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Crossing the Line Ch. 02

By: Kapricorn71



Later once everybody had food, and was eating, I left the grill and went upstairs to the bedroom. I was splashing water on my face, when Zanora tapped on the bathroom door.

"Mr. Thomas, we want to thank you for having us over," she said pulling her top down far enough to show me her hard nipples.

"Are you crazy coming up here like this?"

"Don't worry, the girls are covering for me. Soror Cynthia doesn't even know I'm gone."

Without a second thought I had my hand on her waist, pulling her to me. Zanora was about as light as Lydia, but she was 36-24-36 personified. She was a junior this year, and wore her hair in locs. Her nipples were brownish-red, and she had freckles on her chest. I gave each nipple a good, long suck; and she let out a good long moan.

We drew straws, and five of us get three minutes to slip up here and thank you; if you don't mind being thanked.

"I don't mind at all," I kept sucking until she groaned that her time was up. I grabbed a towel and patted her chest dry.

She smiled and pulled her top back up. She kissed my cheek before left "Wait right here."

Were they seriously about to come up here, in their sorors house, and "thank" her husband? My question was answered when Tori came to the door, "Hi, Mr. Thomas." Tori was a senior; she didn't have ample chest, but she had a juicy ass. "Thank you for having us over," she moved the straps of her top off her shoulders, and pulled it down. Her areolas were broad, but her nipples stood proud.

Again, I wasted no time in attaching my lips to them. Three minutes went by way too quickly. As she pulled her top back up, I asked her to drop her pants for a second. She reminded me that her time was up, but I insisted. She unfastened her pants, and bent over to pull them down.

I sat on the bed behind her, and rubbed her flawless ass - no stretch marks, no pimples. I kissed it, then sent her off with a smack.

Moments later Leanna came to the room; she was a mocha-brown junior, with teardrop breasts and a round ass. "Hi, Mr. Thomas. Thanks for having us over," she started unbuttoning her top.

"How long would it take you to get everything off?"

She smiled and was nude in a split second. She had a rose tattoo on her hip, just to the left of her abs, and an anklet on her right foot.

I called her over to me, watching her walk. Her pubes were trimmed, and I put my fingertips to her pussy. She was wet, and I wiped it on her nipples. She was short enough for me to stay on the bed and run my hands up and down her sides while sucking her juice off her nipples. She put her foot on the bed, and rubbed her clit while I sucked.

Monique knocked on the door, and chastised Leanna for staying too long. "You're going to mess this up for everybody," she hissed.

She kept rubbing; I had stopped sucking when the door opened, but returned my lips to her nipples. "I have to cum," she whined, gyrating her hips. She rubbed harder, soon bringing her to an orgasm while Monique watched. Leanna grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to clean up.

"She gets on my nerves sometimes. I knew she would be the problem when she picked a short straw."

"Don't be hard on her; she's a good girl," I smiled.

"You're enjoying yourself?"

"Oh yeah. What made you girls come up with this?"

She rubbed my bulge, "Would that be the best way to spend what little time I have left?"

"I guess not," I pulled down her top.

"Have you . .?"

"I'll handle that later."

Monique got on her knees, "I also knew none of them would take care of you. I always think of others first," she helped me pull my pants down, and licked her lips when my semi-hard dick sprang free. "Oh shit," she grabbed it. "You're big. I see why Soror Cynthia is always smiling."

"Damnnnn," Leanna gasped over Monique's shoulder.

"Get back downstairs before she suspects something!"

Leanna whipped out her camera phone, and secretly took a picture while Monique was playing attention to my dick. "Bye, Mr. Thomas."

Monique was a senior, and the new president of the chapter. I liked how she took charge, and I liked how she stroked my dick even more.

"I wish I could take my time," she pumped fast.

"I wish you could too, but it won't take long." I was already excited, and leaking when she started. She licked the precum from my tip, and I told her to keep licking. Feeling her tongue on that sensitive spot, and her hand on my dick, made me cum. Her eyes lit up as the cum oozed from my dick. She slowed down, but kept pumping. It overflowed her hand, and she cupped her other one on underneath to catch the rest.

When I stopped she licked her hand on her way to the bathroom, "Tasty."

I went to the bathroom to wipe off; Monique was washing her hands. When she got done, I kissed both her nipples.

She smiled, pulled her top up and left.

I had just gotten my pants back on when Mariah came in, and closed the door behind her. She was the tallest one in the chapter; a pleasingly plump sophomore. "Thank you for having us over, Mr. Thomas," she smiled pulling off her pants and panties.

"It has truly been my pleasure."

"Would you lay back on the bed, please?" She laid beside me, and bent her leg so she could rub her pussy. I watched with a smile, but didn't know what to expect. She rubbed until her body shook a little, then wiped her fingers over my lips. She leaned over and licked her juice off, then wiped some more on them. This time she licked it off while kissing me. "I've been fantasizing about kissing those lips, Mr. Thomas," she wiped and kissed again.

"With your own added flavor?"

"A girl likes what a girl likes," she smiled. "That gray hair is such a turn on," brushed her thumb over my mustache. She pecked my lips again, then got off the bed to pull her panties and shorts back on.

"Y'know, it would have been better if you had sat on my face."

She blushed, and quickly left.

I laid back on the bed for a moment to absorb what just happened. Then washed my face and hands, and went back downstairs.

"Honey, would you explain to these young ladies the virtues of decorum, from a man's point of view?"

"What do you mean?"

"Men don't marry loose women, do they? None of these women are loose; we were just continuing the discussion we started at the icebreaker."

"Uh, no, most men do not want to marry a loose woman."

Katrina sat forward, "Do you realize if women applied the same standard to men, marriages would cease?"

"You're right; and I'm not saying it's fair. Most men want to be their wife's first, or at least one of the few. But on the flipside, you all wouldn't marry someone who had too many previous partners either. There's a different number for both sexes, but there is a threshold at which you would no longer feel special."

"Hide your business, in other words," Janice laughed.

"Be discreet," I emphasized.

Cynthia chimed in, "If you just have to be out there; be safe, be careful, and be discreet."

I went to the patio to start cleaning the grill while the ladies stayed inside talking. From time to time I heard roars of laughter, and could imagine all the jiggling breasts. Before I was finished, Cynthia came out to help me, and I noticed the girls moving around the kitchen. The house was back in order in no time, and the girls started leaving. Again, I received tight hugs as they left.

Lydia's panties arrived at my office a week later, smelling wonderful. I enjoyed them for a few days, before letting Alvin know I had them. A month went by with no word or contact with the girl; and then my receptionist let me know someone was here to see me. I didn't have an appointment scheduled for that time, so I asked who it was.

"She says her name is Monique Holland."

Monique Holland? Oh! "Send her up, thank you."

"Hello, Mr. Thomas," she came in a beige business suit, with a box in her arms.

"Hello, Monique. What are you doing here?"

"The ladies of Mu Iota chapter have a proposition for you," she sat down and crossed her sexy bronze legs and sat the box on the floor.

"Oh?" I sat on the edge of my desk.

"You like us," she smiled, "and we love you. We've shared every single detail of what you've done with each of us, and we want more."

"More? You're about to blackmail me?"

She jumped up, "No, no, no! We just want more of you - if you want more of us," she put her arms around my neck. "If you say no to this proposition, we'll be disappointed, but Soror Cynthia will still never know about what's already happened."

"What's the proposition?"

"Damn, this gray is so sexy," she brushed her nose over my mustache.

I smacked her ass, "What's the proposition."

"We want you to fuck us," she whispered, pressing her body to me. "We want the joy of going to bed with you, and fulfilling our sexual needs."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Monique, what we've done so far has been bad enough. To go that for would be crazy."

She took off her jacket, and unhooked the front clasp of her bra, "We've got it all worked out."

"How so?" I sucked her nipple.

"Once a month we want you to come to a room at the Embassy Suites, and spend some time with us doing whatever is thought of."

"I can't do that," I moaned.

She grabbed my head, and pushed her breast into my face, "Please, Mr. Thomas."

I sucked for while longer, then made her sit down. "I can't."

Monique didn't fasten her bra, "Why not?"

"My wife is your chapter advisor! The spontaneous things that have happened so far are bad enough. To set up a regular rendezvous is way across the line. I have too much to lose."

"You don't think we have things to lose as well? If this ever got it our reputation on that campus would be forever ruined - not to mention what it would do to Soror Cynthia."

"As much as she means to, I can't understand why you would want to do this."

"We love her to death; but the whole chapter is creaming over you, and we're tired of not doing anything about it. Why are you turning down willing pussy?" she stared at my crotch. "Young, sweet pussy," she sat forward and rubbed my dick through my pants. "Its the perfect scenario. We don't want to hurt Soror Cynthia, and you don't either."

"The best way to do that is to forget this whole thing."

"But that doesn't solve the problem of our wet pussies, or your hard dick. We are strong, upstanding, model young women in public eye. But behind closed doors, we are horny girls who just want to be satisfied without being considered loose. If we had you filling our needs, we could fulfill the aims of our sorority that much better."

"I'm sure there are discreet boys on campus, or campuses nearby. And what about your boyfriends?"

"Not all of us have boyfriends. We want you, Mr. Thomas," she fished my dick out through my zipper.

"How can you afford the Embassy Suites?"

"You remember Tori, right? She's funding the Ladies Room Project, on the condition she goes to the front of the line any time she comes home."

I looked down a Monique took my dick in her mouth, "Thank you, Tori."

Monique laughed, but kept sucking. Her head glided back and forth a few times, then she looked up at me, "I have class in an hour, so I still can't take my time. But if you agree to our proposal, you'll never be sorry. She pumped and sucked my dick until I came in her mouth; she swallowed every drop. She smiled, and stood up to fasten her bra.

I spun her around, bent her over, and flipped up her skirt. She had a black thong, and I moved it aside for enough for my dick to get inside her wet pussy.

She clutched the arms of the chair, "Hell yesssss!"

I fucked her fiercely, bringing her to one orgasm and then another stronger one. I pulled out before I came, and she whined. I leaned back on the desk, and admired the view of her creamy pussy.

"Don't stop!"

"That's enough for now."

"Please," she moved her ass to entice me.

I resisted the urge to lick her, "You have class to get to."

Monique caught her breath, then dropped to her knees to lick her cream off my dick, "If that's what we have to look forward to, we might have to get the room twice a month." She stood up, and I gave her my pocket square to dry herself. She fastened her bra, and put her jacket back on, "That box is a gift from the chapter. We really hope to see you soon."

I gave her a hug, and watched her leave. Inside the box were 12 baggies, with 12 panties in them. Each baggie had the name of a girl on it. There was no way I was getting these girls out of my head anytime soon. 

Crossing the Line Ch. 02



Dennis my eighteen year old son came walking into my office a couple of moments later asking what I had called him for this time. I was sure he was expecting me to tell him off for something or ask him to do something for me which in a way I had been thinking just that. I asked him to sit on the other chair in the room just inside the door and he did so. I was really nervous and I hadn't even done anything yet. I knew he read a lot of sex stories on his computer and also visited quite a few sites on it to but what I asked myself now was would he really want to do something with his mom? Maybe I would see if he would lick my fingers. I mean if he wasn't interested in that then he probably wouldn't want anything beyond that.

I said what the hell to myself and I dipped my fingers back in my wet pussy while my back and my chair were still facing away from him. I was sure he could smell my wet pussy from where he sat. Doing this was exciting and not only was I so nervous about maybe getting caught by my daughter or my ex but also it being so very wrong and he may even be disgusted with me and tell someone about what I wanted him to do then I would be in very serious trouble.

I told myself it was now or never and asked him to come around my chair and check something out. He cocked his head to the side wondering what it was I was talking about with him being a little slow on the uptake but he came around to see for him-self. I don't think he quite knew what he was supposed to do. He froze for a moment then slowly looked up to my face. Well he was a little curious at least and hadn't run away screaming. I nervously stuck my fingers under his nose and watched his nostrils sniff my fingers. Again he looked up at my face and this time his eyes were as wide as saucers as he realised what he was sniffing. Then he sniffed them again his nose getting closer to my wet fingers this time and I saw and actually felt him sniff them this time and as he sniffed his tongue snaked out and he licked my fingers.

I watched as his tongue went back in his mouth and I knew he was enjoying tasting me. He took a second, third and fourth helping from my fingers and I guess he liked my taste as he was now grinning from ear to ear. I dipped my hand under my t-shirt and into my wet pussy a few more times and again he would lick my juices off my fingers. OK, where was this going I hear you ask? Doing this was exciting but I knew the next step was to see if he wanted to lick directly from the source, my pussy. The only thing I was nervous about at this point was getting caught. I knew that was unlikely with only the two of us in the house but I got up and check all the doors to make sure they were locked.

When I sat back down in my big office chair I pulled up the t-shirt I was wearing. I was naked from the waist down now. I sat at the edge of the chair so that my pussy was easy to get to. He stood there with his tongue hanging out and with a very big bulge in his pants as he looked at my bare pussy for the first time. I leaned back in the chair positioning my open and exposed pussy very close to the edge of my chair. I was breathing hard and shaking a little waiting to see what he would do. He sniffed the air smelling my arousal and now had a lustful look in his eyes as his cock tried to rip threw his shorts.

This was new for him and he hesitated. Then frozen I watched as he got down on his knees and his tongue came out again and he licked me from asshole to clit. OMG it felt so good. I leaned back and closed my eyes hoping he would keep going and that's just what he did. Once he found the source it was like he couldn't get enough. His tongue was now lapping at me now using very long stokes which no man had ever done before and it didn't take long for me to shuddered with another orgasm.

The more fluid I produced the more he continued to lick my pussy. I felt another orgasm wash over me and I jerked a little as my clit was super sensitive now almost too sensitive to touch. The way I was leaning back in my chair his face was visible between my two large breasts. My nipples needed attention while my pussy recovered enough for him to do that to me again. I knew if my breasts were leaking milk he would be licking them all day. Maybe one day if he gave me a baby he would get to try that to. My nipples were rock hard and very long now with the thought of my son actually feeding from my boobs. I reached down and got some of my pussy juice and rubbed it on my nipples which he then licked and sucked on repeatedly from one to the other. His tongue was sending shock waves through me.

I pulled Dennis up by the ears and as we kissed long, deep and passionately I felt something against my thigh. Something that was hard and pointy was poking me mainly on my inner thigh but once or twice on my pussy lips too. I scooted in my chair a little to try to get my nipple in his mouth again hoping he might even nibble on it. I guess that little shift of position was enough to cause what happened next. I felt the hot hard pokey thing hit right in the opening of my pussy which was spread eagled in the chair and very wet.

As soon as it did my son scooted forward and thrust his hips. Right then about five inches of his cock went inside my pussy. Immediately he started thrusting trying to get more in. I was in a state of shock. Time froze for a moment for me. I had not made the decision to have sexual intercourse with my son just yet but it was happening right now. Did I want this? Was I ready? Did I need to think about this? 



Crossing the Line Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The Massage

Alissa, or Ali as she likes to be called, is a modern day enigma, a person hard to understand or explain, inscrutable and definitely mysterious. The public image is one of propriety. At 41 years of age she has been married to her husband, James, for 20 wonderful years and remains as devoted to him now as she ever was. Ali is also the doting mother to her 10 year old daughter and, having given up working full time several years ago, gives her time freely to the school PTA and occasionally coaches for the schools junior lunch-time tennis programme. Despite working part-time as a massage therapist, she runs her household with the efficiency of a drill sergeant-major and yet still manages to convey a welcoming, hospitable ambiance about her home for her visitors. Make no mistake, James, who is 15 years her senior, may be the man of the house and the bread-winner, but Ali rules the roost and the bedroom.

And herein lies the enigma. Ali is, by any definition of the word, stunning. At a lithe 5 foot 4 inches she carries her 125 pounds with cat-like suppleness, the envy of her peers thanks to an active lifestyle. Whilst most women tend to shorten their hair as they age in a vain attempt to allude to youth, Ali can still hold her full, blonde, shoulder-length locks with the confidence and looks of a woman barely touching 30. A strict skin regimen holds back the ravages of time and gives her slightly almond shaped face a youthful appearance, complemented by alert, sparkling emerald green eyes and well rounded sensuous lips. Her penchant for form fitting clothes, above the knee skirts, and high heeled shoes, accentuate her shapely legs, and attract the lustful stares of any male who happens to cross her path. In effect, Ali is a tease. She knows it, loves it, and uses it to full effect to keep the passion in her marriage on the boil. No-one, not even Ali, can figure out why she is such a tease. 

James works very hard. As anyone can attest, the long hours and mental strains of our higher profile white-collar jobs are as sapping of mind and body as any manual labour could ever be. Worse still, shuffling paper and juggling numbers never built up a bicep nor gave any man a six pack to be proud of. Whilst James would confess he could probably do better at keeping in shape, truth was, at nearly 57 years of age, he no longer had any inclination to do so, preferring instead to rush straight home from work to be with his family. James realized a couple of years ago that he could no longer keep up with Ali’s sexual needs. The rigors of work, the pleasures of playing with their inquisitive, energetic daughter, and dealing with a wife still in her sexual prime were all factors adding to his stress and reduced libido. 

At night, in the sanctity of their bedroom, Ali would do her best to ease James’ stress. Naked, she would work her hands over his still handsome 6 foot frame, coaxing appreciative sighs from him as she massaged his worries away. She genuinely enjoyed giving James his rubs and would often regale James with tales of her PTA duties, or, to get him aroused, share with him her flirtatious exploits with unknown persons she had met in on-line chat rooms. Both of them got a thrill from Ali’s tales and subsequent fantasies, however, she kept the less pleasant encounters to herself for fear of upsetting James. Even on-line Ali had standards and it had taken time for her to build a ‘safe’ circle of friends.

Invariably, as James lay on the bed, face down, enjoying Ali’s ability to work the stresses of the day out of his body, she would be sat, straddled across his back, working the oils up into his back, up through his broad shoulders and back down again. It would always be intensely erotic for her and she would think how much better it would be to give all massages this way, rather than standing to the side or at the top or bottom of the client. She always focused on James’ back and enjoyed the motion of her body as she rubbed her sex over his lower back, always seeking to give herself pleasure and hopefully arouse her man.

Once satisfied with the work on his back she always looked forward to turning him over, planting herself across his mid-riff, and, teasingly, repeat the process on his chest, neck and shoulders. Even if this failed to get a response from his manhood, she knew that when she shifted down to his stomach and then down through to his thighs, she would manipulate James until his cock would came to life or, she would have to take him in her mouth. Some days were more difficult than others, but once James was hard she knew her man would stay hard until she had what she needed. She enjoyed bringing her man to a stiff erection and then raising herself above him so that she may slowly impale herself on his glorious rod. Once deep inside her she would resume rubbing his chest as she began to ride his cock and lose herself in whatever fantasy took her at that time. A threesome perhaps, or being taken in a dark alley by a stranger, or just making love with James in his office, they all worked. She would ride her man, controlling the pressures exerted on her sex, until she was ready to let go and feel her orgasm rip through and fulfill her need like no number of her fingers ever could. Only then could she look forward to a restful sleep.

Ali’s biggest problem, if you could call it that, was her spare time. With their daughter in 6th Grade and only working 3 days per week at “Jayne’s Health & Beauty Spa”, she would often find herself with hours to spare and nothing to do. It was during these free hours that she would find herself in front of the computer flirting outrageously in chat rooms or e-mail exchanges with men from half way across the world. Many an afternoon had found her well manicured fingers wandering down to her well trimmed, moist pussy and playing with herself, lost in her own world of fantasies, egged on by the sexual innuendos of her e-pals. The internet. A place where anyone can be whomsoever they wish, anonymously, and play out their deepest darkest fantasies with people one may never ever meet. Her fantasies were vivid and her masturbation sessions frequent, but, never did she ever feel the urge to stray, to be unfaithful. 

It’s not like Ali had never had the opportunity to stray, she just did not want to. Even at the Spa the opportunities had been aplenty. She only worked at the Spa because she wanted to, not because she needed to. James was an excellent provider. Ali enjoyed keeping busy and enjoyed the comradery of the work place and networking with her female clients. As a rule, she declined male clients unless under exceptional circumstances. Ali had discovered long ago that, with her physical appeal, virtually all of men she gave massages to would become excessively aroused by her proximity and expert hands. It was bad enough that most of her female clients had, at one time or another, made a pass at her, she did not need the complication of a male entourage. Well, with one exception, Dan.

James was well aware of all of the happenings in Ali’s life and knew of Dan, a regional Manager for one of the High Street banks who came into town from time to time on inspection visits. Quite by accident he had become a client of Ali’s and, to be honest, Ali got a kick out of the on-going flirty relationship. Dan was close to Ali’s age, a bit older, and although he was good looking and in decent shape, it was his wit and deprecating manner that endeared him to Ali. Make no mistake, Dan was no saint and had confessed to Ali to having extra marital flings with more than one bored housewife client of the bank, however, Ali was not one of them. 

Physically, Dan had no secrets from Ali. Indeed, on more than one occasion Dan’s manhood had become quite obvious as Ali’s hands rubbed soothing oils into his body. Never tempted, she had simply allowed herself to smile and sometimes offer to leave the room if he needed some ‘alone time’. Dan’s reaction would be to typically reply, “Don’t let this cum between us, Ali”, or,  “How embarrassing, do you have anywhere I could put this for a while?” A real card.

So, all was well in Ali’s world until she had stumbled across an equally enigmatic man, Ryan, on the internet, and, after several weeks, and in the company of James, had met him for a wild night of threesome sex at a nearby hotel. That night, when she and James had crossed a line, had opened her eyes to the possibilities and whetted her appetite for more adventures. It had barely been a month since that episode and it had fired both her and James’ enthusiasm in the bedroom to the point where it seemed sex had never been better. She couldn’t get the images or the feelings of pure satisfaction out of her mind.

One morning as she prepared for work James shook her from another reverie by saying,”Doesn’t Dan come in for his fix today?”

“Huh? Pardon?”

“Dan, our friendly, lecherous banker. Doesn’t he have an appointment today?”

“Oh yes, I think he does. I’m not sure I’m in the mood for him today,” and even as she said it she looked down at her work uniform and thought how decidedly unfeminine it was.

The ‘uniforms’ at “Jayne’s” were a choice of functional poly-cotton blend, double-breasted jacket and matching pants with red piping around the collar and down the sides of the jacket and pants, or a matching dress in a similar style, double breasted with a slight flare from the waist. Both jacket and dress fastened up to the chin, the idea being to forgo sex appeal or fashion in favour of cleanliness and propriety. Of course, Ali had elected for the dress and then had it slightly altered to fit more comfortably and show that she had knees. The adjustments were subtle, yet very effective in giving what was basically off-the-rack work wear into something a lot classier and more expensive looking – but NOT sexy. 

“Well,” continued James, “try to have a good day anyway. I’ve gotta scoot.” And with that he hustled their daughter out of the house, into the car and they were gone. Ali was not too long behind them as she cleaned up, locked up the house and then left for work.


The day just flew by for Ali, not least because she spent most of it day dreaming. She was completely surprised at the time when Dan showed up for his 2.30 massage. She scurried into the sound-proofed treatment room to check all her oils were in place, that new towels had been laid out and the incense burner topped up. She flicked through her CD’s and inserted Dan’s preferred choice of pan flute music and then dimmed the lights slightly as she stepped out to greet him.

“Welcome back Dan. It’s been a while,” she effused. Dan gave a slight nod, smiled and walked toward the treatment room with a slightly perplexed look in his eyes.

“Everything alright Ali”, asked Dan, genuinely concerned. “You look miles away.”

“I’m fine. Just, I dunno, day dreaming I guess.” She beamed a smile at Dan and, with a cheeky grin on her face, said, “Get your clothes off and get ready then.” Then she left the room.

Dan, as always, stripped, covered his manhood with the towel provided and lay, face down, on the treatment table. When Ali came in the banter was off key although the massage was, well better than normal. Ali’s hands had taken on a life of their own and seemed to home in on every knot in every muscle in his back, thighs and calves, but there seemed to be something else in her touch, an eroticism he had never felt before. Dan only thought he knew what was going on when he flipped over onto his back and he smiled inwardly at the anticipated banter.

Ali was miles away. Other than James, this man, Dan, was the only other man she gave a massage to and, in her pre-occupied state her ‘mind’ began giving James his massage. As she worked her hands over Dan’s body she began leaning into the table. Lost in her thoughts she would press her thighs together, lean her groin into the edge of the table and begin to work up her sex. She lost herself in her reverie and thought longingly back to the threesome she had had so recently and, although she had indicated for Dan to turn over, she had barely registered his movement. On auto-pilot, she drifted back to when she had been giving Ryan a blow-job even as James had her bent over the bonnet of their car, fucking her for all she was worth. She was getting so worked up, feeling the moisture build between her legs when she was jolted from her thoughts by a hand that had slid up her uniform and was now gently caressing her outer left thigh, almost touching her ass-cheek.

Eyes wide she looked at Dan in horror. “What do you think you are you doing?”

“But,…but, I thought…”, said a confused Dan, pulling his hand back and alternating his confused stare from Ali’s startled eyes to further down the treatment table. She followed his gaze and was stunned to see her right hand had enveloped his rigid cock and was masturbating it. When did this happen?  Even as the image registered she did not stop what she was doing, totally entranced by it all. “Please, Ali, don’t stop. I have always wanted to know what it would be like with you.”

Dan returned his hand up her leg, past the hem of her dress, clasped her left butt cheek and gently, but firmly pulled her inward a little. It was as if that was all it took as Ali teetered over and without any prompting, brought her luscious lips down toward the helmet of Dan’s throbbing cock. In a smooth practiced motion Ali slipped the head and then the length of Dan’s cock into her mouth and began to greedily feed. Dan barely knew what to do as he reveled in the pleasure given by Ali’s mouth. 

This was a dream come true for Dan, but he wanted it all. He wasn’t sure if this was all he was going to get, but he needed to see her naked. Needed to see if his fantasies were even close to being accurate. Needed, above all, to fuck her. He neither knew, nor cared how they had ended up in this situation, he just knew he was going to do what any other red-blooded male would do.

Ali seemed lost in her own personal frenzy sucking on Dan’s cock and, given a couple more minutes he would have exploded in her mouth and the whole thing would have been over with. Probably. Dan struggled up through the pleasure onto his left elbow and with his right hand gently lifted Ali from his cock. With a look of pure determination, he gazed into Ali’s glazed eyes and said, “My turn, sweetheart.”

Dan quickly stood up in front of Ali and, without any resistance from her placed his hungry lips over hers and they kissed passionately and deeply. Ali’s lust met Dan’s hunger and neither could give a damn for the consequences. As quickly as he could, Dan undid the uniform dress, pushed it back over Ali’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor, marveling at her perfect form dressed, now in only her white bra, panties and, almost ridiculously, her white Crocs. He quickly removed her bra, caressed her still firm breasts and resumed kissing this beautiful woman. 

They spun in a half circle as they kissed, enabling Dan to press Ali up against the treatment table. So much beauty, so little time, Dan hardly knew where to put his hands. He needed time. Ali still had a firm grip of his cock and he felt sure he would explode any minute. He took a half pace back, their lips parting, and he dropped down on one knee before the panting Ali. She leant back against the table as Dan takes her sodden panties by the waist band and pulls them down to the floor before thrusting his hungry mouth at her hot, dripping cunt.

She manages to adopt a standing-sitting position on the edge of the table that allows her to open her legs for Dan, to let this acquaintance eat her pussy, to feast on her juices and hopefully use her. She wants this so bad, but she does not know how it happened, how it could get to this. She is burning up with lust and she knows the only way to extinguish this kind of conflagration is to hose it down with his big thick cock. She thrusts into his face, willing Dan to go deeper, to fill her need.   

Dan cannot remember the last time he so enjoyed eating a woman’s pussy. Ali is fairly gushing into his mouth, panting lustily, but he is aware enough to realise that his treatment time will be up soon and they may get discovered. He lifts his face up from Ali’s wonderfully swollen cunt and looks up into the eyes of a woman that is pleading to be fucked. No words, just a lustful needy look is all they exchange.

Dan stands up, takes his cock in hand and positions himself in front of Ali’s dripping love canal. She hates herself for repositioning her body to ensure that she is in the most receptive position for when he fills her with his cock. She’s ready, she wants it and she emits a deep low desperately needy moan when she finally feels the head of his cock part the lips of her pussy. Involuntarily, her hips move out to meet his and immediately they begin to slowly grind themselves against each other. They throw their arms around each other, embracing, kissing, grinding, fucking.

This is what Dan wanted. This is so much more than he could have expected. Their moans become grunts, the grinding becomes hard deep thrusts and they each know they are on the precipice. They rush, headlong, toward it.

When they cum, they both cum hard. The kind of hard orgasm that you get from forbidden, illicit sex, that you get from the knowledge that it may never happen again in this way. They grunt and thrust their way to orgasm, holding each other so tightly you would expect one of them to break, all the while their lips clamped over each others to minimise any sound from the screams aching to escape their lungs.

And then they were done. Panting, sweating, still holding each other. Reality creeping back into their lives. Dan speaks first. “Ali, I….I don’t know what to say. That was amazing.”

A million thoughts race through Ali’s mind and, shamefully, one of them includes thinking that “Yes, that was amazing”, but a thought she dare not utter. Instead she simply states, “You better get dressed,” and makes to do the same herself.

Both are able to regain some semblance of composure before they leave the treatment room but Ali is already wrestling with guilt and shame. Dan tries to engage in conversation, but Ali needs time, space and retreats to the staff room without saying goodbye.

When Ali emerges from the staff room Dan is gone, but he has already booked two appointments for next month. Ali immediately makes two decisions she will not like. Firstly, she will hand in her notice tomorrow, and secondly, this is the first secret she will ever keep from James. 



Crossing the Line Ch. 03



Over the last three months, I fit the girls into my schedule. Alvin and I worked out in the gym of our office building several times a month. We adjusted the schedule to cover any night I'd go to meet one of the girls. The girls adjusted the hotel the rented a room in from Embassy Suites to the Crown Plaza, because it was less than a block away from my office. I didn't have to move my car, and risk it being seen in the parking lot.

I wrapped up the paperwork I had on my desk, and let Alvin know I was leaving. He was on his way to the gym, and gave me his usual 'lucky dog' pound. I arrived at Room 921 a little before 6PM. This was my 5th time coming to this room. A key always arrived for me in an envelop on Thursday Morning, and Tori always paid the bill. She was in town last month, and performed the most sensual striptease for me I had ever seen.

I never knew who was waiting for me inside, or what we might indulge in. Before Tori, it was Janice. She was Black and Philippino – thin, with perfectly round ass. She wanted to be made love to, and was in a flowing negligee when I arrived. She had candles around the room, slow music playing, and a bottle of wine. We sipped wine while she sat on my lap and I told her about my day. She rubbed my back a little, then I carried her to bed. I left her negligee on for a long time, while I just kissed and caressed her body. By the time our clothes come off, and I slid into her, she had tears in her eyes. As I worked my dick slowly in and to of her pussy, I whispered in her ear how beautiful she was – and she went over the edge. She fell asleep immediately after we were finished, and told me later she didn't wake up until it was time to check out.

I opened the door just as the shower stopped running. I took my shoes off, and hung my suit jacket over the back of a chair. There were two bags over by the closet, but no candles or anything else was set up. Leanna came from the bathroom with one towel around her body and another wrapped around her head. The water was still beaded on her shoulders, and what I could see of her chest.

"I was hoping you would be out here, Mr. Thomas," she blushed.

"Great timing," I smiled.

Leanna went over to her bags, got a bottle of lotion, and climbed on the king-sized bed. "How long do I have," she began lotioning her legs.

"Until about 7:30," I took off my tie and shirt. I went to her and slid the lotion bottle from her hand. I pulled the towel from her head; her wet hair fell across her shoulders and down her back. I looked down at her, but she wouldn't look up. I pulled the towel around her body loose, and it fell around her. Her body was incredible! Her breasts were slightly more than handfuls, with perfectly circular areolas that were two shades darker than her skin. I put lotion on my hands, and started rubbing it in on her shoulders. She wouldn't lie back when I tried to guide her to, so I knelt down to lotion as much of her body as I could reach. When I finished, I kissed her hard nipples, "Are you a virgin?"

Leanna shook her head.

I sucked her nipples a little, then asked, "What's your nickname?"

It took her a moment to answer, "Bond girl."

I leaned back, "What position is that?"

She got off the bed, revealing a wet spot that was at least an inch and a half in diameter. As I watched her ass as she went over to her second bag, I leaned over to get a preview of what she smelled like. She turned around with handcuffs and some straps in her hands, "Get it, bond girl."

"I would have never put that together," I laughed. "Are those for you or me?"

"She came back over to the bed, "For me. I've fantasized about bondage ever since my first boyfriend and I were caught by a police officer at a closed park."

"Caught doing what?"

She put the straps in place at the head and foot of the bed as she spoke. "Doing what young lovers do," she giggled. "It was a warm summer night; about 11:30. Both our parents were home, so we drove his car to a park a little ways from where we lived. He drove in with the lights off, so we wouldn't attract attention, and parked facing the street to see if anyone was pulling in. We started kissing and stuff, and touching and stuff, and he got me to of all of my clothes – even my socks. I pulled his dick out of his shorts, and sucked it a little, then I climbed on him. My back was to the street, so he was suppose to watch out. Right when I was about to have a good orgasm, a cop taps on the window. 

"He makes us get out of the car right then; won't let me grab nothing. He said he'll arrest us if we grab anything – including clothes. I'm in tears as I climb out – bare-ass naked. I'm standing there trying to cover my goodies, and he's going on about how there's been a lot of drug dealing in parks around the city after dark. We're both trying to explain like crazy that we aren't there to buy of sell drugs, but he's not listening – he's just steady looking at me. He asks us for ID, and says if were both clear of warrants and stuff, and if the car is clean, he'll let us go. Eric had his because he still had on his pants, but mine was in the car. He tells me to go in the car and get it, and is shining the light on me the whole time. I tried to go in my purse with one hand and cover my ass with the other, and I finally got it. He took our IDs, then frisked and handcuffed Eric. I'm really crying now, thinking about his hands on me. He said he probably didn't have to frisk me, since I didn't have pockets, but he still needed to cuff me in case I decided to run. Where was I going to go with nothing on? I begged him not to cuff me, but he put my hands behind my back and put the cuffs through the door handle.

"Eric is bent over the hood apologizing to me profusely, and the cop is looking at me while he's backing up to his car. He keeps the light on me while he checks our records – which takes forever. He came back, said we were clear and that he had to check the car. When he finally climbed out, he had my panties sticking out of his shirt pocket. He sad we were free to go, and while he was uncuffing me he pressed his erection into my back.

I told Eric to take me straight home. I went right to bed, but couldn't sleep. I couldn't get the situation out of my head for a good two weeks. One night when I was reliving it, I stopped being scared and got kinda aroused. I told my best friend about it, because I thought I was deranged. She said I was safe, and nothing bad happened, so ease up on myself. A couple of night later I masturbated while reliving it, and came so hard. Bondage has been a fetish ever since.

My dick was clearly showing through my pants. "We're going to recreate that night?"

"And then some," she brought the handcuffs to me. "He was white, but about your age."

I took the cuffs, and turned her around to put them on her wrists.

"Wait," she pulled away and got her cellphone. "I promised Kim back then she'd be in on any reenactments," she dialed.

"What?"

"She's the only person, besides you now, who knows."

"Hold on; I need to know I can trust this girl before you bring her here!"

Leanna spoke into the phone, "Kim? You ready? Okay girl, enjoy – I know I'm going to!" She sat the phone on the nightstand, "She's in San Diego and is just going to listen."

"Oh, okay," I blew a sigh of relief.

She winked at me, "Officer Owens is handcuffing me now." She turned her back to me with her wrists crossed.

I picked up on her cue, "I need to frisk you first." I put her against the wall, "Hands against the wall and spread your legs."

"Please officer, let me go."

"Spread your legs, little girl!" I smacked her bare ass.

"Ow! Yes sir!"

"You're under arrest for indecent exposure. Don't move." I took a moment to savor the sight, then knelt down and ran my hands up her right calf and thigh. I did the same to her left calf and thigh, then continued to her cheeks and spread them. She was messy wet. Do you have anything in there I should know about?"

"In my ass?"

"People hide things in there all the time," I blew on it.

She was startled, "No sir, there's nothing up there."

"Well, I won't be doing my job right if I don't check," I touched my tongue to her puckered hole, and she let out a squeal. I licked it a few times, enjoying the fresh taste.

"Oh shit," she bent her knees, causing her ass to poke out a little more. "I told you I wasn't hiding anything in there," she panted.

I stood up, "I need to be 100% sure." I ran my finger between her legs, then eased it into her asshole. She let out a guttural groan. I moved my finger back and forth a few times until she relaxed a little – then I added a second finger.

"Noooooooooo!"

"What's he doing to you?" Kim asked.

I pushed my fingers deep, "Tell her."

"He's got his fingers in my ass," she struggled to say.

"Do you like it?"

She moved her ass on my fingers, "No sir."

"Don't lie to me, or I'll put a 3rd finger in."

"I like it, I like it!"

"Tell your friend," I twisted my fingers as best I could.

"I like it, Kim."

I pumped my fingers, "She didn't hear you?"

"Shit! I like having his fingers in my ass!"

"Good," I slid my fingers out, "You're clear." I brought her arms down to handcuff her.

"Officer, you can't take me in like this. I'm not dressed!"

"I didn't tell you to undress, did I?" 

"I can't have all those people staring at me!"

"I believe you would like it. You wouldn't be out here like this if you didn't want people looking at you," I fastened the cuffs. "Besides, look how wet you are from just me seeing you."

"Let me suck your dick."

"That's not good enough," I shook my head. "This is a serious offense."

"I'll do anything."

I laughed, "Be careful what you say, it may be used against you."

She lowered her voice, "Anything, Officer Owens."

"Maybe I should call my partner to take you up on that. We'll have our way with you, then send you on home."

"Mmm, I don't care."

I looked at her, "You don't care, do you."

"Whatever I have to do to go home, officer." She looked me in my eyes, "You and your partner can fuck me at the same time if you want."

I pinched her nipples, "A dick in your ass, and dick in your pussy? Grown men dick?"

"Yessss."

"You're willing to do that just to keep from being taken downtown like this?" I pulled them.

"Ohh, yesss!"

I pushed her over to the bed, "Bend your ass over!" It was already 6:45; there wasn't enough time to call Alvin, and really enjoy the experience. Leanna was standing with her bare ass up, and her face on the bed. I got my pants off, lifted my undershirt up, and dove in her wet pussy in one thrust. There were other things I was thinking of doing with her, but I had to take that pussy right that minute.

"Oh yes, Officer Owens! Oh yes, Officer Owens!"

"What's he doing, girl?"

"He's got his dick in me!" she gruted.

I smacked her ass.

"His big ass dick is filling my little pussy!"

I grabbed her cuffed wrists, and pumped into her every time I pulled her back.

"He's beating it!"

"Yeah, tell her what's happening, little girl."

"Officer Owens is beating my little pussy!"

"Tell her you love it!"

"I love it! I love it! I love it!" she whined frantically until she came. Her body twitched and trembled on my dick while she let out high-pitched squeals.

I pulled out just in time to flip her over and cum all over her chest and stomach.

"Oh, my poor pussy," Leanna panted.

"Mine looks in bad shape too," Kim giggled.

I stayed in my character, "Are you complaining, Miss? Even though I didn't find any drugs on you, I could still take you in."

Leanna looked at me, surprised I was still going.

"Or better yet," I uncuffed her wrists and began putting them in the restraints, "maybe I ought to tie you up and leave you here for whoever finds you."

"No, officer!"

"You were out here to be seen, right? What's wrong with letting a few strangers get a piece of that body?" I wanted more of her tight pussy, but my dick wasn't trying to get hard again so soon. "I like that idea."

"Mmmm, I like it too!" Kim agreed.

I got between her legs, and pushed her knees back to her ears. Her pussy protruded, inviting me back inside, "Damn, I love how flexible you girls are!" I laid my dick between her lips, and stroked it back and forth in the groove.

Leanna moaned, and flinched every time my tip hit her clit, "Oh officer, yes! Fill me up again!"

"You wanted to be caught naked, didn't you?" I had to stall a little longer.

"Yes!"

"You like when I was staring at you in my light, didn't you?"

"Yes!!"

I moved up so I was only stroking her clit, "Now you want me to-"

She started cumming; she screamed out as her body shook and wouldn't stop. My slightest movement prolonged her exquisite agony. After a couple of minutes, she pulled hard against the straps, "I can't take it!"

"You're gonna take it!"

"No, please," she jerked. "Stop!"

Her pleas got my dick hard, "It's too late now!"

"Please stop! I'll do anything!"

I pulled back to penetrate her, "You already promised that, remember?"

"Oh, let me go, please Officer Owens!"

"Not until you've learned your lesson!" I drove into her to my nuts. Almost on cue, we heard Kim have a loud orgasm over the phone and that motivated me even more. "This is what happens to naughty little girls who go around outside naked," I long-stroked Leanna's pussy, making her thrash around as much as the straps would let her. "Still want me to stop? Huh?"

"No!" she screamed. "Never stop!"

I let go of her legs long enough to wipe my sweat, and she kept her legs wide open on her own. "You must need this lesson, don't you?"

"Over and over and over and over!"

"You're hardheaded, huh?"

She garbled something that I couldn't understand.

I pushed her legs back down, and fucked her with what little strength I had left. My thighs began to burn, and my back started getting stiff, but the noises Leanna was making was spurring me on. I was so lost on the sex faces she was making that paid no attention to the warning signs of release. I loved her smell, sound, taste, and feel; before I could stop myself, I was spurting cum into her cervix. It was my body's turn to convulse as my arms gave out, mashing her titties to my chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist as our bodies rode out our mutual orgasms locked together.

"Ms. Edwards, are you okay?" someone knocked on the door.

We quickly separated, and I fumbled to release her wrists from the straps.

He knocked again, "Ma'am, are you all right!?"

"Uh, yes," she called back. "I'm fine!"

"Could you open the door, please ma'am?"

I got her wrists free, and we jumped off the bed. "Why? I told you I was fine!"

"Open the door, please!"

Leanna found her towel and wrapped it around her sweaty body. I grabbed my pants and ducked into the bathroom. She opened the door, "Yes?"

"Are you all right?"

"I told you I was, didn't I?"

"There were some reports of screams, and I had to make sure you were safe."

"I'm perfectly safe; just got carried away. It won't happen again."

It was quiet for a few seconds, then he said, "Please keep it down."

"I will," she closed the door.

I fastened my belt, and came out. Leanna was sitting on the bed getting Kim off the phone. I found and put on the rest of my clothes. "Are you okay," I asked her after she hung up.

"I am fine," she beamed. "That was wonderful! Thank you!"

"Shit, it was great for me too!"

She laughed, "Kim wants you, bad. She's willing to change sororities, if you are part of the privileges."

"I can't handle anymore of y'all," I laughed.

"I didn't think I was going to survive, the way you were going at me."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Hurt me? No way! You may have spoiled me for others though."

"That's not good either," I got up to put on my suit jacket. Leanna came to me, leaving her towel on the bed, and got on her tiptoes to put her arms around my neck for a deep kiss. I slid my hands down her body to her ass. She broke the kiss by sucking on my bottom lip. "Listen," I squeezed her cheeks, "you're on birth control, right?"

"We have to be to be eligible to see you. No one wants to hurt Soror Cynthia; and there are serious consequences for anyone who does."

"I don't want to know, do I?"

"Nope," she kissed my lips, and let me go. "You have no idea how torn I've felt about having that fantasy," she flopped back on the bed, with her legs falling partially open.

"Did that really happen?" I stared at her slit.

She laughed and covered her face, "Yes, it's all true."

"Did you stay together after that?"

"No, and yes. I didn't talk to him for almost two months, I was so mad at him!" she sat up, her nipples still hard when she first came out the shower. "I would still be in trouble if he had taken us in – or worse yet, taken me home!"

"Damn I wanted to dive back into her, but my dick actually hurt a little. I wasn't getting hard again any time soon, and it was 20 minutes after 7. "Are you staying the night?"

"Tomorrow is my late morning, so I'm sleeping in!" she laughed. "I've already put the breakfast order I want them to bring to my door!"

"Be safe ok?"

"Why don't you stay until I fall asleep?" she curled her body on the bed. "I promise I'll behave."

I smiled, "Bye, Leanna."

"Bye, Mr. Thomas," she frowned.

I pulled myself out of the room. On my way down in the elevator, I noticed my nuts were tender from slapping against Leanna. Back at my office, I changed from my suit into my workout clothes then headed home.

There is the belief that men don't have intuitions, but I knew something was up when I saw Tori's car in the driveway. My first thought was that she was there to tell Cynthia everything. But why would she want to wreck what everyone was satisfied with. I mean, the entire situation didn't sit totally right with me, but I was a willing participant just like she was. Her coming clean would only ruin several relationships – starting with my marriage. I pushed aside my fears of finding my clothes on fire in the bathtub and went inside.

Cynthia called me to the living room when she heard me come in; I saw Tori and her fiancé sitting across from her. "Sit down, Tori has something to ask you."

"How is everyone," I sat down.

"Mr. Thomas, you remember Dennis."

"I do; how are you?"

"Just fine, sir."

"What do you have to ask me, Tori," I tried unsuccessfully to not let my mind drift back to our last time in the hotel room.

"You know our wedding is next week," she began. "Well, my uncle isn't going to be able to make it. He really hates to disappoint me, but his doctor wouldn't clear him to fly."

"That's horrible," I pushed the images of me sucking her soapy nipples in the shower out of my head. "Will he be all right?"

She nodded, "He was all set to drive, but I could let him put himself through that kind of strain." She took a breath, "Would you walk me down the aisle? Ever since I crossed, you've been a father to me."

Those words brought memory of her calling me daddy every time I spank her ass when I'm filling her pussy from behind. "Are you sure there's not another uncle or cousin you'd like to ask?"

"I want you," she smiled innocently.

"Mr. Thomas," Dennis cleared his throat, "Tori thinks very highly of you – both of you. From what she's told me, being so far away from home, you've been instrumental in helping her to become the woman she is. You mean a lot to her."

"There's no one else I'd rather have on my wedding day."

After a moment of silence, Cynthia nudged me, "Don't make the girl wait, she's high-strung enough with her wedding so close."

"Of course, I'd be honored," I smiled. "I'm just a little shocked; I never expected to be asked something like that. What all do you need me to do?"




Crossing the Line Ch. 03



I panicked and pushed myself up off the chair and stood up. I didn't want him to think he did anything bad so I just kept telling him it's "OK". I paced around the room for a moment. His cock had been inside me. I actually had been having sex with my son even if it was only for a few seconds. I was freaking out now wishing for someone to help me get past this point and decide what to do next. I looked at him and he was laying there on the floor next to my chair. He looked at me and he was smiling. He didn't care about social ramifications at that moment all he wanted was a tight hot pussy to shove his cock into. I laughed at myself and decided this was just sex. It was supposed to be fun and enjoyable. It didn't matter who was involved.

I decided to try it again. I peeled off my t-shirt and threw it in the corner. I wanted to be as naked as Dennis now was. I guessed the best position to have sex with him would be in the doggie position so I got down on my hands and knees. My large breasts were hanging down under me. Their weight was pulling them down. The brown wrinkly ends and long nipples were pointing straight down. I always loved this position because it made them swing. I needed him to get re-interested in my body so I held a boob out to him. He crawled over to me and licked it then he went around my body almost like he was examining it while giving me little kisses and licks. When he got to my backside and started to lick my pussy again it was nice but that's not what I wanted him to do. I wanted his large cock in my pussy and I wanted him to fuck me silly. He was close enough to me that I could reach back and grab his cock and gently pull him to my pussy.

Once there he shuffled forward and started to thrust his hips at me. I looked between my legs and saw that his cock was hard and about at least eight inches long and his balls were the size of plums. I reached back and gently guided him to the entrance of my pussy. This was so crazy but I wanted this so badly. There would be no problem with lubrication as my pussy was still dripping with my juices. I managed to actually get the tip to touch my entrance before he pushed forward and his cock was back inside me.

Most guys start slow and try to last a long time. They stroke slowly at first enjoying the feeling and try to hold back. Only at the end do they stroke quickly as they cum. My son however began jack-hammering me right from the beginning. He was absolutely hammering my pussy. It was just rapid fire strokes. His cock was a good and my tight pussy was gripping it but he was getting more and more inside me. I looked down at my boobs and they were flopping all around from the hammering he was giving me. His cock felt so good inside me and this was an amazing fuck and I just tried to relax and enjoy it.

I was on my elbows and knees and I was actually pushing back into his thrusts. He was trying to get all of his cock inside me. I was already pretty full of his cock. He kept pressing it in and I let him. The tip of his cock was pressing right into my cervix now He was so deep inside me and I felt a warmth there. His cock was now throbbing and he was cumming deep inside my pussy. My son was actually cumming inside me. My pussy was gripping my sons cock and he was still throbbing inside me and I had no idea how much cum he was depositing there.

I was able to look at a clock and figured that we had been fucking for about 15 minutes when I finally felt him pull out with a plop. When he was out of me I just laid down on the carpet in my office. I had just had sex with my son for the first time and I was full of his cum and he had made my pussy his. I laid there for a little while then struggled to my feet as I was actually sore all over. He had given my pussy a real pounding. I looked at my carpet and saw the mess that we had made and I would have to clean that and of course use a towel or something next time. Was there going to be a next time?

I went back to my bathroom to clean up. I ran the bath instead of the shower. Climbing in the warm sudsy water I relaxed. I leaned back and closed my eyes. As I lay there I rubbed my lower tummy. I knew his sperm was in there. I was ovulating so I knew there was a good chance my egg was there too. Logic told me that his sperm was bouncing off my egg trying to get in. The fact was I knew that was actually happening and that nature would probably let one of his sperm penetrate my egg and make me pregnant with his baby.

I had already made the decision that we would do this again. I was not sure when but if I was not pregnant this time I wanted his cock in me again the next time I ovulated and I wanted him to give me a baby.



Crossing the Line Ch. 03



This fictional narrative is a continuation of earlier chapters and should be read with same. 

Chapter 3: Pandoras Box

James couldn't focus on the tasks requiring his attention at work. He was too distracted by recent events at home and trying to decide if he should confront his wife of 20 years, Alissa, with his concerns. "Well," he thought to himself, "maybe 'confront' is too harsh a term?"

James would be 57 years old in two weeks time and, whilst everyone agreed he was in great shape for his age, he was not looking forward to 'celebrating' another birthday. Alissa always seemed to relish throwing him a party, probably because he was ordinarily a very private person and, other than Christmas or New Years, his birthday had always been the one exception where he had allowed her to fill their home with revelers. In truth, once he got into the swing of things, he always had a good time, however, his hair was grayer, his paunch a little bigger and, worst of all, his energy levels seemed lower, at least, that is what he reasoned since, of late, he had been having increasing difficulty keeping up with Alissa's needs in the bedroom. 

Ever since James and Alissa had indulged their curiosity and partaken of a very fulfilling threesome with Ryan, a man that Alissa had 'met' on the internet, James could not shake the feeling that he may have opened a Pandora's box. James loved Alissa dearly and hoped that he still satisfied her now that she had experienced her fantasy and enjoyed such a wild night of unbridled lust. He was glad they had done it, and they both agreed there was no need to do it again, but there was the nagging doubt that maybe, sometimes, as they made love, she was 'thinking' of Ryan.

Perceptions are so important and had James remembered that, he would have realized that it was not he that was failing to deliver rather that Alissa's need for increased intimacy had mushroomed beyond all reason. In fact, if James had not been feeling so melancholy, he might have realized just how well he had stepped up to meeting Alissa's increased sexual demands. 

Alissa, or Ali as she likes to be called, was wrestling with her own demons. Three weeks earlier she had quit her part-time job as a masseuse at "Jayne's Health & Beauty Spa", after an unexpected tryst with a male client, Dan. It had been totally unexpected, a one-off sexual romp in the treatment room with a man whom she had flirted with unashamedly for the past couple of years. She was riddled with guilt and did not feel able to confess her sin to James for fear of hurting him. She had instead thrown herself into a myriad of distractions including more volunteer work, an increased fitness regimen at the tennis club and, as a sort of penance, making love to James as often as she could. She needed to feel his warmth against her skin, to feel connected to him, to feel him inside her. It comforted her and helped keep the images of her lustful sexcapades out of her mind. 

At 41 years of age, Ali was a 5 foot 4 inch, 125 pounds, blonde haired stunner. Her choice of form fitting clothes and short skirts suited her flirtatious nature and she used it all to full effect to keep the passion in her marriage on the boil. But right now, that all seemed like a curse. 

Earlier that morning the owner of "Jayne's Health & Beauty Spa" had called her in a vain attempt to get her to return to work there. Most of Ali's, now former, female clients were genuinely upset at her leaving and had been pressing to find out whether or not she had started work elsewhere. This, coupled with the pressure from the aforementioned Dan, prompted the owner of the Spa to think that, maybe, she was about to lose a small portion of her regular clientele. No-one at the Spa knew why Ali had quit, and had taken her stated desire to spend more time with her family at face value, however, Dan's over-zealous attempts to get Ali re-hired or to obtain Ali's home address had raised more than a few eyebrows.

The effect the call had on Ali was rather startling too. She couldn't help but review the events with Dan and, feeling that familiar tingle and moistening between her legs, she felt compelled to see James. She picked up the telephone and dialed James' direct line. "Honey? It's me. I'm coming into town and thought we could do lunch. I can be there by 12.30, okay?"

"What?...errr...sure. 12.30? Can we make it 1?" James could barely stammer his reply to what was not quite a request. "Should I make a reservation?"

"Hmm. No need. I'll bring lunch." And then she hung up. James was at a loss. He called his secretary and had her quickly re-arrange his schedule asking her to make up any old excuses for him. Once his secretary, Mary, knew the real reason for the sudden re-scheduling she took on that "Aawww!" look women tend to adopt at romantic notions and eagerly set to her task.

Ali checked her watch and then set about getting ready to meet James. She still had plenty of time to get ready and already felt the quickening of her heart at the anticipation of what she had planned. She quickly checked the look of the weather outside on this late-Summer, early-Fall day and decided what to wear.

Barely an hour later, Ali was standing in front of her full length mirror admiring her work. She had decided to put her hair up in a pony tail, not because it made her look younger but because the mild breeze outside would have quickly undone any chance she would have had at arriving at James' office in spectacular form. She wore a black velvet choker about her neck that accentuated her now bare shoulders. Unconsciously, her breathing had become heavier, causing her full and firm breast to heave within the confines of her black velvet with red lace trim bustier, the design of which seemed to emphasize the narrowness of her waist against her rounded ass. As her eyes scanned the rest of her ensemble she nodded in satisfaction at her choice of lace-top tan stocking. It was too soon for black stocking although too late for her favourite strappy sandals. She was pleased at her choice of black patent leather pumps with their 4-inch stiletto heel and more than a little excited by her decision to not wear panties. She put on her three-quarter length, camel coloured, great-coat and headed downstairs. Once she had tied the coat belt securely, she grabbed her car keys, hand-bag and headed out the door early enough to ensure that she would find a parking spot once she got into town. 

Dan, was a regional Manager for one of the High Street banks who came into town from time to time on inspection visits. Quite by accident he had become Ali's only male client at the Spa and, following their unexpected, but welcome, sexual encounter, he had become somewhat obsessed with her. Dan was now 46 years old, good looking and in decent shape, which, with his seemingly natural wit, was a boon to his womanizing ways. Ali, however, was special. Rather than he being the one who seduced her (he had tried and failed miserably several times), she had taken the initiative, had had sex and now left him high and dry. He wanted her again, but could not find her since she had quit being a masseuse at the Spa. At least, that was until he stepped out of the Bank building that morning and was frozen to the spot by the vision of Ali in her car.

Ali didn't see Dan, she was sat in her car and too focused on her pending visit with James and the right-hand turn in the pre-lunch traffic to notice another man ogling her. She was getting tense, partly from the chore of looking for a parking spot, but mostly as the sexual anticipation built up within her, keeping her pussy moist. The last three parking garages had been full and this next one was the last of the ones within walking distance to James office. She craned her neck looking toward the multi-storey parking garage. "SPACES" proclaimed the signage. "Oh thank goodness', thought Ali as she eased her car up the entrance ramp. 

Dan was ecstatic and with barely any regard for the traffic, he ran across the road and into the garage. He fairly flew up the stairwell, poking his head out of the stairwell door at each level hoping to catch which level Ali would be parking on. 

Ali had finally found a space to park her car on the fourth level and was just locking the car door when the wind blew through the open side of the building and seemed to be channeled by the pillars so that, as it hit her, it felt more like a gale force wind. The gust spread the overlap of her coat, gathered under the material and lifted the coat almost completely up around her waist just long enough for a recently arrived, panting Dan to get an eye-full of Ali's attire and her shaved pussy.

"Sweet Jesus," exclaimed Dan. Stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw dropped as fast as the folds of Ali's coat fell back into place.

Ali was incoherent. Babbling, her face beet-red in embarrassment, as she frantically tried to regain her composure. It took her what seemed an eternity to realise it was Dan who was standing there, gawking at her. "Dan?...Dan! What are you doing here?"

"I,..er,..umm, I saw you parking your car and thought I'd say Hi." Even as the words were forming, Dan, who is no slouch, was working out how best to handle this situation. He could not believe what he had just witnessed, but his cock had become rock hard nonetheless.

"Ahem," began Ali, still flustered, " I'm meeting James, my husband, for lunch. It was nice seeing you, but I have to go." She was stood alongside her car, her hands now firmly pressing the folds of her coat against her thighs, however, there was another parked car to her right and the wall of the garage behind her. Ali looked straight at Dan, not into his eyes, she was too unsettled for that, and hoped he would move aside and let her go on her way.

"Oh, that's perfect," said Dan, his eyes lighting up at what he hoped was an opportunity. "Ali, I've felt terrible since, well, since that time at the Spa and I need to settle things. Make it right between us."

"There's nothing to settle. It was a one off, an accident. It'll never happen again." Ali could still not bring herself to look directly at Dan. She took a half step forward, hoping he would move aside, but also feeling her pussy begin to tingle as she wondered how much he had just seen. She couldn't help but think that something must be wrong with her for her body to feel so excited.

"Ali, I know we are okay, but I need to settle things with James. I feel terrible about what we did and need to apologize to him."

"What?" shrieked Ali, her gaze suddenly shooting up and establishing eye contact for the first time. "No, you can't! I mean, there's no need, really." 

The frantic nature of her response, the tone, was all Dan needed. He stepped forward, slipped his left arm around her waist and in barely a whisper said, "Why not, Ali. It's the right thing to do."

"No, please, you don't understand." Ali eyes were wide, almost panic stricken. She felt trapped, unsure, and thought she would cry. So many emotions swirled around in her mind that without thinking, she leaned into Dan, placed her hands near each of his shoulders and then rested her head on his chest so that Dan would not be able to read the emotions playing across her face. Dan smiled to himself as he brought his right hand up to gently apply reassuring strokes on her blonde hair.

Dan said nothing. Just held her there feeling her body heave against him as she continued taking deep breaths. Wrestling with her predicament, feeling as though her heart were about to burst out from her chest, Ali finally said, "Please Dan, I don't want James to know what happened. As a friend, I'm begging you."

Dan moved half a step away from Ali so that he could look into her eyes again and calmly, matter of factly, said, "Okay Ali. I'll keep your dirty secret, but I need you just one more time. To sort of seal our pact."

"Are you insane? I'm not going to have sex with you again," Ali hissed as she stepped back, now furious. "I'd rather tell James what happened."

"Ali, listen to me. You're the best fuck I can recall having in a very, very long time. Now, we can go see James and explain what happened, but, how will you explain the way you are dressed, or should I say undressed, under that coat?"

"I did this for James." Ali took a full step back. God, she could feel her pussy getting so wet. Why?

"True. But when I tell him what you are wearing and that you have no panties on, who do you really think he'll believe if I tell him you dressed that way for me? How else would I know?"

Ali was unsure what to do. "Why? What did I ever do to you?"

Sensing victory, Dan moved toward Ali, reached across to undo her coat and smiled as he said, "Two years of teasing for starters. Anyway, think about how much you enjoyed it last time." She did not resist as he opened up her coat and let his eyes drink in the vision of beauty before him.

When Ali stammered, "I'm supposed to meet James for lunch," it confirmed his victory so he pushed her coat off her shoulders forcing her to barely hold it up by her arms, and then positioned her up against her car. "He'll never know", said Dan as he leaned in toward her.

Ali was now helpless as Dan freed her heaving breast from the bustier and began to knead the right one as his tongue settled on the nipple of the other, working the flesh around the darkened aureole until the nipple stood erect and proud. As Dan seemed to feast on her upper body, it sent rapturous tingling sensations down Ali's spine; every time he kissed her neck or sucked on her nipple, Ali fought a losing battle with her body's responses. She cursed herself the first time his tongue elicited a moan of pure pleasure from her mouth, she was disgusted with her inability to stop her ever moistening pussy from wanting to rub up against Dan's muscular thigh, then she thought herself no more than a common slut when she found her arms wrapping around Dan's head, pushing him harder into her breast as he feasted.

Dan was amazed at how easy the transformation had been. He could smell her sex as she let him work her body up. He knew her pussy must be dripping wet already and, if it was anything like last time, he was looking forward to eating her out. He raised his head from his latest attack on her tits and saw the deliriously lusty look in Ali's eyes. He knew that he had to do something about having this woman on a regular basis and even as he dropped down to one knee to begin the glorious task of devouring her pussy, he fumbled for his mobile phone. 

Ali was miles away, lost in the throes of her own lust. She no longer cared that she was leaning against her car with her legs spread having her pussy eaten in a public garage, her tits open to view by anyone who would happen to walk by. She felt her hips begin push out from the car trying to force Dan's tongue deeper into her desperately needy sex. He was driving her crazy with his tongue, licking up and down her now puffy labia, rolling around the outside of her dripping hole, only occasionally licking or sucking on her engorged clit. She threw her head back, resting it on the roof of the car, needing him to give her release, to allow her the orgasm her body was now starting to demand.

It was starting to physically hurt Dan to be in this position, and whilst he thoroughly enjoyed the taste and scent of Ali's wet cunt, the position and angle of his attack was literally a pain in the neck. Add to that the raging hard-on he was constricting within his pants. He took a breather and looked up at his conquest as Ali continued to writhe against the car despite the absence of his tongue.

Dan quickly stood up and easily slipped two fingers up into Ali's sopping wetness. He watched her moan, shaking her head left and right on the car roof as she ground herself into his hand. It took but a moment for him to record the whole thing on his mobile. Once satisfied with his 'insurance' he quickly looked around and, seeing the coast was still all clear took his fingers from Ali's cunt, removed her coat and positioned her, ass facing him, over the bonnet of her car. He had considered making her take him in her mouth but, again, time was short and he just wanted to fuck her right now. 

Ali willingly allowed herself to be re-positioned and eagerly spread her long legs as she supported herself with her arms on the bonnet of her car. She was now openly moaning her pleasure aloud and emitted a lusty "OH YES!" as she felt Dan's cock finally ease into her love canal from behind. Her whole sex was as alive as it had ever been. She felt a myriad of pleasurable sensations shoot from her groin, up through her body as her engorged sex enveloped Dan's thick shaft, filling her completely. Ali began pushing back onto Dan's cock as she registered hits on her g-spot almost immediately and knew it would not be long before she would orgasm. There was no finesse involved and certainly neither would consider this as 'love making' as each sought release for their own ends. Ali was wanton as she seemed to feel every ripple and ridge of Dan's cock as it slid in and out of her wet hole, giving her the very thing she had come into town to get from James. Both on a physical and mental plane, Ali was being satisfied in ways she had only ever fantasized about whilst Dan had realized a goal in being able to find and fuck, for a second time, this gorgeous woman. For both of them the end was soon upon them, bearing down upon each of them with the force of a tsunami. Both were so worked up from this encounter, with neither making any effort to prolong the sensation that, once Ali's orgasm began, her pussy contracted around Dan's cock increasing his own pleasure and pushing him over the edge so that they both came in a sudden, frenzied, grunting, rutting orgasm. Dan ploughed into Ali from behind as hard as he could, grunting the release of his copious seed in several deep, satisfying eruptions. 

Finished, a panting Dan leaned over Ali's back, kissed her ear and back of the neck on her right side and said simply, "Thank you." He then began to tidy himself up and regain his composure as he admired the still beautiful form that was slumped over the car. He again pulled out his mobile phone and captured some more memories for posterity, relishing the image of the thick concoction of juices now dripping out of Ali's used cunt.

Ali was snapped out of her reverie by Dan's parting comment of "I'll call you." She looked up, satiated, to see him walking off in the direction of the stairwell. "Well, fuck you too," she thought as her breathing began to become more regular.

She suddenly thought, "Oh my god, James!" Ali righted herself and checked her watch. Can it still be only ten to one? She put her coat back on and stepped back into her car to quickly try to repair the state of her dishevelment. As she spread her legs to wipe her pussy with tissues she swore at herself for letting Dan's cum leak onto the inside of the coat. Fortunately, Dan had not been interested in any heavy petting so her make-up was still largely intact, additionally her stockings and outfit in general were in good order once she forced her breasts back into the confines of the bustier. Nevertheless, she reeked of sex and decided to call James and cancel lunch.

As soon as James saw Ali's number on the caller ID he picked up the phone and announced, "Babe, I've managed to clear my schedule completely so we won't be disturbed for our lunch date. Where are you?"

Ali was crestfallen. James sounded so enthusiastic and she knew how hard it was for him to clear his diary. "I've found a parking spot in the multi-storey on Granger Street, I'll be there in a few." Ali gathered herself up and made her way to James' office.

To the casual observer, Ali was as stunning to look at as the moment she first left her house this morning, but inside she was in complete turmoil. Even as she acknowledged James' secretary as she went through the door to James' office she was unsure as to whether or not she should confess everything. The fact that, despite herself, she had thoroughly enjoyed what Dan had done to her terrified her. She could rationalize that the whole thing was not her fault because blackmail had been involved, however, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the thrill she had experienced during the whole slutty episode. She smiled as soon as she saw James. 




Crossing the Line Ch. 03



James couldn't put his finger on it, but, if it was at all possible, Ali seemed sexier than usual as she walked into his office. They embraced and kissed passionately. Then James realised what it was that was different and, despite his own self doubts, immediately felt his man-hood stiffen. James' mind made the connection, "Ali's wearing the 'choker' that she only ever wears for play time at home. What is she up to?"

Ali felt the power of James' erection through his pants and was initially taken aback despite the fact that, this morning, this had been her hope and plan for their lunch date. She was not aroused and certainly not in the mood for sex right now as they broke their embrace and gazed upon her husband's beaming smile. "So, to what do I owe this pleasure?" said James expectantly.

"Well, I wanted to spend time with you and do lunch, but the hassle of the traffic and everything has really ruined my day. Would you hate me if I asked for a rain cheque?" 

James was confused. Ali did look distracted so it may be better if they rescheduled, however, he had cleared his diary. "Tell you what, you can tell me all about it over a cup of tea. Give me your coat and take a seat on the couch." Ali's eyes, for the second time today, widened in horror. "Come on, give it here. You'll feel better after a nice chat." 

Ali closed her eyes as she undid her coat and revealed herself to James. What James saw was the realisation of a long held fantasy seemingly coming true. His wife dressed in her sexiest lingerie and highest heels stood before him in his office, his altar of propriety, his, at times, prison cell. Her stocking clad legs were slightly parted giving him a clear view of what seemed to be the glistening wet lips of his wife's cunt. No panties! He had always wanted to fuck a gorgeous woman over his desk and here, finally, his loving wife had given him that opportunity. James hit the intercom button to his secretary. "Mary, under NO circumstances am I to be disturbed for at least an hour. Oh, and I'll also be locking my door." 

"Yes, Sir," replied Mary, coyly, with a huge, knowing grin on her face.

James could not think of anything that could make this day any better than the way it was playing out right now. This was going to be the best lunch ever because he was going to get to eat his wife's sweet pussy before he gave her the fucking of her life.



Crossing the Line Ch. 03



"Dance with me during the parents' song, and keep me calm before the ceremony."

"I think I can handle that," I smiled.

She jumped up to give me a hug, "Thank you!"

I stood up, and put my arms around her waist when she put hers around my neck. I wanted to slide my hands down to her ass, but she wasn't nude and we were alone – not yet, anyway. "You're welcome."



Crossing the Line Ch. 04



Cynthia invited Tori and Dennis to stay for dinner, but they had more plans to go around finalizing. Dennis and I set a time for him to meet me at the tuxedo shop, and then they hurried off. I went up to shower, while Cynthia went to finish dinner.

Under the shower water, I tried once again to wash away the guilt of what I've been doing. I could close my eyes and vividly recall every incredible sensation I've experienced with the girls. But as soon as I open them, all I feel is the sting of being just another cheating husband.

I turned off the water, and opened the curtain to get out. Cynthia was on her knees at the edge of the tub, and put my dick in her mouth as soon as it came into her view.

"Baby!?" she startled me.

She took it out, "There's nothing like a freshly washed dick."

I hadn't had a lot of recovery time, so I took a step back, "Uh, dinner isn't going to burn is it?"

She didn't stop stroking, "I've got dinner, and everything else, under control.

"You haven't met me like this after a shower in years."

She kissed it a few time, "That just means it was long overdue." 

Finally I started to swell. She put it back in her mouth, and I took a step forward. She put her head and tongue into it. I had to put a foot on the side of the tub and a hand on her head in order to keep my balance. When I let her know I was about to release, she didn't back off or slow down.

"Cynthia," I managed to say, "I'm close, baby."

She slid her mouth off just enough to say, "Give it to me, Daddy."

I shuddered, "Don't say that."

She kept my tip in her mouth, and twisted her hand along the shaft, "Why not, Daddy? You don't want me to have it?"

Those were almost Toya's exact words! "Baby, stop," I moaned.

"No, Daddy. You're going to give me that delicious cum," she twisted her hand harder."

"Shit!" I shot three quick bursts to the back of her throat. My body shook; she didn't stop pumping my dick until I leaned back against the wall. "Why'd you do that?" I asked out of breath. "Shit, why'd you do that?"

"I wanted to," she sat back on her heels, and wiped the sides of her mouth. "And I like catching you off-guard."

There's no way I had much to give her, and I hoped by taking it in her mouth that she wouldn't notice it was far less than my usual amount. I would have loved to bend her over the sink and 'thank' her, but a fourth erection of the night wasn't going to happen for a 50-year-old man who is not on Viagra. Given her silence, I thought she may be expecting more as well. "You know I'm not at full strength after a workout, but I can give you a little tongue action if you wanna have a seat on the sink.

"Don't worry, I got what I wanted for now," she got up with a wink. "Dinner will be ready when you are."

"I'll be right down," I grabbed my towel. ------

At the rehearsal a few nights later, Tori had on a babydoll t-shirt, Capri pants and a costume veil on her head, but all I could see her in was the pink teddy she wore on our last date. She came to hug me when she saw me and Cynthia come in the facility, and thought for sure Cynthia would catch me admiring her walk towards us.

"My other parents are here!" she hugged us both, then turned to her mother who had followed her over. "Mom, you already know Soror Cynthia; and this is her husband.

"Thank you so much for filling in for my brother," she hugged me.

My feelings of guilt for what I was doing with her daughter were compounded with that hug. "No thanks necessary; anything to help."

As we made our way to where everyone was waiting, Dennis came up to speak to us – which didn't help me feel any better. A lot of the girls from the chapter were Tori's bridesmaids, and I couldn't believe how casually they all hugged me. It was like I hadn't smacked all of their asses, licked all of their pussies, or sucked all of their nipples.

The coordinator came over to get everyone on track. I asked her where she wanted me, and Tori hooked her arm through mine. "You are not to leave my side for the next 18 hours. You don't mind that, do you Soror Cynthia?"

She laughed with Tori's mother, "No, not at all. Take him!"

"Don't I have to walk the maid-of-honor down the aisle for practice?"

"My sister knows her way down the aisle, and you both know how to walk," she pulled me to sit with her in a row of folding chairs. The coordinator started telling people where to go, and soon there was no one within a few feet of us. "I want to see you tonight. Can that happen?"

"Tonight?"

"After my bachelorette party."

I tried not to react too visibly, "How's that suppose to work? There's no way I can get away from Cynthia at two or three in the morning."

"Okay, what about before?"

"You know we don't do anything on short notice like this. It's way too risky."

She brushed my dick, "I need you."

"No, you need to be faithful to your new husband."

"What?"

We paused our conversation as people went by, or to appear as if we were paying attention. "I'm really not doing well with the amount of guilt I'm starting to feel – for my marriage, for yours, and even just all you girls in general."

"It's all working our flawlessly. Everybody is on board, and there's no danger of being caught."

I shook my head, "Maybe so, but there's no way we can do anything tonight."

"But it's a special occasion," she squeezed.

"Very special," I signed. "I'm sure your family and friends are looking forward to being around you all night."

"I'll tell them I'm going to seclude myself for some extra special pampering, and just to really center myself before I take this monumental step." She interlocked her fingers with mine, "I'll be all yours."

"Like I said, there's no way I can get away."

She scooted a little closer, "There's something Dennis has wanted for a while, but I've never given to him."

"Anal sex?"

Tori looked at me shocked, "How'd you guess?"

"C'mon, I was 23 once, and I think I know the male mind," I laughed.

"I want to let him on our wedding night, but I've never done it. He's a great lover, and I don't doubt he'll take his time, but without knowing what to expect I don't know that I could get over my fear. So," she squeezed my hand, "I'd like for you to, uh, break me in, tonight." She kept going before I could formulate my thoughts to respond. Leanna told me how you fingered her ass. Other guys had done that to her, and she said it just never felt right. But you? She said something about the way you did it made it far more pleasureful than painful." Tori moved our hands to rub the back of hers against my semi-hard dick. "She said she was hoping you would...but you didn't. I want you to help me get ready to give Dennis a very special wedding night."

I wiped the perspiration from my forehead, "Tori, listen to me. Part of that is going to make that night special for the both of you is that it will be your first time it happens."

"He's done it before."

"You're first time Together."

"It will still be that. I'll just be better prepared."

"That's something special that I don't want to take from him."

"You're doing it for me."

"Technically, but still..."

She put her lips to my ear, "Think of how erotic that will be. A bride, just 12 hours away from taking her vows, giving you her forbidden fruit."

I laughed to play-off my arousal. "You'd better stop," I said through gritted teeth.

"Why, Daddy?"

I took a breath, "Don't make me take you to the bathroom for a spanking."

She moaned, I'll meet you there."

"Cut it out!"

She laughed, "I'm serious about tonight."

"So am I."

"We can make it happen."

But do we need to? We sat and watched the rehearsal. Tori left my side a few times to clarify points of confusion, but her request never left my head. The procession, ceremony, and recession were walked-thru two times, then we went to dinner. Everyone had a good time dancing and joking around. Some of the girl's boyfriends came; I got to meet most of them.

After dinner was over, she came over to me as everyone was leaving and told me she would be in the Hyatt room as she hugged me goodbye. ------ I woke up to Cynthia tracing her fingers along my lips. I tasted something, "What's that?"

"Has it been that long since you've tasted me?" She put her fingers between her thighs and rubbed some more on my lips. "Maybe I should have let you lick me in the bathroom."

"No, I'll never forget that," I smiled. "As a matter of fact," I rolled over to get on top of her, "I think I'll start my day off with a nice long drink" I slid down until my face was at her pussy. I licked her lips, then moved closer to circle her entrance with the tip of my tongue.

Cynthia purred, "You do me soooo good."

I kissed the hood over her clit, then sucked on the lips. I then moved back to her clit, which started to peak out. Cynthia groaned each time I gently flicked it. I backed up, and blew a stream of air on it. She shook, and a stream appeared from her pinkness. I moved back in to suck her clit this time, and her entire body tensed up. My tongue moved quickly and lightly over the tip of her clit.

"Quit playing with it," she moaned.

I smirked, but just continued to take my time. After a few moans, I go back to licking her lips. She was wet enough for me to slide in with no effort at all, but I was in a mood to make her beg for it. I didn't use my fingers, or push my tongue inside. I wanted her to crave penetration. I moved back up to tease her clit again, and it was a little more visible. Then she reached down to spread her pussy open, and it came into full view. I put my lips around it and sucked until her hips were bouncing between my mouth and the bed.

I rested my head on her thigh, and watched as she regained control of her body. "Well, we'd better get ready."

She put her free leg across me, "Where do you think you're going?"

"To jump in the shower. We have a wedding this afternoon."

She shook her head, "You have something just as wet as the shower to jump into right here."

"I have a big responsibility today; I want to be early."

"Do I look like I'm hearing that right now?" She used her foot to find my erect dick, "He ain't trying to hear it either.

"You want him?"

She raised her eyebrow, "I want him, deep, in my pussy."

I pulled off my underwear and put my tip at her pussy, "You sure?"

"Give him to me."

"Ask me nicely."

She groaned, "Stop playing."

I bent over to suck her nipple, "Ask me nicely."

"Baby please give me that dick."

I pushed the tip in, "Is that enough?"

"Nooooooo. I want it all."

"Can you handle all of it?"

With that, Cynthia knocked my arm from under me, knocking me off-balance enough to flip on top of me. Before I knew what happened, she had positioned my dick at her pussy and slid all the way down. "I've told you about playing with me," she angrily bounced her hips on me. "This is my dick, and when I tell you I want it, I want it! You know I hate when you do that."

"No you don't."

The force of her thrusts matched her words, "Yes I do!"

"Well too bad, because I like doing it to you," I interrupted her thrusts by thrusting upward.

"Stop that!"

"No!," I thrusted harder, "You may be on top, but I'm in control. You got that?"

"Stop!!"

"You got that!?"

She stopped moving and her back arched, "Yessssssssssssssssss!" She fell forward on my chest and shook.

I knew I did the right thing about last night. I put my arms around her. "I love you, Cynthia." The next thing I remember was Cynthia jumping off me, screaming that we were going to be late. I focused on my eyes on the clock, and 90 minutes had passed. I laid there for a second, then sprang into action along with her.

We arrive at the Lehman Center when the parking lot is still mostly empty. Tori's mother was outside by the door, and looked bothered when we walked up. Cynthia asked if anything was wrong.

"Tori has some kind of burr up her butt, and I needed to not be around her for a minute."

"She's not having second thoughts, is she?"

"She won't say what's wrong. Her sister tried to talk to her, her sorors tried to talk to her; she's just sitting there like this isn't the day she's been planning a year for."

"Hello, Soror Cynthia," Jeanie said coming outside. "Mr. Thomas! Tori wanted to see you when you got here."

I tried not to look nervous, "About what?"

"Something about the special gift she wanted to give Dennis."

"A gift is what's bothering her?" her mother frowned her face. "Buying presents is the last thing that girl should be worrying about. Her guests will start arriving soon!"

I grinned, "Maybe she wants my opinion on what she bought for him."

"Whatever she got, just tell her it's perfect so she can focus on getting married," Cynthia said ushering me inside. She went back outside to talk with Tori's mother, while Jeanie showed me to the dressing areas. We passed by Dennis in the hallway having trouble with his tie.

"Never tied one before?" I started tying it for him.

"On my wedding day, no."

"Relax and breathe. Before you know it, it will be over and you'll wonder how it happened so fast."

"I can't wait to see Tori; that's what I'm most nervous about. I know she's going to be so beautiful when I see here."

"Yeah, that's a special moment."

"Once I'm past that part, and she's beside me, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Even though I'm not her biological father, I do want you to be aware that I think of her as if she is my daughter. I don't expect her to ever say that you aren't treating her like the woman you love."

"Yes sir."

I finished his double-Winsor knot and patted his shoulders. "She's a special woman."

"Yes sir."

Tori was sitting by a window away from her bridesmaids when I got to the room. Her sister told her I was there, and she asked them to leave for a minute. Everyone left, except Jeanie and Zanora.

"Where were you?" she asked once the door closed, without turning to look at me.

"I told you I couldn't come."

"I needed you."

"No you didn't; not like that."

She stood up and started toward me. She had on a long, white, silk rob that was not tied at the waist. Her brown skin looked incredible against the white of her bra and garter, causing my dick to stir. "You ruined what was going to be a special night for me."

I concentrated on looking at her face, "Tori, you're guests have started arriving. You're getting married in less than an hour."

"And you were suppose to be in my ass last night!" she said mutedly, but the anger was loud and clear.

I looked at the other girls, "Is this arrangement messing you all up like this? When you're mind is suppose to be on the happiest day of your life, you're worried that I didn't come be with you last night?"

"It's a trust factor," Zanora spoke up. "She trusts you; we all do. She told you about something special that she wanted, and she trusted you to follow-through."

"But I told her I wasn't comfortable with doing it."

Jeanie glared at me, "It's not about you, Mr. Thomas!"

Zanora went over to Tori, "You're right, this is suppose to be the happiest day of her life. But does she look happy to you?"

"Do you think she's playing around?" Jeanie stood in front of me. "Do you think it was just some kind of game? We've been nothing but upfront and serious with you from the start – and you played her."

"You girls know this is wrong; that's why we have codes, and signals. I'm not playing any of you, but this whole arrangement is wrong."

"She is sexy to you, isn't she?"

I chuckled, "Don't go there."

"You don't want me anymore?"

I silently stood my ground.

Jeanie grabbed my dick, and tightened her hand around it. "You want her."

"And she wants you," Zanora turned Tori to face me, then pulled the robe off her shoulders.

I took a breath and pulled myself out of the trance I was in staring at her body, "This is crazy!"

Jeanie unfastened my pants. As much as I knew I should put a stop to it – to everything – I stood there. She dropped my pants to the floor, unbuttoned and opened my shirt from the chest down, and pulled my boxer-briefs to my ankles. She nuzzled her nose along my dick, taking deep breaths. "You were with Soror Cynthia this morning, weren't you?"

I felt embarrassed, and had to remind myself that I had showered after our encounter. I looked down at Jeanie moving her nose over my dick as she inhaled.

"Lucky woman," Zonara smiled, pulling Tori's bra off.

"You fucked her good, didn't you," Jeanie sucked my dick, slowly, like she was trying to taste every flavor of it.

My mouth dropped open, and I shifted my feet to keep from losing my balance.

"Mr. Thomas, we know you have issues with our arrangement," Zanora wet the tip of her finger and ran it around Tori's nipple. "You're conscience is not totally okay with it, and that's how we know you are the right man for us. But quite honestly, if you can no longer be with us, we'd rather you just said so and we bring the whole thing to an end." She moved to Tori's other side, and wet a finger to run over her other nipple. "But, if you can somehow find a way to continue being us – and we hope that you do – you cannot do what you did last night ever again." She stood behind Tori, putting her head over a shoulder, and used both hands to pinch her nipples, "So are you in, or out?"

"With Jeanie sucking his dick, he'll say 'yes' to anything," Tori rolled her eyes.

Zanora kissed her cheek, "Relax, we know him better than that." She looked at me, continuing to touch Tori's nipples, "Mr. Thomas is above raw stimulation. He's man enough to make a reasoned decision no matter what the current circumstances." She kissed Tori's cheek again, then came over and patted Jeanie's shoulder, "C'mon, we have to let the guest know the bride is running just a little late."

Jeanie stood up and wiped the corner of her mouth while looking right at me, "Soror Cynthia is a very lucky woman."

"Tori will let us know what you decide," Zanora slipped out the door with Jeanie.

I stood there, dick wet and at full attention, looking at Tori standing there in just her garter and hose. "Do you think I'm being selfish," she stepped closer.

"No; no, I don't."

"I'm doing this for Dennis," she put her hand on my dick when she got close enough. "You mean a lot to all of us. We love what you do for us, and don't want it to end."

"Did you bring anything?"

Her face lit up, and she went to a bag she had in a corner, "I wasn't sure what to buy, but the clerk at the store said this works best for first timers. He said to use a lot, so I brought some towels too.

She was bent over going through the bag; I stepped out of my pants, removed my tux jacket. When I got there, and pushed my dick in her pussy. The combination of Jeanie's spit and Tori's wetness from Zanora's manipulations allowed me to slide right in. She let out a long groan, then hissed at my first long stroke. What was I thinking to potentially pass this pussy up? I still loved Cynthia deeply; this was just...this was just...what it was.

We both were being mindful to stay quiet. I was also being mindful that this encounter had a specific goal to it. Without interrupting the strokes, I asked her for the lube. She handed it to me over her shoulder, and managed to open the towels beneath her. I kept my strokes slow and steady while I began lubbing and fingering her puckered hole.

"You have to relax," I coaxed her. "Kinda push when you feel me going in, that'll help a little."

"Okay," she whinced.

When she seemed comfortable with one finger, I added more lube and pushed a second one in, "Good girl."

She dug her nails into the walls she was bracing herself on, and let out a throaty groan.

"Relax, and push," I slowed down a little.

She was shaking her head, "Oh shit, ooooh, shit."




Crossing the Line Ch. 04



"Let your ass get used to my fingers, and don't clinch up."

"Easier said than done," she said in short, choppy breaths.

"Rub your clit; that may help take your mind off the discomfort."

She put a hand between her legs, and let out a long sigh.

I could feel her fingertips touching my nuts, "How you feel now?"

"I'm feeling better."

I kept adding lube so my fingers moved in and out freely, "A few more times and then we'll got for the real thing."

She nodded her head, and began moving her hips against her fingers. I closed my eyes for a second and just enjoyed the feel of her pussy – soft, warm, and tight. But before I got too far gone, I pulled out. I poured more lube along my fingers before pulling them out, and then poured some more around her open hole.

I lined my dick to the hole, and grabbed her hips. "Here it goes," I gently push, and my tip easily slipped in. Her breathing got short and heavy again. I pushed again until I felt her clinch. "Relax and push," I said I pulled out a little, then pushed forward again. I went a little further until she clinched again. "You're almost there," I pulled back a little, then went forward again.

Tori had this soft, kind of hum going, which started to get a little louder.

"Rub your clit; you almost have it all."

She raised up on her toes, as the hum went to pitches higher.

When I was against her ass, I patted her cheeks, "That's all of it."

She let out a deep breath, and began rubbing her clit fast.

I made long slow strokes while she adjusted. I poured more lube on my dick just to make sure nothing dried off, and picked up my pace a little. Tori's body shook and I could feel her ass clinching around my dick. She gave herself an orgasm. I set the bottle down on the nearest thing I could reach, and picked up my pace a little more. "Are you liking it now?"

"Yessssss, Mr. Thomas. It feels good."

"You feel good," I went a little faster. "This young, tight, fresh ass opening up for me. Taking all of my dick."

"Fuck my ass, Mr. Thomas!"

"I am."

"Fuck it good, Daddy!"

My pace instantly increased, "Shit."

"Yesssssssss."

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Don't pull out, please!"

"Are you sure?"

"Please?"

I thrust a few more times, then released whatever load I had into her upturned ass.

Tori put her fist to her mouth to keep from screaming, but her body shook like jello all over.

When we both calmed, I slowly pulled out. She winched when the tip came out, then almost fell to her knees.

I backed up and sat down in the nearest chair, trying to catch my breath.

Jeanie and Zanora slipped back in the door, clapping their hands. "That was wonderful!" Jeanie beamed. Zanora's eyes slid down my body and rested on my pulsing dick.

I looked at them, then couldn't help laughing. They went to the bathroom, and came back without their dresses and with two small containers of water and wash clothes. Zanora went over to Tori. She helped her to a chair and began cleaning her off. Zanora knelt between my legs, and began gently washing my dick with her hands, looking up at me a few times. I looked over to see Tori leaning back with her knees under her arms. Jeanie was massaging her clit to coax my cum out of her ass.

Once Zanora had soaped and rinsed my dick, she reminded Jeanie that people were waiting. She helped me pull my pants up and get my tuxedo straight, then gave me a hug, "I'm glad you're still with us."

I left the room, and let the rest of the bridesmaids finish getting Tori ready. The facility was full; I told Cynthia I was getting Tori through some last minute jitters when she asked what the hold-up was.

Twenty minutes later we were standing arm-in-arm, waiting for the doors to the main hall to open.

"Thank you," Mr. Thomas.

And with that, I walked the woman I had just given her first anal experience to down the aisle to get married in front of 200 of her family and friends. I kissed her cheek before giving her away to Dennis and taking my seat beside Cynthia. She grabbed my hand when I sat, and whispered she has a special thank you for me later.