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Gene

By: kinkygirl



It has been getting a little cold just lately, I guess winter is finally on its way. The best thing about it turning cold is it gives me an excuse to go shopping for new clothes. The shops have been full of new winter tops and jackets for ages anyway, I'm surprised it's taken me this long to finally go and splurge! Not that I'm not a sensible shopper, I always like to have a good look around before I splash out. 

Last Wednesday was my day off, and I spent a couple of hours going around Chester looking for a few new outfits. I stopped at Starbucks for lunch, I love their Paninis, and also ordered a Mochachino. I like to sit in the window so I can watch people as they go by, people watching is one of my favourite pastimes. 

There was one guy who caught me looking at him as he passed, I wasn't really checking him out, I just like to see what people are wearing...I'm just nosey. About five minutes later he passed again, and once again he looked directly at me as he walked by. He looked to be in his mid fifties, and had a tanned look as if he had just been on holiday.

Well another five minutes passed and I was thinking about hitting the shops when I saw the same guy again, only this time he walked in and ordered a drink. He stood by the counter waiting for his drink, and then wandered over to where I was sat. 

There were other places he could have gone to sit, but he asked if I minded if he joined me at my table. He had a southern American accent which I found a little bit sexy, so I told him it was fine for him to join me. 

"My names Gene," he told me.

"Hannah," I replied.

As we talked it turned out he was from Florida and was visiting the U.K. on holiday, just travelling around and decided to come to Chester to see the old Tudor buildings and the Roman walls. He was taking a day off from sight-seeing to buy a few presents for his daughter.

"Can you recommend a few shops where I could find something for her?" he asked.

"Well if it's clothing you want I can show you if you like?" I replied.

"Sure, that would be great," he said smiling at me.

As he reached into his pocket to leave some money for a tip, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his jeans. Either he had an erection or he was very well endowed! 

I led him out of the cafe and we walked left down to the main street. There are plenty of shops to choose from, and I took him around a couple of the more exclusive stores. In the second shop he saw a pair of combat pants he liked, but was unsure about U.K. sizes. 

"She is probably about the same as you, he said, but a little taller."

"Well I've lost a bit of weight over the summer, so I take a size 10 in these," I told him.

I thought for a second...I could use opportunity this to have a bit of fun.

"I can try them on if you like, let you see what they look like on?"

"Cool."

We wandered around to the fitting rooms. They are around a corner which is out of sight of the sales counter, and only have a curtain, not a door. As I pulled the curtain closed I left a small gap, not so it was obvious but enough to let him peek through if he wanted. I slipped my jeans down with my back to the curtain so he knew I couldn't see him if he was watching me.

As I pulled the combat pants up I turned around and just caught him turning away from the curtain. I stepped out of the fitting room as I fastened up the zip.

"What do you think," I asked, turning around so he could see them from the back.

His eyes went up and down my legs.

"Very nice, he said smiling, I'll take them."

We wandered around and he picked out a few more things for me to try. There was a gorgeous red dress, an expensive cashmere shrug and a very short denim skirt. 

Walking back to the fitting room I decided to tease him a little more. Again I left the curtain open slightly and I stripped off to my underwear. I was wearing a white thong and a black wonderbra. If I had known this morning I would be teasing a guy more than 30 years older than myself I would have worn matching underwear!

I put the dress on, but we both agreed it didn't look good with my bra straps showing, so I stepped back into the fitting room and slipped the dress down to my waist and unfastened my bra. This time I didn't bother to close the curtain at all, but I did turn my back to him. With the dress back on I turned around and gave him a twirl. 

"You look great," he said.

"Thanks, but your supposed to be looking at the dress," I laughed.

His gaze ran up and down my body, and lingered on my boobs.

"Not as impressive without my bra?" I asked.

He looked up, a serious expression on his face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he apologised.

"It's okay, I don't mind, in fact I'm quite flattered."

Once again I turned my back to him and went to take the dress off, but I pretended to struggle with the zip.

"Could you unzip me?" I asked.

"Sure."

He stepped into the room with me and took hold of the zip. I pushed back into him as he pulled it down. I could feel the bulge in his pants...it felt huge. I was pretty sure he was getting hard. I turned to face him, standing there in just my thong, my breasts bare, my nipples hard from the thrill of it.

"Do you want it?" I asked him.

"Whhhat....?" he croaked, his eyes on my throbbing nipples.

"The dress, do you want it?."

"Oh err...yes."

I held it out to him. Next I put my bra and t-shirt back on. You could see the look of disappointment in his face. I almost felt sorry for him, but my teasing was getting the better of me, so much so that I could feel my pussy getting moist.

I picked up the skirt and stepped into it. It fit perfectly, but was very short.

"The only problem with a skirt this short is if someone is following you up a flight of stairs it can show everything," I explained. "Come closer while I stand on the chair and tell me what you can see."

Standing on the chair I placed my hands against the wall with my back to him. I bent slightly forward to give him a better view, sticking my bottom out.

"Well, what can you see?" I asked.

Just then a sales assistant came towards the fitting rooms, asking if we needed any help. I climbed down before she could see me on the chair.

"No we're okay," he told her.

She gave us both a suspicious look before walking away. I put the shrug on over my top, it fit nicely over my boobs, showing them off well.

"So what do you think, what are you going to get her?"

"I will take everything, but I would like you to keep the skirt for all your help."

"No I couldn't accept it, I have enjoyed helping you."

"I insist, but there is one condition, you have to keep it on now."

"Did it look that good?" I asked with a grin.

"Perfect," he said.

He walked to the till with our goods, and after a moment I followed him and asked the sales assistant if I could keep the skirt on and put my jeans in a bag. When we got outside I told him there was somewhere else I wanted to show him, but not to worry as it wouldn't cost him any more money. He gave me a confused look but agreed.

The thing about Chester is it is a very old city, and because of that there are lots of old passageways leading to places most tourists never see. I led Gene down one which I often use on a night out to cut through to my favourite bar. It twists and turns so I don't use it on dark nights as you are out of sight of the main streets, but that is exactly why I chose it now.

Stopping I turned to him and said, "You never answered my question Gene."

"What question?," he said, looking puzzled.

"What could you see when you looked up my skirt?"

"Everything, that's why I didn't buy it for my daughter," he laughed.

"Are you sure about that?"

"About what?" he asked.

"Being able to see everything. I think you should have another look. Come here and kneel down."

He did as I asked and knelt before me. He was looking up into my eyes, and as I looked down at him I took hold of the hem of my skirt and raised it up. His jaw dropped as he looked directly at my naked pussy. I had slipped my thong off in the fitting room as he went to pay.

"Do you like a clean shaven pussy?" 

"Oh my God yes."

I lifted my left leg over his shoulder and pulled him towards me as I lent back against the wall. I felt his tongue flick out and over my already hard clitty.

"Mmmmmm, lick it Gene," I moaned.

His hands came up and cupped my naked arse as he buried his face into my wet pussy, licking around my wet hole before pushing his tongue into me and fucking me with it. It felt so good... being eaten out in the middle of the day in public....anyone could come past. But it was secluded enough I was sure we wouldn't be disturbed.

He was now running his tongue in circles around my hard clitty while sliding two thick fingers into my soaking pussy. I normally trim my pubic hair into a Brazilian, but for the last two weeks I had been completely shaved. I think he liked it!

I held onto his head and pulled him into me as I felt my orgasm building up. He had got me there so quickly....I guess it's true, experience comes with age! I looked down at this guy eating my young pussy, he was old enough to be my father, but I didn't care, all I wanted right now was to cum all over his tongue.

"Mmmmmm, that's it...right there....don't stop."

I threw my head back and closed my eyes. My leg was trembling under me, but he held me firm as he continued to lick me. 

"Ooohhhhhh... fuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkk."

I felt my pussy spasm as I came....hard. It felt so intense, I couldn't remember ever cumming so hard before. Looking down I saw his mouth and chin was coated in my juices. 

"I love a girl who squirts," he said.

As he let go of me my leg dropped to the floor. Both my legs were trembling so hard I couldn't move. My breath was coming in gasps and my breasts were heaving, trying to get oxygen to my lungs. When he stood up I couldn't believe my eyes. His cock was out of his jeans, and it was big. He had been wanking as he licked me. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Ten and a half inches, think you can take it?"

I didn't bother to answer. I turned my back to him, lifted my skirt up over my arse, spread my legs and put my hands against the wall. I looked over my shoulder and said to him,

"Fuck me Gene...please?"

He came up behind me and aimed his big, old cock at my young hole. I felt him rubbing his cock between the folds of my pussy, sliding it back and forth but not putting it in me.

"Please Gene....I want it in me," I begged.

But he kept on rubbing it between my pussy lips, teasing me while coating his cock in my juices. I felt his hands on my arse as he spread me wide open.

"Mmmmmm, I love your sexy ass," he told me.

"If you fuck me now, you can have my arse too," I said.

With that he thrust his cock straight into me, all the way deep into my hungry pussy. The pleasure and pain was unbelievable.

"Ooohhhhhh, God, that feels so good," he said.

He began to fuck me, shallow thrusts followed by long ones, sometimes hard and fast, then slower. He kept my arse cheeks spread so he could watch his cock as it split me in two. 

"That looks so good Hannah."

It felt good too, really good. I was feeling so horny right then I would have done anything he wanted me to. I put a finger in my mouth and sucked it, getting it as wet as I could, and then reached behind me and began to finger my arse.

"You dirty little slut," he called me.

And that is exactly how I felt. Dirty. Slutty. A thought popped into my mind. Was I fucking him because he gave me the skirt? Did that make me a whore? Probably, but the thought just turned me on. It was role play, a fantasy.

"I am your dirty little slut Gene, and right now I want you to fuck my arse."

He pulled his cock out of my soaking pussy, and I took my finger out of my arse. Looking at him I sucked it between my lips.

"Oh you dirty bitch."

"Yes, but I am your dirty bitch, so fuck me like one."

He took his cock in his hand and aimed it at my tight hole. This was going to hurt. Slowly he pushed it against my arse and I felt myself being stretched. I tried to relax and breathed out slowly. I felt it going in slowly...slowly...then I felt it almost pop in as the end broke through.

"Slow Gene...let me get used to it."

He pushed in further, one inch...then another....then another. The pain was amazing. He slowly began to pull out, but as he got to the tip he pushed it back in, this time a little deeper. He did it again. And again. And again. With each thrust he pushed more of his big cock into my tight, little arse. He was building up a good rhythm as he fucked me

"Your cock feels amazing Gene," I told him.

"So does your ass hun, too good. I don't think I'm gonna last much longer."

"Mmmmmm, you want to cum in me babe?" I asked him.

"I would love you to finish me in your mouth Hannah."

"Mmmmmm, I would love that."

He pulled his cock out of my arse, and I suddenly felt so empty. I turned to face him. He was sweating and his face was red. I slid my skirt down and got down on my knees before him.

His cock looked even bigger so close to my face. I took hold of it, my fingers could barely close around it. I flicked my tongue out and licked the end of his cock. It didn't taste great, but I wasn't bothered. I opened my mouth and sucked the end into my mouth. 

I began to stroke his cock with one hand as I sucked it, and gently squeezed his heavy balls with the other. His cock seemed to grow thicker and began to throb.

"That's it Hannah, keep sucking it."

He began to thrust his hips, feeding more of his cock between my hungry lips. I sucked it harder. I love sucking cock. It is such a dirty, sexy thing to do. The feeling of power is such a turn on. A guy will promise anything when he is close to cumming in your mouth. My stroking was getting faster, his thrust getting deeper as I felt his legs begin to shake.

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkk."

His cock twitched as he began to shoot his hot, salty cum into my mouth. I carried on wanking his cock as I sucked it. His cum just kept spurting into me, filling my mouth. I swallowed it as quick as I could but some of it began to leak out of the corner of my mouth.

"Ooohhhhhh Jesus," he groaned. 

I looked up at him, his cock still between my lips. He was looking down at me, sweat dripping from his face. I took his cock from my mouth.

"You look fucked," I laughed.

"Like never before," he laughed back.

Gene and Kay Together Again



This is the beginning of our story.

I turned the corner around the potato chip display across from the meat counter in the supermarket and nearly crashed my cart into a young woman turning out of the next aisle away from me. In fact, I did clip her heel. It was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going, but was staring at the t-bone display wondering whether I should grab one to grill on Saturday. I pulled up short and she grabbed her foot, and started to hobble away on one foot while leaning on her cart with a sound of what could have been a string of epithets released at the asshole behind her. She didn't even look around. 

"Oh, jeez, I'm sorry," I called after her, but she was already around the next corner out of site. I was too embarrassed to try to run after her and she was clearly not interested in hearing any more apologies.

I finished filling my shopping list at the dairy aisle and headed to the check-out counter. Lane 10 looked like it had the potential to move the fastest based on the relative fullness of the carts lined up and the fewest kids hanging around their mothers. But, I am never good at that and sometimes wonder if I shouldn't take the contrary approach and go to the longest line, because it always seems to be the faster moving line compared to the one I had picked. So, I fall into line and then notice that my earlier victim is the woman directly in front of me in the line – I could tell because she was still feeling her heel with a grimace.

I stepped from behind my cart to her side and said, "I'm not sure you heard me back there, but I really am sorry for running into you. Is your foot okay?"

After an uncomfortably long blank stare right into my eyes, she said, "No, I didn't hear you, and no, my foot is not okay." 

"I really am sorry that I wasn't watching where I was going. Is there anything I can do?"

Her blank stare slowly turned into a quizzical look with arched eyebrows and then, "Gene?"

Now it was my turn to turn quizzical and to stare back blankly wondering how this woman would know my name. And, then it hit me. "Kay?"

"Wow, it has been a long time."

"It sure has. Do you live here?"

"I just moved here a couple of months ago. How long have you lived here?"

"Two years."

By then, the line had cleared in front of Kay and I heard an "ahem" from behind me and I saw that the check-out clerk looked annoyed. I motioned to Kay and she hurried over to empty her cart on the counter. It was then that I actually had a chance to look at Kay. The old memories flooded back in a torrent. It was the same gorgeous Kay, the light brown hair and the body; slim waist, tight legs, and breasts just a little fuller than what I remembered from the last time I saw her. I had a lovely few minutes watching her concentrate on removing all of the items from her cart, especially when she bent over to remove the last items and her butt was raised in display in her tight little shorts. It was as if she had forgotten that I was there until she stood facing the clerk to swipe her credit card and then looked back at me smiled. My heart melted and my cock twitched at that old familiar smile.

Kay loaded her bags into the cart and it was my turn to unload, but it was done a little clumsily as I nervously hurried to finish, hoping that she wouldn't get away. But, when I looked up, she was standing there watching me, and still smiling.

I hadn't seen Kay for ten years. We had grown up together as part of a foster family. Well, we had lived in the same house for several years. I was there from when I was 6 until I left to go to college when I was 18. She lived there from when she was 9 until she was 17. She was two years younger than I was and I left a year before she did. Although I went back to see our "parents" a couple of times after I left for college, she was never there and soon left anyway. I had asked about her, but she had sort of disappeared from the radar, as often happens in foster families when one of the kids leave under less than ideal circumstances, which happened in her case, but I never really learned what the circumstances were.

Sam and Mary, the foster parents, were good people and provided a stable and loving home. I had lost my parents in an automobile accident and had no other relatives that would take me in. I don't remember much of my real parents. But, going into foster care can be a real bitch – getting thrown into a home with a bunch of strangers, particularly with other kids who are kind of fucked up because of their past experiences and why they ended up there in the first place. But, I eventually found a way to carve out my niche in the household and didn't really notice much when Kay joined our "happy" family a few years later. Kay wasn't one of the "fucked up ones", fortunately for her. Over time we developed a kind of comradeship that was based partly on our common "condition" and partly on a kind of attraction as if we really were brother and sister. In fact, she started telling people we were brother and sister if they didn't know that we were really a couple of unlucky foster kids with no real family. 

It was when I was between 13 and 14 after I started noticing girls that I first started noticing Kay as a girl, especially as I noticed that the shape of her swimsuit started to change shape in places a growing girl's swimsuit should change. Okay, don't get the wrong idea here. This is not a tale about kiddie-porn. Yes, I did have my fantasies as probably any kid might have.

In high school Kay and I were best friends at home. We didn't hang out together outside the house at all, but would spend hours in the family room just talking into the night about what was going on in school and eventually about our respective boy and girl friends. I was her big brother, without all the sibling rivalry bullshit. She was my little sister. I was the first one to know when she lost her virginity and the one to threaten to beat the shit out of the guy who did it. Of course I was jealous for her to go out with any boy and it made my heart ache whenever she told me about some guy and whether she liked him, etc., etc. I did notice she would get a little pouty whenever I would tell her about my latest chick, but I was pretty clueless at the time as to what that meant. I could never get really serious about any one girl, at least after I got into her pants or came to the conclusion that I never would. Hey, I was a hormonally trapped teenager.

In my senior year of high school I learned that I was going to be awarded a full scholarship to Stanford and I could get my high school diploma in Spring and start at Stanford in April. Alright, so I was a horny teenager, but I didn't always think with my dick. So, there was a huge flurry of activity for a month or two and I was summarily shipped off to the University in great fanfare. I remembered walking through the airport with our "parents" on the way to the plane with Kay walking a few steps behind and starting to get this strange feeling about her and wondering why she was so quiet and despondent appearing. But, the press was on for me to get to the plane and my last contact with her was a hug and a good luck goodbye, and I was on the plane.

I remember on the plane having this sudden empty and sad feeling and it wasn't about leaving home, it was about leaving Kay and thinking that I had lost something important and hadn't taken the time to realize it. And, I didn't see her again and thought I never would and so, I forgot about her.

I was flustered as I tried to finishing checking out my groceries and entered the wrong PIN for my debit card twice. Kay remained standing, leaning on her cart, smiling at me the whole time, not saying a word. As I finished loading my bags into my cart and pushed it towards her, she just smiled, turned and headed to the door with the obvious expectation that I would follow.

Following her, I could not help but notice her beautiful bare legs and shorts stretched across a firm appearing butt. How could have I forgotten the butt that I had admired so often years ago.

Outside the store she stopped and turned around. "I have ice cream in my bag and it is probably already melting. I need to take it home to the freezer and put the rest of my groceries away. Do you want to meet later?" 

"Absolutely," I said and scribbled my cell phone number on a scrap of paper I tore from one my bags. "Call me when you are ready." I handed her the scrap and our hands briefly, but intentionally touched.

And, that was it. I had no idea whether she would call me or whether I would ever see her again. We went off to our separate cars in opposite directions and I didn't see her leave the lot.

The drive home was interesting and exasperating as memories and regrets and hope tangled up with each as I thought about having seen Kay again after all of these years. I realized that I knew nothing about her now: why she had moved to town, where she had been, whether she was married, had a boyfriend, kids, job ... nothing. 

I realized that I didn't really know what to expect now about meeting Kay. As I said, we had lived together as kids and had a very close relationship, but I was now feeling a little awkward because as close as it had been, I basically dumped her when I went off to school without a 'hello, how are you doing?' ever since.

It was 6:30 before my cell rang. It was not a local number and I didn't recognize it and almost didn't answer it until I realized that it was probably her; she probably still had her old number from wherever she had moved. 

"Hello?"

"Hi, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you. I met a neighbor on my way into my apartment and she was very chatty and just wouldn't leave. I finally had to tell her that I had a dinner date to get ready for."

"That's OK," I answered. "Was your ice cream melted?"

"No, it was soft, but it'll be alright. Well, what a surprise to run into you today."

"I think it was me who ran into you – and again, I am so sorry. I really need to pay more attention to where I am pushing that cart."

"It is fine. So, are you still up for getting together? I would love to find out what has been going on for the last 10 years."

Of course I said yes, and invited her to dinner, my treat, as recompense for nearly destroying her foot with my cart. We agreed that we would meet at 7:30 at a brew pub near her apartment, and which was only about 10 minutes from where I live. So, no mention of any complicating "others" we needed to involve in our getting together, which was a big relief right off.

I arrived at the pub and after determining that she was not already inside, I waited on a bench in front of the door that was used for overflow of people waiting to be seated on busy nights, or for smokers. It wasn't long before I saw her walking up the sidewalk and I just watched what seemed like a vision. She had changed into a summer dress, periwinkle blue, soft flowing fabric, hem at mid-thigh, neckline plunging down to between her breasts showing a pleasant amount of cleavage. I had the urge to run up to her, grab her around the waist and twirl in her the air. But, I just stood, strode toward her, and did a cheek-to-cheek and said hello. She looked and smelled delicious.

We drank, we ate, we drank some more, all the while talking through the awkward stuff – "why did you leave without talking to me – we were best friends?" and "what happened and why did you leave before you finished high school?" It was a comfortable conversation, just like we used to have lasting well into the night on the couch in the family room. No blames, just regrets that we had not seen or talked to each other for so long. Then, we moved on to start to talk about schools and jobs and such. Before we got to talk about the next topic, why we were here together alone without any significant "others", we realized that it was 10 o'clock and the restaurant was emptying out and the wait staff was kind of just hanging around waiting for us to leave. The table was cleared, the check was paid, and we were still there. 

I didn't want the evening to ever end. So, I said it, "I don't want the evening to end. I had forgotten, or had suppressed the memory of how nice it was to be with you. But, we need to get out of here before they kick us out on the street."

"Come to my place. I don't have it completely put together yet, but I have a couch in the living room and I got a couple of bottles of wine today at the store. Or, we could grab a growler here before we go – I really did like that IPA we had."

"The wine will be fine, as long as it is not in a box or gallon jug."

She laughed and said that it was definitely not in a box. So, we left and I followed her to her apartment complex a few minutes away. The story she had told me about college and law school and her first job at a local law firm as a junior associate handling civil suits explained why she was living in this upscale complex. My job at a local biotech company was great, but I couldn't afford a place like this.

We settled in to her sparsely decorated, but comfortable, living room and chatted about relationships gained and lost, but in the end we both confessed that we had not found a relationship that was really satisfying and neither of us had found anyone that we thought was even close to a "soul mate," whatever the fuck that is. I realized that what I missed from all of the women I had known, had dated and fucked over the years, was this – sitting and talking from the heart about stuff that I cared about. 

Soon I noticed it was 3 AM and I had to go to work in a few hours. Surprisingly, I had been so engrossed in the conversation that I hadn't even finished the glass of wine, so I was good with driving. I explained that I needed to be up to work as we had a potential collaboration partner coming in for a meeting and I needed to get at least a couple of hours of sleep. I stood, and she stood, and after a couple of moments of hesitation, we wrapped our arms around each other for a hug and she kissed me – a direct, friendly, not overly sexual, but intimate kiss on the lips. It felt good. It felt right. And my dick agreed.

We vowed to be in touch the next evening and I left – after one more kiss. The kiss was a little more intense. It was confusing and I spent the drive home trying to understand what I was feeling with that.

Friday evening I called and Kay invited me to her place Saturday afternoon for a pool party her complex was having. It was going to be a hot summer afternoon and they were doing a barbecue with drinks – all part of the association fees for their quarterly complex party. It seemed that because of the location and the price point for the apartments that the population was mostly young professionals and they did like to party. I was a little apprehensive, since I am not really a party guy, but if it meant spending some more time with Kay as I tried to figure out what I was feeling, then it could be good. Kay and I would either find that we had something together, or I would maybe hook up with one of her neighbors and we could go back to the old days of sharing who we were banging that week.

So, it was on Saturday afternoon that I showed up at Kay's apartment with a bag containing my swimsuit, towel and sunscreen. She met me at the door wearing a light beach wrap and steered me to the bedroom so that I could change. I slipped into my swimsuit and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't sport any "six-pack abs" but kept in shape and my swimsuit contained a respectable package. For some reason I thought "if Kay liked my body ten years ago, or ever even thought about it, she won't be disappointed now."

The party was underway when we arrived at the pool, but we found a couple of lounge chairs off to the back of the deck surround and claimed our space. We decided to grab a couple of beers from the keg, which was from a local micro-brewery. Back at our lounges Kay slipped out of her wrap and I got my first glimpse of her body as a grown up ... now in a blue, quite revealing two-piece suit. I was taken aback for a second and my first reaction was thinking that nothing had changed from ten years ago. Neither of us, as it turned out, had anything to be disappointed about.

I couldn't help myself from saying "Wow! You are still looking mighty fine."

She blushed and responded, "So are you brother dear." 

Brother dear. That was a surprise, and I wasn't sure how to take it. Was this going to be back to a brother-sister thing from childhood? That made me cringe that she might be thinking of us in that way and that what I was thinking of, or hoping for, was in the same category as "incest"? At least in the way she was thinking about our relationship. Yikes. But, I decided not to freak out just yet.

We settled onto our lounges and each started applying our sunscreen to our arms and legs and chest. I couldn't help staring as covertly as possible as she started applying the creamy lotion to herself as she neared the far reaches of her upper thighs and her fingers slipped under the edges of her bikini bottoms. They were not thongs, but there was not a lot of material and she at one point got very close to her intimate spot. Then it was on to her chest and I was mesmerized as her lotion slickened fingers dipped down into the valley between her breasts. 

Then, to my surprise and delight, Kay asked "Will you put some on my back?" She handed me the bottle of sunscreen, flipped over on her belly on the chaise, and then reached back to undo the catch of her top to "let me apply the stuff all over without any obstacles," as she put it.

I touched her, really touched her, for the first time in my life in the way that I realized that I had always wanted to. I took my time, squirting too much lotion from the bottle, much more than needed, so that it would take a long time for it all to be absorbed. Slowly I moved my hands up and down her spine from between her shoulder blades down to the edge of her bikini bottom, one time my full flat hand firmly on her skin, another time with just my finger tips feeling the softness of her skin and pressing into firm musculature of her finely toned body. Then, spreading out from the center in a circular, massaging motion, I dipped down over her sides, a little further each time until I touched along the sides of her breasts that were exposed as she lay face down on the lounger. As I did, she had a short intake of breath and uttered a soft, short, almost imperceptible moan.

"Do the back of my thighs too, please."

Happily I scooted down on the chaise and squirted the lotion onto each thigh and started rubbing it in. As my hands dipped down onto her inner thighs she spread her legs slightly and I took that offered opportunity to apply the lotion up over her thighs and up the rise of her buttocks to the very edge of her bikini bottom, feeling her muscles clench slightly under my touch and press up against the touch. I was there rubbing her creamy skin much longer than I needed to be to apply sunscreen, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Finally, in the interest of propriety and in deference the crowd around us, I gave her thigh a little squeeze and said, "There, I think that is enough for now." I suspected that I saw a wet spot starting to spread on the crotch of her bikini bottom.

She didn't move for a few seconds, but sighed "That felt very good." Momentarily she reached back to reattach her top and turned over. "May I return the favor?"

"You may," I said. I was only too happy to quickly turn over onto my lounger to hide the erection that I had just become aware of tenting my swimming suit. It was clear that I was going to have to either jump in the pool straight-away, or grab a towel.

What followed was the best massage of my back and thighs I have ever had in its tenderness and sensuality. She also was not shy about how far her fingers went up the back of my thighs and I soon was laying on another hardon that screamed for freedom.




Gene and Kay Together Again



After she finished, I feigned immobility for being able to turn over because I was so relaxed from the massage, but I was far from relaxed – at least my dick wasn't. Kay just smiled and said, "You just lie there until it is safe to turn over."

The afternoon was one of the nicest social times I had had for a long time. Besides and beer and the burgers and hot dogs, there were a lot of very smart people our age just hanging out, going in and out of conversations with each other. A few guys were chatting up Kay, obviously trying to hit on her, particularly after it became known that we had grown up together in explanation of how we were there together. The assumption became that we really were brother and sister. Well, so, I had my opportunities to check out some of the women gathered around the pool and took up conversation with a couple. Plan B, picking up one of the unattached chicks seemed quite feasible if my growing fantasy with Kay didn't pan out.

Because it was sunny and hot, we individually took the opportunity to jump into the pool a couple of times to cool off. Of course, sunscreen needed to be reapplied after, although it was not done with the same intensity as the first time. But, in spite of flow of the social interactions of the afternoon, it still felt to me that Kay and I were there together and we really never were not in "contact" even when we were part of different conversations.

It was nearing sunset when the light takes on that golden glow. The second keg was nearing the "all foam all the time" stage. The crowd was starting to thin out. Kay looked at me in the eyes for a few moments with an intensity that I had not seen before in the last couple of days and asked, "One last dip in the pool before going up?"

There was something about the question and her look that made my cock almost literally leap in my shorts. Off she went with a flying dive into the pool and she was already almost to the other side before I dove in. I swam over to where she clung to the edge of the pool and we spent the next few minutes playing in the water and laughing. As we hung around at the edge of the pool, Kay would hold onto my arm and I was sure that she was intentionally pressing her breasts against me and rubbing against me. Then, at one point, Kay dove under the water and swam around me and I felt her shoulder and then her hip rib against my crotch – well, I was quite aware because she rubbed directly against the hardon I was sporting. She then surfaced directly in front of me and came up to wrap her arms around my neck and asked, "Do you remember when we used to play like this in the pool at home?"

It was only then that I realized that those innocent brushes were not accidental and maybe not so innocent on her part. They definitely had not been completely innocent on my part. "Well, yes, now that you mention it, but you weren't doing it on purpose were you?"

"Of course, I was, you silly guy," she responded as she pressed against me. "I can't believe you didn't know it was on purpose. I was sure that you were doing it to me just so that you would have something to fantasize about," she purred. With that she took one arm from around my neck and reached down underwater between us and grasped my cock firmly in her hand through my shorts. "I wanted to do this so badly back then. I used to swim underwater with my eyes open so that I could see the bulge in your swimsuit. I loved that pool ... at least when you were in it."

"I had no idea that you were doing that on purpose. But as you said, it was definitely the source of many happy fantasies about you." I reached around her and grabbed her ass and pulled her up and against me and felt her weight rest on my hardness. I leaned in kissed Kay, my tongue penetrating in between her lips and teeth and brushed against her tongue in an increasingly passionate embrace. If there were any residents of the complex who had gotten the idea earlier that we were brother and sister, they would definitely be thinking that this was a very kinky brother and sister.

As we kissed, Kay slipped a bit to the side and slid her hand down under the waistband of my trunks to grasp my cock. She firmly wrapped her hand around me and slowly stroked me. Her hand was incredibly warm in the cool water.

"It shouldn't have taken this long for us to be doing this," Kay gasped breaking away from the kiss. "I have needed you for so long. I need you now – up in my apartment."

Just then the pool lights came on, with one of the lights right behind me, and it felt like we had just walked on stage with the spotlight aimed straight at us.

We broke our embrace and swam to the other side of the pool to collect our things. Fortunately, it was now dark enough that I could leave the pool without having to try to hide my obvious erection. Although, I think anyone watching us closely would certainly have seen Kay pull her hand out of trunks when the light came on and would have assumed that I either had an erection or was impotent.

Moments later we were in Kay's apartment and the door was barely closed before we were again in a passionate embrace with tongues wrestling and hands all over each other. I reached down and lifted Kay in my arms and walked toward the bedroom without ever breaking the kiss. I lay Kay on the bed and before I could do anything she reached up and grabbing the waist band of my suit pulled it down over my cock, releasing it to bob in the air in front of her. "I have dreamt so many time of this," she murmured as she took hold of the base in one hand and slowly began to stroke its length with the other. "It is as beautiful as I remember."

"What do you mean you mean 'you remember'? When did you ever see my cock?"

"I watched you masturbate once. You had left your door open one night and I peaked through the crack and watched you until you came. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I have since had my own fantasies fueled by that sight. And, this is one of them." With that, Kay brought the head of my swollen cock to her lips and just let it touch them and moved the underside of the head softly back and forth across her lips. Then, slowly she extended her tongue between her lips and continued the some light motion. It was driving me crazy. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and tried to pull her closer to increase the pressure, but she very strongly resisted and looked into my eyes to let me know that I just needed to let her fulfill her fantasy. God, I thought I would die. I so badly needed to be in her – in her mouth, with her luscious lips wrapped around me and that titillating tongue sliding along the length of manhood. But, it was her fantasy. It was her imagination that she needed to move slowly – it had been more than ten years that she had fantasized about having my cock in her mouth, tasting it, and feeling its silky texture with her tongue. This was going to be slow – painfully slow for me, but delightfully slow for her.

It seemed like forever before she finally opened her mouth and slowly pulled me into her mouth, sliding her tongue along the underside of my cock. Jesus, I don't think I have ever been harder in my life. My cock pulsed with each beat of my heart, which must have been going at 150 beats per minute by this time. Finally, she closed her lips around my cock and swirled her tongue around my dick until I was well lubricated and she started moving her head slowly back and forth to fuck me dick with her mouth. Never had I felt such a smooth and velvety mouth sucking my cock before. Or, had been taken orally so deep. I was in Paradise.

Finally, as I was about to come, she sensed it and pulled away. "I will finish this later. That was delicious."

"Delicious, I don't know. But, fucking amazing, I know."

I fell onto the bed on top of Kay and we rolled over so that I could remove her top and bikini bottoms as fast as I could. Then, I stopped – managed to stop – and just looked at her body. My gaze took in her luscious round breasts with the puffy areola and erect nipples and then down to the downy hair of her womanhood. I could see the pink folds of her pussy just visible between her legs. "You know, I saw you naked once, too."

"You did? When?"

"It was just an early morning one day when I was leaving to go on my paper route. You had left your blind up enough for me to see in and you were changing from your pajamas into your underwear. It was just for a second, but it took my fantasies to a whole new level."

"I may have left the blind up on purpose. I don't remember at the moment."

"How could have I been so stupid to not keep in touch with you?"

"We would have probably blown it. It is better now that we are both ready for it."

Slowly, I reached out and took one of her breasts in my hand and just held it – cupped it firmly to just feel the weight and lightness of it. The skin was so soft and smooth. I brought my thumb and forefinger to her nipple and lightly squeezed and then pulled on it, eliciting a moan from Kay.

I reached my other hand down to her ass and pulled her toward me while turning her on her back. I leaned over to take a nipple between my lips and cupped her pubic mound in my hand as she spread her legs apart. At the same time she grasped my throbbing cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke it. I slid a finger up her slit gathering the collecting moisture of her wet cunt until I reached her clitoris. Her clitoris was large and obviously excited. My first contact with it elicited a deep moan from Kay and she lifted her hips to intensify my touch. "No way is this going to go fast," I said, looking into her lust-filled eyes. "I get to take my time and fulfill my fantasies too." I slowly slid down the length of her body, peering into her eyes, kissing her belly, until I lay between her legs, looking directly into the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. She was so aroused that the inner glistening lips of her cunt were protruding through the outer lips and her clitoris stood out from the hood that normally kept it within its protective grasp. The color was a light pink, deepening into a rose at the entrance of her sweet hole. It was a pussy in need of satisfaction and it was my great joy to be facing it with that intention. But, I needed to touch it, explore it with my fingers, and then my tongue before I plumbed its depths with my cock.

I slowly ran my finger down one side of the slit and then the other, feeling the slickness provided by her natural arousal lubrication. I marveled at the way the engorged flesh sprang back into its shape after each pass of my finger along its length. Slowly I brought a finger along the divide between her two openings, noting how the depth of her moaning heightened as I passed over her anal opening. I slid one finger into her cunt, exploring the soft folds of her vaginal walls. Ahhh, it felt so good, but what I really needed was a taste. I needed to know whether my imagination of how she would taste would be borne out in reality. So, I brought my face to the opening and inhaled deeply. I brought my training in tasting wines to bear. Flavor is largely a sense a smell, since our taste buds can only appreciate four basic sensations (sweet, sour, acid, salt) and maybe five (fat). The taste was a mix of sweet and salt. The aroma was a mix of vanilla, lemon and cilantro.

The feel? - well, the feel was something else. Slippery and tasty from her arousal and the fullness of her engorgement – of the lips of her cunt and her clitoris. Her clit seemed enormous, but only because of her excitement and my attraction to it. Slowly, I ran my tongue across and around it. Then, I could no longer stop and I sucked it in between my lips and pulled on it. I heard her scream "Oh fuck, I can't stand it. You are sucking on my cunt, on my clit. It feels so good. I have wanted it for so long. Oh shit. Do me." I felt it build. And she came.

As she came down from her ecstasy, she reached down with both hands and took hold of my head to pull me up to her to kiss me with her lips on my lips that had just caressed her other lips to a powerful orgasm. "You like the taste of your own cum, don't you?" 

"Enter me. Put that beautiful cock in my cunt." A pause. "Oh, God, I have wanted to say that for so long."

I was there. I was as hard as a rock. I needed to be inside her and I knew that the emptiness of the last ten years was now at an end. I knew that there was nothing in the world except for this moment – the moment that my cock would enter Kay, that she would engulf me, make me the man I was meant to be – in Kay, the woman I was meant to be with.

So, I entered her. Her pussy engulfed me. I felt whole. I felt complete. I fucked her like a man in love – a man who had been in love for a long time without the satisfaction of consummation of that love. I fucked her slowly staying deep inside her. I didn't want to come, because that would have meant that my cock would have gotten soft – eventually – and I would have fallen out of her. I never, ever, wanted to be outside of her ever again. I wanted my cock in her pussy forever. Why couldn't it be that way?

But, I came. I came very hard – as did Kay. We fell into each other's arms. My softening cock slipped from her very wet pussy. And we lay together in the consequences of our passion.

This, is the beginning of our story.



General Admission



/* I hope you enjoy this story, it is my first and first submitted. Feedback is certainly welcomed. If you enjoy this story, please read 'Standing Room Only' by Sarah_C for a different perspective.

Thank you, Shad`oh. */

The band moves onto the stage causing a wild rush forwards from the fans. The small amount of space that had separated bodes rapidly shrinks as the fans all try to move closer, closer to the band and closer to that sweet spot where the sound picks you up and carries you away with it. There are those that like to sit at the sides or stand at the back, but the most hardcore of fans will be up front, ignoring the bumps and bruises that will come from being wedged in with likeminded individuals, being swept away by the energy of the music.

I have been slowly working my way forwards all evening: at just over six foot tall and powerfully built, most of those I edged aside would take one look at me and decide that they weren't going to protest but no matter how big or tall you are there's always a point where there is just nowhere further to go and eight or ten people from the front I found myself at that spot. Close enough though for the right acoustics and the right kind of people around me. The first thundering notes from a bass guitar prove me correct, pulsing through the crowd, bodies go flying as the more enthusiastic of the audience start throwing themselves around in time with the beat. The rough lines of people surge back and forth like the tides, people are jostled and thrown about, an almost primal urge sends people back against those who pushed them, until a balance is formed in time with the music and I am here, in the middle of it, feeling alive.

That's when I notice her.

I must admit that she didn't seem like the type that would be 'moshing' up with the rest: slender build and quite short, even considering my perspective. I had seen her earlier, could hardly miss her jogging up the stairs into the stadium ahead of me. She had on a little black skirt that bounced high enough to show slender but shapely thighs, with a little t-shirt showing off her midriff. She looked more like the type that would sit at the back, not someone who would bounce around with the thugs and deviants.

But here she was barely two feet in front of me, rocking back and forth with the crowd now as the band slips into a more mellow phase. I watch as she pushes her hair out of her eyes. With short hair like that there is no way it will stay back, but she tucks it behind her ear, baring the smooth skin of her neck. The crown is so closely packed now that I can catch a trace of her scent, a sweet berry like smell that seems appropriate to her strawberry blonde hair. 

Most of the enjoyment of the concert is in the music and the atmosphere, but there is a wicked thrill as well, the surreptitious groping of a female fan as she bumps into you or squeezes past. Consider it payment for her playing on her looks in order to get to the front, trailing fingers over someone's denim covered behind just adds a little something else to the joy of hearing the music live. The beat of the music, the subtle scent of the girl ahead of me and the long-held fantasies of public sex come together to arouse me beyond what is comfortable. Tucking my dick behind the waistband of my pants solves the immediate problem, the knowledge that if my shirt lifts up I will be exposed to the crowd only heightens the thrill of dancing around with a hard on.

The band finishes their first number to a wild cheer of applause from the entire stadium, then move immediately into their second track. It is an old favourite they say, and the crowd seems to agree as first a few, then more recognise the initial riff..


Those who jump, jump. Those who rock back and forth, rock. Those not expecting it are thrown around. I am already jostled from side to side, so it comes as no surprise when the girl ahead is pushed back against me, with my half-erect dick pressed against her back I smile down at her and then she is gone again.

There is a mixture of relief and disappointment as she goes back to dancing to the song. The feel of her pressed against me has me randy as hell and I am disappointed as she moves away, but glad too that she hasn't noticed the hardness pressed into the small of her back. The song continues on and I rock back and forth to the music. 

I close my eyes and just move with the music. Never comfortable dancing, this is as close and expressive as I get, and if I close my eyes I can imagine that I am the only one there and nothing matters. But with my eyes shut I can't watch the crowd, and the first touch of her body to mine shocks my eyes open. She moves back, dancing, swaying, the little black skirt riding a little higher, her arse briefly rubbing against me, then moving away, tantalizingly. 

I ache to put my hands on her, to pull her back against me, to press my cock against her but this game is hers and I am more than content to let her gently rub against me.

She starts pushing back against me harder, I can feel the dampness of precum as the head of my dick rubs against my stomach, a few more minutes of playing like this and she will start to feel it too. She holds herself against me and arches back, my hand moves to her hip to balance myself, but instead of a fleeting touch I find my hand being held there by hers. The game has changed and for a moment I find myself tense, she can feel it too because she pauses in her movements. The desire of having her outweighs any worries I might have, and instead of moving away I wrap my arm around her waist, resting my hand on the perfectly taut stomach her top was designed to highlight. I lean in to her and press my lips to her cheek for a moment, catching her soft scent again.

Pressed hard against her now, I straighten up, the music being all the sweeter for having someone there dancing with me to it. Hot and hard and pressed against her I dance, she dances and we move to the music, then her hand, small but not shy, slips between our bodies and pulls down the waistband of my pants. Free of cotton restraints, my cock springs free, now hidden from view only by her crumpled black skirt. Pressed between the soft skin of her buttocks, beneath her skirt in the middle of this crowd, amongst all these people, my unencumbered dick is inches away from the bare pussy of a complete stranger. 

For a moment I stand there motionless while she slides back and forth along me, I can feel her skin, made slick by my own lubrication, rub up and down my dick. She stiffens as I move away, but relaxes again when I bring myself back against her, dick angled down now, rubbing not against her pert bum, but between her thighs, against the very lips of her pussy. For what seems like eons, but must have been moments we stand thus, gentle movements running my length against her, then I take inspiration from the song… holding her gently by the hips I flex and lift her from the ground, just an inch or two.. She arches her back, and I lower her slowly to the floor, feeling the head of my dick slowly spread apart her folds as I enter her.

We both go wild then, dancing and writhing in time to the music. Buried to the hilt within her, feeling her flex and twist around me. I hold her by the waist still, guiding her back and forth, though she needs no direction. With a shudder she grips my hands in hers and arches her back, clenching hard on the base of my dick as she comes. The look in her eyes, the beautiful smile on her face and they way hey cunt clasps at me sends me to join her in that pleasure and I find myself thrusting further than before, lifting her from the ground again and fairly grinding into her as I shoot deep into her.

She leans back against me as I set her feet gently back down to the floor, my own knees are shaking still, so I remain motionless for a moment, letting her rest against me. A particularly bright flash from the lights on the stage remind me that we are not truly in a position to be basking in the afterglow, so with great regret I withdraw from her, tucking myself into my more than slightly damp pants and straightening her very mussed skirt, giving her one last fondle.

Pushing her damp hair out of the way I plant a small kiss on the back of her neck, then slip backwards through the crowd.



General Gordon



General Gordon was a tall, muscular man with an astonishing military record behind him. He'd fought proudly for the USA in a number of territories, and had only recently been in charge of a couple of vital missions in Iraq and Afghanistan. 

Now he was back on American soil, but only for half a year. Already he had been given the details of his next mission over in the Middle East. It was to be his most dangerous yet, but could potentially be the most rewarding too, not just for his career but for the whole direction the war was going.

He was itching to get back out there with his fellow generals, but he knew the importance of his six month post at the Military Training Facility in Nevada he was currently stationed at. There was he believed a serious lack of discipline among the new young recruits that he hoped his stern approaches would soon have under control.

Matters weren't helped in his opinion by the fact that the facility was based in a state that had legalised prostitution. He felt that the idea of running off as quickly as possible on leave to one of the many brothels that had been set up around the army land settled too easily in the minds of the young soldiers, male and female alike. 

That wasn't to say General Gordon disapproved of prostitution; far from it. As a single man with too much time for his job and not for his social life, he could often be seen checking into one of his favourite places for some sexual relief. The difference was you would never actually say you'd seen him to his face – that was just asking for trouble.

One morning the general woke up feeling hornier than usual. He lay back in his bunk and tried to recall the dream he'd had. It was definitely something to do with a female pop star of some kind, a redhead; he'd seen pictures of her in some of the quarters, though he didn't know who the heck she was. General Gordon was a little bit behind with the times when it came to all things culture.

He got up and checked his small calendar that he kept by his bunk. There was a large red circle ringed around today's date. The general grinned. Maybe that was why he was feeling so aroused: today was his turn for leave. 

He busied himself with his morning chores – the wash of the chiselled face and shaving of the stubble, the cleaning of the brown boots, the fifty press ups and fifty sit ups before breakfast. All the time he kept from being distracted by his randy thoughts through sheer determination and trained will power that came with years of experience.

After breakfast came the morning drill. As he took the soldiers through their paces he felt the hot air hit him like a dishcloth. He was dedicated to not breaking his concentration from the essential job at hand. He had to put himself last for now; the more he waited for it he longer it would take to for his leave to start. He quickened the pace.

"Come on, come on," he shouted loudly in his gruff voice. "One, two, one, two. Step on it, Falkirk. Ashgrove, you look a disgrace; take five hundred laps. Smarten up! Put your backs into it, you measly little worms."

Two soldiers ran past him and, when out of earshot, one turned to the other and muttered, "What's got him pissed off this morning?"

"Scope has a theory," replied his companion. "Usually the general's just a bastard, but today he's a super bastard. Coincidentally, he has his leave this afternoon, where he'll pay a hooker to suck him off or something."

"So you're saying he's a super bastard this morning 'cos he's got a boner?"

"Do you want to check?"

"Hey, fuck you, man!"

Finally the time came. After changing into more suitable clothes, and trying to look as calm, cool and collected as possible, General Gordon left the Military Training Facility in a large army jeep and drove off down the desert roads towards civilisation. 

It took half an hour down the dusty tracks before the general even saw any sign of life, and that was just another vehicle. No wonder our lives are so lonely, he mused, when we're this far away from company. 

He soon found himself at a fork in the road and stopped the jeep. He had a decision to make; each route would take him to a different brothel. If he went left he would arrive at Madam Play Time's, and if he turned right he would come across Sizzle, one of the newest of these establishments but already highly regarded. 

General Gordon reached down and felt the hardening bulge in his dark green trousers. It was pointing right. Never one to argue with a starving cock, the general started the jeep up again and turned into down the right road.

Sizzle looked like a beautiful hotel, which it was, if you thought enough about it. It had tall windows and deep interiors, with many different rooms for the various activities that went on. General Gordon had already acquainted himself with the place twice before. The first time had been a little disappointing, as the business had only just opened, but when he'd given it a second chance it had won him over. 

There was one slight problem with the place however, and that was the time it had taken to get there. He knew that, after all the transactions that had to take place before the dirty deed, the actual sex, he wouldn't have a lot of time to satisfy himself before having to return to base. He smiled now as he turned the jeep's engine off. He wasn't worried. Over the years he'd picked up a little trick that often worked wonders on occasions such as this.

As General Gordon entered the large, homely building he felt a cooling waft of air conditioning, a sweet relief from the now stifling Nevada desert heat outside. Although the entrance and various hallways were covered in cold chrome steel, the main reception area looked like a hunting lodge, minus the roaring fire, of course. There were deer heads and antlers scattered tastefully along the walls, and a large bar stocked with every kind of alcohol imaginable, where a smartly dressed barman was standing polishing a wine glass with a bright white cloth. Soft music was playing quietly through hidden speakers.

An elderly but still very beautiful woman, dressed in simple black, stepped behind the desk and smiled warmly at the general. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, "and welcome back to Sizzle."

General Gordon had never ever revealed his proper name or job title in any brothel he had visited. He often used pseudonyms and sometimes found it a little tiring trying to remember which ones were required for which establishment. Thankfully, Sizzle being still quite new, he was able to recall his 'name' easily.

"It's nice to be back," he said to the lady in his gruff tones. "Name is Morrison and I'd like to get started as soon as possible, if that's okay. I'm afraid I'm a little stretched for time."

"That is a shame, Mr Morrison. We aren't too busy at the moment, as you can see, though I do have a heavy evening booked in; bachelor party, you understand. Would you like a drink from the bar while you wait?"

"Please," said General Gordon, "but could I skip a few steps and make my request for a companion now?"

It wasn't usually right to choose a girl without a traditional line up, but the Madam of Sizzle knew from the last two times General Gordon had visited that he had a heavy wallet. She picked up a black folder and opened it halfway for him. "Take it to the bar with you, sir," she suggested.

General Gordon nodded and did just that. The barman – a young, bookish looking man, who seemed half the time to be still getting over the fact that his first job was in a brothel surrounded by gorgeous women – flashed a white, toothy grin and said, "What can I get you this afternoon, Mr Morrison?"

"Bourbon, please, on the rocks."

"Right away, sir."

While the barman poured the delicious brown liquid, the general glanced over the pages of the black folder. He looked at blondes and brunettes, redheads and even a bald lady. There were whites, blacks, Asians; there tall ones and short ones; big breasts and small; if you named a distinguishing feature shared by a group of women, Sizzle seemed to have at least two ladies who would fit into that category.

Finally, swigging the last of his bourbon down his throat and feeling a little revitalised after the long drive, General Gordon got up and placed the black folder back into the Madam's hands. 

"That one, please," he said, pointing a finger at a gorgeous looking redhead. She looked almost exactly like the woman he had been dreaming about the night before, that pop singer. He half-wondered id she looked like that intentionally.

The Madam looked over the facts and figures given on the information sheet before smiling and directing the general back towards the bar. "I'll be back with her momentarily, Mr Morrison."

Within three minutes, true to her word, she had returned with a vision of loveliness fittingly named 'Ginger'. Her hair was certainly redder than any General Gordon had seen before. 

"Nice to meet you, Mr Morrison," she said, smiling broadly. 

Her accent was a Texan drawl; her eyes sparkled. Already the general knew he'd made a good choice. This was a girl who loved sex, he could tell. She was dressed in plain white underwear which was fitted beautifully to her lovely 36D breasts. Though she was short she made up for it with stunning looking legs, and General Gordon knew from her profile that her pussy was shaved to bare minimum out of her own choice. 

His mouth felt dry with anticipation. He felt like ordering another glass of bourbon and ice, but he knew time was against him.

"Likewise, Miss 'Ginger', likewise," he replied. "Which room is your favourite here at Sizzle?"

After sorting out the basic payment with 'Ginger' herself – as is the law in Nevada – the general found himself standing in a small but comfortable looking room. A large circular bed stood in the middle, with large mirrors all around it. The carpet was a deep red and felt soft between his toes as he removed all of his clothes, whilst 'Ginger' lay on the bed watching him with those sparkling eyes. 

When General Gordon revealed his piece de resistance from under his boxer shorts, 'Ginger' didn't bat an eyelid. The general didn't expect her to, of course: this was a woman who had seen every size and shape probably imaginable. But he bet she'd never seen anything like what he was about to show her.

"Miss 'Ginger', I'll be blunt," he explained. "I'm afraid our time is far more limited then I would have liked, so much as I'd love to partake in foreplay with you, it would be far easier if I did it myself."

'Ginger' nodded. "Go right ahead, sweetheart; I like to watch a man pleasuring himself."

General Gordon smiled wickedly. He stood up straight and looked down at his now sagging member. "Soldier," he barked. "Attention!"

Immediately his cock shot up into the straightest, hardest erection 'Ginger' had ever seen. If you had placed a spirit level next to it, the bubble in the fluid would have been dead centre.

'Ginger' was startled to begin with, before she laughed and clapped her hands gleefully. "That's fantastic!" she cried. "I've never seen that before!"

"I'll bet you haven't," said General Gordon proudly. "And you haven't seen anything yet, miss." He stood up right again, glared down at the pink flesh with his best army stare, and bellowed, "Soldier, stand aaaaaaat ease!"

Just as quickly as it had sprung up, the erection deflated, shrivelling up into its regular size, as if blood hadn't been pumping through it for years, let alone half a second ago. 

'Ginger' laughed again, louder this time, and got up onto her knees to get a closer look at the remarkable spectacle. "Amazing," she giggled, "you're amazing, Mr Morrison."

General Gordon felt his ego swell with pride as well as his chest. "Would you like to see it again, miss?" he asked.

"One more time?" she replied, an innocent, pleading look in her sparkling eyes. "One more time, up and down? And then I'd like to feel it!"

"I bet you would, miss," said General Gordon happily. "Right then, solider: atteeeeeention!"

Once again the sex jumped into action, hard as a rock, perfect angle for the nice hard fuck the general was planning to give this luscious woman in thanks for her generous applause at his little bedroom trick. 

'Ginger' laughed again, also beginning to daydream about what this marvel would feel like springing to attention inside of her. She was going to enjoy herself a lot more than usual this afternoon, she could tell.

"And now," declared General Gordon proudly, "the grand finale. Soldier...wait for it, wait for it...stand aaaaaaaat ease!"

Nothing happened. The penis stayed as strong and firm and straight as it had been.

Coughing a little, General Gordon shuffled his feet and glared downwards. "Soldier? Are you listening to me? Stand aaaaaaaaaaaat ease!"

Still nothing. 'Ginger' was laughing loudly; she thought it was still part of the act. How wrong she was.

The general should have just shrugged it off; he should have turned to the beautiful laughing girl on top of that luxurious comfortable bed and taken her; he should have screwed her senseless and let Mother Nature take its course over his erection. But the military man in him had taken over; the strict and obsessive training over the years had forced him to see this as an act of dreadful disobedience. 

"Soldier," he growled, "this is your last chance or you will have to pay the penalty for your tardiness! Stand aaaaaaaaaat...ease!"

Nothing; not even a twitch.

Exasperated, the general cried, "Right then, you pathetic little parasite, I warned you!" And with that he grabbed the cock with his hand and began to furiously pump it, almost turning red with the ferocity of his movements. 

'Ginger' quickly realised that this wasn't part of the trick. "Hey," she said, a little crossly. "We didn't agree on this. You never told me you were going to give yourself a hand job! That's extra! Are you listening to me? What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"The soldier is being disobedient, lazy and disrespectful to his superior," explained General Gordon, feeling his legs start to buckle slightly and the white hot juice begin to seep out. "So I'm giving him a dishonourable discharge!"



General Hospital: Mia & Durant



Living over Kelly's was fun but the morning of my fourth day in Port Charles it was unusually cold and I had to wait in line for a hot shower. This cute young detective by the name of Jesse had moved in and apparently believed he had a lock on the hot water. This would not do. I paid Mike the balance of my bill and sashayed my delicious behind over to Jax' hotel, The Metro. Apparently there had been so horrid mob shootout there on the tenth floor so they were running a reduced rate special to fill up the place.

I had a soft spot for Jax besides so I got myself a nice suite at a pretty good price too. I was getting myself all settled in and unpacked when I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, there stood someone I hoped I would never see again. I was so annoyed, I tried to slam the door shut in his face but he caught it with his hand, shoved his foot in the door and came inside.

"Mia Thyme. What brings you to Port Charles?" John Durant asked me with that ever present smarmy look upon his face.

"Business if it were any business of yours. And what is the high and mighty John Durant doing in Port Charles?" I retorted.

"I'm the DA and I'll be asking the questions," he managed as he shut the door. "I know you have ties to organized crime, Mia, and I am trying to clean up this town, not open the door for more. So you are not welcome in this city."

I stepped past him to reopen the hotel room door as I stated icily, "And you are not welcome in my hotel room"

He chuckled at this and managed to remind me, "That isn't what you said in Philadelphia."

"That was Philadelphia! Now, get out, John!" I shouted indignantly at him.

He just laughed at me again and quietly said, "Not until I get what I got in Philly."

"Why, I never!" I cried out as my hand reached up to slap the silly grin off his face. He easily deflected my blow and grabbed my wrist.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Yes you have and you will again, right now to be exact." Then the man had the audacity to begin stripping down in the middle of my room. I tried to remain calm, cool and collected but I had to admit the guy had a nice body. When he was down to his briefs, he motioned for me to come over and I did.

He sat in the fine leather chair that sat before the already blazing fire as I knelt on the floor before him.

Grabbing my hair, he guided my face down to his cock and, by its own accord, my tongue slipped out and began to caress his manhood with long full strokes. He groaned softly as I rolled up and down the length of it, making it get fuller and harder by the moment. Soon enough, he was as hard as a rock and I took the head between my lips. Once it lay upon my tongue, I let it stay there a moment as my eyes looked up into his.

"Just like Philly," he said.

Oh yes, I had given him head in Philly and apparently I was going to give him head in Port Charles too. That was fine with me because I love sucking cock. Maybe I am not normal but I do. And John Durant had a mighty fine cock, well worth sucking. Holding the head there between my lips, I let my tongue flick softly over it. I even gave the opening a little swirl. He moaned even louder and I could feel his fingers tightening in my hair. He had wound the soft locks between his fingers and was using my hair somewhat like a leash. And you have to know by now that I do so love a leash. So I was pretty happy myself at the moment and let out my own soft purr of pleasure.

But John wasn't one for patience so I moved on, sliding the head a bit further back onto my tongue then pressing it up into the roof of my mouth. Once I could hold it there, I began to suck gently upon it as John began to exhale faster and louder. I could feel his cock already becoming fatter in my mouth and the vein along the underside was pulsing like a mambo band. I wondered how long it had been since he had gotten off and I wondered how long it would take him to get off tonight.

"That's it, Mia, show me how much you like it," he growled as I sucked upon him. At this point, he was already starting to show the strain and his hips were beginning to lift from the chair and lewdly press against my face. He had my head pretty much in a stationary position, having wrapped both hands within my hair, tangling the locks tightly around his fingers. I knew how he operated and I knew soon he would be going to town, fucking my throat like there was no tomorrow. So I worked that hard sweet cock of his, enjoying the heat and pulse of it on my tongue while I could. He kept pushing it in as I kept sucking it in and soon enough the head was wedged in my throat.

I moaned with pleasure because damn but I do love to suck cock. John groaned in pleasure because I do not think there is a man alive who does not enjoy having his cock sucked. And as I began to move up and down his thick tool, John began to move my head along with his hands. In no time, I was just a toy as he thrust in and pulled me forward, then pulled out as he pushed me back. I really did not need to do much at all because John Durant was fucking my mouth and enjoying it immensely.

I continued to suck and flick and tease with my tongue, cheeks and teeth when I could but John pretty much had my head still at this point as his hips lifted off the expensive leather chair and just slapped against my face again and again. His balls were getting harder and tighter by the moment and I knew the man was going to let go at any second. I looked up and saw his face was beet red and I prayed his heart was in good shape because I seriously did not need any more notoriety than I already had. 

And then he was cumming. Stream after stream of his creamy seed was shooting out of his cock and into my mouth. The sadist that he is, he released one hand to reach down and hold my nose while the other hand held me as close as possible to him on his cock as he ordered like the former Fed he was, "Swallow it all, Mia!" like he was ordering me to fire at will. The man was all heart. But I do love to swallow so I did the best I could and managed to get most of the guy's cum, which didn't taste half bad I may add, down into my smooth and very flat little belly.

He finally stopped firing. I swear he is like a gun when he gets going. Made me wonder if all feds are like that but I wasn't going to start a survey or anything. So I kept sucking until he was done and was just contentedly licking and sucking along when I heard something that sounded an awful lot like a snore. I looked up and, I swear to God, the man was asleep! Well I know I give good blow jobs but really! 

I was hungry and a belly full of cum was not supper to me so I pulled a throw off the bed and tucked it around John on the chair. I grabbed my purse, figuring I would head out for supper someplace. Lucky had recommended some place for ribs that I thought I might try. Anyhow, I was just about to leave when I figured I should leave John a note.

John,

Nothing I like better than when I make you fire.

Stop by again, I'll be in town for awhile.

Mia



General Hospital: Mia & Jason



I was up early the next day, enjoying the heavenly scents drifting up to my room from the diner below. I had an appointment first thing with Joanne who had been busy looking for places for me to put down PC roots. I stretched with the gracefulness of a cat as I slid out of bed and across the hallway to take a shower. Lovely Elizabeth was warming the hall with her presence and the steamy heat of the bathroom was just what the doctor ordered. 

Joanne met me downstairs in the diner proper where we chatted over a light breakfast. I needed my usual two cups of java to get me going. Brain functioning, we took off in her Mercedes to view the properties she had lined up.

She saved the best for last and I made an immediate offer. It had been on the market for awhile, the former home of a notorious gangster. I swear there were bullet holes in the walls. It was rather dark but the history of the place gave it charm. I made a generous offer, knowing it would be accepted since the place had been on the market too long. Joanne left me to lock up and I explored the mobster's former penthouse apartment.

As I stood admiring the view off the balcony, I heard the door slam open. I turned and saw a dark, sinister looking yet handsome blond stud standing before me. "Hello! What have we here?" I asked.

"I'll ask the questions, lady," he barked, blue eyes flashing daggers of lightning at me. "Who are you and what are you doing in the penthouse?"

I smiled, liking his brisk no nonsense approach. "My name is Mia Thyme and I am about to purchase this place. Now, who are you?"

A shadow quickly passed over his face as he let his guard down. "Jason Morgan, I live across the hall. Sorry for the intrusion, I guess I am not used to strangers up here on the Penthouse floor."

My pink lips curled up, amused. "Ah, I see. So we will be neighbors! Good to know there is a strong, tough guy to protect me nearby."

What passed for a smile swept over his lips as he grunted, "In more ways than one, babe. Are you packing?"

My eyebrows lifted in a questioning way, "Packing? As in carrying a weapon?"

"That's what I mean, cupcake. You carry?"

"No, but you can frisk me anyway."

That was all he needed as his hands begin to fondle my form, searching for any concealed weapons. "Too many layers, need to remove some." Then he quickly began to strip me until I stood naked before him.

"Satisfied?" I asked, naked and obviously not concealing.

"Not quite. Cavity search. On your knees, girl." 

I did as he asked and his fingers begin to pry open my tight holes, supposedly searching for weapons but you and I both know better. Two long fingers slid into my hot wet cunt and he began to manipulate them in and out, filling me, massaging me, stretching me. "Ohhhh, Jason!" I moaned in ecstasy.

"You like that?" he asked, needlessly, as I began to turn into a piece of spineless flesh, pressing back into his searching fingers and wanting to be filled by him. It felt so good, having those warm long appendages easing me open, my juices quickly began to flow and coat his fingers with my desire. 

"Yes, Jason, yes. Please give me more," I begged like the wanton slut I was, needing to be filled with those long hot fingers of his. He slid another in when he heard my request. I could feel his three fingers slipping in and out of my wetness. He knew how to use them, he knew how to please a woman. He knew exactly what I needed and wanted.

His fingers continued to move in and out, fucking me with deep steady strokes as he quietly watched my body respond to him. I was the proverbial putty in his hands as he pulled and pushed and prodded and squeezed me open to accommodate those deliciously wicked fingers of his. Soon I felt him pick up the pace, his fingers began to relentlessly fuck me, pushing in and pulling out, my juices coating him completely now as I moaned, helpless upon the bare floor. He didn't let up, his continued on, acting as if he wanted to bury all of them inside me.

"Do you want to cum, Mia?" he asked me in that hauntingly cruel voice of his.

I purred, slowly. "Please, Jason, yes!"

"Beg," he ordered in a tone that would brook no argument.

And so I did, my body withering beneath his touch like he owned it. I began to plead and beg as if it were the last day on Earth and this was my last chance to ever have an orgasm. Finally I heard his husky whisper as he gave me permission to finally cum and I did, covering his fingers and hand with my juices once more.

He pulled his hand quickly from my sopping cunt and brought it to my mouth where he pushed the three wettest fingers past my lips. I sucked them clean, knowing this is exactly what he wanted. When he was satisfied, he pulled them from my mouth, stood and left the penthouse.

I sat on the floor staring after him for some minutes before reality finally caught up with me and I dressed. After making sure I was all neat and tidy in the bathroom mirror, I walked out of the penthouse, locking it up behind me. I took out one of my business cards and jotted a short note on it before I stuck it in the door jam around Jason's penthouse, so conveniently located right across the hall from what I hoped would soon be my PC residence. 

Jason,

Let your fingers do the walking over to my place anytime.

Kisses, Mia



General Hospital: Mia & Jax



It was a cold day in February when I arrived in Port Charles. It had snowed so, as usual, all the girls were running around in spaghetti strap dresses. The Port Charles Hotel was full so one of the bellboys recommended I see if there was a room available over Kelly's Diner. That is how I came to be on the docks when some guy who looked rather scary with dark hair bumped against me. 

"Excuse me?" I said to the rude man, my green eyes cold with disgust as I looked him up and down.

"Excuse me? You're excused, lady. Be careful where you are walking. Not smart to bump into Sonny Corinthos," the dark man said. 

So began my introduction to the life in PC.

Luckily for me, there was room at Kelly's and I put down roots for now. Eventually I would look for something bigger, more appropriate, but at the moment I was busy putting together my new club. You see, I knew the people of Port Charles were a bit on the kinky side and I had done my market research. What this town really needed was a good BDSM club. I had the money; I was in the process of opening a chain of these clubs. The ones I had already opened in Pine Valley and Llanview were instant successes. So Port Charles was the next logical step.

My name is Mia Thyme. I am an attractive 35 year old independent woman. I have shoulder length wavy brown hair and deep green eyes. I am pale and tend to chill easily. Never could understand how the girls in PC could run around in such skimpy clothes in the middle of winter. I came to town with a real fur, white, and a suitcase full of sweaters in case. I wasn't about to be flopping around PC with a suitcase, no one ever did. So I was just carrying my carry-on which held the necessities: shampoo, conditioner, negligee, clean panties, a map of PC, cell phone, camera, laptop, hairdryer, deodorant, brush, comb, toothpaste, toothbrush, slippers, a pair of leggings, a sweatshirt that said "Eat Dirt" on the front and a pair of socks. Mama always said "Be prepared."

So there I was in my white fur at the counter in Kelly's asking for a room when some girl, cute as a button, asks me if I need help. I introduce myself and she informs me her name is Elizabeth Webber. The girl is darling. I MUST get her to work for me at my club. She helps me get settled in my room and sends some young guy named Lucky to retrieve my suitcase while we sit on the bed and have some girl talk.

She runs down to the diner and brings up some pie and coffee and we are all settled in when Lucky returns, grinning from ear to ear like Elizabeth was the world's best looking woman ever. I ogled them, one from the other and smiled into my coffee cup. The two of them then excused themselves while I pulled down the blanket and, after changing into my negligee, slipped between the sheets.

I slept soundly, considering how cold it was. In the morning, after a quick trip to the communal bathroom for a hot shower and a good tooth brushing, I head down to the diner proper for a nice hearty breakfast. I have to work to maintain my girlish figure so I pass on the pancakes, even though they smell divine, and instead order two eggs over easy, whole wheat toast and coffee. I am enjoying my repast when some loud older man walks in making demands. I hear one of the waitresses address him as Luke and as the owner. Elizabeth let me know last night the Spencer's owned this place and that nice Lucky was the son of Luke. So I assumed, correctly I later discovered, that this tall, interesting looking man was Luke Spencer.

Much later, I would have business dealings with the man. But for now, I had things to do, people to see, places to visit. I called my local real estate agent on my cell; she had a list of suitable buildings for me to look at. The list was rather long so I ate my breakfast hastily, threw on my fur and headed out into the brisk Port Charles day. 

Margo, my agent, showed me six buildings before we got to one I thought would even slightly work. It was a rather large, high ceiling warehouse. It was not in the best of shape but it had the square footage I desired and the room to build the ambiance I required. It was also cheap, not that that was the deciding factor. But if I could save a bit on the building, it would give me more capital for the interior. I made what I considered to be a reasonable offer and Margo said she would get back to me.

Since Margo basically handled commercial properties, she recommended another girl in her office, Joanne, to look for something residential for me. I told Joanne I wasn't looking for anything fancy. It was doubtful I would make Port Charles my permanent residence but I would like to have a place to call home when I was here. If, and that is a big IF, my club was successful, I would stay in PC until everything was firmly in hand and I had staff in place I could trust. After that, I would make regular visits, as I did with my other clubs, and having a place to call home would make those visits easier. As well, I was known to allow high rollers and exclusive clientele to crash in my pads when they were in town if I wasn't. So I tended to pick up places in every city I had a club.

Joanne said she would make me a list of places to visit the following day. I agreed and headed back out, having a meeting scheduled with Jasper Jacks.

I hadn't worked with Jax in a long time, not since he had lost his first fortune to the Feds. Well the man was a genius when it came to money so of course he had replaced that fortune many times over by now. We had agreed to meet at his place and so I was on time, as usual. He opened the door almost immediately, making me think he was psychic as well as wealthy. 

"Mia! It's been too long," he gushed as he swept me into his arms for one of his trademark bear hugs.

"Jax!" I responded, my arms tightening around him, "Well you have been busy. I have been busy. It happens. But now I am here. You are here. We can catch up."

He ushered me through the door and closed it with a snap of the lock behind me as he led me to an over-sized leather sofa and indicated I should sit. Then he offered me a drink which I gladly agreed upon and soon he handed me a glass of a delightful Chablis.

We spent a few minutes chatting about old business and new friends. He wanted to invest in my chain of clubs and we discussed that a bit too. They were not overly great at moneymaking. Most clubs aren't. But they satisfied a niche crowd which was blossoming across the country. 

I decided to allow him to invest. Capital is always good. And I could use his contacts in Port Charles to fill my employment needs. After another glass of Chablis and terms settled, I agreed to have the contract drawn up and in his hands by the end of the week. He ordered supper delivered and we enjoyed each others company over the repast, finishing off the bottle of wine and another before the meal was finished.

Then leading me again to the sofa, Jax was his usual charming self as he whispered in my ear in that delightful accent of his, "Shall we celebrate our partnership in the usual way?"

The usual way involved us being naked and enjoying each others bodies immensely. So of course I nodded my head and he began to slowly, with wonderfully nimble fingers, remove my clothes. Soon I was naked before him as he stood and removed his own and lead me to his bedroom where I laid upon the bed as he knelt between my parted thighs.

"Ah Mia," Jax murmured as he laid his finely-toned body on top of mine, his manhood entering me quickly, fully, filling me so nicely. I had forgotten what a wonderful lover he was. He was slow and easy, taking his time with gentle strokes.

He slid in and out of me with the pace of a turtle, as if we both had forever to just lie here and fuck. My hips met his with a sweet rush of anticipation, the way he filled me so exquisite. And his body was so divine. It was easy to get lost in the moment, here in his bed with the terribly soft sheets and with him between my parted thighs. It seemed so perfect.

My hands found his hips and held on, our bodies in perfect unison now as he moved above me and I moved below him. His breath smelt of Chablis and sunset. Yes, I know what a sunset smells like. Jax is a sunset. Beautiful and sadly missed when gone. My lips found his and my tongue dived inside to taste his sweetness. His tongue met mine and they danced for a few moments as our bodies pressed and pulled in an ageless rhythm.

Moving with each other, our bodies soared to new heights. We danced together amidst the clouds. The sun stroked our skin and brightened the locks of our hair. We felt the faint chill as a breeze fluttered by us, our skin dampened with our exertions. My eyes filled with tears at the sheer beauty of this moment. It was something I wanted to take a photograph of and place it in a file marked "Perfect" in my memory. My hips pressed against him a few more times before my body let go and I shook through the tremors of my release.

He continued to move above me, his white teeth so perfect, his sky blue eyes filled with passion as he hardened and swelled inside my tightness. His lips captured mine as a whisper floated above us. "Mia! Oh, Mia!"

Then he came. Deep inside of me I could feel the waves of his pleasure heighten and crash against my own inferno burning me like a fire out of control. His seed jetted into me, going deep and single-mindedly intent on finding something to swim into. Oh I know! 

My fingers dug deep into his shoulders, I knew he would find bruises there in the morning, as he finished. Then he fell upon me, my hard nipples pressing into his chest, as we both regained our breath and let those last dizzying waves escape us.

"Mia, that was extraordinary, as usual. It really has been too long," he whispered into my mouth as he kissed me, deep and lingeringly, tasting me.

"Oh I do agree, Jax darling. Perhaps we need to do business together more often," I purred into his mouth.

He slid out of me and rolled to his side, taking me with him. "Perhaps. Or perhaps we need to just do this more often, with or without business."

My green eyes blinked into his blue. "Jax, is that you? Honestly, I think a toss in the hay here and there is great. But if we become more regular, doll, it will become more ordinary. But, I will consider it."

His fingers combed through my wavy hair, every so often brushing against the soft curve of my neck. "Then how about once a week while you are in town?"

I snuggled up against his frame, so warm and soft and muscular and smelling decidedly masculine. "Oh yes. I will agree to that, lover. What woman in her right mind wouldn't?"

He chuckled at that and smiled that smile which should be trademarked. "I always knew you were an intelligent woman, Mia." He reached around then and slapped my ass, affectionately. 

I whimpered, not because it hurt, and he knew it.

"Ah I see." He said huskily in that lovely accent of his. Then he sat up and pulled my naked form across his lap, my ass up. He proceeded to slap that same ass, not so gently now, leaving nice red handprints and making me wiggle with pleasure upon his lap. "Mia has been a naughty girl and needs a good spanking." 

I moaned with joy as his hand kept coming down in brisk strokes, hard. The stinging was such a delight, so long missed. He did know how to spank. And how! "Oh yes, Jax, I have been naughty. But please don't hurt me."

That was his cue to strengthen the blows, now coming faster. His hand must be beginning to hurt I thought. Guess so, as he reached for a pair of pants at the foot of the bed and slid the leather belt off of them. He folded the belt in half and began to bring it down across my already red and stinging derriere. It was the most glorious feeling. My pussy started getting wet all over again. He continued on for ten good strokes before turning me and putting me ass down in a sitting position on the floor. I groaned as my tender ass was pressed against the hard floor. He stood before me, his cock in my face. "Clean me, Mia." He ordered in a voice that would not brook an argument.

My mouth obediently opened and I moved to my knees as I took him inside, my wet mouth sucking him clean of our juices. My tongue dragged across his balls and along his rod, slowly licking it clean. When I was satisfied, I breathed upon him until he was reasonably dry. Then he walked out of the bedroom and back into the main room without another word. My head turned but before I could even get my bearings or begin to stand, I heard the main door close loudly. Jax always could get dressed in a hurry. I stood then gingerly, my ass on fire and followed his path. Sure enough, the room was empty except for the leftovers from supper and my clothes. I got dressed, not an easy thing due to my sore butt, and left a note upon the dirty dishes:

"Jax,

Your exits are always SOOOOO dramatic.

Kisses,

Mia"



General Hospital: Mia & Mac



My third day in PC dawned sunny and cold, again. My usual breakfast was on the table down in the diner before I could even wiggle my fingers at that nice looking man who ran the place, Mike Corbin. Rumors have it he is related to Sonny Corinthos but I am not one to listen to rumors. So I asked him.

"Yep, that's my son. I'm rather proud of him."

"Oh? Is he your only child?" I queried.

Mike smiled with those pretty blue eyes of his, "No, I have a daughter too, Courtney. She's married to Jasper Jacks."

I tried very hard not to spit out my coffee and I did succeed, turning one of my charming smiles on Mike, "How nice."

He went back to the kitchen and I nibbled on my toast while reading the headlines from the morning paper. Today I wanted to get familiar with the town. I figured a nice walking tour would be in order. After I finished my coffee, I grabbed my coat and purse and headed out.

My first stop was the infamous docks. I strolled down them slowly, enjoying the reflection of the sunlight off the water. It was fairly quiet and not a great many people around. I did spot an attractive redhead who kept muttering under her breath something about Luke. She looked a bit depressed and I was in no mood for cheering anyone up so I kept moving.

I wandered about for a bit until I hit what appeared to be the business district and fell upon the Port Charles Police Department headquarters. Well, owning a club is a risky business and it is always good to have the cops on your good side. I had heard the Police Commissioner was a charming fellow so I hiked inside and asked to speak with him.

He was cute in a rugged way and brooked no nonsense. He immediately asked what I needed and I told him I was interested in opening a business in town and would like to discuss with him the criminal elements I needed to be aware of. Well that tickled his fancy and he led me back to his office so we could have a comfortable chat.

I found out his name was Mac Scorpio and he was from Australia. Have to love a man with an accent! He had a gruff demeanor and I could tell he was very controlling but sometimes I do find that attractive in a man. I turned my own charm on and soon enough it was like we had known each other forever. 

I told him all about my plans for the club and he told me about the more undesirable elements within the city. I asked him if he would stop by my grand opening and he smiled at me like one would a child, "Now, Mia. How would that look, the police commissioner at a BDSM Club?"

"Well, Mac, I do believe it would look rather natural since everyone knows policemen like it rough," I purred nonchalantly.

He laughed, throwing his head back and causing his delightfully wavy hair to shimmer under the fluorescent lighting. "Alright, I'll think about it. But unless you have any other questions, I should get back to work."

I demurely lifted one finger from my right hand to my moist pink lips and paused. "I do have a favor to ask you. Can I see your handcuffs?"

Mac laughed again, a deep belly laugh, as he stood up off his very comfortable looking leather chair and walked around to the side of the desk where I was sitting. He took his cuffs out and I extended my arms, wrists up, while my upper teeth chewed nervously on my lower lip.

He clipped them on and the sound of metal on metal and the icy cold feel of them upon my wrists made me shiver uncontrollably. My thin silk blouse was pulled tightly across my chest and there was no mistaking how much I was aroused. I had a set of bullets of my own peeking out of my top. Mac grabbed the cuffs, now secured to my wrists, by the chain and yanked me to my feet. "You want it, don't you?" he asked rather observantly.

"Yes, please," I begged as he pushed me around, face down on his desk, my ass pointing to the ceiling. He pushed my skirt up and slid my thong panties to the side as he unzipped his pants and freed his pulsing throbbing shaft. The head was wide and thick and I could feel it pressing against my hot cunt so fast. Soon he was buried inside me, the whole length. Oh God, he was big and it felt like heaven! 

One of his hands pressed my back down to the desk as he pounded into me over and over. The other hand found my hair and the fingers tangled in it, pulling my head back and forcing me to turn it to look at him over my shoulder.

"You're a dirty little whore, aren't you, Mia? You want me to fuck you hard. You need it. Such a whore."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I groaned with pleasure as he continued to hump in and out of me faster and faster. His balls were slapping hard against the soft curves of my ass as he pressed me hard into the desk, grinding my nipples into the cold wood.

"Do you want to cum for me, whore? Do you, Mia? Do you want to show me what a greedy cock-loving slut you are?" he whispered gruffly in my ear.

"Yes, Mac, yes, please let me cum. Please let this whore cum for you," I was whimpering with need now, my juices flowing down the insides of my thighs as his huge cock was like a piston going in and out, in and out, filling me and taking me completely.

"Then cum, slut!" he ordered and I did, squirting down his cock and over his balls. With two more thrusts, he came too, filling me with his gooey sticky sperm. I shuddered and lay still upon the desk as he caught his breath. Then he slid out of me and, grabbing the hem of my skirt, wiped his cock off with it. He took a step back and slapped my ass hard. I giggled as he pulled me up, unlocking the cuffs and putting them back in his pocket.

"Now, get out. I'll be seeing you," he dismissed me as he zipped up his pants and walked out of the office. I smiled as his departing back and found a piece of paper and a pen. I jotted down this note and left it on his desk.

Mac,

I know I'll be seeing you. You have a masochistic streak.

Kisses, Mia



General Hospital: Mia & Nikolas



I had been in Port Charles for what seemed like forever. The work on my club was coming along but that horrid epidemic had slowed them down a bit. And now apparently a few of the people I had met had passed away from it. It was a not a good thing.

I tightened my fur around me and looked up the street. It was still early and I was unsure of what the day would bring. I was still living in the Metro Court as I had not been able to finalize any type of deal on more permanent living quarters. I did not see much of Jax these days. Apparently he was kept occupied by his newborn son, John.

It was cold and I needed warmth. I was headed to Kelly's for a cup of coffee when I bumped into a dark brooding man on the dock. This time, it was not Sonny Corinthos.

"Hello," I greeted him, trying to sound cheery. "You look a bit lost."

"It seems I always am," he grumpily responded, not even bothering to look at me.

"Well, perhaps I can help. Mia Thyme," I introduced myself, offering my hand.

"Nikolas Cassadine," he offered, barely shaking my hand before releasing it.

"Ah, if you are of The Cassadine's that in itself explains your dark mood."

"I am. Now go."

"How rude! I thought perhaps you might let me try to cheer you up." 

"I don't want to be cheered up, I enjoy brooding," he claimed. "So please leave me alone."

My instinct to save kicked into overdrive. "I cannot. I am sorry but I cannot leave someone so obviously in need alone."

"Then I will leave," he climbed into a boat tied at the dock.

"And I will come with you," I added as I jumped down beside him. Just then, the boat lurched to a start and I fell back against him.

"I don't recall inviting you," he grumbled.

"Tough," I responded and then we were quiet the rest of his way. Later I found out he took me to his home, some sprawling place called Windermere or something like that. It was dark and brooding, just like him.

He grudgingly offered me a drink and I took it. He took two or three it appeared as I sipped mine. We talked and soon he was not quite as dark but still needed major cheering up.

When he had finished a few and was more agreeable, I slid up against him. "I know what will cheer you up." Before he had a chance to say no, I had my hand inside his pants. When I got him free of the confining material, I found him swelling and hardening. He was into me. I liked that.

I moved my face down into his lap, wrapping my lips around his cock. He sighed softly with pleasure as I took him inside my mouth and worked him into my throat. It had been a while since I had had my mouth fucked. It was one of my favorite things. 

Grabbing his ass, I began to pull him against my mouth. His cock was long and thick and filled my mouth. My cheeks were bulging and my nostrils flaring as he began to thrust into my throat. Oh this felt good. Nothing felt quite like this. 

I began to move faster myself, enjoying the sweet face fuck I was getting. My fingers were pressing harder into his ass flesh as I kept pulling him against me. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside my mouth. I was hungry for this.

His hips began to rise off the sofa and push against my face. His fingers found my head and pulled me down against him. He began to groan and moan as his cock took a life of its own and began to thrust fast and feverishly again and again into my hot wet mouth. I arched my back and elongated my neck, offering him my throat to fuck as best as I could. He took it, pushing his length deep into it until I began to gag. He did not stop even then, thrusting in and out of my mouth with fury. He was fucking my mouth like an animal and I loved it. It felt so damn good.

He stopped talking and focused on fucking. His hips were pounding against my face now as he drove his cock in and out of my mouth. All I could do was moan in pleasure as his cock was so full and it tasted so good. I was in heaven. All I wanted now was to taste his cum. And so I slid off him to utter, "Oh please cum in my mouth."

He looked at me and smiled as he pushed his cock inside my mouth once more. "As you wish." And then, with a few more achingly deep thrusts, he did just that. His seed filled my mouth again and again and I swallowed every drop of it. It was sweet, like him. 

We lay there for the longest time until he finally fell asleep. I got up and gathered my belongings to go take the launch back into town. But first, I left him a note.

Nikolas,

I'm always available if you need someone to talk to...and my mouth is available for you as well.

Yours,

Mia



General Hospital: Mia & Patrick



"This town is such a bore," I yawned in the face of Kate Howard, also known as Connie Falconeri. My name is Mia Thyme. I own and operate a chain of BDSM clubs on the East Coast. Currently I have a profitable empire with my clubs in Llanview, Pine Valley and Port Charles. I hadn't been able to get much going in Port Charles though. The mob had the city pretty much overrun. I had just cinched a deal with the Corinthos Morgan organization when Corinthos took off and left Morgan, as in Jason Morgan, running the whole deal. Thus MY deal was off since Jason and I had a falling out. Don't ask!

Kate looked down her nose at me as her trusty blonde bob bobbed. "If you hate it so much, why don't you take my cousin Olivia with you and head back to Manhattan?" The thing I love about Kate is she is such a snob and she loves that she is one.

"Because," was my response which seemed a good enough answer to me. I had a lot of money tied up into this town and a lot of memories as well. Plus a few former lovers although one, John Durant, had died since I arrived in town. Not my fault, I didn't shoot him.

"Then stop your whining. I have the next issue of "Crimson" to put together. If you aren't going to be helpful then get the hell out of my office," Kate demanded. Sometimes she was such a bully.

"Your office is kind of small," I pointed out to her politely, completely ignoring her request that I leave. "And how come your assistants are never here? Isn't this the old offices of that perfume company Laura Spencer, Lucy Coe and Carly Corinthos-Jacks used to own? It was a while ago but I swear I still smell the perfume."

"No it is not," Kate responded angrily. "This is a new building. And my offices are in the Metro Court Hotel. That building is somewhere else." She shrugged in the direction of her panoramic windows.

"Okay fine, don't get your panties in a twist," I responded looking at her with something akin to disgust. "You need to lighten up. Let's go down to the bar and get tanked."

"Certainly not," she sniffed at me then pretended to work by paging through pages of photos of super skinny models wearing very odd looking clothing.

"Fine, I'll go alone," I told her, picking up my bag and heading to the elevator. As I reached the doors, they slid open to reveal a former lover of mine, Jasper Jacks. "Kate, your booty call is here!" I shouted back in the direction of her office.

"Thanks for the introduction," Jacks sniffed at me. He was getting as snooty as Kate. They did make a good couple of snoots.

"No problem," I winked at him as I hit the button inside the elevator for the floor on which the bar was located. When it got there, the doors slipped open as if by magic and I stepped out. My stiletto heels clicked decidedly as I crossed the floor and sauntered up to the bar. I tried not to wiggle my hips too boldly but it was a requirement of my profession. No, I'm not a hooker. I own a chain of clubs. I already told you that. The bartender appeared before me as if by magic, "Dirty martini". That's all that needed to be said.

As I waited for him to make haste with my drink, my green eyes swept the joint for someone fun. Not much in the way of patrons in the restaurant. And I was the only person sitting at the bar. It was a wonder the place stayed open. For a popular hotel in a major metropolitan area, you would think it would have a heavier flow of customers if only out of towners coming into Port Charles to get operated on by the famous and fabulous surgeons at General Hospital.

Then a body popped around the corner. It was a live body and apparently male, rather handsome with a smirk of mischief on his face. I had previously met quite a few male members of the Port Charles elite and then had lovely sexual encounters with them. I had thought I had managed to sink my claws into all of the best and brightest but somehow this fox had slipped from my grip.

He made his way to the bar and ordered something. I don't know what as I wasn't paying attention. No, my attention was taken as my eyes wandered up and down his long lanky frame and considered how nice he would look naked.

"I'm Mia Thyme," I introduced myself, my voice soft and trying to sound seductive. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting."

"Well no, not unless I saw you in the hospital. I rarely leave the building. My name is Patrick Drake. Dr. Patrick Drake. I'm a neurosurgeon among other things," He had his beer in hand now and was drinking from it like a camel whose humps had gone flat. 

"No, luckily I was blessed with good health," I knocked on the supposedly wood bar for good measure. No reason to curse myself after all. "Perhaps I could buy you a drink?" 

"No thanks, I got it," he responded, already pulling out his wallet to pay for his second beer. "I need a drink. Having a new baby at home is no picnic."

"Oh, you're married," I said crestfallen. What a waste. He was such a hot thing too.

"Not yet but I will be soon," He smiled at me, his eyes lighting up with pleasure at the thought. Damn, the good ones are always taken. I wanted to kick him then kick myself then kick him again because I could. Why get tied down when you could be out having fun? I will never understand the human race. 

"I'm sure you deserve a drink and some company. Would you like to grab a table?" I asked never one to back down from a challenge.

"Nah, I should probably get home. I left Robin, my soon to be wife, alone with Emma, our daughter. And Emma and Robin aren't getting along at the moment." He was pretty talkative for a man in a hurry.

"I'm certain you deserve a break too," I teased him, trying to tie him down. He was a looker and I wasn't letting him go without a fight. In the meantime, he downed his third beer like a man dying from thirst before wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.

"I really should be going. Don't worry, I'm not driving. I live right down the street," he explained.

"I'm not worried," no I wasn't worried. More like I was really horny and trying to get him drunk enough to forget the little lady at home and come up to my room here at the hotel with me for a little touchy feely doctor I feel sick when I do this exam in private.

"Well, I really have to go" and he really was going to go. Short of ripping open my blouse and exposing my luscious breasts to him I couldn't think of anyway to stop him. Damn, I had gotten soft while wiling away the hours in Port Charles. I needed to start carrying my crop with me everywhere I went to remind me of who I really was.

"Wait a minute," I asked him nicely as I pulled out one of my business cards and hastily scrawled a message on the back. I handed it to him and he stuck it in his wallet without even reading it before beating a hasty retreat for the door.

Patrick,

If you get tired of the ball and chain, call me.

Mia



General's Bitch



There was a huge war going on between two most powerful kingdoms of the medieval period. The Champan and the Sanato Kingdom had been eyeing each other for more than centuries and finally the two super powers clashed on the borders of Champan. Finally after waiting for few centuries, the Sanato declared war against her main rival, tripling whom, would result in total power dominance over the entire region extending from present Russia, crossing over China and India and on the west, extending up to the Atlantic Ocean, that is, everything except the present American region. That area was still not discovered back then. On the first day, the Sanato attacked the border guards by surprise and took over the region with ease, but by now, the news was spread over the entire region, so proceeding further would be a real challenge for the army. 

The General of the Army was surprisingly a girl and under her influence lots of women also joined the army, working hand with hand to fight off the enemy. Morrigan was the name of the General, who was her late twenties, 29 years old, standing at 6'2" tall, of robust health. She was muscular but her muscles didn't make her natural curves dead. She was a brunette and without any doubts one of the sexiest women from the entire kingdom. Lots of guys tried to tie knots with her under holy matrimony or any other relation but she gently brushed all of them aside, because she was a lesbian. And another reason for her slowly becoming a lesbian was, guys from that time were dominant by nature and expected girls to crawl under their order. But she was a dominatrix herself, so she preferred to see young cuties doing everything they can to please her, how these kitties drool over her ass, begging for the permission to kiss it.

Morrigan was resting her tired body on the bed she made herself on the wet ground by packing hay together. Her people set a camp around her tent, so that she can rest by herself at a distance from the main army, since she preferred lonely atmosphere rather than hearing a bunch of people chatting among themselves. Just when she was able to close her eyes finally, she heard someone trying to sneak inside her tent. Her hands slipped at her side and pulled the knife out of the sheath almost from reflex and waited for the intruder to come inside. She finally saw someone of girly shape pulled the tent entrance curtain aside and entered the tent with slow steps. The moment Morrigan saw the person she was assured that the person was not at all someone skilled so, she was a little relieved and in one jump, she placed herself next to the intruder and placed the shiny edge of the knife against its throat, locking the hands by her strong grip, "Who the fuck are you, not some kid I hope!"

"Do... don't kill me please. I didn't mean to frighten or attack you, my lady, I promise." Someone with girly voice spoke out, stammering through each word. Morrigan pulled the curtain on the entrance of her tent aside and as the moonlight directly fell inside the other person's body, Morrigan saw a girl, barely crossing her 18th, standing under her grip, shaking with fear. Morrigan, smiled to see no signs of weapon on her hand or any sheaths hanging from her waist. She patted her tits, ass and also her crotch and then started to pat everywhere, searching for something meant to be hidden, after seeing no sign of anything suspicious, she threw the girl towards the rough ground beside her bed and slowly walked up to her own bed, sitting on it, with a frown above her long dark eyes. Morrigan yanked the poor girl's head backward, grabbing her hair tightly.

"Obviously not someone trying to kill me, and also not someone trained enough to be an army girl. Tell me who are you, or otherwise I will end up cutting this beautiful long neck of yours from the rest of your body." Morrigan ran her hands along her long neck, as she started to push the girl for her personal information. Morrigan was curious about the tiny girl sitting in front of her still shaking. She was okay for a girl but tiny in comparison to Morrigan herself, standing at only 5'7". Her tits were thrusting outward, pressing hard against the small light leather armor, she wore. The black hair covered most of her face, when she looked downward, searching for an appropriate answer, while staring at Morrigan from time to time, looking through her shiny pear like black eyes. Morrigan pushed her for information again, "Tell me, who you are cutie. I don't have all night looking at you trembling like a piece of paper inside a hurricane."

Seeing no other way to escape, she started to tell, probing Morrigan about herself, planning on being honest all the way. "Miss Morrigan, I don't know how to say this, but well you see I fell in love with you. Your legends spread all over our country sometimes even more than the legends of the Royalties. And you seemed so strong and yet tender, brave and someone who fights for her country and people whom she loved. So, when I heard you are setting off to fight the Champan army I wanted to help you with your conquest. I know, I don't have any skill in fighting or something related to war, but somehow I wanted to come with you, to know where you, to be at your side. To be able to well, worship you, Miss. I wanted to do all those things, so I managed myself a job as a cook at one of your ships that dropped us along the shore."

Thanks to the darkness that now prevailed inside the tent, since the curtain was preventing the moonlight to flood the inside of her camp with her shiny silvery light, which made it impossible for the tiny girl who was now blushing from blurting out all of her feelings for the strong lady sitting in front of her, to see Morrigan was trying her best not to burst out with laughter, hearing the childish emotional fantasy of the young girl. She placed her left palm on one of her tits and squeezed it firmly, while stroking her long black hairs and asked her again, "How old are you cutie and how did you manage to get these armors? I believe cooks aren't allowed to wear armors. And well you chose the lightest armor possible, I can feel your soft tit on the other side of the armor, and you thought you can skip inside the army and fight beside me, wearing one of these? " 

The girl moaned softly and looked away from Morrigan, focusing her eyes on the shining moon on the other side of the tent, peeking inside, from time to time, as the curtain was strolling from one side to another, under the light breeze trying to cool the warm temperature of the atmosphere. "I am 18, miss, just few months earlier. And I am sorry, because I stole it from the ship repository, when there was no one around during the fight, my lady." She was unsure, whether Morrigan was listening to her or not, as she was fondling her tits, squeezing it with more strength than before aimlessly, as if her actual mind was somewhere else, so to gain her attention, she added, "Well, as I said Miss, I don't know anything about war; I just wanted to be with you, when you are fighting, to look at your eyes and well, maybe something more miss and you can call me Leliana."

Morrigan hummed at her, "Leliana, you know that stealing is bad don't you? And well, you stole something from king's armory which made you a traitor to the flag, don't you realize this, you little asshole? You let your childish fantasy to take over your reasons and you did such a horrible crime." Morrigan smiled to herself, when she heard the girl swallowing hard with fear trying to wet her dry throats. Morrigan had more influence over the country than the King himself, she was an outstanding warrior and general and also she made reforms to many laws herself which was later on announced during the court by King himself. "Well, but I can excuse your offense for this time, since I think you haven't thought through it. Strip out of this armor and kneel in front of my bed, Leliana. You fantasize over me as your cruel and caring mistress, right? Then starting from this point, I want you to obey my orders."

"Okay miss, Morrigan" She mumbled before walking at a side, turning her back to the general she would be 'working' under. Apparently, the order wasn't so erotic, but Leliana didn't miss the catch, that Morrigan wanted to see her naked. Well, Leliana didn't have a body to disappoint others, she let the chest armor fall on the ground, letting her black hair curl up, hanging in locks all over her back, her tits pointing outwards, and then she let the light leather skirt, meant as an armor fall on the ground after her check armor, revealing the thin cloth covered round and fleshy butt of hers. 

She walked towards the entrance and pulled the curtain aside, letting the gray moonlight wash her body, illuminating it perfectly for her mistress to adore and admire. If Morrigan was the sexiest girl of Sanato kingdom then Leliana would be the next one. She turned facing Morrigan and allowed the cool breeze to play with her hair, strolling them all over her face, she enjoyed the cool breeze of the night for a while before pulling the thin cloth covering her privates and she turned inside, kneeling obediently in front of Morrigan.

Morrigan smirked inside her mind, "Good, this girl isn't some teen innocent girl; she sure knows how to tease someone. I thought this war to be rather boring and nonsense, soldiers would die trying to overpower the other on the order of some power hungry fool controlling the country. But now, I think, this battle maybe good in some sense, at least for me." Though Morrigan was the virtual ruler of the Sanato, still there were some rules that officially she must abide by. She started to rub her finger tips on her crotch slowly ascending its way up to her tits. Morrigan was so horny inside, to touch Leliana's round fleshy tits and then two long nipples pointing outward from the body of sexually excited Leliana. Morrigan started to roll her nipples in between her fingers both at the same time, before she started to pull them gently. She played with her nipples for sufficiently long time, long enough to make her nipples sore, as Leliana was panting from the continuous moaning, she was all sweaty and her sweat made the aroma of her body more erotic. 

Morrigan was all sweaty too, but she chose to keep her clothes on for a little longer, to establish her supremacy over her. She started to slide one of her hand down along Leliana's body, till it reached her clean shaved cunt, while with the other hand she kept on squeezing her tits gently. Morrigan rubbed Leliana's tummy for a while, letting the young girl moan and moan like a bitch in heat, before she slipped two of her finger at the same time inside her juicy drooling pussy. Leliana groaned from pleasure, when Morrigan started to rub the free fingers of her hand over her clitoris. Their game didn't last long, before Leliana cummed all over Morrigan's finger; she let her head lean backwards as she was panting for breath. The orgasm was very much intense as Morrigan allowed Leliana to be excited for a long period of time, from the moment she ordered her to strip. Leliana leaned and placed her mouth gently over Morrigan's tits. Morrigan took her fingers out of Leliana's dripping cunt and started to suck them off gently, "Hmnn, just as I expected, my innocent army bitch is sweet in between her legs."

"Don't expect me to be this kind to you from tomorrow and onwards, honey, this is just an initiation. I know, girls like you love or more specifically crave for humiliation and other kinky abuses, you will be getting lots of that tomorrow night. But however, you will not be without any abuse, today as well." Morrigan sat on her bad, and with a firm grip she pulled Leliana by her hair and placed her across her lap, her butt pointing towards the ceiling of the tent. "For stealing and trespassing inside my tent at night, I will deliver few smacks on your ass honey, stay still and try not to howl like a fox." She added meekly under her breath, "Oh, how much will I enjoy spanking this cute bubble butt till it changes its shade to pink." She laughed lightly looking at Leliana's trembling eyes; her entire body was shaking with anticipation, waiting to get spanked by the girl whom she loved the most, "Ready, my cute girl?"

With the slight nod of affirmation, Morrigan broke the silence of the night by smacking her palm against, Leliana's left butt cheek followed by a yelp from Leliana. Morrigan loved the way, little waves spread out from Leliana's butt right after she smacked her. Morrigan giggled and repeated the process on her right butt cheek. Morrigan was grinning from ear to ear as she leaned and started to whisper, "You are so soft honey. I bet this is your first spanking, enjoy the process, it may hurt a little, but soon you will be able to get a grasp of it, and soon after that, you will have a sexual lust for getting your ass spanked. So tell me, my little doll slut, do you want to take your full punishment, or do you want me to stop, it's your choice this time." Morrigan ran her fingers up and down Leliana's sweaty ass crack while occasionally rubbing her butt cheeks to ease the pain. "I am waiting for an answer Leliana."

"Yes, Miss Morrigan, I will take my full punishment. I was a naughty bad girl back then and I want to repent over my misdeeds, so, yes, this is my decision."

"Ok, Leliana, don't complain if it hurts from now on, after all it was your choice." Morrigan continued to spank both of her butt cheeks in alternating manner, one after another. She spanked the butt in front of her, until it turned into pinkish shade. Leliana was fighting under Morrigan's strong arm that was holding her in correct position. But, Morrigan was an experience spanker, she knew pretty well, how to keep her steady and still in the position. She started to speak to, Leliana who was whimpering from the pain in her ass, something she never felt before, slowly but with certain strength behind her words, "Well, really? You wanted to repent over your misdeeds or did you beg for punishment, because you liked the idea of getting punished and used or humiliated by woman older than you, or rather just ME? Tell me, you don't need to hide anything from me you silly little pink butt." Morrigan figured the spanking she delivered is enough for Leliana right now, so she started to massage her butt, while waiting for an answer.

"Partly from both Miss, I was so ashamed when you told me, that what I did was wrong, so I wanted to take the punishment, but on the other hand, when you smacked me for the first time, I was afraid, but after that I wanted YOU to spank me again and again, I was gagging to get your firm hand land on the soft cheek of my butt." Leliana confessed to her mistress, Morrigan. Leliana buckled her hips upward when she felt Morrigan slipped her hands under her ass and was now playing with her cunt again. Leliana felt like a little bitch and was also too horny to ignore the urge to hump her hands, so she started to press her crotch against Morrigan's hand gently at first, but soon she started to rub her pussy up and down vigorously along her mistress's strong but soft hand until she got smacked hard on the butt again, making her sulk a little.

"Not so fast, my baby. Don't you think you owe me something? Hmnn?" Morrigan finally let go off her armor type leather skirt and presented her naked cunt in front of the spanked sobbing girl. Her cunt was clean just like Leliana's; she leaned back, letting her body rest on the bed, as if she was sleeping. Suddenly she sprang both of her legs around Leliana's neck and pulled her head into her cunt, dying from the urge to get touched by something. Morrigan smirked when she made Leliana bend her upper part of the body, while kneeling in front of her. She clamped her head totally in between her legs, her cunt and Leliana's face was so close, she was feeling her breath on her pussy lips, "Go on, kiss me, lick me, make me cum, honey and I shall allow to you relieve your sexual urge, for the second time, tonight."

Leliana continued to breathe heavily over her mistress's pussy making her moan deeply with each breath. She finally decided to place a kiss on her cunt, she wrapped her lips around Morrigan's pussy and kissed it gently, to Leliana, she felt she haven't tasted anything like Morrigan's cunt before. She felt to crawl inside her mind, and started to shower Morrigan's lucky pussy with kisses. Morrigan also clenched her legs tightly against Leliana's head while she started to hump her cute face. One of her hand unconsciously slipped inside her chest armor and started to squeeze her round tits, making herself moan with every squeeze, sometimes also enjoying the firm pinch she was delivering to herself on her long erect nipples. While Morrigan placed her other hand on Leliana's head and started to push her head firmer against her crotch, she felt her orgasm building up inside her body, waiting to bathe her with waters of pleasure. 

Morrigan howled softly, before squirting out her girly juices. She held Leliana's head tightly against her crotch, forcing Leliana to parry her lips and she was filling up her mouth with her cum. After her orgasm dwindled, Morrigan let go off Leliana's head, as she spread open her legs, allowing Leliana to pull back from her cunt. Morrigan was surprised to feel Leliana placing another kiss on her dripping cunt, before pulling her head back. Leliana was panting from the sexual experience both of them shared within this small time period. Morrigan stood up and patted her on the head, "Go ahead, and rub yourself to another orgasm. But you must do it squatting down with your legs spread and facing the outside world. I will be back shortly." Morrigan wrapped the skirt around her waist once again and stepped outside of her tent; she wanted to enjoy the moonlight a little bit all by her. 

Walking a little bit, Morrigan turned around to see through the entrance of her tent, Leliana was obeying her orders perfectly. She closed her eyes and let the cool breeze hit all over her body, while she was playing with herself like the naughty little girl, her mistress wanted her to be. The moon light was directly incident over her body, illuminating her every movement and expression, while she rubbed herself to another orgasm. Morrigan chuckled to herself and continued to stroll forward aimlessly under the silvery moon, "My baby doll, will make me enjoy this time with her. But she must prepare for some hard time, which will be faced by her pretty soon." She looked at the moon and sighed, "If only I were a wolf, I could have wandered through the uncharted forests of the world." She continued her evening walk, planning her battle the next day, coming up with a strategic idea to defeat the Champan's soldier the next day.

She didn't record for how much time did she stroll outside, looking at her army soldiers from a distance, seeing them sharing their life stories with each other, she smiled to see everyone more or less happy. She didn't know how many of them will die on the next day, or how many of them will be injured, but she knew that for the time being they were happy with what situation they were in. When she returned to her tent she saw, Leliana made herself a bed right next to Morrigan's using the spare quilt from the corner of the tent and was sleeping with her thumb inside her mouth, suckling it, as if it was her mother's nipple. She giggled softly seeing Leliana doing something so childish, but she brushed Leliana's black long hair and relaxed her body on her own bed, before closing her eyes, letting her mind slip into the dreamland.



Generating Emergency Power



It has been months since my first ride along and after many more I find that I can't even pass a police car without smiling. Of course there are many that know me well enough to smile back!

In my hometown there is a special group of men and women that I heard about and wanted to know more. Our Airport Police Department is not only that – they also serve as Firefighters – Aircraft Rescue Fire Fighters. I had to see what it took to be willing to not only face the dangers of fires but also the challenges of being a Law Enforcement Officer as well. I called my trusty friend at the PD and he helped me set up a ride-along.

As I was told more about them I realized how hard this had to be. These men and women learn not only to be a Firefighter – both the ‘regular' fires and aircraft fires and rescue. But then they go to the Police Academy and are expected to know and understand all the statutes and laws. It would be nice if stopped there but it doesn't; there are also FAA regulations and a huge amount of knowledge about aircraft, hazardous materials, water rescue (we have sea-planes that fly in and out of our airport) and emergency medical training. I decided that these were some truly special people. I see why they can get a little angry when the public refers to them as Airport "Security" and unknowingly places them in the same league as fat rent-a-cops. But the majority of the public will never know how much is expected of these dedicated Officers and how much they give for their community. 

Before my ride-along began I had been impressed but by the time it was over I was truly amazed. But then perhaps the officer I was assigned had something to do with that. 

I went prepared. I chose a short skirt and left my panties at home of course. After all hadn't that dispatcher and I decided that they were pretty over-rated?

The officer I was given was assigned to the "patrol" function that night which meant that he had to do checks of the perimeter fence and the secured areas of the airport. He was an outgoing and friendly guy that I liked immediately. He gave me a tour of the field, explained about driving on "controlled surfaces" and gave a fairly continuous dialog about Tapleys; NOTAMs and other things that I never had a clue existed. Then he explained about the importance of the secure areas and exactly how September 11th had changed their job forever. Not just with the new security measures but also with the addition of TSA – the Transportation Security Administration that I had found a pain the last time I had traveled – I told him so.

He laughed. "Yes, I think they are a pain in the ass and it is really too bad they are necessary. But I don't ever want to lose 415 of my brothers and sisters in one day again." 

I agreed. I had fallen in love with all the men and women that I had dealt with since I started this inquiry into the Emergency Services fields. I wouldn't want to see them hurt in anyway and could see myself wanting to defend them. 

After talking to him about the subject I was beginning to feel like I might not get to have as much of an exploration as I had hoped for that night. I had been shamelessly trying to get his attention by crossing and uncrossing my legs. I knew that tops of my nylons were showing and after all the squirming I had been doing my skirt was so high that I was pretty sure that you could almost get a peek at my pussy. I thought I had caught him looking a time or two but wasn't really sure. I had pretty much decided to write him off when he surprised me with a question.

"So my buddy over at City PD says you are pretty wild. Is that true?"

Now could I possibly lie to a cop? Nah – "Well, I have been told that…" I responded.

"Really?" he asked drawing out the word.

I smiled. 

"You know he also told me that you were pretty forward…"

"Well I do want to suck your cock."

"Well, that would definitely qualify as ‘forward' in my book." He laughed. "But it would be my guess that you have already done that in a patrol vehicle haven't you?"

"I have actually gotten quite good at it."

"Well, that is certainly something to be proud of."

"There are only two things I have trouble with – the console," I pointed to the switches and knobs for the siren and lights, "and the gear," I said and indicated his Kevlar vest and utility belt.

He looked a little puzzled, "I understand the console and the gear is restrictive but…"

"Well, actually," I laughed. "It wasn't a restriction. – I got a bruise on my face from the magazines." I said as I pointed to the spare magazines for his handgun.

"Ah, I wouldn't have thought of that…"

"The shotgun rack caused a bruise or two from one vehicle." I continued. "I have learned about a lot of other obstacles. I'll be happy to enumerate if you like."

He smiled. "Sure, fill me in while I take you some place where you won't have to worry about such things." 

"And then you can ‘fill' me in?" I couldn't resist.

"Yeah, then I will definitely ‘fill' you in." He smiled.

I told him about the hazards I had encountered in the many places in the Fire Station; from the dirt on the top of the trucks to the bumps and bruises from the other places that were obviously not made to accommodate that particular exercise. I enjoyed watching his face as I told him about my trip to dispatch, explained the obvious lack of privacy and then explained that it had made it all the more exciting. The thought of getting caught had crossed my mind throughout each encounter but I felt like it added to the thrill. The biggest frustration I explained was getting interrupted.

"Getting interrupted?" He asked.

"Yes, by the phone, the radio and even a tone-out at the fire station."

"Oh," He said. "But my guess is that you worked around all that?"

"Oh, I'm good at working around a lot of things." I smiled at him. "Anything to get the job done right."

"Well, you certainly seem determined to satisfy."

"Yes, definitely. But I certainly don't argue when someone wants to reciprocate."

As we had been talking he had driven through several electronic gates and had crossed what I was pretty sure was a runway since I heard him talk to "ground" – which I assumed meant ground control. Then he looked over at me as we stopped at a small building that was painted with large orange and white stripes. 

"Nice color scheme." I said.

"It makes it more noticeable for the aircraft and the tower." He said. "This is the emergency generator for the field lights. Would you like to take a look inside?"

"I'm up for pretty much anything."

He smiled and we got out of the vehicle.

He unlocked the door to the building and we stepped inside a small room dominated by two large generators. Or at least that's what I assumed they were. I looked around and wondered about his promise of fewer things to worry about bumps and bruises from.


He pulled me over to one of the generators and lifted me onto the flat section that covered the front of the generator itself. It put my pussy level with his face. I smiled. Well, that made things very easy. I scooted forward so that my butt was right on the edge of the flat metal, then scooted my skirt up so that my clean-shaven pussy was easily accessible. 

As I leaned back onto my elbows he pushed my knees apart and used his forearms and elbows to hold them there. Then using his fingers he began to explore my pussy. I could already feel the juice running out of it, onto my ass and down the side of the generator to the floor below. He teased me by exposing my clit and flicking it gently with his fingertip. I watched fascinated as he slowly stroked my clit and pussy with his rough finger. He rimmed my hole and gathered the juice on it then moved his finger down to rim my ass. It was driving me crazy and I told him so.

He looked up at me. "What do you want?" He asked.

I was confused – wasn't it obvious? "I want you to eat my pussy." There, I can't get much more straightforward than that.

He ran his finger back to my clit and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. I sucked in a breath. 

"Where are your manners?" He asked.

"Please?" I asked. My mom had always said that you usually get what you want if you ask for it right. "Pretty please?"

He used his fingers to expose the most sensitive part of my clit and touched it with his tongue. 

"Oh, God!" I moaned and leaned back so that I was lying over the top of the generator with my hair hanging over the other side.

It seemed that was all the encouragement that he needed. He used the tip of his tongue and teased my clit then slid his rough tongue down and drove it into my hole – burying his whole face in my pussy. He slid his tongue up to my clit again and began to suck on it. As he applied suction he pulled my clit then released the suction and pushed his face against me again and then he repeated the motion. I could feel the new growth of whiskers on his face rubbing against the sensitive areas of my pussy. Then he pulled his face away and used his fingers to rim my hole. He thrust two of his fingers in to the hilt, which almost made me come. 

I was panting and begging but he slowed his assault. 

He slipped one finger in my ass and then put his thumb inside my pussy. With the other hand he exposed my clit and ran his tongue over it a few times which made me squirm again. I lifted my head up and looked down at him. 

"You have an extremely tasty pussy. Did you know that?"

"I like it." I smiled.

With that he smiled and dove back in. He sucked my clit and nipped it with his teeth. His tongue fluttered over my clit and I twitched reflexively with each stroke. Much to my disappointment he removed his finger and thumb. 

"Oh, no…" I moaned. "Oh, God please." I have mentioned that I get a little religious during sex haven't I?

But his next onslaught left no room for those kinds of random thoughts. His hot mouth seemed to be everywhere at once and the combination of the cool metal, the new position and his flawless execution sent me higher until I knew I was about to come.

"Oh, God, I'm coming." I moaned and went over the edge. With impeccable timing he thrust two of his fingers into my pussy just as I came and I thrashed around a bit trying to get away from his mouth as it continued to torture me. It was amazing. Perhaps even one of the best orgasms I had ever had. (I told you I liked this guy immediately.)

I levered myself up on my elbows and looked down at him. He looked up at me and kept his mouth over my clit, sucking gently and then removed his fingers. I expected him to stop but he continued teasing me. He kept my legs spread apart when I started to bring them together.

Now, I have to admit that I am usually a ‘one orgasm' kind of girl – after all most guys only have the attention span for two – theirs and mine and sometimes not even mine. So I wasn't expecting him to continue. But he did.

He started the process again. Sucking and using a rhythmic motion that reminded me slightly of me sucking cock. Only the target was much smaller. He repeated what he seemed to have decided were the most preferred of his earlier moves and I started to feel a second orgasm coming and told him so. It was then that he pulled me forward and helped me down. I was puzzled but went with him. He backed me farther into the room.

"So you like how you taste?"

Instead of answering I showed him by kissing him deeply then running my tongue around the outside of his mouth. 

He smiled. "It tastes good, doesn't it?"

I smiled back and licked my lips.

We had reached a spot on the generator that was low – about my waist level and I realized what his plan was. But I couldn't stand it. I had seen the evidence of a large cock in those pants and I wanted it in my mouth. So I reached for his zipper and started to expose it.

"I really want to suck your cock." I said as I freed it from his pants. "Are you going to let me?"

"What guy could refuse when you put it that way?"

I smiled. "Not too many that I know of."

As I knelt down he reached back and produced a small blanket and presented it to me. It was one of the ridiculously small ones that the airlines hand out. I put it under my knees with a smile. It was more than enough padding – or at least more than I am used to. What a considerate guy.

On my knees I licked the head of his cock and tasted the salty pre-come. As I swallowed him I felt him brace himself against the generator. I slid his impressive cock in and out of my mouth driving it deeper with each thrust until I could feel it touching the back of my throat with each penetration. 

Sucking cock always gets me hot and having been worked up already I could feel the wetness as it ran down the inside of my thighs. 

He gathered my hair into one hand and used it to help set the tempo. I held the base of his cock in one hand and used the other to draw his balls into my mouth. I sucked on them, then returned my attention to his cock. As I worked it in I teased it with my tongue and as I pulled it out I dragged my teeth gently across the sensitive skin. With each thrust I could feel his legs trembling and I knew I was bringing him closer. I smiled to myself because I was looking forward to swallowing his load. 

Using my hair and shoulders he pulled me to my feet. I looked at him with disappointment and confusion. Had I not been doing a good enough job?

"Trust me." He said as he turned me and bent me over the generator. 

Before I had a chance to figure out his plan he thrust his cock into my incredibly wet pussy. He grabbed my hips and drove his cock in farther with each thrust. I came just as he thrust it into me and ground his hips into my ass for the last time. 

It took me a while to recover. 

"Oh my God," I said drawing out the words. "That was amazing."

"Thank you," he said as he rubbed his hands across my ass.

"I think I understand now how the airport ‘generates' emergency power." I smiled. "I love knowing the little inside secrets."

He slid his thumb down between my cheeks to my asshole. He pressed against it and I felt my pussy respond.

"Wait till you see how we use the piercing nozzle to hit the hot spots."

I couldn't wait.



Generation Gap



William Corry's wife gave birth almost exactly nine months after they were married. It was never clear to either of them whether the conception took place before or after the ceremony, from a contraceptive failure or the forgetfulness of being tired and happy. But they were very content with the result, though they had intended to wait a while.

They did wait almost five years before trying for a sister for Robert, but Esther Corry died in an auto accident when she was five months pregnant. William did not think that he could care for a child by himself, but he did.

While he never remarried, he did come close a couple of times. And, in honesty, he slept with more women than that in the next dozen or so years. Maybe paradoxically, he was concerned about setting a good -- or discreet -- example for his boy, so all the bedroom activity was at her place or in motel rooms. Though by the time Robert was out of high school, he probably knew what was going on.

When the parents of his boy's girlfriend Holly called William that summer to talk about the plan to have her go off on vacation for two weeks in the woods with his son and him, he figured that Holly and Robert had been happily screwing for a while whenever they got a chance. And while he assured her parents that the two of them would be put in separate bedrooms at the cabin and that Holly's room had a door that could be locked from the inside, he did not mention that the rooms were adjacent. Or that he wasn't planning to watch for wandering in the night.

On the trip out into the country, Holly rode on the seat beside him, helping to navigate. You might think that she would want to be in the back with Robert, but after all they were going to have two weeks together. He saw that they had already gotten in a little fooling around in quick moments while they were loading up. And it did make it easier for him not to have to fiddle with the maps while he was driving.

After they got there and after they ate dinner, the three of them sat around talking about a lot of things. Holly said that the long trip, or that and a grease-fire they had passed, had given her a headache. And later he could make out from a half-glimpsed half-heard conversation she had with his son that she wanted him to postpone his advances for a while. 

Robert took it philosophically, it seemed (they had two weeks together, as we've said) and he went to bed early. Holly stayed and talked with him for a while. Only a few minutes after Rob's door closed that night, however, she moved up to him on the couch and reached out her arms.

"I want you very much," she said to him.

He pulled away and said:

"Holly, I am much too old for you, as you have to know. This sort of thing would never work. You are much better off with someone your own age."

"I don't want someone my own age, I want a man! And I don't care if it won't really work, since I don't want to marry you, I just want to fuck you!"

He began to wonder if there was such a thing as committing adultery on your son.

He tried to stop her by being practical, which was a mistake. "I don't think we can. I didn't bring any contraceptives. I had no reason to think I would use them." There were a couple in his suitcase, actually. There always were.

"Oh, that's all right. My mother put me on the pill when I turned fifteen." Holly said.

It says something about her parents that they would speak to William about protecting their daughter's virtue, yet encourage her in this way to give it up. Although he remembered now that it was Mr. Gosse who had spoken to him. Her mother plainly had a different attitude.

William tried to say no, but between his own horniness not being relieved lately and the temptation provided by a willing and aggressive teenage girl, he didn't hold out long. Soon they were in Holly's bedroom and she had locked the door behind her.

She unbuttoned his shirt and nuzzled his chest hair, telling him how erotic it felt and how it made her hot. He held Holly and he put his hands up her back under the checkered shirt she wore. Her tongue shot into his mouth, and he moved his hands around to cup her breasts. His thumbs slid over her nipples, which were pressed solidly against him. Her tongue quickly withdrew when she gasped, then just as quickly returned.

He held Holly's body a little away from him and opened the front of her shirt. He spread it wide and took it over her shoulders, then dropped it to the floor. His hands returned to her breasts, then he bent to pull one nipple with his lips. He turned to the other one and she held his head there.

Holly's hands opened the belt on his pants and lowered them. Her right hand grazed the bulge in his shorts and she sighed as she did. He stepped from the pants and set her on the bed. He cast aside his shorts and he opened her jeans to tug them off.

He lay beside Holly and her fingers grasped his erection. Her hand looked so tiny that it hardly seemed to go around. She raised her hips when he touched the waistband of her panties and he slid them off easily.

He put his hand between her legs and he found that Holly was wet and ready for him. But her reaction to his touch made him want to touch her more, so he did.

She spread her legs wide and whispered: "I want you!"

He moved over Holly and touched his erection to the moist opening.

He realized then that he had guessed wrong about the relationship between Holly and his son, that Holly's mother had guessed wrong about her, and that he was very wrong in his assumptions about Holly.

Holly was a virgin.

Was is the word, because he discovered that she was in the process of making her no longer so. The membrane ruptured easily and he sank into her deep and fast. Right after the shock of first penetration, Holly gave a long moan of pleasure and she contracted her internal muscles. Then he slowed his pace, putting a hand down to touch her clitoris with each stroke out and to pull his shaft against the roof of her vagina each time he went in. He tried to make the experience as intense and as long-lasting for her as he could.

Holly was tight enough that he thought he would have trouble delaying his orgasm by very much, but he managed to do it. He rolled onto his back and took her with him, still buried deep within her and drilling. He could keep going in that position forever; in fact he always got tired of it and switched before he reach a climax, so he didn't know if he could come that way. Her legs could not wrap around him as they had at first, and he had liked having her do that. But it was easier now to stimulate Holly by playing with her nipples.

After he was back on top, twenty minutes later, they reached a peak together and he sprayed deep into her newly-opened tunnel. They lay together for a while. Holly told him that she had used her hand and sometimes her mouth on Robert before this, but she had promised to go all the way with him while they were up here. But she was a bit frightened of full intercourse, and decided she wanted to have her first man be someone with more experience with women. Moreover, she found chest hair (Robert had none as yet) to be a great turn-on. And having a man old enough to be her father was another one, somehow. He never asked, but Holly may have been fantasizing about sex with her father.

When he rose to gather his clothes and go to his own bedroom, Holly also got up to set her clothes aside and unlock the door for him. She put on a filmy blue nightgown and matching panties then. 

This is how she was dressed when his son walked into her room at dawn. She woke at his kiss to see him shrug off his bathrobe and stand naked before her. Holly threw off the covers to welcome him into her bed. Robert took down the panties and he was soon pounding into her, as his father had done a few hours before. William was at least right in thinking that Holly would leave the door unlocked for the teenager. She told William about it in great detail later.

For the next two weeks, they spent the days in fishing or hiking. A little while after the lights were out, Robert each night went from his room to Holly's. A half-hour after he had returned, Holly came to wake William. His forty-year-old body made slow love to hers, using practiced technique to replace his son's 18-year-old energy. Frankly, that this was her second time for the night probably made it easier to keep up with her also. Each night Holly returned to her room afterward, to greet his son again with the first light and to have her passion satisfied for the third time.

Holly agreed that it would be best to have nothing to do with William after they got back to the city. She is still seeing his son, though William wonders how he is doing with such a strange girl. Robert still knows nothing of the true situation in the cabin, especially on that first night.



Generation Gap



Who would have thought our friendship would ever become more than just that. After all, I was 35 and you were only 18 when we met. The age difference didn't bother me because I was in what I thought at the time was a good relationship, and not looking for anything else. I think what got our friendship started was the discovery that we actually had a lot in common despite our generation gap. 

I liked how every time we discovered another, you would point it out. It almost became a game with us. The obvious was our shared love for music. I mean, how many people can say they found love at a concert watching a band called Disturbed? Most of my friends listened to the easy listening stations on the radio, but not me. I listened to the same music as my teenage son. I was the mom that all of kids wanted as their own mother. 

When my good relationship broke apart, you were there for me every step of the way. I will never understand how you put up with me during that time of my life, but I'm glad you did. I looked forward to our almost daily talks, and I liked how our friendship grew stronger. It wasn't long after my break up that you started coming over more and more. Soon you became one of my best friends, and I really missed you when it was time for you to head back to College. 

We both celebrated birthdays while you were gone, and I would have mailed you a birthday card had I known your address. I still have the card you sent to me, and still look at it when I start to miss you. When you told me that you loved me for the first time I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't looking to fall in love with anyone because I was trying to protect myself from getting hurt again. I did care for you, but love just wasn't in the picture for me yet. I would respond with a simple, you too. That was my way of telling you I really cared for you, and one day, when I was ready, I too would love you.

I soon realized that you were not giving up on me, and every time I turned around, you were saying kind and loving words to me. Always showing me just how much I meant to you by keeping in touch with me through e-mails and letters. I was glad when you came home for the summer. It was like old times again. You were coming over daily, and spending the entire day with me. It was great. Except for staying all night, you practically lived here with me. Then came the day that forever turned things around for us. 

We had just finished a walk along the river, and was sitting on a park bench talking, when you suddenly you leaned in and started kissing me. I was taken by surprise, but gladly returned your now passionate kiss. You look at me and ask if I am ready to go back to my place. Of course, I say yes. We walk back to the car holding hands, ignoring the older couple that is now staring at us. We joke about how they must have thought you were my son, and as we pass them you loudly call me mom, and announce what a great kisser I am. I could have died from embarrassment. I grab your hand tighter and rush us off to the car. On the way back home, we laugh about what you have just done. 

After pulling into the driveway, and turning off the car, you jump out and come over to my door and open it. I just look at you funny as I get out. As I get out of the car, you take my hand and kiss it. We walk up the stairs and into the house. Still holding my hand you guide me over to the sofa and pull me down onto your lap. I ask you what is on your mind, and with anticipation, I wait for your reply. All you do to answer me is smile. Smiling back at you, I realize just how much I have wanted you to do this. I have waited patiently wondering when, if ever, you would finally make the first move. 

We start to kiss again, and I can feel your tongue rushing through my mouth. I move my hand over your firm chest and can feel your heart beating at a faster pace. I slowly move my hand back down and rest it on your thigh. Our kiss is becoming more intense and I can now feel your cock getting hard under my resting hand. I feel your hand rising up my body, and making its way under my shirt. With your hand now on my plump breast, I feel you starting to lie be back so that I am lying on the sofa. You lift the shirt off me, and toss it to the floor. You move your kiss down my neck, and to my cleavage. Kissing the tops of each breast as you unhook the front clip on my bra exposing my succulent tits. You moved your tongue over my harden nipples, causing me to take a breath of delight. Tilting my head back I start to lose myself as your tongue slides down my exposed body, only stopping when you reached the top of my jeans. 

Without realizing it, you unbutton and unzip my jeans. I open my eyes and look down at you as I feel you start to inch my jeans and panties down as if it were one garment. You ask if you should continue, and I whisper "Yes please". I am now lying on the sofa nude. You're eyes light up as you stop and gaze down at my nakedness. I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl. As you come towards me to kiss me once again, I remove your t-shirt. Exposing your hard body, I notice the light hair that is covering your handsome chest. I realize this is the first time I have ever seen you without a shirt, and the sight of you excites me. 

I stare into your dark brown eyes, and study every inch of your young face. Your strong jaw line and kissable lips are just inches from me. I then notice that you are doing the same thing. Studying me, and my reactions to you. We both smile again at each other, as to say how pleased we are with what we are discovering about each other. My hands start caressing your arms and your back. I ease my hands down to your button down fly and start unfastening each one. Once done, I start pushing your jeans down as far as I can reach, and when I stop, you pick up where I left off until you have squirmed your way free of them. 

With us both nude now, you once again travel down between my legs until your face is now even the top of my bush. Giving me one last devilish grin, you slid down a bit more using your tongue to part my swollen lips, and invade my hot wet pussy. A rush of chills race up my spine as I take this tongue bath you are intensely giving me. I can feel you moving from my slippery hole, to my throbbing clit. The way you take it between your lips and suck it makes me light headed. I can barely think clear. 

The room seems to be spinning as I try to regain myself. I reach down and run my hands through your hair, and find myself almost burying your head deep between my legs. With your hands under my ass, pushing me up, I move my hips in an up ward motion to meet you. I move my legs so that they are now resting over your shoulders and onto your strong back. I am aware of your every move, and it is driving me crazy. No one has ever licked my pussy like this before. Oh sure, I've been with men who thought they were doing a good job, but they never made me feel like this. I feel so overwhelmed by it. 

I can feel you moving one of your hands from beneath my ass, and you are now sliding 2 of your fingers in to me. Fucking me with your fingers as you suck and lick on my clit brings a moan from me. This is great. I can feel my whole body getting damp from beads of perspiration. You continue to explore my body with your mouth and fingers. I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm that would take down the highest mountain. 

Clutching the side of the sofa with one hand, and a hand full of your hair with the other, I yell your name out again and again, until I can feel the orgasm quieting down to a small roar. Just as I begin to catch my breath, you raise up from the valley you just conquered, and push your rock hard cock into my still rippling box. You take my legs and place them into the cradle of your arms as you begin to rock me. You look down at me as to say you know your giving me the best fuck I have ever had. All I can do is moan from delight. 

With each pump of your cock, I am being filled with more uncontrollable surges of electrifying orgasmic spasms. My legs are feeling weak, and are starting to shake. You feel this, and release my legs so that I may wrap them around your waist. I cross my ankles and match you stroke for stroke, moving my hips up to meet you. I place my hands onto your shoulders and caress down your back. 

With our bodies connected as one, in perfect rhythm there seems to be nothing else around us. No other sound fills the room except for the sounds of our now sweat soaked bodies meeting. Your body starts to tense up, preparing to release your seed into me. Each stoke of your stiff prick pumps faster now, until I feel the throbbing of your explosion. As the last bit of cum leaves your body you lean down and rest your head on my breasts. As I run my hands through your now dampened hair, I whisper to you. "I never knew it could be this good." You raise you head and look at me answering, "I always knew WE would be this good."



Generation Gap



Even though she had just spent a grueling three hours in the car, Debbi felt a little surge of energy as she turned the last corner to her boyfriend's house. It felt a little strange for her to be doing this, seeing as how he was still living at home, but that's what she got for giving her heart (and more) to a college student nearly ten years her junior. Somehow, in spite of their age difference, or perhaps because of it, the last few months of his spring semester had seen them share an intense, passionate love that knew no boundaries. The forced separation of his summer vacation had been hard on them both, and this was already her second visit to his home. Kevin still lived with his parents when he wasn't in school, which made their situation a little awkward, but he was definitely worth it. As she pulled into the driveway, Debbi checked her hair and make up in the mirror while reflecting on what the past few months had brought.

They had met in a typical college town kind of place, a somewhat seedy combination of restaurant and bar. It was far off campus enough, however that it managed to draw a mix of students and locals. Kevin was spending a night out with some friends, and Debbi had been doing the same. As luck would have it, she had just broken off a fairly serious relationship, and was getting back into the party scene. She hooked up with Kevin rather quickly, mostly due to a mix up regarding their ages. Ironically, they each figured the other to be about twenty-five, which just about split the difference between them. By the time they had figured this out, things between them had already grown quite hot and heavy. Besides, Debbi was on the prowl, and as several of her male friends knew, when she was looking for some, she always got it. The difference this time was that Kevin proved himself quite capable in bed, which resulted in several steamy sessions together. Furthermore, while he was somewhat experienced, Debbi found him to be quite willing to learn new techniques, and she soon realized the advantages of keeping him around. For his part, Kevin had never bedded such a wild and impulsive woman, and he was bound and determined to enjoy what they shared together as long as he could. When the time had finally come for them to part for the summer, they both understood that while they'd do their best to stay together, demanding fidelity was something entirely out of the question. Indeed, during their last visit, Debbi had stimulated him with tales of a few trysts she had enjoyed, and listened in rapt attention as Kevin detailed one of his own conquests. This time, Debbi didn't really have anything new to tell of, and she wondered if Kevin did. In the end it was of no great concern to her, she only looked forward to an endless weekend of passion in his arms.

Endless, that is, only after it got started. Because he was still living at home, Kevin still lived under his parent's rules, and that meant separate bedrooms when Debbi visited. There were ways around that, of course, and Debbi knew that the first few hours together would be hard. She envisioned that they'd be laying in each other's arms on the couch, allowing their hands to wander surreptitiously, but they'd have to wait until Kevin's father finally went off to bed. In a recent letter from Kevin, it was revealed that his mother's work hours had changed, and she wouldn't be home most evenings. That was good news for the both of them, for she was the one who really enforced the restrictions on his life. Nevertheless, Debbi could hardly wait for him to move back to an apartment just off campus. There, she mused, they could spend as much time as they wanted together, and what they did was their business. Debbi had quite a bit more to teach Kevin, and a lot of it would require them to share their own space together without any outside interference...unless that was a part of the lesson!

With those thoughts in mind, Debbi took a moment to apply a few finishing touches to her bright red lipstick and did one last check of her hair. Seeing that everything was in place, she had no sooner stepped out of her car and saw Kevin racing out of the door to greet her. The fact that he had been watching and waiting brought a smile to her face and brightened her pretty blue eyes. A slight breeze caught a few wispy tendrils of her light brown hair, blowing them back and out of the way as she was greeted with a crushing hug, followed with a tender kiss. Debbi felt her lover's tongue penetrating past her lips into her mouth, and for a moment she didn't resist. They let their tongues dance together for a moment before she pulled away, knowing that his mother may be watching. It was kind of ridiculous, for he'd be leaving his teens behind for good in another month, but Debbi didn't want to give her any excuse. Much to her amazement, Kevin did back off without being bidden to a second time, and he stepped back to take a look at her.

Debbi was dressed quite nicely for the season. The first thing he noticed was the tight little tank top she was wearing. While it fit well, Debbi's ample bosom swelled out against it, threatening to break through. It was made of a cotton so thin that her pink bra showed through clearly, and that excited him, for Kevin knew well what was inside. Most of her long shapely legs were visible as well, down to Debbi's pretty little feet with their painted red toenails visible through her open toed sandals. Pale blue shorts completed her ensemble, giving Debbi only the barest attempt at modesty. They were short enough to begin with, and she had pulled them up high enough that the lower curve of her gorgeous ass peeked out from beneath them. As they walked towards the house, he could even detect the faint outline of what had to be a matching thong under her shorts as well. He had taken her overnight bag from her as well, and from its light weight Kevin knew that her other outfits must be just as skimpy too. That suited him just fine, if things went the way he intended, Debbi would be spending most of her stay out of her clothes anyway.

After they got into the house, a bit of time was spent on the usual pleasantries with Kevin and his father before the two young lovebirds could retire to the relative privacy of the living room. Fortunately for them both, Kevin's mother was already away at work, for while she didn't openly disapprove of Debbi, there was a bit of underlying hostility. At least that could now be averted until the morning. Kevin's father was good enough about giving them their space, Debbi even chuckled that he was glad to see her visit, just so that Kevin would stay off the damn phone! Kevin had his own theories, mostly centered around the idea that no man could avert his eyes from Debbi's voluptuous beauty, and he certainly wasn't about to.  He wasn't even going to attempt to keep his hands off of her, and scarcely had they turned towards the couch than Debbi felt his hands taking a firm grasp of her butt.

His touch always brought a smile to her face, and they soon found themselves snuggling in each others arms on the couch. Kevin's wandering hands were finding new ways into Debbi's shorts, even going so far as to stretch beneath her skimpy thong to squeeze her buns tightly. He nibbled on her neck and ears as well, drawing in deep breaths filled with the scent of her spicy perfume. She did stop him from reaching up underneath her shirt however, for his father was still around, and he'd periodically check in on them from time to time. On one occasion, Debbi thought he might have gotten a glimpse of his son fingering the pretty brunette's pussy though the leg of her shorts, and she wiggled away quickly to avoid embarrassment. That wasn't to say that she wasn't doing her part to get Kevin worked up as well, for while what he was doing to her was going to be visible, the same couldn't be said for what she did to him. The slight wiggling around she was doing on the couch pressed her ass firmly against Kevin's hard cock, it was amazing that he managed to keep it within his thin running shorts. He knew what she was up to as well, and he would even periodically dry hump her ass while they lay together. More brazen on Debbi's part were the times she'd let a hand reach under his shorts to give Kevin's hot hard cock a few playful strokes, just for a tease. If it hadn't still been light out, Kevin was reaching the point when he'd suggest to Debbi that they go out for a drive, ostensibly to a nearby state park, but in reality they'd be out looking for the nearest darkened parking lot. After all, they'd shared quite a few encounters like that, something Debbi hadn't done in years but was quite willing to do to satisfy her man. So together they remained, teasing each other as they lay together waiting for darkness to provide them with an excuse and an opportunity to go off and release their pent up passion. That was probably the reason why they were both surprised when Kevin's father walked in one last time and announced that he was going out.

"You two behave yourselves, I'll be back in a bit."

"Where are you going anyway, dad?" asked a rather shocked Kevin as he tried to sneak his hand out of Debbi's shorts without being seen.

"Hardware store, they're doing a presentation that I've been meaning to catch. Why, do you two want to come?"

That wasn't the 'come' Debbi had in mind, but she piped up anyway. "I think we'll be OK here, have a good time mister...um"

"Please, call me John," replied Kevin's father as he eyed Debbi up one more time. Her nipples were quite hard from all their teasing, and they poked out through her thin top.

"OK. John," smile Debbi in return. "And don't worry about us, I'll make sure he behaves." That answer earned Debbi a playful cuff from Kevin, and they watched as his father took his leave of them.

"I don't think me behaving is what he's worried about," he whispered in Debbi's ear. A delighted little giggle was her only reply, but their wandering hands grew more and more aggressive in the next few moments. Together, they listened for the tell tale sound of his car pulling away before Debbi rose up off the couch.

"Oh, do you really think I'd be the one misbehaving?" she asked as she tugged her top and bra off. Kevin found himself staring at her gorgeous tits for a moment as he sat upright, just before she knelt down between his knees and pulled on his shorts. His erect cock popped right out, and Debbi lost no time in wrapping her mouth around it. Kevin sucked in his breath hard as he felt her wet mouth on him. This was what he'd been dreaming of, ever since her last visit, and he leaned back on the couch to let Debbi do her thing. She sucked on his cock long and hard, then abruptly stopped while stroking his shaft very near to her face. "Want me to stop?" she teased. "I mean, your father could come home any minute now..."

"No! Good God no!" exclaimed Kevin. He tried to push her head back down onto his cock, but she pulled back from him.

"I don't know," she said with a pouty look on her face. "Has that cock been anywhere else since I was here last?" The hurt expression on Debbi's face as she delivered that line was priceless, but Kevin knew that it was also part of a ruse.

"Just the same girl as last time, she's such a hot little fuck. But that was weeks ago. What about you?"

"Oh, one or two" came Debbi's coy reply. "To tell you the truth though, all I did was suck them this time."

"I bet they enjoyed that," he said, smiling at her.

"Mmm, so did I," answered Debbi. "I just loved sucking those hard shafts until they came all over my face and in my mouth. I think they liked having me suck them too, don't you?" That was spoken with a mischievous smile and a wink.

"God yes." With that, he brought his hands around to the back of Debbi's head and pushed her down towards his cock again. She opened her mouth up quite willingly, sucking and slurping on him as hard as she could. Her hot mouth bobbed up and down as he leaned back once again, this time though Kevin kept his hands in place on her head, gently guiding Debbi as she sucked. Her blow jobs were fantastic, and it was all Kevin could do to keep from cumming too soon. Debbi surely wouldn't have minded taking his load in her mouth, and she was well known to be a cum swallower, but Kevin had other plans. Fortunately for him, Debbi had the same thing in mind, and while the blow she gave was wonderful, she was careful to keep it to a tease rather than a suck off. It took great skill and control though, and Debbi had it. She used a combination of her wet mouth and her hand on Kevin's cock. Restraint was required on her part as well, for there was almost nothing she enjoyed more than the taste of a hot load of cum emptied into her mouth. Having that aforementioned cock shooting off inside her pussy was one of those things, and she sucked and stroked him carefully. They continued like this for a few minutes more, until Debbi knew she had brought Kevin right to the point where he'd be able to hold back no more.

Without a warning to him, Debbi stopped sucking and pulled back. Kevin opened his eyes as that hot wet mouth left his cock, and he was about to protest, but what he saw changed his mind. Debbi had risen up off her knees, and in a flash her shorts and thong were around her ankles. She kicked them off and hopped back up on the couch, easing her back into a corner as Kevin moved into position. Her legs were spread wide for him, exposing the carefully trimmed patch of her bush, and the hot little fuck hole beneath it. Debbi was already very wet from the time they spent teasing each other on the couch, and even more so now after sucking Kevin's cock. Her body was quite limber, and she had one leg raised up on the arm of the couch, the other was draped on the back. That arrangement gave Kevin complete access to her naked body, and he took full advantage of it. Ordinarily, he would have loved nothing better than to suck on his girlfriend's gorgeous tits, and they were prominently displayed in front of him. This time, however, Debbi had gotten him so hot and aching to cum that he immediately placed his cock at the entrance to her waiting cunt. Without any further interruption, Kevin rammed his cock inside her. Debbi screamed out loud as she felt that hard dick piercing her. She was quite wet and ready, yet the shock of feeling Kevin's cock reaming her pussy sent shivers down her spine. His thrusts into her following his initial entrance matched it with their ferocity, he used all his strength to pound himself deep inside that waiting cunt. Debbi continued to scream and gasp, she was loud and unrestrained. She was used to his hard, fast pace, but after such a long separation, the feeling of such a hard cock fucking her were exquisite, almost painful. Coupled with that, Kevin found himself unable to resist squeezing her breasts while he fucked her, and in his eagerness his touch was rough. He pinched and squeezed Debbi's firm nipples with his fingers, and pushed down on her breasts will all of his weight as his cock continued to plow into her. 

Her pussy was wet and slick inside, and his cock was already soaked with her spit, making it glide into her effortlessly. Additionally, Debbi squeezed herself tight around him, moaning and squealing as her body shook each time he thrust. That made her tits jiggle around as well, making him grab at her with renewed passion and vigor. She screamed out at him to fuck her, fuck her hard, something that Kevin needed no encouragement to do. Her hips ground down into the couch each time Kevin thrust into her, and it didn't take long at all for Debbi to be screaming in absolute joy. The feeling of his stiff cock plowing into her was too much to take, and she came hard for him in one loud yelp. Her body quivered as she felt him continue to slam her into the couch, and her breath came in hard little gasps as she recovered from her first orgasm in quite some time. Within moments, Kevin was gasping hard for breath as well, winded from his efforts as he slammed into her again and again. It was a valiant effort on his part to hold back as long as he could, but ultimately Kevin could no longer restrain himself. With one final gasp, he came hard into Debbi's pussy, flooding her hot little snatch with streams of his cum. Over and over he felt his balls contract as they squeezed out their load inside her. His cock was deep within her when he did, and several short, sharp thrusts rammed him in deeper as her arms pulled him in tight. Debbi's expertly painted nails dug into his back as he came, scratching out a red trail as his thrusts subsided and she allowed Kevin to slowly slip out of her grasp. Despite that, Kevin had unleashed enough of a load that when he finally withdrew from Debbi's cunt there was a tell tale stream of his pearly white cum seeping out of her, mixed in with her own sweet juices.

Their passions spent, at least for now, the two lovers snuggled together on the couch, pressing their nude bodies together peacefully. It was quite a difference from the blur of activity that had just passed, but they both knew that their weekend together was just getting started. With John out of the house and out of the way, they had the luxury of time to spend together relaxing as they were, without having to worry about getting dressed so quickly after lovemaking. Kevin knew his father wouldn't be gone all night, and reluctantly they rose to get dressed. Debbi made sure to feast her eyes on the sight of the naked young buck she'd just had, and she allowed her eyes to linger on the muscular thighs that drove his cock into her pussy so well. Of course, she was also looking at his now flaccid cock as well, which was glistening with her juices. He saw where her gaze lay, and knew that before the night was out he'd get at least one more chance to shove that cock back inside her where it belonged. While she collected her things and got dressed herself, Debbi could feel Kevin's eyes on her too. She certainly didn't mind, and even added some superfluous bending and stretching to her routine as a tease. Even after his father returned home, Debbi found a way to brush against Kevin with her gorgeous breasts or grind that magnificent plump ass of hers into him from time to time. Just to keep the tease going.

With all that Debbi was doing to Kevin as a playful tease, his father's drawn out bedtime routine couldn't start soon enough. They were almost willing to lock themselves in his bedroom and tear each other's clothes off, such was the level of their frustrations, but then they knew they'd get caught. Neither one knew what his parents would really do if they did get caught, but Kevin and Debbi didn't really want to find out either. Worst case was that he wouldn't be able to see her again until he regained his independence with the start of the university's fall semester, but that was weeks away, and they didn't need to endure that. So they did manage to behave themselves, badly of course, but it did get them through until John finally called it a night. As he was on his way up, Debbi made a great show of getting settled in the guest room, even going so far as to put on an oversized T-shirt as a nightshirt, albeit with something special underneath. That was for Kevin's eyes only, at least tonight, but unbeknownst to Debbi, his father had inadvertently gotten a glimpse of some of her things as they lay strewn on the bed while she was in the bathroom changing. To his credit, John did nothing, but he had to admit to himself that the mental image of Debbi wearing the skimpy little thong he had seen was quite arousing. If only he knew how wet the crotch was, and how it got that way!

Kevin and Debbi retired to separate bedrooms initially, to provide the illusion that they weren't up to anything. Nothing could be further from the truth, of course as they began what seemed to be an interminable wait before reuniting. As they had done in the past, they would remain separate for a while so that they could be sure that John had indeed gone off to sleep. Only then would Debbi sneak back into Kevin's room for their illicit rendezvous. Additionally, she had to restrain herself from falling asleep in his loving arms in time to sneak back to the guest room by morning. The two lovers also knew that they'd have to keep their passions in check enough so that they wouldn't wake anyone else up either. In this last point, John helped them, in a way. He had a habit of falling asleep with the television on, so an occasional moan or gasp wouldn't necessarily wake him. The trouble was, with the faint sound of the TV coming from upstairs, Debbi couldn't quite tell when exactly he'd fall asleep. It would also give them trouble detecting him coming back downstairs for whatever reason. Still, despite the risks Debbi wasn't going to spend the night apart from her man, and after about a half an hour, she doffed her nightshirt and stalked towards Kevin's room.




Generation Gap



He'd been waiting for her eagerly, of course. How could he not after the hot fucking they'd shared earlier in the day? When he heard his bedroom door creaking open, Kevin turned his head to behold the sultry brunette coming for him. The surprise she had waiting under that long T-shirt was a black satin cami that came down just below Debbi's awesome breasts. There was a little red rose embossed on the smooth material, but that wasn't what caught Kevin's eye. Debbi had also changed into a skimpy black thong to match her cami top, even though she knew it wasn't going to stay on her for very long. Debbi was making her way to him with a lust filled gaze that told him what to expect that night. As she walked her breasts swayed under the loose fitting top, and when she reached Kevin to give him a kiss he wrapped his arms around her. Their tongues danced as they kissed deeply and passionately, longing for each other once again. It was the perfect prelude for what would happen next, and although it allowed them to share their love, there was more to be had. While he was kissing Debbi, Kevin allowed his hands to wander down to her exposed buttocks. He squeezed them tight while he kissed her, marveling at how smooth and firm they were in his hands. Slowly, he moved his hands up onto her waist, then around her back until he found the bottom of her camisole top and pulled it up over her head. Debbi's beautiful breasts were now fully exposed to him, and as their lips parted he immediately knelt down to take one into his mouth.

Debbi inhaled a quick breath as she felt Kevin's hot mouth taking in one of her tits as far as he could manage. It wouldn't go all the way of course, Debbi was blessed with more than a mouthful. Still, his tongue found her hard nipples and his lips teased them as he suckled on them lovingly. These too were a little larger than normal, but it all added to Kevin's enjoyment of the experience. Debbi's breasts had always been extremely sensitive, and she could feel her pussy moistening in anticipation while he sucked on her. She pulled him in tight as he changed sides repeatedly, while always leaving a hand in place on the breast he wasn't sucking. That had been an early lesson from Debbi, and one Kevin had obviously taken to heart. Besides, he loved sucking and squeezing on her tits as much as she loved feeling him doing that. It left him with a free hand though, and Kevin didn't need too long to find a place for it to go. Debbi wanted it as badly as he, and when she felt that hand wandering down between her thighs, he legs parted automatically.

Kevin's fingers pushed their way past the thin triangle of cloth covering Debbi's pussy. She was still quite wet from their earlier session, and he was able to slide past the soaked material and right inside her. He finger fucked her gently, using as many as three fingers because she had already been stretched out by his cock. Debbi's pussy juices and some of Kevin's cum coated his fingers, but even as he tugged her thong off and out of the way he was able to use the gooey mixture as a lubricant while he fingered her clit. Upon feeling that, Debbi pressed against him even more, pushing Kevin back down onto the bed. Her movements also had the advantage of forcing his fingers into her cunt even deeper. To his credit, Kevin kept his slow finger fucking rhythm going as Debbi pushed him down, and he even managed to keep his mouth engaged on her tits too. She was reaching down for his boxers as he slid across the sheets, and a quick pull freed his already erect cock as he positioned himself comfortably on a pillow. Her hand started stroking him as she pulled away from his fingers, then pushed down on him, forcing her tits onto his face. Kevin almost smothered for a moment, but when Debbi picked herself back up, his mouth was following trying to at least keep his tongue on her big, beautiful nipples. She reached a fully upright position, straddling him with her wet cunt dripping onto his stomach for a moment before she tossed her head back in a sweeping motion and lowered herself onto his cock.

At the last moment, she inched away, pressing Kevin's hard shaft flat against his stomach. Then she rocked back and forth, rubbing the underside of his cock against her wet pussy opening. Her juices coated him as his cock pressed itself in between her hot cunt lips. Debbi kept this tease up for a few strokes, luxuriating in the feel of that hard dick rubbing against her cunt and her clit. Already she had started to moan, and she had yet to feel Kevin's cock deep inside her again. That was about to change. In a fluid motion, she wiggled herself up off of Kevin, allowing his cock to stand upright one more time. A quick glance from Debbi revealed that it was slick with both her juices and the remainder of his cum that was still dripping out of her. Almost by chance, Kevin thrust his cock upwards, his patience worn thin, and he was rewarded as Debbi pushed her hips down to meet him. His cock had found her slit, and their combined motions eased it deep inside Debbi's dripping wet cunt.

As soon as he was inside Debbi, Kevin tried to flip her over, onto her back so that he could control the fucking, but she was having none of it. A hand placed firmly but gently on his chest stopped Kevin before he could even get a shoulder off the mattress, and a look into her eyes told him all he needed to know. Debbi intended to ride him. With that knowledge, Kevin reclined back on his pillow, relaxing as he felt her cunt squeezing tight against him. Her tits jiggled up and down very nicely as she started, bucking up and down on him gently. One hand was stretched out behind her for stability, the other stayed in place on his chest as Debbi closed her eyes and let the sensation of Kevin's cock penetrating her was over her entire being. He had surrendered to her will, but he would not be dominated by her. At least not yet, Debbi hadn't quite broken him yet. Thus, as she rode him, impaling herself on his cock, she felt her lover's hips bucking up, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper inside. Whenever Kevin got the timing right, he was really shoving it in deep, almost as if he was fucking her from behind. These powerful thrusts were what really got Debbi going, and she was soon able to match his motions and accomplish this every time. He had his arms wrapped around her waist now, but his hands had found their way to her ass. Kevin grabbed onto her tight, almost lifting Debbi off of his cock with each stroke before slamming her back down onto him. Their bodies ground together as they fucked, harder and faster each time Debbi's cunt slid up and down on Kevin's cock. She was leaning forward now, not quite low enough for him to reach her tits with his tongue, and that was not for any lack of trying on his part.

With Debbi's hot cunt sliding up and down on his cock, Kevin wasn't about to let her tits go unnoticed. They dangled just out of reach of his mouth as she rode him, as if to tease him. But even though Kevin was fully engrossed in having Debbi fucking him, he was still able to get his hands off her ass and onto her tits. Once they were there, he started squeezing them and tugging at her nipples as hard as he could. That really got her moaning. With most of her weight now being supported by Kevin's hands, Debbi dared to bring her own up to her chest as well. She clutched his hands to her tightly, if only for a moment before she let them wander down to her clit. Even with Kevin's cock reaming out her cunt, Debbi was able to slip her fingers onto that hard little nub and started stroking herself. Her fingers were soon coated with her own juices, but that just made her stroke her clit all the more harder. Faster and faster she stroked, never once letting up on Kevin's cock as she moaned louder and louder. Her hips bucked up and down on Kevin faster as well, riding him harder and harder while he squeezed her tits. Debbi's hand rubbed her clit furiously as she reacted to the sensation of his cock in her pussy and his hands on her tits. Her body bounced up and down on him harder and harder, pushing him down onto the bed fully as they fucked. Debbi's pussy tightened as much as it could against the stiffness of Kevin's cock, while her rapid strokes grew to be too much for him to take.

With Debbi riding him hard, with her tits in his hands, it was amazing that Kevin had managed to last as long as he did. Their little afternoon tryst had certainly helped, dampening down his anxiety level and giving his cock some release in preparation for this night. Enough was enough, and as Debbi's hot body slammed up and down on his cock, she forced him deep inside her one last time. Kevin groaned out loud with his eyes shut and his teeth gritted, then he exhaled hard, spilling out his breath. He opened his eyes wide as he came, shooting yet another load of his creamy cum inside Debbi's cunt, and she changed her pace a bit, stroking his cock with short fast strokes to milk all of that luscious cum out of him. For his part, Kevin tried to force his tired thighs to drive his cock into Debbi deep while he came, spurting out his load for her just the way she wanted it. His hands briefly let up on her tits, but just as Debbi finally eased herself off his spent cock, her motions urged him to grab her breasts again.

As soon as Kevin's softening cock had slipped out of Debbi's pussy, she started rubbing her clit harder and harder. Her body still swayed on top of his as she furiously rubbed her clit, letting her fingers dip down all the way to her soaked cunt lips. Kevin's cum was already dripping out of her, but she didn't care. All Debbi wanted was to cum, and cum hard with the memory of Kevin's cock still fresh in her mind. That ride she had just taken was exactly what she wanted, even now as she moaned and gasped as her fingers finished pleasuring her. With her cunt already hot from getting fucked so well, it didn't take Debbi very long before her body shuddered and her hips bucked forward involuntarily. She screamed and gasped, rubbing and stroking her hard little clit as she came. With Kevin's hands on her tits supporting her, she moaned and cried out as her body succumbed to the absolute delight of her orgasm. A torrent of her hot juices literally exploded out of her, squirting all over Kevin's cock and belly, leaving his sheets completely soaked. Kevin felt her hot cum as it coated his body and dripped away. He knew from his past experiences with Debbi that she had cum pretty hard, and ordinarily he would have lay back on the bed, well satisfied. He turned his head as she steadied herself on his chest, and was about to reach out to her, but he wasn't prepared for what awaited him when he opened his eyes. There, in the doorway stood Kevin's father, watching them.

Debbi saw him at about the same time, and for a moment the three stood still, frozen in time. John had obviously seen everything, or most of everything, and there was no way for Kevin and Debbi to deny what they were doing. What his reaction would be was as yet unknown, and Kevin dared not move as he saw his father's eyes glaring at him. Debbi saw something else in that gaze that compelled her to move, and she slowly slid off of Kevin and onto the floor. Once down there, she crawled over towards John with exaggerated catlike motions. She could see that beneath his boxers, John was obviously aroused, which didn't surprise her at all. Not many men could watch her riding a cock like she had just done without any reaction. Her face took on a pouty expression, like a wayward child caught misbehaving as she sidled up to the older man and cooed, "Did you like what you saw?" That question was purely rhetorical, and before John could answer, Debbi continued. "You know, I'm not really a bad girl, I think I could really help you out right now." Without another word, Debbi positioned herself on her knees in front of John, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down.

While an astonished pair of men watched, Debbi pulled John's boxer shorts down just enough to free his hard cock as she lowered her mouth towards him. John gasped for a moment as he felt her hot breath on him, for it was only a precursor to her incredibly talented mouth. With Kevin watching intently from the bed, Debbi sucked down his father's cock, taking it all the way into her mouth and down her throat. Sucking cock was one of the things she was best at, and Debbi was in no way shy about it. In only a few moments, she had a good rhythm going, with her hand wrapped around the base of John's cock while she bobbed her head up and down on him. He could see the bulge in her cheeks as his cock slid into her waiting mouth, and his hands pulled her down even more on him. Debbi looked into his eyes to see his reaction, and she knew that there would be no resistance from him. Indeed, he seemed to be enjoying himself, almost as much as she was. There was just something about sucking a cock so quickly after she had been fucked, and Debbi knew that John had gotten hard by watching her earlier. A quick glance over at Kevin revealed that he was enjoying the sight of his girlfriend going down on his father, and Debbi shot him a knowing wink. Then she returned her attention to John's cock, sucking and stroking him into her mouth. She pumped his cock harder and harder, even daring to let her free hand wander back down to her pussy while she did. That didn't go unnoticed by John, and he stopped running his hands through Debbi's hair so that he could bring them to her face.

"I bet that pussy's real hot, isn't it?" asked John as he gently stroked her cheeks.

"Mmmhmm," murmured Debbi in reply as she continued sucking on him.

"Get up on the bed. I want to fuck that hot little cunt of yours." Upon hearing that, Kevin scooted out of the way, making room for Debbi to lay down. He watched as she gave his father one last slow suck, then pulled his glistening cock out of her mouth. Debbi also pulled a cum coated finger out of her pussy and sucked it clean while both men watched. Then she turned away from John, giving Kevin a private showing as she ran her tongue along her finger tip like she would a cock. He smiled in anticipation of watching her getting fucked again, and she slowly started to cross the room towards him. Just as she reached the bed, John took complete control of the situation. With a rough shove, he pushed a surprised Debbi face down on the bed. Kevin could only watch, shocked at the speed and force his father was using. In a flash, John had pushed her legs apart with a soft kick, and he positioned himself directly behind her. Only Debbi's cry of "Oh God yes! Fuck me!" assured him that all was well and she was enjoying what his father was doing. She stretched out her arms as she lay on the bed, bent over at the waist with her ass pointed right in John's direction. He immediately moved in behind her, found her cunt opening with the tip of his cock, and slammed it in deep.

"Oh my God yes!" screamed Debbi as she felt his hard shaft penetrating deep inside her. John grabbed her by the ass while he fucked her, ramming his cock into her hard and fast. Her pussy was so very wet already, and his hard cock glided in with ease each time he pumped it into her. Kevin had done an excellent job of stretching her cunt out with his cock, and now his father was enjoying the benefit. Debbi's cunt felt as wet and loose as a whore's might from all the fucking she'd had that day, and John was intent on giving her more. With rough thrusts he pounded his cock deep inside her as his balls bounced against her ass. That kept Debbi moaning and writhing on the bed as John fucked her from behind, much to the delight of Kevin. He was watching intently as his father fucked Debbi's hot pussy from behind. Getting fucked in that position was one of her favorites, even more so if it was rough. Now that Kevin was enjoying a good view of it, he would have to agree. She just looked so slutty like that, legs splayed apart while John's cock pierced her. He knew full well what a luscious fuck Debbi was, especially the second and third time around. Her hot little fuck hole would get wetter and wetter the more cock it got. John was clearly enjoying his first shot at her cunt as he pounded his cock into her harder and harder with each stroke. Feeling that wet pussy wrapped around his cock was something Kevin wanted again this night, and he could only imagine how wet Debbi would be after John filled her with his cum. Because of this, Kevin couldn't help but start stroking his cock while he watched, a move that didn't go unnoticed by Debbi.

The opportunity was too good to pass up. While Debbi certainly enjoyed John's cock fucking her from behind, like some cheap little whore, the idea of his cock in her cunt and Kevin's in her mouth was far more enticing. Sure, she could have sucked Kevin in the position she was in, but for some reason she begged John to flip her over and fuck her that way. He was initially hesitant, wanting to finish off with his hand on her ass, but when she reminded him of her gorgeous tits, and how she would bet he'd love to watch them jiggle while he fucked her, John complied. It was a quick in and out as she flipped over, and John didn't even miss a stroke. At the same time, Kevin moved over towards Debbi's face, where he could stroke his cock while she sucked on the head. He was getting more tongue than anything, but coupled with the sight of John's cock pumping away at Debbi harder and harder, and her hands on her breasts, it would be enough. It was for John, once he could see Debbi's naked body as she wantonly sucked his son's cock he let go. With a loud groan he exploded, shooting off his cum into Debbi's waiting cunt, where it would mix with her juices and Kevin's spunk as well. Time after time he spurted, filling her up with his cum until it ran out of her in a steady stream. Only then did John pull his cock out of her, still watching as she finished sucking Kevin off.

The sight of all that cum dripping out of Debbi's well used fuck hole was all it took for Kevin to cum in Debbi's mouth and all over her face. She had sucked him quite well, after all she had gotten warmed up giving John a blow job, and Kevin's cock was just barely inside her lips when he started to cum. Debbi made no attempt whatsoever to contain him, and the result was that he splattered his load across her face and even down onto her beautiful tits. Most of his creamy load was concentrated on her lips and tongue, which made it easy for Debbi to swallow it down, but the rest remained streaked across her body. That suited her just fine, and she lay on the bed still after giving Kevin's cock a few more licks so that her men could admire her cum soaked body. A sweet, satisfied smile graced Debbi's face as Kevin and John backed off a little to view their handiwork. Her brown hair was in complete disarray, not that anyone cared. Streaks of cum were still splattered on her face, even though Debbi had licked what she could reach off. More droplets of cum were sprayed on her tits, and her skin was flushed a bright pink. Further down, the skin of her thighs glistened from her cum, and the deep folds of her pussy were decorated with the mixture of both men's cum dripping out of her. She kept her legs apart as she lay there, knowing that sooner or later one of the guys would gladly accept her unspoken invitation to keep fucking her all night long.



Generation Gap



It had been a warm afternoon. The sun had shone all the time and the wine had been consumed in quantities. Combined with the heat, it had stirred Jane's body with a vague awareness, a pleasant feeling of sexual desire. A slight ache which craved pacifying, though there was no hurry. Among the meaningless chatter of guests, the distant laughter, Jane started to think about her younger days when she would relieve her aching loins with deft fingers.

Memories of lying in the sun, holding her soft, plump genitals, squeezing them gently until the honey began to flow. Rubbing, probing with her index finger, exploring her own secret folds of responsive, supple flesh. Teasing her bud of delight, marveling at the ripples of lust surging through her in waves, building slowly to a pinnacle of overwhelming hunger for release. Holding back the climax until she could bear it no longer.

Her orgasms would rip through her like a great wave crashing over her. Smiling ruefully at the memory of those frequent, private occasions, she wondered what her guests would say if they knew what was in her mind. When everyone had gone, perhaps she would again lie in the sun - fondle herself once more, recalling earlier sexual encounters, flooding her vagina with sex juices. Yes, that would be nice. She began to look forward to it.

It was now early evening, still very warm with the terrace reflecting the heat of the earlier sun beating down on it. All the others had left. Her husband had gone down to the club with his friends. Only Susan, the neighbour's nineteen-year old daughter was left. An attractive girl. Jane poured her a glass of red wine. She wouldn't stay long. Then Jane could enjoy the treat she had promised herself.

'May as well have the rest of this bottle,' she said, holding out the glass to the young woman.

Susan smiled as he took the glass from her, little realising that Jane was quietly simmering with a deep-seated lust, waiting patiently for the time when she could be alone, to indulge herself. To relive moments of lecherousness as she searched her genitals for their moment of glory.

'I'll help you tidy up.'

'You're very kind Susan. What it is to have kind, useful neighbours. Cheers!'

They drank to each other with a mutual smile.

'I don't suppose mum and dad'll be back for a while yet.'

They looked at each other for a few moments as they sipped their wine. Now in her fifties, Jane had no expectation of a sexual encounter, though thoughts and memories of past physical enjoyment came to mind from time to time. Particularly after a few glasses of wine, her mind would dwell on the more exciting aspects of her sex. And this was one of those occasions. There was a feeling of unease inside her. Yes! A slight ache, which troubled her.

Her mind was fixed on sex. Jane had never been a passionate lover, her enjoyment of the act being more calculated - more sensuous - more delightful. Her orgasms were always well controlled and thoroughly sublime. She preferred a partner of similar deliberations in his approach to love making, rather than one who rushed to his own climax. There had been several in her life. Her husband, though, usually - but not always if her fantasies during sex were particularly thrilling - fell short of her needs, which frequently gave rise to her necessity for careful and calculated masturbation to reach a climax.

She looked quizzically at Susan, wondering if she masturbated. But of course she did. Everyone does, don't they? Jane's sexual needs had faded over recent years, though she still enjoyed the occasional relaxing hour on a warm summer's day, lying naked in her secluded garden, fondling her genitals all over with both hands, carefully spreading the seeping honey across the soft folds, coaxing them to a long drawn out, satisfying orgasm.

It always amazed Jane that every orgasm came upon her as a completely new surprise, a fresh experience, jerking her loins in joyful exhilaration. What a marvellous instrument the body is. The result was always a feeling of contentment as she lay there, eyes closed, her hand cupping the soft, warm vulva, the epicentre of her spiritual being.

As she looked at Susan, she found herself speculating on the sort of a genitals her young friend had, and how frequently she masturbated. Did she do it as often as Jane did in her youth, she wondered? Susan didn't have a boyfriend so far as Jane knew. She wondered why. Perhaps she preferred other girls?

Jane broke the silence. 'Beautiful evening.'

'Still warm enough to sunbathe,' Susan replied.

'Oh, be my guest. I shall be on my own for quite a while yet. Why not stay a little longer? Get your kit off. Enjoy the sun. I shall enjoy your company.' she smiled at her as she put her wine glass on the table.

'Thank you.'

And Susan quickly slipped out of her blouse and skirt before lying on one of the loungers facing the sun, wearing a skimpy bra and a lace thong. Although not very tall, her long legs were a pleasant tan colour. Her breasts were smallish, the dark nipples showing clearly through the bra. From either side of the thong, Jane saw the tufts of dark pubic hair. She found it erotic and was strangely excited by a glimpse of another woman's private fleece, still wondering what her labia were like. Little did she know what surprise was in store for her.

Jane laughed. 'May as well join you,' and shrugged her light top from her shoulders and unbuckled her skirt, allowing it fall to he ground. Her bra was rather more modest than Susan's, though her ample breasts were bulging from the top. In the warmth of the summer, Jane usually wore French knickers, trimmed with silk lace. They were more comfortable. The the loose gusset allowed her heavy growth of auburn hair to be clearly evident.

Susan looked across at Jane. 'Mmm! You look good, Jane.'

'You too, darling,' was the reply. Jane was feeling decidedly naughty. She would encourage her young neighbour to strip naked. 'Look, we're fully secluded here, so I'm stripping off altogether.'

And without another word, Jane removed her knickers and bra, to stand beside Susan quite naked. Her young friend stood up with a smile, unclasped her own bra to release her attractive boobs, and peeled off her thong to reveal the full splendour of the dark curls covering her groin. To Jane's utter surprise, Susan's clitoris was protruding from it's hood, like a small penis, with its hood acting as a foreskin. It was stiff and pointed. Goodness! She was a female hermaphrodite, though with a fully functional vagina by the look of it.

The sight made Jane gasp with lust. A girl with a tiny prick! Never had she seen anything like this - but then she realised that she wasn't all that familiar with women's bodies. She wrapped her arms round Susan's waist, kissing her on the lips quite unexpectedly. She felt the texture of Susan's lips on hers. Determined to test out her reactions, she put her hand behind Susan's head to press their faces together, allowing her lips to part slightly, the tip of her tongue tracing her lips.

Tasting Susan's soft lips, Jane unexpectedly remembered her first real kiss and feel. It was at an end-of-year school party. She was standing with friends between dances when she became suddenly aware of a boy looking at her intently from a little distance away. His eyes were filled with a curious hypnotic look she had never seen in anyone before. Her own eyes were drawn to his. Although she had seen him often enough before, Jane had never realized what a gorgeous youth he was.

The fluttering in her groin surprised her - her body was beginning to ache - wanting attention. Her vulva started to leak with desire. She felt as though she was standing naked in front of him, A blush came to her cheeks at the thought. He made a vague gesture with his head asking her to go outside with him. He sauntered off through the far door towards the outer door leading to the toilet block. Making a vague excuse to her friends, Jane followed him as casually as she could. She was breathless with excitement.

It was almost dark. She stood in the doorway for a moment. A quiet pst! told her where the youth was standing. She crossed to him quickly, breathless. He put his arms round her, turned her round and pressed her against the wall in an alcove kissing her on the lips. She had no idea how to respond but just enjoyed the wickedness of it. When she felt his hand hoist up her skirt she panicked. She wasn't expecting this. He was going to feel her sex, she thought.

'No! No!' she muttered, but without conviction. She was just as curious as he was to know how it felt to have other fingers than her own playing with her soft virgin lips. Even so, she was nervous - and she soon found out how it felt. Deliciously wicked! His hot hand rubbed against the crotch of her cotton knickers. Her loins jerked at the touch. She couldn't help it! It was the first hand that had ever touched her there.

Her mind was in a whirl of excitement. Her mouth turned dry. Then she felt a finger ease the knickers to one side and prod its way into her soft crack, moist with excitement. Jane gasped, her stimulation mounting.

'My God! He's got his finger inside me' she murmured to herself. Before she had time to realise fully what was happening, the boy took hold of her hand, pushing it against his trousers. Somehow he had managed to pull his cock out, stiff and hard. He wrapped her palm round the naked shaft. Gosh! A boy's cock - in her hand. It was breathtaking! A hard shaft of warm flesh she had longed to fondle for ages. Now here is was in her hand. A real cock!

Although confused, she knew she was expected to pump it up and down. Older girls had explained that to her. Curled round the shaft, her hand jerked eagerly. She felt his fingers push in an out of her soaking vagina as he started to grunt in her mouth, his loins were jerking against her belly. Jane now pressed the cock along the length of her wet crack. She wanted it to fuck her. But with the palm of her hand, she rubbed it up and down vigorously against her belly until she suddenly felt him explode with a stifled grunt.

When the hot effusion splattered her groin, Jane froze in horror. She knew about ejaculation, but to actually feel it flood against her sparse public hair surprised her. Nervously dabbling her fingers in the sweet stickiness, she rubbed it over her own clitoris. Jane was desperate for an orgasm. The additional wickedness of having a load of sperm spill over her thinly haired groin brought about the crashing wave of lust that tumbled throughout her body.

Jane delighted in orgasms. She couldn't have enough of them when sdhe was younger, feeling them take over her entire being. But this was the first one brought about by another person. A male! She exploded with amazing intensity!

She still recalled that first experience of hot sperm gushing onto her belly. It was to remain an everlasting exiting memory for her. The first of many spouting cocks on her nipples and hairy crotch.

And here she was, many years later, in the arms of another woman - much younger and softer than herself. Jane was excited at the thought of exploring the soft pliant labia of her neighbour's daughter. Perhaps even lick it and nibble that wonderful, stiff clit. Her hands gently caressed the young flesh of her friend's tight buttocks.

Susan couldn't believe her luck, either! Jane, of all people, in her arms and asking for kisses. What else does she want she wondered? She had often thought that Jane was probably a sexy lady, particularly when younger - but even now. She was certainly an attractive lady - handsome, rather than beautiful. Susan gazed hungrily at Jane's body. She really enjoyed looking on other women's bodies. Ever since her youth, she had secretly lusted after her schoolfriend's bodies during PE and swimming. And, later in life, exploring them sensuously. So, here she was, enjoying the sight of a mature woman's curves. The long fat labia, the heavy bush of hair. Thrilling!

Jane reminded Susan of her PE mistress, although Miss Johns was a bit shorter and stockier, with solid muscles in her legs and arms. But she too, had a thick bush of pubic hair which she had encouraged Susan to explore and examine. At first, it was Miss Jones who had pointed out to Susan that the oversized clitoris was a very special piece of anatomy, and one to be cherished. To illustrate this, after lessons, she had exposed her own genitals to Susan, pointing out the difference between them. Both clits responded to stimulation, however, with their vaginas - she explained - capable of secreting lubricating juices. These lessons became more regular, continuing for some time.

Susan had been encouraged to test Miss Jones's reaction by having Susan finger her clitoris, allowing the PE mistress to play with her long clitoris, which stiffened at the touch. As Susan watched Miss Jones loins begin to tremble, her breathing becoming irregular, Susan witnessed an orgasm in a woman's face for the first time. She also felt the first stirrings of a similar feeling in herself.

Thereafter, Susan had enjoyed mutual groping with other young women, sometimes in a twosome and sometimes in groups, learning to build orgasms within her body by rapid masturbation of her clit, using the lubricating honey that seeped from her vagina. Each orgasm became a supreme thrill - a succession of them was bliss! Soon, however, it became necessary for her to have a tissue at the ready, for her orgasms released small splashes of thick juices, which became rather more copious as she grew older.

It had been her cousin who took her virginity, and though she enjoyed being fucked by a stiff cock plunging in and out of her vagina, rubbing against the shaft of her clit, Susan preferred the sexual ministrations of another woman. They knew best how to bring her to the boil, to keep her simmering until the wave of a climax overwhelmed her to a juddering release. Men were generally only interested in bringing their own ejaculations to the boil. Although Susan was curious about men's ejaculations, mesmerized by the eruption, her own spurts were equally fascinating for her - and her friends.

Susan was looking intently at Jane, who didn't smile easily - she was a serious lady with fine straight features and a solid figure, which interested Susan - she had often wanted to explore her, to search the secrets of those hairy folds. And here was the chance. Sliding her hands down her back until they reached her buttocks, Susan took a cheek in each hand, pressing them to her own groin as she began to gently kiss Jane's neck and ears.

It was with a gasp of delight that Jane felt Susan's hands take hold of the cheeks of her plump bottom. When her lips reached her neck and ear lobes, Jane knew she would enjoy the encounter. In the past, nibbled ears had always set her loins fluttering. This evening was no exception. She felt like a sixteen-year old wanton again.

'Do you know, Jane, some wicked thoughts are beginning to stir in me.'

'That's not the only thing stirring,' she smiled. Susan's clitoris was pressing into her groin. 'You have an unusual bit of thrilling flesh there, darling! It throbs!'

The old feelings Jane had never really expected to have again were returning to her. Her body was becoming alive! She intended to enjoy herself. Throwing her head back, she moaned softly with pleasure, ripples of desire spreading through her once more. With calm deliberation, her hand slipped its way between their bodies to grasp in her palm, the whole of Susan's vulva, with its stiff little prick. She felt it jerk at her touch. It held much promise for her.

'Are you feeling naughty?' Jane asked.

'Mmm!'

'How naughty?'

Susan's interest was awakened. She was getting quite eager and excited. With growing curiosity she fumbled between Jane's thighs, moaning with satisfaction as her palm slid over the wet, hairy gash. With no shame at all, she slipped two fingers between the fat labia, catching her breath, marveling at their size and thickness, pushing them up and down.

'Fairly naughty,' was the eventual breathless response.

Susan realised that Jane was seriously wanting sex! Not just a quick mutual feel. Here she was fondling her clitoris, whilst Susan's own fingers were exploring the dribbling vagina of the older woman. There was no need for cautious foreplay any more.

'And how much more naughty do you want to be?'

Jane crouched before the naked girl, studying the phenomenal small penis. It was a good inch and a half long, like a small finger, with the hood acting as a foreskin. Jane was curious to know if it ejaculated. She would have to wait to find out! She eagerly clutched the stiff clit between her lips to feel its stiffness. Astonishing!

'Naughtier than that?' she muttered.

'Oh, yes!' Susan said gasping for breath, 'much, much naughtier than that.'

Susan lowered herself on the side of the lounger, splaying her hips wide apart to expose her vulva in all it's glory, the long hard clitoris now showing the full extent of its size. The labia were slung either side of the protrusion, almost like dangling, separate testicles, wrinkled and wet with her starchy juices. Jane was fascinated by it. What a vulva on one so young!

'There you are. Is that what you wanted to see?' Susan smiled. 'Is that naughty enough?'

'Wonderful,' she muttered. 'Very naughty indeed.'

'You approve?'

Jane certainly did. Presented with the sight of a new pair of breasts, in addition to the unusual vulva, with the vagina partly dilated to show the entrance to the mysterious passage. After taking careful note of the erotic image, Jane sat beside her friend, to study the young body. Breasts not very large, but puckered nipples like thimbles, stiff and proud. Her fingers explored the texture.

Susan was also examining Jane's figure. Still in good shape, the full breasts settled on her rib cage, nipples pointing outwards. They were superbly surrounded by large swollen areola, edged with a ring of tiny pimples, with the main nipple, dark and wrinkled in the centre. Susan was thrilled. She didn't know why, but she delighted in examining other women's breasts. And these were wonderful.

Susan didn't speak. She weighed the left breast in the palm of her hand, rolling the pad of her thumb across the thickening nub, before lowering her face, taking the inviting nipple between her lips and rolling her tongue over the contours.

Jane entered a state of rapture as lips began to suckle her hard nipple. The wrinkles smoothed out as it swelled in Susan's warm mouth. Her loins were now on fire with lust. Although she wanted cock, her full attention was concentrated on the touch of lips on nipple. Jane was determined to enjoy every sensation to the limit. It was years since her yearning had been so strong - even when she masturbated for personal enjoyment. It was not her dildo she craved for now. It was Susan's lips.

'You could get even naughtier,' she murmured thickly.

Susan decided that the time had come to explore the centre of Jane's universe. The promise of fondling her vulva filled her with excited anticipation. Sliding over the smooth belly, her fingers snaked their way through the mass of coarse hair until they felt the glow of heat from her most private part - her vagina. She couldn't wait. Cupping Jane's vulva in her hand, the warm fleshy contents filled her palm, she continued suckling the breasts. Damp and squashy labia. Her probing fingers found their target. Jane's excitement was conspicuous. She shuddered.

Honey was oozing from that passage of joy. There is nothing quite like that first encounter with a strange lady's genitals, wet and yearning. A new valley to explore and enjoy. Susan's fingers searched the pouting inner labia, sensing the quiver in Jane's loins at the touch. They grappled with the generous slippery flaps of the dark supple flesh, carefully feeling every crevice and crease with delicate fingers. She was in a seventh heaven as her index finger parted the folds to delve into the delicious opening of Jane's vagina, oozing with honey.




Generation Gap



Jane was rejoicing at her body's response. Her whole being rippled with delightful anticipation. She was in a state of sheer bliss. Now fondling Susan's erect clitoris, her own vagina being explored by fluttering fingers, she sighed, writhing with a glory she had not felt in years. She wanted to feel Susan's stiff tongue slide deep into her intimate shrine. The wine had relaxed her - she wished, as Susan's fingers dabbled in the juices, that she had remembered to trim her pubic hair.

It was several months since it was cut and it now grew thick over her belly and her vulva, especially on the outer ridges. As the years had passed, her hair remained a deep copper colour. She was also conscious of her long labia. Still, she thought, it was her natural state. Eyes closed, Jane sighed softly, settling back on the lounger as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Although no longer in the flush of youth, Jane had kept her figure fairly trim. The evening sunshine reflected from the skin of her breasts, giving the curves a golden glow. Her hips and thighs had thickened with the years, though free from heavy wrinkles. Susan still studied her body as Jane settled onto her back. A belly firm and smooth. The thick thatch of auburn hair reached from her navel to between her thighs.

As her legs parted, the plump lips of her vulva were revealed with the low-hanging, thick inner labia, mahogany coloured, the pale clitoris peering out between the parted upper folds beneath a thick tuft of burnished copper threads. Susan reached her hand down to the groin, feeling for those sensitive folds, fingers exploring their contours, parting the entrance to Jane's dilated vagina, pink and inviting, stroking and caressing her hot genitals.

All the while her moans and soft sighs filled the air, head rolling from side to side, with closed eyes. Susan watched Jane's growing frenzy, as she fondled her oozing lips, the pale clitoris fully exposed, her puckered vaginal opening clearly in view. A glorious sight. The female genitals had always fascinated her, more so than a man's cock, really. Far more interesting!

'I'm coming,' Jane announced calmly and softly, eyes screwed tight. 'I'm coming! Oooh! How wonderful! Ahhh! Beautiful! Keep coming!' she urged, 'keep coming!'

Her face was screwed up in agony, her buttocks slowly gyrating as the orgasm fought to be released. Susan's hand slowed, teasing the clitoris, bringing the orgasm slowly and carefully to its climax. It was a fantastic sensation! It's fulfilling desire. The delectable experience of a long, powerful orgasm.

'Oh, suck me! Suck me!' she pleaded softly, head rolling. But she managed to keep the climax bubbling on the crest, like a surf rider, holding the final crashing wave at bay as the spray washed over her whole body, wallowing in the delicious agony of it. But Susan was in no hurry. She bent over the heaving thighs, carefully pressing her tongue into Jane's clitoral hood.

When Jane felt the breath on her vulva, her mind blew with lewdness. Then the tongue on her clit! The waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out as her thighs jerked wildly.

'Oh, God!'

Susan lapped at her genitals with her hot tongue, licking away the juices with long laps from the very base to the clitoris. She chewed Jane's labia hungrily.

Jane's groaning gasps got louder. 'For God's sake, Susan, that's fucking wonderful' Her loins bucked and heaved violently making it impossible for Susan to lap at her soft folds any longer.

When the spasms had subsided, stepping between her open thighs, Susan placed her hard, long clit between the exposed folds of glistening flesh, edging it between the lips, slowly rubbing it against Jane's own clitoris.

With her breath coming irregular and heavy, the surges through Jane's belly intensified. She was coming again. It was unbearable. Clit against clit was a new experience for Jane - a thrilling one. The spring snapped as she spun into a fury. She howled her release, loins juddering and bucking, still concentrating on the clit's massaging movement.

When Jane's second lot of of spasms had finally settled, Susan stood beside her, erect clit thrusting from its hood. She took up her glass of wine, observing Jane's peaceful face. She was concentrating on the sheer ecstasy Jane had endured, her hand cupping the triumphant vulva, squeezing the lips with undiluted pleasure.

When at last Jane's eyes fluttered opened, she looked on the young woman facing her. The one that had invaded her inner secret - driven her to the very boundaries of lust and self-fulfillment. Jane gazed on the stiff little shaft now smeared with her juices.

After studying it seriously and carefully, her eager lips suckled and nibbled the little prick with exceptional devotion, masturbating the little shaft with her lips. Her other hand cupped the labia, gently squeezing them with adoration. Jane's fingers clawed at the distended labia, searching each fleshy cranny, pulling gently at each fold. With turmoil still in her loins, Jane suckled fast on the clit, feeling it twitch and jerk in her mouth.

Susan's loins stiffened. Her buttocks tensed. With growing anticipation she felt the stirring deep within her. Wonderful! It was time to stop. She backed away, smiling down at Jane.

'Not yet!' she whispered.

'I had no idea what a sexy person you are, Susan. You look so - well, innocent and gentle.'

'With you, Jane, I could make love all day. You've always attracted me - even though your manner is rather matronly.'

'Patronising bugger! Anyway, matrons enjoy sex as well, you know.'

'So it seems.'

'Come,' she said, drawing her young friend onto the lounger. 'I want you.'

Susan settled on her back, dangling her legs on either side, offering her genitals to Jane's stare.

Jane felt the power within her to control this woman - demand her juices. The younger woman was already in a heightened tension of lust. As Jane got her head between the thighs, she licked and nibbled and sucked the soft lips and hard clitoral shaft. For several minutes she made love to this gorgeous piece of female flesh, feeling the ripples as the muscles responded.

Susan's buttocks began to clench. Jane was now chewing eagerly at the whole vulva, taking as much of the soft flesh into her hot hungry mouth as she could stuff into it. The internal coiled spring tightened within her. A succession of loud moans escaped Susan as the orgasm swiftly built up, before finally erupting. A spurt of her ejaculation hit the back of Jane's throat. Withdrawing her face, Jane watched in amazement as the next spurt splashed across her cheek. She had never quite believed the stories of women ejaculating, but this proof indeed.

Susan writhed and jerked to an accompaniment of contented grunts. Splashing! Spurting! It was delicious! Wonderful! Such an offering. The final spasms dribbled over Jane's astonished face. She licked the vulva with a deep pleasure and affection.

Susan rolled over again, quickly and suddenly between Jane's open thighs, wrapping her own thighs round her older friend's head. Each at once plunged their stiff tongues deep into the wet mysterious passages offered up to them, in the time-honoured sixty-nine position. The exhilaration as both jabbed into each other's vagina, time after time, grunting and heaving, was fantastic beyond description.

Jane cried out huskily, with delight and frenzy. 'Give it to me, darling. All of it!'

Gathering pace, Susan thrust her tongue harder and deeper, with greater urgency. Jane responded in kind, eyes screw up with the agony of her ecstasy, her head jerking hard against Susan's groin. They were out of control, each trying to eat the very heart of the other's sex. With a violet lurch, Susan's orgasm welled up as juices splattered against Jane's chin, Susan crying out in ecstatic pain.

'Ohh! My god! God! God! Ahhhh!'

'Wonderful, darling!' Jane cried. 'So soon after the first. Wonderful,' as her own orgasm slammed into her groin with a shout of joy.

Both were out of breath with the exertion and excitement. They lay quietly together for some minutes, recovering their composure, before indulging in a long grateful kiss.

'Again, soon, please,' muttered Susan.

Before leaving, the two women sat side by side, quietly masturbating themselves, each watching the other in every detail, in a kind of lustful ritual. Although much quieter than the previous ones, their orgasms were nevertheless, satisfying, and almost simultaneous. Jane had never in her life experienced anything like this evening's event, nor had sex with a younger woman who had a small prick and ejaculated with her orgasms.

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As she lay in bed that night, Jane fondled her warm vulva, recalling the attention it had received earlier in the evening from her neighbour's daughter. Her breathing was steady, as though asleep, lying on her side against the back of her partner. It was then she became conscious of a slight movement. Her husband was quietly rubbing his groin. Because he had shown little interest in sex for some time, this movement surprised her. Jane lay there still, straining to detect the stealthy stirring of the sheets beside her.

It was true. Sure enough her husband was furtively stroking his cock. He must have assumed she was sleeping. Without a word, Jane reached her other hand across his belly to touch his cock. It was certainly rigid. She heard him catch his breath at her touch. For some seconds Jane just clasped the cock lightly. It was a long time since she had felt this once-familiar shaft. The reunion interested her. So much so that the palm cupping her vulva felt the leaking of her juices.

When her fingers reached the head of the penis, they encountered the drop seeping from the eye. Still nothing was said. Enclosing the elegant shaft in a light grasp, Jane gently rubbed it up and down. Could it be that her husband was anxious to have an ejaculation? Releasing the cock, she turned back the sheet to reveal the straining cock in the faint green light that glowed from the bedside clock. She studied the shaft that head given her so many happy hours in the past whilst scooping fanny juices onto her fingers. Returning her hand to the hard shaft, Jane smeared the silky juice over the its top and resumed her stroking.

Her eyes never left the penis head as her hand pulled the shaft up and down. Her husband murmured with closed eyes. Increasing the pace of the rhythm she felt the tensing of the muscles in his groin. The buttocks twitched with increasing energy, lurching and bucking. His groans got more urgent.

Suddenly, his groin reared and the eye at the top of his penis dilated to eject a globule of sperm onto his chest. This was quickly followed by another jerk and a stream of sperm splashing across his belly. Then another and another encouraged by Jane's jerking hand. She watched entranced as her husband's cock fountained its contents over his body. It was a long time since she had seen such an outpouring from him.

Her other hand had not been idle, clawing at her clitoris, stimulating her debauched mind, it brought about an unexpected orgasm to round off the evening. An evening of delight and surprises. Jane wondered how she might repeat the event - perhaps with variations. Hm! She needed to think about that. Susan was certainly willing.

She slept peacefully, with a smile hovering on her lips.



Generation Gap



EDWARD SIMMONS, also known as "Ready Eddie" for his prowess on the football field and among his high school's female population was in seventh heaven. He was on his third date with Lisa Cortez, and knew he was going to score.

The son of a lawyer and a nurse, Eddie was six-foot-one-inch and 215 pounds of athletic stardom. With wide cheekbones, sculpted features, and bright, even teeth, he was good-looking and confident, the school's star quarterback, and a better-than-average student. Popular with students and faculty, he had his pick of the girls in the school, and had sampled quite a few already over the previous three years. Pretty as they had all been, though, none could compare to the new transfer student, Lisa Cortez.

Eighteen years old and an excellent student, Lisa Cortez was a girl of singular, sultry, and enticing beauty. She had the face of an angel and long, thick, luxurious black hair. Her skin was smooth, unblemished, and slightly dusky, giving her a Mediterranean appearance. Tall for a Mexican-American, she was nearly five-foot-nine and built to match. Her chest was deep and offered full, round breasts like thick, ripe fruit. Her figure tapered from broad, strong shoulders to a surprisingly narrow waist, then flared out again around the curve of her hips and buttocks, flowing down to long, full, tapered thighs, and then to round, muscular calves. But for her wrists, ankles, and waist, nowhere was she "skinny."

She had been hesitant to accept his first offer to take her out, but persistence paid off in the end. Dinner and dancing had won her over, and she had responded to his kiss when he dropped her off at home.

Today, she was dressed in a brief outfit that seemed calculated to display her physical charms. She wore a pale blue denim shirt pulled up and knotted just below her ample, braless bust, showing off both her cleavage and the flat expanse of her belly below the arch of her rib cage, indigo denim short shorts which exposed her long legs, and sneakers. Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off her as he walked her to her house on Maple Drive.

Eddie had no football practice that day and knew Lisa's parents weren't due home till after five. It was only natural that he walk her home, arm around her small waist to let everyone know she was his and nobody else's.

He engaged in small talk on the way, but his mind was really only on one thing, and he was relieved when they finally reached her front door. His erection was almost painful by then. He looked around the neighborhood while she turned the key in the door. Few kids lived on Maple Drive, and the place was practically deserted during working hours. That suited Eddie just fine.

Eddie had met Lisa's parents when he picked up for their first date and picked up immediately at their surprise at meeting him. Eddie had heard that Mexicans were hardly welcoming of black people and was disappointed that Pablo and Maria Cortez seemed to fit the cliche. Far from discouraged, however, their attitude simply strengthened his resolve to conquer their daughter.

When Lisa finally got the door open, Eddie followed her swiftly inside.

"Finally!" Eddie locked the door, then turned and swept Lisa into his arms.

"Ed-die, wait!" Lisa laughed at his urgency, letting Eddie back her up to the wall as he covered her mouth with kisses and pressed his raging erection against her body.

Eddie refused to wait, however. With the wall at her back, Eddie undid the knot of her shirt and exposed her magnificent breasts. Eddie sucked in his breath at the sight of them and took them into his hands.

"Eddie! What are you do-ing?" Lisa tried to cover up, shocked at the sudden turn of events.

Not to be deterred, Eddie pulled her arms apart, revealing her bountiful bosom again. "Hey, you love me, right? You invited me in, right? You knew this was coming. So what's the problem?"

"It's too soon. I'm not ready."

"Of course, you're ready. You're just scared. Trust me, baby, everything will be great."

"But, Eddie!...."

"HEY!" Eddie gave her a look that brooked no argument, then smiled when she looked down. He cupped her breasts again, surprised at their weight and firmness. He squeezed them gently, and thumbing her nipples. Then he squeezed them again, suddenly and with more force. He saw her wince, and his smiled widened. She was scared now, and, for some reason, this aroused him even further.

"I'm going to enjoy this. You're going to give me a lot of pleasure." He spoke plainly and boldly, challenging her to say something. When she didn't, he massaged her breasts for a few moments, then slipped her shirt off her shoulders. Undoing her shorts, he then hooked his thumbs into her shorts and panties and pulled them down to the floor. Taking her by the arm, he pulled her out of her shorts, ignoring her sneakers altogether, then led her by the arm to the living room sofa.

Standing in front of her, he kicked off his shoes and took off his white polo shirt and black slacks. He let her stare at the massive erection bulging her briefs, then slid them off, too, releasing his raging need. Proud of his endowments, he took a few moments to admire her body in turn, which was even more glorious in the nude.

Lisa said nothing, overwhelmed by events.

"Touch it."

Nothing.

"I said, touch it."

Still nothing.

He took her hand and placed it on his penis, pressing her fingers around it, watching her expression, grinning when she seemed hypnotized by it. He moved her hand up and down gently along his penis, making her stroke it, and watching her watch her own actions.

"See? You do like it."

Putting his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her down and said "Get on your knees." She offered no resistance, and knelt close in front of him, while Eddie sat on the couch. Eddie reached forth and put his left hand on the back of her head, pulling it toward his lap.

"Wait! Wait!..." But it was too little, too late, and Eddie wasn't listening, anyway. He forced her head down toward his crotch while holding his penis pointed at her mouth. Lisa put her hands on Eddie's thighs, trying to push herself back, but Eddie was too heavy and too strong.

Eddie forced her head down further and said "Open your mouth, and close your eyes. I'm gonna give you a BIG surprise." He felt her lips touch his penis, then part to let it pass between.

"Suck it. Come on. Taste it. You'll like it, I swear."

Eddie felt her lips close around his penis and start to suck him. He eased off some of the pressure, but kept his hand on the back of her head to let her know who was boss. He watched her head bob up and down, felt her lips tighten on his penis and her tongue press against his urethra. She reached about halfway down his penis, so Eddie pushed her head down further. He saw her eyes squeeze shut and felt her throat close up in gag reflex, and backed off a little. "No puking!"

He forced her head down again every few minutes to feel her throat again. "We're going to have to work on your throat. You know that, right?"

Lisa looked up, but said nothing.

Eddie relaxed and enjoyed her sucking for a while longer, but restrained his orgasm. This wasn't how he wanted to finish. Not this time.

Eddie pulled her up by the hair and heard her yelp. Standing up, he walked behind her, grabbed her hair once more, and threw her down to the sofa cushions. With her knees still on the floor, she was now bent at the waist and offering Eddie a spectacular view of her incredible ass.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" Lisa pleaded.

Kneeling behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders and placed his legs between hers. He forced her thighs apart and gazed at her smooth, hairless loins.

"Eddie?!..."

Why the hell was she even talking?, Eddie wondered. Continuing to ignore her, he took his penis in hand while leaving the other hand on her shoulder to hold her still. Moving his hips forward, he slid his penis into her vagina and heard her cry out. Slowly pushing further into Lisa's vagina, he gasped, enthralled by its warmth and tightness, then pulled back. Placed both hands on her hips, he thrust into her again, this time establishing a rhythm while Lisa made grunting and groaning noises with his every thrust.

Eddie worked her slowly. He knew she would come around. In the meantime, he once again admired her impressive body, running his hands over her curvy hips, her perfectly rounded buttocks, her long, firm thighs, her silky loins. He pinched her breasts, her nipples, her buttocks, and her thighs. Then he felt her moisten inside, first a little, then a lot. He thrust harder, saw her loins and thighs glisten with her own lubricant, heard the slight slapping sound every time his hips struck her thighs.

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"You like it, don't you? I knew you would. You're all hot and wet." Eddie smiled with smug satisfaction at her humiliation.

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"You're my property now. I own you. Say it."

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"Say it," he repeated.

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"You own me. I'm your property," Lisa responded.

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"I can fuck you anytime I want. Say it," Eddie told her.

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"You can fuck me anytime you want," she answered.

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"You're my little Latin sex machine."

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"I'm your little Latin sex machine."

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"Eddie?" Lisa asked. "I'm not using anything."

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Why was she even talking? he wondered. He had built up a big head of steam, and he wasn't about to quit. In fact, he enjoyed and savored her distress. Even in the worst-case scenario, a child would serve to bind her to him more closely.

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Damn, she feels so good! Eddie thought to himself. He felt the familiar surge building in his groin, his muscles tense up. He slowed down involuntarily as his penis began to twitch inside of Lisa's vagina, then the dam burst. He erupted inside of Lisa, firing his spunk again and again and again.

Eddie realized his eyes were closed and opened them. He found himself looking at her smooth back and the furrow above her spine. He was breathing hard and still gripping Lisa's hips. He was still erect inside of Lisa and moved himself around to amuse himself.

"Mmmmmm."

Eddie wasn't sure whether Lisa was trying to indicate pleasure or discomfort and didn't much care. He pulled out of Lisa slowly, making a slight sucking sound, and looked down at his slightly softened penis. He was still leaking semen. He got up, walked up to the sofa, and pulled Lisa up by the hair, ignoring her cry of pain. Moving in front of her, he sat down in front of her again and indicated his penis.

"Clean it." He leaned back as Lisa moved closer to him and watched her close her mouth on his penis again. Relaxing, he looked up casually and was startled to see a striking woman just a few feet away looking straight at him.

The woman was older, shorter, and paler than Lisa, yet almost as stunning, her figure spectacularly curvaceous in a light blue floral print dress. Her features was classically beautiful with large, dark eyes, a strong jawline, and no wrinkles whatsoever, and her hair was black, long, and straight, pulled loosely back into a ponytail.

After a few moments, Eddie realized orgasm has slowed his wits. The woman staring at him was Lisa's mother, Maria Cortez.

MARIA CORTEZ, five-feet-six-inches tall and thirty-seven years old, was the only daughter of a middle-class Mexican family, and had decided to move to the United States for the sake of her husband who followed a career in marine biology.

Raised in traditional fashion, she had been enrolled in Catholic school in Mexico City at an early age and learned all the values appropriate to a girl of her social standing. In short, she learned how to be a good daughter and a good wife, leave all the important decisions to the men in her life. Her education concerning sex consisted of principally of warnings of what not to do; otherwise, sex was simply a duty owed to her husband for the sake of procreation, not individual pleasure.

Married off as a virgin to a successful businessman promptly after graduation, Maria's world swiftly contracted to staying home, raising her daughter, and little else. After Lisa entered school, however, Maria boredom at home reached intolerable levels, and she began taking classes again.

Concentrating in real estate, she found she had a knack for it, and gained her husband's approval to go into sales, which she continued after they moved to the United States.

That particular day, Maria got home at just before one in the afternoon. Her last two clients of the day had rescheduled their appointments for the following week, so she decided to go home and relax. After swimming twenty laps around the pool in back of the house, she went upstairs, showered, and changed. Going back to the pool area, she made some business calls from a chaise lounge facing the pool, then stepped back into the house through the rear sliding glass doors. That was when she heard the voices.

Barefoot, Maria walked to the living room area. She expected her daughter Lisa to be home by then, but not company. Peeking around a wall corner, she saw her daughter and the young man Lisa had introduced to her and Pablo.

She had been impressed with Eddie's looks and physique that first day, but had, of course, kept her opinions to herself. She had been raised by her family in strict fashion and had always been expected to comport herself as a lady. Opening admiring a handsome young stranger while married was naturally out of the question.

Watching Eddie in action from hiding, though, was a different matter. Eddie had already taken off his clothes was standing naked in front of Lisa. Maria looked over the width of his shoulders, the thickness of his arms, and the tapered torso. She gazed at the powerful legs and firm buttocks. She admired the sharply etched musculature rippling and flowing under the glistening, ebony skin. Eddie Simmons might as well have been carved out of wood.

Watching Lisa stroke Eddie had been a shock. His penis was like a serpent, thick, long, and black. Maria had never seen a penis up close other than Pablo's, let alone one as dark and threatening as Eddie's. Watching it rise up under Lisa's ministrations gave Maria an unexpected thrill, prompting her to move closer to the wall to avoid detection.

See Eddie push Lisa's head down to his menacing tumescence, Maria inhaled sharply and felt light-headed for a moment. She leaned back against the wall till her head stopped swimming, then peeked around the corner again. Lisa was fellating Eddie, something that in most Latin American countries was associated with whores and degenerates. A lady never put a man's thing in her mouth. Yet her own daughter was servicing her boyfriend...her black boyfriend...in this perverted fashion. Fascinated, she watched Lisa's head bob up and down, up and down, up and down. Eddie's penis, a literal tower of strength, glistened with Lisa's saliva. And every few moments, Eddie would demonstrate his masculinity and control by pushing Lisa's head down onto his penis even further, obviously reminding her that she had some ways to go before engulfing him completely.

Maria Cortez realized she was lubricating and reached under her dress to feel her panties to confirm it. Wet with her juices. She leaned against the wall again, her breathing hard. She slowly reached into her panties and touched herself, amazed with herself. She had never done that before. It was self-abuse, a mortal sin! Yet she reached inside herself with her middle finger and felt the lubrication there. More than that, she experienced a strange sensation of warmth and desire she hadn't felt in years. Peeking around the corner again, she started to play with herself. She was unsure of herself at first, but she quickly found her rhythm and masturbated herself with increasing vigor.

By now, Lisa was bent forward, as if in supplication, but her deity had forsaken her. Eddie had mounted her from behind like an animal, shaming her again. He rammed his fearsome member into Maria's daughter without mercy or consideration. He had truly made her his woman! His bitch, as these gross Yanquis would say.

Maria started to masturbate more furiously. She had to remind herself to breathe. When Eddie grunted his climax, and poured his seed into Lisa without thought of birth control, Maria leaned back against the wall, thought of her daughter's belly swelling with the dark progeny of her ruthless black conqueror, and achieved her own release.

MARIA CORTEZ had stepped forward after recovering from her orgasm to within a few feet of her daughter and her black lover. When he saw her standing there and staring at him, he started and yelled "Oh, shit!" Lisa turned and screamed, then jumped up to grab her clothing.

"Why are you bothering? I saw everything already." She stood there feigning calmness, watching them try to cover themselves. Eddie's erection had partially subsided, but was still impressive. Maria carefully avoided looking down and held Eddie's gaze instead.

"Mrs. Cortez, I'm really sorry..."

"You're sorry you got caught. You're not sorry you fucked my daughter." Using such profanity in front of strangers was something she had never done before. She found it strangely liberating.

"Mom, I'm sorry." Lisa was talking and trying to knot up her shirt at the same time.

Maria Cortez turned to her daughter and said "Sorry? For what? Surrendering your virtue so easily? Disgracing your family? Letting a man you hardly know plant his seed in your womb?"

"Mom, please..." Lisa was pleading, tears in her eyes.

Maria looked her in the eye without sympathy. "Clean yourself up. I don't want your father to see how far you've fallen. Then to go your room, and stay there till I come up to see you. I have some words for your lover here." Maria had to make an effort to keep her voice from quavering.

Maria watched her daughter vanish up the stairs and turned back to Eddie who had pulled on her polo shirt, pants, and undershorts and was getting his socks and shoes together.

"Stop," she said. Eddie straightened up and looked back at her. "Take it off." Eddie stared at her, unsure of what to do. "Take off your clothes."

"Say what?"

"Take off your clothes. I've already seen everything you've got."

She saw him hesitate, then carefully strip off his clothing. She watched carefully, enjoying the sight of his muscles and tendons moving under the skin. When he was done, he smiled tightly at her, defiant in his nakedness.

She stepped closer to him and looked him up and down without saying a word. Did all black men smell that good? She refocused her concentration and settled her gaze on his crotch. Reaching forward with her left hand, she took hold of his penis. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, but remained silent. If her family could have seen her then, they would have been scandalized! They would have disowned her! She was engaged in the most shameful behavior imaginable! 

Nevertheless, she held onto his penis, squeezing it slowly but firmly. Eddie swallowed but otherwise did nothing. Encouraged, she loosened her grip, then tightened it again, feeling the pulsating organ move in her hand as if of its own accord. It was so hot! She thought it might scorch her. She watched it expand in her hand, felt it grow even hotter. She saw the skin stretch out, the glans emerge from its hood, the veins grow more prominent.

"This is what you fed to my daughter?" she asked.

"Yeah." He obviously saw no point in denying the obvious.




Generation Gap



"How many others?"

"A few."

"Mexican?"

"American. White, mostly."

"Did you force them?"

"No, they wanted it."

"I'm not surprised. White girls here are promiscuous and over-sexed. They have no self-respect. And my daughter?"

"She was into it."

"It looked like rape to me." She squeezed his penis again, felt it pulse and twitch.

"And this looks like a set-up."

She looked at the penis in her hand and stroked it slowly, marveling at its growth. Then she slid her hand up his penis and reached between his legs, shocking herself with her own actions. Suppressing a shiver of delight, she cradled his scrotum, gently squeezing his testicles, thrilling to their size. "Your balls are so big. They must produce a lot of testosterone. And a lot of semen. How many girls have you gotten pregnant?"

"None. They used protection."

"Of course they did. They're whores. And you use them like whores. You think you can do whatever you want to any girl you want. I bet you think you can do whatever you want with me, too." She squeezed his testicles again and heard Eddie suck in air. Her heart was pounding harder. "You want to feed this to me, don't you?"

Eddie hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "Hell, yeah, I'd like to feed that to you."

Barely able to hear her thoughts over her heartbeat, Maria went on. "You want to fuck my mouth, don't you? You want to push me to my knees and fuck me in my mouth."

Taking his cue, Eddie grabbed her shoulders over her dress and indeed forced her to kneel. Placing her hands on his hips for balance, Maria stared at the massive erection in front of her, which, for all the world, looked like a living weapon. "Cock" as a word for penis undoubtedly came from its original reference to a rooster, which by definition was male. The organ jutting shamelessly toward her was the very symbol of masculinity and maleness. It demanded submission and tribute, in violation of all known decency. It was no wonder undisciplined Yanqui girls were so quick to bend the knee.

Overwhelmed, Maria let him grab a clump of hair at the back of her head with his left hand and pull it toward him, causing her to put her hands on his hips for balance. With his other hand, he pointed his penis...his cock...at her mouth. She shivered in anticipation and saw Eddie thrust his pelvis... and his cock...forward toward Maria, arching his back. Offering only token resistance, Maria gaped her mouth and felt his cock slide over her lips and tongue.

The sensation...the experience of it was incredible! The aroma, the texture, the heat, the firmness and resilience of Eddie's cock threatened to engulf her. She barely felt Eddie place his hands on either side of her head. She ran her tongue over the glans, outlining its ridge, then under the urethra, following the tube along its length. She felt him pull back and thrust again, then again. Back and forth, he went, back and forth, back and forth.

He was actually doing it! Eddie was actually raping her! Using her as the lowest kind of prostitute! Defiling her in the most degrading manner possible, with a bastardization of a kiss! She was disgraced now! Utterly dishonored! She felt the wetness in her crotch again and began to rub her thighs together.

There no point in resisting, so she sucked in her cheeks and sealed her lips around the hot shaft, listening to the soft, wet sounds of his throbbing lust sliding in and out of her mouth.

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She realized her eyes were closed and opened them, taking in Eddie's splendid form yet again. She slid eager hands to his pelvis, then moved them up his belly, tracing the abdominal muscles that stood out so boldly. From there, she moved her hands down over his firm thighs, then around to his superb buttocks, squeezing them eagerly.

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She had a thought then. Her own daughter was still upstairs waiting for her. She had to finish what she was doing before she was discovered and publicly shamed in front of her family. Maria imagined for a moment what people would say if word broke out. She would be humiliated beyond all redemption. Women would sneer, and men would leer at her. Maria rubbed her thighs together even harder.

Gripping Eddie's buttocks, she forced her head further along his rigid length, trying to force as much as possible into her mouth. She quickened her tempo and tightened her lips around his shaft. She rubbed her tongue against the urethra. She drew her lips across the sensitive head with every stroke. Eddie barely maintained his hands on her head. Finally she slid one hand the base of Eddie's cock and brought the other between his legs, taking his balls in hand once more. Eddie hesitated in surprise for a moment, and Maria slipped his cock out of her mouth. Then she leaned forward and proceeded to lovingly lick Eddie's balls, grooming them one at a time. Eddie staggered, and Maria could tell he was close to climax. When she felt an twitch at the base of his cock, she slipped it into her mouth again, sucking it greedily. She felt his semen surge out of his cock into her mouth and was surprised at how sweet it tasted. She enjoyed swallowing it more than she would have expected to! She continued to suck him, drawing out his orgasm. Eddie swayed on his feet, unable to speak. Maria milked his cock till it was completely drained then sat back on her haunches.

Eddie fell back on the couch, eyes glazed. Maria's eyes were bright. Maria had almost swooned with the intimacy of their intercourse. Could Yanqui strumpets have known something she had not? Or was she simply no better than they were, wantonly indulging mens' carnal desires? Yes, that had to be it. Maria Cortez was a harlot who deserved whatever she got. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin.

"I suppose you're satisfied for now?" She saw him nod after a moment. "Are you going to pass me around to your friends and make me satisfy them?" She saw him smile, and she shivered in anticipation. "You should go now before my husband gets home." Maria got up and sought out her purse. She reached inside and pulled out her business cards. Walking back to Eddie, who had just finished putting on his shoes, she handed him a card. "Call me later."

LISA CORTEZ was beside herself. She had showered and changed and was waiting for her mother to show so they could talk. She had no idea what her mother was saying to Eddie, and not hearing what was going on was almost more frightening than hearing her mother yelling and screaming. She was tempted to go out and eavesdrop, but she did not dare step out of her room in case her mother saw her.

After endless pacing, her mother entered her room. She had apparently washed up, and Lisa wondered if this was simply to cool off her temper. Lisa sat on her bed, while her mother remained standing, facing her.

"Lisa," her mother said, "I won't tell your father what happened. He can never find out how you debased yourself. He would disown you and tell the rest of the family how you disgraced our family."

"Mo-om!" Lisa felt the blood drain from her face.

"Take responsibility for your actions. You let a boy on and provoked him. Can you imagine what will happen if you get pregnant by him? Abortion is a sin, Lisa. You would have to bear his bastard child. It's bad enough he's probably telling all of his friends how easy you are."

"He's not like that!" Now she felt her face get hot from embarrassment.

"You don't know that. Face facts, Lisa. You've put our entire social standing at risk in this town. So you have to make sure it doesn't get out of hand."

"But how?"

"Keep him quiet."

"How?"

"I don't care how. Just take care of it. Keep him quiet. Keep him happy."

Lisa sat open-mouthed on her bed, confused.

"Happy?" Lisa asked.

"So he won't talk. You think you know him better than I do. Figure it out." She turned to the door. "I going to fix dinner. I'll see you then." Moments later, she stepped out the door.

To be continued



Generation Gap Closed



Sexy mom, daughter and friend use their legs on unwilling victim – and each other! Loads of crushing scissors, abuse and nasty ballbusting at the end!

Les was sitting in the chair talking to her daughter, Amanda, who was sitting on the couch with her friend, Clarissa. The two teen girls were looking hot in this cold time of year, the week before Christmas. Clarissa, a big, raw-boned athletic blonde wore a long black skirt slit up the front, mid-calf heavy gray socks and sandals, while Amanda, a gorgeous, willowy blonde, had on mid-thigh baggy khaki shorts, short black socks and shoes. Les was in capri pants, her slender yet muscular calves showing nicely. It was an all-leg kinda night. And it would get better for legs, worse for me.

“So, what have you got to be thankful for this Christmas?” Les said, sipping her wine. I could tell by the look in her brown eyes that the beautiful, 51-year-old blonde was feeling the effects of the wine, her third glass.

“Well, I’m happy I got rid of my asshole boyfriend, Bobby,” Amanda growled, then looking at Clarissa, adding “and I have Clarissa here to thank for showing me how to get my message across to that loser that I didn’t want him in my life anymore.”

Clarissa smiled and looked down at her legs. The skirt slit up to mid-thigh, the creamy white flesh etched in muscle. Both girls were star athletes in their freshman year of college. I looked hard at Clarissa’s and Amanda’s legs and looked away, not wanting to appear like a dirty old man.

“How did she do that, honey?” Les asked, bouncing her crossed top leg, the meat of her shin creased along the bulk of her sexy calf muscle below a knobby knee.

“With these, Mom!” Amanda laughed, leaning over to slap Clarissa’s beefy thigh. “She showed me how to use my legs to punish a man and did I ever punish that asshole Bobby in MY legs!”

“Really?” Les said, eyes widening as she eyed her daughter’s legs and Clarissa’s. “How so?”

“Well, Mrs. B., it’s easy,” Clarissa said. “I use my legs like scissors on whoever I want to hurt, in fact when you do that it’s called a scissor hold. You don’t need big, muscular legs like mine to do damage, either, you just have to know how to lock on and squeeze!”

“Do tell,” Les said, sitting back, bouncing that leg more eagerly now. “That sounds sexy as hell…is it sexy? Does it, you know, get you excited?”

“Shit, yeah,” Amanda hissed, rubbing Clarissa’s thigh now in more than a friendly way. “Wicked excited…”

She leaned over and gave Clarissa a kiss on the lips, a quick peck. Les leaned forward, eager to learn more.

“Show me girls, show me this scissor hold thing,” she hissed.

“We need a victim,” Amanda said.

The three of them looked at me.

“Uh, no, I don’t think…” I said, getting up.

“Tough shit, you are IT!” Amanda screamed, leaping up to scoop me in a tight side headlock, her lean but powerful arm cutting into my skull.

“Spread those gams, girl!” Amanda yelled to Clarissa.

Clarissa spread her big legs, hoisting her skirt aside with Les’s help, who now sat by her side pulling the skirt apart. Clarissa’s big, blonde legs were etched in muscle, honed from years of sports and I guessed scissoring. Amanda flipped me over her hip and I landed on my ass in front of Clarissa, the back of my head against her thonged crotch and like a steely, fleshy mousetrap, the big thighs slammed shut. She crossed up her socked calves and bore down, the pressure instant, intense and painful, the thick ropes of her inner thighs slicing into my skull.

“Holy shit, his head is red!” Les yelled, rubbing Clarissa’s big thighs as they squeezed me. “Fucking amazing! Squeeze him harder!!”

“Please…Clarissa…you’re killing me!” I screamed, pawing at the big legs that held me.

“Ma, watch this, a double scissor hold,” Amanda hissed, slithering to my side and hoisting up her shorts to her crotch and latching her sinewy thighs around my guts. “This is a bodyscissors!”

The two girls put intense pressure on me, Clarissa’s big thighs swallowing my screaming head, Amanda’s lean, rugged thighs slicing my guts in half. Les stood up and quickly peeled off her pants, standing in black bra and top. She squatted next to Amanda, her own thighs etched in middle-aged sexy muscle.

“Do you think these legs could do some scissors damage, honey?” Les growled, holding her daughter’s head in her hands, inches from her legs.

“Mmmm, yeah, mommy, I bet they could,” Amanda hissed, leaning forward to plant sloppy, wet kisses all over her mother’s lithe legs.

“Yeah, baby, like that, just like that, lick Mommy’s legs…thatta girl…God, you’ve always turned me on!” Les yelped, head back.

“Mmmm, Mrs. B., you are SO fucking sexy,” Clarissa growled, thundering her thunderous thighs on my head as she watched Amanda oralize her mother’s sexy thighs. “Lay down and let Amanda show you what else I taught her!”

“Gladly, honey, then I’m comin’ to get you,” Les moaned, slipping out of her small panties and laying down, spreading her legs.

“God, Mom, you don’t trim do you?” Amanda laughed, running her slender fingers through her mother’s very hairy bush. “Shit, this is so fucking sexy…”

And then she buried her face in her mother’s snatch, lapping and sucking and chewing the woman meat, pulling the lips apart and honing in on Les’s slimy clit, licking and flipping it with her teen-girl tongue. Les put her head back and moaned, lifting her legs up to accommodate her daughter’s sucking head.

“Scissor her, Mrs. B., scissor Amanda’s head while she eats your cunt!’ Clarissa roared, squeezing me so hard now I thought I’d pass out. “She fucking LOVES to be scissored when she’s lapping my cunt!”

And Les did, latching her thinnish but rugged thighs on her daughter’s head and grinding out a brutal, hard orgasm, scissoring Amanda’s head so hard the girl’s face turned blue and she released the bodyscissors from me. By the time Les finished coming, Amanda was moaning in pain and pleasure and was very nearly out. Les finally relaxed her lean legs and unlocked them. Amanda’s head slumped to the floor and Les looked down, frightened.

“Shit, honey, you OK?” she yelled, kneeling before her groaning daughter.

“Yeah, she’s fine, but you almost did knock her out in your scissors, Mrs. B., I’m so proud of you!” Clarissa hissed, thundering her big legs on my head.

Amanda flipped to her back, smiling but groggy, her face awash in her mother’s copious cum juices. She pulled her mom’s head down and the two women locked lips, tongues flashing into each other’s mouths, the obscene sucking noises filling the otherwise quiet air.

“Mmmm, Mom, can ya taste your pussy?” Amanda growled, sucking her mom’s long tongue like a cock.

“Oh, yeah, baby, tastes so fucking nasty,” Les hissed, lapping her daughter’s chin and cheeks in search of more of her own cunny fluids.

“Hey, what about me?” Clarissa laughed.

“I told you I was coming to get you,” Les growled, hitting her knees before the big blonde. “Now let that fucker go and I’ll eat you until you can’t take anymore!”

The girls squealed and Clarissa finally unlocked her mammoth legs so Les could whip off the blonde’s panties and bury her sucking face into the moist mass of Clarissa’s thick bush. Amanda quickly took me in a headscissors on the floor, sitting back and squeezing me in her lean thighs while watching her mom eat out her best friend’s cunt.

“Oh, goddam, Mrs. B., you are soooooooooo fucking good at licking pussy!” Clarissa growled, slamming her beefy thighs on the older woman’s face as she ground out an orgasm. “Gonna headscissor you while I cum!!!”

“Yesssssssssss!” Les screamed in pain and pleasure as she felt Clarissa’s giant thighs quiver and quake in orgasmic relief.

“Fuck, Mom, you really do eat pussy great….how’s about eating your little girl’s?” Amanda giggled from the floor.

She released me from her headscissors and spread her lean legs so Les could nuzzle her moaning mouth into her daughter’s trimmed but soaking wet bush, lapping instantly and deeply before sucking the engorged clit into her mouth and dribbling it with her tongue. Amanda stiffened and put her mom in a quick, grinding headscissors as she came, bathing her face in her teen-girl cuntal flow. Amanda’s thighs bulged nicely with thin but powerful muscle and Les’s face turned red and then blue as she was seconds away from being scissored unconscious.

“Do it!” Les screamed from the mulch of her daughter’s gushing cunt. “Knock me out in your headscissors, I wanna feel what it’s like!!”

So Amanda squeezed hard, laughing, and Les went out like a light. Amanda let go and her mom slumped to the floor. Seconds later, she came around, a dreamy look on her face.

“Fuck, Amanda, that was so sexy, it was like I was coming out of a dream, a wonderful dream of your cunt and your thighs and your scissors,” Les sighed, struggling to recover and sit up against the couch where Clarissa now embraced her in a headscissors, squeezing Les’s head in her big, rugged thighs. “Yeah, Clarissa, take ME out, too!”

In less than 10 seconds, Les was out again, this time a victim of Clarissa’s rock-hard thighs, the adductors slicing into her neck and shutting down the blood flow to her brain. 

“Time for a daisy chain headscissors!” Amanda shrieked, jumping to her feet and arranging the women on the floor. “Go for the knockouts!!”

The bizarre scene unfolded before me as I sat back in my chair, watching. All three women lay on their sides; Amanda took her mother’s face up her ass for a reverse facescissors while Les did the same to Clarissa and Clarissa embraced Amanda’s face in her giant thighs. The three women hunkered down and started squeezing, their faces going red and then blue as thighs thickened, calves locked and asses swelled in scissoring splendor.

In less than a minute, all three women were knocked out cold, each having scissored the other one out in an amazing triple-scissor scene of thigh-throbbing frenzy. It took them all a full minute or so to recover, thighs still on their heads loosely. Amanda laughed and got to her feet, facing me, as the other women slowly got up and sat on the couch.

“I’m the first one up, so I get first dibs on him,” she growled. “You, take off your pants and shorts!”

I gulped and obeyed, standing to slip out of my clothes and standing naked before Amanda, my cock hard. She laughed.

“Mom, this is IT?” she laughed. “Good grief, you have to put up with that?”

“Well, no, not really, I fuck other guys, too, with much bigger peckers than his,” Les laughed, sipping her wine in one hand, frigging Clarissa’s cunt with the other. “He just never knew it until now!”

“You bitch!” I roared, advancing toward Les.

Instantly, Amanda’s socked foot lashed out and caught me full in the nuts, knocking me off me feet and to my back where I rolled up in a ball on the floor, holding my wounded ‘nads. The women roared with laughter.

“Ever do any ballbusting, Mom?” Amanda asked her mother, brutally kicking me in the nuts after pushing my hands away. “Watch what I can make him do!”

Amanda stomped my nuts with her socked feet for a few minutes more before making me stand up as she sat in a chair. My cock was amazingly still hard. She laughed and drilled her elbow back into my balls. I doubled over in pain.

“Whack off,” she growled. “You heard me, take that pathetic prick in your hands and jerk off! NOW! While I do THIS!!”

She elbowed me in the nuts again, over and over, as I tried my best to stroke my prick. The combination of pain and pleasure mounted as I picked up the pace, beating my meat furiously while Amanda repeatedly pummeled my balls by driving her elbow back into them as she sat in the chair, I standing next to her.

“Cum, you shithead, come while I beat your fucking balls!” Amanda shrieked.

And I did, incredibly, jetting out a huge load as Amanda’s skinny elbow repeatedly smashed into my cum-laden balls, thick wads of my spew gushing out and coating her punishing arm from wrist to elbow, another few splatters landing on the muscled length of her rugged thigh. When I stopped beating off, Amanda stopped beating my balls, holding up her cum-stained arm and pointing to her cummy thigh as Les and Clarissa roared with laughter.

“Fucking amazing, honey, you made him cum while beating his nuts!” Les yelled. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“And I KNOW you’ve never seen anything like this!” Amanda growled. “Clarissa, put him in those legs!”

Clarissa grabbed me and scooped me back to the couch for a straight headscissors, her rugged thighs bubbling in muscle to engulf my head and face. Amanda scooted in next to her mom and offered me her cum-soaked arm.

“Lick, boy,” she hissed. “Lick that cum!”

Les groaned and fingered her hot, hairy cunt as Amanda scraped her cummy arm clean on my mouth, rubbing it in with her fingers and making me eat every drop. After she was through, she yanked me from Clarissa’s headscissors to put me in her own, the cum on her muscular young thigh inches from my face.

“Lick that shit off my thigh, now, or I’ll scissor you out like a fucking light!”

I turned my head to the side and snaked my tongue into the now cold, clammy goop on Amanda’s thigh, sucking the soup off as best I could and swallowing it as she maintained her scissor grip. When it was clean, she popped my head back into her thighs and redoubled her scissoring effort.

“Fuck it, I lied, you’re going out anyway!” she screamed. “Clarissa, take his guts in a bodyscissors, Mom, sit on his face and make him lick your asshole!”

Clarissa’s big gams tore into my belly as she laced her thighs around me on the floor and my vision and breath left me as Les backed her thin but rugged ass onto my face that was held up in the clamp of her daughter’s leggy grip. My cummy face was buried in Les’s ass and my tongue slithered out to service her hairy shitchute, digging deeply into her suffocating butt ring as she ground her slim hips to take me deeper.

“Fuck, Amanda, I didn’t know getting my asshole eaten could be this good!” Les hissed, frigging her pussy with one hand while leaning back to twist Amanda’s nipples in the other. “Don’t headscissor him out yet, I want to use his face more!”

“Sure thing, Mom,” Amanda laughed.

For five tortured minutes, my head was squeezed blue in Amanda’s thighs, my guts burned in Clarissa’s scissors and my face was literally buried deep up Les’s ass, my tongue scouring her shitter walls and tasting her bitter ass fluids. When Les finally snapped out an orgasm, a mere twitch of Amanda’s thighs was all it took to knock me out cold. And when I came to, I saw Les sitting on the couch, both Amanda’s and Clarissa’s heads scissored in her tight, middle-aged thighs as the girls took turns lapping at the older woman’s hairy snatch.

“Get dressed and get out,” she growled at me, “before all three of us scissor you into the next lifetime!”

I obeyed, ashamed, and headed for the door, with Les hollering after me, “These girls have given me the best Christmas present ever, better still cause I’m getting rid of you, loser!”

Les’s laughter cut me to the core as did the giggles of the two girls lashed between her thighs…