandy returned the kiss, but then shrieked as Dana's soft breasts pressed up against hers.

"You're a girl!" cried Mandy in surprise, struggling to get herself back up and pushing the cross-dressed Dana away.

"Yeah, so?" asked Dana, "I can make you feel good..." she straddled Mandy's legs and tried to kiss her again, but Mandy pushed her away, managing to push Dana off of her and onto the floor.

"Hey now," said Drake, all three guys had been watching, "That's no way to treat our friend, especially when she just wanted to make you feel good."

"Yeah," said Chris, walking forward with slitted eyes, "You know, I think it's time we taught this cock-tease a lesson."

The room went quiet as everyone looked at him, including Mandy although she had no idea what he meant in her drunken state. She was sitting in the middle of Dana, a pirate, a gorilla and a pimp.

"You serious man?" asked Victor, "Really? I mean... we could get into trouble."

Chris just laughed, "She's so drunk it'll be a wonder if she remembers this the next morning. And even if she does, we'll just say that she wanted it too. Everyone saw the way she was acting, they'd probably believe that she got drunk enough to hop in bed with all three of us if we told them that she did. Hell, I'm already dressed as a gorilla, I may as well enjoy being an animal!"

"That's a horrible pun," said Drake, his smile turning evil as he turned to Dana, "But that is pretty much what you hand in mind, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Dana, pulling herself up off the floor, "Let's teach the bitch a lesson."

That quickly they decided and suddenly Mandy was squealing as the three guys held her down, Dana ripping off her clothes quickly and harshly. Mandy's underwear was torn to shreds, and her bra ripped from her body, her pale creamy breasts spilling out. All four of her attackers moaned as they saw her pretty strawberry nipples.

"STOP IT!" shrieked Mandy, struggling hard, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Dana grabbed the smaller girl's nipples and twisted them hard, making her shriek with pain, "We're teaching you a lesson for being such a tease... you really shouldn't offer what you're not going to put out. Now, you're going to eat me out. And these guys are going to fuck you until you make me cum..."

And with that, Dana pulled off her own clothes and planted herself across Mandy's face as the girl screamed and struggled, the sound muffled as Mandy's mouth was covered with Dana's pussy.

"That's fucking hot," Drake said as he positioned himself between Mandy's legs, his eyes locked on Dana playing with Mandy's huge boobs.

Dana lifted up a little so that Mandy could hear her, "You better start eating slut, these guys might get tired of fucking your pussy and decide to move elsewhere if you don't get me cumming quick enough."

The way Drake grinned and pressed his dick against her asshole decided Mandy that she should start licking. And so when Drake's dick moved up against her pussy, she started licking at Dana' pussy, tears running down her face in her shame as she started eating out another girl for the first time in her life. Drake pushed into her body, making her scream as he began to fuck her hard, ignoring whether or not she might be getting any pleasure from it. He was hard and fast, thick and swollen inside her body...  

Struggling again, she cried and screamed into Dana's pussy as Drake fucked her, but it felt pretty good to Dana anyway. Moaning, she ground her pussy down onto Mandy's face, enjoying the revenge that they were getting on the pretty tease. Her hands were full of Mandy's breasts, she used them for leverage as she watched Drake rape the girl underneath them. 

Although Mandy was struggling for breath under Dana's pussy, she couldn't help but feel turned on as Drake's dick slide in and out of her slick pussy. Her muscles rippled around him as his dick pleasured her... she thought she must be going insane for this to feel good. When she came, she did her best to hide it, helped along by the fact that any noise she made was muffled in Dana's pussy. She did her utmost to hide it, keeping her body from moving too much in rhythm with his even though she wanted to grind her pussy against him.

It didn't take long for Drake to cum in her tight pussy, he liked the way she struggled underneath him, it just added to the experience; he didn't realize that she was writhing because she was orgasming. Immediately Chris took his place between Mandy's legs and shoved in, this time it was a little easier because Drake's cum lubricated the way a little better... but Chris was very long and she could feel him banging up against her cervix with every thrust. It hurt and she moaned and cried, trying to lick Dana's pussy so that the pain in her own pussy would stop. 

Dana could feel her orgasm coming on, but she wanted to hold out so that Victor could get his turn in the tease's pussy. So she pinched down on Mandy's nipples hard, distracting the girl and making her scream and struggle again. This just turned Dana on even more though, and she twisted Mandy's nipples. Even though Mandy didn't want to feel pleasure from this, didn't want to cum again, the abuse of her nipples made her so hot that as Chris rubbed his groin against her swollen clit, she started cumming again. Moaning loudly she couldn't hide it this time as she came, her face screwed up in intense orgasm.

Suddenly realizing that Mandy was cumming underneath him, cumming as he raped her, Chris came right then, loving the show that he was getting along with fucking Mandy's tightness. Victor's dick was the thickest, and he shoved straight into Mandy's tortured pussy, making her scream again as she was stretched the widest she'd ever been. Involuntarily her legs spread as she tried to alleviate some of the pressure, but he was just so thick! It felt awful and good all at the same time.

Moaning, she managed, by luck to find Dana's clit with her tongue, and Dana started to cum, grinding her pussy down on Mandy's face as she squeezed the girl's big tits. Victor kept on plowing though, even after Dana pulled off of Mandy, leaving the girl's face covered with pussy juice.

"PLEASE STOP!" begged Mandy, "You're too big! You're tearing me up! I made her cum, now STOP! PLEASE!"

"Yeah right," grunted Victor, banging hard into her pussy, "You think I'm going to give up fucking a tight pussy like yours?! Especially when you're such a fucking tease... I've wanted to fuck you for so long!"

And he began to bang her even harder, making her big tits shake and jiggle as he slammed into her while she wailed, Chris and Drake holding her hands down so that all she could do was writhe underneath Victor as he impaled on her on his thick meat. 

Feeling his orgasm coming on he bellowed, "Here's your treat from me Mandy!" and started to cum inside of her. Mandy just moaned as his dick swelled even bigger in her belly and exploded, causing her hips to lift as she screamed out in mutual orgasm..

When they pulled away from her, she curled up in a ball, three loads of cum starting to drip out of her very used pussy. She was completely humiliated. She'd been raped three times... and she'd cum three times. How perverted could she be that she'd enjoyed this?

"That was hot, I never thought she'd get so into it," Dana said to Victor, who smiled at his friend. All of them looked down at the former french maid... the only part of her costume still on her was the thigh high stockings and the hair piece.

Drake was still feeling horny, "You know, French maids are supposed to clean things aren't they?"

"Yes, yes they are..." said Chris, looking over his dick, "And you know, I think I have something here that she can clean."

"I think we all do!" laughed Drake. 

Pulling Mandy up he shoved his dick in her face, "Here French maid... clean it. With your mouth."

Mandy sobbed, "But I'm not really a..." and Drake shoved his dick between her lips, moaning as he pushed his way into her throat, making her choke a little.

"That's what you chose to wear for Halloween!" he laughed at her, "Maybe next year you won't pick such a slutty costume."

"That's true," remembered Victor, "Last year she was just wearing one of those stupid angel costumes, and that wasn't nearly as slutty." he sneered at the girl as she struggled to suck on Drake's dick, "See... you didn't tease people nearly as much last year. Maybe you should think about what you're going to wear for Halloween a little better... Or maybe you'll just dress the slut again since you seemed to like us fucking you so much!"

Drake shoved his dick all the way in and held her head pressed against his groin as she swallowed frantically, his cum going straight down her belly. Mandy sputtered and coughed as he pulled away.

"Next!" he laughed as Chris got into place, "Our little French maid did a pretty good job of cleaning!" Victor and Dana laughed along with him.

Chris pumped his dick back and forth between Mandy's lips, reaching down to grab a hold of her luscious tits and using them as leverage to pull her body towards him, shoving his dick down her throat. His dick was so long that the others could actually see the bulge in her throat where he was shoving into it. 

"Damn that's hot..." murmured Dana, she looked down at Mandy's juicy pussy which was dripping with cum from the boys, "Ah well. Not like I haven't done it before."

The guys were shocked and delighted as Dana lay down on the floor and scooted between Mandy's legs, where she immediately began eating the girl out. Mandy let out a moan of protest as feelings of pleasure fluttered up from her belly, the soft tongue of Dana soothing the hurt that being raped by three different dicks had caused. More than anything, she didn't want to feel pleasure... she was being gang-raped! And her drunken stupor was slowly wearing off which was just making her more and more aware of the situation.

Humiliating enough that they'd raped her and forced her to eat out another woman, and were now making her clean off their dicks, but to have the other woman eating her out! And it feeling good too! Mandy moaned in protest, allowing Chris to shove his dick even deeper in her throat, the muscles ripping over his long shaft pleasurably as Mandy whimpered. 

By the time Chris was shooting cum into her gullet, Mandy's pink pussy was clean and tasty, Dana was really enjoying licking the girl, especially because she was getting wetter and wetter. Victor stepped up as Mandy moaned uncontrollably.

"Please stop..." she moaned, "I don't want to cum again... stop... please..." and then her noises were muffled as a third sloppy dick pushed into her mouth. Her jaw stretched wide as the thickest dick pushed in, totally cutting off the noises that she'd been making; it hurt to have her mouth open that much, and her lips were tightly compressed around his thick shaft. 

Victor moaned in pleasure as her tongue flicked along the underside of his dick, pushing himself into her throat so that he could really enjoy her mouth. Her moans as she moved closer and closer to orgasm vibrated his shaft pleasurably. Moving fast and hard, he skull-fucked her, putting his hands on the back of her head and pushing in and out of her mouth as roughly as he had her pussy. But Mandy couldn't even concentrate on that, she was too busy trying not to cum as Dana enthusiastically ate her out, she couldn't cum on a girl, she COULDN'T.

But it didn't take Victor long to cum, as he'd been fisting himself while he watched the other two fuck her mouth, and then all three guys watched as Mandy wailed and pleaded, trying to get away from Dana's tongue. 

"PLEASE SSTOOOOOOOPPP!!" she shrieked, "OH NO!!!.... OH NO!!! I'M CUMMIIIIIIINNNNG!!!!"

The humiliated girl started to cum as the three guys held her firmly on Dana's mouth, her hips humping involuntarily against the lesbian while hands played with her large tits and nipples, increasing her pleasure. It was a long hard cum, until finally she sagged in their hands and Dana scooted out from beneath her, licking the sheen of juices off her lips.

"She's tasty," Dana said, laughing.

The guys let Mandy go and she fell forward onto her fore-arms, not realizing that she was leaving her cute little ass upturned for them to contemplate, her pink wet pussy beneath. Breathing heavily, she shed a few tears of shame that she'd gotten off.

"You know," Victor said in a low voice, "It would be a shame to leave a cute little asshole like that untouched."

Looking over her upturned, heart-shaped ass, the guys all nodded. 

"Our host first..." grinned Chris, gesturing at Drake who eagerly knelt behind Mandy. She moaned and tried to pull away as he thrust deep into her pussy, getting a good coating of her orgasmic juices on his dick. The poor girl thought she'd succeeded when he pulled out.

But then her head flew up as his now-lubricated dick pressed against her virgin asshole.

"STOP!" she shrieked, but the other two guys were already on either side of her, holding her down so that her ass was in the air and there was nothing she could do about it as Drake began to roughly push into her, deflowering her last virginity. It hurt unbearably as his dick dug deeper into her ass, making her cramp and twitch, her ass tightening around him as it tried to expel the intruder. 

Without letting her really adjust he began to steadily fuck her ass, making her cry out as each thrust stabbed deep into her newly stretched asshole.

"STOP! STOP! PLEASE!" she cried, "I CAN'T TAKE IT! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!"

"Would someone shut her up please?" yelled Drake over her cries, "I can't concentrate on fucking her ass with her making all that noise!"

Dana laughed, "I'll handle it." She got onto her back on the floor and pushed her pussy into Mandy's face, "Lick me you little whore."

When Mandy didn't immediately comply, Victor reached underneath her and gripped one large boob in his hand, twisting it viciously just as Drake slapped her ass hard, thrusting violently. With a cry of pain, Mandy started licking Dana's pussy. Dana moaned and pulled on Mandy's hair, shoving the petite girl deeper into her pussy, loving the way Mandy's whimpers and moans felt against her sensitive flesh.

Fucking hard, Drake slammed into Mandy's deflowered ass, groaning as his dick expanded inside her tight crevice and began to pump cum into her darkest hole; filling her up with her first cum enema. Mandy whimpered between licks as his dick got even thicker inside of her, she could feel every spurt of cum as it traveled along the length of his dick and deep into her ass.

Without missing a beat, Drake pulled out and took Chris' place as the second guy got behind Mandy's cute ass; he didn't hesitate at all but impaled her on his long cock with one swift stroke that made her scream into Dana's pussy. His dick opened up new places in her ass and made her cramp even more as it dug deeply; more whimpers as he began to pump in and out, punishing her body deep in her ass as his long dick rearranged her insides. It felt like he was pushing his dick all the way into her throat it was so long.

Dana started cumming as Chris plundered Mandy's tight ass, enjoying taking long deep strokes that made her entire body jerk and her ass tighten down on him as she reacted to the pain and discomfort. That didn't stop the lesbian though, she kept her pussy at Mandy's face, knowing that she'd cum again soon... her pussy was always more sensitive after a first orgasm, and Dana didn't know when she'd get a chance with Mandy like this again... if she ever did again.




Trick or Treat Tease



Mandy was shocked when, as he thrusted into her ass for the last time, she started to cum. It had been one thing when they were raping her pussy, but she'd had no idea that it would even be possible for her to cum while they sodomized her. The pain of having her ass deflowered had distracted her from the pleasant full feeling and the fact that his dick nudged against her g-spot through the interior of her body. It wasn't a an especially intense orgasm, but the fact that she'd gotten pleasure out of it at all shocked her.

Then it was Victor's turn. Mandy's entire body tensed as the guy with the thickest dick got behind her; she knew that it was going to hurt the most. Unfortunately for her, her tenseness did nothing but make it hurt even more as his thick meat began to split open her ass. Her pleas and cries for mercy were lost in Dana's pussy as the lesbian worked her way back up to a second orgasm. 

Victor moaned as he invaded Mandy's tight ass, her muscles rippling over him delightfully as she tried to expel the thick intruder; he began working her ass over hard and rough, taking her breath away with every thrust as his thickness split her open. The guys watched in amazed delight as he rode her like a pro, her tits swaying back and forth underneath her body as he thrust hard into her; the tears flowed down her face and into Dana's pussy as the lesbian began to orgasm a second time. 

Finally Dana pulled away and then Mandy had nothing to distract her from the cramping pain that was rippling through her rigid body as Victor raped her ass. Moaning and crying, unsure of whether she was enjoying herself or if she should be screaming in agony, she whimpered as he reached around and grabbed hold of her tits. The other guys didn't even have to hold her down anymore, she was feeling so weak from their assault... she didn't even beg or plead anymore, knowing that it would be useless. Instead she just had to stay there, on all fours as Victor pillaged her ass, his hands squeezing her tits hard as he used them to pull her securely back onto his dick. 

Suddenly he reached up and with one hand he grabbed a hold of her hair; leaning back he used it to pull her up so that she was almost sitting on his dick. The new position made her cry out with renewed pain and pleasure, especially as it gave him even more leverage to viciously thrust into her ass. The hand that was still on her boob squeezed hard as her ass tightened over his thrusting dick, and he groaned as he brutally thrust upwards into her tight ass.

Mandy's head fell back and her mouth opened in a silent scream at his brutal thrust, it felt like she was being ripped open, her body shaking in ecstatic orgasm... then she finally felt him pulsing inside of her, his cum joining the two loads that were already there. Finally his hold on her hair loosened and she was able to fall forward, his dick pulling from her swollen asshole painfully, leaving her feeling loose and surprisingly empty. 

Tossing her torn costume at her, the guys smiled, "Happy Halloween Mandy... thanks for the treat!"

Dana leaned down and kissed Mandy on the lips before she left; this time Mandy didn't resist at all. She just limply allowed her lips to open and accept Dana's tongue, surprising the lesbian by even kissing her back a little.

Mandy limped outside in the morning light, a funny duck-walk that came from having been raped and sodomized... the dawn light illuminated her face as she hurried to her car. Surprisingly, that light showed a tinge of regret that the night was over.



Trick or Treating a Witch



In her usual indolent way, Eve crawled right on me. I could see her hips move left and right as she was getting closer. She kissed me knowing I loved the taste and smell of her cum-covered, puckered lips; this was our ritual after a blowjob. She was a woman who loved giving head and swallowing more than she loved anything else; you could say she lived to suck cock. And she was good at it. Practice makes perfect. What better way to celebrate Halloween other than treating her a large cherry lollipop that melts in her mouth? She nuzzled and, with her hair falling on my face, teased my mouth with hers.

"I love your eyes, baby," she whispered looking at me.

"I love your mouth, bonita," I replied with a smile.

After a few sloppy smooches, we fell asleep, me at the bottom, Eve on top with her legs apart and her wet pussy touching my limp pride.

My girlfriend was Brazilian, dark-skinned, dark-eyed with long wavy black hair and a curvaceous body inviting a guy's attention with ease. We had been dating for a little over four months and we were a good match. Sexually and otherwise. A few times, we had discussed her moving in with me because I wanted to help her financially. She would not have to pay any rent since, as a nursing student, she needed to save for her tuition. Besides, she was a great person to be with, a funny and naughty girl, and a reliable friend too. With her great temper, she often said that her Brazilian blood and my Italian genes didn't mix well; we were both too passionate to keep our senses when we had fights. Yet, in sex, we were very compatible.

Whoever rang the bell had a lot of nerve. It was past ten and I couldn't believe a bunch of little kids were trick-or-treating at this time. I put on my bathrobe and, holding the candy jar, I opened the door with an annoyed grin that froze on my face. The devil in flesh sporting a witch's costume and pointed hat was staring at me; it was my ex wife, Amanda.

She was the typical American beauty. Tall, natural blond and blue-eyed, she was a cheerleader when we fell in love in high school. Seven years later we married and another seven years later we divorced. Her physique had always been good; she was slender and had a strong body. I knew that most of her coworkers were mesmerized by her good looks. They didn't know that when she got angry, this lean girl would turn into a slithering snake. As her husband, I found out that her taste in extra marital affairs was always great, quality and quantity wise. Amanda was a mean slut, definitely not the housewife type.

"People call when they can't make it on time," Amanda snarled. "And you didn't call you were not coming. Mark was waiting for you. I had to drive him all the way to Trenton. I want to know what's your excuse for letting down your own son, mister." 

"Oh, shit, I completely forgot," I mumbled very disappointed with myself. "I am sorry, I will make up. Maybe I can plan a little trip to the park, a couple of rides..."

"Sure, why not? This will fix everything, right?" she bit back. Before I had time to say anything, she was in the house getting ready to sit on the couch.

"Hey, this is not the time for a visit," I said trying to make her leave. "It's too late for an apology, I know, I am sorry. Trenton is not that far after all. But you have to go now. C'mon, go!"

Just before my ex stormed in the house, Eve went to the kitchen for some water. She was naked. When Amanda sat on the couch, she had a full view of my Brazilian girlfriend's body. Eve didn't try to cover herself; her body was great. Besides, Brazilians are really used to nudity.

"Oh, I see, you were busy, mister!" Amanda said ironically. "Hm, good taste, I have to admit." The two women's eyes met and, contrary to what I expected, they both smiled.

"I am Amanda, Tony's ex-wife," the unexpected visitor explained.

"I am Eve," my bonita said. "We've been together for some time now and I 've heard about you and Mark. He must be a great little boy." Eve came and sat on the couch next to my ex.

Amanda looked at me and said, "Yes, he is, and like all little boys, he needs a dad who keeps his promises."

Jab, jab, jab. How much I hated her! I was stupid to forget, but she had the nerve to come to my house late at night and make a scene in front of my girlfriend exposing my mishandled priorities.

"You got any drinks? It's party time!" she went on.

I am only a social drinker and keep a bottle of gin for guests. Eve filled a glass for her and as she was moving around naked, I confirm that no human could avoid thinking about sex when looking at the harmony of her boobs, her grinding hips, her trimmed hair triangle, her bubble ass without tan lines, her passion oozing from all over her. I was getting hard.

Amanda, seeing the competition, changed her attitude; her snappy tone was gone and after thanking Eve, she said, "I am sorry I came so late. I see you were in bed. You know, I sleep naked too. A woman's body needs to be naked to keep its freshness and attract guys, don't you agree, Tony?"

She reached out and caressed Eve's silky shoulders and chest. Eve smiled and stroked Amanda's thighs, only in a very gentle and considerate way. They both looked at me. Amanda's glass was empty.

Once again, I tried to make her understand it was time to go. I even walked to the door and touched the doorknob.

"Yes, you're right. Halloween is for kids, but we are not party people and tomorrow I have to get up early. Just be careful when you drive home. How many drinks did you have tonight?" I added hastily.

I got no response and I turned to see why. Amanda and Eve were not there. I thought, "Witches can vanish into thin air," and grinned. "Maybe she got upset and left. Nah, wishful thinking. I am sure she went to the can. Women go often there. I wasn't expecting her to say goodnight anyway. She knows the way out, she'll leave when she sees she is not welcome."

I left my robe in the bathroom and, naked, I entered the bedroom. The pointed hat lay on the floor. Have you ever held an ice cube with your bare hand over a fire? I urge you to do this, so that you can understand how I felt when I saw my sweet gazelle's body intertwined with the white snake that used to be my wife. A chill went down my spine, tickled my asshole and then my balls causing my dick to wake up.

They were kissing and stroking, cupping each other's breasts and letting little sighs mixed with the rustling noise of the sheets. Eve moaned and called, "Come, baby." Amanda was kissing her stomach aiming even lower. 

The ex love of my life turned and asked, "What are you waiting for, Tony? Are you sissy or what?"

I had no words to say, my cock was pointing straight up having a mind of its own when she dipped her finger in Eve's pussy. I couldn't take it anymore. At Eve's next moan, I lay down on my left side next to her, my right leg on top and across her thighs, and squeezed her body against mine. I didn't care for Amanda' tricks, I only wanted to please Eve. Or so I thought.

My tongue teased the Brazilian round dark tits with my ex doing the same on the other side. Sometimes, our heads touched, other times our tongues touched; in any case, the chemistry was strong. I watched my girlfriend's belly button going up and down; a few inches farther, my ex was already playing with her own clit. I took Eve's knob of ecstasy in my mouth and sucked it, rubbed it with my tongue and lips while my right index and middle finger entered her pussy. Her dark red pussy lips were hard and parted with ease. Her juices were flowing. With my fingers, I felt my way to her sensitive spot. I tickled it a few times and Eve started melting. Amanda was kissing and sucking her nipples while pleasing herself too. I devoured Eve's sweet pussy, wet my fingers with her fluids and rubbed her G-spot. She was so expressive, she let little cries and moans.

The blond witch sneaked behind me and, as I was on my side with one leg straight and one bent on Eve, she fondled my balls feeling their weight and squeezed them softly. Then she pulled my cock from behind me and started sucking. Her tongue slid over the underside of my dick, pushing the soft stretch of skin up and down. With a circular motion, she rubbed my cock's ridge against her lips. She teased my pee hole, pushed her tongue in a few times and hummed when she tasted my precum. I remember she always did this. She milked me hard while pulling my balls up with her other hand.

I pulled myself on top of Eve and, spreading my body along, entered my cock in Eve's slit. She was warm and wet and soft and so very inviting. I first pushed slowly, I wanted to wet well myself with her fluids. Looking at her in the eye, I pulled all the way out and penetrated her again. She opened like soft butter yields to a butter knife. I supported myself on my elbows and held her head, her rich hair framing her mulatto face. I loved inhaling the air coming out of her mouth with her moans; I loved the way her body moved, how her hips waved to meet mine, how her breasts jiggled responding to my thrusts. I was all inside her with Amanda licking my balls and keeping my fucking rhythm. When I pushed in Eve's cunt, my ex pulled my boys with her lips; when I pulled back, Amanda softened her pull and just sucked on them.

From time to time, I could feel my ex stroking my lower back, kneading my butt cheeks, tracing my crack with her fingers. She took a strawberry Twizzler twist that was lying on the nightstand and whipped my ass leaving rosy marks on me. Then she licked it and shoved it in my brown eye rolling it with her fingers, sending waves of delight to my entire existence. The hair in my thighs stood up. She left the twist inside me, so that, with my every thrust inside Eve's pussy, my clenching cheeks made the candy tickle my asshole.

I was so hard and so ready to cum when the creative witch decided to please me in a different way.

She whispered in my ear, "Go for the deep, Tony, I know she likes it," and she pulled one of Eve's knees up.

I was quick to comply and raised my upper torso kneeling on the mattress with my cock still inside Eve. I took hold of her ankles and pulled them higher and apart. I eased in her until all of my seven inches disappeared and started pumping her cunt slowly at a steady pace; she looked at me, pulled her knees higher towards her chest and moaned.

"Give it to me, baby," she said sounding really bossy. She wanted it so bad!

Amanda rested her head on Eve's stomach and played with her swollen clit. Then, she reached for Eve's clit with her tongue. What a great sight! The rosy tongue of my ex licking the sexy mulatta's push button with me harvesting her pussy's squeezes! My girlfriend's spasms were so strong I had to push really hard to enter her warm canal. Her climax released a load of juices soaking my balls. I pumped harder and harder slamming noisily the back of her thighs with my hips. My sperm started boiling inside my balls; I felt this sweet tickle along my dick and pulled out of her pussy. With Amanda's mouth only half an inch away, I plunged into her throat and quenched her lust with my jism. My juicy incense flowed liberally; every squirt felt along the shaft made me tighten my ass to shoot it farther. My ex had her mouth full, but was too selfish to share the sperm that she had so expertly kneaded inside my balls earlier. She swallowed everything with only a few drops leaking on Eve's cunt.

I was feeling numb from all the excitement. The two women worshipped my flesh with a few thank you kisses. I crashed exhausted between them, their pussies wet and dripping honey. We squeezed our bodies together enjoying the relaxation one feels after an orgasm. I drifted slowly into a deep sleep. It was the second time I shot my cum this Halloween night.

I woke up to a pleasant sensation, that of Eve's soft tongue rubbing on the head of my cock. Lying on my back, I was hard again. Is there a better way to wake up?

I tried to raise myself on my elbows to have a better view of my girlfriend's treat, but this was impossible. My arms were stretched and could not move. I opened my eyes and saw that my wrists were tied on the headboard rail with duct tape. I still had some freedom to twist my body when I wanted. I liked the game, being completely helpless with a thirsty mouth around my dick's bulbous head.

"You're so good, bonita, don't stop, baby," I blurted feeling my hardness in her warm mouth.

I tickled her nipples with my toes and arched my body a couple of times in an effort to fill her throat. My mulatta girl let a loud moan that made my cock vibrate; her breath became faster and her hips shook. She was climaxing with me doing nothing at all other than enjoying her tongue service. 

With my eyes still closed, I reminisced about last night's adventure. "What an impossible dream," I thought, "making love to Eve and fucking Amanda's mouth. I can't ask for anything more in my life."

"What a horny little pussy you have, hon! You liked it, huh?" I heard Amanda breaking silence in a soft, endearing tone.

Well, it was not a dream after all! My fantasy was real! I fucked these two girls and they liked it! The ex was on her back and under Eve's pussy, licking it in a frenzy. Eve could not talk, her tongue was busy with me. She kept shaking and only when she opened her mouth to scream, she let me out. It was a loud scream from the depths of her lungs.

She lowered her head unable to control herself and her face fell on my ball sac. With her mouth out of commission, she rubbed her face, nose, eyes and cheeks on my balls causing them to bounce all around in their pouch and making me twitch with pleasure. We were both unable to function because of my handcuffed wrists and her strong orgasm; we were both at my ex wife's mercy.

After Eve climaxed, Amanda joined her in sucking my dick. She tightened a cock-ring around the base of my thick tool and this made me all harder. Their tongues were teasing me, little kisses, sucking here and there, playing with my pee hole on top, nudging my balls to produce more cum...All my senses were focused on this blowjob with the two tongues all over my veinous purple cock... As hard as I was and having cum twice just a few hours ago, I knew it wouldn't be easy to cum again soon in spite of my full erection. That was good, the more my stamina the better.

Their little sappy sounds titillated my ears. A warm pressure started spreading from the top of my cock, slowly, down to its base, further down to my balls.

"What a mouth," I thought, "my baby is deep throating."

Was I wrong! I lifted my head to see my ex sitting on my cock, enveloping my engorged rod all the way down with her tight, wet rectum. She was as good in anal as Eve was in giving head. I used to call her Professor Ass and she laughed hard; she was proud to be an ass-fucking expert. When still married, we both agreed on this: a skillful ass is worth a million pussies.

Amanda leaned forward and started riding me slowly like a witch rides her broomstick. She knew how to milk a cock with her ass, no hands needed. She strained her anus open and sat on me, then released the pressure and pulled back. She tightened her cheeks while riding me, then she let them loose and pulled herself up. A couple of times she fingered her slit and made me smell and lick her finger. I was in heaven. Eve fondled my balls when they were not too squished by Amanda's ass and did the same with Amanda's breasts. This went on for a while, my cock getting the treatment he wanted before springing into wild action. 

"Let's free our slave, Eve, he needs to serve me now," my cock pleaser said and Eve untied my hands.

I held my cock rider's hips while they were moving on me as if they were flowing on water. I lifted myself and, with Amanda's knees flanking my hips, we both tilted left falling on our sides and then rolled on her back with me on top; now I had full control of her anal canal. After a few deep thrusts, I raised her legs and knelt on the bed nailing her non-stop.

Eve pushed a little pillow under her ass to raise her and make me more comfortable. She put the pointed hat on my head and smiled.

"Give the witch a treat, baby!" she said and I did.

Many times Amanda arched her back and pushed her head deeper in the mattress. The blond witch was enjoying it very much, rubbing her tits and hugging herself; I could tell by her nipples standing out, her stomach muscles moving up and down, then stopping to a contraction that I could feel with my cock. I spread her legs and her cunt opened wide.

Eve didn't miss the opportunity, she wanted to pay her the same great tongue service she received the night before. She teased the wet clit and let some fluids flow out. She spread the blond pussy open to marvel at my pumping ridge's outline showing through the thin membrane of Amanda's intestinal wall. She shoved a couple of fingers in it and followed the opposite direction of my cock movements, rubbing my dick applying light pressure. I felt her gentle massage through my ass lover's cunt and pushed deeper instinctively. I knew Amanda's ass like the back of my hand; she was deep, but at this angle I could fuck her guts with my meaty prod. Every time she strained her muscle ring to force me out, I pushed in as deep as I could and hit bottom. This had always been a great turn on for me. 

We fucked in this position for quite some time, enjoying my stamina and the girls' excitement without lows, only highs. The blond ass was turning a little dry; better for me, the friction on my fleshy spear increased. Every time I pulled back, I could see her bright pink skin folds coming out of her asshole, hugging my thick veins and sliding back in. Sometimes her folds stuck on my cock longer and I pushed them in with my dick plunging in her. Other times, I could feel her releasing her sphincter's tight grip and her rectum widen only to narrow again and increase the resistance. She knew how to work her ass, no doubt.

When she asked me to move faster and cum, I thought this was a great way to teach this witch a good lesson. She got her treat, now it was time for me to play a trick on her. I asked Eve to tie my bitch's hands on the headboard. I was setting the rules of the game here. My thrusts made her gasp and pant, moan and move her hips to my rhythmic penetrations. But I wanted her to surrender completely. 

"You like it in the ass, witch, right? You want it, I give it to you," I said in a rather strict tone. "Beg me as hard as you like, I won't cum until you shit blood, little witch! Since you have no broom, take my broomstick and shove it deep, Professor ASS," I yelled and grinned a sadistic smile. "Your husband doesn't fuck your ass? Or is he too small to satisfy this hole?"

My tearing her ass to pieces and Eve's tongue on her clit and tits turned Amanda into a physical and emotional mess in minutes. She hasn't looked so bad since the day she gave birth to our son. Her make-up was smeared and ruined, her blond hair was stuck on her red face in sweaty strands. Because she strained too much and too often, her veins in her neck showed thick and pulsating, the ones on her temples too. Her mouth opened and let little shrieks that followed the rhythm of my penetrations. With a breaking voice, she could utter only basic sounds; she did not have the strength to beg anymore. Biting her lips, a few tears filled her eyes; the witch was crying! I was drenched with her ass fluids, but I could not allow myself to cum. She had to pay the price for her nerve last night.

"Please, Tony, please cum in my ass now, I can't take it anymore, honey...please, PLEASE..." she sobbed, but I stayed firm to my decision. She moaned a visceral sound, so deep, it sounded masculine.

My seven inches kept wrecking her asshole with no mercy, non-stop, slowly but surely; it has been more than one hour of relentless anal action. I wanted to show her who the man is, cripple her ego, smash her soul and shit on her personality. Soon, my cock was smeared with a yellowish goo. That was the sign I needed.




Trick or Treating a Witch



I threw my pointed hat on the floor and, from my kneeling position, I leaned over her while supporting my body with my hands placed behind her knees and pinning them down on the bed. In preparation to plant my seed, I plowed her anus with my hard tool as fast as I could to a total ass destruction. I thrust my pelvis against her rosy butt cheeks so violently that droplets of her fluids, her shit and sweat went flying. The witch almost fainted. Her ass, spasming with pleasure until a minute ago, was lifeless because of her sphincter's unconditional surrender. Her cunt let out some drops of cum mixed with piss. I exploded in a long orgasm splashing her rectal walls with globs of rich sperm. Her anal anguish was over.

Amanda looked at me in the eye and hummed softly, "I love you, hon, I 'll always love you, baby! Only you know what I want!" I kissed her tender lips and felt her body still shuddering after all the exertion while Eve was caressing my sweaty behind.

I stayed in her stretched ass a little while trying to unload all of my seed. My cock was throbbing, but getting soft. When I pulled out, her rosy hole closed with hesitation.

I had conquered her ass and killed her ego.

"Please, Tony, call next time if you can't make it," the tamed witch said when leaving later in her long black gown holding her pointed hat.

"Why?" I replied. "Don't you want to have some fun again?" 

"I did love it, guys," she retorted with an unusual softness in her voice, "but we don't have to wait until you forget to pick up your son again. How about next Saturday? Will this work for you? Jake will go with Mark to a step-father/son camp event for the night and you both can stay with me. We have a California king bed."