2 comments/ 78930 views/ 0 favorites Coming Back By: Hcstuds My name is Jim Watson. At the time of this story I was thirty-five years old and going through one of the worst times in my life, so far. The day after I had pledged almost everything I owned to finance a business deal, I had a heart attack which landed me in the hospital for thirty-six days and unable to work for almost six months. The people I was doing business with were sympathetic but that did not keep them from attaching my property and taking it when I defaulted on the payments. That’s how I came to live in a mother apartment on the west side of the Cooper’s house. Phil Cooper was a graduate engineer but was not able to ply his trade as a result of an operation to remove his pituitary gland. The operation was performed in hope of curing his advanced diabetes. Phil and his wife Grace were in their fifties and lived comfortably on their savings from his job at the Kennedy Space Center and the income from their investments. Phil spent his days listening to recorded books and Grace looked after him. When I answered the ad for the apartment, I was impressed with Grace’s appearance. For a woman in her fifties, she looked good. It was obvious that she took care of herself. She was about five feet six inches tall and slender in build except for her large breasts. Her breasts were her outstanding feature, the one that anyone would notice first. The stress of Phil’s illness had taken a toll on her face but she was still a classic beauty. I was younger than the tenant they were looking for they determined that since I was recovering from a heart attack that I would be quiet enough not to be a disturbance to them. Their assumptions were right enough for the first couple of months. I mostly lay around the apartment watching television or reading. I went to the doctor once a week to hear him tell me about the open-heart surgery that he knew I would have to have as he put it, “when I was strong enough.” The thought of surgery on my heart worried me greatly and as it turned out, was keeping me ill. I was not allowed to drive a car so I took a taxi to see the doctor each week. After one appointment when Dr. Gloom-and-Doom told me I was no better, I decided that If I was going to die anyway, I might as well enjoy myself. I had the driver take me to a bar I used to frequent. I guessed that I would know almost everyone there and I did. I drank a beer and enjoyed the company of my friends until I was tired. I took a six-pack home with me. That was the turning point. After that, I began getting better. It was not the single beer that I had at the bar or the six-pack that I took almost six months to drink that made the difference. It was the fact that I quit worrying. I began showing improvement right away and a couple of months later was able to go back to work. During those months of convalescence, I had many long talks with Grace. I visited with her and Phil many times and often she would visit my apartment. At first, she would come over to dust and vacuum. But later, I knew that a knock on the connecting door between my apartment and the Coopers meant she wanted to talk. Most of the time Grace was very upbeat but once in a while, the fact that her husband could not take care of himself and had been impotent for over ten years got her down. She confided that she had even thought about having an affair. “Sometimes I think that I will just go out and have an affair but I could never do anything that would hurt Phil,” she said, looking as if she was about to cry. “Grace, you are a beautiful woman and would have no trouble finding a man,” I said. “He would have to be someone special though. He would have to understand that he could share a bed with you when you want but that he could make no demands on you.” “I don’t think they make men like that, do they?” she asked. “Hell, if I was strong enough, I’d apply for the job,” I said not entirely joking. We shared a mutual laugh and she said, “You’re just oversexed but I might just take you up on that but right not it’s time for Phil’s bath.” I really wasn’t interested in having sex with Grace but I did give it some thought after that conversation. The thought was not unappealing. She was a good-looking woman and the thought of pleasing her made me feel good. Up to that point; however, my sexual fantasies had been on the woman who lived across the street. According to Grace, her name was Pam and she lived with her husband, Gary. He worked in a manufacturing plant where they made boats. Even though they were only twenty-two years old, they had saved the money for a down payment and were buying their home. Their house was directly across the street from the Cooper’s house. I would lie in bed many afternoons watching her as she worked in her yard. She always wore bikinis while doing her yard work. Even though I was week, my cock would get hard as I watched her. I didn’t do anything about it but it felt good. When I began to feel better and stronger, I made it over to her fence to introduce and hopefully get to know her better. “Aren’t you afraid of getting a sun burn?” I asked as I leaned against her chain-linked fence. She was squatting pulling weeds with her back to me. At first, She ignored me but as I was starting to leave, she stood and faced me. I will never forget my first up-close look at her. It was like seeing a vision. She was short, about five feet, three or four and had blond hair that reached to the middle of her back. Her breasts were firm and round. They were somewhere between the size of large oranges to the size of grapefruit. Her stomach was slightly convex and her hips flared with a ‘come fuck me’ overtone. “Not particularly,” she said with a generous smile. I had been busily committing everything about her to memory and had disassociated that moment in time from anything that had preceded it. “What?” I muttered. “You asked if I was afraid of getting sunburn and I answered ‘not particularly’,” she repeated with a look of amusement. Pulling myself together, I introduced myself, “Hi, my name is Jim. I live in the Cooper’s house across the street.” “You don’t look old enough to have had a heart attack,” she stated. “You look hot though. Would you like a cold drink?” She had extended her hand to shake mine when she told me her name. Instead of turning it loose, I held it. After a few moments, she took my silence as a “Yes” and using our clasped hands as a lever guided me to the gate about three feet to my left. When I went through the gate, she dropped my hand and turned toward her front door. I followed her, all the while watching her heart-shaped butt swing first to the left and then to the right. Just inside her house was a living room and to the right through a squared archway was another room with a sofa and chairs but also had a full sized bed. Pam went into the kitchen and returned with two diet sodas. She handed one to me and sat on the foot of the bed. She sat cross-legged like Indians used to do in western movies. She was beautiful with just a small bikini top trying to contain her breasts and a wisp of the same blue checkerboard material covering her crotch. “Are you married?” she asked. “No,” I replied. “My wife and I divorced about five years ago.” “I guess that explains this,” she said pointing at my crotch.. I look down and saw that my cock was hard and tenting my loose shorts. “Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed. “I am so sorry.” “Nothing to be sorry about,” she said as she unfolded her legs and slid to the edge of the bed. “With the hours that my husband Gary works, I hardly ever get to see a hard cock anymore. Yours looks like a nice one.” She was assertive and straightforward about sex, a trait that I admire in a woman. It has always interested me that the traits that men most admire in women who are not their wives are exactly the same as the traits they most hate in women who are. At that point in time all I could think about was that I was about to have my cock stroked by a beautiful young woman who was someone else’s wife. Just before her hand reached my cock, we heard the voice of her son waking up from his nap. Farrell and I were introduced and we chatted for a few minutes while my cock deflated. When I stood and stated that I was going home, Farrell announced that he was going outside to ride his tricycle. Pam walked me to her open front door. I pushed the door partially closed blocking the view from outside and leaned over to kiss her. Our lips were open when they met and instantly our tongues were dancing. I was on autopilot. My right caressed her left breast through the fabric of her bikini bra then slipped the cloth up off her breast. My lips enclosed her eraser-sized nipple as my fingers slipped inside the front of her bikini bottom. I was not aware of it at the time but she must have pushed her bikini down because I did not feel any resistance as I pushed two fingers into her tight, wet pussy. As I finger-fucked her pussy, I used my thumb to massage her clit. She had leaned back against the door and spread her legs to give me full access to her sex. It wasn’t’ long before she was in the throes of an orgasm. She was moaning as her body shook and the muscles in her pussy walls were clasping my fingers. She squirted her juices into my hand as she climaxed. We kissed as she came down then I rushed across the street to my apartment. I went into the bathroom and pulled down my shorts and underwear. Using Pam’s pussy juice, I masturbated for the first time since the heart attack. I came so hard that I had to sit on the commode to recover. I had forgotten how great it was to orgasm. I went to my bed and was soon asleep. About an hour passed before I was awakened by a knock on the connecting door. Grace came in and sat on the edge of my bed. We talked about a lot of things but she seemed distracted about something. Several times I started to ask what was bothering her but decided against it reasoning that if she wanted to share it with me she would. Finally it came out. “I see you met Pam from across the street,” she ventured. “Yeah,” I answered noncommittally. “She was working in the yard and I introduced myself. She offered me a cold drink.” “She and Gary are a great couple and really love each other,” she stated. “Yeah,” I agreed. “And that little Farrell is quite a sport. “I would have thought that you would have said something about how pretty Pam is,” Grace seemed to be fishing. “She is cute all right but I prefer my women a little more mature, if you know what I mean,” I said as I noticed that she seemed to relax. “By the way, have you been looking for Mr. Right?” “No,” she laughed. “I thought you were going to apply for the job.” I moved on the bed until I was sitting next to her. I rubbed the palm of my hand up the inside of her arm. I expected her to pull away but she didn’t’ flinch. “You would run away from me like a scared rabbit if I made a move on you,” I said as I moved my hand to the back of her neck. “I would, would I?” she said. “I don’t seem to be running now.” I did not have a clue as to what her plan was but I felt as if I wanted to continue to play the game. On the assumption that ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained’ was the rule of the day, I leaned toward her and when our lips met, pushed toward me. She kissed me very stiffly at first but after a couple of minutes, she softened. I pushed my tongue against her lips and after a few seconds, they parted. A few seconds later, I felt her tongue meet mine. I tested the waters further by sliding my hand over her blouse-covered breast. I met no resistance so I tweaked the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She was breathing heavily as I slipped off the bed onto my knees. I pushed her skirt up and wedged myself between her legs. She opened her legs and offered my access. She gasped when I slid my right hand up the inside of her thigh and cupped her panty-clad mound. Her mound was hot and moist and I could smell her arousal. I moved the crotch of her panties to the side and inserted my index and forefingers into her. I moved my fingers in and out of her hot, wet sex. She leaned forward and began to plant kisses on my face. “Wait!” she exclaimed breathlessly, a little too loud. Then lowering her voice, she continued, “Please wait. You don’t know how much I want to go on but I can’t do this here with Phil in the house. I thought I could but I can’t. Can we go to a motel or someplace tomorrow?” “Sure,” I said. “I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with.” I got up from the floor and sat on the bed. My cock was still stiff from being only minutes away from sliding into Grace’s hot, wet pussy. She noticed my stiff dick tenting my shorts and caressed it with her hand. She encircled me with her fingers and slid them over the length of my shaft. “I hate to leave you like this,” she said. “Do you want me to do something?” “No,” I lied knowing that I would probably masturbate as soon as she left. “We’ll wait until we can both enjoy it.” She seemed pleased with my statement and went back to attend her husband after using my bathroom. Before she left my apartment, she kissed me and told me that she would see me in the morning. However, she was not the one to awaken me the next morning, Pam was. Pam was outside my open bedroom window. “Wake up Sleepyhead,” she called through the open window to me. I took a little while to shake off my dreams of Pam and Grace that had alternated through the night and realize where I was and why Pam was talking to me. I was lying there nude with a boner and I had thrown the covers off of me. I stroked my cock as I stretched and slowly pulled the covers over me. “I like what I see and wish I were going to spend the day in there with you instead of going fishing with Gary and Farrell,” she said and licked her lips. I pulled the cover off my cock and said, “There’s at least two of us that would like that very much. Come on in.” “You’d better cover that up or I’ll get all horny and won’t be able to do anything all day but think of your big old donkey dick,” she said with a sexy smile. “I’m getting wet already. So anyway, I told Gary about meeting you and he told me to ask if you wanted to go fishing with us.” I declined and she asked me to come out and Meet Gary. I washed my face, threw on different clothes, and met Pam and Gary in their driveway. They were packing their for an outing. Pam introduced us. Gary was a little taller than Pam but not much, about five feet six inches tall and skinny. He had a shy smile that showed off tobacco-stained crooked teeth. He suggested that I join them on their fishing trip and when I declined, he invited me over to drink some beer that evening. While gary went into the house to get a big cooler, Pam told me not to plan on drinking beer with Gary that evening because to him a fishing trip was just an excuse to get drunk. As I was returning to my apartment, Grace came out of her front door. She appeared ready to go. “I was looking for you,” she said. “Will you be ready to go soon?” “Give me ten minutes,” I said as I went into my apartment to shave and run through the shower. I was pulling my shirt on over my head when Grace knocked on the connecting door. The door opened into their kitchen and I saw Phill sitting in the breakfast nook. He had finished eating and was taking his first round of medications of the day. “You said you wanted to go shopping with me today?” she asked for Phil’s benefit. “You have perfect timing,” I said. “I just now finished dressing.” “We’ll go as soon as I get Phil set up in the bedroom,” she said. “I have to warn you that I have some extra shopping to do. I’m looking for a pair of shoe to wear with a dress I bought recently. Phil stopped taking pills and laughed, “You had better take your lunch with you if she is going to shop for shoes.” “It’s okay,” I said. “I’m in no hurry. It’s not like I have to go to work.” As we backed out of our driveway, I saw our across-the-street neighbors also pulling out. Pam and Farrell waved and Gary was taking a drink out of a beer bottle. I suggested to Grace that we drive about twenty miles north to Titusville where her chances of being recognized while going into a motel were less than closer to home. Grace seemed nervous as we drove north on US 1 to the Holiday Inn on the River in south Titusville. We pulled into the parking lot and Grace handed me fifty dollars. “You don’t mind going in to get the room, do you?” she asked. “Of course no,” I replied. I got a room on the backside of the motel overlooking the Indian River. I turned on the lamp and closed the drapes. I turned toward grace. If I thought that I had seen nervous before, I had been mistaken. She had the look of a deer in the headlights. I took her in my arms and held her. “Grace, I want you to know that I want to be here only if you want to be here,” I said softly to her. “If you want to pause or stop all together, all you have to do is let me know. I will understand and comply with your wishes.” “I am so nervous that I can hardly stand it,“ she said. Part of it is that except for my husband, you are the only man that I have ever kissed let alone anything else. Another part of it is that I am about to be passionate again after so long. Also there is the fear that I won’t be geed enough for you since you are so much younger and I’m sure a lot more experienced than me.” “You and I are in this bedroom for a totally different reason than you and Phil would share a bedroom,” I tried to explain. “You two had love for each other and made love to each other. We’re here for sex. We are here to satisfy our libidos and that does not compare to the true love that the two of you had and still share. I’m excited, too. It’s been a long time. As for being good enough, forget that notion. We’re adults, have all the necessary parts, and the desire. I think that we have everything we need to get it on.” She seemed a little more relaxed after she verbalized her fears. I felt that I should take the lead so I initiated a kiss. Again she began stiffly but softened quickly. I would like to report that we kissed passionately but the truth is we kissed hungrily. My hands found the slide of the zipper on the back of her dress and lowered it. I stepped and pulled her dress forward allowing it to fall around her feet. I quickly removed her bra, half-slip, and panties. I got out of my clothes and came together skin-on-skin. Grace was a truly beautiful woman, mature and voluptuous. Her breasts seemed even larger without clothes as they stood out from her slender frame. I openly admired her and told her how beautiful she was. We climbed onto the bed and continued to kiss and embrace. My cock was hard and sticking straight out. I kissed down her neck and attacked the nipple on her left breast. She had large areolas but her nipples her barely larger than small bumps. They were sensitive as I found as I suck on them and licked them. I had straddled her body and my cock was lying on her stomach as I alternated between sucking on her right and left nipples. I crawled backward as I kissed my way down her body. I raised her knees and spread her thighs. I kissed the soft white skin of her inner thigh on the way to her crotch. Using my thumbs, I separated her pussy lips and inserted two fingers into her. I quickly began kissing and tonguing her pussy as I slid my fingers in and out of her love canal. She was tight and I assumed that the reasons were because she had never had children and because she had not had sex in about ten years. I found her clitoris with her tongue. It was quite large and I sucked it into my mouth. Her thighs alternated between clamping tightly around my head and flying wide open. Her body was moving involuntarily and she was praying. Coming Back God, but it's been a long time. I've been trying to work it out since we spoke on the phone, but I'm really not sure if it's five or six years. I imagine you'll tease me for being so forgetful, yet I can't believe I could ever come anywhere near forgetting you. Not that I'll tell you that. Even so, I'm slugging back the vodka tonics, waiting for you, and it seems like no time has passed at all. It's as if it was only yesterday we were in the Holly Bush illegally, sneaking furtive drinks we were too young for, and furtive kisses we couldn't put names to. To be brutally honest, I'm glad you left. We were, I think, too young. Too young to cope with what was happening. Of course, perhaps I just told myself that, because I didn't want to admit what a coward I'd been. That would be shameful, I know, but I've done worse things since then. I don't think of them now, and I don't think anymore about the past because—as always—I've got myself a table with my back against the wall, and I can see the door opening. My stomach does that little jump it's done every time that damn door's opened tonight, but this time I know it's you, even though your body is turned to the side, turned away from me as you pass some dark-clothed woman in the doorway. Immediately, I recognise your shoulders. And, immediately, my nipples contract a little, even as my eyes are adjusting to fit your welcome shape back into the world. It's ridiculous, isn't it? The thinking part of me, the small part that isn't automatically a crotch on legs as I watch you walk to the bar, is amused by the fact that this hasn't changed. I knew it wouldn't, somehow. I hadn't really thought about you in years, but the reunion was like a flare to memory. I'd half-expected to see you there, surprised at my disappointment when I didn't. You get your drink and my hand is raised, fingers half-curled, half-waving, half-waiting... yet again, stuck somewhere between inaction and decisive movement. I want to bite my lip—you've made me nervous—but I don't dare wreck my lip-gloss. It doesn't matter, because you see me then, and you smile. God, you haven't forgotten how to smile, that's for sure. I am caught up and held in that megawatt grin, and as you walk over you don't seem to have changed at all. You reach my table, and I'm sure I'll knock something over as I stand up but, miraculously, I don't. You stand your drink down and say hello and, rising, I lean across to kiss your cheek. The evenings are still warm—I'm wearing a summer dress, my wrap left on the back of the chair—and your fingers are cool as they curve against my arm. You smell different, a far better aftershave than you used to use, and your skin's rougher on my lips. I try to leave you unmarked, unblemished by the make-up I put on (I admit it!) to impress you, and it seems funny, because once I tried so very hard to mark you. You smile again as we part, such a brief exchange, and as your fingers slide from my skin you observe that I still wear the same perfume. I say, yes, but I don't mention that yours has improved. We sit, and I can see now that you have aged. Oh, we're both still young, there's not much difference there, just the light shadings of flesh and the edges buffed off that youthful glow, but I can see time on you like attic dust. When I ask how you've been, carefully, my lips touching the rim of my glass before the question fully hangs in the air, you lift one shoulder in a kind of shrug. Your gaze flicks down to the table and, for a moment, I can tell that you think about trying to palm me off with a 'fine'. Your father died, you tell me, after a moment. I'm sorry, but not for him, and I'm not surprised. I know, though neither of us will voice it, that it will have been a relief. You had to watch him change so much, and I don't know whether the symptoms or the treatment was worse, or whether the thing that hurt was that he couldn't—that he wouldn't—help himself. You told me once that it was hard to love him, because you knew he'd choose the drink over you in the end, and I was fool enough to tell you that everyone deserved love. I know, now, that I was wrong. Now I understand that it has to be earned. You change the tone quickly after that; you briskly skim over the work you've done, the places you've lived, and you ask me what I've been doing. My answers are much the same. I tell you about places I've been, about the business I'm running now, my own rental company for day launches and small skiffs. I employ five people, and we do great business, especially in the summer months when people who've never sailed before want to give it a go. You're pleased, because you remember I never wanted to work in an office, though you say you never realised I knew anything about boats. I tell you I didn't, until I started the business, and we laugh. I'm glad to hear that your time in Sydney was great, that you gained so much experience in the world of marketing you now inhabit. We skirt around it, though I know we both once thought that, by now, you'd have been playing bass professionally. Perhaps we're both nervous, perhaps we've been sitting here longer than it seems, but we've finished our drinks. You go to get another round, insisting on paying for me, and I know I'm checking you out as you walk away. Your ass was never amazing, that was always the thing that struck me. I'd seen nicer, but never better, simply because it was a part of you. It stills bring a smile to my face. And, to be honest, you've clearly gone and got yourself a gym subscription you never had back then. When you come back, we're laughing and chatting as if we're the oldest friends in the world. We share old jokes, new jokes, and then you make some throwaway comment, some risqué line, and it takes me right back to how we used to talk. Our friends—and they were separate circles, I know—could verge on the conservative side. You used to get a kick out of shaking things up, and I was just as bad. I remember the time we were at a really dreary party. You'd spiked the Coke, but it wasn't helping much, so you clapped me on the ass and asked if I wanted to go and fuck in the bathroom. You weren't serious, and neither was I when I said yes, but it was worth it to watch those underage girls choke on the beers they were drinking. We ended up walking over to the old quarry, just talking and watching the sky. I remember wondering, in light of things that came after that, why nothing happened. I suppose, in retrospect, we spent three years in anti-climax, didn't we? In any case, I'm laughing so hard it hurts when you tell me I'm more beautiful than ever. I stop suddenly, and I think I could easily have swallowed my tongue, but I don't really mind. Your face is caught somewhere between serious and scared, and I can see the lust in your eyes. I thank you, and I know that, if this is chemistry, someone's just put a match to the potassium. No-one ever loves as hard as the first time, I've been told. I know it's not true, though there is something to be said for novelty. We were never in love, of course, and it's that knowledge that makes it easy to see how we slipped out of touch, and so hard to understand why we never made the most of what we did have. The first time I met you was at a party. New Year's, as I recall, when you oiled your way across the dance floor with a beer in your hand and a gleam in your eye. You were a little drunk, and when you put your moves on me I gave you some comeback so witty that I've long since forgotten it. You blinked a bit, looked surprised, and we talked and laughed and then the evening was gone, and a whole new year was starting. For most of the time I knew you then, we were both dating other people, and when we flirted it was just part of the game. For a long time, I believed that you making me feel the way I did was part of that game, too. I realised the rules had changed right here, in this bar, the first time we kissed. Two things we shouldn't have consumed, that night: vodka martinis and forbidden fruit. It's a stupid thought to have, because now I'm thinking of how your mouth was, and the way your breath smelt, and how incredibly warm it was to be in the crook of your arm, my fingers bunching up the smooth pima cotton of your polo shirt (you used to wear them all the time. Would you believe I have actually had a slight thing for the damn shirts ever since?) as your thumb traced slow circles on the small of my back. It was a whole set of sensations, a living tapestry that was you, or at least you as you were through my eyes, my lips, my hands. I remember how we broke apart, and how you mumbled some kind of apology and left, and how we barely saw each other for weeks. I remember how hard it was to look at you, how I used to see that look in your eyes, and not understand why you would barely speak to me, or why the sparkle was gone from our conversations. I knew what was happening at home, that your mother had left after your dad hit her the last time. I know now that that's when he got worse. What I can't understand is why it's so hard to breathe right now, or why the air feels thick, as if it's sliding over my skin like soup. Then I realise that you're touching my hand, that you're tracing those tiny, gentle circles on my knuckles, and I want to pull away, because that's what I would have done. This time, I don't. This time, I let you keep touching me, and I let myself enjoy it. I let myself hear what you're wetting your lips, screwing up your courage to say. I look you in the eyes, remembering every fleck of green in them, every freckle that lays like a tainted snowflake on your cheek. I'm amazed that you think you should apologise. If anyone needs to, it's me, and I tell you so, but you won't have it. You say you're sorry for running, for leaving, for not facing up to things. You say you should never have gone to Sydney, and I tell you that you'd still have left. You'd have done what I did, what pretty much everyone else did: go to college, to a university, or to some place—any place—other than home. Many have never come back. I wouldn't have, I remind you, but for the reunion last month at which I met that mutual friend of ours, kind enough to give me your number. No, then we were fledglings, and it was our nature to escape, to fly the nest. You smile, and you say, yes, but have I noticed how many people we knew who are married now? We can each list at least four (plus two divorces), and I say that that still counts. It's still getting away, building something new. Making changes. You tuck in your bottom lip and look thoughtful for a moment, and your fingertips still in their movement on my hand, which is a loss I feel like a sucker punch. Now, you do something I've not known you do before. You weave my fingers into yours, folding your palm against mine, and you look at me with your head to one side. You say that you're glad I called, though you were surprised. You say you thought the past was gone, nothing but fond memories, and that I had nothing to come back for. I tell you, as I told you on the phone, that perhaps there was something. I watch, with my heart beating in my throat, as you bring my fingers to your lips. You kiss them, and I can feel the heat of your breath and the subtle strength of your mouth and then you ask me the question that I always wanted to hear, but never fully understood. And I say yes. I remember this town, this place in which I grew up but was not born, like a lover. Visited again after five (or is it six?) years, I can see the changes, but also the old bones that remain unaltered. I see it from another angle, wreathed in memories, and it is both pleasant and painful to know that they are passed. You still live in that grey, sloping house a little way from the museum. I suppose it is yours now, with your father gone, and I do see remnants of him as you let us in. The pictures on the walls are the same ones—his choices—and the carpets are old and worn and still smell faintly of tobacco, though they are faded from cleaning. One person's dishes are draining beside the sink—you are far too fastidious to let them soak while you're out—and a fat tabby cat is stretched out asleep on the sofa. She opens one yellow eye and gives me a withering stare before rolling over again, dismissing me with a flash of her belly. You press a tumbler full of whiskey into my hand and you lean your forehead against my shoulder as I stand, looking out of your kitchen window into the blank spaces of the night-washed garden. I sip the whiskey, but it quenches nothing, so I turn in your arms and find your mouth, and before long my glass is tipping in the hands that are crossed behind your neck. I spill whiskey all down your back, but you don't seem to mind. You have a moment of machismo and try to lift me onto the kitchen surface, but it's too high and all we manage is a clumsy lurch and a bumping of noses which sends us laughing again. The laughter dies when I ask you if you want to go upstairs. Suddenly, there is no place for it, nor seemingly for words, because you nod mutely and all I can see is your eyes deepening away into eternity. The cat rolls over in her sleep, paws patting at some phantom rodent, and I follow you to the bedroom. The same room in which, as a child, you saw your father push your mother in a temper, and from which door you saw her fall, tumbling down the stairs we now climb. You would have been, let me see, five? Or six. She was not badly hurt, but you bore scars. You turn to kiss me again at the top of the stairs and—if you were not so choked—I think you would ask me if it's what I want. It's a stupid question, so I'm very glad that you don't. It's lighter and brighter up here, and you've bought a new bed. Good. I push you gently onto it, enjoying the fresh hardness to your chest. When the shirt comes off I am gratified to see that I wasn't wrong about the gym subscription. You murmur my name as I unzip my dress and, as I kneel across you, your hands run up the outside of my thighs, gently brushing aside the hem of the thin material, fingertips travelling towards the lace lips of the stocking tops. A look of blissful glee crosses your face as you realise my underwear was chosen with display as well as function in mind and I shrug, looking as innocent as I can in the circumstances. We both knew as soon as we spoke where we'd be by now. Of that, at least, I am sure. I pull the dress over my head and toss it away, clad now only in my stockings, thong and lacy bra, and I can feel every inch of your excitement. You cup my breasts with a hazy-eyed blend of reverence and delight that makes me think you may not even notice the rest of me. You wonder aloud, as my shaking fingers work clumsily on the hooks, why we never did this earlier and—although I think I know the reasons—I don't have a chance to voice them. As soon as I remove the bra your head is buried between my breasts, and I am too late to suppress the shriek you drag from me. If that's what your tongue can do, I shall never forgive myself for leaving. Of course, these days, neither of us have a partner to think of. That was one of the things that stopped us the first time around, right? I was so concerned with my wannabe tennis pro, and you—well, it may have been quantity over quality—but you were never without your latest love hanging from your arm. I recall saying I wouldn't be caught dead as one of that number, but then that's not what you ever intended, is it? Your mouth is everywhere now. I'm amazed at how you manage it, though I really can't complain. I surprise you with teeth and nimble fingers and your breathing comes in ragged gasps until I stop. You pant and vow revenge, and before I can scupper your plans, you have me at your mercy, the most secret parts of my body obviously not being well hidden enough. Your tongue takes my mouth as prelude, as promise, even as your fingers dance within me, a sly come-hither motion that locks me around you. I think I should have trimmed my nails, because they scratch you, but you bite your lip and want me to do it again. I do, twice in the space of an hour. In return, it feels like you'll split me open. Not because you're huge, but as if any touch from you could dissect me where I lay, open me up to the elements from neck to groin and leave me defenceless. You kiss my chest, between my breasts, and the pulse is trying to beat through the skin there. Your hands sizzle on my body and your hair is damp on your forehead. You squeeze your eyes shut as I touch you, touch us, touch me, and you cry out as once more I pull you against me, into me, so tight it's hard to tell where we meet or finish. I understand now. Your lips are by my ear, and you whisper it so quietly. In those few seconds, it's true for us both. It makes sense, at last, and I realise—I finally see, between the explosions of neon black colours that mark my descent into bliss—that I loved you then, and I love you now. We sweat and swear—I think you even cry a little as your pleasure is ripped from you—and what seems to take an eternity is suddenly over. The moments of quiet are the best. Between breaths, between hard-beating hearts and the murmured laughter of satiation, there is the time and the peace to see things clearly. Rolling over, you place your warm hand on my hip and ask if I'm back for good, and if I'll stay. You smell of sweat and sex and the alpha male pheromones you'd get rich from if you could bottle. I ask what you mean—stay the night, or in the town? Both, you say. Right now, you tell me, you never want to see me go. I smile and tell you that's because you're thinking with your little head. You press both against me as you chuckle, your arms wrapped around me, and ask again for an answer. I lean back against you, because you feel so good, and tell you that I wasn't coming back. Only visiting. I can feel you tense against me, but I tell you that—in the morning—I will be leaving, because I have a home to go to and a business to run. But, I say, it doesn't mean I won't come by again. You appear to think about this for a few moments, your lips pressed glumly to my shoulder. I know if I could see your face, your eyebrows would be drawn together in that frown you used to make while doing algebra. I wonder if I should have said something different but, after a while, you relax. As the dawn begins to break outside, you snuggle closer, and tell me how interested you've always been in boats. *********************** Thank you for reading - hope you enjoyed this story. *********************** Coming Back It was dark in the bedroom all except for the moon that sent a blue hazy glow through the window and across the bed where Elaine lay. Her naked body and the heaving of her chest as she breathed was all that moved. The gentle slope of her breasts to her waist and the curves of her hips were open and invitingly seductive. Her long golden hair draped about her head and shoulders like a misguided halo on an angel of real flesh and bone. She waited for him. She had been waiting for him and would not allow the thought that he wouldn't come to her enter her mind. Finally late in the night, the door opened slowly and there he stood tall, lean, firm in body and convicted in mind. His tight jeans and fitted white shirt only added the virility of this man with black hair that was long and pulled back in a ponytail. The cut of his jaw was square and his sharp features were enhanced by the moonlight and when he walked into Elaine's room and closed the door behind him the fate of both of them was sealed. "You came back Tom," she whispered. "I tried to stay away, but I couldn't," he replied hoarsely as he moved closer to the bed. Elaine could feel his essence, that wonderful pheromone filled allure that could drive her mad, but she stopped him. "Now it's my turn," she said rising slowly onto her elbows. I want you to feel how I feel." Tom stopped unsure of what she meant, but the heat between them was too great for him to question. "I want you to undress for me," Elaine began and inserted her finger into her mouth sucking on it like it was his cock. Tom watched intently as she sucked slowly on her finger in and out and he let out a low moan. She was teasing him, taunting him with her desire for control and at that point he knew he was under her spell. "Take off your shirt," she said. Tom unbuttoned his shirt, untucked it from his pants and slid it off his shoulders and tossed it on the floor. His wide shoulders and the breadth of his chest seemed to shine in the moonlight. Elaine got to her knees on the bed and traced her finger along his neck to his chest all the while inhaling the masculine essence that was his alone. "Now my love," she cooed. "Take off your pants so that I can admire that glorious cock of yours. He didn't hesitate to do her bidding and in moments he stood naked before her. His cock so hard that the veins bulged from it and jerked when her belly brushed by it. She leaned back to admire him in all his masculinity with the head of his cock already dripping with precum and his balls tight and filled. Elaine ran her hand over her breasts and twisted her nipples with her fingers all without taking her eyes off of him. "Stroke it for me," she began with her lips wet with desire. "Stroke it as if you were in me right now." Tom grunted as he wrapped his hand around his cock rubbing his palm over the rigid thickness. His thighs tightened as the sensation grew in him. He watched at her the way her body began to sway with desire. Her hips moving and gyrating as if he were already in her. He gritted his teeth as the rush to cum began to fill him. The urgency climbing up his shaft. "Is it sweet baby?" she said lowly. "Does it feel good?" Tom's eyes were glued on hers. The muscles in his neck and arms were tense, the feeling in his groin immense. The need to have her beyond reason. "Is it me you want?" Elaine asked. "You know it is," he said between gritted teeth. "Good," she slyly said and turned over on the bed to her hands and knees with her ass pushed up waiting for him. "Now give it to me good," she ordered him. Tom wasted no time climbing on the bed and mounting her. His cock was beyond rigid and hard, beyond waiting and wondering when to start or stop and dove deep into her hot, wet, slick, and swollen pussy. As if diving into a pool of warm butter, his cock penetrated her to the very depths of her soul. He grabbed her hips to hold on as his cock bucked inside of her relentless in its pursuit. Elaine's breasts bounced up and down and her hips jiggled as his cock slammed into her ass over and over again. Tom pulled back her hair to see her face writhe and contort with her own desire. She wanted him. It was certain and that night he would make sure she wanted only him and no one else. She would be marked as his with his cock pumping her and the stream of cum that would erupt at any moment. "Tell me when," he said between ragged breaths. Elaine reached under with her hand and began to rub her clit with her fingers furiously with intent. Her face was buried in the pillow and she bit the corner of it with her teeth. "Almost," she cried as her fingers rubbed. Tom threw his head back, "C'mon on baby. Cum now baby. I can't wait much longer." His words were all that was needed and she cried out in exquisite agony as she erupted into an orgasm that shuttered through her body. Tom could feel it, feel her pussy pulsating against his cock and erupted as well like a volcano that had been seething and rumbling for weeks. The hot cum that shot from him burned through his cock and into her pulsating pussy filling it. Elaine cried out again as she felt his cum streaming into her. Again and again he shot his cum inside of her until the last drop oozed from its head and he slid from her pussy only to collapse next to her and she laid her head on his chest barely able to breath. They stayed there for several minutes with body intertwined with body. The sweet sensation of coming back to reality a gentle serene ride. "I'm glad you came back," Elaine managed to say before drifting off. "I would not have missed this for the world," Tom chuckled and fell asleep with her in his arms. Coming Back Coming back for the school reunion had been a big mistake. Ten years changes everyone a lot, especially the ten years after leaving school. Most of the people who had turned up were strangers to me - I could barely remember them from school and had certainly not kept up to date with their lives since. None of my closest school friends had come back and I was wishing I hadn't either. The majority of those at the party last night still lived in the town and hadn't done anything with their lives. I shuddered as I remembered Trevor making a pass at me - he'd not only stayed in the town, he'd pretty much stayed at the school and become the caretaker! I'd left the party as soon as I could, just after ten, and gone back to my hotel for the night. Now, I was stuck here for another day with nothing to do and nobody to share it with. I'd decided to visit some of my old haunts, and was now strolling along the riverbank. This wasn't a public footpath, but as children we'd set off across the farm fields, following the river as it meandered its way out of town. It was a hot, lazy day. Little wind, just the gentlest of breezes to relieve the baking sun. The sun was sparkling on the water, brilliant flashes of light where the wavelets caught the sunbeams, reflecting them in all directions, flashing like a disco light show. This bit of the river was one of my favourite places as a child. The river had just come tumbling down a cascade of broken rocks and it fell into a wide pool that suddenly stilled the rushing water and let it spread out and slow down. The pool was about twenty feet across and forty feet long, with a wide grassy bank on my side of the river and steep cliffs, crowned with trees, about thirty feet high on the other side. As the river left the pool it turned through ninety degrees, so this little pool was a private as anywhere in the world. You had to be almost on top of it before you could see it. We used to come here as a gang in our earlier years, skinny-dipping together without any shame or worry until puberty hit us. After that, the boys would still strip off but the girls rarely did. We would still come down here to watch them though, pretending to be shocked at their antics, secretly comparing and admiring their ripening bodies. Francis, Jane and myself, the inseparable trio we were known as, still used to come here and swim naked together each summer up until we all left for university after school. Nothing sexual in it, it was just a secret place we all enjoyed together. On a hot, sunny day like today it was lovely to splash around in the cool water and afterwards lie together on the grassy bank to dry off. By the time we were ready to leave school the talk at those times would usually revolve around boys, which ones were hot, which ones we fancied, which ones fancied us! It was mostly fantasy and make believe. We three were all still virgins when we went of to university. Walking beside the river today brought back many of those happy memories, and coming up to the pool, I sat down on the grassy bank recalling all the fears and hopes we had had then. Francis and Jane were both married, with two children each, they hadn't been able to come away for the weekend. I had been married too, to Tom, for five years. When we'd split up two years ago it had been obvious that we had little in common, we'd fallen in love, rushed into marriage and regretted it within twelve months. The marriage had struggled along for the next four years, love turning into companionship, then into habit, finally into irritation. We'd actually got along a lot better after the divorce and now were quite good friends again. Tom was seeing a new girl, a nice girl called Tracy I liked her, but she was obviously very wary of me being around Tom and I got the feeling that she gave him a hard time whenever we spent time together. Lying back on the bank, musing to myself, I realised, as I batted the flies away for the twentieth time, that it was really very hot. Down at the level of the water, shaded by the bank behind me and the cliff in front of me, there was no wind at all. I was sweating and getting uncomfortable. I slipped of my sandals and started to paddle in the river. The edge was quite shallow, but the bottom sloped away quite sharply. Up against the cliffs the pool was over ten feet deep. As I stepped into the water, the sudden chill of the cold water on my feet made me gasp. Two more steps out and the water was more than half way up my calves. I was wearing a summer frock that came down to my knees so I hitched the hem up a little and took another step outwards. The water was now lapping at the top of my calves, one more step and it was over my knees. I walked a little way parallel to the bank, holding my frock up out of the water. It was lovely and refreshing, the water was cold and clear, sparkling like champagne as it gave up the air that it had absorbed during its tumble down the rocks. I took a couple more steps along the pool, and almost stumbled as I stood on a rock shaper than the others. One hand let go of my frock and I reached my hand out to steady myself. The edge of my frock almost fell into the water but I clutched at it again, saving it from getting wet. I looked around, suddenly nervous as a thought occurred to me. The place was still as secluded and private as ever, so I pulled my frock over my head and threw it onto the bank. Standing there in my bra and pants, I felt naughty and excited. I wasn't a schoolgirl any more and though I had no qualms about wearing a bikini on a holiday beach, or even sunbathing topless when lying down, standing in an English country meadow in my frilly underwear seemed suddenly wanton! I crouched down and ran my hands through the water, considering. We'd never worried about swimming naked here as children, why not do it again? My insides tingled at the thought. As teenagers, getting caught never really occurred to us and if we had been, we'd have been embarrassed, but would have laughed it off. Now, I was a twenty-eight year old, if I was caught naked in public, it could go a lot harder for me. One more fly buzzed round my face and as I swatted it away, my mind was made up. I was already pulling off my bra as I stepped back to the bank. My panties quickly followed and were dropped onto the bank with the rest of my clothes. Giggling to myself I ran back to the water and plunged straight in, gasping as the coldness enveloped me. A few strong strokes and I was up against the cliff face, relishing the coolness and the exposure. I felt like I was sixteen again, and wished I could share this moment with my old friends. I swam the length of the pool a few times, went diving down to the bottom to pick up stones like we used to and then floated quietly in the water, enjoying the contrast between the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the water. It was the cold of the water that won in the end, and I swam back to the bank and clambered out to warm up in the sun again. Only now did I realise that I had nothing to dry myself on. Not to worry, the sun would soon take care of that and I lay down to relax and bask in the heat. Lying naked in the open was making me feel quite naughty once again, and I could feel a tingling in my insides. It had been months since I'd been to bed with a man, and the excitement of nudity outdoors was getting to me. Apart from the sun and the air on my body there was the thrill of doing something outrageous, and the fear of being caught. I looked round again, quickly, but the place was as deserted as ever. Not really any chance of being caught at all. No rowdy teenagers looked like coming down here and finding me stretched out naked for all the world to see. I realised that I was a little disappointed by that thought and wondering about this caused a tingle in my nipples. I brushed my fingers across them and was surprised to find them standing hard and stiff. I shivered as I touched them, and rolled them between my finger and thumb, squeezing my breasts as I did so. I have nice breasts, not overly large, a 34B, but still quite firm and well shaped in spite of my twenty eight years. They have always been very sensitive as well, one of my more intense erogenous zones. Whilst I have never quite had an orgasm simply from playing with my breasts, I have come pretty close to it on occasions - especially if the person playing has been skilled with teeth and tongue! Lying there now, playing with my breasts and nipples I was getting quite excited. I felt a sudden wetness between my legs that had nothing at all to do with the river. A tightness inside my belly and a sudden shortness of breath making me very aware of my needs at this time. Swimming naked was one thing, could I also masturbate in the open like this? I wanted to, my body needed to, whether I should or shouldn't no longer seemed to matter. My left hand left my breast and moved down over my belly and rubbed the patch of hair I had left above my pussy mound before moving on and sliding over and around my clean-shaven pussy lips. I could feel how swollen they were and I was dying to push my fingers in between them to feel the wetness in there, but I waited, letting the passion, the desire, the need, build within me. I parted my thighs and raised my knees, leaving my feet flat on the floor. My aching pussy was now fully exposed and gaping open. My fingers continued to slip around and over my pussy lips, pausing to rub gently on the little bud of my clit as they passed over it. I realised that I was panting quite hard now and was close to coming, even before I had dipped my fingers inside my pussy at all. With my middle finger I finally parted my pussy lips and slipped my finger in to rub on the hard little button of my clit, gasping as I did so. I rubbed gently on it, three, four times, before sliding my finger deeper and pressing two of them gently into the wetness of my pussy. I moaned out loud as I did so, intense waves of excitement passing up through my insides. My right hand moved down as well now, rubbing on my clit from above while the fingers on my left hand pushed deep into my pussy and pressed up against my clit from below. Another wave passed through me and my bottom lifted of the grass as I felt my orgasm building. My left hand started pumping my fingers in and out, quicker and quicker as I moaned and pushed my groin upwards, waiting for the release that was only moments away. Suddenly, a noise that I had been hearing for a few moments without realising finally broke in on my attention - the noise of a child's laughter. I sat up, panic stricken. The laughter came again from the direction of the rock cascade just upstream of the pool. My only escape was downstream, round the edge of the grassy bank and into the field behind. My clothes, though, were upstream, just on the edge of the rocks where the sounds were coming from. I was frozen in indecision. Go and grab my clothes? I'd be seen for sure. Run the other way? No guarantee of a hiding place and I'd be abandoning my clothes. What to do? Modesty won over discretion and I made a move towards my clothes. Just as I did so a little spaniel jumped out from the rocks and stopped dead, looking at me with his head on one side. I froze. A movement in the bushes behind him triggered me into running in the opposite direction, round the bend in the river and into the field beyond. This field was laid to grass ready for making hay for winter feed, the grass was about waist high and quite dense. I plunged into the field and ran for about ten yards before lying flat to hide in the long stems. I had abandoned my clothes and was now trapped, naked, in a field with a family of strangers between me and safety. I crouched down on hands and knees, panting from fright and my sudden exertions. My mind was racing, asking question to which there was no answer. Did they see me? Where were they? How many of them? How old were they? What if they took my clothes? That last one was the killer. If they took my clothes, I had no way back to the hotel. I'd walked through the town to the river and the only way back was along the road into town again. Nowhere to get clothes before I got back to town, no phone to call anyone - nobody to call even if I had a phone! The panic was leaving me now as I concentrated on figuring out a way of getting out of this with my pride intact. First, I had no information to base any decision on, I needed to know who was there and what they were doing. That meant getting close to them and watching. I worked my way through the grass until I was about five or six feet away from the edge of the field near to where the grassy bank started to dip away towards the river. I could now clearly hear voices calling, laughter and splashing in the water. The family, for it seemed to be a family, had obviously found the pool and were playing there. I worked my way further upstream to where the trees met the rock cascade. The trees would give me cover enough to watch what was happening. Moving slowly and cautiously, from bush to bush, I was finally able to get a clear look at the grassy bank. It was a family, Mum, Dad and three kids. An older girl, probably about thirteen of fourteen, two younger kids, around seven and ten, and the spaniel that I had met earlier. The two youngsters were down at the edge of the river, throwing sticks in for the dog to fetch. The older girl was sitting to one side, watching, but being too 'cool'; to join in the fun. Dad was lying back on the bank and mum was fishing in a large bag, apparently getting out food for a picnic. I could see my clothes lying where I had dropped them on the ground about twelve feet away; they may as well have been on the moon, they would have been no less accessible. At least it looked like they hadn't seen them, but the downside was that it also seemed as though they were planning to be there for some time. I carefully worked my way back into the field and sat down to think things through. The grass roots weren't very comfy on my bare bottom, so I switched back to hands and knees again. My fears were subsiding again. There didn't seem to be any immediate fear of discovery and it looked like I would just have to wait them out. As I squatted there relaxing once more I became aware again of my interrupted orgasm. I had been so close and was still very wet. The urgent ache was returning to my womb and there was a tingling in my pussy that was making its presence felt once again. My fingers once again strayed to my slit and I shuddered involuntarily as I touched my still very sensitive clitoris. This one touch triggered a fresh release of fluid from my pussy, and I slipped a finger inside myself again. The urge for release rose up and hit me like a sledgehammer. I needed the release of the orgasm that I had just abandoned at the last minute, and I started probing my pussy and rubbing my clit once again. I could hear the sounds of the family in the distance and the combination of the naughtiness of my actions, the open air, the sunshine and my growing need brought me swiftly to a high state of arousal. I squatted back on my heels, knees apart and two fingers deep in my pussy. Cautiously I raised my head above the top of the grass to make sure there was nobody near before I returned to all fours and started to finger-fuck myself in earnest. I was so wet I had no problem stretching my pussy with three fingers and was quickly fucking them in and out of my pussy, feeling the orgasm growing within me. Pausing every few moments to rub my clitoris in circles I felt it swell and grow until it was standing out from under its hood. I was panting and gasping now as the climax approached, I think I started to moan out loud, but the world seemed a long distance off now, there was just me, my fingers and my pussy - everything else was a dream. I felt the orgasm start to unwind within me and tried to stifle my cries. The arm that was supporting my body buckled and I went down until my forehead touched the earth in front of me as my orgasm blossomed, my backside pointing up to the sky. I felt a wave of pleasure rip through my pussy, feeling it contract and pulse, another wave, stronger than the first, then a third even more powerful. My head was swimming now as wave after wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful racked my body. My whole insides were contracting and I could see the juices dripping from my pussy, dripping down to wet the earth between my knees. It was an orgasm such as I have never experienced before. As the successive waves and contractions subsided and sense returned I slumped sideways, gasping and panting. My hands were sticky, my thighs coated with slick wetness, I was tingling from head to toe. I lay recovering for a while, I don't know how long, I may have dozed or I may have been simply dazed by the strength of my orgasm. Eventually, I became aware of the world around me once more and realised the sounds of laughter had stopped, had they gone? I raised myself up on shaky legs to look around - no sign of anyone in the field. I worked my way back to my former vantage point and found the grassy bank empty. I couldn't see my clothes! My heart was in my mouth, but I didn't rush out, I stayed still and waited, watching and listening for any sounds. Nothing. I forced myself to wait for about five minutes before I finally crept out onto the bank. My clothes! They were still there! My clothes were neatly folded, not far from where I had left them. A piece of paper and a small rock were on top of them to stop them blowing away. I picked up the note and read; "You left us quite a puzzle when we found your clothes. When we realised you were probably still around we cleared out as quickly as possible. I hope we didn't scare you too much." My heart was racing with relief. I started to put on my clothes as quickly as possible, but then paused. I was still sticky with cum juice. I smiled to myself, remembering the intensity of my orgasm and in anticipation of just one more dip in the pool... Coming Back Ch. 02 Things were going quite well for me in my recovery. Even though I could do about whatever I wanted, the doctor had ordered me to take another six weeks off from work. He said that he wanted me to be a bit stronger before I took on the pressures of the job again. I continued to live in the mother apartment attached to the Cooper's house and felt comfortable there. I was allowed to drive on a limited basis but had few places to go. Most of my friends were drinkers and their socializing usually involved sitting around in one of their homes or a tavern sipping suds. I still enjoyed a beer now and then but I no longer relished the group bingeing in which I had participated so many times. I visited with Pam and Gary across the street once in a while. When Gary was there, he would drink heavily and at first, he would insist that that I join him. After a while he was content when I would sip a beer while he would guzzle several. His drinking did not bother me especially when I remembered fucking his beautiful wife while he was passed out on the bed just on the other side of the archway. It was going on three weeks since we had that evening on the sofa and we had not had an opportunity to repeat the performance. Gary was home at night and their young son, Farrell, was there during the day. The two weekends were taken up, first by his and then by her parents. We had managed a grope here and a kiss there and talked about how we could get together but it had not happened. I was lying across my bed looking at Pam across the street. She was playing with her son and I was daydreaming about the wonderful sensations I had felt when my stiff dick was sliding in and our of her tight slick pussy, while her husband was sleeping just a few feet away. I was jarred from my reverie by a knock on the door that separated my apartment from the Cooper's house. When I answered the door, Grace was standing there in a dressing gown. "Good morning," I said as I took in her radiant glow that she'd had since we went "shoe shopping" almost three weeks ago. "Phil and I were wondering if you would like to have breakfast with us," she said pointing at the breakfast nook where Phil was sitting. I guess that she was making sure that I saw him before I said anything. "I've had breakfast but I would appreciate another cup of coffee and some good conversation," I said as I took a seat on the opposite end of the breakfast table where Phil was sitting. "Good morning, Phil." "You had better be careful," he said. "She's not finished yet. She's about to ensnarl you is a full blown shopping trip." "I don't know if you need groceries or not but I'm going this morning and thought that you might like to join me," she said. "I have to warn you though that I have some other shopping to do before I go to the grocery store." "That's Okay," I said laughingly. "I don't get out much so I'll just watch the women while you shop. You'll just have to let me know where and when to meet you." I finished my coffee and returned to my apartment to get ready. I showered and shaved then went outside to wait for Grace. Pam and Farrell were still playing in their yard. They waved me over as soon as they saw me. "Guess what we're gonna do," Farrell exclaimed without waiting for an answer. "We're gonna go camping and sleep in a tent and you're going with." "Farrell, you're getting the cart before the horse," Pam said. "We haven't even asked him yet. You will come with up, won't you?" I could think of all the pitfalls and started making logistical excuses. I didn't have a tent or any of the item commonly associated with camping. Pam countered all of which with basically the same argument and that was that they had everything that we would need. All I had to bring was my pillow. The long and short of it was that Gary had suggested asking me to go and Pam wanted me to go for the chance of being around me even though we would not be able to get together. Grace came out of the house and I explained what was going on. Pam interrupted, "We have a tent big enough for all of us and you'll have a lot of fun." Farrell excitedly echoed his mother, "Yeah, come over and we'll have fun camping!" I agreed to talk to Pam and Gary later in the day so that Grace and I could be on our way. Grace was quiet until we had turned North on US 1, heading for Titusville. "What's really going on between you and Pam?" she asked. "I see the way she looks at you and I don't much like it." "Don't start getting possessive or jealous with me," I chided. "They're just a couple of kids with a kid. I think that they like the fact that someone they consider an adult will spend time with them. Gary drinks too much beer and in doing so neglects his family. I was hoping to have a positive effect on him." Grace seemed satisfied with my answer and asked, "Are you trying to have a positive influence on me?" "I don't plan to have an influence of you, positive or negative," I replied. "I'm just planning to fuck your brains out." We laughed and continued with lighthearted banter until we reached the Holiday Inn. I quickly went in to get the room and we drove around to the east side of the motel overlooking the Indian River. We were not there for the scenery so we went upstairs and into our room. Unlike our first time, Grace wasn't nervous. In fact, she was quite self-assured. As soon as I closed the drapes, her arms were around my neck and we were kissing. I pulled the zipper down the back of her dress. She dropped her arms and let it fall around her feet. I unsnapped her bra and watched as it joined her dress on the floor. I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of her half-slip and panties and pulled them down together. I sat her down on the edge and knelt between her knees. I ran my tongue around her large areola and over her almost flat nipples. Her nipples did not stick out much but I could tell by the way she moaned when I licked them that they worked just fine. I spent a lot of time worshiping her breast. I moved from one nipple to the other tonguing, licking, and nipping. While I was working on her large breasts, I slipped my right hand between her legs and moved it up the inside of her creamy, white thigh until I felt the moist heat of her hot pussy. She was too upright for to gain easy access to her love canal so I gently pushed against her right shoulder with my left hand causing her to lie back across the bed. I pulled her butt closer to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs until her knees were resting on my shoulders. I plunged two fingers into her sopping sex and lowered my head until I tasted her sweet nectar. I licked the inside of her nether lips until they we spread enough for me to find her engorged clitoris. I sucked it into my mouth. My tongue dueled with it like a mini-french kiss while my fingers were pistoning in and out of her. Every time my fingers were all the way in, I pushed them in harder. Grace was moaning as small orgasms were passing through her body. Then the Orgasm with the capital O hit her like a ton of bricks. I continued my clit licking and finger fucking for a few more minutes before I scooted her further on the bed before I crawled up over her. Resting my weight on my elbows and knees, my hard cock found the center of her sex and sank to the hilt in one plunge. The spasming of the muscles in the walls of her vagina was almost more than I could take but I maintain control and held back from the edge until she wrapped her legs around me and locked her feet behind my ass pulling me harder against her. My cock exploded and shot what felt like gallons of cum deep inside her already wet pussy. We stayed in the missionary position with my cock still inside her as we enjoyed the aftershocks of our sexual union until her pussy pushed my limp dick out of her. We rolled over onto our sides and held each other while we came back to reality. We showered to get rid of the smell of sex that had permeated the room. Even though we had just shared our bodies with each other, Grace preferred to shower alone. I was lying on the bed watching her prepare to shower. She had an amazing body. My feasted on her flat stomach, her slender thighs, her rounded butt, and her large breasts that seemed to defy gravity. I felt that familiar in my groin but knowing that we had to leave, I put it out of my mind. I was dozing when Grace shook me to tell me that the shower was mine. Grace really had a little shopping to do so we went to the Miracle City Mall then south to the Publix at Port St, John to get our groceries. We didn't say much to each other while we were shopping. We just moved along doing what we had to do while enjoying our after-sex bliss. When we arrived back home, I helped her carry her groceries into her house before collecting mine. I was thankful that Phil was asleep. I wasn't ready to talk with him today. I put my stuff away and went to bed to take a nap. I was about asleep when I heard the connecting door open. Grace came into my bedroom and sat on the side of my bed. She leaned forward and kissed me. "Thanks for this morning," she said. I was just thinking about you because my legs are still rubbery. I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate what you are doing for me." "Grace, what we do together is mutual," I replied surprised that she might think that the sex we shared was an act of charity. "I'm lucky that we got to know each other in the way that we have. You are a beautiful, vibrant woman and I take as much away from our rendezvous as you do." "Thanks," she said. "I guess I needed to hear that. I also wanted to tell you that the results of what we do carries over into other parts of my life. Last Sunday, my pastor said that he had noticed a spring in my step that he had not seen in quite awhile. Even Phil has said that I am more enjoyable to have around lately. I thank them but I know that the way I feel comes from our sexual activity. I'm glad you enjoy it also." I was about to respond but she kissed and was quickly gone. I lay there on the bed thinking about the implications of what Grace had said and went to sleep doing so. I was comfortably resting in the arms of Morpheus dreaming vivid dreams that I don't remember when I was pulled back into reality by a young voice. "Better wake up if you're going camping with up," Farrell said excitedly. "Dad will be home soon and we're ready to go so you had better get up." "Give me a couple of minutes to wake up and I'll come out and talk with you." I went to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and went outside but Farrell was nowhere to be found. I was about to go back inside when I saw Pam coming across the street. She was wearing the minimum excuse for a bikini. It covered all the legally necessary places but left little to the imagination. "So you're going with then?" It was a half statement and half-question. "I don't know," I replied. It seems that it would be better if it were just the family since I don't know anything about camping." "I don't want to talk you in to anything but it would mean a lot to me if you went," she said. "I have always had trouble saying no to a beautiful woman especially one that was almost naked, I said. Want to come inside for a minute?" "Just a minute," she replied as we stepped inside. We melted into one another as our lips met and our tongues entwined. My hands went to her ass cheeks pulling her close to me and pressing my cock into her stomach. She snaked her hand between us and wrapped her fingers around my growing cock. "I want this inside me," she whispered. "Not as much as I do," I replied breathlessly. We kissed passionately. As I was about to push up the bra of her bikini so that I had access to her gorgeous breasts, she said, "I gotta go." She was out the door. I went to the bathroom and masturbated into the sink. It relieved my hard on but was hardly satisfying. I shaved and showered in preparation for going camping. After dressing in shorts and tee shirt and putting a change of clothes in a gym bag, I knocked on the connecting door. "Hi neighbor," Grace said smiling widely. "Hi yourself," I replied. "You're in a festive mood this afternoon. "She's been that way lately," Phil said with a smile obviously enjoying her change in moods. "Does she look any different?" "She looks happy," I replied. "I am happy,' Grace said. "A couple of weeks ago our pastor said that a person could have almost any kind of day that they wanted so I decided to have good days. Instead of focusing on the negatives in my life, I am focusing on the positives. I have a great husband who loves me and friends who are about me. I even have a pretty good neighbor and tenant." "Thanks Grace," I said smiling at her explanation. I"I came over to tell you that I am going to be an absent neighbor and tenant for a couple of days. Pam and Gary have talked me into going camping with them. I feel like a fifth wheel on what think should be a family outing but they insist they want me to go." "Well, maybe you can influence Gary not to drink too much," Grace said. "According to Pam, he's been drinking a lot lately." "That's all I need," I said. "It doesn't sound like much of a weekend," Phil said. "Better you than me." "Now that's an idea," I said with a laugh. Phil will take my place and I will relax in my apartment. It will do you good since you don't get out that much." We had a laugh and said our good byes. I grabbed my bag and a pillow and went across the street. Pam, Gary, and Farrell were about ready to go. We drove west on State Road 520 and parked in an area along side the St. Johns River where several other cars were parked. We loaded ourselves with the tent, two coolers, and other assorted paraphernalia and trudged through the underbrush to a clearing on the bank of the river about a mile and a half north of the highway. The clearing was about twenty by thirty feet and was secluded except for the occasional airboat that roared by. Further north, the St. Johns is a regular river that is well-known because it is one of the few rivers in the world that flows toward the north. In the Cocoa area, the river is a collection of streams that are loosely connected into a river system. Unless a person knows the river, navigation in anything other than an airboat that can easily go over grassy land blockages is treacherous. We set up the six by eight-foot tent and the other equipment. Even though we lugged a gas-fired stove to the clearing, Gary insisted that we build a fire because he said that food always tastes better when cooked over a campfire. By the time we had built a fire and cooked dinner, the sun was setting. We ate our hamburgers and hotdogs around the fire. It was an adventure for Farrell and I delighted in his enthusiasm. While sitting around the fire, Pam and I had a glass of wine while Gary downed several beers. Our conversation was mostly about the kind of work we did. With questions, I encouraged Gary to talk about his work. The conversation became a series of vignettes in which he was either the hero or showed his boss how much he knew. Finally it was bedtime and what I thought would be an awkward situation went fairly smoothly. Pam spread blankets over the plastic floor of the tent. In Florida, tents must be sealed to prevent snakes, bugs, and small animals from getting into bed with you. Gary decided that the sleeping arrangement would be himself, Pam, Farrell, and then myself. We crawled into the tent and got as comfortable as you can when sleeping on the ground. It took awhile for Farrell to quit fidgeting but finally I fell asleep. Sometime later, I awakened in the blackness of the moonless night. It took me a couple of minutes to recover from the dream of having sex with Pam to realize that the good feeling was because she was slowly stroking my cock. Her lips were against my ear and in the faintest of whispers, she advised, "Be very quite. He has not had enough to drink to be passed out." Before I could reply, she bent down and took the head of my cock into her warm mouth. She worked her lips back and forth over my stiff cock until it was all I could do not to moan. She released my cock from her mouth and bathed my cock and balls with her talented tongue. She put my cock back into her mouth and I felt it hit the back of her throat. She swallowed me and I felt the muscles in her throat contract. That was all it took to put me over the edge. I shot spurt after spurt of white cum down her esophagus. She pulled her head back and continued to clean me with her mouth and tongue. After a while she straightened up and kissed me on the cheek. I tried kissing her lips but she resisted. I put my mouth to her ear and mimicking her earlier faint whispers, I said, "I want to do you." "Not tonight," she said and turned onto her left side to go to sleep. It is fortunate that I naturally sleep on my right side because that is the position Gary found us in the next morning, facing away from each other. When Gary woke us, I turned over and asked, "Where's Farrell?" "He crawled over so that he could sleep next to his daddy," Gary bragged. "Isn't that right, Sport?" "Yeah," Farrell agreed. "Daddy, can I have a Coke?" "Sure, you have a Coke and I'll have a Bud," Gary said as the turned to leave the tent with Farrell following close behind. As soon as they were out of earshot, Pam patted my crotch and said, "If he keeps that up, we might get to use this tonight." "You used it pretty good last night," I quipped. We started the day with a breakfast of sausage and eggs cook over the campfire. Not that I was counting but Gary had three Buds before we ate. He made a big show of teaching Farrell how to fish in fresh water as opposed to fishing in the brackish Indian and Banana Rivers or the Atlantic Ocean. Gary taught and taught but never caught. Along about one o'clock, Pam made sandwiches and we met to eat. By the time we finished lunch, Gary had finished one beer short of three six-packs. When he finished eating, he staggered toward and announced that he was going to take a nap. Farrell stood up imitating his father and said he was taking a nap, also. Pam checked on them a little later and they were fast asleep. We shucked our shoes and waded along the river's edge northward until we came to another small clearing around a slight bend in the river. We stepped on shore and within seconds we were kissing passionately. Watching Pam all morning wiggling around with nothing on but her tiny bikini made my hormones boil over. I don't remember who did what but we shed our clothes in record time. We were buck-ass naked on the shore of the St. Johns River and neither of us cared. I knelt and my mouth was almost at the level of her firm, round breasts. I sucked on the rock-hard eraser-sized nipple of her left breast. She placed her hands behind my head and pulled me t her. I moved from one breast to the other and back again. As I tortured her nipples with my mouth, lips, and teeth, I slid my right hand along the tender skin of her right thigh. Soon, I touched the wet entrance to her pussy with my thumb. I slid my thumb into her hot box and used the area between my wrist and thumb to massage her engorged clit. She was making moaning noises as she pushed my head away from her breast. She leaned back against a small tree and raised her right leg, placing the bottom of her foot on the lower limb of a neighboring tree. I lowered my head and smelled the sweet nectar coming from the aroused state of her pussy. I slipped two fingers into her and began licking her slit until I found her big clit. I sucked on it and swiped it back and forth with my tongue as I worked my fingers in and out of her sopping wet vagina. Pam must have been horny also because it didn't take long to build a fire inside her. She had her right foot resting on a nearby tree and her left knee spread as to give me full access to her sexual center. I ate her with abandon and she came and came. Coming Back Ch. 02 "I can't stand up like this much longer," she said with ragged breath. "Fuck me and fuck me now." Being so much taller than her, I thought that fucking standing up might be a problem. I squatted a little to align our organs and pushed forward until the head of my cock was against the entrance of her pussy. I rubbed it back and forth through the valley of her wet sex and then plunged inside. I was holding a cheek of her ass in each hand and pulled her to me sliding my engorged cock in to the hilt. As soon as I was all the way in, her feet left the ground and suddenly my hands holding the rounded globes of her ass and my cock, which was pushed fully inside her, was all that supported Pam's weight. Every movement of my cock was rubbing against her grand clitoris that I had been sucking moments before. "Oh God," Pam exclaimed. "Your big cock feels so good in my pussy. Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me with your huge cock. It fills me up so good." Her dirty talk along with her tight pussy milking my cock was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. All it took was for me to feel the muscles in her pussy walls spasm as an orgasm took over her body. She began to shake uncontrollably and I shot all the cum that I had built up deep into her tight pussy as it slid up and down my shaft. A mixture of my cum and her copious juices were being pushed out of her around my cock. They were bathing my balls and running down my thighs. "We had better clean up and head back to camp,: Pam said. "I don't know how long Farrell will sleep. For that matter, I don't know how long we've been gone." We hurriedly washed the cum and pussy juice off of us and in the process, I noticed a mark above the crack of her ass where she had been leaning against the tree. I pointed it out and commented that she might have a bruise from when "she slipped down and hit that tree root." She laughed at my lie to cover up what we were really doing. I took the lead as we started back to the camp. I didn't want Gary to see me watching Pam's ass as she moved ahead of me. As soon as we rounded the bend, I saw Gary and Farrell in the distance. "Don't look now but Gary and Farrell are up ahead," I said quietly. Keep looking at your feet and act surprised when you see them." "Okay, I'll follow your lead," she replied. When we got close enough that I thought Gary could hear us, I began, "I didn't know that we had gone so far." "I didn't either but it was kind of fun but I'm getting tired," Pam said. "You didn't think it was fun when you slipped and busted your butt on that tree root," I said matter of factly. "I bet you'll have a bruise there." "I just hope that Gary doesn't think that we were doing something else," she said. "You and me?" I asked laughing. "That'll be the day." We were abreast of Gary and Farrell when Gary spoke, "Where the hell have you two been?" "We went wading down the river but went further than we meant to," I answered. Taking on the air of a master woodsman, he said to Pam, "Let me see your butt." After a brief inspection of his wife's butt, "You'll have a bruise there all right but you're not hurt bad. You two shouldn't have wandered off like that. There are a lot of things that could happen out in the woods if you don't know what you're doing." Aloud, I said, "Yeah, you're right. We shouldn't have wandered away." To myself, I said, "There are a lot of things that could happen if you know what you're doing, also." I couldn't help but think that if our timing had been five to ten minutes off, he would have seen one of the things that could happen. We went back to the camp and everything went back to the norm that had been set. Pam and I were lounging around; Gary went back to trying to teach Farrell how to fish and; Farrell continued to watch his drunken father baiting and casting. Dinner was uneventful. We ate our fried chicken, mashed potatoes from a box, and slaw with little conversation. It may have been the fact that I was very hungry or that it was restricted from my diet, but that was the best fried chicken that I had ever eaten. After dinner and the paper plates were disposed of, we sat around the fire for awhile. Gary had picked up speed in his beer drinking and was regaling us with his heroic fishing tales. He had consumes well over a case during the day. I tired of his drunken egotism and excused myself to go to bed. I crawled into the tent and took the place I had the night before. The difference between that night and the night before was that the previous night had been overcast and that night was cloudless with almost a full moon. The mesh front of the tent was facing the river and the moonlight reflecting off the water lit the tent like a lamp. I lay there pretending to be asleep when Gary gave up and went to bed. Farrell, who had been yawning since he ate crawled in with him. Pam waited about twenty minutes before crawling into the tent and lying next to me. I rolled over onto my back and listened. I heard Farrell and Gary breathing but Pam was silent. I rolled over onto my left side up against Pam's ass. I moved my hand across her ass and was surprised that she had removed the bottom of her bikini. I opened my shorts and pushed my underwear down allowing my hard cock to rest in the crack of Pam's ass pointing toward her pussy. I snaked my hand around her and pushed her bra off of her right tit. I tweaked her nipple that was standing up so firm and proud. I was getting lost in what I was doing. I had scooted up against Pam's back and was kissing and nipping her shoulder. With my left hand, I brushed her hair out of the way and was moving my lips toward her right ear when I looked straight ahead and was looking into Gary's face. He was slack-jawed and asleep but I can't describe the feelings that went through my body at that time. It was like a cold chill and a hot rush at the same time. Pam bent forward a little and I scooted toward the foot of the tent. We were aligning our sexual organs for penetration. I gently pushed forward and felt the wetness of her sex. She lifted her right leg allowing me access to her pussy. I pushed in and felt the hot, tight sheath of her vagina envelope me. I heard Gary rustle about and mutter something in his sleep but I kept going. I pushed all the way inside her and withdrew slowly. I was savoring every moment of being inside her body. It was like we were fucking in slow motion. I heard a noise and looked over Pam's shoulder to see Gary partially sit up and lie back. Was he waking up"" Was he awake? I didn't know but I was well aware that my stiff cock was being buried over and over again in his young wife's pussy. My left hand was holding her shoulder pulling her to me and my right hand was playing with her clit. We were slowly but surely building toward a sexual paradise. Suddenly there was a commotion on Gary's side of the tent. "What the fuck," he yelled. He moved toward the entrance of the tent and I knew that I had been caught fucking his wife just a couple of feet from him. He didn't stop but proceeded out of the tent. I felt the walls of Pam's pussy contract around my cock and realized that she was in the midst of a full-blown orgasm. Pam's body was quivering as waves of pleasure flowed through her. I didn't know if I would live through the night or was a dead man but I increased the pace and length of my stroke in and out of her sweet pussy. As her orgasm was winding down, I flooded her cervix with my cum. Even though Pam and I had fucked on the riverbank just hours ago, the orgasm that I felt at that moment was so intense that it wracked my body. I was almost paralyzed by the pleasure charges that pulsed through every part of me. In the distance, we heard Gary throwing up. Even when drunk, he followed the woodsman's code of not puking in camp. His regurgitation was music to my ears. It gave me the expectation of living to see another day. "We need to clean up," Pam whispered. Before we could do anything, we heard the definite crack of twigs under Gary's feet as he staggered back to our makeshift rendezvous. Pam pulled on her bikini bottom and lay on her left side. I rearranged my clothes and lay on my right side. When Gary crawled back into the tent, he whispered to Pam to see if she was awake. She feigned sleep when, in reality, the only person in the tent was Farrell, who had slept throughout the whole ado. Within minutes, sleep and/or alcohol reclaimed Gary and he seemed to be sleeping more peacefully. I tentatively reached back with my left hand and touched Pam's ass. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it. We rolled towards each other until our lips met. We shared a soul-shattering kiss and without a word, rolled back to our sleeping positions. As I slowly slipped into slumber, I thought about how the danger of being caught increased the sexual pleasure Pam and I were sharing. I also wondered what the fuck I was doing there. Coming Back for Seconds I'm filled with much anticipation for my next meeting with Sensei. We are going someplace nice for dinner and back to the hotel for another lesson. I put on my rhinestone body chain and tiny lace panties. Then slipping over that my black and white lace top and a long black skirt, I look into the mirror. Just about ready to go now, I pull up my hair leaving a few pieces hanging down and strap on my heels. The final touch is matching rhinestone earrings and a quick spray of my favorite scent. I arrive at his place and we go enjoy a quiet meal at some Italian restaurant with much ambiance and little lighting. He sits on the next closest corner chair so as to be right next to me at all times. We don't need to make small talk as we both know what's on each other's minds. I eat in silence eyes lowered, awaiting further direction from my teacher. Throughout the meal he leans in towards me running his hand along my leg, up my thigh, and in towards my crotch. I am already damp there and this pleases him. Trying not to make any noise I continue to sit there and eat as he moves aside my panties to stroke my pussy a little. (It's so naughty, I don't want to get caught, but it feels so good I can't protest. However I wouldn't anyway because he hasn't allowed me to.) We finish the meal but skip dessert. He tells me that will be later. After checking into the hotel and entering the room we dim the lights and put on some background music appropriate to the evening's activities. He sets up his tools on a nearby table, and I wait nearby standing with my arms at my side for him to tell me what he wants. First he looks me over, telling me how he approves of my attire and that I look quite lady-like. But that before the night is over he'll have brought out the freak in me. He takes my hand and kisses it, holding it still he takes the other hand and kisses it as well. Then placing both hands together in one of his he grips my wrists tightly and leads me over to the bed. Directing me to remove my clothing, very slowly so that he might enjoy, he sits down in a chair to watch me. His eyes see right through me, and I shiver with excitement as I move to the music and remove one by one my shoes, the skirt and my top. He orders me to stop, so that he can appreciate the view a bit more. My nipples are erect from the sexual tension and the cool air in the room. I am ordered to rub my breasts slowly cupping and squeezing them from time to time, pinching and rolling the nipples between my fingers. Next he says I should use one hand to slide aside my panties and stroke myself. He won't let me cum right now, just wants me to be nice and wet. I am now to lick my finger tasting myself and suck on it as if it were his cock. He has me move over to the bed and bend forward over the end. After he tugs down my panties to the floor I hear him reach for something off the table. Much to my surprise and pleasure it's one of the floggers and he proceeds to whip my ass until it tingles a little and turns a faint shade of pink. He then orders me onto the bed for I am to be tied up, facing down. He secures my wrists out to the sides and then my knees leaving me in a doggie-style position allowing him full access to just about everything at once. Starting with some more sensory play he continues surprising me with a soft silky scarf, next the cat-o-nine-tails, then the feather tickler, and finally more flogging because I have been a good girl so far. All over my arms, legs, back and ass he plies his trade making me quiver with amazing sensations. He may have even used the pinwheel on me but by now my head is spinning with the rush of feelings. "Little One," he asks me, "would you like to come for me?" My only reply is "if it pleases you Sensei." He laughs and gets another item off the table. When I hear him turn it on I think I know where it's going, but again he surprises me. I feel him rubbing lube on my ass and before I can blink he's working the vibrator into my asshole. Oh my, it feels so different but so good. I can't explain how or why but I like when he does this to me. I feel myself starting to move back and forth with the motion of the battery powered cock up my ass. When he brings out another one to tease my clit and then slide into my pussy. I'm in ecstasy as he proceeds to alternate between the two rapidly moving them back and forth within me. My body is soaking wet with sweat, my crotch is so hot and wet, and I'm bursting with excitement. I want to cum so badly, but I won't until he says the word. "Are you ready?" he asks. "Yes, Sensei" is my only answer. But he still hasn't let me cum and I wait, my legs are shaking and I feel faint. He leans in closer and bites me on the ass just to make sure I'm not drifting off. I jump in shock but say nothing. He laughs again, because he knows I must do his will, no more and no less. Finally, he says the wonderful words I've been waiting to hear, "you may come Little One." And in a rush of everything I'm overflowing. He pulls away the toys and helps lower my body to the bed to rest. Wiping the sweat of my brow, he kisses my forehead and tells me what a good girl I've been. Then he unbinds me and holds me for a little while, running his fingers through my hair, caressing and petting me. I feel safe in my teacher's arms. He pulls the chair out he had been sitting on earlier and tells me to remove my jewelry and sit in the chair. I am to be bound in the chair now, with my legs secured to the legs of the chair and my arms down at my sides to the back of the chair. Then yet another surprise, he pulls out whipped cream, chocolate sauce and a tray of assorted fruit. I realize it's time for dessert and I guess I'm part of it. He playfully sprays cream over my breasts and pussy drizzling chocolate sauce over that. Getting a strawberry, he touches it to the cream and draws it through, over my breast, flicking the nipple as he passes it. He then takes that strawberry and rubs it up against my clit. It's a little bumpy and rough but shaped quite nicely for a little stimulation. He even goes so far as to dip it into my own juices a bit and brings it back up to my mouth. Then he repeats this with another strawberry on the other tit but after gathering my own personal cream he consumes that strawberry himself. "You are tangy and sweet, a fine dessert my dear." He smiles at me but his eyes yet again penetrate me to my inner core. I realize he's not done with me yet. Blindfolding me now, he proceeds to try different fruits from the tray -- some I get to eat and some he does. I can't even tell which ones they are, but I think I felt a banana being pushed into and out of my pussy at one point. Everything smelled so good and sweet and gooey. I couldn't believe it but I was getting excited again. I felt his tongue on me, going all over me, and I moaned. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it. He stopped and reprimanded me "I didn't tell you to do that." He didn't sound mad at me but I knew I'd be disciplined later on. He stops removing the blindfold and gets a warm wet washcloth to clean the remainder off of me. Then I feel the pinwheel again but its ice cold. Whoa, what a different feeling it was this time! And with my skin still damp he began to flog me. This time it was my breasts, arms and legs. It stung a little bit as the moisture evaporated from my skin. After a bit of torture and tease he used some so alcohol pads to soothe my now pink flesh. Releasing me yet again, we sit down on the bed and he pulls me close. He asks me "now that wasn't so bad was it?" I reply "no Sensei. Thank you." He smiles down at me and gives me a little squeeze; I can't help but smile back. This time he lets me, because it's the right time to do it. I put my head to his chest and close my eyes for a bit. "There is one last thing I require of you tonight Little One." Sensei speaks slowly to me with his soft but authoritative voice. "What may I do for you Sensei?" I answer him awaiting his next statement. "I need to feed tonight, and I have chosen you." I remain silent and stunned for a moment but manage to get out a reply. "I am honored. Thank you Sensei." He turns me toward him. Standing up, he bends over me and leans in to bite my neck. I sag under his strength but can't resist the pull I feel towards him as his teeth dig into my skin. He sucks on me until he has had his fill. I've gone numb and feel no pain. I would gladly let him take as much as he needed, even if it was all I had. I am lightheaded and faint. Collapsing into his arms, I feel him lay me back onto the bed and cover me so I might rest. Coming Back Home Hi and thanks for reading my story. I have to acknowledge that this is both the first story I've written in English and the first story of this.. genre. I hope you'll enjoy it. It is a story of a real life experience I shared with my girlfriend. ***** My girlfriend was finally coming back from a 4 month stay in another country. I was at the airport waiting for her and with me were my brother and her sister. I couldn't just jump right on her as soon as I spotted her, due to those two being there, so I give her a long hug instead. I didn't mind just hugging her, given how long I wasn't able to even touch her. After meeting her we went back to her family house. Once we got there she started presenting all sorts of small interesting gifts she brought back from her journey. Her father, mother and I sat in their living room while she jumped from one place to another and was speaking quite fast of all the things she had seen there and experienced. As I was looking at her I couldn't help but notice how hot she looked in that tight dress, showing just a bit of cleavage. I must admit right away that the clearest memory of that part of the night is when she was pulling off some shirt her mother made her try. My eyes instantly focused on bare parts of her breasts and images and memories of us having sex sprang into my mind, which felt a bit awkward given the surroundings. But, as I was saying, leaving that scene aside I was still very turned on by both her looks and the way she was treating me, the occasional naughty looks also helped. After dining we finally got to be alone so we went to her room. As soon as the doors closed I groped her breasts over that tight dress and we started kissing much more freely, meanwhile my hands never stopped caressing her. She giggled while I was kissing her neck and slowly went down to her tits. "I knew you'd like this dress, I wore it intentionally." She teased me. I removed her dress and continued to kiss bear parts of her juicy breasts, while running hands across her back and enjoying her soft and gentle skin. By that time my dick was all swollen and as hard as it could get, but to its relief we were lying sideways on her bed unclothing in no time. I took her undershirt off first, revealing her bra. Our hands wandered freely over each other's body, trying to fill the need both of us have accumulated over time. I undid her bra, finally seeing her breasts in all their glory. They are such a huge turn on, I groped them again and thought how there were just slightly too big for my hands. I looked up at her and saw her looking at me. Then kissed her and right after that went down to suck on her nipples. Meanwhile, I think she unbuckled my pants, don't really remember, but I do remember her moaning at this point and that her nipples became hard and pointy. As foreplay we did our normal thing. While lying sideways next to each other we'd masturbate one another, exchange different kinds of kisses and sometimes talk a bit dirty or random. Don't know exactly why, but I always get chills when she puts her hand on my cock so I'm always looking forward to our foreplay. Of course getting a chance to touch her, sometimes incredibly wet, pussy is also a big turn on. This time I touched her over the panties though, which became wet in quite a short while. At some point I told her to stop jerking me off so I don't ejaculate all over us, which had happened before. Upon hearing my warning she completely let go of me and made it a bit easier and more comfortable for me to stroke her. I also lowered myself to lick her nipples and suck on them, something I wasn't able to do while she was doing me. Soon she came. Her eyes shut tightly, a bolt of pleasure visibly passing through her body as she tilted for a second. I love seeing her orgasm, which for the past 3 months I saw only over webcam. I paused for a moment, looking at her half naked body lying next to me. She was breathing noticeably heavier and looking at me lovingly. We again shared kisses, and I was thinking how much I missed this and how good this felt, while she took my cock in her hand and started stroking it again. I moaned softly into her ear and let her do it for a while. I then whispered that I'll go get condoms from my jacket, to which she replied with a naughty grin. We usually put the condom on together, probably because I tried putting it on the wrong way once. Of course, I don't really mind this little custom of ours, because I really enjoy the feeling of her fingers pulling the condom down the length of my dick. When it was on, she laid back on the bed and I positioned myself over her, we usually start things off with missionary pose. I remember how strange and intense the first entrance was. I was slowly positioning my dick down there, but honestly, I was just controlling myself. As I started pushing into her, she was looking at me with a smile of uncertainty, but once I was fully in she looked as though she was in a bliss. At this point I always like to look at her face expressions in relation to speed and depth of my penetrations, though I later wonder why the hell I didn't look at how her boobs jiggle, and they must have been jiggling! When I found the fitting speed I lowered myself on top of her so that we could kiss and hear each others moans as we both twisted our bodies to enjoy it as much as we could. At some point I had to slow down so I don't cum, this was our first sex after a long while of abstinence and I wanted it to be great. She understood that so during the slow phase she'd tell me how good it is for her and how thankful she is that I'm not rushing. I love how kind and thoughtful she most often is. We repeated this process for some time, speeding up, and then slowing down, and so on. During one of our slow downs, she suggested we change our pose, which I accepted. She asked me what position would I like and I said I'd like to fuck her from behind. Since that bed of hers was a bit small and quite noisy I asked her if we could do it standing up, so she stood up and after a few seconds of thinking decided to bend over her study desk. I was completely blown away by this. It was just immensely kinky and sexy for me to see my girlfriend in her room like that. Stuffed animals on the shelves, posters of bands she was listening to on the walls and her – bent over her desk, completely naked and ready for me to start fucking her in the middle of her room. I walked behind her and tried to enter her pussy, but I couldn't quite get it in, it either slipped or I was messing something up, so she lifted her left leg to help me. I grabbed it with my left hand, held it up and tried penetrating her again, this time it went smoothly. As my cock was rubbing against her vagina, constant jolts of pleasure spread though my body. It felt absolutely great, though I thought I wouldn't be able to last very long. At first I was thrusting slowly, while those jolts still lingered inside of me. After I got more accustomed to this pose and thrusting in and out became more normal and usual I increased speed a bit and of course as my girlfriend was bent over her desk, her boobs just dangled underneath her. That was greatly turning me on so I again slowed down and grabbed both of them with my hands; they felt so incredibly soft and tender. I then noticed how differently her breasts feel when she is standing up and when they are just hanging freely. I was really turned on by this so I grabbed them harder a couple of times and used them to pull her body onto my cock but I soon stopped with it because I didn't want to hurt her. I again had to slow down, but as everything, in this scene we were in, began to settle down in my mind, I admitted to myself that there was no holding back anymore. I whispered to her that I will soon have to cum, to which she replied that it's okay with her and that this feels awesome. After hearing that I slowly began to speed up my thrusts and as I was pushing inside of her, her ass kept touching my skin which drove me crazy. I was pushing harder and harder so she had to move her hands up and hold herself against the wall, letting go of the table. I was fucking her relentlessly at this point, her boobs were bouncing a lot and I was getting more and more turned on by how she was holding against the wall. I soon came. Right after the ejaculation I felt the usual exhaustion and weakening of every limb in my body so I hugged her from behind, leaning on her for a bit. She shook me off of her and told me to check the condom, which I did. We are pretty cautious about condoms. I kissed her, apologized and told her how incredibly awesome this felt and that we had to do it again. She frowned to my words of apology, but instantly brought back her smile afterward and kissed me back. She then said that she also had a great time and that we could do whatever I wanted the next day. After disposing of the condom, having something to drink and talking for a bit, we laid down on her bed to watch Simpsons on her laptop until we fall asleep, both, I dare to say, happy and satisfied. **** 2 weeks later she left again, and won't be coming back for a while longer than last time, but I'll go visit her, I hope. It has been around 20 days from this evening you read about, but I think of it often and enjoy reliving it in my mind. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Any comment and critic would be greatly appreciated. Coming Back Home Deana had always compared all the boys she dated to her dad, even at 18, but she figured that probably wasn't out of the ordinary for a teenage girl. She gradually drifted away from the fantasy for a real life with a husband. She was at college, and had fallen head over heels with a guy on the football team. Their brief but very hot romance ended in her getting pregnant and both of them having to drop out of college. They had struggled from the very start. His parents wouldn't have anything to do with Deana or her new daughter. They constantly urged him to leave, and pay child support so that at least one of them could have a life. After, one fight too many, he did what his family wanted him to do. Deana's husband dumped her in the Kmart parking lot. After going through boxes of Kleenex and eventually got over the initial shock, she soon discovered that being a single mother was tough. With every decision, you either reap the rewards or suffer the consequences. Make a wrong choice, and life can be hard, but for a single mother it can be complicated as well. It seemed many doors were closed to her and many people looked down on her and penalized her. She was a hard working individual, but try as she might, she couldn't catch a break. Daycare was outrageous. The few times she qualified to be on unemployment and food stamps and earned any money at the same time they punished her. For every dollar she earned they would take a dollar away from unemployment and a dollar away from food stamps, so she lost a dollar for each one she earned. The support system wasn't designed for people that didn't want to stay on it. Finally fed up with bureaucratic bullshit, she said fuck you to food stamps and to the people who could care less that ran the programs. She worked multiple part time minimum wage jobs in order to make ends meet. Her ex-husband's true nature showed itself, his only contact with his daughter was a monthly check. All of her paychecks combined didn't add up to one good paycheck. Even though she lived in a one room apartment, by the time she paid her rent and the daycare, food and things for the baby, there wasn't much left. She had tried very hard, but finally realized she couldn't do it on her own. She placed Beth in her carrier and went to a pay phone. "Hello?" "I have a collect call for anyone from a Deana Taylor, will you accept the charges?" Dean responded, "Yes." "Hi dad thanks for accepting the charges." "That isn't a problem, why didn't you call me on your cell phone?" "I pawned it, along with my wedding and engagement rings and everything else that I could." Dean could hear a mix of emotions in his daughter's voice, "What's going on?" "Dad, I know you're disappointed in me with how I turned out, but..." Deana had to stop talking, she couldn't talk and cry. She took a deep breath, "Can I come home? Please do this for your granddaughter if not for me." "Honey, what are you talking about? I'm not disappointed in you. I take it you didn't get my letters." "I didn't get any letters from you, Beth and I had to move around a lot." "I wrote and told you that you could move back in with me, if you wanted to. The post office never returned the letters to me. When I didn't hear anything, I figured you didn't want to." Deana started crying again, "I thought you were ashamed of me." "Baby, that can't happen, I love you." She was overwhelmed with the thought that all of her struggling could have been so much easier if she had just contacted her dad sooner. Then she beat herself up wondering how stupid she was. "Dee, are you still there?" She felt her heart jump in her chest as her dad called her the name he had used for her all of her life. "Yes, I'm still here." "Would you like for me to come and get you?" "Yes," her tears wouldn't stop. "You quit your job; let your landlord know you are leaving. Just tell me where you are and I'll be there Friday morning to get you, and we'll go pay any bills you might have." Friday morning came and brought with it a knock at the door. Deana opened it and standing there was the one person that would make her life better. She hugged and kissed her dad, then brought him inside. She felt tears of happiness slide down her face as grandfather and granddaughter played with one another for the first time. Sunshine filled the day and her heart. First he took her out for breakfast. After driving around paying off all of her bills, they returned to catch up her rent and get her things. For the first time in a long time Deana felt the weight of the world off of her shoulders. As they drove away from her apartment and the town that had treated her so badly, she got choked up with emotion, "Dad I'm sorry you have to do all of this." "Shut the hell up. --" She froze, had her dad just cussed at her? He had never done that in his life. What was going on? "-- You happen to be talking about the person that means more to me than anything, and you need to stop being mean to her." Deana smiled, "Jerk." Dean chuckled, "I love you too." With Beth asleep in her car seat, Deana relaxed and quit picking on herself. It was a nice day, and she had worn shorts and a tee shirt. She took her shoes off, stretched languidly, propped her legs on the open car window and stuck her feet out. "I haven't seen you do that in a long time." She smiled, "I haven't felt this free in a long time." Glancing at her dad she noticed him staring at her legs and she felt a charge run through her. It had been a long time since a guy looked at her like that and her dad had never done it. She knew she should be embarrassed or something but it felt nice to be appreciated as a woman, so she looked out the window at the passing scenery, hoped he liked what he saw and said nothing. The drive home was spent in pleasant conversation between father and daughter. Nothing was said about what she was going to do or any plans she should make. Her brain had been full of things to say in response to his questions about her future but instead he hadn't mentioned it. It felt almost like a drug being allowed to stop thinking about everything for awhile. They had to pull over a few times but for the most part Beth slept or played in her car seat. Pulling up in front of the white Victorian house she had grown up in, a flood of memories took control of her emotions; the one in front of all of the others was her mom that had been dead for 10 years. Deana had basically been raised by her dad since she was 12. Her mother had insisted that their first child be named after her husband and Deana's name was just one of many things that made father and daughter close. The three of them spent some time getting settled in and just relaxing. They had gotten take out for supper and brought it home to eat. After supper, grandfather and granddaughter played until bedtime. Deana went to her room where the crib had been set up and put Beth to bed. When she returned she was greeted by her dad sitting on the sofa holding a couple of drinks. "Hum," she mumbled as she accepted the drink, "That's the first time you've ever offered me a drink with alcohol in it." "You're 22 and I'm allowed. Besides, I figured you still need to relax. A lot has happened to you in the last few years." He gave her an understanding wink, "It's also why you haven't been asked what you are going to do. I figure your brain also needs to relax." "Thanks dad." She sipped the rum and coke and felt the liquor slide down her throat. "I've made a mess of things haven't I?" "Dee, I thought I told you to stop that." "I'm sorry," She saw the odd look he was giving her. She had changed into the baggie shirt she slept in. Glancing down, she realized that her shirt had billowed open and he could see her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra but knew he couldn't really see anything. To her surprise, she liked him looking at her and wasn't all that embarrassed by it. The same sensation raced through her that she had gotten when her dad had looked at her legs. Deana rotated, stretched and put her legs on her dads lap. Cuddling up next to him, she sipped her drink and watched the television. This continued every night after that; she loved it and looked forward to it all day long. Dean had been running late getting home from work. He was still getting changed when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Before he had a chance to say anything, his daughter walked in. He was so stunned that he reacted slowly to cover himself up. Deana turned beet red. She had walked in on her dad in his underwear trying to change his clothes. She stammered, "I'm sorry dad," as she backed out of his bedroom. She was totally embarrassed, and worse, she had felt a spasm between her legs at seeing her dad like that. The shock that she had liked it was too much for her and she ran crying to her bedroom and threw herself onto her bed. Dean finished changing his clothes and went to find his daughter. He could tell she was still embarrassed and tried to smooth it over. "There you are." Deana looked up at her dad, but wouldn't make eye contact, "I'm sorry dad." "I think you are making a big deal over nothing. Seeing me in my underwear is like seeing me in swimming trunks." "Dad if you saw me in my bra and panties would that be the same as seeing me in a bathing suit?" She still couldn't make eye contact with him. How could she tell her own father that seeing him that way had turned her on? Even now she wanted to kick herself because she actually liked the idea of him seeing her in the same way. "Honey, it is the same. I love you and you need to stop beating yourself up over this." Deana swallowed hard, "Prove it." "What do you mean?" She couldn't believe she was suggesting this. "Let's get a pizza and after the guy brings it and the baby is asleep, you and I spend the rest of the evening in our underwear." She could feel her face burning. Why did she want this? She knew she used to fantasize about him but this was way beyond that. Where had these feelings toward her dad come from? "Honey, I don't know if that's such a good idea." "See, it is different." Dean had no idea how this had happened, "All right, if that's what you want." "Mm," Deana closed her eyes picturing the two of them and the warm feeling started between her legs again. What was going on? It seemed like no time at all that the pizza was delivered. Dean answered the door and brought it to the living room, "Pizza's here." He saw Deana had already brought them some Cokes. "Honey maybe you should rethink this underwear thing." Rethink it! She had thought of nothing else since he had agreed to it. "No dad, I want to do this." Neither one of them said much as the night progressed, both were waiting nervously. When Deana returned from putting Beth to bed, Dean knew he should say something as to why this was a bad idea, but as he looked into his daughters penetrating pale brown eyes, he couldn't think of any. Swallowing, he kicked his shoes off, stood and let his pants drop to the floor. His pants soon joined his shoes on the floor and his shirt soon followed. Deana stood, stretched and pulled her top off. Unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her jeans, she pushed them down and just stepped out of them and her shoes at the same time. A charge ran through her as she sat back down next to her dad and grabbed a slice of pizza to nibble on. She tried to keep her eyes on the television but every now and then stole a glance at her dad to see if he was looking at her. The feelings between her legs got warmer as she saw that not only was he looking, he liked what he seeing. Dean had to admit his daughter was hot. He had always thought she was pretty even though he knew she would never be a model or anything. She had a nice smile. Her curly dark brown hair had highlights that caught the light and fell everywhere, accenting her tanned skin as well as her white bra. She had a flat stomach, small waist and muscular legs. All of that was taken in as his eyes were drawn to her white panties and the hair and pussy lips outlined beneath. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. This may have been his daughter but her being so near, wearing very little, was making him feel things he hadn't felt in a long time. With her legs across him, Deana felt her dad having a reaction. She casually stretched and pressed against him. When he closed his eyes to the pleasure, she just smiled. As her legs rubbed the front of his underwear, she felt his hand rest on her leg and it took her breath away. Both of them were going out of there minds. Each night after the baby was asleep; father and daughter would strip and sit on the sofa. His daughter's legs rubbing the front of his underwear gave Dean an erection his daughter couldn't possibly miss seeing or feeling. By the end of each night his cock wanted to be out of his underwear so badly he was tempted to do just that. Deana loved teasing her dad, but, at the end of each night it had a down side to it, she was just as turned on as he was. She would lie in her bed and fantasize about him, just like she used to do. Dean had taken to rubbing his daughter's legs as they lay on top of him. Then one night, as father and daughter snuggled, he let his fingers run up. Slowly he let his fingers drift across her stomach. Feeling her muscles flex but not hearing her tell him to stop, he continued to let his hand run across her smooth skin. She felt goose bumps as his hand traveled in circles, getting a little higher with each pass. She tried to control her breathing as she felt his fingers on her bra. He felt her nipples reacting even through her bra. As he felt her nipples get hard and push against his hand, he pushed his hard erection against her legs. Deana was lightheaded with passion. His fingers brushing across her legs, her stomach and her bra sent shivers through her. She wanted to say something to him but had to lick her lips that had suddenly become dry and said nothing. This continued each night for a week, father and daughter each teasing and being teased. Then Dean nervously suggested, "Dee, it's not fair you know?" Deana was surprised she could talk, "What's not fair dad?" Dean swallowed, "I have on only underwear and you have on underwear and a bra." Hundreds of things raced through her mind, "Your right dad, I should take my bra off." Raising off of the sofa her hand nervously went behind her. She fumbled with the clasp and finally got it open. Watching his face as he looked at her breasts, she dropped her brat on the floor and lay back down. Neither one said a word as he slowly ran his hand up and down her smooth skin. Tenderly, gently he dug his nails into her watching little white scratch marks appear on her tanned skin. Up and down he went, going a little higher each time until he finally brushed against the bottom of her breasts. Deana was one big nerve as her dad's fingers raked across her whole body. She wanted him so bad. Each circle of his hand brought his fingers a little higher on her stomach. After a few more times he reached his fingers out and raked across the end of her nipples and a soft moan escaped. Dean trapped her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He heard her breathing get faster the more he played. Her nipples had gotten rock hard and his cock strained against his underwear and he pressed her down against him. Deana felt his cock against her butt and could barely think. He had her nipples standing a full inch away from her breasts. Father and daughter stayed that way for a long time. One hand played with her nipples and his other hand rubbed across her. He drifted closer and closer to her vagina but never touched it. The evening ended with both father and daughter wanting the other but doing nothing. Tossing and turning, unable to get to sleep, Deana had tried playing with herself pretending it was her dad and it just made her more frustrated. She was so restless she worried about waking the baby. Finally getting up, she walked down the hall and knocked on his door. "Dad are you awake?" "No." Dean smiled at the giggle he heard. Deana walked into her father's bedroom; she didn't turn on the light but used the moonlight streaming through the window to see by. She only had her sleeping shirt on. Stopping when she reached the side of his bed, she slowly pulled the top off over her head. She took her time undressing for him, seeing if he liked what he saw. Feeling pleased with what was reflected on his face, she dropped her shirt on the floor. Her eyes never left his as she pulled back the covers and slid into bed with him. Even in the shadows Dean could see every detail of his daughter undressing for him. Her slow unhurried movements only served to intoxicate him as he saw her body reflecting the moonlight. He had been just as frustrated as his daughter, even so, he whispered, "Are you sure Dee?" Hearing his pet name for her, a warm feeling of love rushed through her heart, "I'm sure dad." She wanted him and meant to have him. Deana whispered, "Your turn." He slept in his underwear, hooking his thumbs in the waistband he soon had them off. Father and daughter lay next to each other, seeing and desiring the other. Dean brought his hand not to her breasts that were so inviting or to her vagina that promised to please, but to her face. A face he had known and loved as a daughter and now would know as a lover. Deana felt her dad's lips on hers and wrapped her arms around him. Returning his kiss she wanted him so bad she could scream. Ready to explode, she definitely did not need foreplay. She stopped him when she felt his hands on her breasts, wanting him inside of her. Throwing her leg over him, she got on top. Wrapping her fingers around his semi hard cock, she started rubbing the head against her sensitive flesh. As she rubbed him against her clit, an electric charge shot through her. Her playing made his cock go inside of her, more and more, a little at a time. Dean felt her cool fingers on him and his cockhead sliding against her slick pussy. Finally, as he slid slowly inside of her pussy, he gave a little thrust and found himself buried deep. It felt scorching hot like being inside a blast furnace. Deana was so wet her dad slid in easily. Everything she had gone through and felt in the past year joined with what she was feeling now, threatening to overwhelm her. The frustration of her life of hardship with the many months of living from day to day not knowing if she would even survive, combined with a total lifting of the world's pressure. All of that was added to the time she and her dad had just spent teasing each other. Now, finally, having him was too much for her. Her lips pressed to his, her arms wrapped around him, and her legs pressed in to hold him tight. With him deep inside, she exploded. Wave after wave of released energy coursed through her. Her orgasm shattered her mind. Intense pleasure burst through her and all she could do was hold on. With a long low release of air she finally relaxed her arms and legs and sat back up. Her brain tried to comprehend that her dad was still inside of her. She realized that he had wrapped his hands around her hips and was making her gyrate. The way his hard cock was moving around inside of her made her giddy. It had been a long time since he'd had sex much less with a woman on top. His wife had been uncomfortable doing it that way. Being a little overweight, she had been self-conscious about the way she looked. He had loved her just the way she was. Deana loved this position. It put her in control. How fast they went, if she moved to tease or to please and how deep inside of her he went was totally up to her. Moving his hands away, she started moving up and down. Then she switched to sensuously grinding into him which made her clit rub against the entire length of is hard cock. After she went back to moving up and down she built momentum slowly moving from side to side or in circles. Coming Back Home Dean was having an incredible experience, and could feel his cock hitting everywhere inside of her. Surrounding his cock with a nice wet and warm tightness, it made him feel like her pussy was choking his cock. Seeing his daughter riding on top of him, watching her breasts bouncing to her sensuous rhythm was hypnotic. He couldn't take his eyes off of them. Deana saw where he was staring. Using one hand on his chest for support she bent over to shake her tits in his face. She was rewarded with her effort when her dad sucked a nipple into his mouth. The added pleasure of him sucking, kissing, licking and gently biting felt so good. Her movements were getting jerky as she neared another orgasm. Her cock filled pussy was sending her on one wild sensuous trip. She felt her dad stop sucking her nipples and actually pick her up off of him. Using his hands to support her, he started ramming his cock into her. Her body reacted to her dad's hard cock ramming in and out. He kept going faster and harder. Surges of sensuous pleasure shot though her as she exploded into a second orgasm. Dean couldn't have stopped even if he had been asked to. Using his legs to support her, he moved his hands to her hips and shoved her down as hard as he could. Burying his hard cock as deep into her as he could, he let loose with shot after shot of hot cum. Father and daughter looked into each others eyes. The love they felt for each other had only deepened. Deana was in no hurry to get off of him. He was getting soft but she kept her weight adjusted to keep him inside of her. Finally, bending down for a kiss he slipped out of her. Pushing off, she lay beside him with her head on his chest. "I love you dad." Giving herself to her dad felt right. "I love you too." Coming Back Home Another short and simple story. No one answered my last question on whether or not I should keep spoiling the stories or not (about who's on top) so for this one I won't say. If I get a bunch of complaints I'll go back to the norm. I'll post one more time in December, I'm hopeful it'll be my long one (though I'll post bits by bits), it's rather revealing of me (as I based the character on me) so it's rather personal. Anyways hope you all enjoy! * I'm here waiting for my wife at the airport. Because of all the security I can't get up to the gate. I wait out in the main terminal area and text her my location, near the bar and grill. I've got a whiskey neat and happily sip my beverage. My wife of two years now is on a business trip and is coming back home after nearly two weeks on the road. I get a text back, 'will be there in 5 minutes, love you!" I write back, 'love you too honey!" This gives me a chance to read the paper in my hand. I'm not a baseball fan myself but I see on the front page the Boston Red Sox won the World Series. I glance at the article and am happy to see a tallish shadow obscure my view. I set the paper down and smile, "Hey honey." "Hey sweetie! I've missed you so much!" she says. "I know you have, but I've missed you more!" "Not a chance! Let's go!" I get up and take my paper with me. We walk hand in hand out the airport and into the carpark. My wife doesn't have any extra luggage; she likes to travel nice and light, and make our way to our car. I spot the behemoth sitting in my spot, nearly taking two spots barely staying within the lines. Unlocking the SUV I carefully put what little luggage my wife has in the trunk and close the tailgate. I turn around and my wife's starring into my eyes. A look of fiery passion encapsulates her eyes; I know it's been too long for her. Not a moment too soon my wife grabs my hips and pulls me in. Our lips embrace and her tongue invades my mouth aggressively. My wife's tongue entwines with mine and soon our kiss becomes a public showing of how much we've missed each other. We stumble back to the SUV still embracing. The next thing I know, my wife throws me into the back seats face first. She already has me where she wants and unzips my trousers. With completely no regard to me, she pulls my pants and shorts down in one swift movement. She pushes me so I lie flat and lets my leggings rest to my knees, effectively binding my legs. My bare ass is available to her and I look back to see her burning eyes stare back at me. She grins and lifts the front of her business pencil-skirt. Her black pantyhose shine in the dim lighting of the multistory carpark. She rips the front of her pantyhose and her thick meaty penis flops out. It's semi-hard but already seven inches. The thick pink bulbous head beckons for me and I can't wait for her much longer. "Come on babe," I moan. "Just a minute sweetie," she grins. I see that her hand already has the lube and she applies a generous amount in her palm. Her hand glides along her shaft and the familiar sound of slick stroking tantalizes my ears. I turn my head back and wait for my wife. Her hands warmly spread my butt cheeks apart. Her thick pink cockhead nuzzles lovingly along my crack and I moan quietly until she presses. We've done this countless times and she enters me with little resistance. In a few seconds I feel the warmth of her ball sack resting on mine. I shudder slightly as my hole takes her full nine inches. Her hands glide along my butt to my hips and she grips me there. My insides are filled to the brim but I soon feel empty when she pulls out. Just before she pops out she pushes back in. With just four slow thrusts my wife speeds up dramatically. She shifts her weight and soon her boobs press against my back. Her head is just above my shoulder and she whispers, "god I love you!" I just moan back and take her. She uses only her hips as she plows my little hole. I know the car door is open on her side and I don't care. I've missed her and her cock so much I just need her now. She kisses my neck and starts grunting. Although my cock is hard it's smashed between me and the leather car seat. I have plenty of friction and my wife's doing a good job making me feel good. All too soon my wife's breath grows louder. "Come on babe," I whine, "hold off for a little while longer." I don't hear a response, just her grunting and panting. By now the SUV bounces along with my wife and I know anyone looking over this way will know what's going on. I wonder if any of them knows it's my wife doing the fucking... All of a sudden my wife releases me from my daydream. She pounds me with no mercy and I know she's about to pop. In a weirdly feminine way my wife grunts and grunts into my ear. She grits her teeth and I hear her hiss her satisfaction. My ass jiggles when her hips smack me. Unfortunately before I know it she pulls out and flips me over with her strength. I watch her hand feverishly stroke her swollen meat. I hungrily open my mouth sticking my tongue out. Despite being a large SUV my wife has to slouch a little. She throws her head back and grabs my head. I eagerly take her in my mouth and pump my mouth around her thick cock. I grab her perfect bum and finger her asshole while she throat fucks me. Her balls slap my chin and she groans loudly an instant later. She's such a good girl as she tries to hold back her cry of pleasure. She can't really help herself and has to yell out, "OOOOHHHHH BABY!!!!!!!!" Hot jets of cum fill my mouth and I slurp her down like a good husband. My finger works her asshole while she stays buried down my throat. I'm disappointed I don't really get to taste her since her cock is down my esophagus but am happy she's happy. She holds my head for nearly a half minute before she stops cumming. I clench my lips around her cock when she leaves me and she shudders her approval. Without a care in the world she slips down to me and we lock lips. I see a few people out of the corner of my eye walking but none seem to notice a sexy woman's naked ass sticking out the side of a car. Being deprived of my wife's cum for so long, I didn't save any for her. We make out like two young teenagers before we both reluctantly dress ourselves. I drive my lovely wife back to our place. It's already late and knowing my wife she'll probably want to go to bed once home. We make it back with some light traffic. And her being the naughty girl she is she gently massages my cock the entire way home. When we make it back home I grab her things while she tiredly carries herself in. By the time I set her things down she's already upstairs in the bedroom. The faucet runs as she climbs into the shower. I tidy up the kitchen area a bit before heading up myself. Plopping down on the bed I turn the television on to some SportsCenter. Minutes later the shower's off and the door opens to my wife standing there with a towel wrapped around her hair and body. She looks sexy despite her unenthused look. Being the man that I am, I can't help but watch as she meanders to her dresser and pulls out her nightwear. With a swift move her towel falls and her perfect hourglass figure is a sight to behold. I'm mesmerized by my wife's body and she teasingly bends over as she pulls her thong up. Again I can't help myself and get out of bed and quietly sneak up behind her. She jumps slightly to my touch, not expecting me. I know she feels my erection between her cheeks and a smile creeps across her pretty face. She quickly turns around and unwraps her hair. It's still wet and falls past her shoulders. We kiss, though this time much less erotically. The growing warmth between her legs is welcoming to me and soon she's fully erect. Still in our passionate kiss I grab her erection. The lace thong barely holding her excitement turns me on even more and I just have to have her now. I grab her by the waist and she giggles as I throw her onto the bed. She flops back and sighs as I crawl atop her. To help her, I set her large womanhood free. She sighs and I smile knowingly. Her nipples are already erect and I play with them. She giggles and moans like a teenage girl, though she's only 27. Being the good husband, I love eating my girl. I slowly make my way down her smooth torso, planting kisses along the way. Her pink mushroom head looks enticingly enough to eat, and I do. I wrap my lips around her and shove my mouth to the base, gagging slightly. My wife moans and it brings a smile to my busy mouth. I work her cock like any loving husband would do. A loud moan causes me to stop. I don't want her to cum just yet so pull away. My mouth feels empty once her cock is out. A thick string of saliva connects me with her cock and I smile knowing my job is well done. I scoot my way up my wife's gorgeous body and plant a wet, cock flavored kiss on her lips. She hungrily tastes herself on my lips and mouth before she pushes me away. I look down at her pretty face and she has the hugest grin. Somehow my wife gracefully gets out from under me and flips around so she's behind me. She doesn't waste any time and her meaty cock head presses against my hole. I push back while she pushes forward and soon she passes through my sphincter. I moan like a girl and grimace slightly when she meets the resistance of my inner sphincter. With much determination my wife nestles against my bum and we hold there together like any other loving couple, though in reverse. I love doggy-style, it gives me some of the best pleasure and I get to help my wife. She leans down and her boobs press onto my back, like in the SUV earlier she whispers in my ear, "god I fucking love you!" "And I love being fucked by you..." and with that my loving wife gives me some much needed loving. Her balls slap my bottom playfully at first but soon she thrusts into me like a machine, I guess a quickie for tonight. Her large cock sends shivers up my spine each time she pokes my prostate, it's heavenly! I soon bounce back at her and we form a perfect rhythm. While lying on top of me my wife wraps her arms around my body. Her warmth is refreshing after not having her for so long. My cock and balls dangle delightfully below me as she ravishes me. I can't help but moan from the pleasure she's giving me. "Oooohhhh, you like that baby?" she whispers. "Oh yes honey," I moan back. My cock is achingly erect now and my wife's hand finds it. She takes my average sized penis and begins jerking me. Within minutes I'm already too close, and I warn her, "baby slow down," I say breathlessly. "No sweetie, I'm so close," she grunts. Her hand loses its rhythm when her arousal is just too much. She grunts and grunts, "Uuuuuggggghhh!!!!!! UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" All of a sudden I feel her tighten her grip around my waist and she buries her meaty cock inside my aching rectum. She holds herself as deeply as possible and unleashes her cum. Searing hot strands of creamy liquid-heaven spew out her tip and my anus is all too hungry for her yummy meal. Her orgasm is too much for me and I spew my own load all over her delicate hand and our sheets. She jerks me slowly and milks me for the two weeks' worth that I've saved for her. Her hand gets completely drenched by my man goo and I cry out in bliss. I don't stop cumming until she finishes inside me. The warm wetness seeps out of my abused hole and it brings a smile to me. She collapses on my back in breathless pleasure. Recovering from my orgasm I look down between my legs and notice a rather large wet patch on the sheets, "I guess we'll have to clean the bed," I say. She laughs, "Okay honey, but you're cleaning the sheets tomorrow." We both laugh while she dismounts and I feel empty. My wife changes into her nightwear while I change the sheets and throw them into the washing machine for tomorrow. Making the bed, she looks as beautiful as ever and I let her know. In fresh sheets we climb into bed and under the covers. With my wife to my back we fall fast asleep with growing erections. Coming Back “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Ooooh God,” she was saying over and over as a serious of small orgasms rippled through her body. After a few minutes of this, a big orgasm hit and she clamped her legs around my head and began bucking wildly. I pushed my fingers as far into her as I cold and I licked her clit as hard and as fast as I could. I had never seen a woman cum as hard as Grace did that morning. She had been saving it up for a long time. Her hands were on the back of my head pulling me into her pussy and her body was in motion fucking my face. Her head was thrashing from side-to-side and guttural, animalistic sounds were emitting from her throat. I kept doing what I was doing as her climax wound down and she pushed my head away. I have to admit that it felt good to be a part of her sexual reawakening. I would have thought that she would have wanted to rest a bit before continuing but she was pulling me up to her. I crawled between her legs and as soon as I got near enough, she began kissing and licking her pussy juices off of my face. Our lips met and this time the kisses were passionate. My hard cock was lying in the crack of her hot, wet pussy. I was slightly hunching it back and forth. I pulled back until the head of my cock was aligned with the entrance to her velvet tunnel. I slowly pushed forward until I was fully inside her. It felt so good to be inside her that I would have been satisfied to have a nice slow fuck but she was having none of that. I would slide forward and she would thrust back. She began climaxing right away, In fact, she had two quick orgasms right away and was setting a pace that I could not keep up with so basically I held on and let her fuck me. When her next orgasm hit I was ready. While she was in the throes of her climax, I pumped my pearly white cum deep inside her. Eventually, we rolled over onto our sides and just held on to one another. We lay there in sexual bliss for about fifteen or twenty minutes before either of us said anything. I did not know what she was thinking but I knew that I had been completely and thoroughly fucked. Finally grace broke the silence. “Phil and I have been married since I was a teenager,” she began. He was always very attentive and our sex life was always satisfying until he wasn’t able anymore. It was great and I don’t want to diminish it in any way but never have I ever had an experience like this morning.” “It’s always new and exciting with a different person and you have to remember that it’s been a long time,” I said. “Plus you did most of the work. I just hung on.” “No, it was the thing you did with your fingers and tongue,” she said. “I don’t know what it was but it really got me going. I’d like to do it again sometimes. Of course, that is, if you’d like to.” I took her into my arms and kissed her softly. “I’m glad you enjoyed this morning,” I said. “I did also and would like to do it all again and more. I don’t want to rush you but do you think that you have spent enough time “buying shoes” or would you like to try on a few more pair?’ “I’ve tried on all the shoes I can handle,” she said with a laugh. “Let’s go buy some groceries.” The rest of the outing was rather perfunctory. We bought groceries and stopped at a fabric store. I sat in the car and dosed while she went inside. Grace seemed to be walking with a spring in her step but I was pooped. I could not help but think about Pam. Grace was about twenty years older than me and she wore my ass out. What would having sex with Pam do to me? I was having doubts that I could finish what I started with Pam. I also knew that when sex with Grace wore off and my libido kicked back in that I would want to know what sex with Pam would be like. I looked up to see Grace headed toward the car. As we drove home, she was very talkative on a variety of subjects but as we neared her house, she became more taciturn. I helped her carry in the groceries. Phil was listening to a Talking Book but turned it off when he heard us come in. I stepped to his bedroom door. “Your wife can try on some shoes,” I said. He laughed and replied, “You got off easy today. She must have taken it easy on you. I didn’t expect you back for another hour or two. I’ll bet she didn’t buy any shoes.” “If you did you’d win,” I said. “But she tired me out enough that I think I’ll go put my groceries away and take a nap.” I went home and straight to my bed. I slept until I was awakened by Pam calling me through the window. “Wake up Sleepyhead,” she called out. “Gary wants to know if you’d like to come over and drink some beer with him. I have to warn you that he’s had a lot of beer today and might pass out anytime.” I took a quick shower and went across the street. Pam was right. Gary was so drunk that he was barely upright and slurred his words so badly that he was hard to understand. He was a happy drunk and insisted that I have a beer with him. He returned from the kitchen with one can of beer. “Jush to sshow you that I like you, I lesh you hash my lash beer,” he struggled to get it out. “I’ll jush drive up to the Sheven Leven and get schom more.” It took some doing but I was finally victorious in the argument over who would go for beer. It was agreed upon after quite a repetitious conversation, that I would go after the beer and he would pay for it. Anything was better than him getting behind the wheel of his car to drive to the store even if it was only a couple of blocks. I took the money offered and went for the beer. When I returned, Gary was lying on the bed, face down, passed out. I gave Pam the beer and the three extra twenties along with the change from the twenty I used to buy the beer. I refused the offered beer and watched her pour it down the drain. “Why did you do that?” I asked. “If he remembers you being here, I’ll tell him that when you returned from the store and found him asleep you stayed for one beer and left,” she replied. ‘We’ll leave the empty can on the coffee table.” After she set up the props, she sat on the couch and patted the cushion beside her. “Come sit down,” she said. “He’s out for the night.” Pam was wearing a short skirt and when she sat with one foot under her cute ass, it rode up even further. “You have beautiful legs,” I said as I rubbed the inside of her right thigh with the palm of my hand. “I could just eat you up.” “Why don’t you?” she asked with a seductive smile. “Your husband is lying right there,” I replied as quietly as I could. “I can see his lower legs and feet on the foot of the bed.” “You do what you want but he’s not going to know anything about it tonight.” She said. “He drank almost a case of beer today while he was doing what he calls fishing. He says a father owes it to his son to teach him how to fish. He never catches anything but he gets drunk every time.” I pushed my hand up to her crotch and cupped her mound. I could feel her warm, moist heat through her panties. I leaned forward and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side with my left hand while I pushed the fore and index fingers of my right hand into her waiting pussy. I put my head between her legs and licked her outer then inner labia until I found her clitoris. I held her clit between my lips and licked it while I plunged my fingers in and out of her love canal. I was afraid that her moaning would awaken her husband who was sleeping just a few feet away from where I was eating his wife’s pussy. The beauty of this young woman turned me on but somewhere inside me a part of me was also turned on by the fact that her husband was present even if he was too passed out to know what I was doing. Pam’s body was jerking back and forth as the pleasures of an orgasm washed over her. I wrapped my left arm around her hip and kept my face buried in her crotch. I continued licking her clit and sliding my fingers in and out of her slick pussy. Her orgasm began to subside and I slipped her panties off of her beautiful ass. She loosened my belt and as I put my weight on my knees, she pulled my pants and briefs down. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and pumped it up and down. She was about to suck my cock but not knowing just how much time we had, I wanted to crawl inside of her as soon as possible. I gently pushed her back and moved the head of my now raging cock to the entrance of her tight pussy. I teased her by rubbing the helmet back and forth through the valley of her sopping sox. I eased my cock into her love canal and at the same time I detected a motion in my peripheral vision. Gary’s feet and legs were moving. My brain told me to stop and reassemble my clothes but my libido overrode any attempt at common sense. So, instead of stopping, I pulled my cock out to the opening of her cunt and slammed back in as far as I could. Gary had turned so that his feet were point toward us. I assumed that he was still asleep but couldn’t help but wonder what had made him move. Had he heard us through his drunken stupor? It didn’t matter. I was not going to stop fucking his wife until we achieved satisfaction or he killed me. Instead of the fear of being caught in the act diminishing my enthusiasm, it empowered me even further. My cock seemed to get harder and larger, if possible. Pam was so hot and tight. She met my every thrust with eagerness. I was ready to blow my load but fought the urge in order to give Pam time to enjoy our union. I could feel the contractions in the walls of her vagina as she began her orgasm. I was holding on as Pam was in the throes of a major climax. I looked up just in time to see Gary roll over on his back and bend his knees as if he was getting up. I had no choice but to continue. I was experiencing the perfect blend of physical and psychological stimuli that resulted in the most powerful and satisfying orgasm had ever had. It was like electrical impulses were born in the head of my cock and traveled through my dick to my ass. There they split and while some spread up my spine and tingled into my scalp others traveled down my legs and curled my toes. I felt as alive as I ever had and paralyzed at the same time. I was gasping for breath as I melted and ran out of the head of my pulsing cock. Pam was holding me tightly, as she seemed to be in continual orgasm. She was thrusting forward on my cock, making a series of small jerking motions, and pull away as her pussy gripped me. She was doing this repeatedly to my great pleasure but all good things must come to an end. She was slowing down and my cock was growing limp. As I came back to reality, I realized that I was covered with sweat but I was alive and freshly fucked by a beautiful young woman whose husband was dead to the world just a few feet from us. It had been said that a stiff dick has no conscience. I am here to testify that it has no guilt, common sense, or self-preservation either. Otherwise, I would not have been there having the fuck of my life. “You probably should go home before you go to sleep with your beautiful cock hanging out,” Pam said quietly. “I’ll go to bed but I’d like to go home with you.” “I’d like nothing better but I don’t think we had better do that tonight,” I replied. I stood up on shaking legs and pulled up my pants. Pam unzipped her skirt and let it drop. She pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Suddenly she was standing there totally nude and I was seeing her naked for the first time. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me fully and passionately. She scooped up her clothes and carried them into her bedroom. I watched as she slipped under the covers beside her sleeping husband. I locked the door on my way out and walked across the street to my apartment and bed. I was back. On that day, I had sex with two women. One was twenty years older than I and the other thirteen years my junior. Grace was needy and vulnerable but satisfied me with fervor. Pam had turned me inside out but part of that might have been the perceived danger. Whatever it was, if I could, I was going to have both of them again and again.