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Beaver Tales Pt. 01

By: Rhythm_N_Ooze



Forbidden Fruit or Care and Feeding of Amorous Beavers

Part 1

1. The Seduction

Tom scanned the room. There was a good crowd tonight. The "Passion Fruit Lounge" catered to people too old for clubs and too young for piano bars. His eyes took in the usual groupings of friends and dates. He likened himself to a hunter on the African savanna. 

To his left, fast moving antelope, people who did everything quickly. Never staying long enough in one place to form lasting attachments. Never staying on one topic for too long for fear they would become boring. 

In front the monkeys, chattering noisily and occasionally grooming their mates, straightening their hair, scratching their necks and arms and using characteristically silly pet names for each other. 

To the right the water-hole wallowers, already well on their way to nasty hangovers. 

In the distance he spied his preferred game, the susceptible beaver. She was standing next to a man, tugging on his arm. Tom advanced stealthily and listened to their primitive vocalizations.

"Come on Dan, a dance will do you good; clear your head a bit."

"Not right now Stephanie, I just need to veg a bit."

"If you veg any more you'll start to root." She replied amiably.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have let you persuade me to chug that shooter. You know how I react to vodka."

"Yes, even I feel a little woozy after that but now that my inhibitions have been lowered a little, I feel I can inflict my dancing on the world."

"Perhaps later Steph."

"Well I'm going to get a drink. Need anything?"

"No not right now."

Tom stalked her to the bar energized by her complex scent of sweat, perfume and pheromones. Tom saw more indecisive predators turn and watch her passage optimistically but yield to his obvious dominance.

Stephanie was taller than average, perhaps 5 ft 8 to 5 ft 10 in. Her naturally auburn hair framed a pretty face and fell loosely to her shoulders. There are many women who are pretty but with a hardness to their features or the set of their face that makes them less approachable. Stephanie, however had an open, more vulnerable look that attracted people to her, while she herself seemed unaware of her attraction. She was dressed in a bluish light-weight ribbed sweater that fit snugly over her well-formed breasts, showing them off seductively. She also wore a slinky black silk skirt, which was slit up the side and extended to mid thigh revealing sleek nylon clad thighs that poised gracefully, though none too steadily, on spike heeled shoes. 

She leaned on the bar and waited to get the barman's attention.

"Excuse me." Tom said. "I hope you don't think I'm being forward but I couldn't help overhearing that you wanted to dance. I would be happy to be your partner for a dance or two."

Stephanie blushed shyly, held up her ring finger and waggled it.

"I'm here with my husband, he might not approve."

"He seems like a nice person and besides I see he's a little preoccupied right now."

Stephanie looked back to her table. Her husband was talking to a scantily clad woman who was laughing at something he had said. She wondered briefly who she was then, looking back at Tom, sized him up more seriously. He was over six feet tall and good-looking in a rugged sort of way. Well-dressed, his open face betrayed none of the superficiality or sleaziness of the men who normally tried to proposition her.

"At least let me get you a drink." He said.

Stephanie glanced back at her husband who seemed to have risen out his torpor somewhat and was obviously going to be busy for a while.

"Well alright and maybe I can free up a spot on my dance card." She joked.

What could happen, she thought, she was here with her husband in a room full of people. Women are invited to dance every day without things happening to them.

Tom hailed the barman.

"Do you still have the drinks you were holding for me?"

Stephanie looked shocked and her face fell like he had poured cold water over her.

"You had this all set up?"

"No, not at all. I was supposed to meet a friend here and I ordered the drinks just before she was supposed to be here. You know, trying to be ahead of the game. But she just called to say she had been unavoidably detained and couldn't come. I just had the bartender hold them for me until she got here but it seems a shame to waste them."

"Oh," she said "sorry I just thought ... well you know, you have to be careful."

Stephanie's face relaxed noticeably.

"Don't worry about it. Sandy's a good friend, likes to dance and we come every once and a while. Tonight, however, she found a real date."

The barman brought two shooters over. Different colours of liquor were layered like a rainbow.

"What are these called?" Stephanie asked.

"They're called Rainbow Dreams ... well, bottoms up." Tom answered as he drank it off.

Stephanie lifted the glass and downed her's with one gulp. She smiled at Tom.

"That's really good." She gushed.

"Want another?"

"Sure, order me up one but I need to go to the ladies room. My treat though." She said slapping a note on the bar. Tom watched as she walked somewhat unsteadily back to the washrooms.

The woman that Tom had hired to occupy her husband was now sitting next to him, her arm over his shoulder as she tilted a glass of something into his grinning mouth.

Tom ordered more shooters and took them to a secluded table, where he withdrew a small bottle from his pocket and poured a couple of dashes into each shooter. Although she had already imbibed one measure of his ecstasy, viagra, GHB cocktail he thought that another shot should seal the deal. Ecstasy to produce a sense of intimacy, GHB to make her feel less inhibited, exhilarated, relaxed and horny and the viagra to compensate for the decrease in sensitivity caused by the GHB and to help her libido and sensuality.

He took the drinks back to the bar and looked over toward the washroom. Stephanie was trying to push past a man who seemed to be harassing her. Tom carried the glasses across to her and said "Is there a problem here?" to the man. The man turned and seeing Tom's size backed away ungraciously. Stephanie was sobbing. Tom put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him, pressing her breasts against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.

"He, he ... was trying to get me to go out to his car with him, trying to pick me up like some ... you know ... hooker. He was disgusting."

"It's OK now. He's gone now." Tom said, his mouth almost touching her ear. 

It had been ten minutes since her shooter and she was beginning to exhibit some effects of his drug cocktail. His light breath on her ear wakened instinctive thrills in the pit of her stomach and spontaneous stiffening of her increasingly sensitive nipples which dimpled her sweater as she drew away.

"Here, drink this, it will make you feel better."

She gulped down her shooter as Tom drank his and then appreciatively raised her mouth and kissed him impulsively on the lips. Then blushed profusely.

"That was sweet Stephanie, thanks."

"No, thank you for saving me from the lech."

The band started to play an up-tempo waltz.

"Let's dance." He declared as he steered her toward the dance area. Already other customers were dipping and swirling and Tom interlaced his fingers with Stephanie's, put a hand on the small of her back, pulled her tightly against his chest and spun her into the melee.

He liked starting with a fast tune because it raised the heart rate and accelerated the diffusion of the drugs into the system. As they moved around the floor he sensed a gradual change in her propriety and reserve. Her cheek, a little flushed, rested comfortably against his and he could occasionally feel her lips rub innocently yet oh so seductively against his neck. His hand which had now dropped to the top of her rump, tentatively gripped it and he was delighted to feel her wriggle immodestly against it

.

The dance ended and the band struck up a slow air. Tom drew Stephanie close, his hand now secure upon one globe of her bottom, cautiously stroked it. His warm breath played over her ear lobe which she found to be comforting though curiously stimulating. Pulling her in tightly with his free hand, their thighs and stomachs brushed against each other as they moved. She inhaled sharply as his lips brushed against her earlobe tickling it. But surprisingly, she did not feel imposed upon, rather she felt pleased with her ability to accept his intimacy maturely as a friend. She found the boldness of just letting herself go like this quite liberating. Tom heard a soft sigh as his tongue painted a wet trail along her earlobe and kissed her neck just below the ear. She looked up at him her eyes expressive with an astonished thrill of sensuality and smiled endearingly. Her head fell back to his shoulder and she whispered.

"Thanks for helping me back there. I was really scared."

"It was nothing." He whispered mysteriously.

Half-way through their fourth dance she whispered breathlessly.

"You're a very good dancer. I like dancing with you. I'm glad you asked me. Dan will dance with me but he's not very enthusiastic, but with you I feel a connection. That you do it because you like it"

"That's good Stephanie because I see you are very enthustiastic and I really like how you move with me. I like the feel of you against me. How you connect with me."

His mouth moved close to her ear again and he breathed on it before continuing.

"I like how our bodies move against each other, how we flow in unison, like we were made for each other. Dancing is kind of like making love don't you think? Two bodies wedded together, moving in unison, striving for that sublime climax when we both achieve our needs."

She squeaked as he twirled her so that she was leaning back against him and felt his hand push against her dress, casually sliding down the front of her skirt, his fingers encountering the waistband of her panties. She craned back at him, her face flushing hotly as he twirled her back to face him again.

"That's beautiful. Did you make that up?"

"Yes, it's a theory I have about the use of dance in courting rituals. You see it in the mating rituals of birds, but I think humans have forgotten it's power."

Stephanie blushed and lowered her eyes. The combination of drugs had placed her in an almost dreamlike state where she felt like just an observer of things taking place in a dream.

Meanwhile, Tom had skillfully piloted them to a corridor where they were out of sight of other patrons. Stephanie seemed unaware and untroubled by her growing vulnerability. Tom steered her to a wall, pressing his body against hers as he ground his hips against her. He swept her around and pressed her bum against the adjacent wall, his chest crushed against her breasts as his hips surged against hers.

"You are just like a dream person. You are not real. This isn't happening. In a moment I am going to open my eyes and find out I was day-dreaming" She whispered as his hands glided up the backs of her legs sliding the hem of her dress up until they cupped the firm globes of her buttocks, his hands separated from her soft flesh by only the insubstantial protection of her satin panties and commenced kneading them. With her pinned against the wall this way he easily wedged her legs apart, facilitating a covert path to the more impressionable, impassioned and sensitive areas between her thighs. 

With his path readied for penetration into more hot and sticky territories. Tom hugged her close, her stiff nipples pressing against his chest, and gripped the inside of each thigh from the back so that the back of fingers pressed against the delicate bulge of her pubis. As they danced, he pressed the backs of his hands together, squeezing her bulging vulva inside her skimpy black panties. 

They danced this way for some time, Stephanie completely oblivious to the fact that the music had stopped some minutes ago. 

Then Tom asked her a question.

"Stephanie, I know you like me but what do you like most about me?"

Stephanie looked up at him entranced and flirtatiously pushed her hips against his and rotated them sensually.

"I love dancing with you" She gasped.

"But I think you are beginning to find other things to like, aren't you?"

Her eyes fell coyly. She knew he was creating the dream but she didn't want it to end yet.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Show me." He whispered. "Show me what you want."

She looked down at the cleft between her breasts and knew what he wanted from her but she was shy. But in dreams, things happen that you don't expect and she tentatively took his hand and used it to touch the bare skin on the top of her breast.

"You mean like this?" She asked flirtatiously.

"I know you want to please me and it will be alright if you lift up your sweater so I can see them better, Steph."

Stephanie looked almost schoolgirlish as she glanced around to make sure no-one was watching before lifting her tight sweater to reveal a half cup black brassiere topped with bulging boobs. Tom cupped them gently and then pulled her sweater down.

"Is that it?" He asked. "Is that the limit of your imagination. Or is there something else, hidden depths, hidden slippery depths to your needs. Something else you want to show off to me. Something you have never revealed so publicly to anyone. Something you know I will want to love deeply."

She gave him a shy look and raised the front of her dress so that he could see her black panties.

"Are they damp?"

This time with a little less hesitation she took his hand and placed it on the front of her panties. Tom cupped her bulging vulva and squeezed it lightly, pressing his fingers against the portal to her inner sanctum. A small wet spot appeared on the fabric.

"You want me to do that didn't you, Steph? You want to prove to me how excited you are."

She stared into his eyes and nodded modestly.

"I think you are ready for more a more physical form of dancing. Come Stephanie, I have a special place for us where we can dance away from all the noise and bustle."

He danced her to a door and opened it. They stepped inside and Tom locked the door behind them.

Beaver Tales Pt. 02



Forbidden Fruit or Care and Feeding of Amorous Beavers

Part 2

2. The Consummation 

The room was dark and Tom leaned down and kissed her while his hand once again located her panties and stroked his fingers down the distinct groove that had formed between her labia. 

With sweaty hands he lifted her sweater off, unfastened her bra and dropped them both to the floor. Then he unzipped her skirt and let it fall, unhooked her garter belt and stripped off her stockings before finally peeling her panties off. When he switched on the light, she stood in front of him, magnificent in her nakedness. She blushed everywhere as she sensed his eyes ogling every part of her.

A couch sat in the centre of the room.

"Kneel on the couch Steph. Widen your thighs. Touch yourself. Pretend you are the star of a movie."

Stephanie needed no pressure and placed her fingers against the bottom of her vulva and began to squeeze and rotate her labia, making the lips widen. Tom extracted a minicam from his pocket and began to film.

"Show me the pink inside Steph."

Stephanie placed a finger on each side of the slit and widened them to reveal a delicate rose pink gash. When her fingers drew away her slit was fringed with protruding labia. Her bum-hole was tight and flawless with no evidence of hemorrhoids that young mothers often have.

Holding the cam in one hand Tom moved behind her.

"Let me touch you Stephanie."

Tom placed his fingers on the junction and slid them up her slit. She was pleasingly wet. His fingers pressed against her clitoris, to which she groaned erotically. He slipped a finger inside her sopping vagina and elicited another groan as it entered her completely. Tom turned her and had her sit facing him while he filmed her playing with herself.

"Play with your breasts as well Steph."

She was obviously very turned on now. Her clitoris was visibly extended and she started to penetrate herself with her finger.

"Use the finger that has your wedding ring on Steph. Get your juice on the wedding ring. Good."

Her finger flashed in and out of her soaking slit and then she played again with her clitoris and breasts.

"I want to see that ring finger inside you again. That's good. Now hold your hand out."

Tom took hold of her hand and easily removed the wedding ring from her slippery finger.

"See how easily your wedding ring comes off when you are really hot. How easy it comes off when you are with your secret lover. I'm going to suck your ring and taste your hot sauce on it. Uhm that's good. I think I'll hang on to this for a while because while you wear this wedding ring it expresses enslavement of your soul, a barrier to achieving total love . Once you remove it you free yourself from restriction, remove the barrier to liberty and opens you to love, to receive love and to make love at the highest level. 

While you are ringless and with me you are totally unrestricted. Single again, unrestrained, spontaneous, impulsive and completely available. You are uncommitted, unmarried and at liberty to share your love with everyone again. Now bring your legs back up to your chest Steph. Open your slit again. Great. Now my turn."

Tom kneeled down between her legs and kissed her pussy stirring a little scream from her.

"Oh I've never had this happen before. Dan says it is gross." Her voice lowered. "He says it smells fishy."

"It smells like the ocean. It is very erotic. But, how do you like it?" Tom asked as he came up for air.

"Oh I like it, yes. Can you ...?"

"Of course, " Tom answered, "that is the whole point."

Then with a gasp she began to cum. Tom kept up his manipulation and she jiggled and humped for almost two minutes before she subsided.

"Oh God, " she said "that was so... so... intense. I can't remember going off like that before and so quickly."

Tom removed his pants and underwear and sat beside her.

"Come and sit on my lap Steph."

Stephanie sat with her legs side-saddle on his lap as Tom pulled her forward and kissed her.

"You are so beautiful Stephanie. So innocent and sexy. Look at this clitoris all hard and eager. Hold my cock Steph and give me a hand job."

She positively beamed with his praise as she grasped his cock in her hand. While she worked he questioned her.

"Stephanie, you remember the man outside the washroom who harassed you, what exactly did he do."

"He was waiting when I came out of the ladies room and prevented me from passing. He said 'So, missus, what are you doing later tonight.' I told him I would be going home with my husband."

"Oh, you mean the one that you've abandoned for the cute guy at the bar."

"I have done no such thing. He's just a dance partner."

"I bet I can tell what sort of dancing you do, slut, dirty dancing."

The man's face came close to her's and he pressed against her erotically.

"Get away from me you pervert." She cried.

"I'll bet you are a hot one."

"Leave me alone."

"You know wifey, I like this kind of dress your wearing. I really like the slit up the side."

The man pressed against her again and slipped his hand inside her skirt and grazed her pussy. Stephanie shoved him away violently.

"You're going to come with me, lady. I've got a car outside and a hotel room booked at the Hilton. When you go home tomorrow to hubby you will be bow legged from what I'm going to do to you. I've got a gun in this pocket now get moving."

"Then you came up and scared him off. I was so scared and you were so calming. I wanted to give you a kiss but I was afraid that Dan would see and get the wrong idea."

"The wrong idea?"

"Yes, that we were you know doing something else when you were only helping me."

"And how did you feel when we hugged."

"I felt warm and safe, relaxed. I felt like I could trust you and not feel embarrassed by my reaction. It's funny I've never felt so close to someone I've just met before."

She blushed.

"What reaction?"

"I knew..., I thought... you could tell how my body stiffened. Well not exactly my whole body."

Tom ran his finger tips over her tense nipples.

"You mean this part of your body."

"Yes, I've never had that happen like that before, not with a stranger, but then you didn't seem like a stranger. It was so... so... tempting. I was glad when you hugged me harder because it hid me from everybody but also it made the feeling so much more intense. Like now when you do that."

Tom's cock was beginning to dribble slightly.

"Do you and Dan make love a lot."

"Not a lot but at least once a week ... probably average."

"And you have no children?"

"No, Dan says we're not ready yet."

"So you are on the pill."

"No, Dan wears a condom."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty nine, almost thirty."

"And how long have you been married?"

"Seven years."

"And you have only been with Dan?"

"Yes."

"Never been tempted to fool around?"

"Only when I play with myself, sometimes I think of other people."

"Well there's always a first time. Swivel around and sit on my cock."

Stephanie kneeled over his cock and slowly lowered herself onto Tom's cock.

"Oh God, " she burbled "it's so beau...tiful...so... ooh... I'm.........aaarrrr..."

Stephanie lowered herself more rapidly onto his shaft and then with an inarticulate cry humped wildly on his cock as she climaxed noisily. Tom could feel her vagina clenching and releasing him deliriously as her body was wracked with uncontrolled shudders. Her passion was irresistible and Tom could feel his cock leaking into her vagina. Tom rolled her to her back on the couch, pulled her hips to the edge and pushed her legs back to her chest.

"Did you like that Stephanie?"

"Oh yes, but ... but did you...?"

"Did I cum in you?"

"Yes, I'm not on the pill. I could ..."

"Shhh, it will be alright. When did you have your last period?"

Stephanie thought for a moment.

"Just over a week ago."

"Ah, so that's why you are so passionate. Don't worry I won't do anything you don't want to do. That's right hold your legs up."

Stephanie almost fainted when his cock re-entered her.

"I didn't cum in you but I would like to cum in you Stephanie if you let me. You would like that wouldn't you."

"I can't, I could get pregnant."

Tom slid his cock slowly in and out of her slick vagina drawing soft whimpers from Stephanie.

"You like this, don't you Steph?"

"Yes, yes I like it."

"Do you want me to keep doing this. I can stop if you are too worried about me cumming inside you"

"Yes, keep doing it you can pull out when you need to cum."

"You want to cum for me again don't you?"

"Yes I like to cum. I want to cum."

"Remember I won't cum in you unless you want me to. Hold your legs tight, I want you to move with me Steph. Help me to make you cum."

Stephanie's hips began to anticipate his thrusts and respond to them.

"That's good Stephanie keep doing that."

Her breathing was now punctuated by periods of rapid puffing. Tom could tell by the increasingly rapid and insistent twitching of her hips that her climax was close.

"Do you want me to stop Steph."

"No, no, no please, it's so close" She begged.

"But I might cum in you."

"I ... I ... don't want I... can't ... I ... oh God ... I can feel it coming ... I ... I ... oh please, please...."

"I think I'm going to cum in you Stephanie, do you want me to stop?"

"Oh god I don't ... I need to... I must ..."

"I want to give you an orgasm Stephanie but I might cum inside you. So you must tell me that it's all right if I accidentally cum inside you Stephanie."

"Yes, it's just a dream right?. I want to cum so bad."

Tom increased his pace and Stephanie arched her back and violently thrust against him her body shuddering uncontrollably. Tom couldn't hold back and shot string after string of semen deep into her. Stephanie's vagina convulsed and squeezed his cock as her cervical os expanded and contracted sucking his semen deep into her womb. 

After consummation, she lay still for several minutes recovering from the intensity of her release. Tom's minicam which had captured Stephanie's passionate acceptance now recorded the bubbling semen that escaped her still swollen vagina and trickled down her perineum and across her crinkled anus.

"I think we should go back now Stephanie, before your husband begins to wonder."

"It's just a dream, " she whispered, " I know you're just a dream."

"Put on your clothes Stephanie. That's a good girl. One leg in the right stocking the other in the left. No you don't need that Steph." He said pocketing her bra. "Or those." He followed up with, as he also pocketed her panties. As she stood up another gush of semen escaped captivity.

"Here let me help you clean up." He said as he kneeled between her thighs and licked it off the red hair that covered her pubis. His tongue slipped inside and began to tickle her clitoris. Stephanie balanced herself by holding his head but didn't try to stop this invasion. In seconds she was rocking back and forth, luxuriating in the sensations before her synapses fired again. Tom helped her back into dress and shoes. Although slightly rumpled, she looked wonderful and extraordinarily seductive. He cupped her breasts and jiggled them.

"See, you don't need a bra for these beautiful firm tits."

Stephanie felt a frisson of excitement from both the casual intimacy of his caresses and how by making her give up her most intimate garments he had altered her self-image so that she thought herself as being a little audacious and very turned on.

As they walked over to Dan she felt sure that everyone knew that she wasn't wearing her panties and bra and that she had just been "well fucked" - did she think those words - could they tell by how she looked? They finally arrived at the table. Dan was alone. Tom said.

"Your wife is a wonderful dancer I really had fun with her."

Stephanie blushed hotly.

"I wondered where you had got to."

"Oh we were just at the end of the dance floor trying to keep out of the way of people."

"Well you look like you had a good time." Dan said. "You seem more lively somehow."

"It's probably just the colour in my cheeks."

"Yes, you're probably right. Thanks a lot for dancing with her. I'm not much of a dancer myself."

"Well any time. Stephanie is a really good dancer."

He bent down and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"See you again sometime."

Tom, the hunter, walked slowly away from them. The biggest thrill was sometimes not so much the conquest as the seduction.



Beaver Tales Pt. 03



Forbidden Fruit or Care and Feeding of Amorous Beavers

Part 3

3. Stephanie's Dream 

The last vodka had dulled the edge of her hesitance. It was now time to dance. Already a couple of guys had solicited her but had been brushed off. It was time for Dan to get off his fat ass and dance.

"Ok, Dan you said you would dance later and now is later."

"I don't know Steph that last vodka you made me drink has gone straight to my head. I doubt I could even stand."

Stephanie was disappointed. Well if he wasn't going to dance with her maybe she was brave enough to dance with someone else, someone willing to dance with her. It looked like there were some available dancers at the bar.

"Well I'm going to go to the bar. Do you need something."

"Not right now Steph. I think I'll wait a while."

Stephanie was annoyed. Dan knew she liked to dance surely he could have danced a couple of dances. She clicked her way to bar, scanning it for potential not too vacuous partners with one tracked minds. 

As she approached the bar, a mellow baritone voice addressed her. She turned to a man who was tall and moderately handsome. He had apparently heard her talking to Dan and wanted to dance with her. Now that she was confronted with someone to dance with she became shy. She had never actually invited someone to dance with her before and this man seemed dangerous. Not in a violent way, more of a roguish kind of way. 

When she refused, he had been gracious and had offered her a drink, a drink he had been saving for his dance partner. He seemed so genuine and so disappointed about his partners bail-out that she found herself feeling sorry for him and if he danced regularly he was probably a good partner. She might not have accepted the drink if she had not been just a little bit inebriated and just a little bit taken by his candour and charm. She accepted the drink, which was different and which defrosted her reticence. 

When he looked at her that way she seemed transfixed, reassured, aflutter, like a young mare picked out of the herd by the stallion for personal attention. She felt her face warm and her nipples tightened excitably as she excused herself to go the bathroom. In the bathroom she sat on the toilet and tried to examine her emotions logically, but all she could think of was the effect of his eyes. How they had captured hers and triggered a cascade of emotional arousal. She felt like an immature schoolgirl again. 

Staring at her panties that puddled between her legs she focused on the two inch circle of dampness that graphically displayed her arousal.

"Oh god, " she thought "how could I?"

An adulterous shiver caught her.

"Just one dance " her mind told her "and then no more."

But her heart indicated otherwise. 

She remembered another time where she was seated just like this, at Lenny's house. Lenny, her first boyfriend. They had been dating for almost a month when he invited her to his house. His parents were away for the evening and he invited her over to watch videos. All day she had been flustered. She had arrived at 6:00 p.m. He had persuaded her to play a drinking game. By the time she understood the rules she had finished three beers. She was unused to alcohol, her parents weren't really big drinkers. 

After three beers she was beginning to feel light-headed and disoriented. She couldn't concentrate on the plot of the movie and Lenny started to kiss her, which had its usual effect of raising her ardour. After another two beers she had to pee. She sat in the bathroom much as she was now and stared at the wet stain on her panties. When Len's parents came home at 12:00 am they found her and Len in bed. 

His parents were so liberal they didn't even care. Lenny was too out of it to know what was happening so his parents dressed her, his father clumsily helping her with her bra and panties.

She remembered to this day, Lenny's parents talking in the next room.

"So," said Lenny's mother, "do you think they did it?" "Oh yes, he nailed her good. I got a good feel while I was dressing her and she was still leaking cum. And those tight breasts she has. Her nipples stood stiff like soldiers as soon as I touched them. Man what I would give to slip my cock into her tight cunt."

"Maybe Lenny will give you a turn next time he makes her."

"Oh man, would I like that. Riding bareback in a young girl is the best. Do you think she was on the pill?"

"It's possible but given her enebriated state maybe not."

They drove her home. 

When she woke up the next morning her bed sheet sported a pinkish stain that confirmed her worst fears and reminded her that Lenny had not worn protection. It was her last date with Len. For weeks she was terrified that she might be pregnant. Normally she hated having her period but when it eventually came, about a week late, she was ecstatic. But, she had never felt that profoundly exquisite teenage flush of excitement again, until now. 

She remembered nothing about her debut into womanhood and even though sex with Dan was fun, she missed the intensity of passion she experienced as a girl and wondered what her first experience would have been like had she been sober. Now here she was, as skittish and excited as a young girl on her first date. She chewed on her hair nervously, something she hadn't done for years. Well, she was going to need to get herself under control. 

She stood up and pulled her panties up. She primped in front of the mirror for a few minutes and reapplied her make-up. When she opened the door and saw the man standing at the bar she felt the tickle of desire emanate from her chest to her genitalia. She fixed his position and started walking. She felt a bump and a short man smiled indecently. His hand stroked her bottom and then with a quick motion he separated the slit of her skirt, inserted his hand and squeezed her mound.

"Uhm, damp black panties. Yummy."

"Get away from me you pervert."

"I don't think so honey. Someone as cute and primed as you needs to be serviced right away. So you just get moving or I'll show you that the lump in my pants isn't just a stiff cock. When your husband gets you back tomorrow evening it won't be the same innocent broad he brought here today....

"Is this man bothering you."

Stephanie almost fainted with relief to hear the baritone voice behind her.

"Take off lover boy. She's with me." Said the sleazeball.

Tom stepped up to the shorter man and said.

"Just back away from the lady, scumbag and if I were you I'd be thinking about leaving just about now."

The sleazeball backed away and looked like he was going to say something.

"Don't say it," Tom said "because then I will really have to do something about you."

The man scowled but backed off. Stephanie felt a rush of gratitude and tenderness towards Tom and put her arms around him impulsively and kissed him immoderately on the lips. Tom held her close, mashing his lips against hers and encouraging her to greater intimacy. When she retreated, her lipstick was smeared and her face tinged pink with excitement. 

She felt dreamy, unreal. She couldn't remember being so precious and so anxious for someone's approval. She took the drink from Tom and downed it in a gulp and then as if to emphasize her acceptance raised her mouth to Tom's again and kissed him quite immodestly.

The music started and Tom swept her onto the floor his cheek pressed against hers. She was transfixed, lost in a dream, oblivious to anything except the music, Tom's scent and the sensation of his body grinding against hers. She was impossibly happy and energized. The music slowed and now she felt his lips against her ear. His breath exciting her as his tongue tickled her. 

They were now as one, their stomachs caressed, her pubic mound eagerly bumped against his, her breasts felt heavy and restrained as they pressed against his chest. They danced and danced until she felt that she would embarrass herself. But finally he steered her into a safe place. She whispered to him.

"You are a good dancer."

He kissed her tenderly and told her how beautiful she was, how desirable, how he loved her smell, her face, her body. She was swept up in his praise. He pressed her against a wall and caressed her bottom.

"Do you love me." He asked.

She was frightened to tell him how she felt.

"Yes."

"You must prove your love for me Stephanie." He said.

"How can I prove it." She asked passionately.

"You know Stephanie. Prove your love for me."

She lifted his hand and placed it against her breast.

"Do you like this?"

"Are they soft.?"

"Oh yes they are soft."

"Prove it."

She lifted her sweater up and placed his hand on her bra.

"Prove it."

She pulled her breasts out of their protective sheath and placed his hand on one.

"They are beautiful Stephanie but you must do more to prove your love."

"I want to. What do you want?"

"Offer them to me, Stephanie. Tell me what you want me to do with them. What do you want me to do to you?"

"Please," she whispered "I feel so ... young." She reached out her hand and pulled it against her taut nipple. "But I want it, I want you to love me."

"To love you? I already love you."

"To really love me."

She took his hand and steered it inside her skirt and placed it against her skimpy panties.

"You are wet Stephanie. Do you want me to love you here?"

"Yes, you made me like this. Do you want to see what you have done?"

"Yes."

Stephanie took the top of her panties and lowered them to her thighs revealing her swollen and pouting vulva. The hairs were matted with her female lubricant. Tom squeezed her and she almost climaxed. His finger traced the seam of her sex and then pressed inside her vagina. "You want me to do more than kiss you, don't you. Don't be shy you can tell me."

"Yes, I want you to ... to..."

"You can say it Stephanie. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to ... to ...love."

"No not love Steph."

"Want you to m... m... make love ... t ...to me."

"That's good Stephanie, because we will dance the horizontal samba until your passion consumes your senses."

Tom led her to a room, she walking like a duck with her panties round her knees and he leading her with a finger hooked into her wet vagina. The room she was let into was dark. It felt like a dream as he traced the seam of vulva and massaged her super-sensitive clitoris. He lifted her sweater up and removed it. Then her bra was unhooked and allowed to fall away. His fingers and lips toyed with her erect nipples before he unzipped her skirt and let it fall, closely followed by her panties and nylons. The light came on and she watched his eyes embrace her body.

"Turn sideways Stephanie ... good ... remember Stephanie remember your first boyfriend how he made you feel. How did you feel about your first sexual experience?"

"I don't remember much. I was drunk. He didn't use a condom and I was scared for weeks. I was disappointed I wanted it to be special but it was just ... nothing."

"So this will be like it should have been your first time. This time you will want to do it over and over to relive the excitement. You will remember this time forever. It will be the yardstick which you hold every other experience to. Walk to me Stephanie and remove my clothes. Show me how much you need me. But first you need to show me what you do when you are alone. Sit on the couch."

Stephanie was sure she was bewitched in a dream that she didn't want to escape. She looked at the man, her lover. Light radiated around him. She could not focus on his face. It all felt so spiritual and magical like a very vivid dream. Her beloved commanded and possessed her. When he held out his arms to her she floated not ran to him. 

Without a word he indicated that she should disrobe him. And it seemed natural to her that she should be naked in this domain. His clothes fell away from him as he caressed each tender and agitated part of her body. At last they were as nature intended. She ogled his manhood that rose from the root of his belly. She knew now that she was so inexperienced, realizing that despite her experience with Dan and Lenny she had never appreciated the depth of emotion that could be inspired by the sight of a naked lover and knowing that he wanted her, wanted her completely. 

He wanted her to accept his will, his love and his instruction and guidance. As she realized all of this she held his manhood against her belly. Lenny's cock she could not remember and Dan's though average in size was diminished in comparison to this. Her hand measured it to two hands and a half in length with a corresponding width. She knew she must prostrate herself before him, obey his commandments and if she was worthy would receive her reward.

She eagerly posed for him on the couch touching her inflamed and turgid breasts. Her fingers found her sex slippery and ripe for penetration. She was so hot, she caressed her clitoris in a haze. She opened her eyes and Tom was kneeling between her thighs. His hand reached out and began to stroke the velvety lips of her vulva. As her ardour rose, fingers slipped inside her vagina and began to pump in and out. 

Yes beloved, she thought, yes. In minutes she felt the climax rise through her. He pulled her to his knee and began to caress her breasts. His touch was irresistible. Her nipples were as stiff as little stones and as sensitive as her clitoris. And then he did it. He turned her to him and lowered her onto his cock. It stretched the mouth of her pussy tight and she felt her cockpit stretch and stimulate her. Her stomach rippled as his cock filled her. 

She moved on him her breasts bouncing as she rebounded from his belly. His cock shimmered, coated liberally with her sacramental oils, baptized in her font. It was a matter of very few minutes before she felt her body acknowledge his mastery and she groaned wantonly as she came. 

Her lover rolled her to her back and began to pound into her, her belly rippling with each thrust, her legs pushed back to her shoulders. Her breasts undulated wildly as their tempo mounted. Again she shuddered out her approval and now she rested on hand and knees as his cock pounded into her his hips slapping against her full bottom. Her pussy was splayed wantonly her clitoris stiff and eager and then he came. Jet after jet of his semen splashed into her. 

His sperm eager to achieve their design, swam up to and finally through her cervix and into the warm confines of her uterus. Tom marveled at her wetness, a testament to her youthfulness. In fact, she was barely out of her twenties, a prize of great value. Her lover now helped her dress but displayed his control of her by convincing her to relinquish her panties and bra and return to the dance floor for a last dance. Her tits jiggled loosely and she was sure everyone was looking at her, that they could tell she had no panties on. Thank God she thought that this is only a dream.

4. The Patsy Ploy

Dan hoped that Stephanie wouldn't ask him to dance. He wasn't very good and he was feeling quite squiffy from the drinks they had drunk. When she had left to go to the bar he had secretly hoped that she might find someone there to dance with. He watched her walking away and was again taken with her poise. A man approached her at the bar. Suddenly a hand caressed his cheek.

"Hi."

A beautiful woman smiled down at him.

"You look a little lonely sitting here."

"I'm here with my wife."

"Yes, I saw her. She's very pretty. But then, so are you."

Dan flushed. People didn't think he was pretty did they?

"I brought you a beer."

"I ..."

"Come on, look at your wife she is talking to that nice man at the bar she will be fine."

She sat down and made it clear that she was interested in him. A delicate perfume rose from the cleft of her breasts and Dan couldn't keep his eyes from her ample boobs that jiggled unrestrained in her blouse.

"She leaned over to him."

"It's ok you can look. Touch them if you want."

Her hand rested on his thigh and kneaded it carelessly. Dan looked toward his wife she was talking animatedly with the man at the bar. The woman's lips brushed his cheek as her breasts passed below his face. Stephanie was going to the bathroom. She didn't even look his way. He cupped the woman's breast.

"We shouldn't..."

"Shush, " she said, "it's ok. By the way my name is Jewel. What's yours?"

"Dan." He groaned

She squeezed his crotch familiarly. Then with a flourish, unzipped him and slipped her hand inside.

"Oh God, " he said, "people will see."

"Look around you. Look at them and see whether they will notice."

Dan glanced around. At the next table he could see the man's hand under his date's dress. Her eyes were closed and she rocked back and forth erotically, emitting occasional gasps. Looking closer he could see that her hand was locked around his cock and was milking him blatantly.

Stephanie was dancing with the man. They seemed to be enjoying it. He certainly looked like he was enjoying himself with his hand on his wife's tush. But he was surprised that Stephanie didn't seem to mind especially when his face nestled against her ear. He felt a prickle of jealousy as he watched the man blatantly slide his hands over her buttocks. And then he felt his own partner's fingers pluck his cock from its nest and squeeze it eagerly and his eyes were drawn back.

"Watch your wife dancing while I play with your cock. See she is happy dancing. I think she'll be ready for more dancing when you take her home. Watch how her body moves. How attractive she is. How she teases him with her body, impresses him with her assets. Let me sit on your lap. That's right just let it slide in.."

Jewel gyrated slowly on him, exciting him in ways he had not experienced in years. He glanced over at Stephanie. She seemed a little inebriated, her head was resting on his shoulder. His attention was reclaimed by Jewel as she began to squeeze his cock tighter and move faster. It was too much for him to withstand and he released his load into her.

"That's right Dan let it go."

As he subsided, his cock slid out of her and again she began to stimulate it. He was entranced. Again he glanced at the dance floor but couldn't see Stephanie.

"It's OK she will be dancing for a while yet. She seems so happy."

Dan thought that Jewel could see her, but Jewel had watched Tom maneuver her into a secluded area. He was hard again and slipping inside Jewel's slippery honey pot. He was raised out of his intoxication much much later when Jewel said.

"Here they come, back from their dancing."

Dan watched his wife walking toward him. Her dancing partner by her side. She smiled at Dan as she approached walking stiffly. Dan barely heard what the man said as he complimented her dancing. Stephanie seemed distracted yet her slight flush made her seem excited.

"We should go I think." He said automatically. "Nice to meet you." He fired at both Tom and Jewel.

Jewel smiled seductively and reached her hand out to take his. When it retracted he was holding a slip of paper. Stephanie turned to her erstwhile partner and gave him a peck on the cheek and murmured.

"Thanks."

Tom brazenly stroked her belly, pressing more firmly against her pubis, as he reciprocated.

Tom and Jewel watched them walk out unsteadily before they turned to each other.

"That went well I think." Tom said.

"Yes. She certainly had that Cheshire cat look of sexual satisfaction. Will you see her again?"

Tom fished her wedding ring out of his pocket.

"Oh yes," he responded, "she seems to have lost her ring. And you?"

"He was better than I expected. I think we have a date next Tuesday - poker night."

"Poker or poking?"

"Poke her, I think." _________

Stephanie slowly slipped her dress off and looked at herself in the mirror.




Beaver Tales Pt. 03



"What a dream." She thought.

She stared at her naked slit, puffy and red. Her pubic hair was matted and a little sticky.

"You would almost think it was real." She mused. "I must have been very turned on."

Everything now seemed unreal in her head. All she knew was that the dreamlike memories had stimulated her again and her fingers slid inside her vulva and gently stroked her clit.

5. A Shock for Stephanie

It was almost three weeks later, Stephanie lay on her bed, her fingers rubbing furiously across her clitoris, her fantasies fuelled yet again by her dream lover's advances, Dan was out at his regular poker game and wouldn't be home till after midnight. The door bell rang.

"Damn, " she thought, "who could that be?"

She pulled on her dressing gown and went to the front door and opened it. As she saw who it was she almost fainted. Tom pushed the door open and slid inside, grasped her so she didn't fall and sought her lips with his. Stephanie feebly protested, though his mouth pressed against hers and the memories it evoked, produced an irresistible urge to yield to his embrace.

"No, " she finally said "Dan..."

"Is at poker." Tom completed.

"You are not real. You are a dream, a fantasy." She protested.

Tom pulled her ring out of his pocket.

"Remember this? You gave it to me, remember? See how it is still coated with your dried up cum."

Tom had maneuvered her to the couch and sat her down with bump, which allowed the bathrobe to part and reveal her soft breasts and the dark delta of fur between her thighs. He opened her bathrobe, which she half-heartedly tried to prevent, to reveal her nakedness.

"Yes, just as I remembered. I have been anxious to hold these twenty nine year-old beauties again."

His hand cupped her breasts firmly as she gasped uncontrollably. He pulled the bathrobe off her shoulders, then off her arms and threw it to one side. 

"First, a trip down memory lane." 

Out of his pocket he drew a few small bottles and two glasses. He poured a portion of each bottle into the glasses, recreating the Rainbow Dream creation she had last sampled at the club, complete with the ecstasy, GHB, viagra supplement along, this time, with a dash of PT-141 he had acquired from a local research lab.

"Drink up." He said as he handed it to her and waited until she had downed it.

He kneeled beside the couch and touched his lips to hers as his pants magically disappeared and he pushed her legs back to her chest and then with an eager growl slid his cock inside her already primed cunt. She wanted to tell him she couldn't be unfaithful this way, that he should wear a condom, that he could make her pregnant. She wanted to tell him to stop, but in truth she really couldn't. What she really wanted was him to love her, to love her as he had done before. She realized that she had never felt so responsive as when she felt his cock inside her. She gasped, just like she had before. That time he had cum inside her, his semen squirting into her reckless body and she, finally urging him to do it. 

She knew he was going to do it again, had to do it again, and she was willing to submit. His cock filled her completely and she could feel it pressing against her cervix. His energetic thrusts were stimulating her memories as well as her libido and she felt the building explosion growing inside her. Unable to resist his seduction she heaved against his stiffness, feeling her climax mounting moment by moment and then when she reached her highest pitch, her culmination of passion, her acme of pleasure, her final virginal consummation. 

She cried out in a voice tinged with both unbridled lust and surrender, her body convulsing wildly as her vagina clutched at his root. His cock exploded into her, splashing over her cervix and coating her sheath with a slippery primer, for this was just a taste of what her next few hours would be like. Her cervix convulsed spontaneously, sucking up the abundance of semen into her womb, diligent in its appointed task until had absorbed all it could. Stephanie lay back exhausted, surprised at her vigour, her pussy still tingling from its erotic employment. But, she had no time to relax, Tom lowered his mouth to her vulva and kissed it. His tongue sought out her ultra sensitive clitoris eliciting soft fervent whimpers, her hands clutching the back of his head and pulling it tight. Tom pulled back a bit and looked at her vulva. Already her inner labia had darkened as blood congested them. He lowered his mouth to her sensitive spots. He inserted a finger completely inside her cum coated vagina and circled it. Two fingers easily entered her already expanded orifice. As the pressure of his tongue increased against her clitoris so too did the pressure of her hands on his head. 

He could feel her hips rise to his touch and he introduced a third finger inside her which prompted rapid upward jerks of her hips. He withdrew a finger and inserted it into her anus which she, at first, shied from, but quickly accepted, tacitly approving by again pushing her hips up firmly until digits were firmly embedded in both passageways and he was able to pump them in and out more easily. And then she came, noisily and immodestly. For almost three minutes her thighs convulsed, her breasts jiggled, her hips rose and fell as Tom's tongue refused to be un-seated and his fingers plumbed her depths. At last Stephanie returned to earth. Tom whispered to her.

"See, you were really were a virgin. That is what your first time should have been like. But tonight you are a virgin no more. Tonight is going to be a celebration of your blossoming sexuality. From today you are a woman. A beautiful woman, a sexual woman with needs that cannot be ignored. No longer a girl who has sex with her husband just because it is expected but a woman who makes love, who willingly gives herself up to all manner of sexual experimentation with her lover. A woman who is able to freely widen her experience and her legs to all manner of new pleasures and joy. Come, it is time to go upstairs."

For the next four hours, Stephanie lived an erotic dream. After each adulterous consummation, her lust was re-kindled. She was kept in a constant state of intense desire, a form of nymphomania that goaded her into ever more debauched behaviour to please her lover and to satisfy her own voracious need for the feel of his cock inside her and the pressure of his body pressing on her. Preoccupied with her pleasure her worries about possible pregnancy were far from her mind. Although, only this morning she had wondered. 

For some days now she had been expecting her period and becoming suspicious of its delay. and she, of course, was so horny all the time. For almost three weeks she had masturbated every day and some days ... like today, for example ... more. She had masturbated in the washroom at work and then twice when she got home.

Now, they were laying side by side his fingers again playing over her clitoris, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm. She couldn't remember how many times they had made love, how many times she had cum, but she knew it was more than she could ever have imagined. 

The only respite when Tom brought out a small digital camera and had her pose for erotic pictures. Stephanie, at first embarrassed to flaunt her wantonness, now found herself fascinated by the pornographic close-up shots of her leaking pussy and wide open vagina. She was even surprised by how the sight of her puckered bumhole excited her. Tom's fingers began to tickle it as if reading her mind. And then he was between her thighs tickling it with his tongue.

As he left he said.

"Be prepared for my next visit, where we will stretch the limits of your self-indulgence." 

Stephanie was exhausted and her vagina tingled wantonly. She staggered into the bathroom and ran herself a bath and climbed in. She watched tendrils of his semen seep from her and wondered about her condition. Her fingers stroked over her stomach. Was she, she thought? Am I pregnant? She would have to check soon. Her mind slipped away to his return. Next week, he had said, they would go for dinner and continue their pursuit of forbidden love. Her fingers found her clitoris. She could barely contain herself. 



Beaver Tales Pt. 04



Forbidden Fruit or Care and Feeding of Amorous Beavers

Part 4

6. Week 4 - Stephanie is Tested

Stephanie watched as the taxi drew up to her door. Tom had told her a taxi would come to pick her up and that she should follow the taxi driver's instructions. He had asked her to wear the same tight black sheath she had been worn the night she and Tom had first danced, with two minor differences - no bra and no panties. Although she was nervous and shy about their absence she felt thrilled by her nerve. Without her underwear she could feel the slinky fabric touching her everywhere, heightening her awareness of her vulnerability. 

The rub of the fabric across her nipples kept them in a constant state of erection, which dimpled the fabric conspicuously. For the last couple of days her nipples had become very sensitive and her breasts felt tight and fuller. Her vulva was also stimulated by the feel of the fabric sliding across her pubis. As she walked outside the coolness of the air prompted a corresponding stiffening of her nipples. She opened the rear passenger side door but the driver said.

"Sit in the front please."

She closed the door and with some trepidation opened the front passenger door and slid into the seat. The bearded driver was wearing dark glasses and a hat.

"So, I understand you have something to show me?"

She turned to him nervously.

"What do you mean? I don't know what you mean."

The man reached over quickly, pulled the left strap of her dress off her shoulder and pulled the left side of her bodice down revealing her soft naked breast. She was shocked by his shamelessness and even more shocked when he grasped her breast, manipulated her nipple with his thumb until it stiffened and then rolled it between finger and thumb.

"Ah yes, very nice, princess. But now you have something else to show me don't you?"

"Please no."

"Do you want me to help you?"

He reached across but she slapped him away.

"Ok, I'll do it."

She slowly slid the tight dress up her thighs until the slit was above her hip and then folded back the dress to reveal her nakedness. She kept her legs tightly closed to try and preserve her modesty.

"Open your legs, princess."

"Please don't make me."

"Open sesame."

Stephanie reluctantly opened her legs. The man leaned over and ran his fingers through her pubic hair along the seam of her sex. Her labia parted easily leaving the way clear to her clitoris which he started to stroke. He leaned down and closed his mouth over her nipple and began to suckle her as his fingers continued to play with her clitoris. The man could sense he was having an effect of her as her legs began to jerk spasmodically.

"Please don't make me do it."

"You're going to cum for me aren't you. I can sense that you are almost there, your pussy is purring and your legs are starting to shake. That's right princess just let it go. Yes, that's good press against my fingers. That's it, cum for me."

Stephanie was now beyond all control. Her hips jerked and squirmed as the man slowly brought her to orgasm.

"That's right make your baby happy. That's it. Oh my God, you are so wet."

Stephanie began to pant and blow then with a small cry climaxed again.

"Now we go." the man said. "You keep your pussy bare so I can see it while I drive. You can cover your boob."

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the restaurant, an Indian restaurant called the Horned Goat. Stephanie had barely looked at the man the whole way even when she sensed his eyes on her pussy. Once he had reached over while he drove and fondled her breasts, but most of the time he just looked. The driver leaned over and turned her head to look at him.

"Tom!" She shouted, her relief obvious, "that was so mean."

Tom had removed the fake beard, hat and glasses.

"Yet you did it."

"What do you mean?"

"You let a complete stranger finger you in public."

"But, it was you..."

"Yes, you could have refused but even though you didn't know the man you let him masturbate you."

She started to cry.

"Are you disappointed with me, mad with me for ..."

"No, I'm happy for you. You were able express your sexuality freely. But, wipe your eyes and let's go. We have a long night ahead of us."

The woman who met them at the door smiled at them.

"You have booked the Zenana Room have you not?"

"That's right." Tom said.

She led them to the back of the restaurant and into a large room. The walls were covered with a large mural that illustrated erotic acts between people. Men and women lay in many different positions. Some naked couples danced, their arousal quite obvious. One scene showed a woman dancing with a goat that danced on two legs. Stephanie was shocked to note his disproportionately large erection was clasped by the woman.

The restaurant attendant smiled and said.

"This is a popular room for honeymooners. You are only newly united correct? That is the right word? My English is sometimes not too good."

"Yes, that is a good word to use."

The woman came over to Stephanie and stroked her fingers down her face.

"Yes, I can see the love and she is so beautiful." She turned Stephanie to her side and drew her hand lightly down the front of her dress until it rested on her belly, which she pressed gently before rubbing her hand over her it in ever widening circles. She made little noises in her throat as she did this and then quite abruptly her hand slipped inside her dress and cupped her vulva and dipped her index finger into her vagina quickly before withdrawing her hand and first smelling and then tasting her finger. She turned Stephanie back to face her and smiled at her as she said.

"You will soon not be able to wear this dress, I think. Your tummy will be getting big quite soon. Already I think your breasts are more sensitive. You and your mate are very compatible. The first injection was all that it took, I think."

Stephanie's face became hot.

The woman turned to Tom.

"She will make you a good mate and mother. But you will need to watch her closely. Someone will come in ten minutes to take your order."

After the door closed, Tom took Stephanie in his arms and pulled her to him and kissed her hard.

"Madame Sarah is a noted Shakta and follows an ancient religion. She seemed quite taken with you."

"What did she mean about mate and mother?"

"Oh, they are like healers in their faith. They can determine the health of people by just touching certain parts of their bodies. As opposed to me who can only tell whether his consort is ready for making love."

" She was telling you that you are pregnant and that we hit the jackpot in one try. "

Tom's hand slid up her thigh along the slit in her dress and cupped her tight bum. Stephanie started.

"I ... I ... do you think it's true?"

Tom pulled the straps of her dress down and uncovered her breasts and suckled one nipple and then said.

"What do you think? Are they more sensitive. Do you find your pussy juices more copious and thicker? Do you find yourself wishing I were there to inject you again?"

"Ever since I met you they have been. And of course when you are not there I find myself daydreaming about you but I can't be... I must not be."

Tom led her to a Indian style backless couch and sat her down.

Madam Sarah sat in front of the monitor watching Tom as he lifted her dress to expose her pussy and began to play with it. She zoomed in on Tom's seduction of the naive young woman, soon to be a mother.

Tom's assault on Stephanie's virtue was interrupted temporarily while they ate dinner but as soon as the plates had been cleared, she was naked, stretched spreadeagled on the couch and being ridden vigorously by Tom.

Madam Sarah smiled as she recorded every thrust, every cry that Stephanie uttered and every climax they reached. The camera zoomed in on her sanctified cleft that was baptized over and over with Tom's semen. She was surprised and pleased by the frequency of Stephanie's orgasms, their intensity and her sexual appetite and stamina. Although their love-making was for the most part quite conventional Tom managed to win acceptance for some more daring activity. 

While sitting on his chest, Stephanie allowed him to first manipulate her sex with his fingers and then perform cunnilingus while she sucked his cock, something she told him she had never done before. Tom in the meantime inserted his tongue deep inside her vagina. Finally Stephanie, totally seduced by his tongue reversed herself and impaled herself on his cock. The rear camera clearly exposed her anus, which formed an "O" as his cock penetrated her.

Tom pulled her buttocks apart exposing her more and then inserted a finger into it as she rode him. When they left the restaurant Madame S could tell that Stephanie still had a long night ahead of her.

7. Week 5 - Stephanie Falls Deeper Under Tom's Control

Stephanie had butterflies in her stomach. Ever since Dan had left thirty minutes ago she had been hovering by the front door dressed in a tight tee-shirt and miniskirt. The bell rang and she ran to the door, opened it and pulled Tom inside quickly. As soon as the door closed she kissed him feverishly, pulling him to the couch as she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. Tom stroked his hand over her breasts.

"Be careful, they are a bit sensitive."

Tom lifted her tee-shirt over her head and finding her unfettered underneath, lightly touched her nipples.

"Oh, that is nice." Stephanie purred as his lips found her nipples and began to suckle them.

"I think we must have overdone it last week because they have been really sensitive all week. In fact they were quite sore sometimes. I had to buy a new bra because my old one seemed a bit too tight because of the swelling."

Tom had her stand up while he removed her skirt.

"Turn sideways Stephanie."

She turned.

Yes, he thought, there was little doubt about it. Stephanie's tummy had developed a slightly plump protrusion and her breasts though they didn't seem larger seemed more curvy. Tom stood up and kissed her while he rubbed his hand over her taut belly.

"You know what I think?"

"What?" She asked.

"I think you're just a little bit pregnant. I think you've got something growing in here."

"No, I can't have. Dan always wears a safe."

"Condoms are not 100% safe Stephanie. Dan knows that. But, we know that it's not Dan who fertilized you, don't we?"

"Oh god, pregnant. What should I do?"

"Grin and bear it. It's good news. We're having a baby."

"Are you happy, are you really happy?"

"Yes I'm really happy."

"Oh thank you, thank you. I thought ..."

"Oh no, we are still going to have sex, lot's of sex. It will actually be better now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well for one thing you can't get any more pregnant and second you will be more sensitive."

"I think I already am." She said as she slumped onto her back. Pulled her legs back to her chest and spread her thighs receptively. Her swollen labia opened delightfully to expose her glistening slit. Tom held her legs up and slid his finger through her slippery groove and circled her clitoris. Stephanie moaned excitedly. Tom held the finger to her mouth.

"Suck it Stephanie."

She opened her mouth and admitted the coated finger and began to suck it eagerly, running her tongue over it.

"This finger too." He said inserting his middle finger.

When he returned them to her wet notch, he slowly inserted his two fingers deep inside her vagina and pumped them in and out a few times.

"You are very wet tonight Stephanie. You must have really longed for this."

"Yes, I have never been so wet before. At work my panties were wet." She blushed as she confessed her lust. "I could smell myself. I thought other people could too, but maybe it was just in my mind. All I could think of was you and what we would do when you came tonight."

"Come and take my clothes off Steph."

Stephanie sat up and unfastened Tom's shirt as they kissed voraciously. Her hands dropped to his pants and released his hard-on. She held it in her hands almost timidly. Stephanie's mind was swimming. She wanted so much to make him happy. She wanted to give him something she had never done for anyone. She kneeled in front to him and lowered her mouth to his cock and licked his glans tentatively. Tom pressed against her gently and she allowed his cock to slide into her mouth.

"Move your mouth up and down the shaft Stephanie. Yes, that's good. Nice and gentle. Now take your tongue and lick around the base of the glans. Oh yes, Stephanie that's right. Now tickle the end with your tongue. Now, in and out again. Oh that is so good. Now I want you to be a good girl, a really good girl."

Tom started to squirt into her mouth. Stephanie tried to pull away but Tom held her head tight. He pinched her nose and felt her Adam's apple ripple as she swallowed his semen. When he let her up, semen dribbled from the sides of her mouth as he kissed her.

"Thank you Steph. I know you wanted to give me something special and that was special. You were so good I'm sure you must have done this before."

"No never," she whispered, "you are the only person I have ever done that for."

"When you do that for me Stephanie I want you to promise that you will always swallow my cum. Do you promise?"

Stephanie bowed her head submissively and choked out. "Yes."

For the next four hours Stephanie and Tom explored their love for each other and Stephanie imbibed three more times and soon found that it was not hard to do.

8 . Week 6 - 12 - Another Test and More Fair Game

During the next few weeks Stephanie experienced some morning sickness and other impediments to pleasure and Tom eased off on their torrid love affair. No more than two or three bouts of penetration per visit.

He kissed her tenderly and told her how beautiful she was, how desirable, how he loved her smell, her face, her body. She was swept up in his praise. He pressed her against a wall and caressed her bottom.

"Do you love me." He asked.

She was frightened to tell him how much.

"Yes."

"You must prove your love for me Stephanie." He said.

"How can I prove it." She asked passionately.

"You know Stephanie. Prove your love for me."

She lifted his hand and placed it against her breast.

"Do you like this?"

"Are they soft.?"

"Yes, very soft."

She placed his hand on her pussy.

"And this?"

"Soft and a little moist."

She kneeled down and unfastened his pants, pulled them down and released his cock, which she kissed. She sucked it into her mouth and began to lick and suck it until it became hard. She lay back on the floor and raised her hips.

"Do it to me Tom."

Tom was quick to agree and within moment he was rocking gently between her thighs, her grunts of passion testament to her approval.

"And now it's time for a bath." He said.

He picked up a bag he had brought with him and they went upstairs. For an hour they "relaxed" in the tub until Stephanie said she needed to pee.

"It's good you told me because I have something for you." Tom said mysteriously.

They got out of the bath and Tom towelled her off before opening his bag and taking out a pregnancy kit and opening it.

"The instruction seem quite simple. Sit on the toilet but don't pee yet."

He removed one of the strips.

"OK. Sit back a bit and start peeing."

As she peed he held the strip under stream for a few seconds and then pulled it away.

"Now we just have to wait."

After two minutes Tom looked at the strip.

"Congratulations Mom, you're pregnant."

"Let me see."

Stephanie lifted up the strip and in the little square box there was quite plainly a plus sign.

"Oh my god, what is Dan going to think."

"He'll think you're pregnant and an accident has occurred."

"You think so?"

"Of course. He trusts you."

"Do you think so? I feel elated and scared at the same time."

Tom went to her and kissed her.

"I think it's great."

Stephanie hugged him and said.

"You won't be able to come next week because my sister is visiting from out of town."

"That's too bad. I guess we better make up for lost time then."

After Tom had left Stephanie's head was still whirling but she left the test results on the bathroom counter so Dan would see. When he came in at two he woke and said.

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes, I guess we weren't too careful."

"No." He answered as a strange look came into his eyes.

Stephanie thought the look was because he was suspicious of her but in fact he had just been informed by Jewel that she too was pregnant and he was wondering how he was going to tell Stephanie and what he was going to do next.

The next week Julia arrived at the door. Stephanie was really happy to see her because they were very close and with Julia living 500 miles away they didn't get to see each other often.

"Julia! It's so good you're here."

"Yeah, kid and you too. Wow married life must be good, you're beginning to develop a bit of a pot."

Stephanie blushed

"You think so?"

Julia gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I was just kidding, silly."

Stephanie looked relieved.

"Do you want a drink? I was introduced to a new drink that's really good."

"That would be great, thanks."

Stephanie made a couple of Rainbow Dreams. Tom had left his secret ingredients which he said was the key to their flavour. Stephanie poured some in each glass.

Julie tasted her drink.

"Wow this is good. Almost too daring for my stodgy old sister."

"Well maybe you would be surprised."

"That drink went down fast. Can I have another?"

"Sure."

The women went into the kitchen and Stephanie made two more drinks. Before long they had had four drinks. Stephanie , just a little more inebriated each time, was quite liberal with Tom's secret ingredients and both women were beginning to feel aroused. Julia slumped a little in her chair.

"Remember when you were eighteen and I was about fifteen and we went skinny-dipping in the pond." Julia said.

"Yes, I remember it well."

"Remember how we needed to warm up after and we wrapped ourselves in the towel? And how I was shivering so you hugged me and rubbed my skin to make me warm. I never felt that way before."

"No me neither. I didn't realize what would happen."

Julia stood up and sat down beside Stephanie and put her arms around her.

"I always thought you were so beautiful, especially when you were naked."

Julia slipped her hand up inside Stephanie's top and cupped her breast.

"I always wanted to be like you. Do what you did. When you started going out with Dan I was jealous, I wanted to see what you did with him so I hid one time and watched him take off your top and stroke your breasts. You were still pretty naïve and he kept trying to put his hand down your jeans and you kept pushing it away."

Julia's hand dropped to Stephanie's crotch and squeezed it. She lifted Stephanie's skirt and pulled down her panties and started to stroke her pussy.

"And then finally you let him. I could tell you liked what he was doing because you closed your eyes and began to make little noises. Just like you're doing now. I was always sorry I never caught you fucking him. Your pussy is really wet. Dan must really turn you on a lot."

Stephanie blushed as she imagined Tom playing with her pussy. There was a knock at the door. The women arranged themselves quickly and Stephanie went to the door. When she opened it she was shocked to see Tom at the door.

"T...T...Tom." She stuttered.

"Hi Stephanie. Just came by to make sure you were doing OK."

"My sister's here."

Tom came inside and said.

"Hi, you must be Julia. Stephanie's been talking about you all week. I'm Tom by the way Stephanie and I work together. Pretty fruitfully I might add. We had an appointment but I forgot you would be here."




Beaver Tales Pt. 04



"Would you like a drink Tom." Stephanie asked.

"Sure seeing as I'm here."

He went and sat down while Stephanie made three more Rainbow Dreams.

"So Julia, you certainly look like Stephanie."

"Yes. We've been told that since we were kids."

"Stephanie certainly keeps herself in shape she could pass for someone much younger."

Julia watched as Stephanie came back.

"If you saw us on the street who would you pick to be younger." She said.

"Oh I don't know. Signs of age are very subtle and people can use many tricks to look younger. You can only see the outer covering you can't see the pit as it were."

"Well we're not all dolled up."

"Well just based on what I can see I would think you are the same age."

Julia balked.

"You can't see a difference?"

"Well, you look slightly different but from what I can see you look to be both in the same kind of shape. Both of you stand up and turn sideways."

The two sisters stood up and turned their profiles toward him. Tom stood up and walked up to Julia and ran his hand down over her stomach and then did the same thing to Stephanie.

"Both of you have tight bellies. Julia's is maybe slightly less protrusive so half a point to Julia. Lift up your skirts so I can see your thighs."

Julia said.

"We're really not that kind of people. Besides my uptight older sister would never agree to something so rude."

Tom looked at Stephanie who blushed and said. "I will if you will." And slowly lifted up her skirt to display her panties.

Julia looked at Stephanie totally shocked.

"You and ...."

Stephanie blushed.

"But if you're too scared, that's ok."

But the drinks had lowered Julia's reluctance and she pulled up her skirt too.

Tom ran his hand up the back of Stephanie's legs until his hand encountered her panties.

"Smooth and silky."

He squeezed her thigh muscles and slid his hand down to the back of her knees. He stood behind her and reached around and ran his hands up the front of her thighs to bottom of her hips. Julia looked on spellbound as she watched her sister seemingly encourage his assault on her modesty. She wasn't sure but she thought he might have run his hand up the front of her panties. Tom stepped away from Stephanie.

"Keep your panties visible and turn and face Julia while I check her legs."

Julia shied as she felt Tom's hands slide up her thighs until they rested against the base of her buttocks. Tom's hands squeezed the backs of her thighs and again slid to top. His body pressed warm against her back, as his hands reached around and slid up her thighs from knees to crotch. When the stopped they slipped down the insides of her thighs and back up until his thumbs confined her vulval mound and his fingers squeezed the inside of soft thighs. He repeated this four times, each time a little more boldly until at last he ran his hands over the front of her panties. Tom backed away and sat down.

"Now I want you both to face me."

Julia and Stephanie turned to him.

"Stephanie, pull up your skirt until your panties are showing."

She blushed bright red, but conceded.

"And now Julia."

Having seen her sister do it she slowly raised her skirt too.

"Now I want you both to stay in that position so I can examine you."

He kneeled first in front of Stephanie, knowing that she would consent to whatever he wished her to do and that would provide incentive for Julia.

"Keep your skirts up girls." He said as he reached out and stroked Stephanie's bulging vulva.

"Widen your legs Stephanie. That's good. Yes, this is a fine swelling vulva, and I really like how there is already a valley forming down the middle."

He pressed his fingers hard against the lower edge of her slit and kneaded her gently until he could see a damp patch form on her panties.

"And very responsive too I see."

He took hold of her waistband and pulled her panties down her legs and pulled them off her feet.

"A very nice sexy aroma and easy access." He growled as he leaned forward and pressed His nose against her slit.

"Um, very nice." His tongue snaked out and tickled her labia as he pressed his forefinger against the split and felt it slide inside her unfaithful vagina.

Stephanie groaned as she felt her excitement grow.

"And what about this." He said as his finger found her clitoris and began to roll it. He checked his watch as he fondled her sensitive nub more vigorously until with a muted cry she climaxed.

"Ninety two seconds to climax. Very acceptable."

"And now Julia."

His hand cupped her vulva and squeezed it like a ball.

"Again, a very nice vulval protrusion."

Julia seemed more sensitive to his attack than Stephanie. Probably because it was some months since she had broken up with her boyfriend and was more easily primed for sex. Her panties were soon lying on top of Stephanie's. At first her labia were pursed closed but as soon as his nose pressed against her and his fingers rubbed over her slit they began to protrude saucily and Tom was soon two fingers deep in her pussy. 

"Watch your sister as I masturbate her Stephanie. That's good, you do it too."

At last he started to masturbate Julia and in just over forty seconds her hips heaved up as she orgasmed.

"Now girls, skirts off and up on your knees so I can see you both from behind. Oh yes, very nice and Julia have you had anyone up here?" He asked as he inserted the tip of his finger into her bottom.

She gasped out. "No." As his finger finally penetrated completely.

"Not even a finger?"

"No."

His finger slid in and out of her tight hole.

"However, before I can score you both, I need to do one more thing."

Tom stood up, pulled down his pants and inserted his cock into Julia's cunt and began to hump her energetically until with an explosion of air she came noisily and dropped onto the couch. Tom watched as his semen trickled from her vagina and puddled on the floor.

"And now the scores. Stephanie gets the nod for vulval sensitivity but Julia won hands down in the length of time to climax and both of you are extremely fuckable. So in the final analysis I find you both equally sexy."

For the next hour Tom alternatively exercised the two women's vaginas until they were both completely fucked. After a threesome shower they rearranged themselves and looked like a normal gathering of friends. However, when he left at midnight, Tom was escorted by Julia.