0 comments/  51862 views/  5 favorites

Playing Games

By: HarveyMarcus



Playing Games or While The Dick's Away, The Jane Will Play (Games)

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

* * * * * * * * * * 

This story is yet another outlier, not a part of the ongoing saga of "Service With A Smile" or any of the other tales in progress.

The inspiration: After I played a Wii for the first time, coupled with my erotically-oriented mentality, I wondered what would happen if someone developed a sex game? And who better to test it out than Mr. Marcus?

* * * * * * * * * * 

Because of my effective communication skills and pleasant demeanor, and because my boss likes to dump "special projects" on me in addition to my normal duties, I worked last year with a college senior intern. Andy was quite bright, articulate and not bad looking. He reminded me of me - when I was younger. After he graduated, he got a great gig with a national company whose headquarters was out-of-state. North Carolina, I think. Unfortunately, that left his now-junior year girlfriend stranded here while he was away. On his frequent trips back to the Midwest, we'd chat briefly. After all, Andy wanted to spend most of his time catching up with Cassie. Which meant fucking until they were both exhausted. Andy fessed up once, when he looked like he'd caught the flu. It was actually sexual exhaustion.

Andy had shown Cassie off a few times, when she stopped by our office for a lunch date with him, or when she picked him up after work. But we never spent any time together. I barely recognized her when she showed up at my office door one night, just at quitting time. Anyone would call her "the girl next door," dark brown tight curls bobbing as she tilted her head, a cute face with tiny nose, black bellbottom slacks, and a yellow blouse with darts where breasts would normally be. Did I mention she's flat as a pancake?

"Hi." Her face was radiant, with a contagious smile. "Remember me?"

"Of course." My lack of skill with names choked off a reply. Then it clicked. "Carrie?"

"Cassie." Her face turned red, as if me forgetting her name was her fault. 

"What's up? Is Andy back in town?" Maybe she was planning to escort us on a triple date. Not a date really, just three of us at dinner.

"Nope. He's still down south. I miss him so much." She hugged herself and crossed one foot over the other. "Andy talks about you all the time. You two are close, right? You had dinner together sometimes?"

"Yep. We enjoyed talking about all sorts of things." Andy had a particularly good grasp of technical concepts. We'd spend hours lingering over a meal, just to chat about technical stuff, like human-machine interfaces and artificial intelligence. Never about Cassie, come to think of it.

"Really? Then maybe, you know, we could go out. For a movie, I mean? Or dinner? Or order in." She had this lost puppy expression in her otherwise bright blue eyes. "I'm kind of lonesome." Her arms remained wrapped around her slender torso.

I stood up from behind my desk and considered my reply. Harriett was away - again - and my only plans were surfing for new porn online, or maybe breaking out Zenellis's hard disk drives, building a RAID array, and surfing the father-with-different-daughter videos from the Wisconsin conference. My curiosity about those captured scenes had become stronger with time. I liked Andy too much to do anything sexual with Cassie, and I decided I could use the company.

Before I could agree, Cassie spoke, "We don't even have to go out," she pleaded. "We can stay in. I can do popcorn and everything."

It was the "do everything" I was scared of. Could I control myself, alone, with an obviously horny young woman? The only saving grace, despite Cassie's cute face, was her missing chest. Checking out her tits left me limp. If I concentrated on that part of her anatomy, I'd never achieve an erection. "Sure, why not? A friend of a friend is a friend."

"Wow. Did you make that up, just now?" Her eyes were wide with anticipation.

"Nah, I probably heard it somewhere."

"Andy has a huge DVD collection. How about we go to his place? He told me he got a new flat screen TV, but I haven't seen it. It showed up just before he left. We can order in."

Flat screen, flat chest. A perfect flat couple. "Fine." I grabbed my suit coat, slung it over my shoulder and followed Cassie to the elevator. She sure knew how to wiggle her hips. Think tits, I coached myself, not ass.

Cassie and I drove to Andy's condo in my car. In profile, she continued to show no depth of chest.

"Nice coupe? Is it new?" she asked.

"Two years old."

"It even smells new." She leaned towards the dashboard and sniffed. No overhang from her bosom. Great!

The building was about eight stories tall with clean, modern lobby. I'd always met Andy at our mutual choice of restaurants. On occasion, I'd drop him off, but I'd never been inside. "Nice place."

"Yeah, his uncle owns it and rents it to him for almost nothing."

A short elevator ride put us on the third floor. A wrapped box sat at the door to Andy's place. Cassie bent over and picked it up. I tried to ignore another of those repetitive ass shots. She scowled at the addressing. "To Andy from Keiko. Bitch!" Cassie put her hand to her mouth, as if she was embarrassed to use the word in front of me, or out loud, or both. "Keiko lives in my house. She's been after Andy ever since she met him at one of our parties."

Evidently Cassie was a sorority girl, with sisters who were acting anything but sisterly. After Cassie unlocked the door, she tossed the package on an entry shelf fitted with coat hooks. The apartment was overly warm. "For a smart guy, Andy can be sooo stupid." She confronted an electronic thermostat. "The jerk locked it. Sorry. Make yourself comfy."

Andy must have set it before he left, during an obnoxious cold snap. She shed her jacket. I did the same. I caught Cassie glancing at the package on the entry shelf. She rubbed her hands, as if they were itching to open it. It certainly wasn't to remove a chill. 

"How about that movie?" She fingered the DVD cases on shelves that covered an entire wall. "Hmmm. American Pie, unrated version. I didn't know Andy had this."

From a nearby table littered with carryout glossies, she tossed me a folded pizza parlor brochure, and then her cell phone. "Spinach and mushroom for me." I've never carried a cell phone, and never will. No one needs to contact me that urgently. I called in an order for a large half-sausage/half-spinach, with mushrooms across the whole thing.

I waited for Cassie to make the promised microwave popcorn before I put the DVD in Andy's player. My stomach growled, and not from hunger. Watching an unrated version of an overtly sexual movie was not smart, but objecting to Cassie's choice would raise the issue of "Why not?" and then I'd have to confront the issue out in the open, also dangerous. Better to just let the fantasy play out on-screen and behave myself.

When Cassie returned with popcorn in a big bowl for us to share, I hit PLAY. The wide screen was stunning, with a crystal-clear picture. Almost too clear, too detailed. The popcorn was the extra butter kind. Our hands slid against each other in the bowl. The frequency of contact was too high to be accidental. Cassie was timing her grabs. Each time I reached in, so did she, massaging my fingers instead of grabbing popcorn. Somehow, we ended up holding hands, slippery hands. I released and extracted my hand from the bowl. I couldn't help myself and licked the yellow coating from my fingers. Cassie followed suit and giggled. This was fun for her, and pleasant for me too. Pretty soon we were licking our fingers after each sampling.

When my eyes returned to the screen, I sat upright. The movie had reached the scene where the buxom female strips in the stupid kid's bedroom and the stupid kid watches from another friend's house via a webcam. The jerk could have been in his bedroom, witnessing the display in person, or maybe even scoring with the excited female, but noooo, watching it remotely with his buddies was some nerdy version of erotic. In the regular theater version, the camera cuts away after she unhooks her bra, but in this unrated one, the bra explodes off her massive chest. What tits!

Cassie yanked her hand from the bowl and fumbled with the control. It slipped from her grasp. She got down on her hands and knees, ass waving. She finally got it in hand and frantically pressed buttons. She must have hit pause because the image froze on the screen - large succulent tits with pointy nipples. Cassie was like a deer in headlights, as immobile as the photo on the screen. More button pushing turned the screen black. Cassie's face was bright red. "I had no idea-"

Cassie was obviously quite embarrassed. 

"I should go." I shifted my weight to stand.

"No, wait. Don't leave. Not now." She put one hand on my shoulder and one on my knee. That was just enough to unbalance me and plant me on the couch. "It's just that I'm sensitive about, you know, these." She put her hands where there should have been tits. Again, she glanced at Andy's gift from Keiko. When she dropped her hands, handprints remained. She glanced at my groin. "Oh my God. I've stained your clothes."

Dark patches the shape of her fingers and palm decorated my pant leg. I couldn't see my shoulder, but expected the same.

"The least I can do is wash them. Take off your shirt and pants."

The dilemma: get undressed and risk something with Andy's girl or come home with a young girl's hand prints on my clothes, stains I had no clue how to remove. "You sure you can get these out?"

"Absolutely. I'm taking advanced chemistry."

What that had to do with stain removal, I couldn't guess, but she seemed confident. I stripped down to undershirt and boxers under her intense watch. I felt silly putting shoes and socks back on, so I didn't. When I handed her my shirt and pants, she smiled. "At least you'll be cooler."

I was still quite warm, as much from embarrassment as the apartment's environment.

Cassie's face brightened. "I know! Andy bought a Wii."

"A what?"

"It's the hottest game console." She tossed my shirt and pants down next to the couch. 

Snippets of information came back to me. I'd read a news item that some folks using the Wii controller, kind of a stick with a wrist strap, accidentally chucked the things at walls, out windows or at other people when the wrist strap broke. "I'm not much into games." No way my clothes were going to get clean, lying in a heap.

"But this is different. Come on, just try once. Bowling? Baseball?"

The thought of dating vernacular got me flustered. First base? Third base? A home run? I shook my head. She took that to mean 'no.'

"Boxing?" she asked.

"I could never lay a hand on you." I could, but my conscience would never allow it.

"Tennis?"

I tired of the recreational inquisition. "Fine."

Cassie showed me how to hold the stick, and what the buttons did. Then I spent fifteen minutes creating my character, the one that would appear in the games. I tried to match my hairstyle and clothing preferences. Cassie already had a persona loaded on the machine. It looked like her, at least a little. On screen, it was flat-chested too.

Cassie kept turning her head away from the screen. Because of her fixation with Andy's gift from Keiko, I won the match handily, despite Cassie's previous experience and my beginnership. Surprisingly, the amount of physical exertion to play pretend tennis was draining, maybe even more than real tennis, although that had never been my sport. The place was even warmer after our match. 

The doorbell announced the arrival of our flat round repast. 

"Let me get it," she said. "You're not dressed."

In my t-shirt and boxers, she was right. Normally I'd be wearing jockey briefs, but I hadn't done laundry while Harriett was gone, so all of my normal underwear was wilting in the basement. The boxers were an ancient gift from Harriett. Fortunately, it covered my dick better than jockeys.

Cassie answered the door and paid for our dinner.

"You didn't have to do that," I said.

"Do what?" She scratched her head and mumbled. "Your share is $12. I'm a big tipper."

I'd emptied my pockets onto the dining room table when I gave her my pants so I paid her back immediately. I make a habit of not being in debt. We sat at the table, taking slices from our respective sides of the pizza.

Cassie fetched an open two-liter bottle of soda from Andy's fridge. No pressure on her blouse as she bent and poured two glasses. The diet soda was also flat, perhaps because the bottle had been open in Andy's fridge, and he'd been gone - how long? - a week. From my vantage point at the table, I spied Andy's toolbox, a six-drawer green metal cupboard for all of his tools. Andy bragged that there wasn't a tool he didn't own. It sounded like Cassie believed Andy's tool was hers and hers alone. No sharing with Keiko or anyone else.

Cassie looked up from a meatless slice. "So, tell me, when you were dating, did you have one girl?" 

One at a time, usually. "I dated around. Why?"

"But when you met your wife, was that exclusive? I mean, after you got serious?"

"Yes. Her and her alone." Harriett was a real prick teaser, too. Barely played around with me. Made her seem more exciting than she was. I had no idea she wasn't being coy, just reluctant. Boy, was I a sucker.

"Andy and I are like that. Serious. We make love every night. Which is why," she stared back at the entry shelf, "Andy getting a gift from that slut upsets me so." Her hung her head. "And she's one of my sisters!" Then her body began to bounce with deep sobs.

The crying got progressively worse. I stood and came around the back of her chair. Rubbing her shoulders didn't work, but it did get her attention. She stood and faced me. The dark curls hung limp around her face. I took her in my arms to comfort her. She looked up with pleading eyes. She leaned in and tilted her face up, positioning herself for a kiss, our lips just inches away. Nope, I wasn't going there.

"I'm soooo lonely." Her voice was breathy, sensual, in sharp contrast to her girl next-door look. Her forehead was dotted with beads of perspiration. Her eyes were shut, her lips puckered. 

She was hot, at least, physically - and maybe that other way too. I checked out her chest to calm myself.

After waiting for what seemed to be an eternity, she opened her eyes. It must have clicked that I wasn't going to kiss her. Or anything else. "I don't know about you, but I'm boiling. Do you mind if I change?" she asked.

"Into what? Do you have clothes here?"

"Sure, for when I stay over. Don't you think we do that? We're a couple." 

I needed to repeat that fact to myself. I liked Andy too much to mess with his girl. "Go on. You look like you're about to faint."

She walked towards the front door, as if drawn to Keiko's package, then made a sharp turn to what I suspected was Andy's bedroom.

Cassie returned in a strapless six-inch band of thin blue material that acted as a tube top and a pair of matching panties. All of the important parts were covered, thank God, but there was still a lot of skin showing. With no tits, the band lay flat. "No worse than a bikini, right?"

I hadn't stopped wiping my brow of sweat ever since we'd arrived. Cassie's outfit didn't help. "Yeah, sure." I refused to think about Cassie in a sexual manner. She was Andy's girlfriend. I was doing nothing but keeping her company. My dick had other ideas and got a bit inflated, but nothing my boxers couldn't hide.

"I can't stand it!" Cassie bolted to the shelf. Her panties clung to her round buttocks as she jogged. Paper flew in shreds. She ripped open an envelope attached to the plain brown cardboard and held up the contents. "Dear Andy, Thanks for last Friday night." Cassie looked up. "Andy said he was at a poker game on Friday. Boy's night out, he said." She continued reading. "Playing around with you was great - she spelled it G-R and the number eight." Cassie's face was red. "I got this sneak preview of a brand new game. Maybe we - she spelled it Wii - can play around some more, soon. XOXO, Keiko." Cassie threw the plastic cartridge onto the table. "Who the fuck does she think she is?"

This time, no remorse for swearing.

The game cartridge had a big sticker on the front, BETA 3.1, but no branding. I read the prose on the back sticker out loud. "Barbey Island Rescue. Barbey is stranded on a deserted island. As Kenny, rescue her and earn your rewards. The faster you save her, the hotter the action. Rated X. Not for under 18."

Cassie was still red-faced. "The last thing I need is a game starring some overstacked bimbo."

"Tits don't matter," I said. 'It's what's inside." I pointed to my heart and then to my head.

"Really? That's so sweet." Cassie's smile returned in slow motion. "Okay, let's try it."

Huh? Cassie and I playing an X-rated video game? Bad idea, but how to refuse without divulging the root cause of my reluctance? My root was still flaccid, thank goodness. "I don't have much experience."

"Please?" Cassie batted her eyelashes.

It's only a video game. How bad could X be with cartoon characters? "Okay, one time."

I sat back as Cassie bent over to insert the cartridge. Without her clothes, her body was on display: thin waist, full hips and two round ass cheeks peeking out of her blue panties with lace trim. Any movement seemed to cause her panties to crawl up into her crack. My dick inflated involuntarily, just a bit more.

Despite the fact that we'd both created avatars, screen personas, this game wanted more information. For Cassie's character, it asked for breast size.

"Great! Since I'm pretending to be Barbey, I'll make myself a little bigger." Cassie specified a busty 38C.

A little? I used my controller to specify my character. The game asked for a new attribute for me as well - penis length. I clicked on the arrow until the number read "8."

"Good, we've both exaggerated."

"I didn't." Shit, did I say that out loud?

Cassie swallowed hard and sneaked a covert peek at my crotch before she handed me my controller.

A digital counter in the corner of the screen appeared to limit the time to solve the puzzles and save Barbey. I pressed START. "PHASE ONE BEGIN" appeared on the screen. My cartoon avatar stood on the beach of an island. A forest of trees began behind the beach, blocking the view of the island's interior. On the ground a few feet away was a large ax. As I moved with the controller, my on-screen body pivoted. The timer began a second by second countdown. A mechanical metal mouse scooted up to me and stopped at my foot. I ignored the artificial rodent. Looking out at the water, another island was visible in the distance. 

I heard a chimp sound, ooh, ooh, oohing, then my character wobbled on screen. I turned to see a monkey clinging to a tall palm tree by one arm and two feet. He threw a coconut at me and hit me square in the forehead. My character fell, lifeless. 

PLAY AGAIN? flickered on the screen.

"You're right, you're not very good," she said.

I wasn't about to quit that soon. I hadn't done anything yet. "Once more." My pride forced me to press YES.


Playing Games



"This time, for us Homo sapiens," she said to encourage me.

My musing about why we weren't Hetero Sapiens, like heterosexuals, was interrupted by Cassie's slap of my ass. "Beat the monkey."

Did she know that was a euphemism for masturbation? This time, I ducked three coconut projectiles. Defeated and out of ammunition, the monkey shook a fist and swung off into the distance. I heard a squawk and turned towards another tree. A bird in the upper branches of a palm repeated its call, and then flew down. It pecked at my head, my face, and my body, delivering a relentless series of fatal punctures. I died. 

PLAY AGAIN? the screen read.

"That was quite a pecker," said Cassie.

Wait until she saw mine. Hold on, she wasn't going to see mine. She was Andy's girl. What was I thinking? "I hate these games." I let the controller fall to the floor. "They're stupid."

"No, don't give up." Cassie bent at the waist and retrieved my controller. There was that ass again. My prick pulsed. "It's a puzzle."

"Right, an arbitrary series of actions and reactions. There's no logic in it." If I'm a student of something besides accidental sexual encounters, it's logic.

"Try again." Cassie held out the controller.

I crossed my arms. "If you're so enthusiastic, you do it."

Cassie jumped to the challenge, grabbing her controller. She stood in front of me, partially blocking the screen. Her buttocks were half exposed by panties that were working their way into her crevice. 'Tits,' I commanded myself.

In her scenario, Cassie's avatar, Barbey, stood on the beach with those unrealistic breasts, precisely to Cassie's specification, overflowing a skimpy flower print bikini. "I guess it's now Barbey Rescues Kenny." She ducked the three coconuts, a move she'd learned from my experience. I watched carefully to learn from her mistakes. She picked up the ax and began cutting down a tree. "I'm going to build a raft. Hang on, I'm coming to save you." The sound of the ax striking wood seemed to keep the bird at bay. "See, the sound scares the bird."

"That proves my point. A random cause and effect."

"I wonder what the mouse does?" She paused to pick up the creature. A loud trumpeting sound and ground tremble announced a stampede. A herd of elephants rumbled from the forest, knocking down trees and trampling the buxom heroine. 

PLAY AGAIN?

"Good job," I said. "Much more elegant to die by elephants than by a thousand small pecks."

I took my control from the coffee table. "Maybe I can just swim there."

When my turn started, I headed straight for the water. The game knew I was swimming, even though only one hand held a controller. The coconuts fell short of their target. A few dozen yards out, I saw a shark fin, circling. Shit! No matter how fast I swam, the shark closed the gap. My character went under, and a red spill formed on the surface. 

PLAY AGAIN?

I was getting pissed. That's what happens when I play these stupid adventure games. I get involved, perhaps as a reaction to a threat to my manhood, and keep at it until I figure out the stupid rules that came from the demented mind of the programmer.

Cassie stood with her controller but I grabbed her wrist. "Still my turn." Sure enough, the bird stayed in its tree perch while I cut down trees. It was time consuming, and the digital counter was heading to zero quickly. One of the trees split, a shard making a nice paddle. I wrapped vines around the logs and pushed the raft into the water. The shark appeared. I thrust the paddle at the demon and he bit it in two. Then he took a bite out of the raft. I was dead seconds later.

More attempts yielded the same result. I'd gotten lots of practice avoiding the monkey and the pecking bird. It was easier to manipulate the ax and logs and vines with the obligatory practice. I could hack at two trees at same time, shortening the process. The mouse hung close, useless. Building and launching the raft always led to a fatal confrontation with the shark. It ate the paddle, a coconut I tried to choke it with, palm leaves, everything I could think of. "I need a better shark weapon." The next time, I took the ax on the raft. When the shark appeared, I swung the ax through its head. "There. Now I won't be bothered." That's when more shark fins appeared, dozens of them. The group of Sharkey's friends ate the raft and me even faster. 

PLAY AGAIN?

I collapsed on the couch.

"The mouse has to be there for something," Cassie whined. 

I'd been so engrossed in the game I'd almost forgotten my scantily attired gaming partner. She had moved closer to me, our bodies touching. Her lack of breast volume tended to keep me limp, but all of that exposed skin was tempting. My prick grew and shrank, conflicted. "It stampedes elephants. Maybe if we put our heads together, we can-" I didn't get the chance to say 'figure this out.' Cassie grabbed my head, pulled it towards her and leaned in for a quick kiss. Her wet hair slapped my ears.

Her face reddened. She looked scared. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean - I mean, before we almost - oh God, I've wanted to do that all night. Don't be angry. It's just-"

"I guess that's one of putting our heads together." Maybe the joke would break the tension. It was excusable. I stroked her hair. She was horny for her boyfriend, and I was sitting next to her in t-shirt and boxers. "No problem. Forgotten and forgiven." What was I thinking about before the forced kiss? The mouse. That's right. Mice and elephants? "Aren't elephants supposed to be scared of mice? Trying holding the mouse up."

Cassie stood. That's when I noticed that her panties were bright blue at the crotch, and the moist area was spreading. That couldn't have been from our incidental kiss. God, how horny was she?

After avoiding the coconut projectiles and the bird, Cassie had her on screen persona pick up the mouse. The elephants charged. But when she held up the mouse, they stopped and reversed course. And in the process, they'd felled more trees than necessary to construct a raft.

"There, no need to cut them down," I urged. "Keep going."

As she built the raft, Cassie struggled with her panties, which kept slipping due to their drenched state. She'd pull at them one-way, or tug the other. After all her effort, it looked like all she'd done was stretch them.

Cassie completed the raft and got it out onto the water. Her body swayed back and forth as she paddled, simulating the real motions. I hadn't been using body language, merely flicking my wrist to get the on screen result. Despite her realistic strokes, she suffered the same predictable fate - lunch for Sharkey. Cassie adjusted her panties, but the result left them more embedded between her buttocks than before, and sagging at her hips. 

"Okay, smarty pants." When she turned around, her panties had slipped down, below her slightly rounded belly, just above her pussy, dark blue except for the top edge, which had not absorbed her cunal moisture. A narrowing patch of pubic hair shaped like an arrow pointed down. I needed no coaching where Cassie's coochie was. Hanging low, the panties left gaps at the creases between her groin and thighs. I was exposed to much more of her than necessary. "You figure out a way past the shark." She sat back and crossed her arms. Sweat dripped from her hair, now a stringy mass. 

The phrase PLAY AGAIN? throbbed on the screen, taunting me.

My shoulder drooped. This game was physically exhausting. The overheated room wasn't helping my energy level either. And a practically naked woman, flat cheated or not, shared my space. 

"One more try," I sighed.

I'd thrown everything else at the shark. What was there to lose? I refined my plan. Moving down the beach, the elephants followed a curved path, knocking down even more trees.

I launched the raft in record time. When the shark opened its jaws, I tossed the mechanical rodent down its throat. The shark coughed, its eyes bulged out, and disappeared beneath the waves. I paddled for all I was worth towards the other island. A small figure, I figured it was Barbey, waved vigorously. Dark clouds gathered above my raft, a localized storm. Lightning cracked. Thunder rolled. One bolt shot down smack dab onto the raft, zapping me into lifelessness.

PLAY AGAIN?

"You shouldn't have paddled into a thunderstorm. Aim for fair weather. Watch," she said.

Cassie built the raft, and then paddled as if her life depended on it, not like she was a cartoon character who'd get infinite chances against Sharky. Her hips swiveled left, then right, as she changed sides with her controller, establishing a two-strokes-on-each-side rhythm. Cassie tugged at her panties, a distraction to her pursuit of rescue. For me, also a diversion. Her blue panties were a faint memory, with a mere sliver of cloth between the cheeks and around her waist. 

She stopped suddenly. I pulled my eyes from her ass. She'd made it to the other island by landing further down the beach. Cassie turned and faced me, arms above her head in a Rocky dance of victory. Behind her, the screen flashed "PHASE TWO BEGIN." On screen, Barbey jumped in rhythm, large breasts practically escaping from her bikini. Cassie's panties threatened to slide from her hips altogether.

"I did it!" With the vigorous vertical motion, the hair arrow was fully exposed. Cassie's panties dropped dangerously below her rounded belly. Without assistance, they'd drop to her ankles and expose her pussy, something I dreaded. It was one thing to focus on her ass, even to the point of getting an erection. But seeing her naked from the waist down would be too much. After all, I'm only human. Or man.

She noticed the panty predicament and pulled them up. Way up. The material sculpted to her cunt lips, the promise of a deep crease between them. And then, in slow motion, the cloth slid into the crease, her pussy lips exposed on both sides of the tugged material. I swallowed hard. Cripes! Except for the strip of material across her chest, Cassie was, for all intents and purposes, naked. And my intent and purpose with naked young women has always been clear. My cock throbbed in my pants. No, Cassie was Andy's girl. I had no right to do anything. My prick didn't agree.

The game clock continued through Cassie's celebration and my fascination. A buzzer sounded behind her. 

PLAY AGAIN?

I decided that focusing on the game was better than staring at Cassie's pussy. Better? No, but safer. "Great job. Let me see if I can improve on your score."

I used all the tricks we'd learned, beating Cassie's time. I turned to examine the surroundings, just in time to see a coconut thrown at my head by a monkey in a tree. The same monkey? Stupid question, there's no logic in this game. "Damn!"

I worked quicker with what seemed like hours of practice under my belt. I reached the island, prepared to duck the monkey's one, two, three attempts to crack my skull. There was a fourth coconut, but I ducked that one too. Was the game adapting, getting harder? From the distance, I saw her, Barbey running towards me, arms out, and breasts bouncing. That got me harder under my belt. With just a few yards between us, Barbey took a step and sunk from sight. Her arm waved briefly above the sand, and then disappeared.

PLAY AGAIN?

"Where did she go?" I asked.

"Quicksand, or something like it. The color and texture is different. See?" Cassie pointed.

She was right. I hadn't noticed or expected that hazard. But that's the kind of trick wacky game developers create. "How was I supposed to see that coming?" I didn't ask Cassie's permission to take another turn. I missed Sharky's mouth on my next try and had to go back. Was his movement different?

With concentration, I landed on the destination island on my next attempt. After the monkey departed, I tried to maneuver around the quicksand, but it stretched across the entire beach. This time, as soon as Barbey sunk, I was prepared and threw her a vine. She grabbed it, holding tight. I pulled her out, minus her top, sandy breasts jiggling.

The screen announced "ENTERING TWO PLAYER MODE."

"Oh God, I'm naked," said Cassie.

She was almost correct, and I didn't need to be reminded. My erection waved inside my boxers.

The game clock had been reset to fifteen seconds. Barbey planted a big kiss on Kenny.

Cassie came off the couch and stood between the screen and me. "A kiss for my hero." She went up on tippytoes and pressed her lips against mine. I bent forward, so she wouldn't feel my erection against her belly. Her naked belly. Her naked belly with cunt lips exposed just below. God, how was I going to get out of here without violating my relationship with Andy by violating his girlfriend?

The buzzer sounded.

PLAY AGAIN?

"Well, that was a lot of work, just for a kiss." I dropped the controller.

"Oh, I don't know. Not if the kiss was really good." Cassie swayed, one knee in front of the other, a typical coy pose, and then came forward for a second unexpected sample. She let her lips linger. This time, I couldn't avoid below the waist contact. "You're really getting into the game, aren't you?"

"I guess so. I feel invested."

You're Kenny and I'm Barbey, right?" she asked.

"Sure." Minus two succulent breasts.

"What's fair is fair. After I save you, you'll need to thank me." Cassie swapped the game around, so it was Barbey saving Kenny. "Just watch." 

Cassie used all of the tricks we developed to get from one island to the other quickly. The monkey decked her with his second coconut. On her next try, she picked up the first miss and threw it back, knocking the monkey from his tree perch. "That'll teach the little bastard."

I, that is Kenny, ran towards Barbey in a loincloth, with my package bouncing beneath. An eight-incher, by my specification. And Kenny fell into quicksand, as we both expected. Cassie pulled him out, sans loincloth. Also expected. On screen, in proportion to the character's body, it seemed more than eight inches, but it was erect and pointed. Cassie swallowed hard. I was hard too. I knew she'd noticed and even felt it against her, but hoped she wouldn't take advantage.

In two-player mode with a grant of fifteen seconds, there was time for a kiss or two. Cassie curled her finger, a "come hither" gesture. I took her face in my hands and kissed deeply. It felt less wrong the second time. After all, we deserved some reward for getting this far. I just had to remember my self-imposed limits. I was not going to have sex with Andy's girlfriend.

"I wonder what happens if we get there with more time?" she asked.

Good question, but whatever Barbey and Kenny did, we didn't have to mimic. Cassie and I became partners, dedicated to a single goal. We collaborated on a strategy to optimize our movements, before the game adapted and got too hard to beat. We optimized the raft construction by laying the vines first and having the trees fall on them. We chose fatter paddles for the raft, and sheer practice allowed us to toss the mouse, anticipating the shark's position, mouth open.

On my next turn, with Cassie cheering from the sofa, I beat my best time by about eight seconds, including extracting topless Barbey from the quicksand. 

The screen reminded us "ENTERING TWO PLAYER MODE" with a grant was thirty seconds.

The kiss became an embrace, Kenny's hands on Barbey's bare breasts, squeezing them before the buzzer signaling "Game Over". We mirrored the on-screen reward, but I let my arms dangle at my sides, for two reasons. One, Cassie had no tits to fondle, and two, we were approaching a dangerous boundary. I hunched my back so my erection wouldn't rub against Cassie again. She grabbed my ass and pulled me close. I guess I should have considered my self lucky that she didn't push me onto my back and mount me, without permission.

"You're not going to let this game beat us, are you?" Cassie asked. We were still in our embrace, bodies close. 

My dick twitched, looking for action I wouldn't allow. "No way." The idea of simulated sex on screen had become intriguing. I just had to remember not to do it in real life.

The game was exhausting for me. I hoped Cassie was getting tired, so that we'd poop out before she accidentally put out. We were both hot, from the physical demands of the game, the physical temperature, and bodies exposed except for a few remaining articles of clothing.

"I've got an idea," she said. "Go ahead, I'll tell you when."

I grabbed my controller and faced the monkey, the bird, the elephants, and the shark. As I replayed, Cassie plastered herself to my back as I paddled the raft, sweat on sweat. "What are you doing?"

"Cheering you on."

Her hand moved from around my waist to my groin. Her fingers diddled with my prick through my boxers.

'Stop it!" The distraction slowed me down, and I had to paddle harder to correct my course or suffer a thunderstorm and certain death. Well, Kenny's death.

When I landed our raft on the beach, Cassie cried, "Drag the paddles with you." As Barbey approached, Cassie shouted, "Lay the paddles across the quicksand."

Sure enough, the bridge worked. Barbey tiptoed across the hazard using the paddles as a bridge. One minute and one second left on the clock. 

"ENTERING TWO PLAYER MODE FOR BONUS GAME."

"Bonus game?" I asked.

We looked at each other. The background music changed from up-tempo to sensuous mood music. Barbey and Kenny faced each other, in profile, on the beach. These versions of the characters were not cartoon characters. The artwork was more realistic, more sophisticated. Barbey's tits and Kenny's prick stuck out. Oh yes, and that pesky bird sat in a tree as the audience.

I dared speculate on the objective of this bonus game. "Are we going to have sex?" I meant 'they.' 

"It sure looks like it," replied Cassie.

The game clock showed three minutes.

"We can't have sex in three minutes!" Cassie exclaimed.

She and I weren't going to have sex at all, but I understood her point. Timed sex was a difficult concept to grasp. Even a quickie takes longer than what they gave us. Unless Barbey and Kenny fucked at an animated rate. After all, they were animated characters.

I removed Barbey's bikini. Kenny did, that is. Barbey's tits didn't sag an inch. Cassie, I mean Barbey, pulled off my loincloth. Kenny's, I mean. The screen showed two sets of health and emotion meters. Our health was good, but our emotion meters fluctuated near zero. 

We stood, facing each other, and our on-screen counterparts did the same. We didn't know which way to position our controllers to put Barbey and Kenny in the correct position. Using a natural and logical motion, I moved the controller forward and back, and Kenny humped, thumping his dick against Barbey. 

"You'll never penetrate standing up," said Cassie. "Let's lay down."

I presumed she meant the characters, not us. I tilted my controller forward from vertical and Kenny lay down. Barbey was still standing. Cassie tilted her controller and Barbey fell on her back, but her legs were closed. When Cassie rotated her controller, parallel with her belly, Barbey's legs spread.

That's when Cassie went horizontal on Andy's couch. The couch was his. So was Cassie. It was difficult to remember, with her moist pussy lips poking out from her soaked panties. But I promised myself I wouldn't take advantage. Our controllers, however, were distance sensitive, and so on-screen Kenny was laying four feet away from the object of his desire.

"Come here, I won't bite," Cassie said. I climbed between her legs, remaining on my knees. The on-screen twosome were now in missionary position. I didn't have to be poking Cassie with my prick to make Kenny do it with Barbey. I held my weight on one extended arm while making gestures with my left. Now, I'm a righty, so my left arm and hand aren't that coordinated. Kenny jerked and wobbled above his prone sex partner. The timer clicked down steadily, relentlessly.




Playing Games



"Put some body English into it," Cassie shouted. "God, don't you know how to fuck?"

I've never been insulted by a woman about my technique, except that one time in college. Ah, but that's another story. I held the controller steady and rocked my body. Kenny was doing better, plunging in and out of Barbey, who raised her voice, keeping the pecking bird at bay. 

Cassie and I watched the screen, our counterparts fucking, awkwardly. 

"That's it. Don't stop. Oh my God!" Cassie was getting vicarious thrills from the role-play.

I looked down. My erection had popped out from the opening in my boxers, stiff and red. I leaned back and attempted to stuff it back into my shorts, but Cassie grabbed my wrist.

"Don't bother. Boy, you weren't kidding, were you?"

The implication was that Andy was smaller, but I didn't want confirmation. "Yeah. But I shouldn't be exposing myself."

A buzzer sounded. Time had run out.

PLAY AGAIN?

"We almost had it," she said. 

I stood up, my penis at a ninety degree angle. "Aren't you tired of this game?"

"Not until I get an orgasm. The ultimate reward, right?" 

I assumed she meant Barbey. That also assumed we could get the simulated sex right. "Okay, whose turn?"

"You go." She stood next to me, hands on my shoulder, trying not to impede my progress. I was past the monkey and bird and elephants and shark and across the water in my best time yet.

"Wow, that was awesome!" Cassie jumped up and down. No flesh on her chest to wiggle or wobble. I glanced at the floor. Her soaked panties sat in a wet lump on the rug. I'd been concentrating too hard on the game to notice. She grabbed her controller, laid back and spread her legs. "You might as well take off your boxers, for all the good they're doing."

She was right. With my prick fully exposed, they were only good to trip over. I tugged them down.

"Now get up here, quickly."

The timer for our simulated sex had already begun, and the pecking bird was opening its wings, ready to fly down and exact fatal damage. 

"Make some noise," she said.

I joined her in making sounds, but our characters remained silent. As I moved the controller, Kenny thrust into Barbey. She moaned, and the bird stopped. 

Cassie held her controller stick horizontal under my prick, which slid back and forth, rubbing against the smooth plastic cylinder. There was no friction but I remained rock hard. 

"You're leaking," she said.

"You should talk," I replied.

The emotional indicators were at about fifty percent on our characters, but went no higher.

"We still aren't doing this right. Hold the controller against your hip."

I did as she asked.

"Now," Cassie continued, "move like you're fucking."

I dipped and thrust my hips forward. The tip of my dick slid up Cassie's belly. I pulled back and made another pass. Kenny began to move in and out, at the same rate. Cassie relocated her horizontal controller to the top surface of my penis. That way, she could direct the motion and the pressure against her stomach. Cassie's moans mimicked Barbey's, high pitched and sharp. I groaned with each exhalation. Kenny's fucking was smoother, and both of their emotional meters rose past fifty percent. The health meters readings dropped, but not much. Our tempo increased. 

Cassie's fingers toyed with my cock as it slid past her controller. "Keep going, I think we're going to win!"

Seeing time fly away, I picked up the pace. On one pullback, I went too far, and my forward thrust bumped my prick against Cassie's crotch. I startled, repositioned my knees, and continued the non-intrusive rubbing of prick on belly. Our characters hit a plateau at seventy-five percent.

The buzzer sounded. I got up and leaned back against the far corner of the couch. My dick was sticking straight up. There was no point in covering up, not now.

Cassie sat up, cross-legged. Her cunt was fully exposed, shining and damp. "Damn, this isn't working. It's not natural."

She was right. Using our hands to direct the controllers, which in turn moved Barbey and Kenny's bodies, was much too indirect. Our on-screen personas had gotten excited, but not enough to climax. We'd lost.

"Shit! I want to win this game," Cassie shouted. "And there's only one way we're going to do that."

I didn't ask.

She looked left and right, stopping her search at Andy's green toolbox. She marched over, threw open drawer after drawer, fumbled through the contents and extracted a roll of duct tape. She tossed it onto the coffee table and took her position in front of the screen.

Cassie choked her controller, jaw clenched. Her body undulated as she maneuvered Barbey through the hazards. As she paddled in a crouch, her glistening pussy swayed, wet and inviting. My cock lurched. I wanted to emulate her previous cheerleading, hold her from behind, run my fingers through her cunt lips and stimulate her clit. But I didn't. I just sat and drooled.

When her arms dropped at her sides, she'd beaten my score handily. Nearly two minutes remained.

"ENTERING TWO PLAYER MODE FOR BONUS GAME."

We'd been awarded five minutes, a nice improvement.

Cassie tore two pieces of tape off the roll using her mouth. She used one to attach her controller flat and horizontal, below her belly button. "Get over her."

I crawled back between her legs holding my controller. She held it just above my hip and applied the second piece of tape.

'Now, let's get going, before that bird pecks us to death."

I positioned myself like the last time, with my prick sliding up Cassie's belly. Now, it was hitting the controller.

"Don't, you'll knock it off." She slid back. My dick was between her thighs.

"Hump!" she commanded.

On my first motion forward, my prick grazed her pussy but didn't go in. I tried to change position, so my thrusts would not be aiming for her slit, but she'd taken away that option by her position.

"Again!" she shouted.

Repeating the motion got the same result, thank goodness.

Cassie grabbed my dick. "Scoot up, big boy."

This was so wrong. "You're not suggesting that we-"

"Right now, at this moment, we're not Harvey and Cassie. We're Kenny and Barbey. And Kenny and Barbey need to fuck. Seriously."

"But you're Andy's girlfriend."

"That didn't stop him playing around with Keiko." Either perspiration or tears ran down her cheek. "I want to win this game real bad," she said. "Don't let me down, Kenny."

I glanced at the screen. Kenny was positioned between Barbey's legs. So was I. Barbey was ready, taking my prick her in her hand and positioning it at her pussy. "Easy in," she said.

It was only a simulation, I told myself. With only a slight lean, Kenny entered Barbey. She was quite moist, providing lubrication for the head and an inch more. On screen and below me, Barbey grunted. I wiggled up, balanced my weight on my arms and knees and tilted my hips. Kenny slid in further.

"Ooooh God," Barbey moaned. "Don't stop, the clock is ticking."

So I didn't stop. I thrust, gently at first, then more vigorously. Barbey writhed below me, lifting her hips to meet mine. Sweat dripped from my face onto the thin band across her chest. I'd seen it all except whatever was under the band of material across her chest. I pushed my face against the cloth, displacing it from her tits. Or where her tits should have been. I placed my lips on one flat nipple and sucked. And sucked again, hard, as if to give her a nipple hickey.

"What are you doing? I've got nothing. Stop!"

Except her movement became more exaggerated with my sucking. I gave her other nipple similar treatment. Her legs folded over the backs of mine. I was still only half buried and Barbey was groaning and panting.

The buzzer sounded. Had that been five minutes?

Our sex organs still coupled, we paused. A cold dread gave me goosebumps. Oh God! I'd penetrated Andy's girlfriend, despite my best efforts to avoid it. I leaned back, to get out and up. Her hands grabbed my ass, and she kept her legs wrapped around mine. I wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm not done," Cassie said. "And you didn't finish either, did you?"

There was no reason to lie. "No, but so what?. I've done too much already."

"The hell you have!" Her voice was too loud for our immediate proximity. "We'll play this fucking game over and over until - until -"

I knew the punchline. "Do you really have the energy for that?" I could have added, 'and fucking too?' but I didn't.

Cassie's chest heaved a sigh. Her pussy contracted around my prick. My cock throbbed in response. I still hadn't gone down. God, her cunt felt great.

"Do you have a good imagination?" Cassie asked.

"Oh yes. Very good." Sex with Cassie had left nothing to my imagination.

"Then I want you to imagine that, as Kenny, you have a super power. You can fly." She squeezed her pelvic muscles. She had a secret power too.

"And what would I do with that power?" I asked. Fly the hell out of Andy's apartment? Too late. I was four inches inside his girlfriend.

"Pretend that as game started, you flew to the other island and rescued me. How long would that take?"

"Just a few seconds, probably."

"Less if you hurried. And, for such a performance, we'd be awarded unlimited time for the two-player bonus game. Sound good?" Her cunt muscles rippled, giving my prick a moist massage.

Quite a decision. I couldn't honestly deny that I'd fucked Cassie, just not to orgasm. The worst was past us. Was there any harm in finishing the job? I answered by pushing another inch into her pussy. "Oh yes, very good."

Cassie showered kisses all over my face. Her hands grabbed and massaged my shoulders and back and ass. We were fucking hard, our pubic areas colliding with each thrust. Can you break a pubic bone? Somehow, the screen was registering us. Maybe it was a bug in the software. The health indicators were marginal, but the emotion meters for both of us were teasing 100%. With everything I had left, which wasn't much, I attacked her, punishing her pussy with long deep thrusts, followed by a dozen or more quick tickles of her vaginal opening. Then, back to long penetration. 

"I can't take any more." Barbey panted and pleaded. "Now, oh, please, now, it has to be nowwwwwww." Her hips came up from the couch, her back arched. My balls exploded cum into her welcoming pussy. Fireworks erupted on screen, documenting our victory.

I pulled my dead weight from Cassie's spent body. She'd melted into the couch after a muscle-clenching orgasm. I sat near, her legs stretched over my lap. "I usually hate these games." I rubbed her legs, from knee to ankle.

"Don't tell Andy, but so do I."

I thought about Andy. How could I live with myself, fucking his girlfriend? 

She flicked my soft dick. "Think we can beat our time?"

We'd cheated, and Cassie sounded embarrassed. Not for cheating on her boyfriend, but cheating at the game. "Maybe, if work closely."

"Oh, I like working closely with you." Her hand fell into my lap.

I'm not much for games, but after another slice of cold pizza and a quick nap, I'd be ready for a rematch.

### An Original H M Tale 

I'm always interested in reader feedback. Send me an email and tell me what you think.

Copyright (c) 2008, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.



Playing Games



"Come here!"

"No, Why the fuck should I?"

"You know why—so don't play games, miss!"

Look who's talking about playing games. You're pathetic."

Pathetic! You're the one who's drunk and horny"

Me! Really! That bulge in your jeans looks like you want something pretty bad. 

Is that why you can't take your eyes off it? Look at you. I bet your cunt is dripping to get this hard cock in you.

You think so. You think 'cause you got a hard dick I want it. 

I know it. I know how you play games with your fucking teasing then end up begging for it--I know you. You didn't invite me up for coffee cause you're a good girl. 

"You're nuts. I invited you up for coffee 'cause you had too much to drink. It has nothing to do with what you're thinking. I'm just being a friend.

Oh yeah! Right! Now you think I'm the one who needs coffee. You're not exactly miss sober face, you know—you were putting it away too. Five martinis! I know what you want-- so come here!

Fuck no! I'm not as drunk as you think. So shut the fuck up. 

"Come on over here and sit on my cock. You know how you like to ride this cock. Look I'll take it out so you can see how big and hard it is for you.

You think all you have to do is dangle that cock in front of my eyes and I'll come running. 

You liked it when we were dancing at the club rubbing your pussy against it- sliding up and down like you were a fucking pole dancer. Come on and get your ass over here and ride me!

Fuck you!

You can't take your eyes off it. Look how big and hard it is. I know you want it—so stop playing games. 

I don't play games—when I want something, I know how to get it.

Is that so? 

Yeah!

Tell me wearing that tight dress with your tits barely covered and those knee high boots isn't playing games. 

I like how I look—I can't help it if you get hot looking at me---that's your problem. 

Hey! who do you think you're fooling—you dress like a slut and grind your ass against my cock when we're dancing then lure me up here and act all goody goody and say you don't play games---I know a fucking tease when I see one. 

You're nuts. I like to dance like that and if you take it the wrong way and think I'm teasing you and playing games-- well, what can I say—I'm just dancing.

If you call humping my thigh and groaning when I hold your ass dancing—I'd call it something else. 

Yeah—what do you call it?

I call it wanting to fuck. I call it being a horny drunk slut who wants me to take her out in the alley.

I don't know what you're talking about. Now I'm gonna go make you some coffee and let you get on your way.

I don't want coffee—how about smoking this joint with me?

You're something else, mister. You don't know when to stop!

You know how much you like getting stoned before we fuck. Come on.

You're bad! Okay, I'll take a few hits then you're out of here and I'm calling it a day. No fucking—so get that out of your dirty mind. No fucking—get it! 

If you say so.

Okay! Come over here and I promise no funny business—just a few hits of this dynamite weed and you can go to bed and I'll leave you horny and all alone—no more games, okay.

Okay. Light up and no playing games. 

Here, take a hit. Be careful—this is good stuff! 

I can handle it. You know me.

Yeah. I know you. I know you better than you think I do. 

Yeah—what do you know Mr. Smarty pants? Give me that joint. 

Careful—I'm warning you two hits and you'll be zonkers."

Cool it. I can handle it-- now tell me what do you think you know about me that I don't know. 

I know how much you like it when I touch your thigh, like this.

Hey, you said no funny business. Here, take this joint and stop touching me.

You like it when I move my hand up your thigh—nice and slow. 

I said get your hand away. Man, you're right—that's good stuff. Mmmmmm. 

You like it when I move my hand all the way up your thigh and get close like this. You like that don't you?

I do but you said no playing around. 

You like it when I tease you, barely touching you. 

Oh baby That feels so good----mmmmmmmm.

Just lay back—yeah like that. You're so wet. 

"Oh fuck, mmmmmm--that so hot! I like this.

You like when I play with your tit, licking your nipple like this, don't you? You like when I grab your pussy like this and bite your nipple.

Oh fuck! You're so bad.

You like it when I'm bad. You like how horny I make you. Look how you're lifting your hips for it. 

I want your cock. 

Not yet. I want you crazy. I want you desperate. 

Don't do this. Don't tease me.

See what happens when you play games with me---see what happens when you wear those skimpy tight skirts and that top that barely holds your tits in.

Just fuck me—I want your cock—now.

I told you—I'm going to make you beg for it. 

Give it to me bastard! 

I like it when you demand and think I give a fuck. I want you to beg!

Two can play this game.

Yeah but only one wins---me!

You think so. You've met your match. I'm going to bed. Let yourself out. 

Hey, get back here. You're not going anywhere. 

Let go of me. Let go--

No way—get your ass back on this couch.

No—you think you can get me stoned and tease me and get me begging—

You know you want it---Come and get it!

Look at you—you want me so bad your cock is sticking straight out.

And you can't keep your eyes off it.

Fuck you! Let go of my arm and get out of here.

No—not until I get what I want and you're going to give it to me. I know you. You're so hungry for it. You can't fool me with your games. 

I told you. I don't play games. Now let go.

Get down on your knees and give me a blow job.

Hey you're holding my arm too tight --stop!

No!

Let go of me! 

You know you want to suck my cock. You always do when you get stoned!

I said let go of me. Stop looking at me like that! 

Get down on your knees. 

Stop pulling me—stop it. 

I said get down on your knees and suck my cock—you know you want it.I know how much you like my cock in your mouth.

Stop pulling my hair. 

Come on-- my cock is right on your lips. Put it in your mouth—you know you want it. 

You're so bad! 

I see your eyes. You want it in your mouth! Come on you little cock sucker---give me one of your good blow jobs---yeah just like that. Ohhhhh you're tongue feels so good I like when you lick me like that. Yeah that's so good. Ohh yeah--do it! Do it to me! Suck my cock! ohhhhh you have such a hot mouth. Your mouth feels so good. You're such a good cock loving slut. Yeah take it down your throat. Ohhhhh do it! Do it! I want to fuck you mouth. Keep sucking! Oh you're so good. That's so good Ohhhhhh baby I'm cummming! Hey! Don't stop! You can't stop now. Hey! What do you think you're doing? Don't stop! I want to fuck your mouth---get back here!

You want me don't you? You want to fuck me, don't you? Tough! You can't have me. 

Oh yes I can!

You think so.

I know so.

Oh yeah!

Yeah. I know you want it. I know you want this big hard cock.

I don't need your cock. Look I can fuck myself with my hand. You like when I rub my pussy like this and fuck myself. You like watching me--don't you? You like when I spread my legs like this and put my hand inside my thong like this and put three fingers in my cunt. You like watching me. You want to be where my fingers are.

You're such a fucking tease. You can't take your eyes off of this big hard cock.I'm going to come over there and make you grab my cock and fuck it. 

Try it. If you think you're man enough to get me to fuck your cock, try it. 

You're playing with fire, baby! I'm going to fuck your brains out!

Oh yeah. You think I'm going to let you fuck me!

I know you are!

No way! You better stay away!

I'm coming over to get you.

It won't do any good. 

We'll see about that. 

Hey! Let go of my arm. Let go. Get away from me!

You like this cock. You like how I'm lifting up your tight skirt and moving my cock up and down your dripping pussy through that soaked thong—pushing it in you. 

No. Stop. Get away from me. 

You want it bad. I can tell! You want this big cock in your tight little pussy,don't you?

Stop! 

No. Take your hand away and take my cock in your hand and use it. I'll move your thong aside. Come on! play with yourself with it. I know how horny that makes you. I know you. Take it in your hand. 

Ohhhhh you're cock is so big I can barely get my hand around it. Ohh fuck! It's so big and hard. Ohhhhhhh you feel so good. I love your cock. ohhhhhhhh you feel so good! You're driving me fucking crazy. I want it! I want you to fuck me. I want it bad!

No! Not yet! Come on.Use it. You like that don't you?

I need it. I need it. 

Rub it on your clit. Rub my cock on your clit.

Ohhhhhhh fuck that's so hot. I'm going to cum! You're going to make me cum. I can't stand it. Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! I need your cock. Ohhhhhh no. Don't stop! Don't take it away! Don't do this! Fuck me you bastard. Don't do this to me.Don't tease me!

See what happens when you play games. You can't wiggle your ass against my cock when we're dancing. You can't grab my ass and grind your pussy against my cock! You can't press your big tits against me, gripping my cock in you hand then whisper in my ear let's get out of here. Who do you think you're messing around with? 

OOhhh baby! I want it. I want it bad! Stop teasing me!

See what happens when you get drunk at the club and pretend you want to give me coffee when we get here, acting all goody goody.You can't play games with me and get away with it. 

Please fuck me. I'll do anything you want! I can't stand this!

I think I need a taste of you. I think I want a drink from your juicy cunt! Now lean back against the wall and spread your legs for me like a good girl.

Oh fuck! I can barely stand. I need your cock!

Your thong is soaked. I like licking your pussy through your silky thong. How you push your pussy against my tongue—frustrated, how wild and hungry you are, how you want me to rip it off and feel my tongue fucking you---you're such a slut!

Eat me! Eat me!

Mmmmmmmm! I think I'll just slide your thong aside----mmmmmm you taste so good, so juicy.

Ohhhhhhfuck! 

That's it- push your pussy on my tongue. You want it so bad. You like when I eat you like this. You get so wild! 

Stop talking and fuck me with your tongue! Eat me! Eat me! Suck my clit! Do it! Oh yes like that. That's it. ohhhhhh you're so good. I love when you suck my clit and lick it like that. Ohhhhhhh fuck! Oh no! Your fingers! Oh no. Ohmygod! I can't stand it. I'm cummmming. Oh keep fucking me Fuck me with your fingers. I'm there! Ohhhhhhh no! Don't stop! Don't stop---keep fucking me! I need to cum! Oh nooooooo!Don't stop! Oh nooooooo! Ohhhhhhhhhh noooooo!

I want you to taste yourself. I want you to suck my fingers. I want you to taste your juices on my lips—then maybe I'll fuck you!

"You're bad! You're such a bad man—you fucker! 

Kiss me! Taste my tongue in your mouth---mmmmmmmm you're mouth is so hot! Now look into my eyes while I finger fuck you more! Ohhhhhhh you're so tight on my fingers! Look into my eyes---ah I can see how desperate you are. Your pussy is so tight! Wait 'til I get my cock in you! Yes, that's it grab my cock like that! Show me how much you want it!

This is mine! Your cock is mine!

You want a good hard fuck, don't you? No more games! No more teasing!

I want to ride you! Get down on the floor

Good! I like when you ride me! Take that thong off, baby and ride me like a cowgirl on her bronco.

Here! Smell it! Smell my wet thong! Ohhhhhhh I just want to straddle you and go to town! 

Come on baby, Take my cock! Ride me! Ride me! Ohhhhhh baby you're so tight! 

I love this! I love how big you feel! Ohhhhhh fuck! I like riding you like this! ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah! 

Your fucking tits are so big! I like when they fall out of your dress like this---bouncing all over the place. I just want to grab them!

Yeah take my tits! I like when you grab them! Get rough!

What a hand full! Your nipples are so hard.

I love riding your cock----ohhhhhhh fuck! I'm getting close. 

Ride me harder. Harder! Ohhhhhhh you're such a slut riding me like this rubbing your clit—I want you to cum all over my cock---cum for me! Cum for me!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhfuck I'm cummmmmming cummmmming ohhhhhhh baby yeah yeah yeah I'm there ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes ohmygod I'm cummmmmmming! Fuck me harder! Harder!

Yeah! Cum all over me---that's it ohhhhhhh yeah now it's my turn, now you're going to get it. I'm going to take you! On your back! This is what you want! You like when I buck you off of me like this and take you on the floor! Spread your legs! Get them over my shoulders!

You look so fierce! I want it hard! 

That's what you're going to get! Ohhhhh baby I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You're going to get it for playing games with me!

Fuck me! Fuck me! Take me!

Take it! Take it! Give me that tight pussy!

Yeah pound me! Drive it in me ohhhhhhhhhh yeah ohhhhhhhhh I love your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! 

See what happens when you play games! 

Yeah! I get what I want! I told you I know how to get what I want! Now fuck me harder! Harder! God damn it---I want it harder! Yeah baby give it to me you bastard! Fuck you little whore slut! 

Take it baby Take it! Take it! Take it! Take it in that tight cunt!

Ohhhhhhhh I'm cummmmming ohhhhhhhhh fuck me harder I'm cummmmming ohhhhh you are so hard so big so deep ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh!OHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK! 

I'm cummmming too. Oh baby your pussy is so fucking tight! Keep fucking me ohhhhhh yeah that's so good ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 

Cum all over me! Cum all over me! I want it all over me!

Here it comes. I'm cummmmming! Ohhhhhhhhhh here it comes!

I love it! Your cum is so hot! It's so hot so fucking hot! I want you to rub it all over my tits then suck and lick my nipples----ohhhhh I love this!

Your tits look so good! 

Yeah suck your cum from my tits—ohhhhhhh that's so hot!

I love fucking you. You're so amazing!

So are you baby. I love you. 

I love you too, darling. I like playing games with you. Let's go to bed and get some sleep now.



Playing Games



Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. 

This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first amendment. The people referred to in this story do not behave this way in real life, this is a fantasy and any resemblance to real people or situations is merely a coincidence. Any copyrighted names, works, etc. remain property of their respective owner(s).

This story may not be redistributed.

Comments, suggestions, even criticism is welcome. You can reach me through the CONTACT tab on my profile. 

*

By now anyone who has read more than one of my stories will have come to realize that I write some mushy stuff. I think it's because I'm a closet romantic. Also, I treat women with respect in real life, and the characters in my stories will always treat them with respect. Always. That doesn't mean the sex has to be goopy romantic stuff all the time, but I will never do anything that is nonconsensual. If that's not your cup of tea, so be it. If you like fluff, this might be your kind of story.

This story is set in KMB's Harem universe. It is with KMB's kind permission that I was even able to write this, so Thank You KMB, I do appreciate you letting me play in the Harem and I now return Rose to you, a little used, a little bruised, but with a big fat smile on her face. If you aren't familiar with KMB's 'The Harem' you might want to check it out. You won't be disappointed.

If you are not familiar with 'The Harem' then there will be a few paragraphs, not many at all, that will not make much sense to you, but I do not believe this will get in the way of your enjoyment of the story. So if you like Rose McGowan, read on.

A very sincere thanks to all the authors who spend so much of their time and effort to bring these stories to us all. Your efforts are much appreciated.

 And now the story --

 Playing Games

By TNP

 MF, FF, MFF - cons, oral, anal

* * * * * * * * *

 Thursday 4:38pm 

Pace pace pace pace pace.

"Why the hell haven't they called?"

Pace pace pace pace pace.

I looked up at the woman pacing back and forth in front of me. We'd already been through this a couple of times, so I didn't bother to respond.

Pace pace pace pace pace.

"Don't they realize the potential to this story? This could be the biggest scandal in Hollywood... ever!"

Let's see. A couple dozen, maybe even more, of Hollywood's hottest female entertainers shacking up in a Malibu mansion for some serious lesbian fun. Yeah, I guess that qualifies as potentially big as far as scandals go, although I think it more closely resembles the shared fantasies of unknown millions of men, including myself. But I guess nothing says it couldn't be both. Except, in my version of the fantasy, I'm the live-in pool boy and whenever some of the girls get tired of the all veggie lifestyle they come to me for some seriously deep dicking.

"What are you smiling about?"

I quickly wiped the smile from my face and looked up to Serena, who had stopped pacing and come to a rest before me, "Nothing! Just thinking about the reaction people are going to have when you break this story!"

"Uh huh. And that's if I break the story. Remember, we don't have much more than innuendo and rumor to go on, that's why we need to take a more direct approach. Listen, why don't we go over the players again while we wait."

At that Serena moved over to her desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a manila file folder, which she tossed on my lap.

"Here, everything we know is in there. We're going to..."

Her cell phone rang and she immediately snapped it open, "Altschul... Yes... Yes... I'm sure of it... Yes... Wednesday at 2. We'll be there... Yes... I understand... Yes... Thank you... Bye."

Ending the call she looked over to where I was sitting, flipping through the contents of the folder, "We're in. We've got an interview with one of the Queen Bee's herself next Wednesday at 2:00pm. The arrangements are being made."

I looked down at the photo in my hand. Staring back at me was a black-haired beauty, with gorgeous brown eyes. Her face reflected her mixed heritage of Irish and French and she seemed to have taken the best elements from both, the full red lips of her mother combined with skin so pale and so perfect that she almost looked like a porcelain doll. A porcelain doll with a secret.

I gazed at the picture of Rose McGowan intently. It was a candid from some red carpet event and she stood there smiling for the camera, looking for all the world like just another Hollywood starlet. But there was something about her smile, it was more of a smirk really, an almost Mona Lisa like quality, something that hinted of her secret and suggested that maybe, just maybe, if you were good enough, she might let you in on it. What you had to be good at was part of Rose's secret, but whatever it was, you'd better be damn good. Because according to the image in the photo, Rose McGowan had an edge to her and she did not suffer fools gladly.

The picture also said Rose has really great tits. Hey, it was a great photo.

Serena was standing over me looking down at the photograph as well, "That's her, Rose McGowan. We're meeting her next Wednesday at 2:00pm at her apartment in town."

"Should be interesting."

Serena took a seat on the couch next to me, "Interesting! If the stories are true this gal has more notches on her bedpost than Cher has plastic surgeons!"

Still looking down at the picture I replied "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration, don't you?" then I continued in a softer voice, "But, man! Can you imagine what it must be like at that mansion?"

Realizing I had spoken that last part out loud I quickly looked over to Serena. She was sitting there staring out into space with a small smile on her lips. A smile that I was quite familiar with. All I had to do was look down at the picture in my hand to see its twin. Well, well. Rose wasn't the only one with a secret. Seems Serena was holding back on me.

"Almost." she said in an equally soft voice.

I took a longer look at the woman beside me, at the distant gaze on her face, the smile playing on her lips that threatened at any moment to blossom into a full grown grin. Could it be? Did I have company while cleaning that pool in Malibu? Could Serena be seeing herself at play in the mansion with Rose and the others? Fuck! I'd never get into her pants if that were the case!

But it would certainly make for a fascinating time come Wednesday.

Oh well, at least I could have some fun calling her on it, "What are you smiling about?"

Clearing her throat and trying hard not to look like she'd been caught with her hand in the nookie jar, Serena came up with as equally lame a response as I had earlier, "Nothing! Just thinking about... the story! Just thinking about the story!"

Actually, that was even more lame than my response had been, "Uh huh. So what's the plan?"

 Wednesday 1:51pm 

"And I'm telling you that I have an appointment to meet Rose McGowan at this address today at 2:00pm."

"Ma'am I don't care what you say, your name isn't in the book and unless you're in the book you are not getting upstairs."

"What are you trying to hide? Does Rose McGowan live here or not? You're trying to hide something from me."

"Ma'am I'm not hiding..."

"Of course I live here. Why else would I agree to meet you here?"

We turned around to face the new entry to our conversation with the security guard. Standing there in a blue tube top with a cream colored leather miniskirt was Rose McGowan, our interviewee for the day. She moved past us to the guard's station to accept the small bundle of mail he was holding out for her.

"Sorry about the confusion Andy, I guess I forgot to tell you these people were coming by today."

"That's okay Miss McGowan. It's no problem at all. If you could just have your guests sign in here we'll be all set."

Rose looked to where Serena and I were standing and walked over to us, "You I know, but you..." she ran a finger up my forearm before continuing, "... I don't know. Yet."

Serena held a hand out to Rose, who accepted it, giving it a firm shake before letting go, "Hi. I'm Serena Altschul and this is my cameraman, Dennis Parker."

"Hello Dennis, it's nice to meet you."

"Hi, nice to meet you." I held out my hand and Rose shook it, hanging on to it just a second or two longer than was absolutely necessary before releasing it and turning back to the security guard.

"If you'll sign in we can go upstairs."

 Wednesday 1:57pm 

Rose let us in to her apartment and led us to the living room. Serena was looking all around her, while trying not to appear like she was looking all around her, but judging by the tiny smile on Rose's lips I don't think she was being successful. I watched Serena quietly as I unpacked the camera equipment. It was sometimes surprising how much information could be gleaned before an interview just by engaging in some discreet snooping.

"This is a nice place you have here."

"Thanks. I like it. It's not as big as some others but it's close to work and it's got a great view of the city at night. All in all, not too shabby."

"You live here full time then?"

Rose looked up at that, some surprise showing on her face, "Well, yeah, this is my apartment. That's the second time you've questioned whether I live here. Where else would I live?"

Serena had moved over to the wall of windows that looked out over the city, "Oh, I don't know, maybe at your boyfriend's place..."

"I don't have a boyfriend just now. I'm not in serious dating mode at the moment."

"Okay. If you say you live here fulltime I believe you."

Rose's look sharpened. She stared intently at Serena for a moment trying to figure out what the blonde was up to, but after a few seconds she gave up, apparently not finding what she was looking for in the older girl's face. Instead she switched gears and went for another approach.

"So my manager wasn't real specific about this interview. Something about a fluff piece for CNN about rising female stars in Hollywood. Trials, tribulations, stuff like that."

Serena turned back from the windows, "Something like that, yeah. You ready?"

That last part was to me. I nodded and gave her a thumbs up and waited for Serena to give the signal.

"We're ready to go. Why don't we take a seat and we can start the interview. Any preferences where we do this?"

Rose gestured over to a free standing couch by the far wall, "Well there is a conversation pit. Seems appropriate for an interview."

The conversation 'pit' wasn't really a pit, since it wasn't sunken below floor level, but it was a pretty good spot to conduct an interview with the couch opposite two overstuffed chairs and a coffee table in between them. The couch and chairs ran perpendicular to the wall which featured a large working fireplace. With nothing behind the couch or either chair it was possible to maneuver completely around the area making it perfect for me to tape in.

Serena and Rose each sat on the couch, Rose to my left, half turned in her seat, her left arm on the back of the couch and her head propped up by her hand. She pulled her left leg onto the sofa and tucked it under her, leaving her right foot on the floor for the time being. Given the length, or lack thereof, of her skirt I would have to be careful when taping her. Wouldn't want to give the good folks at CNN apoplexy.

Serena took a seat to my right, facing mostly outward with both feet on the floor and turned slightly in to the couch, allowing her to switch easily between facing Rose or the camera. I was going to have to be pretty careful with her as well. Her skirt might not have been as short as Rose's, but it would never be called long, and she was wearing a white blouse open practically to the navel, and as usual, she had neglected to wear a bra.

We ran through a quick check of the camera, light, sound levels and whatnot and when all checked out Serena began, "Okay, we're here today with Rose McGowan, star of the TV Series 'Charmed'. Rose has been kind enough to agree to answer a few questions for us. Hello Rose and thank you for agreeing to this interview."

I pulled back, bringing Rose into the frame as she said her hellos, "Hi. I'm happy to be here."

Back to Serena, "Before we get started lets do a short bio on Rose. Rose McGowan, born September 5th, 1973 in Florence Italy. She moved to the US at age 9..."

I tuned Serena out while she droned on about Rose's biography. I had been working with her long enough to know her rhythm and I felt pretty comfortable that I wouldn't miss anything or screw up when it came time to switch to Rose. Sure enough, I caught the last part of Serena's recap of Rose's involvement in the cult Children of God in Italy and switched to Rose in time for her answer.

"Yeah, I was born into the cult, but my parents took me away from it when I was 5. That's why we came to the US, to get away from the cult."

Serena moved on to other topics, advancing rapidly through Rose's life and getting some really good responses from the dark-haired beauty. It was actually a pretty good interview. Rose was charming and witty and playful, and beneath it all there was an undercurrent, a barely veiled sexuality that was always present, just waiting for a chance to get out.

We were about twenty minutes into it when Serena's cell phone rang. She looked down at the caller ID and told me to stop taping.

"I've got to take this. Is there somewhere where I can..."

Rose pointed to the terrace, "Why don't you take it out there. Reception's better and you'll have some privacy."

As soon as Serena was outside Rose stood up and snapped open her own cell phone, walking over to stand in front of me as she dialed, "Yeah it's me... I'm not sure yet... I don't know... I'm handling it... Hang on."

She put her call on hold and tucked the phone under her chin while she reached up and grabbed the elastic of her tube top, pulling it down and allowing both breasts to spring free. Before I could even react she reached down and grabbed my right hand and pulled it up, slamming it onto her left boob. I was too shocked to say a word. I was not too shocked to gently squeeze the flesh of her breast repeatedly.

While I stood there kneading her breast she resumed her phone conversation, "I'm back... Working on it as we speak... I'll let you know... Bye."

Rose put the phone away and turned to address me in a no-nonsense voice, "Dennis, I think I need a little help here. Would you like to help me?"

My voice cracking, I croaked out a reply "Yes."

"Good boy. Why don't you tell me what's really going on here."

When I didn't respond she upped the ante, "Tell me what you know and I'll see to it that you are rewarded beyond your wildest fantasies."

"Wha... Wha... Wha... What kind of reward?" I could not be bought. Not for any amount of money.

Rose gave me a look that can only be described as calculating, "You help me out of this and I will fuck you from here 'til Sunday. Any hole. Any time. As often as you are physically able. Promise. All you have to do is tell me what's going on and help me when I ask. Deal?"

Oh. That kind of reward. Wha'd'ya know, I could be bought after all. Well at least I wasn't cheap. Easy perhaps, but not cheap.

"Dennis? I'm up against a clock here. I need an answer."

My mouth had gone dry and my heart was hammering in my throat. Speech was literally impossible for me at that moment. I nodded my head vigorously.

"Good boy. Now spill."

It took a few seconds for me to get my mouth working again. When I finally did I told Rose everything she wanted to know. What Serena was looking for, what she knew for fact, what she had from third parties but couldn't corroborate, and what she only suspected. When I was done Rose stood there silently for a minute, mulling it over, while I continued to fondle her breast. I could see that something was going on behind those liquid brown pools of hers, but I had no idea what she was thinking. This gal should consider playing in one of those celebrity poker games, she doesn't have a single tell.

When she finally did respond it was not at all what I expected, "There's nothing going on between you two, right?"

"What? No, of course not."

"But you want her? You want to be with her?"

I was feeling a bit alarmed, her perception was uncanny, "What gave you that impression?"

"Little things. Like the way you look at her when you think she can't see you, or the constant readjustments you make to your pants every time she crosses or uncrosses her legs. Or the not so subtle peeks down her blouse. Stuff like that. She has nice tits by the way. So, do you want her or not?"

I was floored. I thought I was being so cool, so cautious, hiding my desires so well, and twenty minutes with Rose and I was an open book. Not even. I was a short story. With pictures.

There didn't seem to be any reason for me to deny it, "Yes."

Rose stared at me for another minute, "Okay. I can work with this. In fact..." she looked at me with a devious smile, "... I think I can have a lot of fun with this. And remember, you do what I say when I say it and it's you and me for the rest of the week. Now here comes Serena. Make like nothing's happened."

We stood there for another second and then Rose raised an eyebrow before looking down at her chest.

Oh.

I reluctantly removed my hand from her breast and she snapped her tube top into place while moving back over to the couch to sit down.

Serena reentered the room looking a little less happy than when she left. She moved to my side and in a soft voice said "That was the producer. He said the lawyers are watching this one very closely, and unless we can nail this tight he's going to kill the story. Innuendo, rumor and hearsay are not going to be enough to take this to the next phase, we need something concrete."

"Like what?"

"An admission from Rose would do it. I'm going to have to confront her."

There was nothing really for me to say to that. Serena was the reporter, I was just the cameraman and this had been part of the plan all along. If Rose was going to get out of this she was going to have to do it mostly on her own. I was limited in what I could do, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try. They have a maxim in Afghanistan, something they say with a great deal of pride - An Afghani can never be bought. He can only be rented for a while. -- Well I felt the same way. And I had been rented through Sunday.

Serena turned back to face Rose, "Sorry about that. Assignment editors, always want to know when you'll be filing."

"No problem. It gave Dennis and me a chance to get to know one another a little. Right Dennis?"

"Right Rose."

Serena wasn't really paying attention to us and she moved back to the couch without responding. When she settled back in she looked up at the camera and returned to her questioning. Rose slipped right into interview mode as well, any indication that she was worried about the direction it was heading completely hidden.

Instead of operating on autopilot as I usually do for these things I was paying rapt attention to the give and take between the two women, especially some of the gems coming from Rose, "... creeped me out. I bet if you took off her little hat she'd have like big huge furry blue hair..."

But my favorites came in rapid succession a little while later, "Basically, my life as a young woman is to be sexually harassed as much as possible..."

I could see Serena's eyebrows going up on that one. She was close to the opening she had been looking for.




Playing Games



"... I've always admitted it, I'm a man with really nice breasts..."

Rose turned to look at the camera as she said this, catching my eye and smiling as my eyebrows went up almost to my hairline. But I had to agree. She has really, really nice breasts.

"... It's my job to spread deviance to the American youth..."

And there it was. Serena's opening. She pounced on it.

"So is that what you're doing at the mansion out in Malibu? Spreading deviance?"

If Serena expected Rose to be caught by surprise by the question she was sorely disappointed by the Irish beauty's answer, "Possibly. What mansion are you talking about? I spread deviance in a lot of places. You'll have to be more specific."

That may not have been the response Serena wanted to her question, but she was not a novice at this, she recovered her equilibrium easily and pressed her attack, "Okay, specifically the mansion that you share with Sarah Michelle Gellar, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jennifer Aniston. The one where you all live as lesbian lovers. The one that has seen visits from more than twenty prominent young actresses, not to mention singers, wrestling stars, playmates and porn stars. I have a pretty comprehensive list available if you'd like me to run through it."

Rose was wide-eyed at Serena's allegations, but not in a trapped, scared kind of way. She looked more incredulous than anything else, "Would I! Oh yes, please do. I have got to hear this!"

Looking a little unsure of herself Serena began to recite the women that were alleged to have been part of the activities at the mansion. When she was finished she looked over to Rose to gauge the raven-haired woman's reaction only to be once again taken aback. Rose was laughing her ass off.

When she could finally speak again she was able to splutter out, "You forgot Britney Spears."

"What?"

"I said, You forgot Britney Spears."

Serena was triumphant, "So you admit it!"

"No, but you named everyone else in the entertainment world, it'd be a shame if you forgot Britney."

"You're denying it?"

"Hell no! That story is so much better than anything else that's been reported about me lately, it'll do wonders for my rep! I haven't had anything out there even half this outrageous since I stopped seeing Brian. Let's run with it!"

Seeing the look of bewilderment on Serena's face Rose started to laugh uncontrollably again, eventually winding down when she ran out of breath, "Now if you'll excuse me for a minute, I've got to get some water. Can I get you guys anything?"

It was evident that Serena was off balance again so I answered for both of us, "No, thanks."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

The break could not have come at a better time. Serena needed the opportunity to regroup. She wasn't sure if she had what she wanted or not. Rose had said she wasn't denying it, but somehow Serena didn't think the suits at CNN were going to take this as the positive confirmation they demanded. And if Rose was not telling the truth, although which truth she was not telling was still up in the air, and they ran the story, then the libel lawsuits would be astronomical, and she could kiss any chance she had of a permanent gig at CNN goodbye.

Rose wandered back in from the kitchen and took a position at the far end of the couch away from Serena while she finished her water. She motioned to me to turn off the camera. The interview was obviously paused for the moment, so shutting down was not really a big deal. The real test would come if Serena wanted to start taping again.

Serena was still reviewing her options, trying to decide what direction she could take the interview in that would get her the information she was seeking. But no matter what angle she considered she kept running into the same wall each time and she was starting to get irritated. There had to be a way to get beyond this and get something useful out of Rose. But how?

Putting her empty glass down on the coffee table, it was Rose who spoke first, taking the decision out of Serena's hands and snapping her out of her daze a little, "So you've got me linked with all those women? I'm supposed to have had sex with all of them?"

Looking down the couch to the woman perched on the sofa's arm Serena replied, "That's right."

"And they keep coming back for more? They bring their friends along?"

"I guess so. Yes."

"Damn I'm good!"

Serena turned back from Rose, the frustration written plainly on her face. She looked over to me for some hint as to how to proceed, but I had nothing to offer so I shrugged my shoulders. This was clearly not going the way Serena had planned. Rose was not supposed to react like this. She should have vehemently denied the allegations while Serena used a combination of known facts and third party statements mixed with skilled questioning designed to get Rose off balance and positioned so that she would either make a mistake, inadvertently confirming the story, or she would be left with no choice but to admit to the claims. Or she could have become evasive, refusing to answer Serena's questions and ultimately demanding an end to the interview. Rose had done neither, had in fact appeared to embrace Serena's charges without confirming or denying. She was treating this as one big PR campaign destined to cement her reputation as Hollywood's true wild child.

It was becoming apparent to Serena that by responding the way she had, Rose had left her with absolutely nowhere to go. Rose wasn't denying the allegations, and by admitting to them, without really admitting to anything, people would come away from the interview not believing the story, concluding that Rose was just being Rose. Intentionally or not, the pale-skinned woman had done an excellent job of stopping Serena dead in her tracks.

There were, of course, additional things that Serena could have used to build her case against Rose and the others. Pictures of the girls together out and about, shopping on Rodeo Drive, going into Joseph's night club in L.A., coming out of Joseph's, going back into Joseph's, more shopping on Rodeo Drive, in short, more than enough to prove that the women knew each other and were very close. And kind of boring. At least when they were out in public. Pretty much the same as every other celeb, except for the complete nutjobs like Courtney Love and Russell Crowe.

Serena also had the statements from people who had been at the various clubs on the nights the girls had been out partying, the waitresses, clerks and patrons who had seen them. People who had witnessed how the girls interacted, how they danced together, touched each other. One waiter at Joseph's had claimed that he had seen Sarah and Love making out in a corner, his description of the event overly passionate to the point of being reverent, but Serena was never able to find anyone who could, or would, corroborate it. However more than a few of the people she questioned had expressed great disappointment at having missed the alleged display.

Then there had been her encounter with the three young men who were the closest neighbors to the mansion. Waldo something Harrington, Franklin and Delbert. When she first approached them they had seemed friendly and open to talking to her, until she started to ask questions about their famous neighbors. Then they got suspicious and defensive and refused to answer even the simplest questions, such as who lived at the mansion. Then they tried to sell her weed, offering some sort of secret blend of theirs and asking her if she liked Mexico. And then they accused her of being an operative for the CIA and told her she had to leave. The whole thing had been entirely too weird to be of any use at all.

Finally, there was the police report filed the night Sarah had been attacked, but that only confirmed that the blonde starlet had been at the mansion, not that she lived there. Although why she had been there alone with Alyson Hannigan was a question that had yet to be answered to Serena's satisfaction. And on that very same night Rose had been arrested defending Love. Remarkable perhaps, but hardly definitive proof.

Circumstantial, circumstantial, circumstantial, weird and irrelevant. That was the sum total of Serena's 'evidence'. That plus a copy of the title to the mansion that she had received from the clerk's office. And all by itself that proved nothing. Except maybe that Jennifer and Brad Pitt's marriage wasn't on such solid ground as they would like everyone to think.

No, she needed this interview, needed an admission that at least some of the rumors were true. Without that she was left with nothing that she could put on the air, but she still didn't know how she was going to get anything out of Rose. What she did know is that she could not give up, not yet anyway.

She tried one last time, "I can prove that you, Aniston, Gellar and Hewitt are close friends, we have dozens of pictures of you together in various combinations, including one of the four of you leaving a restaurant in L.A."

"Can I see that?"

Serena opened her file folder and rifled through the contents, finding the photo and handing it over to Rose, "I remember this. Do you have any idea how long ago this was? This is the day we met up at Checkers for lunch. Look at that smile on Love's face. Hey, can I keep this? I don't think Love has a shot of the four of us like this and I know she'd like one."

"So you admit that the four of you are friends?"

"Well duh!"

"And we can tie you and the others to the house. We know you all spend time there." That wasn't precisely true, only Jennifer Aniston and Sarah could be physically linked to the house, but Serena had run out of options, so bluffing was playing an increasingly larger role in her inquiry.

"And if that is true then it follows we must all be lovers."

"I think I could make the case for it."

"Spare me. Oh sure, maybe if you were doing the story for Extra, or Entertainment Tonight. They don't let anything like lack of proof get in the way of a really juicy story. But you're not. You're here for CNN and they have this annoying tendency to want their journalists to use facts when reporting a story. Facts that have been verified and corroborated by multiple sources. And you don't have that. How do I know this? I'll tell you how. Because I already said you could run with this, that I would not deny anything. But you won't. Why is that I wonder? Could it be that you know that you don't have enough to prove anything? Could it be that your producers won't run the story unless they get concrete evidence that at least some of your claims are true? Could it be that proving that Jennifer owns a house in Malibu and that she and I and Sarah and Love are all friends and we spend time there is not enough? Face it, you've got nothing. This is just a fucking fishing expedition and so far you've come up empty. So why are you still here?"

Rose had been pacing while she was talking and when it became clear that Serena was not about to answer her anytime soon she moved over to the windows, staring out over the cityscape and waiting for some sort of reaction from the blonde woman. Serena motioned to me to join her by the couch and I moved over and took a seat on the coffee table.

She leaned in close to me and started to speak softly, "She's right, coming here was a mistake, I see that now. I should have started with one of the others, no one would take these allegations about Rose McGowan seriously, it would just be written off as yet another wild story about her. Especially if she's the one confirming it."

"Maybe, but you had to start somewhere, and Aniston has way too much clout in this town. She'd be able to shut you down with one phone call."

Serena nodded at that and we sat for a couple of seconds while she thought about her next move, when she suddenly said "Gellar. I should have started with Sarah Michelle Gellar. She's got a rep as a stable person, and rumor has it she's got quite the temper. I bet she would have reacted more predictably... Hewitt! She's the one. I need to confront Love Hewitt."

I shook my head in answer, "That may be so, but if there's any truth to these rumors I'd say that's a missed opportunity. No way you're going to get within a hundred yards of her now that they know you're on to them."

"Then what do we do? I can't let this drop just because Rose outmaneuvered me."

"I don't think Rose is done just yet. Why don't we see what she does next?"

Serena accepted my suggestion without further comment, and waited for Rose to come back from the windows, while I returned to the camera equipment.

Rose had not been staring out the window just to pass the time, while waiting for the conversation going on behind her to end. She was thinking furiously. And her thoughts were running very much along the same line as Serena's. The blonde would not give up just because she didn't get what she wanted that day. She'd try again, and next time she'd go after one of her friends, Sarah maybe or... Love. Serena would go after Love next. Now that was something that Rose could not allow. But how to stop it? She and Sarah could not be with the adorable brunette every second of every day, no matter how much fun it might be to try. So how to stop Serena from cornering Love on a movie set, or out for an audition, catch her off guard and get her to admit to something that could be disastrous for them all?

By giving the blonde reporter what she really wanted, but in such a way that she could never use it, that's how.

If lions could smile they'd wear one very similar to the one Rose had on when she turned back from the windows to face the journalist sitting on the couch. She had chosen a course of action, and as it had so often in the past, this course required Rose to use her vast array of skills at seduction. And all those skills would be brought to bear on one single prey. The only decision remaining was whether this prey was to be played with or eaten. However, for Rose the two were often the same thing.

Rose moved away from the windows and back over to the couch, taking up a position directly behind Serena. Leaning over she brought her mouth next to Serena's right ear to speak, "Let's say for arguments sake that your claim is true. Every word of it. I really do live in a mansion with Sarah and the others and I really did have sex with all those women. Hell, why stop there? Let's say I've had sex with over a hundred women..."

Rose had moved her left hand onto Serena's shoulder and was gently massaging the blonde.

"... maybe even two hundred. All of them young, and sexy, and very, very horny, and each one of them nastier than the last. Can you imagine, after spending all that time, after all that experience, after taking all those women to new heights of ecstasy, after dipping my tongue in all those tight, dripping, hot, tasty pussies, after bringing all those women to a screaming, shuddering, heart-stopping climax... Can you imagine what I could do to you?"

Unnoticed by either Serena or myself Rose had moved her hand off the taller woman's shoulder while she was talking and had snaked it down inside the blonde's open blouse, coming to a stop between Serena's breasts. At the word 'imagine' she moved her hand to the right and cupped Serena's right breast, getting a low moan of pleasure from the blue-eyed woman. Rose kept her hand there for many seconds, not doing anything with it, just letting it rest on Serena's tit, allowing the blonde to grow accustomed to the touch of her warm flesh.

And then in a heartbeat it was gone. Rose stood up and removed her hand from Serena's blouse while the blonde tried to pretend it had never been there in the first place. Serena got up from the couch and went to stand by the fireplace, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Rose watched her silently for a moment then turned toward me and winked. It was go time.

Rose stretched and yawned widely, her tits stretching the material of her tube top almost to the breaking point. When she was finished she turned and started to move over to join Serena by the wall, trailing a finger along the back of the couch as she walked.

Coming to a stop a couple of paces from the older woman Rose said to no one in particular, "I'm bored. This interview's no fun anymore. I know! Let's play a game!"

Serena looked up at that, "You want to play a game? Sorry, I didn't come here to play games with you."

Rose closed the remaining distance to Serena and lifted her right hand to play with the buttons on the blue-eyed woman's blouse. Serena stiffened when Rose approached her, but she relaxed somewhat when the shorter woman's hand skipped down to a button just above her navel.

Rose continued to move her hand down Serena's body until she was playing with the hem of the blonde's skirt before responding at last, "Lady, all we've been doing since we started is playing games of your choosing. Now we're going to play one I like. And you're going to play with me."

"You're pretty damn sure of yourself, aren't you? What makes you think I'm going to stick around to play your games?"

Rose shrugged as if the answer to the first question was obvious, replying to the second instead, "You're young. You're single. You really want to know what's going on at the mansion. I've had my finger in your pussy for the last 30 seconds."

Serena gave out a small yelp at that and her head snapped down as she started to slap Rose's hand away. I had been following the entire exchange and even I hadn't seen Rose's hand move under Serena's skirt so my head did its own sudden drop as my eyes sought confirmation of the dark-haired woman's claim.

Only it wasn't true and Rose started laughing as she avoided Serena's swipes, lifting both her hands to her shoulders and wiggling her fingers, demonstrating for both of us that her digits were free of any fluids. Damn. I would've paid good money to see Rose licking Serena's cream from her fingers. Even more if I could help.

Rose was laughing, I was mildly disappointed, and Serena, well Serena was confused again. The look on her face was part relief and part terror. Relief because she was happy to find out that Rose had only been bluffing, and terrified because she had believed, if only for a moment, that Rose really had been fingering her. But the worst part was that when she realized that Rose was bluffing, her first feeling was one of disappointment.

When Rose stopped laughing she continued as if there had been no interruption, "Besides, this is the only way you're going to find out what's really going on in Malibu."

Serena was intrigued by that and her head came back up, "What are you saying? You'll answer my questions? Why now?"

Rose closed in on Serena again, pressing her body against the taller woman's and pinning her to the wall beside the fireplace, answering the last question first, "Because I want this over. I don't want to be constantly worried that you're going to blindside me or one of my friends with these allegations every time we go out. So here's the deal, you play my game, by my rules, and beat me, and I'll give you what you want. For real this time."

Serena opened her mouth to ask another question and Rose pressed her mouth to the blonde's hard, catching her completely off guard with the kiss. At first Serena was too shocked to do anything but after a few seconds she began to struggle, trying to free herself and remove the unwanted invader from her mouth. After another few seconds Serena's struggles lessened and she started to respond more favorably, and by the end of the kiss she was as fully engaged in the effort as Rose was.

As quickly as she started Rose ended the kiss and moved away from Serena, leaving the blonde gasping for air by the fireplace, "Ah buuuh."

Rose had a smug look on her face as she again announced to no one, "I am good!"




Playing Games



Serena was still where Rose had left her and I went over to join her. As I approached she looked at me and blushed deeply, guessing correctly that I had seen her start to respond to Rose's kiss. Under normal circumstances I probably would have teased her mercilessly, but since I was now part of Rose's agenda, whatever that would end up being, I decided it would be best to just ignore Serena's embarrassment.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to go along with this?"

"What choice do I have?"

"We could always leave. Try something else. Move on to the next assignment maybe."

"No, I leave now and I'll never get what I need in time to convince the higher-ups. At least if I stay I have a chance." I already knew she wouldn't willingly abandon the story, which is why I felt safe in suggesting we leave.

"So you're going to play this 'game' with Rose. You don't even know what she's got in mind!"

"Yeah, I'm going to play, and I'm going to win! But I guess I should find out what the game is."

Serena asked her question and Rose countered, "Do we have a deal? You win I give you what you want. You lose, you go away and promise not to bother me or my friends anymore."

"First tell me what the 'game' is."

"Unh uh. I want your word first."

They stood there staring at each other, each one willing the other to back down first, but Rose was playing the better hand and Serena eventually caved in, "Okay. You've got a deal. I lose and I promise to drop the story." then turning to me to with a plaintive, "This has got to be a new low for investigative journalism."

I tried to lighten Serena's mood a bit by offering, "Oh c'mon. It's not even close. Geraldo Rivera is still out there somewhere. This is nowhere near as bad as Al Capone's vault."

Serena shot me a dirty look before responding dryly "Thanks. I feel so much better." then turning back to Rose she asked, "So what's this game?"

Rose got this huge Cheshire cat-like grin on her face as she answered "Strip Truth or Dare of course!"

"Strip Truth or Dare."

"What, you'd rather play Strip Chutes and Ladders?"

Serena covered her face with her hands.

 Wednesday 3:11pm 

"Okay, so these are the rules..."

Serena had taken a seat on the couch once more and I was occupying one of the chairs opposite her. Rose was standing by the fireplace detailing how the game was going to be played.

"... we each take a turn, selecting truth or dare, and the other person gets to ask a question, which must be answered truthfully, or sets a dare, which must be accepted. Pretty much the same rules as the regular variety. But here's where it differs, if you don't answer truthfully, or don't accept the dare, you lose one article of clothing each time. First person completely naked loses. It's simple. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, each shoe counts as one item and you can't always choose truth, at least every third turn must be a dare. Questions?"

Serena had some, "Yeah, what about Dennis? He's probably wearing more clothing than either of us."

"Dennis isn't playing, it's just you and me."

Not playing? Damn!

Serena seemed almost as disappointed as I was, but probably not for the same reasons, "Why not? Why shouldn't he have to go through this as well?"

Rose flashed Serena a sunny smile, "Because Dennis is going to be the prop. And the consolation prize."

"The prop... You mean?"

"I mean."

Serena's face had gone blank and her skin was almost as pale as Rose's as all the blood drained away. She stayed that way for a few moments then she started to look back and forth from me to Rose, looking for some sign that the dark-haired girl was kidding. I was probably looking a little pale myself, but in my case the blood hadn't simply drained away. It was rushing to my cock.

"You can't be serious?"

Rose the predator made a brief appearance, "Sweetie, I'm always serious when it comes to sex games."

Serena covered her face with her hands once again.

 Wednesday 3:37pm 

It took some time for Serena to come around, but eventually she did. Bottom line, she wanted this story and the only way to get it was through Rose. And the only way through Rose was the game. A silly child's game, with a very adult twist.

Serena made all the predictable protests and I watched in fascination as Rose deflected each one, sometimes even looking like she was physically turning them aside with the back of her hand as she waved it in front of her. When Serena ran out of objections Rose turned on the charm, cajoling and coercing the older woman, painting vivid pictures for her, dangling enticements, and tempting her with promises to reveal all the hidden stories of the mansion in Malibu. Every last single lascivious one of them.

All of these had some impact on the blonde, went some small way towards getting her to proceed with the game, but, if you ask me, it was curiosity that eventually got Serena to comply.

It had been curiosity that brought us to Rose, plain and simple. Serena's curiosity had been evident from the second the first whiff of rumor had crossed her desk. It was curiosity that got her to pitch the story, defend it against charges that there was insufficient evidence to support it, and argue that she could find what she needed to button the story up. And it was curiosity that had Serena clinging, against all hope, to the belief that if she just hung in there long enough, kept trying, kept prodding and poking and pushing, she'd get what she came for. So after nearly a half hour of persuading Serena finally yielded and agreed to go on with Rose's game.

When she did at last relent Rose was very happy, "Good, now we can get started. And to show you that I'm a good sport and want you to have a fighting chance I'm going to let you go first and spot you one article of clothing."

Serena just looked at Rose, mentally adding up the number of pieces the shorter woman was wearing and comparing it to her own count. Looked like five items apiece when you counted the shoes. She waited for Rose to make good on her promise.

Rose watched Serena watch her. After a few seconds it dawned on her what the blonde must be waiting for and she grasped the hem of her skirt with both hands, lifting slowly and stopping a centimeter short of showing what she was wearing beneath the leather. She paused there for a time, making sure both Serena and I were watching intently and then she jerked her skirt up the last couple of inches and exposed... everything.

Rose was not wearing underwear. Not a stitch. And if that was not bare enough, she was completely shaved. Not a hair. She left her skirt where it was while Serena and I stared at her bald slit. My cock, which had deflated while I waited for Rose to convince Serena, was quickly getting hard again. The sheer unabashed nature of Rose's action, and the complete lack of inhibition displayed while she stood there, was making this one of the most exciting moments of my life. And she was just standing there! God only knows what it was going to be like later when I collected my reward. I hadn't told Rose at the time, lacking the ability to think and form words and such, but I had some pretty wild fantasies. And Rose had promised to surpass them. I began to hyperventilate.

"Okay, I think that settles that..." Rose let her skirt drop back into place, breaking the spell that had fallen over the room, "...so let's see... okay, I think we've covered everything, why don't we begin. Serena, you go first."

I wasn't the only person to have been mesmerized by Rose's bawdy display. Serena was sitting there with her mouth half open, staring at the younger woman's shaved snatch with almost as much intensity as I was. When Rose dropped her skirt Serena blinked and reached up to push her hair back behind her ear, a nervous gesture I had seen her perform more than once that day. Rose joined Serena on the couch as she waited for the blonde to start the game. With a sigh Serena opened her mouth to begin, then closed it and sat in silence for a moment. Sighing once more, she tried again.

"Truth or Dare?"

Rose did her Cheshire cat impression again, "Dare of course. Truth can be so boring."

Serena looked at Rose while she considered her choices. What could she dare Rose to do? More importantly, what dare could she put before Rose that the raven-haired woman would not be willing to do? She flashed back on the sight of a leather miniskirt held up to the waist exposing a hairless pussy. The answer was obvious. Not much. Unless...

"I dare you to tell me the truth about the mansion in Malibu!"

"AAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHH!!" Rose made an annoying buzzer sound then slipped into the oily tones of a game show host, "Ooh sorry, but that is a violation of the rules. That was clearly a question when a dare was called for. You lose your turn and you are penalized one article of clothing."

Serena started to protest, "Hey you never said I couldn't ask a question inside of a dare!"

"My game, my rules! And I say something goes!"

Serena looked like she wanted to complain some more but one look at Rose and she decided it wasn't worth the risk of losing the game. She kicked a shoe off, sending it over to the fireplace for good measure.

Rose smiled at the blonde then took her turn with Serena, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

Naturally. "Is your pussy wet?"

"What!?! Of course not!"

"AAANNNNNNNNHHH!!" at least the buzzer noise was shorter this time, "Don't make me come over there and check!"

Serena gave Rose a nasty look while the younger woman looked at her meaningfully. After a few seconds she sighed again and said with exasperation in her voice, "Oh all right!" kicking her left shoe off to join the right by the wall, "Happy now?"

"Very. Your turn."

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"Gee. What a shock." Serena thought for a few seconds and then with a sly smile said "Okay, I've got a dare for you. Suck Dennis' dick. There's your dare!"

The smile on Rose's face got larger as she looked at Serena, "Ooh. Someone here doesn't believe in a slow buildup. I like that in a girl!" Rose got off the couch and walked towards me as she motioned for me to stand up, "Hope you're up for this dude."

We both looked down at the tent in my khaki shorts. Up for it wasn't really in question. Staying up was going to be the real problem. Speaking of which.

"Umm, how long do you... you know... need me for?"

Rose looked back over to Serena, "That's a good question. How's five minutes sound? That acceptable to you?"

Serena shrugged. If she had thought it through a little she would have realized that she had opened herself up to dares of a similar nature and by not saying anything she had agreed to a five minute duration for those as well. Well it was too late now, Rose was getting ready to start.

Rose stood in front of me and with her right hand she reached out and started to stroke my cock through my shorts, her breathing already elevated a bit. She mumbled something but I didn't catch it, and after a minute or so she looked up to meet my eyes, but she left her hand on my prick.

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've been with a guy?" she was almost conversational about it, but I could see the excitement in her eyes, and there was actually some color in her cheeks.

I shook my head and Rose continued, as if even she couldn't believe it, "Let's just say that it was before I became friends with Sarah and Love." She stood there rubbing me for a few more seconds before continuing in a softer voice, "That's an awfully long time to go without a man."

With a small shudder she smiled at me and dropped to her knees, reaching up for my belt and starting to undo my shorts, pausing to look up at me and say, "You'd better be worth it."

Rose finished removing my belt and started on my zipper. As she did my cock slipped out and presented itself for inspection. Rose wasn't the only one who had gone commando that day.

"Whoa, dude. That's a mighty big dick you've got there."

Rose moved over to the side some so Serena could get a clearer view of the two of us. I heard her gasp when she got a good look at my prick and I glanced over to her. She was sitting there looking at me with the same open mouthed stare on her face as when Rose had demonstrated her lack of undergarments. Serena was sending out some very mixed signals here and I really wasn't sure what to make of them. But I liked the idea that the size of my dick took her breath away.

Rose was stroking me to full hardness and as I looked down she had a look of such wild-eyed pleasure on her face that I had to chuckle. That caused her to look up at me and when she made eye contact she pressed my shaft up against my belly and ducked down to suck one of my balls into her mouth. The chuckles died in my throat, replace by a loud, low groan.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... FUCK that feels good!"

Rose pulled the ball away from my body a bit only to let it slip from her mouth and fall back into place. She repeated this on my other nut, then again with both of them at the same time. Then she swirled her tongue around my scrotum, licking first one side, then the other. She varied her performance, sometimes licking and sometimes sucking, and occasionally she would suck both my balls into her mouth and run her tongue over as much of their surface as she could reach. After about a minute of that she started to work my shaft into the fun, licking up the underside to the tip and swirling her tongue around my glans. This always got her another long moan.

I hadn't glanced at my watch when Rose started, but I figured she'd been bathing my balls for about two minutes already. Whether Rose was working off some internal clock, or if she'd just had enough of playing with my nuts, she grabbed the base of my shaft in her right hand and backed off a bit.

Looking up at me again she said "Hope I remember how to do this right."

She opened her mouth and with a "thhhppptt" sound she inhaled my manhood like it was a strawberry twizzler. I know that's not really what she did, but she swallowed the entire length of my cock so quickly it was like watching the Red Sox playoff hopes disappear. One second it was there and the next it was gone. And given my size, and Rose's claim to be out of practice, this was no insignificant feat.

But Rose wasn't done impressing me yet. Leaving the beginnings of a Harlot Red lipstick ring behind on the base of my shaft Rose began to back off slowly, sucking on me so hard I was almost forced to take a half-step forward. When she at long last reached the head of my pole she let it pop out of her mouth with a small smacking sound. I thought she would immediately repeat the maneuver but instead she licked my shaft down one side and back up the other, getting me good and wet, and then, with another "thhhppptt" she sucked me down into her throat, her nose pressed once again into my pubic hair and the lipstick ring adding another coat. Just like the last time she applied very heavy suction as she pulled away and I started to believe that maybe it was possible to suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.

Rose repeated this a few more times, the only difference being that sometimes she would hold her head upright as she backed off and other times she would tilt it left or right. It made no real difference to me, except there was a little added pleasure when I would feel her tongue dragging along the bottom of my shaft just a bit to the left or right of center.

Since I hadn't paid any attention to the time when Rose started I didn't really know how long she'd been sucking me, but I guessed that we'd been at it for just about four minutes when Rose abandoned the slow dismount and started to piston her head up and down my shaft rapidly, giving me a no-hands blowjob, using her right hand only to gently massage my nuts.

After about 30 seconds of this high-speed action, just as I was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm building in my balls, Rose dropped my dick from her mouth and said "That must have been about five minutes, don't you think?"

"No, it wasn't. You've got at least another minute, maybe two!"

Rose wiped the back of her hand along her mouth and got off her knees to walk back over to the couch, patting me on the shoulder before she turned away, "Sorry dude. Can't have you going off so soon. The fun's just beginning and I need you hard."   

For a second it looked like she wanted to reach down and give my rod a little tug, but she decided not to, probably figuring correctly that any additional stimulation and I might pop. As much as I might have wanted to at that moment, I'm glad she didn't. I wanted to save my load for something better.

Rose took her seat back on the couch and turned to Serena, "I guess that makes it my turn now. Truth or Dare?"

Serena had watched Rose take her dare with a mixture of bemusement, resignation and a large dose of excitement. The excitement was easy to understand, she had just watched Rose give a blowjob for the last five minutes. And she was resigned because she knew that as long as Rose kept choosing dare over truth she was going to lose the game and thereby lose her last remaining chance to get to the bottom of things at the mansion in Malibu.

But it was the bemusement that was most fascinating. Serena was confused because a part of her really admired Rose's healthy attitude about her own sexuality. The younger girl was easily the most sexual person Serena had ever encountered. She absolutely radiated sex. The way she dressed, the way she moved, her choices in makeup, the way she interacted with others, all screamed 'I am a sexual being now deal with it'. More than anyone else Serena knew, Rose's core personality was based on her sexuality. Rose was sex. In a very real way to know Rose was to fuck her. Serena envied her for that and wished that she could be just a little more like that. If she spent any significant amount of time around Rose she probably would be.

And in spite of all that Serena still wasn't ready to make the leap, "Truth."

Rose gave Serena a knowing smile, one that indicated she knew just how close the blonde had come to selecting dare, only to back off at the last moment. She kept her gaze on the older woman until Serena had to look down, shuffling her bare feet on the carpet in front of the couch.

Rose continued to look a few seconds longer then presented her question, "You want me to kiss you again, don't you?"

Serena's eyes widened in disbelief. How could she possibly know that?

It never even entered her mind to answer the question dishonestly, "Yes."

Rose got up from the couch and moved the few feet necessary to bring her to Serena's side, taking a seat and meeting the blonde's eyes with her own, as she brought her right hand up to cup the taller girl's cheek, "Then I guess you'll have to choose dare next time, won't you?"

Getting up from the couch Rose turned away leaving a bewildered Serena behind, but before she took a single step the TV star turned back around and placed a gentle, almost chaste, kiss on the light-haired woman's lips, hurrying back to her original spot on the sofa when it was over. Serena sat there for a moment, her tongue licking her lips once, and a small smile settling on her face.

Realizing she was being watched she cleared her throat and said "My turn I guess? Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

Serena objected, "Unh uh, no fair. If I can't do truth three times in a row, you can't choose dare."

"It's not three times in a row, this is only the second time."

"No. It is three times, the first was when I dared you to tell me the truth about Malibu, and the second time was..." Serena waved her hand in my direction "... you know... with Dennis."

"The first time doesn't count."

"The hell it doesn't! I'm down a shoe because of that. It sure as shit counts!"




Playing Games



Scarlett sat herself back down at her desk and slyly shifted her skirt back into position. Casually checking her makeup a mirror, she wiped some of the lipstick smudge from around her mouth. She had fallen into the oldest cliché in the book and was fucking her boss in the toilets, his car, the stationary cupboard and at one point, in the canteen. She still hadn't gotten that ketchup stain out of her skirt.

Michael was pacing around in his room, legs burning from holding up Scarlett against the door. He'd cum twice, once in her mouth and once deep in her pussy. His resolve to keep it out of the office, dissolved almost first thing on Monday morning. Scarlett had come in with slightly curled, damp hair, walked straight past him to her desk and carried on like nothing had happened. It had continued all week, she ignored him all day, every day. In the end, he had called her into his office on the lunch break, when there was barely anyone in the office, bent her over his desk and fucked her. When they both had cum, she had stood up and said 'What took you so long?' before walking out.

She had changed since their first encounter, almost six months ago. Scarlett had become more confident, sexier, brighter, socialising more with colleagues and friends. And her work was improving too. Michael saw all of it and dismissed it. All he wanted to do was bite her neck until she moaned, suck her clit until she writhed and fuck her until she screamed out in pleasure. He had never been like this with women. They had thrown themselves at him, either fucked him or sucked him and he discarded them like the daily newspaper. But all he wanted to do with Scarlett was make her cum, see her pleasure. 

+++++

Scarlett swept everything into her bag and glanced over at Michael's office. She was one of the last ones there, waiting for the others to leave, so she could have some time with him. He was still on the phone, so she dug her phone out of her handbag and sent a quick text.

'Mine or yours?'

She grimaced at the cheesiness of the line and put the phone on her desk. She turned off her computer and stood up, just as her phone beeped.

'Not tonight, too busy. Have a good weekend.'

She looked up at his office and saw him frowning at his computer, refusing to look at her. Scarlett turned slowly and began to walk out of the office. A feeling of pure dread was rising in her stomach. Is he losing interest in me? Is he done with me now? Did I make it too easy for him? Hundreds of questions went swirling round in her mind as she walked to her car. By the time she had slid behind the wheel, self-doubt had turned to anger. Screw him if he didn't want to see her. She still had a life, somewhere and she was determined to use it this weekend. Scarlett unlocked her phone and quickly text three of her friends and started the car.

+++++

He watched her drive away, not really sure why he'd told her he wasn't going to see her all weekend. Obviously, his determination at that point had held fast and he was going to stick to it. He wanted to prove to himself that Scarlett didn't have a hold over him, that she didn't occupy his every waking thought, that he couldn't do anything else but think of ways to have sex with her. He slammed his office door shut and slumped down at his desk. Another half an hour and he'd text her to apologise. Maybe invite her over...

+++++

'Where on earth have you been hiding?' Laura, Scarlett's old university friend hugged her hello and passed her a beer.

'Trust me, you don't want to know.' Scarlett scanned the bar. It was still early and it was half empty but already she spotted three people she knew, and one guy she used to date. 

'Sounds like it's got a name.' Laura poked her in the ribs. 'You never did tell me when you were up to something.'

'It's not that, I didn't want to jinx anything, but I think this one might be over before it's even begun.' Scarlett sighed and almost felt herself well up with tears. 

'Hey, whoever he is, he's not worth it. Come on, Charlie and Chris are at the back. Let's go sit with them.' Laura smiled at her, knowing the only way to distract her was with drink and men. She quickly flipped on her phone and saw no contact. A strike of mischief went through her and she quickly uploaded her social networking site and put as her heading 'Out with Laura at Chickery's, bring on the beer!' Shutting down her phone, Scarlett allowed herself to be led to the two guys, who she knew of through Laura's old boyfriend. She sat down and started chatting about times at uni, about who knew who in their friendships circles, what they did and what they did now. Scarlett found that Chris's attention kept coming back to her, inching himself closer to her until it was just the two of them having a conversation. She didn't think he was ugly, but not overly attractive. Normal, with a bit of height, unlike Michael's tall frame, his defined arms that could wrap around her body, lifting her off the ground.

'Hey, do you want a shot?' Chris was about two inches from her face and Scarlett shot back, almost falling off her chair. 'Careful!' Chris stretched over to catch her and put her back on her feet. She could feel his hands on her bare arms and looked up at him. 

'I'm ok.' She tried to step backwards, but his hands stayed firmly in place. 'I said, I'm fine.' She pushed her arms out to get him to let go. 

'Chill out, Laura I think your friend's had a bit much to drink.' Chris joked when turning round.

'Scarlett, are you ok?' Laura stood up, now concerned for her friend. One look at Scarlett's face told her, no, everything was not ok.

'I'm just gonna go home, instead of being manhandled by drunken twats', Scarlett spat at Chris, Charlie now looking suitably embarrassed.

'Why don't you let me take you home?'

Scarlett froze. She recognised that deep timbre of his voice and turned slowly to face him.

'Michael.'

He looked past her to were Chris was now sat, mocking Scarlett. Michael didn't even look at her as he past her and walked straight up to Chris, towering over him.

'You should learn some manners.' Michael quietly spoke to Chris, so not even Scarlett could hear him. 'You touch her like that again, you will regret it.' And with that, he turned walked past Scarlett and out of the bar. Laura gawked at her as she watched him leave.

'Scar, who on earth was that? Was that they guy you've been seeing?' She questioned her as Scarlett continued to watch him.

'Huh? ... No, I... Sorry, Laura, I've got to go, is that ok?' She turned back to her friend.

'Yeah, no problem. Ring me tomorrow, let me know you're ok.' Laura smiled at Scarlett and went to sit with some other friends who had just arrived.

Scarlett placed her beer on the bar and quickly walked outside. She saw Michael leaning up against his car, eyes trained on the door, waiting for her to appear. He watched her as she walked across the car park to stand in front of him. All the anger that had been in her before at being brushed off as quickly resurfacing. 

'What on earth make you think that you have the right to follow me to a bar and defend me? I was doing it before you showed up, I can look after myself.' She glowered at him as he stood there motionless. 'Why are you here? Thought you were too busy to see me.' She crossed her arms and leant backwards.

'I did want to see you, but I was scared of what I might do to you.' The hungry look in his eyes was back.

'No, you don't win me over that easily.' Scarlett maintained her stance, seeing his eyes flick back to where Chris had come out of the bar for a cigarette. Something twigged in her mind.

'Are you kidding me? You're jealous?!?' She breathed.

'I didn't want you going out a sleeping with some random stranger.' He half growled at her. Scarlett hated herself for it but she could feel her pussy warming up. Strange how erotic being wanted actually was.

'Well, for one, he's not a stranger and what makes you think I wanted to sleep with him? Not that it's any of your business. Not like were anything more than sex,' she spat at him. She saw the flash of hurt in his eyes.

He looked her dead in the eyes. 'Is that what you really think?'

Scarlett faltered. 'Tell me were not then. That I'm not the latest dumb office bint to fall for your charms.'

Michael quickly moved himself in front of her, still looking her in the eyes. 'You are not any kind of dumb office bint. You are passionate, clever, sexy as fuck, and more.' She looked at him, trying to figure out whether he was lying or not. As she did, his lips slammed into hers, his hands moving through her hair. 'You are so fucking sexy and you think I feel nothing for you.' She felt him press his hard cock into her. 'Feel that then.' He spun her round to pin her against the car. Her hands moved up to run them across his back and down to his ass. She cupped both of his cheeks and pulled him to her, feeling his cock rubbed against her pussy through her dress.

'Christ, I want to fuck you now, get in.' Michael pulled back from her and opened the back door of his car. She paused, realising that if she did get in, the power would be his completely. But feeling the wetness between her legs made the animal, primal instinct within her take over. She slipped into the front seat and watched as Michael shut her door and then walked round to the other side. HE slammed the door shut and pulled out of the car park.

+++++

'So, are we going to yours or mine?' Michael grinned at her from behind the steering wheel. Scarlett looked at him, not amused at parroting her text from earlier in the day. She had a thought and immediately reached over to his cock.

'What are you doing?' Michael raised his eyebrow at her as she continued to fondle him through the fabric of his trousers. 

Without a word, she pushed her hand past the waistband of his trousers. Michael groaned softly. 'I'm not sure if you should be doing this or....' He trailed off as she slowly stroked his shaft, grazing his balls with every stroke. He gripped the steering wheel and focused straight out of the wind. 'Christ that feels good.' He couldn't look at her, without losing concentration so Scarlett stepped it up a bit.

She withdrew her hand and twisted in her seat. Reaching over, past his arms, she undid his flies to let his cock free. He moved one arm to the side to allow her easy access. She moved her head over and wrapped her mouth around his cock. Michael couldn't help but grunt, still fixed on driving the car safely. Scarlett could hear the traffic around them, turning her on even more. She heard a car beep, sending a pulse through her pussy. She lifted her head long enough to say, 'Use your fingers.' Then went back to sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, strumming him with her tongue. Michael moaned, taking one had off the steering wheel and reaching across for her pussy. She spread her legs as he slid his hand up her leg. He touched her outer lips, making her jerk, which made Michael twitch, throwing the car off path.

'Damn it Scarlett! You're gonna get us killed.' She lifted her head up, without a hint of humour, 'I don't hear you telling me to stop.' Michael looked back at the road as she sat up and threw his hand back at him. 'Mine, I'm going home.' She stared out of the window, wondering when he was going to stop playing with her emotions.

++++

'What the hell have I done now?' Michael followed her into her apartment that she now really wished she'd had a chance to clean a bit.

'I wish you wouldn't mess around with my emotions. Tell me, we're either just about sex or you want something else, but don't act like you've done nothing wrong.' In two strides he was pinning her against the wall, lifting her up.

'This is more than sex, but not right now. Right now, I need to hear you moan uncontrollably.' He slammed her against the wall, lips finding her neck and biting down, fingers clawing at her back, as he held her in place with his hips. Scarlett, moaned.

'No, need to hear it louder than that.' He carried her from the hallway through to the kitchen. He placed her on the table and pushed up her dress.

'No pants? You've been wearing no pants, all evening and you didn't tell me?' He looked up at her in surprise. 'You continue to amaze me.' And he drove into her pussy, using his face, his tongue flicking round her clit, his fingers pulsing in and out of her hole, using her like the slut that she was. 'You've wanted me to do this all night, haven't you? You've been soaking wet, whilst driving me mad with jealously. Making me think that you were going to let some other guy fucks you.' Scarlett opened her eyes in confusion. He'd never spoken to her like this, in six months he'd been nothing but kind and caring with his words but this, this was darker and it scared her how much it turned her on. She could feel her juice on his face and the tops of her thighs.

'You're my whore, I'm the only who licks this pussy, fucks your mouth and makes you scream.' And he clamped down, swirling his tongue around her clit, pumping his fingers until Scarlett screamed and felt wave after wave of heat flood through her. She prised her eyes open, slowly blinking back into focus and saw Michael stand up in front of her. He looked sheepishly at her.

'Sorry, I've wanted to try dirty talk for a while but didn't know where to start.' He smiled apologetically at her. Scarlett jumped down from the table and sunk to her knees. 

'Nothing to apologise for. I liked it.' Michael gasped and looked down in shock at her.

'Really?' 

'Really. Something sexy about being treated like your whore and only your whore.' She smirked at him as she undid the top of his trousers.

'Would you want to carry it on?' The mischievous glint in his eye was back and even though she was still sensitive, she felt a pulse in her cunt. In answer, she wrapped her lips around his cock and pushed him all the way to the back of her throat.

'Fuck!' Michael grabbed on to the table to stop himself from falling on top of her as his knees buckled. 'Scarlett, you've got to slow down. That feels too good.' Instantly, she slowed, gently moving her mouth from the base to the tip, licking the veins and the head. 

Michael placed his hands on either side of her head and slowly pulled her head down his dick. He did this slowly, then picking up speed until Scarlett stopped using her hands and let him fuck her mouth.

'Dirty slut, you love it when I shove my dick in your mouth.' His hips started to buck in time with pulling her head down on to his cock. Slight tears started to well in Scarlett's eyes, but she loved it too much to make him stop. 

'Fucking whore, you're so wet, just the thought of me fucking you, makes you want to cum, doesn't it?' She nodded her head and murmured yes. Michael groaned, feeling the vibrations from her murmuring running through his dick. Scarlett noticed and murmured again.

'Holy fuck!!' He held her head in place and pushed his dick to the back of her throat. She felt him cum, salty and stringent and swallowed it down, her swallows making him twitch.

He pulled out, spit hanging from his cock and her mouth and leant against the table.

'I didn't hurt you, did I?' Michael sunk to the floor to join her. Scarlett's her was complete just been fucked look, tears streaming down her face and skirt around her waist. But she couldn't have looked happier. A giant smile was plastered across her face.

'WE are more than just sex, Scarlett. I think I might have fallen for you.' He looked at her, smack bang right in the eyes, so she couldn't get away from him.

'But there are a couple of things from home I still need to sort out.' He leant forward and kissed her on the cheek. As he stood to gather his things, he turned to her.

'I'm getting a divorce.'



Playing Games



Rich pulled me by the wrist to an empty classroom and quickly had me pinned against the door grinding his hard cock into my heated core. 

"Do you feel that? That's what you do to me and I'm going to make you pay for it." 

I smiled innocently as I responded, "Why? It's not my fault if you got a certain picture that wasn't meant for you." 

Rich grunted and his nostrils flared out in indignation. I couldn't help but think I'd gone to far with my game. Instead of punching me like his angry eyes made me think he would do, he pressed the entire length of his body against mine, bringing us closer than ever. I could feel his breath against my lips as he growled out his warning.

"What do you mean it wasn't meant for me? You know that that pussy is mine, so stop playing games."

My heart pounded under his intense gaze and my body shuddered as his hand drifted down to my ass, gruffly squeezing it, eliciting an unwanted moan from me and a sly smile from him. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my body strained against the sensations made from his wandering hands. His hands ventured forward and onto my mound, finding my clit, and quickly causing my breath to become shallow. Rather than focus on how good this felt, I instead focused my mind on the mission, and repeated my mantra: This is my show, and it will go my way. 

I opened my eyes, smiled sultrily, and roughly cupped his dick, shocking him with my boldness. Then I gingerly stroked his hard-on as I whispered in his ear, 

"Why stop playing baby? Because you're losing?" I playfully nipped his earlobe then continued, "You see, it seems you don't understand." 

I stopped my hand's motions and he groaned in disappointment only to gasp when I grasped his cock in a firm grip. "This is my dick. I can play whatever game I want to, when I want to, and how I want to and you know like me that you never want the game to end. So I won't stop playing but just a tip for ya, I don't like to play fair..." I licked the side of his face from his chin, up his cheek, and left a kiss against his temple. He moaned and I drew away before whispering, "...I play dirty." 

I quickly pushed him aside then and walked out. He called after me and I paid him no mind. I heard a string of expletives leave his lips and it only helped to improve my mood. I was on top of the world. Here I was, little old Ashley playing with the big dogs or rather the biggest dog Richard Wilson, world renowned pussy hound, and was winning. Teasing him, while frustrating for me, was seemingly excruciating for him. I guessed the random naked texts and unexpected dirty talk was taking its toll and he couldn't handle it. I smiled to myself at my triumph but that smile soon faded as I was captured by a strong grip upon my waist. I quickly pushed my elbow into my assailant's ribs but he was too quick and dodged the attack. I did a spin move and came face to face with Ezra. 

"What the hell Ashley?! Why so paranoid? It's just me!" 

I held my chest as I tried to contain my heart which was trying to beat out of my chest. 

"Don't ever do that again!" I panted out. 

I playfully punched him in the arm before saying, "And you know I have haters babe! I have to watch out!" 

Ezra laughed, "Well you know I couldn't hate you if I tried. You're too sweet." He gripped me by the waist again and held me flush against him. "So how bout you give me some sugar so I know you haven't gotten salty on me." 

I placed my arms around his shoulders and stood on tiptoes to give him one of my chocolate kisses. What was supposed to be a simple peck soon became a full blown make out session as my hands tangled in his curly mane and his hands roamed freely over my body. We only remembered where we were when someone whistled loudly at us. Ezra drew away first and chuckled, "Yep, as sweet as chocolate cake with extra icing." 

I giggled at his comment and kissed him again this time making it brief. "Alright baby, you have to go to practice and I have to go to class." 

He smiled a wicked grin before saying, "Or we could go back to my place, make it the class for Sex 101, then practice the lesson until we pass out." 

I couldn't help but smile at his silliness. "I might take you up on that offer but its going to have to be a night class cause I have to go." 

I began walking away when he yelled back, "Night, day I don't care just as long as I'm a student." 

I laughed out loud and waved good-bye. I couldn't understand how I'd gotten so lucky to have him. God knew I loved that boy! During my next classes my mind alternated between my anticipation for the evening's future activities with Ezra and the next phase of my plan with Rich. I felt bad about my actions with Rich since Ezra was my boo, future husband, and one day father of my children. But Rich had to be handled. He had to learn that he couldn't just play with people's feelings because karma was alive and well and as everyone knows, "is a bitch," and I wanted to be that bitch in his life.



Playing Games Ch. 02



Playing Games Chapter 2 or Dick is Back, Jane is Gone and Harvey Hits The Spot

WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.



* * * * * * * * * * 

This story is yet another splinter episode, not a part of the ongoing saga of "Service With A Smile" or any of the other tales in progress.

The inspiration: After I played a Wii for the first time, coupled with my erotically oriented mentality, I wondered what would happen if someone developed a sex game? And who better to test it out than Mr. Marcus?

Having played "Rescue from Barbey's Island" to a sexual conclusion with Cassie, Andy's girlfriend, Mr. Marcus is beset with self-anger at his actions. And what about Andy, Cassie and the insidious Keiko? They're all still at large. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Andy left messages on my machine but I never called him back. I was totally embarrassed that I'd had sex with his girlfriend. More then once. All night, in fact. With and without the Save Barbey video game. Cassie's appetite was insatiable.

I was trying to get my mind around the massive software conversion necessitated by our company's licensing of a workflow package. Every one of our systems, commercial or homebrew, had to interface with the beast. 

A mental light bulb went on, how to make the process easier. The rash ring of my phone popped the fragile image in my mind. Shit! The caller ID said "Cellular Number". The quicker I dealt with this intruder, the faster I could get back to work. "Hello?"

"Mr. Marcus?"

There was some dialect in play. "That's me. Who's this?"

"Keiko Nakamora."

The infamous Keiko. Boyfriend stealer. "Yes?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?" How she pulled the rug out from Cassie and seduced Andy? "I'm kind of busy right now." 

"We have unfinished business."

"We've never started business. Nice talking with you." I pulled the receiver from my ear. Keiko stammered. Evidently she was used to getting her way.

"I know you and Cassie played the Barbey game."

I played dumb. "Never heard of it."

"I have proof. The cartridge captured your character, named Harvey."

So much for privacy. I thought the console held the characters, not the game carts. Andy's Wii would have a character named Harvey, damn it. "Yeah, we played it. So what?"

"I need you sign a non disclosure."

"Fine. Fax it to me." And let me get back to work.

"You're trying to avoid me. Are you scared?"

Me? "Nope." What harm could it do? Agreeing will get her off my back. "Okay, I'll meet you. Starbucks on Main?" Or the one a block south. Or the one a block east.

"Meet me at Buff Toner's Workout Emporium tonight. Seven P. M.."

"I'll be there." To sign the damn paperwork.

The call ended. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, simplified system interfaces. I began a sketch of a generic protocol. I hadn't finished two boxes and a connecting arrow when another phone call came in, this one with no caller id. Tashun with another project involving his niece, Reese? "Hello, Marcus speaking."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were avoiding me." It was Andy. 

Shit! "No, of course not. So how's work?"

"Great! Way cool customers with radical projects that push my brain. Remember those concepts and techniques we used to discuss over dinner? Well, I'm using them on a daily basis. I should probably be sharing some of my salary with you. Not!"

I'd shared his girl friend, why not his source of income? "Glad it's come in handy."

"Is Harriett still gunning to be Queen of the Air Miles? You free tonight?"

No way could I sit across a table from him, not after what I did. Besides, I had a date with Keiko. "Afraid not. I up to my neck in conversions-" which was true "- and I'm doing more with photography-" which had nothing to do with my availability for dinner.

"Really? You set up an online portfolio yet?"

The idea of posting nude pix of Vonna and the others was an erotic jolt but never to be. "Nah. My stuff's not that good." And borderline illegal.

"You'll have to show me, then. Hey, do you remember Cassie?"

"Sure. Why?" Did she tell you I fucked her into unconsciousness? Twice.

"We broke up. She dumped me and I haven't the faintest idea why. I thought we had a future. It was probably the old in and out."

Cassie and I had done 'the old in and out' all night after the video game. God, she'd get me erect and then slide on top and hump herself to orgasm.

"It wasn't east for me either, leaving and then coming back for brief visits," said Andy.

Oh, in and out of town. "Yeah, long distance relationships always struggle."

"Times like this, you search your emotions. I thought about our relationship and I came up with the weirdest feeling, like we should have ended it a long time ago."

"Really?" I got goose bumps. In the few times we'd been a threesome, neither of them had every acted any other way but devoted. "You seemed so right together."

"Yeah, but thinking about how I felt, she was so clingy and insecure. Like having sex every night would keep me happy and us together. She always thought I was cheating on her. Funny how it worked out. Now I'm dating her ex-sorority sister."

"Ex?"

"Yeah, Cassie quit the sorority right after she broke up with me. She freaked out or something. I don't know if she's still in school, even. Anyway, Keiko was there to help me cope."

Cassie had been correct in her speculation that Keiko wanted Andy for herself. Keiko had gotten her way, one way or another, with or without the Barbey video game. I shifted my concern from myself to Cassie. Was our sexual marathon the reason she 'freaked out'? Andy needed a warning about Keiko. "You know what they say about relationships on the rebound-" 

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've got it under control. Keiko isn't a stranger. She and I had hung out before. Like one Friday night when I was supposed to hang out with the guys, they bailed on me. Funny how they thought I'd cancelled out on them. Miscommunication, I guess."

Or Keiko calculating. I wouldn't put it past her. I'd have to be alert tonight.

Andy continued, "I went looking for Cassie at her fave bookstore but she wasn't there. But I ran into Keiko. We started talking and I found out she was big into Wii. You ever play?"

"Once." With your former girlfriend. In a horizontal position.

"We should go head to head sometime. You'll like it, and its good exercise."

"If you insist." Just not the Barbey game. "So?"

"Oh yeah, so Keiko and I went back to my place and spent all night playing sports games. Boy, is she athletic. I could barely keep up. Afterwards, she told me she knew some game developers that she modeled for them or something. She does have a nice body. Anyway, she has access to some of their prerelease stuff that would knock my socks off."

The Barbey game blew all of our clothes off. Cassie was certain Andy and Keiko had messed around that night. "Sounds intriguing. So did you and Keiko get friendly? 'Cause maybe Cassie found out, and that's the reason-"

"Oh no! I'm smarter than that. All we did was play competitive sports games. All of which she won, by the way. And I was trying. She was friendly and stuff, but I kept hands off. I mean, Cassie and I were a couple, and they were sorority sisters, so being a gentleman was the only choice. Not that I didn't notice Keiko's body while she played. Especially her tits. God they're huge."

"So you and Keiko are together now?"

"Uh huh. When Cassie blew me off, Keiko was right there to console me. It all worked out for the best cause I'm getting the hottest sex ever. She brought over this video game she promised would take my mind off Cassie. She was right! You've never seen anything like it. And it'll make a fortune when it's released."

"Maybe you shouldn't tell me the details-"

"Oh no, its fine. You and me, we've shared personal stuff before. I have to tell you how it started. The game is called Barbey Island, or something like that."

I withheld my opinion of the Rescue Barbey game. Andy droned on, giving me the details of a game with which I was intimately familiar. His former girlfriend and I had become masters.

Andy kept talking. "And there's all these crazy puzzles you have to solve-"

I tried to sound interested but it was difficult. A pattern of 'uh huh's' and 'oh wow's' hopefully kept Andy from figuring out that I was ahead of him.

"The quicksand was the toughest hazard. We finally solved it by-"

Yes, putting the oars down as a bridge.

"-shaking the trees and filling the sand with cocoanuts, then tiptoeing across."

That was a solution we hadn't found. Perhaps there were more secrets still buried in the code.

"Anyway, we played for hours until we won. And then there's this whole other game. A sex game, can you believe it? 

I asked a question to feign interest. "Animated sex?"

"Not like those cheesy Japanese sex cartoons. We started playing it straight, just guiding the avatars. But the characters only did what we did. So if they were going to have sex-" Andy paused.

I was obligated to finish his sentence. "Then you had to be having sex."

"Right. We both got so hot and bothered that we, well, we did it so they'd consummate. And there was a scale for the intensity of the orgasms. Like anybody measures that stuff."

The original sex research of Masters and Johnson was not from video game sessions but experiments with volunteers, fucking with probes stuck all over their bodies. I would have been distracted. At least, a little. "If it's measurable, someone has measured it."

"But fucking Keiko, I discovered her secret."

Now he had my attention. "What's that?" She's a cheat and a thief?

"She's borderline violent during sex. At a couple of points, I was afraid she was going to beat the daylights out of me. Literally."

"Really?"

"When I refused to get physical back - even playful slaps and pinches - she got really pissed. She wanted a spanking, but I wanted an orgasm from our genitals."

Wow! "And you think you can have a long term relationship with this woman?"

"Hell, no. Nothing like what I'd planned with Cassie. But the sex can't be beat. With Cassie, she was very interested, but let me do all the work, you know? It was like she wanted sex but was embarrassed to have sexual feelings."

Cassie had told me she enjoyed having sex every night. Perhaps she wasn't being honest with herself or me. Come to think of it, Cassie basically laid there while I fucked her. Each time. Every time. "Some women are like that. I guess."

"I'll take advantage of Keiko, as long as it doesn't threaten my health. Besides, I'm only here a couple of days at a time before I have to back to Raleigh. Plenty of time to rest up and recuperate for another round. I'd love to show you the game but Keiko had me sign a non-disclosure. The developer doesn't want to get ripped off."

There had been no non-disclosure when Keiko left the game for Andy in the first place. "That's all right. You gave me a good idea how it works." Andy should have known that telling me the details violated the NDA. Details I already knew from experience. 

I felt sorry for getting between Andy and Cassie. Who knows if they would have made it given Andy's traveling? But they deserved a chance. How did Keiko get the game back, anyway? Cassie had it when we left Andy's apartment, after cleaning up our bodily fluids.

"So I'm leaving tomorrow, and Keiko is busy training tonight. Want to get a bite?"

Should I tell him I had an appointment to see Keiko? I hope she doesn't bite or at least had her rabies shots. "I've got plans."

"Too bad. Catch you next time?"

"Sure thing." Why would Keiko abandon Andy on his last night in town to see me?

I promised myself to steer clear of any physical confrontations with Keiko. She sounded dangerous if not fatal.

* * *

I arrived on time in jeans and a golf shirt. No need to make a bad impression. I'd wanted to see the inside of the place without paying the exorbitant membership fee. One of the staff, a blonde in spandex with good muscle tone wired up with an earpiece called for Keiko's location. "The sparring room."

Blondie swiped a plastic card to unlock the door. Inside a woman was beating the shit out of a full-length punching bag. With her foot. I half expected the inanimate piece of equipment to holler for mercy. A full-sized ring occupied the far end of the room. Either it was a slow time or Keiko had an exclusive on the space.

Without missing a beat she whirled around and assumed an attack stance, arms raised. Given her demeanor, it wasn't a defensive position. She relaxed her arms and smiled. "Mr. Marcus. Nice to meet you. May I call you Harvey?"

My eyes dropped to her chest. God she had quite a pair evident under two layers of sweaty cotton. 

"You have the papers?" This woman was capable if significant violence. I wanted that locked door between us.

"I have them in my locker safe and sound. First I wanted to thank you for your help. If you hadn't had sex with Cassie, she never would have felt guilty, which caused her to leave Andy. And now he's mine."

"Who said we had sex?" She had no proof.

"Nothing else would explain the biological readings the game captured. Values that high were impossible from any simulation."

Time to change the subject. "Look who's talking about values. Sending Andy that provocative game, to seduce him. And then sinking your hooks into him when his girlfriend get distraught."

"Okay, have it your way. You didn't do the nasty. Let's just say the developers are curious."

"About what?"

"How you won the game. They designed the beta so it couldn't be beaten, but you and Cassie did it."

"One word. Practice. Andy told me you two won, so it isn't impossible after all."

"Except I cheated. Inside information from the developers. You played it enough times to get better. The one they can't figure out was that game near the end. Not the last one where you had good scores. They're interested in the game where you blew the lid off the readings. The log showed that you skipped all of the hazards and directly entered the bonus round."

That's when we fantasized about flying to the island with infinite sex game time. That's the game when I'd entered Cassie. "Beats me. We just followed the on-screen prompts."

"You don't have to hold back. I'm just trying to assist the developers. I posed for Barbey, you know?"

"No." Barbey wasn't Asian.

"Not all of her. Just these." She cupped her big tits. I'd been unsuccessfully trying to avoid looking at them.

"Very nice." I wasn't lying.

"But you haven't seen them." She pulled the two layers of tank tops up. No bra because her pair needed no support. Same shape and size as on-screen Barbey. Same areola and nipples but in the flesh. "Cassie doesn't come close."

"True, but Cassie is a kind soul." The implication was that Keiko wasn't.

"Not to hear Andy tell it. He was devastated to get dumped. Fortunately I was there to console him. Every night." Keiko posture drooped but her tits remained at attention. "He's like a sex machine."

"I hope you will be very happy-"

"No, you don't get it. He makes love like a machine. The same position, the same foreplay. The same noises. And then the fucker falls asleep with my tits as his pillow. I'm tired of him already. I don't know how Cassie stood it."

Keiko didn't mention the violence. "Maybe Cassie's the same way. Mechanical I mean." I tried to reinforce the fiction that Cassie and I hadn't fucked. "You have to watch out what you wish for."

"You know what I'm wishing now?"

"That I'd sign your papers and let you get back to your workout?"

"No. That you'd show me that eight inch cock if yours."

How'd she know? Oh yeah, my character profile. "No way."

"Will you let me win it fair and square? Just a friendly game."

There must be a recreation room here with a Wii. "Like what? Baseball? Tennis?"

"I pick wrestling."

I hadn't seen that game on Andy's machine. The club must have a wider repertoire. I would be no march for her in the ring, but this would be make-believe. "I don't know."

"Surely you can take me with one hand behind my back. If I move it forward, I lose I'll let you sign the papers and leave. But if I win you'll let me see your cock."

In a video game, I could take her one armed, couldn't I? How good she be with only one hand on the controller? "And if refuse?"

"Then I'll let the developers know you played the game. They'll sue you. The court fight will suck your assets dry."

Losing to her might end up at the same thing, her lips around my penis. "Okay, I'm in." I was confident that I was better two handed than she was one handed. "Where's the game room?"

"What game room? We'll wrestle here." She pointed to the ring, and then snatched a pile of clothing from the floor. "Wear these."

"What? But you said a game."

"Should I have said a match? What difference does it make? A deal is a deal."

"Shit!" I agreed to go hand-to-hand with this advanced specimen? I told myself to be careful, and then what do I do?

"I'll change out here," she said. "Don't peek."

I was too distracted by my immanent beating. Besides, she'd already bared her breasts. In the locker room, I stripped down to my jockeys and put on the cotton white muscle shirt and satin blue shorts. I looked like a high school wresting class reject. 

When I returned to the sparring room, Keiko was alongside the ring. We were dressed like twins. The deep neckline and oversized arm holes in the sleeveless tops didn't do much for me but reinforced Keiko's cleavage and breast mass.

"Age before beauty." She gestured towards the ring. It was five feet off the ground, not exactly step up height. No stairs and no ladder. I grabbed the bottom rope and tried to pull myself up. Fat chance. My second attempt was to throw the top of my body onto the ring and crawl under the ropes. Nope. In desperation I brought a folding chair to ringside and climbed up. 

Keiko reached out, her turn to enter the ring. 

"One hand behind your back," I said.

"Even to climb in?"

"Yep." I figured if she couldn't get in the ring, we wouldn't have a quorum. Game over, man.

She scowled, stepped back and took a running leap. She launched herself at the ring, spun in mid-air and slid under the bottom rope. It didn't move. It didn't even vibrate. Sheesh, what physical control. 

I sat on my stool in the far corner. I was doomed. How did I get myself into precisely the thing I needed to avoid, a physical confrontation with someone who enjoys pain?

Keiko gestured me off my seat. We faced each other in the center of the ring. She bowed. Her breasts bulged at the neckline of her muscle t. Nice move, effective in distracting me. And it worked. I was standing and then with a blurred leg sweep, I was on my butt.

She leaped at me, going for the pin but I managed to scoot over far enough to avoid her. I climbed back to my feet, one knee at a time. She got up by doing a one handed push-up. I marveled at her upper body strength when she tried the leg sweep again. This time I jumped and she sailed under me. Almost. My toe caught her hip as she passed beneath. I fell forward, my feet on her belly. She reached between my legs and grabbed at my crotch. Even I know that's not a legal wrestling move. "You haven't earned it yet," I groaned.




Playing Games Ch. 02



I can remember...

It was my first semester at Bryson State University and I was so green. I had never been away from home, and I wanted to experience everything but I couldn't shed my shyness. So instead, I cowered in fear at anything new or anyone new. But then one day fate sent me someone new that I couldn't run away from, Rich. He saw me reading alone in the cafe and pounced. He flirted with me and made me feel special. 

And slowly but surely brought me out of my shell. After a few weeks of dating he convinced me to have sex with the old line, "If you loved me..." You know the rest. Well, I fell for it and lost my virginity to him, a man I loved and who I thought loved me. Afterwards, he stopped calling and texting me and I couldn't help but think I had done something wrong. I needed to know what I did so I could fix it and we could be happy again. 

So I went looking for him. I asked his frat brothers and a few of his football teammates and everyone claimed they hadn't seen him. Exhausted and depressed, I trudged back to my room. Before I could even reach the door, I heard the screams. 

"Ahh, shit! Yes! Fuck me like that!" 

I prayed it wasn't my roommate, Michelle and her boyfriend, Alex again because I couldn't handle another night of that. But of course the screams were from my dorm room, except it wasn't Alex's name she was calling out. It was, Richie? I couldn't believe my ears. But it was crystal clear as she screamed, 

"That's it Richie baby! I'm almost there! Oh shit! Richie, I'm gonna-" 

The room was silent then and I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I wouldn't believe it. I went in the room as softly as possible as not to alarm them and there he was collapsed over her and kissing her neck and back. He was murmuring words and I strained to hear. So I quietly moved closer, where I could hear his words between breathy kisses. 

"Shit Chelle, (kiss) Ashley (kiss) could never (kiss) put it down like you (kiss). 

I gasped and ran as far from that room as my feet would take me. I ended up in front of Lansing, the rec center, breathing hard and holding back a river of tears. I couldn't understand why? I loved him. Gave him all of me. And he just shit on me like I was fucking nothing. I was consumed by these thoughts and feelings when someone called my name. I almost jumped out of my skin but realized it was just Ezra. 

"Are you ok? I didn't mean to scare you." 

He looked at me a second longer before asking what was wrong? I knew Ezra from my English class and he was always so nice, making me laugh, and helping me with my work. He was a true friend and in that moment I needed one. 

I cracked and broke down into a million pieces before his eyes. Ezra didn't freak out though. He just wrapped me in his arms and held me tight against his chest, semi-smothering me in his embrace. I cried into his shirt, until the sobs became whimpers but he didn't didn't let me go. He just held me. 

"Do you want me to take you back to your room?"

I shook my head, "No!" against his chest.

"Well then, you can stay with me tonight. Is that alright?" 

I nodded my head and croaked out, "Yes." 

Then he calmly led me to his car, and to his home. Which was literally a house, not an apartment, a fully furnished, two story, iron fence having, house. He showed me in and I couldn't believe it was all his. 

"How do you pay for this?" 

He grinned, "I'm a secret billionaire." 

I looked at him incredulously. He laughed before getting somber, 

"I don't. It was paid off when my Grandma died. She left it to me in her will." 

I gave him a quick hug and apologized for bringing it up. He simply nodded, before telling me it was fine. 

"I know she's in a better place watching down on me."

After that he showed me to a room that he said was all mine. I thanked him again before calling it a night. But just before I closed the bedroom door he stopped me and said, 

"I'm here for you if you need me. Okay?" 

I nodded and closed the door. I heard his steps get softer and waited until the sound disappeared, before laying down for a good cry. But it wouldn't come. I couldn't cry. I realized I was hurt, but more than that I was angry. With Rich, Michelle, but mainly myself. How could I have been so stupid? How didn't I see what he was after? How did I let him use me like that? 

Then something clicked in my head and I decided that night to learn how to think like a man. Because I'd be damned if I'd go through heartache like this ever again due to simple ignorance. 

So I read every article, every book, listened and talked to every guy I knew and sometimes didn't know and I catalogued every piece of information into a handbook of sorts. 

When I finally felt I had gathered enough information I brought it to my socio-interaction professor, Dr. Hope, who allowed me to write my spring semester thesis on the male mind.

Terrified me since I had only dated Rich.



Playing Games Ch. 02



I stood, grabbed her arm and spun, twisting her around. That put both arms behind her back. Momentarily. Until she cart wheeled, leaving us shaking hands. If she could grab my groin then her privates were fair game. I ripped her shirt down. Her tits popped free. She threw back her shoulders. Even her breasts taunted me. Before I could reach out for two handfuls she planted a foot in my stomach. I flew back, once more on my ass. The canvas was coarse and firm. This was embarrassing and exhausting. 

She rushed me while I was only halfway back to standing, raised up on one arm. Instead of finishing the process, I leaned forward head butting her stomach. She gasped and fell back. I jumped on top, grabbing her one exposed arm and the opposite shoulder. She writhed side to side but was partially pinned. Her tits were exactly like Barbey's. Actually it was visa versa, since Keiko was the model. For pure pleasure I rubbed my face against the soft but firm flesh. My selfish distraction let her roll free of my grasp. I was face down and she was above me, knee in the small if my back. 

It was no longer fun and games. I reached around with both hands and grabbed her foot. Somehow I bucked up on my knees, throwing off her balance. She was getting back on her feet almost before she hit the canvas. 

I was exhausted. Keiko's next move, whatever she chose, would be successful because I didn't have the stamina to parry her attack. Then I remembered Andy's tales of hot sex with Keiko and how she seemed to enjoy a bit of violence as opposed to gentleness. 

She rushed me, tits bouncing. I reached up and slapped my hand against an outside curve of flesh. Keiko lurched past, her legs wobbling. In a distracted state, she was momentarily vulnerable. I pawed her breasts and pulled at her nipples. Her knees buckled. Keiko fell to her haunches, my hands still mauling her chest. She tore my shorts down. 

Her eyes shot open. "You weren't kidding were you?"

She'd seen my statistics. "Eight inches, in the flesh." As I stepped out of my shorts, I stood back far enough so Keiko couldn't deliver a sweep or a debilitating blow to my crotch. I didn't trust her.

"Shit. You're huge."

My old neighbor, Cocksworth, was huge, a foot long. I'm just big for my age. She pulled at my dick. Hard tugs jerked my hips forward. Her lips started sucking, almost nibbling, with a hint of teeth. I grabbed her hair before she got too aggressive and bit. When she growled, I yanked her head harder. Her eyes were glazed over as if she was in drugs. Perhaps rough sex was like a drug to her. 

While she marveled at my manhood, I shoved her backwards, crawled over and punched her stomach. I know you're not supposed to hit women but my second choice was cracking her skull open with a stool from the corner of the ring. She gasped for breath. I straddled her and held her shoulders down with my knees. She brought her one hand up and squeezed my cock, which was erect from the display of tits and mouth action. Fair was fair so I let go of one shoulder and slid my hand into her pants. No undies. The pubic hair was baby fine and soft. Without permission, I thrust one finger into her cunt.

Keiko moaned as I explored her pussy opening. "You like to play rough," she shouted.

"You know you want it." I added a second digit.

I probed her vagina as she stoked me. Would she forget about the wrestling match if we fucked? I withdrew my fingers and used that hand to slap her face. Not hard, but to deliver a message - she couldn't mess around with me. "Your pants. Get them off." 

Keiko lifted her hips and wiggled her way out of the bottoms. With one kick, they sailed out of the ring. Legs spread, I had full access. 

I threw myself in top of her, belly to belly, keeping her thighs separated. She must have realized she was close to getting pinned. No amount of strength was going to displace me if I had leverage. But I needed to distract her long enough to get a three count. I thwacked my dick against her pubic mound. "You like sex don't you?"

"Not with your cock. Too big."

"Come on. You'll stretch to fit."

Both of her hands reached around to drag me off, or perhaps grab my ass. Aha! A clear violation of our agreement. She'd lost, but didn't make any sign of stopping.

I leaned my hands on her upper arms. Keiko tossed and turned to avoid keeping her shoulders against the canvas. Her pattern was predictable. Left followed by right quickly, and then left. I prepared my angle and timed my thrust. As she came left I bucked forward using my fingers to guide by cock into her pussy. I was ready for the rock right. As she shifted her weight I rolled the same way. We ended up on our sides her leg over my hip her cunt open wider. I held her hips against me, plunged deeper and then used her roll back left to shift higher on her torso. I slapped her breasts again and her hips relaxed. 

"Take it out. You're tearing me. Shit, no!"

I took that as agreement to continue. I chewed on her ear harder than just nibbles. Her hips joined my dance. Despite her protests and predictions, I fit just fine. Andy had said Keiko was the aggressor. I'd turned he tables. I pulled back so that just the tip of my cock was inside. She arched her back, evidently straining to avoid more penetration. That put her shoulders flat on the canvas. I counted my deep plunges. "One, two, three. You've lost."

She wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs. "Not so fast." Her pussy tightened. There was no escaping her sex death grip. Her arms circled my waist and clamped together, pressing hard. I strained to inhale. My diaphragm was under her control. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me hard. Make it hurt." 

Fine by me, except I had no freedom of movement.

"Come on, big man. Fuck the loser." She gripped me like a vise. 

The more I fucked, the harder she gripped. The harder she gripped, the more I struggled to attack her pussy. Our adversarial roles weren't gone, just repurposed. I reached around looking for something to distract her. I found her asshole. One finger in, unannounced and unmoistened.

"Ooooow." Her legs relaxed. 

I shot forward giving her the full length. She raised her knees up framing her breasts. That tilted her pelvis up giving me even better penetration. 

But I wanted something different. I pulled out. "Hands and knees." It was an order.

She obliged, rolling over, tits hanging. I slapped at her thighs and she spread them. I moved into position behind her and reentered. In this position I had access to Barbey's tits with both hands. I felt their contour with gentle caresses and their mass with strong palpation. And I didn't forget her nipples hard and red. I pulled them down as I thrust into her. Keiko was shaking, grinding against me. "You fuck me," she ordered. "You fuck me like you fucked Cassie."

"I didn't fuck Cassie," I shouted. I swept her arms away. Keiko landed flat on the canvas, trapping my hands under her tits, her legs akimbo. I climbed higher giving her the last fraction of my prick length. And then I gave it to her again. I was relentless on her puffed nipples. My thrusts were pubic-smacking violent. She seemed to enjoy the ferocity and enthusiasm.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Andy doesn't fuck like this. Fuck me until you're ready to cum."

That's what I thought I was doing. With a slap of her ass every once in a while to keep her interest level up. I was in charge.

Keiko yelped and sighed with each spanking. "When you cum, cum on my face."

I was fine with ferocious fucking, even enthusiastic, but the sticky finish put me off. I'd seen pictures and movies of oriental girls with cum facials. I'd always considered it a waste. Cum belonged inside a pussy. That's where it worked magic. Maybe in a woman's mouth as a second choice. But in her face? No harm if that's what she wanted. 

I was jumping and humping, drilling here in my relentless pursuit of an orgasm. Mine. When I felt the tingling, I pulled out. She rolled over. I scooted up, my dick aimed at her face. Keiko wasn't subtle about what she wanted. And she wanted cum. She was at my groin, pumping my cock as furious as any woman ever had. I thought she might rip it off, buy that wasn't useful. Her fingers were deft. My hips bounced, giving her a clue I was excited, and maybe close.

She contorted her expression in anticipation. The first squirt hit her forehead. She aimed lower. The next wad splattered across her nose and eyes

She batted her lashes. They clung together. "Ow, it stings. Shit. I can't see."

I aimed and plunged past her lips. The remainder dripped into her mouth. She sucked once, hard.

I took a couple of deep breaths "I don't believe it. I won."

"I don't think so. This was the best sex I've ever had. And you'll want me again. All men do."

"Not this man." Not ever. There was good sex to had, without this level of effort and threat. I spread her knees and climbed between them. With one careless push, my cock pierced her pussy. "Say good bye to my dick, 'cause you'll never have it again." I stood, tumbled from the ring and got dressed. Fuck the non-disclosure documents. I'd had enough.

### An Original H M Tale ###

I'm always interested in reader feedback. Send me an email and tell me what you think.

Copyright (c) 2008, HarveyMarcus. All Rights Reserved.



Playing Games Ch. 03



I quickly dismissed that thought of mind when I remembered how he hurt me. So I jumped right in. Okay, not right in, but I stepped in the water. I began by making an online dating profile. I'd chat with the men, identify their what type of man they were, failed frontman, marrying kind, professional party boy, player, the older man the list goes on, then I'd gauge their weaknesses and play with them until they were dependent upon me. Until I was vital to their lives. And it felt good to hold their heart in my hands. I felt powerful. 

One night, Ezra caught me writing in my notebook and finally asked what it was. 

"It's a guideline to men." I answered. 

He sat down beside me and chuckled. 

"A guideline to men? Why would you need that? Just flash that smile and they'll be head over heels. I know I am." 

I knew Ezra had a crush on me but he was the only friend I had and although I liked him too I didn't want to mess things up like I did with Rich. So I swatted his shoulder and laughed his comment off. 

"Seriously Ashley, I've been watching you scribble in that notebook and check your phone and laptop nonstop for weeks now, and I still don't understand so explain it to me." 

I took a deep breath before I explained.

"Okay, so um well, I made these profiles on different online dating sites and I used the stuff in this book to get into these guys' minds and now they love me. They send me gifts and money, this one guy even proposed to me. It's crazy how little you have to work for someone when you know what they want, what their weaknesses are." 

Ezra stared at me as if I had grown two heads. 

"Ashley this is dangerous." 

"I know, I know. But that's part of the fun. Wondering how far I could take this without it blowing up in my face excites me." 

Ezra rubbed a hand over his face and looked at me sadly. 

"He really hurt you didn't he?" 

I looked at Ezra in surprise. I had never told him what happened with Rich and the question knocked me off kilter. 

"Um, I don't know what you mean." 

"I mean that he hurt you so bad that you're searching online, talking with strangers for love. It's just so stu-WHACK!" my hand connected with his face. I was seething. 

"This is not about him. He and I are done. This is about what makes me feel good. What makes me feel empowered and in control. They're attention, their love makes me feel untouchable, like I'm more than who I am. So don't you ever say I'm stupid for doing something that makes me feel good. Ever." Ezra just stared at me with shock all over his face. 

I picked up my things and left. I didn't speak to Ezra for a few days after that and our non-communication would have probably continued had he not been right. I was walking to my new dorm room (because I could not look at Michelle without wanting to punch her face in) when one of my devotees found me. 

"Ashley, I can't believe we're finally here...together." 

I didn't know who in the hell this man was and I definitely didn't want to find out. 

"Um, you must have me mistaken with someone else. I'm sorry." 

I tried to walk past him but he grabbed me by the arms and pulled me to him. 

"No. It's you. Because your face has been haunting my dreams. Please just give me a goodnight kiss Ashley." 

I tried to push away from him but he just gripped my arms tighter. 

"Let me go! You fucking psycho!" 

I kneed him in the crotch and his hands left my arms as they went to cup his balls. I didn't waste anytime running the hell away from him while screaming at the top of my lungs but neither did he in catching me and shutting me up. 

He grabbed me by my hair and held me against his chest. I could feel a bulge in his pants which made me try harder to get out of his grip. But then I felt the cold sharp blade of his knife against my throat. I froze. I pleaded with him to let me go as tears began to run down my face. 

"Don't cry baby girl. I'll take good care of you." 

He began roughly squeezing my breasts and kissing my neck then, and I just cried harder. But just as his hands began going under my shirt, someone called my name and I instantly began screaming. 

"HELP! PLEASE! HE HAS A KNIFE! HEEEEELP!" 

The man pressed the knife deeper into my throat breaking the skin and I immediately shut up but the damage was done. Whoever called my name had already begun running toward us and the man knew his time was up. He released me and bolted. But he wasn't fast enough because my savior was able to tackle him in just a few short seconds. 

I hurried to where the two were fighting but when I made it to the scene it wasn't much of a fight anymore. My attempted rapist was getting his face beat in and was spurting blood everywhere. I tried to pull my savior off the man before he killed him and I realized my savior was none other than Ezra! 

"Ezra! Stop!" I screamed. 

It was as if my voice brought him back and he stopped pounding the guy's face in. He stood up kicked the man in the side, then pulled me into one of his bear hugs and I held on for dear life. He rubbed my back as he whispered in my ear.



Playing Games Ch. 04



"I thought I'd lost you." 

I cried into his shirt as he called the police. After they questioned us they allowed us to go. The ride was silent to his house but his hand on mine was all that needed to be said. And just like the first night at his place he showed me to a room but this time I didn't want to sleep alone so before he closed the door I stopped him. 

"Ezra," 

"Yes." 

"Uhm, can I sleep with you? You know in your bed. I just don't want to be alone." 

He looked at me for a second then nodded. He took my hand and led me downstairs to the main bedroom. I looked around and noticed how neat it was which really threw me. I guess he noticed the strange look on my face because he smiled before saying, 

"I admit it. I'm slightly on the OCD side." 

I motioned to his spotless room and he laughed. 

"Okay, I am." 

I laughed then too. I sat on his bed and he began taking off his clothes. 

"What are you doing?" 

He looked at me quizzically. "Getting ready for bed silly." 

He took off his shirt and I thought I was dreaming. With all the hugs we'd shared I couldn't understand how I hadn't felt what looked to be a perfect six pack under his shirt. I couldn't wrench my eyes from his body. He coughed and I looked up to find him staring at me. I was caught. 

He just winked at me then pulled off his pants to reveal a pair of black shorts. I was slightly disappointed since I'd hoped to see if his lower anatomy matched the superior. He looked at me for a while before asking whether I wanted to change. I told him I didn't have any clothes and he told me it was fine I could borrow one of his shirts. He pulled out a BSU t-shirt and handed it to me. I looked at it and he asked what was wrong. 

"Uhm can you turn around?" 

He laughed, "Why?" 

"Just cause," I answered. 

He groaned and turned around. 

"No peeking either." I warned. 

He laughed and promised no peeking. I quickly changed into the oversized t-shirt and jumped under the covers. 

"Okay." 

He turned around and frowned. 

"What?" I asked in confusion. 

"You didn't let me see anything!" He whined. 

"Well, you might not like what you see." I whispered back. 

Ezra just laughed. "You know I love everything about you so why would you say that?" 

I felt the familiar stinging in the back of my eyes as I answered. "Because he didn't." 

Ezra sighed and climbed in bed with me wrapping me up in his arms so my head was resting on his chest. His hand traced circles on my hip as he spoke. 

"Ashley, I'm not him. I'd never hurt you like he did because I actually love you. You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're funny and real and everything these other girls could never be. I just wish you could see yourself through me eyes. You'd be amazed." 

I looked up at his beautiful green eyes and they were filled with the most sincerity and love. And before I could think my lips were pressed against his. I tried to pull back when he didn't respond right away but he wasn't having that. He pulled my face back to his and kissed me until I felt dizzy. 

My lips never left his as I maneuvered onto his lap. I pulled away from his soft yet demanding lips and looked at him. Really took a hard look at him. 

I noticed how light his curly hair was. It was sandy brown bordering on dirty blond which like his green eyes contrasted with his olive skin tone. I noticed these light little freckles on his cheeks and shoulders which were probably from running track in the hot sun, and I just wanted to kiss each one. I noticed the fine hairs on his chest and how his body naturally tapered off toward his cock. 

I looked back up to his face to find him appraising me as well. I was scared to reveal myself but when I looked into his eyes I knew he would never hurt me, or judge me, or make me feel like less ever. 

I pulled his t-shirt over my head and threw it onto his floor, I undid my bra and added it to the t-shirt on the floor. I slipped off my already damp panties and sat before him bare. Ezra gazed at me in my nudity and I became nervous. 

I knew I wasn't shaped like other girls. I wasn't what the guys called "thick" or a "stout junt". Instead I'd been blessed with small breasts, a tiny waist, and a cute proportionate butt, aka a lot of nothing. But before I could really get going with my body issues, Ezra had me flipped onto my back and was kissing me senseless. 

All thought of what I looked like flew out the window as his lips drifted to my neck and his fingers teased my pert nipples. His hungry mouth descended upon my breasts, licking and sucking, and I was dazed with the pleasure. I never knew so many sensations could be cajoled from just one's breasts but Ezra quickly changed that thought. 

Then his head began moving lower and I let out a whimper of disappointment which made him chuckle. He kissed down my abdomen and hips, down my legs, all the way to the bottom of my feet, and back up to my waiting pussy. I felt his breath directly on my clit and tried to lift my hips but he just held them down. 

"Ashley, you smell so sweet. Do you want me to taste you?"

I nodded my head furiously, but he didn't comply instead he said, 

"I need to hear you say it so there's no mistake. Do you want me to taste your pussy?" 

"Yes, yes. Taste me. Please." I answered in exasperation. 

And taste he did. Ezra began devouring my pussy lapping up my overflowing juices and taking me higher and higher until I was moaning his name. My fingers tangled in his curly hair as his tongue flicked my clit and his fingers plunged into me. He tickled the small ridges on my inner walls then sucked my clit into his beautiful mouth and I exploded from the inside out. I'd never had an orgasm before so the ebbs and flows of pleasure washing over me felt like a tidal wave. 

Ezra kissed me passionately and I could taste myself on his lips. We kissed with wild abandon until I felt his rock hard cock, in between my legs. 

"I need you." I moaned in between kisses. 

Ezra grinded his dick against my clit and my hips naturally followed his rhythm. 

"Where do you need me, baby?" He asked huskily. 

I never wanted something so bad in my life, I was on the edge of tears in anticipation. 

"Inside of me. Baby, please. I need you inside of me now." I begged. 

Ezra got up from the bed and fully undressed I could see his erection standing tall and I was impressed. Seeing his cock made me want to taste him, feel him coming in my mouth. Ezra saw me eyeing his large package and smiled his smile. 

"You two will get a proper introduction soon enough." 

I licked my lips and he laughed. He pulled on a condom and got back in bed, positioning himself against my entrance. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ezra asked softly. 

Although I was scared shitless about the emotional complications of having sex with Ezra, my body had me saying yes out of desire and necessity. With that Ezra slowly thrust into my warmth giving me time to adjust to his size as he delved deeper. There was a burn with his entry but an intense relief that he was finally inside of me. 

"God, you fit me like glove baby. It's like you were made for me." 

I replied with a moan of approval as he thrust again. Soon my hips picked up his rhythm until our sex had become like a dance. Hips grinding, rocking in time, legs locked like a forbidden tango. And like Eve I wanted the forbidden. So I urged him deeper, pushed him to fuck me harder and faster, until I was coming so hard I felt I couldn't breathe. 

My back arched and my mouth fell open into a silent "O" as I hit the peak of what could only be called the Mount Everest of orgasms. I was so gone that I wasn't even aware Ezra had come until he collapsed atop of me. But what was crazy was that I didn't feel smothered by his weight instead I felt complete, covered by a man who truly loved me. 

But before I could get comfortable, Ezra shifted himself onto his back and pulled me with him so that I was laying on his chest. He played in my hair as I listened to his heartbeat which happened to be in time with mine. And then I knew. 

He, was the one I'd been waiting for, searching for, longing for all my life. "I love you Ezra." I whispered as I traced my name along his chest. He kissed my hair and rubbed my back before whispering back, "I know." 

And just like that we were an item. Inseparable in fact. Ezra and Ashley, Ashley and Ezra, a matching pair.



Playing Games Ch. 05



I officially moved in with Ezra after that night. I changed my phone number and closed all my online dating profiles so no more mishaps with crazies could happen ever again. Because Ezra warned the next time, he wouldn't play referee when my "little game" got real. I promised never again and everything was good. 

I never confronted Rich or Michelle but it never was a problem because we ran in different circles and with Ezra their affair didn't even feel as important as it once did. Until Rich decided to come sniffing around like the dog he was, trying to see if I was still the same hydrant he could piss on and leave like the last time. 

It had been two whole years since we had spoken last. He was a senior and I was now a junior. Which I guess made it possible for us to have the same class, Religious Philosophy. When I realized he was in my class I immediately requested to drop the course but all other classes except for Research and Statistics were filled and I'd be damned if I ever took another math class if I had a choice and so to my dismay, I was stuck. 

I told Ezra about my situation and he encouraged me to ignore him citing that Rich was a "non-motherfucking factor" which made me laugh since that quote was from one of my favorite Basketball Wives stars. So I did for about two weeks, then we were split into pairs to work on a study about religious doctrine in regards to law and as if there was no God who could hear my prayers to not have Rich as my partner, we were assigned to each other and I immediately felt doomed. 

But much to my surprise, we worked well together, just like old times. I did all the research while he did all the social interaction and it just clicked. Soon, I found myself thinking about when we were together and how happy we used to be and I almost forgot how devastated he had left me. Then one day, we were talking and I realized he was the same damn Rich. We had decided to interview each other in an attempt to represent the differing outlooks of men and women toward the relationship between Religion & State. So I suggested we meet at Grover amphitheater since A: Ezra hated Rich so my place was off limits and B: I was not going to his place, to be alone with him when I knew he was looking so good and I was so horny. I figured if we went to the amphitheater I'd have a chance to control myself since it was outside in the open where anyone could see us. 

We met up there and were half way through the interviews when he decided we had had enough questions about the topic at hand. 

"Ok, enough. Let's ask the real." He said while putting away his things. 

I laughed at his choice of words. "The real?" 

He smiled and I noticed the deep dimples in his cheeks. One look at Rich and you'd be smitten by those deep dimples, not to mention his cloudy gray eyes and devastating smile. God! He was beautiful, like an onyx statue made to resemble Adonis. I just wanted to give up right then. I sighed and he looked at me quizzically before continuing. 

"I want to play truth or truth. And before you say it sounds a little redundant, you should know there's a valid point to having two truths, to cover all bases." 

I nodded my understanding and asked, "So who's first?" 

He answered in a mock superhero voice which caused his baritone voice to drop to that of a bass. "I am. So, Lois...truth or truth?" 

I think I wet my panties at that point. I laughed at his impersonation and answered truth, but my mind was going a hundred miles a minute as I realized I really did want him to be my superhero so he could save my body from the torture it was going through. Rich brought me back from my dirty fantasy of him fucking me in a telephone booth, with his question. 

"Ok so, what happened to us? I mean why did we stop talking?" 

He caught me off guard with that one and I guess my face showed it because he quickly pointed at me and repeated the name of the game, truth or truth. I took a deep breath before divulging my biggest heartache. 

"I saw you fucking Michelle." 

He looked at me for a second and then laughed. "That was it. Because I fucked Michelle. Everyone has fucked Michelle. I was just taking my turn early before I could catch anything." 

I stared at him in disbelief. There wasn't an inkling of remorse for what he had done to me. He saw how quiet I had gotten and asked, 

"What's the problem? It was just sex." 

He reached out to touch me and I pushed his hand away. 

"What's the problem?" I asked incredulously. "The problem is that you think it was just sex. You hurt me Rich. You were my first love, the first man I ever gave myself to, and you hurt me deeper than you'd ever know. It wasn't the sex that hurt the most it was the words afterward. 'Shit Chelle, Ashley could never put it down like you.' Really?!" 

I blew out a breath to calm down before asking my question. "Ok, my turn truth or truth? Was she better than me?" 

He just shook his head at me then told me I didn't want that answer. But I pushed him. 

"Why Rich? Because you don't want to hurt me well it's too late so answer the damn question." 

"Yes!" He finally yelled. "Yes. Are you happy now?" 

I crawled into myself at his harshness and silent tears began to fall. I tried to wipe them away but they just kept a coming. He saw my sadness and cursed. 

"Shit Ashley, I told you you didn't want to know. Look, Michelle was better sexually because she had had a lot of experience. And I mean a lot. She wasn't really anything special in any other department if that counts for anything." 

I sniffled and again asked, "Why though?" 

He reached for me again and I pulled away. 

"Ashley, I can't give you a legitimate reason if that's what you're looking for. I came over looking for you, she said you had gone out for something or another and I was going to leave but she said you'd be back in a minute and that I could wait for you. Then we started talking and she kissed me and it just progressed from there." 

"You're right. That's not a legitimate reason. But it's okay. We've been done. I'm with Ezra and he makes me happy." 

Rich raised an eyebrow at my statement and shook his head. I couldn't help but ask why he shook his head and he answered with, 

"Ezra Gutierres, the biggest clown I know, makes you happy? It's a joke." 

I hit him in the shoulder, "First off, Ez is not a clown, you are for using clown as an insult. Secondly, sounds as if someone is jealous." 

He snorted in disagreement. "It ain't nothing like that because I know if I wanted you I could have you. Because you still want me. I've seen you eyeing me in that way you do." 

It was my turn to snort in disapproval. "What look?" 

He laughed before laying back on his backpack. I watched tmuscles in his chest and arms move as he made his adjustment and I gave him that look without even my knowing. 

"See, that one. You chew your bottom lip and you narrow your eyes as if you're thinking about something important but all you're thinking of his how bad you want me to fuck you." 

I gasped and he just smiled. 

"You know it's true."

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him an eyeroll. 

"Whatever, I'm attracted to you but it doesn't mean I want you to fuck me." 

We sat in silence as I thought about what I had just said and the more I thought the more I realized I wasright. Although, I was so hot for him I could melt the polar ice caps I still I didn't want him to fuck me because it would show I was weak, that I still wanted him. 

No, I wanted to fuck him mentally and physically. I wanted to have the power over his mind, body, and soul and not necessarily in that order.

Fucking him would mean domination, making him, my bitch, a bitch who needed me just like I had needed him. A bitch who could just be used, abused, and given an excuse just like I was. nd just like the night of his betrayal something clicked. And I knew what I had to do. 

I had uncrossed my arms and had laid on my backpack beside him by then so it took no time for me to straddle him. He had his eyes closed and I thought my movement would make him open them but he didn't. 

So I ran my hand down his chest from his collar to his belly button and then back up. Still nothing. So I whispered his name and he acknowledged me with a "uh huh" as if he was half sleep. I smiled at his game. 

"Rich, I know you're not asleep." 

He did a little snore and I laughed. 

"I don't want you to fuck me."

He frowned and I laughed again and stroked his chest once more. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" 

He uh-huhed again and I leaned down to his ear so that my breasts were pressed against his chest. 

"I want to fuck you Rich."

His eyes fluttered open and I kissed his neck and I pulled away from his chest, back into my straddling position. He began raising up and I pushed him back on his back. 

"No, go back to sleep Rich because it's okay that I want to fuck you. Know why?" 

He was about to speak but I placed my finger on his lips to shush him.

"It was rhetorical Rich. But anyways, it's because you want me to fuck you, just like all men want. You like every other man want a closet freak. You like me because I'm sweet little Ashley who could do no wrong but you want to see if you can bring the slut out of me. And to be honest you do bring the slut out of me. You make me want to do wrong. You make me want to be a bad girl. I want to be your bad girl Rich. I want to be your slut. But I don't want to be your toy. This is my show and will go my way. I will be in complete control and you will do as I say. Alright?"

I pulled my finger from his lip stood up and began packing my things. He sat up quickly and asked, 

"Where are you going?"

I looked down at him and noticed the bulge in his shorts and smiled. He followed my gaze and adjusted himself which made me laugh and he tensed. 

"Don't get mad Richie baby. I'll take care of that later. But right now, I'm going home to let Ezra fuck my brains out while I think of you."

He groaned as I walked off and I couldn't hold my laughter 

And yes, I did let Ezra fuck me silly that night. I was washing dishes when he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, while kissing my neck.

"How was your day?" He asked in between kisses. 

I let out a moan as he lightly bit upon my collar bone and took a deep breath as I replied, 

"Well, I found out that Rich wants to fuck me." 

Ezra didn't stop kissing me but I felt his grip tighten around my waist. 

"How did you find that out?" He asked nonchalantly as his hand made their way into my shorts. 

He began massaging my clit and my breathing started to become shallow. 

"Well, um ooh, we were playing truth or truth and he told me that he could have me if he wanted to." 

Ezra nibbled my earlobe and then cupped my mound, causing me to gasp and press my ass into his hard dick. 

"Then what did you tell him Ashley?" 

His fingers dove deep into my pussy and my knees buckled with the pleasure but Ezra just held me tight and spoke firmly saying, 

"Did you tell him this pussy is mine Ashley?" 

I gripped the edge of the sink as he fingerfucked me and mindfucked me in duality. I'd never had Ezra talk dirty to me before and it excited me like nothing he had ever done. 

"Huh Ashley, does he know that this pussy is mine? Because if he doesn't I'm going to have to punish you. So truth or truth does he know that this pussy is mine?"

I was about to come when he stopped his ministrations and I screamed in frustration. 

"Yes! Yes he knows! It's yours Ezra! Please just please let me come!" He completely withdrew his fingers then, and I felt empty. But then his breath was against my ear.

"I don't believe you so strip." 

I stood still in confusion. Was he serious? This could not be my Ezra. I could only think his behavior was because he was intimidated by Rich and needed to reassert his authority in our relationship. So that's exactly what I told him. 

"Is this about you keeping control because---" 

This was all I got out before he barked "Strip!" 

I nearly jumped out of my clothes at his command but I complied silently. When I stood before him bare he spoke again, 

"I told you I would have to punish you. I don't want to but I have to especially after that little outburst." 

I was about to say something but thought better of it. I felt his finger run down my spine and was chilled. What was his punishment going to be? Would he hurt me? How far would this go?

"Ezra I---" was all I got out before he slapped my ass. 

I yelped and involuntarily gripped the sink again. 

"What the fuck Ezra?!" 

"Rule number one Ashley: speak only when spoken to." 

He landed two more stinging slaps to my ass and I bit my lip to withhold my scream. Tears stung my eyes and I held fast to the sink as he continued to spank me. He spanked me to the point where my ass was smarting like nothing I'd ever felt. 

But at some point I stopped crying and I started focusing on the feelings his spanking was eliciting in my core. Each slap was like an electric shock to my pussy and before I knew it I was moaning in arousal rather than anguish. 

Ezra stopped spanking me and caressed my cocoa ass, massaging my sore cheeks and soothing my pain. He dipped two fingers into my hungry pussy and I eagerly pushed against them, reveling in the feel of being filled again. I rode his fingers as he complimented my endurance. 

"That was real good Ashley. Now I want you to undress me and if you do it right I'll give you a reward. Do you understand?" 

I nodded my assent before turning to face him. When he and I came face to face I realized this was a different Ezra. A more intense Ezra, not the playful Ez I was used to. It was intimidating but scintillating in the same sense. 

I slid my hands under his shirt, running my fingers over his stomach and chest, and slowly pushed his shirt over his head. I took a step toward him and slid his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and I stood to my feet. 

I stared at his naked body, his rippled muscles and thick cock, and was drawn in. Him, standing bare before me, was like dangling raw meat in front of a lion. And just like that lion I pounced, kissing him with a ferocity I didn't even know I had. I guess I caught him off guard because all methods of domination flew straight out the window as he kissed me back with the same intensity. 

Before I knew what had happened, my feet were off the floor and my back was against the kitchen wall. Ezra thrust into me harshly and without warning, causing me to dig my fingers into his skin. He groaned in pain but continued to pound into me. Then his hand was around my throat as he slammed deeper inside of me. 

"Whose pussy is this Ashley? Tell me who's sweet cunt this is?" He growled. 

I couldn't breathe let alone speak with the sensations running through my body. So my answer came out as a barely coherent rambling of his name. 

"Say it again baby? Tell me whose it is?" 

"It's yours! Fuck, it's yours Ezra!" 

Ezra released my neck and rubbed my clit until I began to seize from my climax. He continued to pump into me as he fondled my clit but when he squeezed it there was no coming back. I screamed my release as I squirted my juices on his fingers and dick and he grunted and came a few seconds later, going still inside of me. 

I fell limp in his arms and he carried me to the living room sitting down on the couch while he still cradled me in his lap. We stayed like that for a while, breathing hard and trying to grasp what had just happened. And then I imagined Rich at his apartment alone with his hand and I fell into a fit of giggles. 

Ezra was baffled by behavior as I laughed until I cried. 

"What's so funny?" 

I tried to catch my breath as I explained, "You just gave me one of the best fucks in my life while as we speak Richard fucking Wilson is probably choking his chicken to the very thought of us!"

I continued to laugh but Ezra was looking at me strangely so I took a break from my hysteria to ask what was up. 

"So, it wasn't the best fuck of your life. Just one of them." He answered with a small pout. 

I straddled his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and looked at his puppy dog face. 

"Babe, we're going to have a whole lifetime together. I'm just going with the train of thought that the best is yet to come." 

His eyes glinted mischievously before he kissed me and said, 

"Well, we might as well rack up contenders for that number one spot. Plus, we have to give Lil Dick something to fantasize about." I laughed out loud and he smiled his smile before he pinned me on my back and kissed me into oblivion. And then we were back at it, like my Grandma used to say, "humping like bunnies."



Playing Games Ch. 06



And that was the routine, tease Rich during the day and fuck off the frustration and sexual tension with Ezra at night. But as I sat in that class pondering my next move toward completely dominating Rich, I realized I truly didn't want the game to end. 

Because the end would ultimately mean someone would have to win and someone would have to lose, and there are no ties in love. Because as the song says, "...when a heart breaks, no it don't break even." 

I began to determine the truth of my situation, I was in too deep. I had jumped head first into a game that I couldn't say for sure I would win anymore. 

Although, I was burrowed under Rich's skin, he was slowly but surely breaking down my hard exterior. Chipping at it bit by bit, until my vunerable heart was beginning to show. And the only remedy I could think of was to end it and take my chances. 

I would sleep with Rich not out of lust or love, but out of obligation. I had to win. I had to win all that he stole from me. I had to make him pay for breaking the heart of an innocent young girl and crippling her without even the slightest clue. I had to win me back. 

I loved Ezra but I wanted to love me too. I wanted to feel the weight of insecurity and rejection lifted off of me by my own authority. So I made arrangements. I cancelled my plans with Ezra citing a late night cram session and I drove to Rich's place. 

When he opened the door, a look of surprise was on his face and I smiled. 

"May I come in?" He nodded before letting me in. 

His place was small compared to Ezra's and didn't look nearly as lived in as Ezra's either. Everything was black and white, and looked untouchable with random pieces of art everywhere. 

"Nice place. Really chic." I commented nonchalantly. 

I looked at him then, and realized he was naked except for a pair of silk boxers. I scanned his heavily defined chest, complete with huge pecs and rippling abs, his tree trunk sized thighs, and his semi-erect penis, and I simply smiled. 

"Were you waiting for me Rich? Cause I couldn't wait anymore." 

He stared at me as I began to strip. His gaze getting ever the darker with each step and each piece of clothing, that I took toward him and that I took off. When I was completely bare, I stopped. 

"Come to me." 

And as if entranced Rich followed my command, with his dick leading the way. When he was directly in front of me, he reached for me. I took a step back from him and spoke, 

"You do as I command. Do you understand? This is my show and will go my way." 

He nodded and I laughed. 

"Good. Now kneel." 

He looked down at me, challenging my authority. I motioned to the ground then looked back up to his face as if to say, "Knees to Floor. NOW." He saw that I was serious and he gave in. When he was on the floor, I smiled down at him. 

"Good baby. Now I want you to watch me but don't touch." 

My eyes never left his as I licked my fingers and began pleasuring myself. I watched as Rich struggled to restrain himself and that just made me hotter. I began fingerfucking myself with one hand as I pinched my aching nipples with the other. 

"Rich this is what you do to me." 

I moaned as my body began shaking with the sensations moving through my body. I rested my leg on his shoulder as I fucked myself harder. I practically came on his face but surprisingly he didn't crack under the pressure. He touched me only once, and that was to support me as I climaxed. 

When the effects of my orgasm began to subside, I withdrew my fingers and put them to his lips. He hungrily sucked them into his mouth and I mewed before speaking. 

"You made me come without even touching me baby. Now look at the mess I made. I need you to lick it up." 

Rich happily obliged lapping at my pussy like the dog he was. When I was on the brink of coming I pushed his face from my pussy and walked away. 

"Follow." I instructed as I made my way to the back of his apartment to his bedroom. 

I stopped in his doorway and my eyes focused on his bed. It was king sized with black silk sheets that made me want to get swept away in their dark softness. Yet, when I took a step toward it I couldn't move to sit on it or touch it at all. It felt as if there was an invisible barrier holding me back from moving onto the bed. 

I guess he saw my hesitation because he spoke for the first time that night. 

"You know you don't have to do this right?" 

I turned to find him standing in the doorway staring at me. 

"Yeah. I kind of do." 

He began walking toward me and I fought the urge to back away. "Why do you have to?" 

We were face to face now, or more like face to chest because he towered over me. I lifted my chin to glare at him and was astonished to find legitimate concern in his eyes. 

"Because I need you to need me. Like I needed you back then." 

This was the truest thing I'd allowed myself to think let alone say about how I felt toward him since this whole thing started. I watched his eyes search my face and I desperately tried to put out a neutral front, but my words had shown that there was a chink in my armor, which Rich completely broke with his next sentiment. "Ashley. I've always needed you and always will." 

Then his lips were on mine and all hope of winning the game was over. I melted into his embrace reaching on tiptoes to get more of him, as he dominated my mouth. 

He lifted me into his arms and my legs found a home around his waist while my arms wrapped around his neck. We kissed hungrily as he placed me on his bed, but when he pulled away from me I immediately felt self conscious. 

I guess the fear registered on my face because he kissed me softly whispering, 

"I don't want you to be afraid of me Ashley because this time I'm giving you all of me, so all you have to do is take it." 

And I did. I pushed Rich onto his back and just looked at him. He was simply breathtaking and I just wanted to memorize the view. All my senses honed in on him, so I took my time as I discovered his body. I was intoxicated by his strong scent. It was a mix between his cologne and natural musk and it drove me crazy. 

I tasted and touched him all over, taking my time as I kissed, licked, and caressed every portion of him. I let my tongue circle his nipples and drift down the lines of his abs to his beautiful black cock, and knowing that he was at my mercy just heightened my sex drive to a whole nother level so before I knew it I was sucking his dick like his come would save my life. 

Rich moaned and grabbed my hair, fucking my face as I deep-throated him. My moans vibrated on his dick and when I peered at him, I saw his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed, as he murmured my name over and over again. I cupped his sack in my hands as he pumped into my mouth. When I squeezed his balls in my hand I instantly felt his hot jets of come slide down my throat and I swallowed all he could give to me.

When I released his dick from my mouth, he drew me up by my shoulders and kissed me hard. His kisses were always rough and this was no exception. It bruised my lips leaving them swollen but wanting. He gruffly grabbed my hips and positioned me on his lap. 

"Touch me, baby just like that." Rich instructed between kisses. 

I rubbed my hands along his shaft, up and down, only stopping to swirl his pre-cum over the tip with my thumb. He moaned and I switched my motions and began grinding his dick against my clit. 

I could feel how slick his dick was with my juices and I gave him what was supposedly "the look" before lifting my hips up and slowly bringing them all the way down so that he was buried in my pussy. I lifted again until only the tip was inside and then slide all the way back down which garnered a groan from Rich's lips. I did this for a while up and down slowly, just taking my time to ride him. Taking him deeper with each thrust until I was reeling from the sensations. I felt Rich's hands on my hips guiding me up and down at a faster pace and soon I found myself palms flat on his chest and back arched as my climax began to register in my core. He continued to slam me down onto his dick as I rubbed my clit. 

"Come for me baby. Just let it go." Rich growled as he drilled into me. 

And just like that I did. My pussy clenched and my nails dug into his chest as I screamed my release. Rich grabbed my breast as he followed suit and came within me. Then I collapsed onto his chest and we laid there breathing heavily for what seemed to be an eternity. 

"I have to go." 

I whispered, but I made no effort to move. 

"Did you get what you wanted?" Rich asked as his fingers tangled in my hair. 

"I don't know." 

And I truly didn't know. I had come to his place to end the game and walk out a winner but I had ended up a willing loser. I allowed myself to get lost in his affection, his words, his embrace, and had therefore set myself up for defeat. I got up then and went back into his living area to get my clothes and put them on. The game was officially over. 

"You know I love you right." 

I turned and there stood Rich in all his glory with the most genuine look I'd ever seen on his face. I looked at Rich in confusion. 

"You what?!" 

Rich ran his hand over his face and said it again. 

"I love you Ashley. I've never said that to anyone before and I probably won't say it to anyone other than you either." 

"You don't mean that. It's the sex talking." 

He began walking toward me and I took a step back. 

"No Ashley, it's me talking. I love you and was an idiot to let you slip out of my life before, but I won't let it happen again. I'm gonna fight for you this time. And I'm going to win." 

I was dumbfounded so I simply walked out. When I got in the car I began to cry and the tears wouldn't stop. All that had happened was my fault. I felt like the dumbest person who had ever walked the Earth. My tears fell and represented every emotion I felt. Guilt, anger, joy all mixed to make one helluva crying session. 

I felt guilty because I had just cheated on the one person in the world who I knew loved me. Anger primarily at myself for being dumb enough to believe that something good would come out of the stupid game I'd been playing. Oh and joy because Rich had said what I'd been secretly hoping he'd say to me since the beginning. "I love you Ashley." 

I knew it was stupid to get giddy over that but I couldn't help it. Deep down all I'd ever wanted was to hear him say those words to me. "But what about Ezra?" My conscious nagged. 

I loved Ezra I truly did. He was my lover and best friend. So I didn't feel right lying and acting like I hadn't done anything wrong and that like everything was okay and I wouldn't. I wiped my face and set off for home.



Playing Games Ch. 07



When I came inside, I heard Ezra in the kitchen. I walked in and immediately I noticed the popcorn package in the trash and the hard time he was having scrubbing out a pot and I knew what was up. 

"Babe I'm sorry I just---" 

Ezra dropped the pot in the water causing a huge splash and I shut up. He turned to face me and I could tell he was pissed. Anyone who didn't know him would think he was as calm as a cucumber but his eyes told it all. 

"I made kettle corn, got your favorite ice cream, and rented your favorite movies so that when you got home you could relax and just chill with me but instead I just ended up watching some bullshit ass romantic comedy and eating a carton of double chocolate chip ice cream by myself like some kind of bitch." 

"Ezra I'm sorry its just I---" Ezra held up a hand to silence me. "Cut that out. You're lying. You remember Ryan?"

I nodded in confusion. "Yeah, he's your friend from the team. What does he have to do with this?" 

"Well, Ryan lives in Rich's apartment complex and he saw you go to Rich's apartment."

"Yeah to study."

"We both know damn well that you two weren't just studying. A late not cram session, right." 

I tried to interject again but the fuse was lit and there was no stopping him. 

"Ashley, it's funny that you used those choice of words in your lie since you were the getting crammed. Full of fucking Rich." 

I slapped him hard, so hard that he almost acted on his reflex. His arms tensed and I was scared but anger outweighed fear as I spoke. 

"Don't ever fucking disrespect me like that!" 

Ezra's eyes bucked with my exclamation. "Disrespect you! You disrespect your damn self! You let him control your whole fucking life and he's ruined our relationship because he ruined you!" Ezra screamed. 

"All you could focus on was what he did to you, how you felt, what you wanted. You're so fucking selfish! Did you even once think of me and the fact that I fucking love you!" 

I was shaking with emotions. All the anger and fear had broken down with his tirade. They had broken straight down into guilt and I couldn't deal. I began to cry as I pleaded with him to call a ceasefire. 

"Ezra I can't do this. Can we please just handle this in the morning?" I begged. 

But Ezra wasn't having that he turned and ripped off some paper towels and handed them to me. For a second, I thought his gesture was an olive branch but he quickly burst that bubble. He shook his head at me as I wept. 

"No, this can't be handled in the morning so wipe your face and shut that shit up. You did this. I did everything I could to prove to you that I was better than your past. I love, loved you Ashley, even more than myself. You were supposed to be my wife, the mother of my children, my future," Ezra's voice broke and a single tear slid down his cheek. I reached to wipe it away but he quickly moved out of my reach, before wiping it away himself and continuing. "but you couldn't let go, no matter how hard I loved you or how much I cared for you. You couldn't let go of him and hold on to me, when all I wanted was to hold you. Heal you. Keep you until you were whole, until we were whole. But you couldn't do it, let go you know. But I can and will. I'm done Ashley." 

Ezra walked out of the kitchen and I followed him.

"We can't be done! Please baby, I'm sorry! Let me explain! Please just listen to me." 

Ezra turned to me and his emerald eyes which usually gleamed with mischievous antics, were now sparkling with malice. Eyes which were hateful in the kitchen were now completely dead to me. But I tried anyways. 

"Ezra I never meant for any of this to happen. And I know I should have told you I wasn't over him but I thought I could handle it. But I couldn't. I got caught up in my past, in what happened and I cheated and I don't want you to hate me because all I have is love for you and I just want you to forgive me because I don't want to lose this, you, us. Please?" 

Ezra rubbed his mouth as he mock pondered my plea, "No." 

"What?!" 

I was blown away. It was not supposed to happen like this. 

"You heard me. I don't want anything from a manipulative, self-pitying, selfish, lying ass bitch like you. So get the fuck out of my face, go pack your shit, leave, and never speak to me again." 

Ezra picked up his keys from the side table and looked back at me. "You and your shit be gone before I'm back." Then he left. 

And I just stood there. Looking at that door waiting for him to walk back in and tell me he didn't mean it. That all he had just said was in anger and that I'd always be in his life in spite of everything I did and anything I could do. 

But as the seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours I knew that wasn't going to happen and for the umpteenth time that night I was crying. But this time was different. I cried in acceptance. 

Acceptance of truth, that all Ezra had said was true and there was no sense of denying that I had become the girl that I used to hate. I had become the one that kept the bad guy even though the good one was right in her face, that one. That girl. That dumbass girl. 

So I trudged to his bedroom and began to pack my things, all the while wishing I could go back in time and do something, anything, everything differently. 

When I was finally finished, I hauled my things into my car and I just sat there, staring at the place I had called home for two years. I could feel the tears prickling my eyes as I put my key in the ignition, my car in reverse, and my foot on the gas. But I didn't let the tears fall instead I just drove.

Hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles ached from the pain. I drove aimlessly with no destination there was no place to go, no place to hide from myself and my regrets. 

But when I stopped my car I found myself back at Rich's apartment complex. I thought of what I would say and what he would do, but these questions were quickly pushed aside as I texted him, "Come downstairs." Rich came down to my car and tried to open my door but I wouldn't unlock it. 

"Open the door." 

I popped the trunk of my car and motioned for him to look in it. He moved to my trunk and came back to my window. 

"You left?" 

I shook my head and he sighed. "He kicked you out." 

I nodded and unlocked the door. Rich opened my door, pulled me out, and held me in his arms. 

"I'm sorry. I know you love him. I know you care for him. But now you have to live for you. Do what's best for you. Be who you are in your own heart. Be with who is in your heart." 

Rich tilted my face and kissed me softly. He held my face in his hands and I closed my eyes but there was nothing. 

No flutter of butterflies, no choir of angels, no seeing stars. Nothing. And I knew that we were over. That the little fairytale I had cooked up in my brain between us was fiction and that all I wanted was Ezra. Forever. 

I pulled away from him and watched him search my eyes. He sighed and stepped away from me and I knew he had seen the truth. He saw that the game for my heart was over and that he had lost. 

I walked away from him, closed my trunk, hopped in my car, and left. And I sped home because I needed to make it there and make it right, make us right. I needed to make him understand that I loved him and only him forever. 

I tried to call him as I drove but there was no answer so I left countless voicemails. And when that didn't work I, against my better judgment, texted him but I only wrote three words before I my eyes were drawn back to the road by a honking horn. 

I looked up and was met with headlights and quickly swerved to avoid hitting the truck but then I couldn't get control of the car and I was spinning and screaming before careening right into a tree and being slammed into unconsciousness. 

When I woke up there were people all around me. I tried to move but they were holding me down. I pushed them away and tried to sit up but an intense pain registered throughout my whole body and then I was out again. 

When I opened my eyes again the brightest lights of my life were shining back at me. So bright that for a second I thought I was seeing "the light" but when I blinked my eyes a couple of times things began to focus. 

I noticed the white tiled ceiling and knew I wasn't dead but when I heard the beep of the heart monitor I knew something was wrong. I looked down at my arms and there were tubes running in and out of them and then it dawned on me. Instead of being in heaven I was in the hospital. 

I went to run a hand through my hair and I felt the bandages around my head. I tried to lift myself up but a jolt of pain in my left shoulder dashed any hope of that. So I laid there as silent tears ran down my cheeks. I closed my eyes against them and fell into a dreamless sleep. 

When I awoke again there was a woman beside my bed with a chart in hand, popping gum and humming "Man in the Mirror". 

"Hi." I rasped before breaking into a fit of coughs. 

The woman bumped into one of the machines at my salutation but quickly recovered, and gave me some ice chips, which I chewed thankfully as she spoke. 

"Well, I'm glad to see you awake Mrs. Harris. Your husband has been worried sick in the waiting room so I know he'll be glad to hear you're up." 

"My who?" I whispered. 

"Oh honey, your husband. Don't you remember him?" 

I looked at her in confusion before shaking my head, "No." 

The woman pursed her lips and wrote something down before putting her hand to the bandages on my head. 

"Well, it seems that you may be suffering from acute memory loss due to your head injury. I'll have to make sure the doctor schedules another MRI because your hunk of a husband is definitely unforgettable." 

I laughed but regretted it instantly when my side began to ache. I went to hold my left side and felt bandages there too. 

"What happened?" I whispered as tears began to form in my eyes. 

"You were in a car accident sweetie." I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. "You hit your head on the window pretty hard, your shoulder is dislocated, and you have a few broken ribs but you're alive baby and that's what you have to think of." 

The woman held my hand and looked at me like my mom would have in the situation, with kindness and sterness all wrapped in love. 

"Now you get well okay honey. And I'll make sure you're attended to. Also, I'll send your husband right in." 

I gave her a weak smile and nodded my head. A few minutes passed before there was a knock at my door. Hearing the knock, I tried to shift in my bed to see who was coming in but the simple movement had me wincing in pain. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes as I tried to lift myself up but I immediately stopped when I felt his hands on me. I opened my eyes and there his were staring back at me. 

"Ezra?" I whispered. 

"Yeah baby I'm here." 

I moved to give him a hug and shouted out as pain shot through my shoulder. Ezra seemed to fly to my rescue as he moved pillows and propped me up. He gave me a remote that was attached to one of the machines beside my bed and told me to press its button. 

I pressed the button and after a few minutes I felt the pain recede and a smile formed on my face. 

"I'm not hurting anymore. What is this?" I asked.

Ezra smiled and answered, "A morphine pump." 

I nodded my head and laid it back. "Well it feels good. Thank you." 

"You're welcome." 

"You know the lady who came in here said my husband was waiting outside. By any chance was she talking about you?" 

Ezra nodded. "Yeah. I had to say that or they wouldn't let me in." 

"Ah." I sighed and the silence began to stretch. 

Here he was, the man I wanted, needed so desperately, here he sat at the edge of my bed and it felt like miles between us. I blew out a shaky breath and closed my eyes against tears that I could feel welling up in my chest. 

"Ashley?" 

I took another breath before speaking. "Yes?" 

"Do you remember what you texted me before your accident?" 

I racked my brain for what I had said but it was blank. I could see my memories like a movie on fast forward. Ezra and I laughing, Rich fucking me, Ezra and I fighting, me crying alone, Rich and I saying goodbye, me driving home and then, then there was a disconnect. My screen blacked out and there was only static. 

I shook my head, "no," and let a tear escape. Then I felt Ezra moving and suddenly he was laying beside me wiping my tears away. 

"You texted me, 'I love you.' Do you remember that?" 

The static cleared then and I remembered. The blaring horn, avoiding the truck but losing control of my car and then the tree. I opened my eyes and nodded at him. 

"Well, I read that message and decided to come home but on the way I saw the car being towed and I knew something was wrong so I rushed here but they wouldn't give me information unless I was your husband so I lied, and then they told me you had an accident. Texting and driving was what the said. And it clicked I'd been the one you'd been trying to talk to. I had been the reason you'd almost died and that was the worst feeling I've ever felt in my life. The knowledge that you caused the person you love the most to almost die, it's---" 

"You still love me?" I whispered in disbelief. "After all I did to you? After I hurt you?" 

Ezra rubbed my cheek and kissed my forehead. "Babe, I have that inspite of love for you. And that just means that inspite of everything that happens my love for you conquers it so yes I love you, no matter what and that will never change. But I need to know do you still love me?" 

I looked into his eyes and felt my heart break at the sight of the insecurity and hurt I'd placed in their depths. 

"Oh Ezra, I do love you, so much. More than anything in this world and I never ever meant to hurt you and I'm so sorry and I wish I could go back and" then his lips were on mine and in that very moment I let go. 

I let go of my past and didn't worry about the future all I focused on was our lips touching, tongues connecting, and our hearts beating in time. There was no guilt, no shame, no regrets, just us, in love. Unadulterated and pure and I knew, this was it. I wasn't faking or playing a game anymore. This was real. Ezra pulled away and I missed his lips immediately. 

"God, I love you." 

"Oh Ez." 

I sighed and forgetting my injury, I raised my arms for a hug again and instantly went from "Oh Ez." to "Oh shit!" as pain exploded in my shoulder. But just like before Ezra sprung into action doing everything to make me comfortable which included moving his big body into one of the tiny chairs beside the bed. 

I pressed the button and began to relax as the pain dissipated but the more I relaxed the more I cracked up at the sight of Ezra, the Hulk, in his munchkin chair. 

I laughed out loud and he finally asked what was funny and I burst into a fit of giggles. I laughed until I tears ran down my cheeks and cramps were in my aching side. I tried to catch my breath and explain at the same time which caused him to laugh and soon we were cracking up. 

"Babe...you look like...a bear in a steel trap with your butt in that chair...oh I can't breathe..." 

"I can tell cause bae you sound like a sumo wrestler going upstairs." He laughed. 

"Right." I wheezed before coughing. 

Ezra gave me my cup of ice and I thanked him before yawning. "Baby it's getting late and you need to rest. I'll go if you need me too." He pushed himself up to go but I fanned him back to his baby chair. 

"Don't you dare leave me. I need you." 

"That's all I needed to hear. Tell me to stay and I'm with you. But don't regret your decision later when I'm playing hopscotch on your last nerve." 

I chuckled and shook my head. "You're crazy bae, you know even if you were jack hammering my last nerve I'd still want you there with me. It's that inspite of love and I just want that with you forever." 

"What do you mean forever." 

Ezra raised a brow at me and smiled the smile only he could. 

"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" 

I couldn't help but smile back. "If you think I'm asking you to be my extremely sexy real husband with whom I would eagerly spend the rest of my life with in that inspite of love instead of just an incredibly handsome boyfriend who says he's my fake husband to get into my hospital room then yes. Yes I am." 

Ezra laughed and his green eyes glimmered emerald. 

"You're amazing." 

I laughed and and gave him my camera ready face. "Thank you dahling." 

He shook his head at me then took my hand in his. "You're one funny lady." He chuckled as he rubbed his thumb in my palm. I felt him massaging my hand and it was soothing for a while but the longer he held my hand the more anxious I became until finally I snatched my hand away and asked him. 

"So is that a yes?" 

Ezra looked at me and then reached for my hand again which I gave him grudgingly. He continued his massage but this time he spoke. 

"Babe, I was thinking about how right you were about love being a game." 

"No it's not." I interrupted. 

Ezra looked up at me and gave me the shut up look and I quickly apologized. 

"Sorry. Go on." 

"As I was saying, I realized that love truly is a game. It has winners and losers, high stakes and high rewards, just like poker. And you make me want to play. You make me want to bet it all on you. Because you see past my poker face. You see me. You see the real me. Not goofy Gutierres but Ezra and that's all I ever want or need in my life. So since I'm playing double or nothing I might as well play for keeps." 

Ezra gazed at me then and it was inescapable. So deep was the green in those eyes, so emotional and real, that I could feel it, his true essence, his very soul. And then his lips formed the words I'd waited to hear. 

"Ashley Victoria Harris, I will marry you." 

"Forreal?!" 

He grinned and nodded his head. "Yup, you're officially the future Mrs. Gutierres." 

I squealed and nearly jumped out of my bed when he said that. Tears of joy ran down my face and when he kissed me all that I didn't feel with Rich happened. 

I felt the butterflies come alive, I heard the heavenly chorus sing, and I saw the stars. Shit if I'm being honest I saw moons and galaxies from that kiss. It was perfect just like him. I almost forgot where we were but luckily the woman from before was there to remind me. 

"I see you remember your husband." 

I turned my head to her and gave her a smile. "You're right. Guess there will be no need for a MRI then?" 

"Yes there will be as a precaution because anyone who forgets she married to a man made like him for any amount of time needs to be checked out." 

Ezra blushed a deep red and I laughed. 

"I don't think I ever caught your name." I stated when she came beside my bed and checked my monitors. 

"Oh, sorry about that. I'm Jacqueline but everyone just calls me Nurse Jackie."

"Cool. Well you know my name but he's another story." 

I commented as I motioned to Ezra. Ezra stood and shook Jackie's hand. 

"Hello, I'm Ezra and I just want to thank you for taking such good care of my wife I really appreciate it." 

Nurse Jackie smiled so wide I thought her face would break her face. I laughed again and felt the pain twinge in my side from the outburst. I guess the discomfort was on my face because Jackie went into nurse mode immediately. 

"Mrs. Harris you need to take it easy. You have broken ribs and extra movement is not helping the healing process." 

I nodded my head and she continued. "Right now, I'm going to sit you up so that I can check your bandages and change any that need to be redone. Okay?" 

I nodded again then Nurse Jackie and Ezra helped me sit up and Jackie went to work. She redressed my head bandages after checking my stitches then she tightened them bandages around my ribs which made me want to kill her, but she didn't move my shoulder and I was grateful. 




Playing Games Ch. 07



When she finished she advised me to rest and I promised her I would and Ezra guaranteed it. And with that she left humming "Thriller" on the way out. 

I yawned again and Ezra smiled. 

"Baby you need to sleep and I need to call BSU and your parents to explain what happened, so I'm going to step out and be right back." 

I pouted my lips. "Bae you know I can't sleep without you by my side." 

Ezra held my hand and I brought his hand to my lips and kissed each knuckle, pausing on his ring finger. 

"You know one day there's going to be a ring with 'Inspite of I love you -A' engraved in it sitting nice and pretty on this here finger." 

Ezra smiled and bent down to whisper in my ear. "It's already engraved on my heart." 

He then delivered a kiss to my forehead, stood, and released my hand. "I'll be right outside if you need me." 

Ezra departed the room and I sighed. How did I get so lucky? I thanked God for my life, my man, and my lesson before drifting off to sleep and dreaming of my angel, Ezra



Playing Games - Fun In The Bedroom



Several years ago a bunch of us got together to play a game of Dungeons & Dragons. My brother, Richard was the Dungeon Master and the rest of the group were the characters. The group consisted of my Uncle Rick, Uncle Jim, my sister, Clarissa, her boyfriend Mickey, Mickey's younger sister Amy,(18 years old at the time) Myself, my mother and several cousins and friends. Whenever the core group gets together for this game we usually play for atleast 24 hours at a time. This particular time, I had to work later the next day so this was going to be a shorter game for me.

On this particular night it was the first time playing for Amy. She was the virgin of the group in more ways than one. We all settled in for a long night of gaming. We had been playing for a couple of hours and Amy was seated next to me as I am one of the founding members of the group and yet still on the younger side of the group. I helped Amy to learn how to play and the little tricks to helping her gain experience points as well as gaining as much of the treasures as possible. She caught on quickly and was soon enjoying herself. As she began to relax, I decided to start enjoying myself alittle too. 

During the game, whenever she would lean forward I would place my hand behind her perfect lil bubble-butt. When she would set back I would cup her ass and give it a gentle lil squeeze. The first few times she would snap her head my direction and stare at me. I would just smile and ask her if she was having fun. She just smiled and asked me if I was. I said ofcourse and that the night was going better than usual. We continued the little back and forth for a while as well as writing each other little notes on our tablets of paper. 

The game progressed for hours as well as my advances. I progressed from playing with her ass to coping a feel of her lower breast to placing my hand between her legs.

She was nervous that everyone could see what I was doing and what they would think.

She would stop me when she felt that I was going too far or fast.

We had been playing for maybe 12 hours or so and the sun was just coming up when Amy was getting tired and leaning against me falling asleep. When she was completely out I told the group that she was out of it and that I needed to quit myself. I said that I would put Amy in our spare bedroom and was going to bed myself.

I carried Amy to our spare room and laid her on the bed and turned to leave. As I reached the door I decided that I wasn't ready for the fun to end just yet and locked the door. I walked back to the bed and I reached over and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She woke up and asked what I was doing. I told her that she shouldn't sleep in tight clothing and she just laughed and said that I just wanted to get her jeans off. I smiled down at her as she lifted her ass off the bed so that I could remove her jeans. As the jeans slipped off her hips, a pair of pink cotton string bikini panties came into view. I stopped to admire them for a moment and Amy started moving her legs trying to get her jeans off. I finished removing her jeans and folded them and layed them on the dresser. When I turned back to the bed, Amy was now sitting up with her arms over her head waiting for me to remove her blouse. Once it was off it revealed a tiny white bra holding a small but by far the most beautiful set of breasts. 

 I quickly reached behind her back and released her bra hooks and she let it fall away from her chest. When it dropped a perfect pair of twin creamy white breasts with lil pink nipples came into view. They we atleast a ¼" long and ended at a small dimes size areola with lil bumps on it. She tossed the bra and blouse at me with a giggle. I laughed and tossed them on the dresser with her jeans.

 I stood next to the bed and softly asked her how far she wanted to go with this. She looked down and said that she was still a virgin and that she was scared but really wanted to be with me. I said that we could go as slow as she wanted and could stop at anytime. (although I hope that we wouldn't have to.) She smiled and reached for my jeans. As she unfastened them I removed the shirt. I kicked off my shoes as my jeans dropped down my legs. I yanked off my socks just before she reached for my boxers. As she slowly pulled down my boxers my erection came into view. 

 I am not huge in that department ( 6 ½" long but on the thicker side.) but I could see the scared look in her eyes. I leaned over her and kissed her, our first. Our tongues soon met and she pulled me onto the bed. We kissed and held each other for what seemed like hours. I slowly cupped one of her breast in my hand and caressed it, playing with her lil nipples. She moaned as I squeezed her nipple between my fingers. I took that as a good sign to further explore her nipples with my tongue. I tongue bathed both of her tits before latching on to one of her nipples. She squealed as I sucked them, alternating one after another.

She reached down and grabbed my cock and just held it in her hand. She wasn't stroking it or moving her hand at all, but it felt so amazing. I slipped one of my hands down to her panty covered crotch and started to rub her thru the panties. She took a deep breath as I rub her gently. Her breathing became more rapid and labored as I continued sucking a nipple and rubbing her twat. I stopped long enough to slip my hand inside the leg-band of her panties. My fingers made their first contact with her wet slit. A soft moan escaped her lips as my fingers ran the length of her slit. I had still not penetrated her lips but she was on fire as I could feel the heat coming from between her legs.

I continued exploring her slit with my fingers as she started bucking against my hand. I concentrated on preparing her for more to come without getting too aroused myself and ending the party before it really began. I had to taste that virgin pussy if it was the last thing that I ever did. I released the nipple from my mouth and heard the disappointment in her moaning. I told her to lay back and enjoy the ride as we were far from done. I slowly slid down her body – licking every inch the I came in contact with until I reached her panties. I quickly noticed that the crotch of her cotton panties were soaked with her arousal. A satisfied smile crossed my face as I knew that she was enjoying this as much as I was.

I lowered my lips to her inner thighs and kissed my way around her slit without actually touching it with my lips or tongue. She was thrashing from side to side on the bed and was begging me to stop teasing her. I finally decided that I couldn't wait any longer myself and slowly pulled her panties down her legs. I was now greeted with a hairy bush that covered her tiny lil slit. It was still completely closed around her inner labia and clit. I ran my tongue from the bottom near her ass to the very tip of her clit without penetrating her as she gasp from the sensations. I gently pushed her legs apart as I wanted to explore her inner depths, as her legs opened her slit remained closed until her legs were almost completely opened before they finally revealed the secret that they fought so hard to conceal. Her slit opened enough to reveal the soft pink pussy dripping with her female juices as well as a tiny but aroused lil clit. The cutest clit that I have seen even to this very day. 

I dove into her and licked her juices from ever inch that I could reach with my tongue, before attacking that cute lil clit. She was moaning and even lightly screaming as I attacked her slit with every trick I knew. Her pussy was the softest and sweetest pussy that I have ever tasted. She was grabbing my head and trying to force more of her pussy in my face. I thought that if she pulled my hair and face any harder that my tongue would come out of her mouth. She was on fire and I started questioning if I could really handle this wild one. After her series of small orgasms she followed it with a huge one. I was exhausted and I had not even broke her cherry yet.

I slowly crawled up her body and started kissing her. She didn't hesitate to explore my mouth with her tongue even though I had just been eating her. She sucked on my tongue and lips as if she was starving and I had the last drop of food in my mouth. I rested as she explored her own flavors and scents from my mouth.

Once I had rested enough to catch my second wind I pulled my mouth from hers and asked her if she still wanted to continue as there would be no turning back in near future. She kissed me and pulled my ear closed to her mouth and said be gentle but to make love to her NOW! I was only to happy to comply. I slowly lined my cock with her slit and eased the head up and down her slit, coating it with her juices. 

She moaned and started bucking up at my cock. I slowly started inserting the head of my cock into her and she held her breath as the head of my cock hit her hymen that was trying its best to stop the intrusion. I pushed a little harder and it still would not relent. I pulled back and pushed again with more force. This time her hymen had no choice but to allow me entrance to her innermost untouched areas. She let out a little yelp as more of my cock entered her. I stopped and let her adjust to the intrusion before continuing my journey to her depths. 

After a few seconds she signaled me that she was ready to continue and I forced the rest of my cock into her. She moaned when I hit bottom and my balls rested against her ass. She finally started breathing again after holding her breath for so long. I laid there on top of her buried to the hilt in her velvety soft twat enjoying the sensations.

I started slowly pushing in and out of her until she started bucking up again, where I started giving it to her in long hard thrusts. She let out several screams that I was sure that the entire house could hear – maybe the whole neighborhood. I continued pounding her not caring who heard as long as she remembered who was giving her the sensations that she was now experiencing. I wanted her to never forget this moment and did everything I could to make sure of it. When I was ready to blow my load, I thought about pulling out and spraying her incredible body with it but I decided that it felt too wonderful to stop and just deposited my load deep in her womb. I knew that she wasn't on the pill and that we were not using a condom but I figured that if it was meant to be, so be it. 

After resting for about 20 minutes I asked her if she wanted to try it again,and if she wanted to try another position and she said that she trusted me and would do anything that I wanted. I laughed and told her that I might just hold her to that, she just laughed and said that she knew that I would. 

I had her get on her hands and knees on the end of the bed as I stood at the foot of the bed and slowly penetrated her again. In this position I knew that I could get a very deep penetration and that she would enjoy it as much as I would. I grabbed her hips as I hit bottom and started driving again. God – she was so tight that I thought that she might squeeze my cock right off. This time she threw her head back and moaned for the whole world to hear. Neither of us cared who knew what we were doing this time and we went for broke. We continued in this position until she coaxed another load from my balls. We both hit the mattress completely exhausted and were soon sleeping soundly.

Later that day my brother knocked on the guest bedroom door and asked if I was going to work. I woke up from what I thought was just a dream to see Amy naked laying in front of me. I said that I was too tired and that I would call in to work and let them know. He just laughed and said that from what they all heard that none of them were surprised. I just laughed and said thanks for the wake up. As he walked away he could hear Amy giggling as we went at it again.

We tried several more positions and variations. She says that her favorite is riding cowgirl as she gets to be in control. I never mind her taking control and riding her way to a climax. My favorite is 69 as we both enjoy both giving and receiving. 

Several hours later we both dressed and walked downstairs to get something to eat and grab a shower. Everyone was laughing and teasing us both except her brother Mickey. 

He wasn't happy that his little sister was no longer so innocent. She just smiled and said too bad, it was her life and not his. He was mad then but boy was he pissed a few months later when he found out we were having a baby. 

He is now an uncle of a 5 year old nephew Brian Jr. and 3 year old niece Kaitlyn and now another one on the way.

Some games really are worth playing.



Playing Games with her Husband



John was yawning when he walked into the kitchen. He headed right for the coffee and poured himself a cup. He sat down at the table and was greeted with a loving smile.

"Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?" Kim asked.

"I slept great Kim, but I'd prefer you not call me sweetie." John said.

Kim looked at John with a look of surprise and a bit of shock on her face.

"Kim? You think I'm Kim? What kind of game are you playing John? Don't you even recognize your own wife?" Kim asked.

John yawned.

"As a matter of fact I do recognize my wife...and you aren't her." John said.

"I can't believe this...what's wrong with you? Is this some kind of game? Do you honestly think that I'm my sister?" Kim asked.

"Nope. I don't think that you're your sister. It seems that you want me to think that you're your sister, but I know that you're Kim...which begs the question where is Kelly?" John asked.

John took a sip of his coffee.

"What is it exactly that makes you think I'm Kim?" Kim asked.

"Well I've been married to Kelly for 7 years...I've come to notice things about her that you haven't got...differences between the two of you." John said.

"Like what?" Kim asked.

"Well...for one thing Kelly's ears are pierced a little lower than yours. There's no use denying it, I know it's you Kim." John said.

Kim shook her head in disbelief and then she smiled.

"You sure didn't know it was me last night." Kim said smugly.

"Yes...actually I did. You see...I shaved Kelly completely yesterday morning when we took a shower together...you on the other hand had a thin strip of hair right above your pussy last night." John said.

Kim's face went pale.

"You mean...you knew and you still...." Kim said.

"Yeah. Kelly and I talked about you right after we got married. She said that you'd told her that you wanted to fuck me and she thought that sooner or later you were probably going to try to sneak into bed with me pretending to be her. She said you might try to do it on your own or that the two of you might work it out together. She said that either way if it happened she was okay with it as long as I told her about it. So where is she anyway?" John asked.

Kim hung her head.

"She spent the night at my place." Kim said.

John grabbed the phone and dialed Kim's home number.

"Hello?" Kelly asked.

"Hey baby, it's me. Kim and I just had a little talk about last night so it's cool for you to come home now." John said.

"Oh...um...okay. You knew it was her?" Kelly asked.

"Yep...you should have called her and had her shave her pussy completely before she came over; she's got a little strip of hair down there. If she was completely shaved like you are it wouldn't have been as blatantly obvious, but I'd have still known it was her. You'd better hurry up and get home so we can talk about this." John said.

"Okay...I'll be home in a few minutes." Kelly said.

Twenty minutes later, Kelly walked into the kitchen where John and Kim were sitting quietly having coffee. Without saying a word Kelly poured herself a cup and sat down at the table. For a few minutes nobody said anything.

"So if it hadn't been for the little strip of pubic hair would you have really known it was me and not her?" Kim asked finally.

"Of course I would have known. I knew it was you as soon as I walked through the door last night. When I saw that Kelly wasn't here I realized what you were up to so I just went with it." John said.

"You knew right away? How...what gave it away?" Kim asked.

John laughed.

"What didn't give it away? As I told you earlier your ears are pierced higher than Kelly's. You also walk with a different bounce in your step than Kelly does. Then there's the fact that Kelly usually lets me come to her to kiss her when I get home from work and you met me in the front hall and were very eager to stick your tongue in my mouth. If none of that had given it away; when you took your clothes off it would have been blatantly obvious. As we've already established you had pubic hair that I knew Kelly didn't have. Also your nipples are a slightly different color than hers. There's also the little bunny from where you tanned and Kelly doesn't have one. Oh and Kelly usually makes me ask at least 3 times before she lets me have anal sex with her and she always tells me not to cum in her ass...you accepted right away and didn't say a thing as I came in your ass." John said.

Kim turned towards Kelly.

"Damn...can you believe how observant he is? He knows that our nipples are different colors." Kim said.

"He's got to be making that up. There's no way he can tell that if they aren't side by side. Besides we're identical twins...they should be the same color." Kelly said.

"Apparently you aren't completely identical. They really are different colors...take your tops off and have a look for yourselves." John said.

"No way...pervert." Kelly said.

"Hey...I've already seen both of your breasts...so what's the problem?" John asked.

Kelly looked over at Kim.

"What do you think?" Kelly asked.

"I think that now that I'm wondering if he's right if we don't do it now I'll be thinking about it until we finally do it so let's just do it real quick and see if he's right." Kim said.

"Okay. Try not to enjoy this too much John." Kelly said.

John just sat back and smiled.

Kelly and Kim both pulled their tops off and then hesitated before taking off their bras. Once they were both topless they looked back and forth from their own nipples to their sister's nipples.

"They look like they're the same color to me." Kelly said.

"Yeah, they look the same to me too. I think this was just so he could get us both topless at the same time." Kim said.

They both looked at John sternly. John moved from a reclining position to leaning across the table with his arms stretched out in front of him.

"You're too far away from each other right now. Get up close to one another so you can see both at the same time." John said.

"Oh right...you'd like that wouldn't you? Shall we rub them together while we're at it?" Kelly asked.

"Hey...you're the ones that don't believe me. You don't have to touch each other...just get close enough to see both at the same time." John said.

Kelly and Kim turned to face one another and scooted closer together. They got so close that their nipples were almost touching. They looked again.

"Holy shit...they really are slightly different colors." Kim said.

"I told you so." John said.

"It's obvious when they're this close together, but how in the hell could you recognize a small difference in color like that without seeing both of us at the same time and without seeing them close together like we are now?" Kelly asked.

"I've had the great pleasure of spending many years getting to know your nipples Kelly. As soon as I saw Kim's nipples it was obvious that she wasn't you." John said.

Kelly...amazed that John had noticed such a small difference...sat down without putting her top back on and Kim did the same. They sat topless staring across the table at John in disbelief for a few minutes. John had a big smile on his face as he very openly looked at his wife and her twin sister sitting side by side completely topless. 

Kelly finally realized what was going on. Instead of getting mad or putting her top back on she got an evil smile on her face, leaned over, whispered something to Kim, Kim giggled and she nodded.

"So you think that you know my nipples pretty well do you?" Kelly asked.

"Absolutely." John said.

"Would you know them blindfolded?" Kelly asked.

"What do you mean?" John asked.

"You were able to tell us apart when you could see us, but if we were to blindfold you would you be able to tell whether it was one of Kelly's nipples or one of mine just by touch...either with your hands or your mouth?" Kim asked.

Kelly and Kim had incredibly naughty looks on their faces...John smiled.

"Absolutely." John said confidently nodding his head.

"Well...let's find out if you can back up your confidence." Kelly said.

Kelly got one of John's ties from the bedroom to use as a blindfold. She walked up behind John, pulled his chair back from the table, put the tie over his eyes, and tied it tightly in place.

"Can you see anything?" Kelly asked.

"Nope...not a thing." John said.

"Okay. You surprised us by figuring out our first game without us telling you that you were playing. This time we're really going to put you to the test. Here's how it's going to work. We're going to put your hand on one of our nipples for 30 seconds; then we'll put it in your mouth for 30 seconds. When we're done you have to guess which of us it was." Kelly said.

"This game sounds fun. What are the stakes?" John asked.

"What do you mean?" Kim asked.

"It's a game right? So there has to be some kind of prize. My prize for the game last night was to fuck Kim right? What do I get if I win this game and what do you get if I lose?" John asked.

The girls whispered back and forth for a minute. 

"If you win you can have sex with Kim any time that you want as long as she's willing." Kelly said.

"Which would be most of the time." Kim giggled.

"And if I lose?" John asked.

"If you lose...you have to let Kim use a strap on dildo on your ass while I watch and then I get to use a strap on dildo on your ass while Kim watches." Kelly said.

"Ooh, it sounds like I'm a winner either way." Kim said.

"Do you accept the stakes that we've proposed?" Kelly asked.

"Well you've used a strap on to fuck me before so that part is okay. I'm not all that thrilled about the idea of getting fucked in the ass by both of you while the other watches, but I know I'm gonna win...so sure...what the hell I accept." John said.

"So are you ready to play the game then?" Kelly asked.

"Hell yes! Bring it on!" John said.

Kim and Kelly silently worked out who would go first and which nipple would be used. Kelly's right nipple was first. She took John's hand and put it on her nipple. He circled his finger around it and felt it for 30 seconds then Kelly moved the nipple to John's mouth. His lips and tongue explored the nipple for 30 seconds then she pulled away and she and Kim stood side by side on the other side of the table.

"Okay John what's your guess?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, who do you think it was?" Kim asked.

"That was Kelly's right nipple. Am I right? I'm right aren't I?" John asked.

"We're writing down your guesses along with the right answers and we'll total up your score at the end." Kelly said.

Kim's left nipple was up next. Kim almost didn't pull away after the 30 seconds in his mouth. She retreated to the other side of the table.

"Your guess is?" Kim asked.

"Kim's left nipple." John said.

Kim's right nipple was next.

"Okay...who was it?" Kelly asked.

"That was Kim's right nipple." John said.

They decided to do Kelly's right nipple for a second time. When she pulled away and walked to the other side of the table she had a smile on her face.

"What's your guess?" Kelly asked.

"Well the one that hadn't been done was your left nipple, but you tried to trick me...that was your right nipple again Kelly." John said.

Kelly and Kim looked at each other in disbelief.

They kept randomly testing John with their nipples. After a total of 40 guesses each of their 4 nipples had been in John's hands and in his mouth 10 times.

"Okay, that's it; you can take off the blindfold while we total up your score." Kim said.

John took off the blindfold and leaned back in the chair with a confident smile on his face while waiting for the results. Kim and Kelly totaled up John's score...they were shocked.

"Can that be right?" Kelly asked.

"It has to be right...we kept track of everything as it was happening." Kim said.

"So what's the score?" John asked confidently.

Kelly whistled.

"You're good...damn good. It seems that you know both of our nipples very well. You got all 40 guesses right." Kelly said.

John laughed and clapped his hands triumphantly.

"See...I told you that I could tell that she wasn't you just by the nipples. I was blindfolded and not only did I get most of them right...I got all of them right." John said.

"I never would have thought that our nipples were so different that he could not only tell mine from yours but the lefts from the rights." Kim said.

"I should have known better than to doubt him." Kelly said.

"Yes you should have, but you did doubt me...you challenged me...and I won your little game." John said.

"Yes you did. You won the game fair and square so...may I present your prize." Kelly said.

Kelly took Kim's hand, led her around the table to where John was still sitting in a chair, and sat Kim down on John's lap.

"My oh my; I've never been won as a prize before...what ever will you do with me?" Kim asked playfully.

"Well since you're my prize I get to do whatever I want with you right?" John asked.

"That makes sense. What exactly did you have in mind?" Kim asked.

"I was thinking about making you sit in this chair and watch while I fuck Kelly bent over the table, then I'll fuck you while she watches." John said.

"You want us to watch you have sex with the other?" Kim asked.

"Yes. I think it's only fair. You were gonna watch each other use a strap-on on me. Besides; you're twins right? You grew up sharing every experience. You used to borrow each other's clothes...including underwear. You let each other get good close up looks at your pussies when you hit puberty. You used to shower together. Hell from what Kelly tells me you even masturbated in front of each other a few times." John said.

Kim looked at Kelly.

"OH MY GOD! You told him about that?" Kim asked.

"Yes...it's not that big a deal. I tell him everything...besides...now that he won you you'll get to fuck him all the time...I'm sure that will be more than enough for you to forgive me." Kelly said.

"Good point...you're forgiven." Kim said.

"So my little prize, are you going to get off my lap so I can fuck Kelly or do I have to pinch your cute little butt to make you move?" John asked.

"Ooh...pinch please." Kim said playfully.

John pinched her butt. Kim yelped with delight and got off his lap. Kelly took off her shoes, pants, and panties while John undressed.

All of a sudden Kim jumped up and took off the rest of her clothes.

"Sheesh Kim...you don't need to be naked until we're done." John said.

"Before you start I've got another blindfold challenge for you...if you're up for it." Kim said.

"Oh yeah? What have you got in mind?" John asked.

"I'll tell you in a minute. First Kelly and I need to go take care of something." Kim said.

Kelly and Kim went to the master bathroom.

"What's up?" Kelly asked.

"Where's your razor?" Kim asked.

"It's in the shower...why?" Kelly asked.

Kim grabbed the razor and carefully removed the last little strip of pubic hair.

"So what kind of game have you got in mind?" Kelly asked.

"If he knows your body so well let's see if he can tell us apart by the feel of our pussies on his cock." Kim said.

Kelly smiled.

"That's a great idea. We'll definitely know how well he knows my body if he can tell which one I am by the feel of my pussy on his cock." Kelly said.

"Okay, let's go." Kim said.

They went back to the kitchen where John was waiting.

"Okay...your idea of having us watch while you fuck the other one sounds awesome and we'll definitely do it, but it is going to have to wait for a little bit. We have an interesting challenge for you now." Kelly said.

"So what's the challenge?" John asked.

"We're going to blindfold you, the two of us are going to lie down on the table, and then you're going to put your cock into one of us and then the other. We want to see if you can identify us by the feel of our pussies on your cock. If you can't do it we get to fuck you with the strap-on while the other watches." Kim said.

"And if I win?" John asked.

Kim whispered something to Kelly...she looked shocked for a moment, then shrugged and nodded.

"If you win you we'll have a 3-some with you." Kim said.

John was surprised, but then smiled.

"Would that threesome include some stuff between the two of you?" John asked.

Kelly and Kim looked at John for a moment in disbelief. They leaned in to whisper to each other. After several minutes of discussion they turned back towards John.

"Yes, we'll do some stuff together if that's what you want. We don't really want to do much though." Kelly said.

"Well how much are you willing to do?" John asked.

"Don't worry John; we'll do enough to blow your mind." Kim said.

"Blow my mind huh? That sounds pretty good to me. That makes your challenge much more interesting. I hope you don't try to back out when I win because I'm very confident that I'll be able to tell who is who." John said.

"You have to win first John, but if you do we won't try to back out." Kim said.

Kelly put John's blindfold back on. When they were sure that John couldn't see Kelly and Kim lay on the kitchen table with their pussies right at the edge for John to push his cock into. 

John tentatively found his way to the table and followed one of their legs to the first pussy.

"Okay. Pussy #1." John said.

He eased his cock into the pussy...Kelly's pussy. 

"Oh that's nice. Oh yeah...that's awesome." John said.

He rocked his hips for a few minutes slowly fucking the woman.

"Okay I'd better move on to pussy #2 before I bust a nut." John said.

John felt to his left and to his right and found the other woman...Kim...to his left. He moved over between her legs and pushed his cock into her and started rocking his hips slowly fucking her.

"Oh, that's nice too. Damn this feels good. I like this game." John said.

John fucked Kim for a few minutes.

"I think I need to try the other one again." John said.

He moved back to Kelly and fucked her some more. 

"Okay, I'm pretty sure that I know who is who, but I'd better go back to #2 for a little bit just to be sure." John said.

He moved back to Kim and fucked her for a few more minutes. Finally he pulled his cock out of Kim and backed away from the table.

"Okay...are you two ready for this? Pussy #1...the one on my right is Kelly. Pussy #2...the one on my left is Kim." John said.

Kelly and Kim both sat up on the table looking at John in complete disbelief.

"How in the hell did he do that?" Kelly asked.

"You've got me...of course I've never felt the inside of both of our pussies for comparison. Maybe after being married for so long you've been stretched or something to fit him just right or something." Kim said.

"I suppose that could be what it is. Of course it was a 50-50 thing where he'd either be right or wrong. It could have just been a guess." Kelly said.

"That was no guess my love." John said.

John just stood there smiling with the blindfold still over his eyes. 

"Okay you smug bastard you can take your blindfold off." Kelly said.

John pulled the blindfold off as Kelly and Kim got off of the table. They all stood there naked in the kitchen for a few minutes not saying a word.

"So are we going to do anything else right now or should we get dressed?" John asked.

"I guess that's kind of up to you John. You won both challenges. You won me as a prize and said something about having us watch as you fucked the other one. You also won a threesome. If you want to collect on some of that now you can. If you want to wait we can get dressed and finish breakfast." Kim said.

"So it's up to me? Okay. Well I am pretty hungry right now, but no food can satisfy this hunger." John said.

He reached out both of his hands and Kim and Kelly each took one and John led them out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into the bedroom. He closed the door and turned to face them.




Playing Games with her Husband



"Okay ladies...blow my mind." John said.

"You mean you want us to...do that...now?" Kelly asked.

"Hell yes. It won't be any easier for you to do it later than it will be if you do it now." John said.

"What do you think Kelly?" Kim asked.

"We said we'd do it so I guess now's as good a time as any. Let's just do it and get it over with." Kelly said.

"Okay." Kim said.

For several minutes they stood side by side unable to move.

"What's the matter ladies?" John asked.

"Um...I guess we're both really nervous about doing this and aren't really sure what to do." Kim said.

"Well then I'll help you through it. You could start by turning to face each other." John said.

Kelly and Kim turned their heads to look at each other and then slowly turned their bodies so that they were facing each other standing 4 feet apart.

"Each of you take a step forward." John said.

They both took a small step forward.

"Bigger than that." John said.

They took another step forward so that they were only one foot apart.

"Okay tilt your heads to the right." John said.

Kelly and Kim knew why John wanted them to tilt their heads so the butterflies in their stomachs went into a frenzy as they did as he told them.

"Now...lean in and kiss each other. I'm not talking about a peck on the cheek, I'm talking about a real...open mouthed...kiss." John said.

Kelly and Kim were both trembling as they very slowly leaned towards one another until their lips met. Slowly they started kissing the way John wanted them to. It was very mechanical at first, but after a few seconds they gave into it and their kiss became much more real. They kissed for nearly a minute before pulling away.

"Okay, that was weird." Kim said.

"Yeah, but I've got a feeling that by the time he's done with us it will have gotten a whole lot weirder." Kelly said.

They looked at John and he smiled.

"Okay, now you should kiss again, but instead of leaning in you should put your arms around each other and press your bodies against each other." John said.

Kelly and Kim moved in close to each other. The first part of their bodies to touch each other were their breasts and both of them jumped a little at that first contact. They moved even closer; wrapping their arms around one another. Kim shifted to the side a little so her left leg was between Kelly's legs and Kelly's left leg was between her legs. It allowed them to press most of their bodies against one another.

Their second kiss was much easier than the first. They had already kissed so the initial fear and hesitancy were gone. Again they kissed for about a minute before they released their tight hold on one another and pulled apart. They both turned their heads to look at John.

"Now you should kiss while touching each other's breasts." John said.

They turned their heads back to face one another and they leaned in to kiss as they reached up to touch their twin sister's breasts. They both giggled into their kiss like teenagers having their breasts touched for the first time when they first felt their sister's hands on their breasts.

"That's it touch them. Feel them. Don't forget to touch each other's nipples." John said.

Kelly and Kim kissed while touching each other's breasts for several minutes. When they finally pulled their hands away from each other's breasts their kiss lingered for a few additional seconds before they parted lips. Again they turned their heads towards John.

"Pull each other close and kiss again, but instead of just holding on to each other let your hands roam over each other's bodies." John said.

Kelly and Kim started kissing again as their hands moved over their twin sister's body. Kelly's was the first hand to find its way between her sister's legs, but once she'd crossed that line Kim quickly followed suit. They were only lightly stroking their fingers across their sister's pussy, but it was enough to make both of them shiver. When they finally broke their kiss and pulled their hands away from each other's pussies they had some wetness from their sister's pussy on their fingers.

"Lift your hands up to your nose and smell it, then lick the wetness off." John said.

Kelly and Kim locked eyes as they raised the hands that they had rubbed their sister's pussy with to their noses. They deeply inhaled their sister's scent then they began licking their fingers. They looked to John to continue to direct them down the forbidden but incredibly exciting path.

"You've touched each other's breasts; now you should kiss them and lick and suck on each other's nipples." John said.

They both moved to lower their head to their sister's breasts. Kim was faster so Kelly lifted her head back up raising her breasts and offering them to her sister. Kim kissed and licked her way across every little bit of both of Kelly's breasts. She spent more than a minute on each of Kelly's nipples. Eventually Kelly pulled Kim's head away from her breasts and lowered her own head to Kim's breasts.

After kissing and licking Kim's breasts and licking and sucking on her nipples Kelly moved her mouth up and kissed Kim. It was the first time either of them did something on their own. John had told them what to do before. As he watched them kissing without being told to John smiled. He waited to see if they looked at him for more direction.

Kim pulled away from Kelly and kissed down her neck and back down to Kelly's breasts. Kelly threw her head back, lifting her breasts towards her sister's lips, and moaned softly as Kim licked, kissed, and gently suckled on her breasts again. For several minutes Kim's lips, tongue, and hands explored and caressed Kelly's breasts.

Finally Kelly took Kim's head in her hands, pulled her face up to her, and kissed her. She then kissed her way down Kim's neck and spent several minutes thoroughly enjoying Kim's breasts. She raised up, wrapped her arms tightly around Kim and they kissed each other deeply.

They remained in each other's arms when they broke their kiss and looked towards John. He smiled.

"You've enjoyed the good stuff above the waist, but you've only had a small taste below the waist. Are you ready to take that next step?" John asked.

They both smiled which let John know that not only were they ready...they were eager to do it.

"Well then, to be fair about this you should do it at the same time this first time so one of you should lie down on the bed and the other one should be on top." John said.

Kelly took Kim's hand, led her over to the bed, and gently pushed her onto her back in the middle of the bed. Kelly pulled Kim's knees up and spread her legs open as she carefully moved to straddle Kim's face. Even before Kelly could lean down close to Kim's pussy she shivered at the feeling of Kim's tongue on her pussy.

Kelly moved her face down between Kim's legs and they both started feverishly licking one another's pussies.

"Slow down and relax. You don't have to go 100 mph...it isn't a race. Take your time. Feel things out. Lick a couple of your fingers and use them. Savor the moment." John said.

Kelly and Kim slowed their frantic pace.

"That's better. There's no rush to finish; we have all day. Enjoy the experience. Take things nice and slow to build your level of pleasure making that final release far more intense." John said.

John watched as Kelly and Kim licked, rubbed, and probed each other's pussies. As they got closer and closer to orgasm John moved the chair that was in the corner of the room in front of the bed and sat down to watch.

"Don't stop when you've both had an orgasm. Keep going until you've given each other 3 orgasms." John said.

John watched for nearly an hour as his wife and her twin sister gave each other 3 orgasms. Kim had her third orgasm first, but Kelly kept licking her pussy until she'd had her third orgasm as well.

Kelly seemed almost sad to move from on top of Kim, but she moved so that she was sitting on her heels facing John and Kim rolled onto her side facing John. When they looked at John they saw him holding the strap on that Kelly used when she fucked John in the ass.

"Who wants this first?" John asked.

Kelly and Kim both dove for it. Kelly was behind Kim and as she dove for the strap on her weight rolled across Kim slowing her down. Kelly grabbed the strap on from John, got off the bed, and started quickly putting it on.

"How do you want me?" Kim asked.

"She wants you on your back near the edge of the bed so she can look you in the eyes as she fucks you." John said.

Kim moved to the edge of the bed like John had instructed. Once Kelly had the strap on in place she moved between her sister's legs. Kelly grabbed the dildo near the head with her right hand and put her left hand above Kim's pussy so her thumb and finger could gently spread Kim open.

Kim moaned as Kelly pushed the dildo into her pussy. Kelly and Kim locked eyes as Kelly started slowly fucking her sister with the strap on. Kelly leaned down and kissed Kim several times as she continued to fuck her.

Kelly started fucking Kim harder and faster and after several minutes Kim had an orgasm. Kelly continued fucking her until she had a second and a third orgasm. Kelly leaned down and kissed Kim again.

"Now it's my turn." Kim whispered.

Kelly pulled herself off of Kim and took off the strap on. Kim put it on as Kelly took her position on the bed. Kelly moaned as Kim pushed the dildo into her and started slowly fucking her.

Kim bent down to kiss Kelly several times, and also reached down to play with Kelly's nipples. Kim fucked Kelly until she'd had 3 orgasms.

After Kelly's 3rd orgasm Kim leaned down and kissed her. She kissed her way down Kelly's neck and all over her breasts; wrapping her lips around her sister's nipples. Kim kissed her way down Kelly's body until she was between her legs. Kim licked Kelly's pussy until she had an orgasm then she moved up over Kelly and kissed her again.

While Kim was kissing her Kelly rolled them both over so that she was on top of Kim. She kissed her way down Kim's body gently squeezing Kim's nipples between her teeth. When Kelly got down between Kim's legs she pulled off the strap on and started licking her sister's pussy. When Kim had her orgasm Kelly kissed her way back up Kim's body and they kissed again.

Kim lay on her back on the edge of the bed with her legs spread open with her arms wrapped around Kelly's body. Kelly's feet were on the floor as her body lay on top of Kim's. She was supporting herself enough with her arms that it was easy for them to kiss.

"Let's lick each other at the same time again." Kelly said.

"Okay, but I want to be on top this time." Kim said.

Kelly moved so that she was on her back in the center of the bed. Kim moved over her and they started licking each other's pussies again. For the next hour Kelly and Kim licked, sucked, and fingered each other to several orgasms.

Finally Kim moved off of Kelly, reached for the strap on that was on the floor by the bed, and put it on.

"I want to do you from behind this time." Kim said.

Kelly moved to her hands and knees and moaned as Kim pushed the dildo into her from behind. Kim put her hands on Kelly's hips and started fucking her. Kelly had three orgasms in just under an hour. Kim pulled the dildo out of her sister's pussy.

"Turn around and clean your cum off of my cock." Kim said.

Kelly turned around and took the dildo in her mouth. Kim started slowly fucking Kelly's face. After several minutes Kelly pulled her mouth away.

"It's my turn now." Kelly said.

Kim took off the strap on and Kelly put it on. Kelly fucked Kim from behind for more than an hour and then had Kim lick the dildo clean.

After several non-stop hours of fucking the sisters collapsed on the bed holding each other and kissing repeatedly as they caught their breaths. 

"You're all sweaty." Kim said.

"Well you aren't exactly dry either." Kelly said.

"Let's go take a shower." Kim said.

They moved off of the bed and towards the bathroom. John and Kelly had a large walk in shower with a steam feature so there was a bench along one side. John turned on the shower and sat down on the bench.

Kelly and Kim both stood in the spray of the shower head long enough to wet their bodies down, then they moved so that the spray was missing them completely. They held each other close and kissed continuously as they were surrounded by a blanket of steam. Their hands caressed every part of their sister's body that they could reach without breaking their kiss.

Kelly and Kim reached down and began rubbing each other's pussies as they stood kissing each other in the shower. They were both exhausted after expending so much energy fucking one another, but they were also still extremely aroused so with relative ease they were able to get each other off by rubbing their sister's pussy.

Kelly pulled away from Kim and turned her around. She pulled Kim's wet hair to one side and kissed Kim's neck while her hands caressed and firmly squeezed Kim's breasts. Kelly lowered one of her hands down between Kim's legs and rubbed Kim's pussy until she had an orgasm. 

Kim tried to turn around, but Kelly wasn't done with her yet. She grabbed Kim around the waist with one hand while pushing against her back with the other hand bending Kim over until she was resting her hands on the bench near John. 

Kelly knelt down behind Kim and ran her hands up and down Kim's thighs and all over her ass. Kelly kissed all over Kim's ass for several minutes while her hands continued roaming over her thighs and ass. Kelly used one hand to push Kim's legs wider apart.

Kim moaned softly as Kelly began lapping at her pussy from behind. Kelly stroked her hands over Kim's thighs and her ass as she licked her pussy. As Kim got closer to having an orgasm Kelly grabbed Kim's thighs firmly and pulled her hard back against Kelly's tongue. When Kim had her orgasm she let out a moan that was amplified by the tile and glass of the shower. 

Kelly rose to her feet and Kim stood back up. She turned and kissed Kelly for several minutes before turning Kelly around and kissing her neck and playing with her breasts and pussy the same way Kelly had done to her.

After Kim had rubbed Kelly to an orgasm Kelly bent over and spread her legs knowing that Kim would be kneeling down to lick her from behind. As Kim licked Kelly's pussy Kelly turned her head to look at John. Neither of them said a word, they just smiled at one another.

Kelly's body shivered when she felt Kim flicking at her asshole with her tongue. It was just a tease however as after a few seconds Kim returned to licking Kelly's pussy.

After Kelly had an orgasm she spun around and dropped to her knees on the shower floor in front of Kim. She pulled Kim to her and kissed her. Kim put her legs straight out in front of her and pulled Kelly over her so she was straddling Kim's lap. Kelly leaned down and Kim tilted her head up as they kissed while Kelly held Kim's head in her hands.

Kim pulled her lips away from Kelly's and started caressing every inch of Kelly's breasts with her lips and her tongue. Kelly held Kim's head to her chest with one hand while reaching between her legs and rubbing her pussy. Kelly pulled Kim's head against her chest as hard as she could as she brought herself to orgasm. Kelly raised her hand from between her legs and she and Kim licked Kelly's cum off of her fingers at the same time.

They kissed and then traded positions so that Kim was straddling Kelly's lap. Kelly was gently rolling one of Kim's nipples between her teeth when Kim pulled Kelly's head hard against her chest as she rubbed herself to orgasm. The sisters licked Kim's cum from her fingers and then kissed each other for several minutes in the hot and steamy shower.

Kelly moved off of Kim, and pulled Kim along the floor of the shower so that she was flat on her back diagonally from one corner to the other. Kim knew what Kelly had in mind so she pulled her knees up and spread her legs as Kelly moved her pussy over Kim's face and bent down to lick her sister's pussy again.

With the way Kim was laying her back was covering the drain in the floor so the water started to slowly start filling the floor of the shower. Kelly saw the water rising.

"I guess we'd better do this fast or we'll drown." Kelly said.

They started quickly licking and sucking each other's pussies. They used their fingers to speed things along. They were both able to give each other an orgasm before the water level rose too high.

Kelly rolled off of Kim and lay on her left side. Kim slid off of the shower drain and rolled onto her left side as well. The water that had built up quickly went down the drain.

Kim reached over and lifted Kelly's right leg bending it at the knee and putting her foot about even with her left knee. That spread Kelly's legs open enough that Kim could reach her right hand out and start rubbing and probing Kelly's pussy. Kelly moved Kim's leg the same way and the two sisters lay on their sides on the floor of the shower fingering each other's pussies.

Kelly leaned in and gently flicked at Kim's clit. Kim moved her head between Kelly's legs and started lapping at Kelly's clit too.

They were both physically drained, but the adrenaline from the excitement of what was happening kept them going. It took them nearly half an hour to make each other cum.

Kelly went to move, but Kim put her hand on Kelly's leg to stop her. Kelly looked at Kim as Kim moved so that her left leg went behind Kelly's back and her right leg went in front of Kelly. Kim kept scooting in closer and closer until her pussy touched Kelly's.

"Oh my...how do we do this?" Kelly asked.

"I think we just wiggle around rubbing them against each other." Kim said.

Kelly and Kim started moving their bodies around grinding their pussies against each other. It took them a few minutes to figure out the best way to do it, but then they ground their pussies together for nearly half an hour before they had orgasms at the exact same time.

They moved so that they could hold each other and kiss as they sat on the floor of the shower.

"It's too bad we left that strap on in the bedroom." Kim said.

"John...would you be a dear..." Kelly started.

John had hopped up off of the bench and was out of the shower before Kelly could finish.

"Well...I think he's enjoying himself." Kim said.

"Not nearly as much as we are though." Kelly said.

John grabbed the strap on and ran back to the shower. He held it out towards both Kelly and Kim.

"Here you are ladies." John said.

Kim took the strap on from John and put it on as John sat down on the bench again.

"How do you want me?" Kelly asked.

"Bending over and grabbing your ankles standing sideways in front of John." Kim said.

Kelly moved over in front of her husband and bent over to grab her ankles as her twin sister moved in behind her. Kim rubbed the head of the dildo up and down against Kelly's pussy before slowly plunging it inside.

Kim grabbed Kelly's hips and with each inward thrust of the dildo she pulled Kelly back against it. Kim fucked Kelly for nearly 20 minutes before she had an orgasm, but she kept on fucking her. After another 10 minutes Kelly had a second orgasm and Kim pulled the dildo out of her sister's pussy.

Kelly's legs were shaking from the position she'd been in, but she practically tore the strap on off of Kim, put it on, and then bent Kim over the way she had been bent over. For the next half hour Kelly fucked Kim giving her two orgasms.

When Kelly pulled the dildo out of Kim's pussy Kim went to stand up, but Kelly kept her bent over.

"I bought this so I could fuck John in the ass with it and now I'm going to fuck you in the ass with it." Kelly said.

Kelly had to apply a lot of force to get the dildo to slip into Kim's ass. When she got it inside she started fucking her slowly.




Playing Games with her Husband



"Rub your pussy while I fuck your ass." Kelly said.

Kim rubbed her pussy while her sister fucked her in the ass. After 15 minutes Kim had an orgasm. She pulled away from Kelly, spun around, grabbed the strap on, and bent Kelly over.

"You fucked my ass so I'm fucking yours." Kim said.

Kim pushed the dildo into Kelly's ass. Kelly rubbed her pussy as Kim fucked her. It took 15 minutes for Kelly to have an orgasm.

Kim pulled the dildo out of Kelly's ass, Kelly stood up, turned around, and kissed her sister.

"I am so fucking exhausted." Kim said.

"Don't you mean you're so exhausted from fucking?" Kelly asked.

Kim laughed.

"How long have we been at this anyway? It's got to be like 7 or 8 hours doesn't it?" Kim asked.

"Actually it's more like 13 hours." John said.

"Thirteen? Are you sure?" Kelly asked.

"It was right at 9:00 when you started and it's after 10:00 now." John said.

Kelly and Kim were both surprised that it had been that long.

"I guess time flies when you're having fun." Kelly said.

"It explains why I'm so damn hungry. We fucked right through lunch and dinner and I didn't have much of a breakfast." Kim said.

"I'm glad we put in that on demand water heater or things would have gotten a little cold in here." John said.

"I doubt that...I was practically on fire this whole time." Kim said.

"Me too. Let's go grab something to eat before we pass out from exhaustion." Kelly said.

"Good idea." Kim said.

All 3 of them got out of the shower and headed for the kitchen.

"You two have a seat; I'll fix us up something really quick." John said.

"Thanks baby." Kelly said.

John made sandwiches for all 3 of them and they sat down to eat them. As the intensity of the moment subsided reality set in.

"Can you believe we just did that?" Kelly asked.

"No, but I'm glad we did, it was fucking incredible." Kim said.

"Yes it was...and to think it all started because we offered John a threesome if he could tell our pussies apart by the feel of them on his cock." Kelly said.

"Since you expended so much energy today I'll give you a few days at least to recover before I collect on that." John said.

"What do you mean collect on it? What the hell do you think we just did?" Kim asked.

"You and Kelly fucked each other all day. All I did was watch. That's not a threesome so you still owe me one." John said.

Kelly laughed.

"He's right. We started off so scared and unsure about having sex with each other that he had to direct us on what to do, but he didn't get involved. Then once we got over the whole thing about fucking our twin sister we got so absorbed by what was happening that we didn't include him in any of it. So we do still owe him a threesome." Kelly said.

"I guess you're right. I guess I don't have a problem with that. He said he wanted us to do some stuff together during the threesome and I'd definitely welcome the chance to do that." Kim said.

"Me too." Kelly said.

"Yes, about that...while you were fucking each other I was thinking. Kim, I won you as my prize in the nipple challenge so I can fuck you any time that you're willing. Well a good husband should share his good fortune with his wife so if you two are interested I'd be happy to share my prize with my wife." John said.

Kim and Kelly both looked at John.

"Really? You mean you'd be okay with us...doing it again?" Kelly asked.

"Sure. What I saw today was the absolute hottest thing I've ever seen. When you agreed to do a little stuff together I figured you'd probably kiss and touch each other...maybe use your hands to get each other off once or something. Instead I saw two women fuck each other as hard as they could all day long. It would be cruel of me to say that you can't do something that you both enjoyed so much again. I hope that you would let me watch you when you do it even if I don't get to participate though." John said.

Kelly and Kim were sitting on the opposite side of the table from John. Kelly looked at Kim and motioned her head towards John. They both stood up, walked around opposite ends of the table, pulled John's chair back from the table, pulled his legs open, and sat on his knees. Kim was on his left knee and Kelly was on his right knee. They each put an arm around his neck and shoulders.

"John, you helped us to have the amazing experience that we had today. You wanted to see it when we had never even considered it. We were unsure of what to do at first so you guided us through it until we felt comfortable enough to take over. Thanks to you we experienced a whole new kind of pleasure. If you are willing to let us continue to be together then we will gladly let you watch us." Kelly said.

"And since you are welcome to fuck either one of us pretty much any time you want I doubt the threesome that we owe you will be the only one we have." Kim said.

John smiled.

"We'll probably want you to watch more than participate, but we will let you participate sometimes. You didn't seem to mind just watching today." Kelly said.

"It was absolutely incredible watching the two of you today." John said.

"Then we're agreed. You and Kelly can both fuck me whenever I'm around and I say yes. We will give you the threesome that we owe you at the very least and most likely more. When Kelly and I are together you will be welcome to watch us." Kim said.

"Oh...one more thing; if I'm not around and you two decide to be together at least tell me about it. Not necessarily details; but let me know that you did it. Okay?" John asked.

"Of course John. I could never keep something like that from you. You are my husband whom I should have no secrets from. Each and every time Kim and I are together you will either be present or you will be told either before or after it happens depending on the circumstances at the time." Kelly said.

"What do you mean by that?" John asked.

"Well, if Kim and I make arrangements several days in advance to get together we'll obviously tell you before it happens. If she's over here for breakfast on a Tuesday morning and we decide to do it right then we might not tell you until after it has happened. If we know for a fact that you are busy...like in a meeting or on a business trip or something we'll tell you after it happens. We will tell you as soon as we can after it happens though. There won't be a situation where we tell you 3 weeks later or anything like that." Kelly said.

"Oh...I guess that's okay. Kim...I've got a question for you." John said.

"What is it John?" Kim asked.

"Are you aware that you're still wearing the strap on?" John asked.

Kim and Kelly looked down towards Kim's lap. Sure enough she was still wearing the strap on.

"I totally forgot that I was wearing this thing." Kim said.

"It looks good on you...and god did it ever feel good when you used it on me." Kelly said.

"Yeah, I know...this thing really added to the experience." Kim said.

"Well, all I did was watch the two of you and I'm exhausted so I bet you're both one yawn away from being asleep so let's go to the guest room." John said.

"Why the guest room?" Kim asked.

"So we don't have to change the sheets on our bed...you two left them soaked in sweat...among other things." John said.

"Would you carry me baby? I don't think I can walk that far." Kelly said.

"Me too." Kim said.

"Of course I'll carry you." John said.

Kelly slid off into a chair and John carried Kim to the guest room. He then went back to the kitchen and carried Kelly and put her in bed. Kim was lying on her side and Kelly spooned herself up behind her. John moved in behind Kelly and draped his arm across both of them. They were all asleep in no time.

Kelly and Kim were still sound asleep when John woke up the next morning. He went to the kitchen to make breakfast and put on a pot of coffee. John was pouring a cup of coffee when Kim came into the kitchen. John looked at her and then handed the coffee to her and reached for another cup. As he was finishing pouring that cup Kelly came into the kitchen and grabbed the cup that John had just filled. He grabbed a third cup and filled it. When he turned towards the table the food that he'd prepared was half gone and Kim and Kelly were quickly devouring the rest of it.

John sat down across the table from his wife and her twin sister.

"So, what's the plan for today? Or are you just eating before going back to sleep?" John asked.

"I think we might go back to sleep for a while. Yesterday really took a lot out of me." Kelly said.

"Me too, but damn was it ever worth it." Kim said.

"So no sex today?" John asked.

"Probably not...I think we're too tired. Why?" Kelly asked.

"I was going to mow the yard yesterday, but then all this happened so it didn't get done. If you're going to be sleeping for a few more hours instead of having sex I can mow the yard today. If you were going to have sex I'd stay and watch." John said.

"Well I'll tell you what John. Go ahead and start mowing the lawn, but have your little headset for your phone in your ear. If we decide to have sex while you're outside we'll call you to let you know so you can come in and watch." Kelly said.

"That's a good idea. I guess I'll get dressed and get started then. Oh...Kim...you're still wearing the strap on." John said.

Kelly and Kim looked down at Kim's lap.

"I guess I was too tired to take it off." Kim said.

After breakfast John headed out to mow the yard and Kelly and Kim headed back to bed.