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Ding!

By: MaddBlackCat



I was on my way towards class and as I turned the corner, I felt a strong shove against my back. After stumbling forward, I turned around and gazed up at a classmate much taller than myself. However, when I got onto my feet, I gazed down at him. Surely he was much stronger than I but at least I had the height advantage because I was a fairly tall teenager. Certainly, I'm taller than this fellow that shoved me just then. 

David Ramsey is a fellow classmate with a serious vendetta against me but we all called him Davie. We are both currently juniors in High School except Davie is a year older than I at 18 years old. We used to be casual friends a few years back. Long story short, he hated my guts ever since the seventh grade. We got into a huge disagreement about a matter between us that apparently was never resolved. Things had escalated into a headed feud between both of us and we have been bitter rivals for years. 

Davie dug his finger as hard as possible against my chest as he inched closer to my face. He glared up at me, jaws tight and he growled, "Ima' fuck you up, Eugene." At that very moment, I've had enough of it all: the constant harassment, the bullying, the confrontations, and the threats. I was so sick of it. 

I shoved him back as hard as I could in retaliation. I lost my cool for a brief moment. However, this felt so good to release all that frustration with the brute force of my push. This sent him back a couple inches at least. 

"So, you wanna' fight me?" Davie grinned as he licked his lips. "'Bout damn time."

"I fucking tried to apologize. I tried to reason with you and then y—" I swiftly ducked to the left from an incoming fist to my face. I sidestepped away from Davie and just glared at him with both fist in the air, prepared for anything else. To be honest, I probably looked ridiculous in this stance but I had to defend myself in the best manner as I could. In many other cases, though, I usually used my brains over my brawns as strength. However, I had no choice in this matter. 

"Fuck him up real bad! Do it!" a girl loudly egged on. "Do it like we talked about last night, Davie! Fuck him up real hard." Anna Velasco, who is Davie's current girlfriend, stood nearby and watched. She is an extremely beautiful Spanish chick with a slightly chubby build and a busty chest. Almost anyone found her pretty, as I did. Davie was incredibly lucky to wind up with her, though. Her right hand brushed her dark bangs aside from her intense green eyes. 

"Hold this for me babe. I'll fuck him up hard." Davie handed Anna his books and glasses. He went in for a kiss and made contact with her. She grabbed the books and tucked them underneath her arm. 

"I'm sick of your fucking shit, man!" I barked. "All the threats, harassments, bullying—" I quickly ducked another punch to the face but I felt a surprise blow against my stomach. I nearly gagged, wrapping my arm around my guts. I watched Davie get closer to me. 

WHACK! Before Davie had a chance, I blew up his nose with a surprise punch. He lost some steps and landed backwards on the floor. Davie moaned and cupped his nose. I must've fucked him up real bad because he glared at me, misty-eyed like he was going to cry. He choked back his tears and said nothing. Anna bent down besides Davie, and coddled him. In meanwhile, she was also glaring up at me. 

I slowly made my way to my feet, after reaching to pick up my books. Breathing heavily, I stared down at Anna and Davie. And then I immediately left in the opposite direction, as I said nothing. 

***

3:00 PM. I got home from school and strolled straight for the house. I stepped into the door and headed for my room. Normally, my mom was still at work during this time. She was a grade school teacher and she was very busy, especially after school. She coached swimming and today would be a swimming meet at her school. My little sister was still at school doing after school stuff. So, I had the house to myself for quite a while. 

I logged onto the computer and I pulled up my e-mail account. Apparently, there were several messages from some of my friends about the whole incident that occurred today. Oh, they know? Well, click, click, click. I deleted several messages before I pulled up my other browser. 

A private message from an anonymous source interjected that I checked and read out of curiosity. 

"Plan B, bitch... I'ma' give you an experience you'll never forget real soon," chimed a private message. 

Davie? I simply shook my head and deleted the private message. Afterwards, I thought nothing of it and continued to browse online for a bit more. Later, I went into doing my homework as usual. 

Feeling several pokes at my shoulder, I spun around in my chair and found my 6-year-old sister standing behind me with a beam on her face. "Mom said come down, 'cause dinner's ready." Boy, time flew by really fast, almost too fast, though. When I looked towards the clock, it was already few hours since I returned home from school. I was really booked into studying for a big test on Monday. And then my sister finished, "Mom brought home some pizza today!"

I tossed my pencil, while immediately getting up from my chair. My little sister and I made our way downstairs where my mom already had dinner prepared for us at the table. After we exchanged quick kisses, she sat us down and we all ate our dinner as we normally did as a family. 

During dinner, I noticed a very brief period when Mom paused from eating with a blank stare. I had thought maybe she was intensely thinking about something. That gaze appeared so hypnotizing, yet so empty but who knows? 

Mom fluttered her eyes, snapping out of her blank hypnotic state, and then continued eating pizza as if nothing bizarre had happened. She glanced at me, smiling, and arched her brow, "Is there something the matter, Gene? Anything you would like to talk about?" 

I shook my head and disregarded my curiosity, "Nah, Mom." 

Little did I know, this is the very last 'normal' night I would be having at least for a long, long time. 

***

Ding! 

Sunrays caught Davie's eyes as they cracked open. He was sprawled on his stomach, legs spread, arms and hands tucked underneath his pillow in a fashion he normally slept, generally being a heavy sleeper. He lifted his head, subconsciously batted long brunette hair from his face, wiped the drool from his mouth, and snorted. Oddly, everything smells very different. Everything feels very different. Everything looks very different. He wiped his eyes with his palms and then slowly gazed around. 

Then Davie wiped his eyes again. 

"....so it worked?" Davie's eyes scanned around the room in disbelief. He has actually woken up in Eugene's mom's rather large, master bedroom. Davie quickly sat up at the edge of the bed. His now slender, feminine hands reached and felt his average sized bust. Davie slid a hand down to his crotch and felt around there as a quick test. Underneath the silk underwear, he felt pubic hair but no penis whatsoever. He slid a pair of slender fingers onto his clit and softly fingered it. He rubbed a bit harder and bucked his head back. Davie moaned softly but he abruptly snapped out of it. 

He brushed his unkempt brunette hair back once more and gazed around. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit!" Davie quietly crept out of the bed, found a robe nearby and slipped it on. He gently stepped downstairs, knowing that Gene and his sister was still both asleep and tucked away in their bedrooms. Davie grabbed a set of car keys hanging against the wall in the kitchen. However, before making his way towards the car, he grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled down a note. He wanted to keep the suspicions down momentarily and create a good reason why Gene's mom would be gone this morning. 

This was the first time that Davie made his way inside Gene's house and yet he knew where everything was located. How else would he have easily found the pen, paper and the car keys? It was as if he had Lori's memories, maybe all of it? Wait, Lori? So that's what her name is?

"Lori... Elizabeth Burke..." Davie smirked, hearing his own feminine whisper. He glanced down at his note and furiously finished it. However, the note wasn't written in his handwriting. The note was orchestrated as perfectly as if Lori herself had written it, in her own neat, feminine, whimsical handwriting. It was flawless. 

Going to the store to buy some milk. Love, Mom. 

"Perfect," Davie softly giggled. 

Davie, now as Lori Burke, grabbed her purse with the car keys and crept outside, not to awaken Gene and his sister. Still dressed in her pajamas wrapped in a robe, she hopped into the car at the driveway and quickly drove off. 

***

"Davie...?" Anna fixedly gazed at Gene's mom when she opened the door at Davie's apartment. She had been staying there overnight, waiting for Davie to show up in the following morning. And Davie indeed appeared right before her, albeit in a different form. So far, everything is going all according to plan. 

"Actually, it's Ms. Burke, dear," Mom grinned, stepping closer and feeling Anna's soft cheeks with her feminine hands. She said it as effortlessly, being Lori Burke herself. She stepped closer and kissed Anna intently for a few moments before breaking apart. 

"Oh, my gosh. This is so weird and yet so stimulating. This is the first time I've ever kissed a woman, you know...," Anna giggled and she reached forward to kiss some more. Davie, now as Lori Burke, wouldn't want to risk being caught outside with an underage girl. So she broke the kiss and immediately led Anna indoor into his, or her apartment, rather. 

The door slammed shut behind them and Anna flopped on the couch. A rather large Rottweiler quickly appeared in the living room and circled around Mom, as if he actually knew her for years. Gazing down, Mom crouched down and petted the Rottweiler as it licked her left cheek. They both exchanged their greetings. Watching the two, Anna brushed her hair aside and smiled. 

"So what now?" inquired Anna. 

"First, I have to shower but did you bring some clothes or anything?" Mom got up and sat down besides Anna. Nodding, Anna grabbed a bag and showed it to Mom. Grinning, Mom replied, "Good. I'll shower and then get dressed in those. Oh, that fucker will definitely be begging for mercy. And it will be a bonus if I make him cry as well." 

"I brought some of the cutest outfits, ever, sweetie," Anna opened up the bag and reached in. She pulled out a short skirt decorated with flowery patterns, a white thong, matching black high-heeled sandals, and a white see through blouse. No bras. Anna smirked, "I think you will look good in these. I know the 'new' Lori Burke will adore these, at least." 

"Definitely," Mom said, still grinning. She eyed up high at the wooden shelf, where an old golden bell sat. "And everyone thinks that Davie is on a trip somewhere by himself. However, the body is actually in the bedroom and it should be fine for time being. So, no one will really be wondering on why he's gone for a while. The perks of living by yourself at 18; that freedom to disappear for as long as you want." 

***

On the couch, I was watching cartoons with my sister and I gazed at the clock. It was getting closer to eleven and my mom wasn't back yet. I glanced at the note in my hand and wondered. Somewhat odd that Mom was taking a bit longer than expected but perhaps she had ran into somebody, something or whatever but who knows? 

Suddenly, I heard the door lock jerking for a bit before the door squeaked open and shut. Click, click, click, the sounds resonated from a pair of high-heeled shoes making its way across the kitchen floor. And there was a grocery bag unraveling open and the fridge being opened. The cabinets were squeaking and the bowl was being taken out of the shelves. Finally, there was the noise of cereal clattering into the bowl then milk glugging in. The fridge squeaked open again and shut.

Finally, Mom emerged from the kitchen and into the living room. 

"Hello, what are you guys watchin'?" Mom grinned, slowly sitting down. She munched down her bowl of cereal. It was quite odd to see Mom eating cereal and of all things, my cereal. She knows how much I love them and how they have my name on it. And Mom doesn't usually eat cereal seeing that she was watching her figure, especially since she's middle-aged. 

"Morning mom!" my sister absently waved, eyes mostly glued to cartoons. 

"Say, morning mom. We were wonderin' where you were," I arched a brow, gazing at her. 

"Oh, I know," she took in another mouthful of cereal. For a brief moment, Mom had this creepiest yet most penetrating stare towards me. And then after she returned to cartoons, she absent-mindedly removed her high-heeled sandals and pushed them aside with her feet. She folded her legs and then took another munch on her cereal. She took a hand to her mouth and then quietly belched. 

Mom wasn't wearing any bras underneath her thin white blouse. Her breast and dark pink nipples were so visible underneath that white shear. For a few moments, my eyes just gazed at a pair of nipples. And she was wearing a very short skirt that proudly demonstrated her feminine, smooth legs. Most of all, Mom's fashion choices appeared too immature for her actual age. I grew surprisingly aroused by what I witnessed, while my dick grew slightly intense and my heart started to pound. Luckily, my little sister was oblivious to everything, being busy with cartoons and all.

Mom slurped the milk and then dabbed her mouth dry with the tip of her fingers. She rose to her feet and made her way back to the kitchen. My gaze was fixated upon her as Mom disappeared. Before entering the kitchen, though, she glanced at me with an icy stare and then left. Baffled and curious, I immediately followed her, wondering what was going on. 

After following my mom into the kitchen, leaving my sister alone to her cartoons, I entered the kitchen after her. 

"Mom—" I uttered. 

Mom had already prepared another bowl of cereal. She grabbed her spoon and munched down on it. So strange that she seemed to be on a cereal binge this morning. And that she was acting strangely all morning. 

"I think I need to gain weight. I feel a bit too skinny, don't you think?" Mom slid a hand from her hips towards her buttocks. Then I watched her hand move up to her visible chest to stroke it. My dick grew even more intense. My heart pounded and I was growing hotter inside. 

"W-what are you doing?" I blinked. 

"Feeling myself, dear. Can't I?"

"Mom, stop. And I-I think you need to put on a bra—"

"No I don't. I'm sure you've seen breasts before, haven't you? Do you like my new outfit, hon'?" Mom flashed a grin. "Judging by the sight of your eyes, I'll take that as a 'yes'?" She slid a hand underneath her silk blouse and touched her right nipple. She playfully massaged it. She bent her head back and softly moaned, with her eyes closed. "Oh..."

"M-mom..." 

"...this feels just right."

I stared at Mom in disbelief, not believing what I'm just witnessing in front of me. Mixed feelings rose, my stomach knotted in pure disgust but my dick grew more and more intense out of sheer arousal. Mom had to be drunk, high, delusional, or on something. Something was definitely wrong with her. I was terribly confused, struggling to piece together and make sense of what Mom was doing, what I was seeing and how I'm feeling. 

"What...?" I stared. 

Mom giggled softly. She removed her hand from her clit after gently massaging it and smelled her pair of slender wet fingers. She grinned, "I smell so good. Fuck me, I so really need to get laid." 

Mom snorted, "See, being your mother, I was feeling so trapped for quite a long time. Taking care of this household, especially with your father and I divorced, I had no quality time for myself. Hon', I just need to be me for once, you know?" Mom crept closer and whispered into my ear, "I could use a good fuck every now and then, don't you think... son?" 

"But for now, let me go spend some quality time with your sister," Mom giggled as she walked past me, bumping against my shoulders. She exited the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in her hand. 

Few moments later, I could overhear a pair of faint laughter erupting from the living room. Breathing hard and very silent, I stared right at the floor. I felt a shiver crawling up into my spine. I was so scared, aroused and very confused. This reality felt very, very different than the one from last night. 

***

That night, my sister was at her friend's house for the next couple of days. I sat down on the couch in the living room, just deep in my thoughts and figuring out what has gotten into my mother. 

However, a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts. "Dear, I hope you don't mind but I called a friend over," Mom beamed, walking into the living room. "...not that I ever need your fucking permission, anyhow." She was dressed in a very snug pair of white yoga pants with a matching tight white tank top that displayed her feminine figure very well. 

As I gazed up at Mom, as I saw that she was wearing lace thong underneath a very transparent pair of tight, white pants. Mom had also decorated her toenails and fingernails in a shade of hot pink. I grew hot once more and my heart simply pounded very heavily. Inside, I was dying and feeling very conflicted. 

"Anyways, I called your father and told him what a bad boy you've been lately. And he is not pleased with you, which I agree. I told him what a twat you've been to me all day," mom sniggered, brushing her hair aside. And as she was applying a shade of bright red lipstick on her lips, she continued, "I mean, how dare you look at your mother this way? So, he and I agreed that there is definitely something terribly fucked up about you." 

"M-mom, I-I—," I just couldn't believe the words that was coming out of my Mom's mouth. She never, ever talked that way. She never acted repulsive. Was a terrible prank being pulled on me? 

Mom simply smirked, "What? Do you want to fuck me?" 

Before I could finish what I was saying, a loud knock from the door interrupted. I glanced towards the direction of the front door and looked right back at Mom. 

"Oh look! She's here," Mom sprung on her feet and she went towards the front door. The door opened and there she was, Anna Velasco right at my front door and in my house. However, what came next, I just simply watched in disbelief. Mom and Anna greeted each other with a long, passionate kiss. Inside, my stomach twisted but my dick grew intense. They held hands and returned to the living room; Mom sat on the couch and Anna plopped on top of her. 

"My, my. Your mom is a good kisser," Anna smirked. 

Mom stroked Anna's hair before delicately positioning Anna face towards her for another kiss. I meekly watched and then my lips quivered, "W-what's going on? I don't understand."

"Haven't you gotten the hint, Gene?" Mom rolled her eyes and got up. Anna climbed off. "Anna, he's not too bright, isn't he? Must've gotten his dimwitted intellect from his father."

"Tell him, Lori," Anna beamed, nodding and egging Mom. 

"It's me, you stupid fuck! Davie!" Mom grinned, hands outward and nodding her head. "Like, ta-da! I just hijacked the fuck out of your mom's body. See, I found a way to do it and I did it." 

I couldn't believe what Mom was saying; I just shook my head and stared hard at her. After briefly thinking about it, I widened my eyes, starting at Davie as Mom and simply uttered, "Davie? What the fuck?" After today, I was willing to believe anything before waking up tomorrow morning from this terrible nightmare. 

Anna howled and laughed. 

Mom quickly nodded, "Yes, it's me, son. Your mother. Davie. Or... both. See, you humiliated me so hard yesterday. And you totally got me, I'll grant you that. So, I'm going to do the same to you. You're so going to get it. But you won't be able to get out of this so easily this time, twerp. It's going to be so, very painful for you. And you better like this new mother of yours because she's here to stay for a very long time, at the very least."


Ding Dong



Jim chuckled to himself at the irony. He didn't dwell on it. But from time to time a circumstance arose, so to speak, that reminded him of the strange twist his life had taken. When most men had admitted to themselves that it was time to see the doc about a prescription, Jim's libido and physical capability had increased beyond what was expected of an older man. Hell, they were beyond what was expected of a younger man-certainly he'd not been able to keep it up as long in his earlier years. Contemplating how long he had had the erection nestling in his trousers caused Jim to chuckle yet again. Damn, if some hot lady were available, boy, would she be pleasantly pleasured!

A Scotch and water in hand, a steak on the grill, Jim was thinking about his week to come. The wife was away visiting her sister. The Scotch and the steak were verboten when the wife was home. So, the first thing Jim did on the way home from the airport, dropping the wife off to board the plane to Minneapolis, was to buy Scotch and lots of beef. Halleluiah! Real food and real drink!

It had been over a decade since Jim and the wife had had sex. Circumstances beyond either's control had, in effect, ended the marital bedroom bliss. Various methods had aided Jim over the years to keep from losing his mind. Or other things. That was what was so ironic. He could really be pleasing a woman now, more than ever. Longer than ever. Jim didn't contemplate leaving-there were the kids and other considerations. But it would be nice to have a source of regular physical release.

Twice a year, Jim met up with Marci, a high school sweetheart, back in his hometown. Even though Jim was retired, the money spent on the motel was well worth it when he met Marci. She still worked-the all-too-often fate of the divorcee. Jim and Marci had not begun their trysts until after he and his wife had stopped having sex. Somehow, some way, at a school reunion, Jim and Marci had discovered a renewed interest in one another. Not that either of them desired a relationship. They didn't. Marci had work and survival on her mind. Jim was still married. Period.

Although hooking up with Marci was a great physical release those couple of times a year, it wasn't really enough to satisfy Jim's emotional needs. In fact, it didn't satisfy the physical ones nearly enough. She lived too far away for regular sex, and they didn't really even care for one another on a much deeper level than sex. That's not to say that they didn't enjoy one another's company when they were together-they did. But they didn't have anything more going for them than decent sex and a mild compatibility.

The rock hard cock inside Jim's trousers wriggled as he thought of Marci's ample tits. God, he'd like to be suckin' those things right now. He could then really stick it to her-for a long time! Damn. Jim turned the steak, thought about getting a refill on the Scotch, thought about relieving his hard on, and then jumped when he heard the front doorbell through the sliding glass door. He slid the door open and traversed the length of the dining and living areas to the front door. He opened it, surprised to see the wife's cosmetics saleslady. Yeah. That's right. The ding-dong lady. Jim almost burst into a raucous laugh, but quickly stifled it. She really did ding the doorbell dong.

Jim had always considered Betsy pretty hot. Even better, Betsy knew she was hot. She was a petite thing, but some of her attributes were certainly not petite. Betsy's breasts were impressive. Firm, high, and round. She wasn't ashamed to show them off either. Not that they were uncovered all the time, but she frequently wore form-fitting blouses and t-shirts. Jim had once even seen a grade school boy stop dead in his tracks and turn to follow Betsy with his eyes as she sashayed down the sidewalk.

Betsy's hair was a beautiful chestnut brown, long and shiny. Her brown eyes were accented by a tad too much makeup for Jim's taste, but they were arresting, nevertheless. Sure, she was more than twenty years younger than Jim, but she had made a few rounds around this little town. Not enough to make her unsavory or anything, but enough that Jim knew she had an itch that needed scratching from time to time.

Betsy was married, but no one had seen the husband in five or six years. No kids either. She worked at a mortgage company in addition to her cosmetics sales job. As Jim's eyes quickly took in the high heels, short skirt, and form-fitting blouse, he wondered what fuckin' her would be like. He wasn't even uncomfortable that the bulge in his pants was quite visible to the woman. In fact, he sort of hoped she'd see it.

"Oh, hello, Jim," she said following a brief pause after he'd opened the door.

"Hi, Betsy. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. I have your wife's order here. Is she home?"

"Well, no, Betsy. She's gone. For at least a week, maybe more. In Minneapolis visiting her sister."

Betsy looked momentarily confused. She was surprised to hear that Nancy was away. She hadn't known she wouldn't be here. She eyed Jim, recalling how she'd always admired the way this man moved. He was absolutely elegant in his carriage. So unusual for such a large man. Betsy felt rather dwarfed in his presence. His piercing blue eyes were always direct and his square-jawed face quick to break into a smile. Suddenly, she remembered how he'd looked at the Fourth of July parade last month--tanned, erect, handsome, gliding along in the parade as if he walked on air. After a few seconds, she seemed to have made up her mind about something, looked down, cleared her throat, looked up, and spoke.

"Well, Jim. I can just come in and leave this order with you. Do you think you can pay me? A check is fine." She paused, eyed his drink, then continued. 

"I have to say though, I was supposed to give your wife a nice foot rub with this new product she ordered. Supposed to make your feet feel soft and refreshed. I guess I'd better demonstrate on you so you'll be able to show her, huh?"

Jim knew he should be blushing. He knew he should be shutting the door. He knew he should be doing almost anything except what he was doing-contemplating fucking this woman. He also knew that she probably would not be too adverse to following through with his thoughts, especially since she'd offered to give him a foot rub.

"Sure, c'mon in. I'll just get the checkbook."

"How 'bout one of those drinks, too, eh, Jim? I could use a stiff one."

Now Jim really almost choked on the laughter he'd been holding back since the earlier ding-dong thought. Stiff, I guess. I'll give ya a stiff one, darlin'. He took control of his thoughts and asked Betsy if Scotch was all right to which she replied that it would be perfect.

When he returned to the living room with the checkbook and their drinks, Betsy had kicked off the high heels and positioned herself on the floor in front of the chair that Jim called home. She was removing items from a large canvas bag that had been thrown over her shoulder. As she pulled things out of the bag, a small egg-shaped item partially revealed itself, but Betsy quickly scooped it back inside.

"This your chair, isn't it, darlin'? I thought you could get comfy and let me go to work on those feet. You walk a lot, don't ya?" She did not pause long enough for Jim to answer. He didn't suppose she really wanted an answer anyway. She continued. "I sure didn't know Nancy was gonna be gone. She didn't say a thing. Guess she was just too excited about gettin' outta this heat for a while. Guess it's cool up there in Minneapolis, huh?"

This time she paused for a breath as she motioned Jim into the chair. He handed her drink down to her before he walked to the front of the chair. Betsy looked up at the giant man towering over her. Her thoughts wouldn't behave. She certainly didn't subscribe to the old tale about men's feet, or noses, or hands being an indication of their cock size. But for goodness sakes, this man's cock could be less than average and he'd be a great lay because of the body mass pumping it. Whew. Imagine that.

Jim folded down into the chair and placed his drink on the table to his right. When he had fixed Betsy's drink and freshened his own, he'd also removed the steak from the grill and placed it in the fridge. No beef tonight. Perhaps some other treat would be in store.

"You wanna slip off those boots, sugar, or do you want me to give 'em a pull?"

"Oh, I got 'em," Jim replied as he reached down, tugging off the boots, first right then left. He tossed them to the side and removed his socks. He wriggled his toes a bit. Betsy gently cupped the bottom of his left foot. 

"I'll start with this one, ok, hon?"

"Sure," Jim murmured. "Whatever."

He watched Betsy's face, suddenly focused on his foot, and realized that she was quite serious about the massage. She removed her hand from his foot and reached over to uncap a bottle and squirt some liquid into one palm. She then rubbed her hands together and began to massage Jim's left foot. It felt good. Real good. Soon, Jim's head went back to rest on the chair's back and he allowed the pleasure of the massage to fill his mind. He barely noticed when Betsy switched to his right foot. 

Jim did notice, however, when Betsy's hand began to move softly up his inner thigh. He didn't raise his head immediately, thinking he might be daydreaming. Nope. Her hand had just stopped its travel right on top of his hard on. Now his head did come up and he stared at her brown eyes with his blue ones. Neither of them flinched.

"Well," Betsy said. "I don't have any particular cream for that appendage, but I could massage it anyway," she grinned.

"Oh, you could, could you?" Jim asked. 

"I sure could. That is, if you'd want me to. I mean, I know you're married and all. But I also know that things aren't normal for you either."

Jim was rather surprised at this statement, a surprise that must have been reflected in his face because Betsy spoke again.

"Well, you know. You know how people talk. I mean, well, everybody knows that Nancy doesn't, well, you know, anymore. It's not like she can help it or anything. I mean, women do talk, you know." Betsy looked at Jim without blinking, without a trace of embarrassment.

"In fact," she continued, " a lot of us have wondered what you do about, well, you know, about sex. I mean, when you get horny. Like now. Whaddya do with that thing?" Betsy smiled warmly at Jim.

"Whaddya think I do?" Jim smiled back.

"Hmmmmm." Betsy paused and then rose up on her knees, moving closer to Jim's. Her other hand joined the one resting on Jim's crotch. "Maybe you do one of my favorite things to watch a man do. Something that makes me really hot."

"And what would that be, Betsy? What makes you really hot?"

"I like to watch. Like to watch a guy get himself off. It gets me so excited I just can't stand it!" Betsy really emphasized the word "stand" as she spoke.

"Uh, huh. I see," Jim murmured. His hands went down to cup Betsy's. He brought them to his lips and softly kissed them. She crawled up into his lap as he continued kissing her, moving from her hands to her neck to her face. Finally, Jim wrapped his arms tightly around Betsy's waist and kissed her hard on the lips. Betsy squirmed on Jim's lap, increasing the bulge still enclosed in the trousers. Betsy shifted her weight back and her hands, which had been wrapped lightly around Jim's neck, now found their way to Jim's zipper and freed his cock from the pants and underwear.

"Oooooooooooo," Betsy giggled. "We better get this thing to bed. It feels like it has fever or something. Plus, it's so swollen." This time she stressed the word "swollen."

Jim shifted his hands to cup Betsy's ass. Ummm, he thought. Firm. As he stood up, Jim easily and quickly lifted Betsy, who wrapped her legs around his waist, with him. Betsy grabbed her glass as Jim headed through the bedroom door. When he reached the side of the bed, Jim loosened his grip on Betsy's behind and she slid her legs down to stand before him, reaching over to the bedside table to deposit the cool, perspiring glass. She then reached her arms up to encircle his neck and pull his face down to kiss him. Jim, however, was just too tall to comfortably bend down to Betsy's height. He eased her down on the bed in a sitting position and sat beside her. 

Betsy quickly began to cover Jim's face and neck in hot little kisses and licks. A moment or two of this and Jim stood to remove his shirt, then his trousers. Betsy, still seated, quickly undid the top few buttons of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Magnificent breasts were visible through a lacy bra. Jim almost gasped. He wanted to suck those nipples. He pulled Betsy up and placed his hands at the hem of her skirt, slowly moving them upward. He felt for the sides of her panties, then pulled them down. God, there wasn't a half ounce of fabric in the things. Tiny. Meanwhile, Betsy had unfastened the lacy bra and removed it, unleashing the large, rounded breasts. 

Betsy's hands moved to the band of Jim's underwear and tugged them down. Meanwhile, Jim's hands swiftly undid the zipper on Betsy's skirt. She wiggled as he pulled it down. Skirt and underwear on the floor, Jim pushed Betsy down onto the bed, spread her legs, and admired the neatly shaved pussy staring up at him. Ah, what a tasty treat it looked to be!

Jim buried his face between Betsy's thighs. God, he hadn't tasted pussy this good in a long time. She was sweet and wet, humping up to his mouth. She tasted of vanilla and womanhood. He wanted to fuck her, hard. But he wanted to taste her, too. She moaned and twisted. When he pulled away a little, she'd push her pussy to follow his mouth. He loved it when she did this, so he did it a lot.

At some point, Betsy started babbling. 

"Umm. So goooood. Keep it up. Right there. Yes, right theeeeeeerree. God, I'm hot. Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me." Betsy began to raise the upper part of her body off the bed to pull Jim up to her. But he had a better idea, an idea born from glancing at the bedside table as he'd raised his head to look at her when she'd begun to talk to him. There it was-cold, shiny, wet. Betsy's Scotch glass. Jim suddenly determined to cool Betsy down in more ways than one.

As he rose on his knees, Betsy was certain that she would be deliciously impaled any second. But Jim continued his movement until he reached beyond and above her. What was he doing? Oh, getting a drink. Jim repositioned himself, knees straddled around Betsy's body. He leaned over her and placed his lips on hers, letting her discover that he still held a couple of partially melted ice cubes in his mouth. Then he raised his head, smiling, to look her in the eyes. Suddenly, it dawned on her what were his intentions. She looked at Jim and grinned wickedly. 

"Well, sir, exactly what do you intend to do with that ice?"

"Well," Jim replied. "You said you were hot, so I thought I'd cool ya down a bit."

"Ohhhhh. How very thoughtful of you." Betsy smiled widely.

Jim took Betsy's left nipple into his mouth and began to suck. The ice cubes circled 'round and 'round the hard protrusion, making it even harder, if possible. The heat of Betsy's body soon melted what was left of the ice, but her nipple remained quite cold. She shivered, but it wasn't from being too cold. She proffered her right nipple to Jim, arching her body up to his mouth. He had to retrieve more ice from the glass before he could comply.

When Jim took the right nipple into his mouth, Betsy started talking again.

"That's it, baby. Cool it down. Suck on it and make it behave. Suck hard."

As Jim responded to Betsy's request, his right hand fingers went to her left nipple to pinch it while the other one received the ice treatment. Betsy squirmed. Jim noticed her right hand traveling down to rest between her legs.

"No you don't," Jim said, pulling his mouth from Betsy's stiff nipple. "If that's hot, I have the ice treatment for that, too."

"No-ohhhhhhh," Betsy screamed in mock consternation. "No-ohhhhhhhh. You better not!"

She began to sit up to protect herself, but to no avail. Jim's left arm easily pushed her back down to the bed and held her there gently. She mildly complained. Jim's right hand went between Betsy's thighs, spreading them apart. He used his thumb and forefinger to spread her lips wide. Although the ice was gone, Jim's tongue was still very cold. He lapped his tongue up Betsy's slit with a long, slow stroke. She shivered, her body moving side to side as a long moan issued from her mouth. Jim continued to lap for a while, but thought more ice might be called for. As he eased up to reach for the glass, Betsy's body moved to follow him. He no longer held her down with his left arm. Betsy's eyes opened as she felt Jim get farther away, but closed again when she determined that he was getting more ice.

Then her eyes flew wide open. He'd left the bed. Oh, god. Surely this wasn't it. Oh, no.

"Jim, Jim where are you going?" she implored.

"More ice, darlin'. You're so hot you've melted what was in the glass. Gotta get lots more ice for all your hot spots." Jim chuckled as he moved through the bedroom door and to the kitchen. Betsy had followed his last comment by saying he'd better bring an ice chest 'cause she had lots of hot spots. Yeah. I bet, Jim thought. Meanwhile, his cock was beginning to ache for release. A bit more ice, and then it was time to ride.

When Jim returned with a large insulated mug of ice cubes, Betsy had re-arranged herself on the bed. Her upper torso was propped up on the pillows, her legs spread so widely that each foot neared the edge of the queen-sized bed. What a view, Jim thought.

As he crawled back into bed, Betsy smiled and leaned over to kiss Jim on the cheek. 

"Thanks for coolin' me, Jim. I need it."

He smiled, removed a large ice cube from the mug and held it to her left nipple. Betsy jumped slightly, involuntarily moving away from the ice attack. Jim cupped Betsy's shoulder and moved her back. He circled the cube around and around, each circle edging Betsy away from the icy cold. Finally, Jim spoke to Betsy in an authoritarian tone, not seriously, of course, but enough for her to react.

"Betsy, if you don't stop pulling away from me, I'm going to have to tie you to the bed. Now you know as well as I do that you need a coolin', and if you don't be still, I'm gonna hafta take action. Do you understand?"

Betsy understood perfectly. Understood that when Jim said he might have to tie her to the bed that her twat started twitching of its own volition, that is if pussies have volition, and her mind reeled. Oh, god. He wouldn't, would he? Would he? Did she want him to? Betsy's brain told her no, but her body yelled yes. Yes, she would. Would like that.

"You wouldn't tie me up. You wouldn't do that, would you? Jim? Would you?" Betsy sat up, straining against Jim's arm.

Jim saw a flicker of hesitation, fear, in Betsy's eyes. He cupped her chin in his right hand and whispered to her.

"No, not if you don't want me to." He paused, then continued. "But if you do want me to, we could sure get ya cooled down." He grinned at her. Jim didn't want her to think he was a perv or anything, so he added that he'd make the bindings very loose and that he'd untie her anytime she asked. Betsy stared into Jim's eyes for a half a minute, then nodded assent.

Betsy couldn't believe this was happening. She'd always wanted to be tied up. But this was scary. What if she didn't like it? What if she freaked out? What if, what if, what if, you ninny, she chided herself. You wanna know what it's like? Then here's your chance. Shut up and enjoy it.

Jim was moving to his closet. He retrieved four silk ties. Never wore them anymore. Around her limbs would be a much better place for these than his neck, he thought. He reassured Betsy some more, patting her gently as he positioned her arms and legs. Damn, no four-poster bed. Good thing the bed was low to the ground. The ties were going to have to go around the legs of the bed.




Ding Dong



Ding Dong!

He opened the door to see a woman standing there smiling. She stood about 5 six, with orange hair and freckles. She had strong shoulders, large breasts, and wide hips. She was wearing a low-cut sleeveless shirt, and a long flowing skirt. His first thought was that she looked like she belonged at a bluegrass music festival.

"Hi, my Name's Mary!" she said, and stuck out her hand for him to shake. 

"Do you have a minute?" She said. "I'd like to talk to you about something that could change your life." 

"Wait a minute, what's this about," he said. "You aren't here to preach are you? I'm not interested in joining some weird religion. "

"Oh, not at all, I just want to show you how easy it could be for you to... hey, I see you have some beautiful cedar flooring in there. Would you wind letting me polish it for you? No charge. Really, it'll only take a minute." She beamed at him again and seemed to bounce slightly with excitement.

"Oh, all right" he said as he gave in and swung the door open for her to enter. 

She immediately got down on her knees and pulled out a bottle of something yellow, which she poured out onto the floor. "Don't worry, she said, when I'm done, these floors are going to shine." She then began to rub the oil across the floor with her bare hands! He was beginning to have his doubts about this woman. After about fifteen minutes she had smeared the floor with a nice even coat of oil, and he did have to admit, the floor had more of a shine to it than it did before. 

"See, she said, this stuff really works wonders! And you know what the best part is? She began licking her fingers one by one," 

Alright, this lady is really nuts, I need to get her out of here...

When she got to her middle and index fingers, she inserted them all the way into her mouth and sucked them clean as she withdrew them with a slight pop. 

"It's non-toxic! Actually it's perfectly safe to eat and tastes pretty good." She beamed at him again.

Come look at it from this angle, she said, and motioned for him to stand in front of where she was kneeling. He came over to look and she stood up. As she stood, her breasts brushed the front of his pants slightly. She was now standing face to face with him, much closer than he was comfortable with, and he could feel the warmth of her body occupying the air in front of him. Again she smiled at him, but before he could step back from her, she nodded behind him, and said, 

"hey, are you gonna eat that?"

"What, what are you talking about?" He said as he turned to look.

As he did, she grabbed the front of his pants and poured the rest of the floor polish into them. Oil ran down his cock, across his balls, and between his legs, leaving a huge grease stain on the front of his jeans.

"Hey what the hell!" he said

"Oh my, I better be going now..." she said, and ran out the door before he could stop her.

Geez, he thought, well I guess I better go clean up.

And he walked upstairs to change pants.

No sooner had he removed his boxers though, than he heard the door open, and footsteps entering. 

She must have forgotten something, or else she thinks I might actually buy something off of her. That woman is crazy! I should have locked the door when she left.

"Go away!" He called. "I don't want any of whatever you're selling. Just take your things and get out." 

But he could hear footsteps coming toward the bedroom instead.

He was standing at the sink about to clean himself up, when her face popped through the door. 

"Oh, right, that's where I put it." She said, absent-mindedly.

He froze for a moment in disbelief, standing there with the sink running, washrag in hand, naked from the waist down.

She walked casually over to him.

"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm required to return whatever I don't use in a demonstration."

"I'm going to have to take this back with me." And with that she reached down and wrapped her hand gently around his cock, which noticeably stiffened as she tugged on it lightly.

His jaw hung open as he briefly considered just agreeing to buy the stuff and have her leave him alone.

But the she dropped down, and took his balls into her mouth and started sucking all of the oil off.

At this point his body took over for him and decided to let the woman do whatever the hell she wanted. 

Once she'd finished cleaning his balls, she began licking up and down his legs to remove the oil from there as well.

Finally, all that was left was his cock, which was now standing fully erect, head glistening with polish. He leaned against the sink for support as she began licking from the base up to the tip, and he felt his knees weaken slightly. When she reached the tip, she wrapped her lips around the base of the head and sucked hard, running her tongue all around the head, and pulling back slowly until it popped out of her mouth again. Then she took him into her mouth again, this time letting her lips start a little further down the shaft, and sucked back until he popped out again. She continued to work her way down this way, little by little until finally she had her lips resting all the way at the base of his shaft and she withdrew ever so slowly, sucking so hard he could feel the blood rushing to the head of his cock, and When his head finally popped out of her mouth he felt ready to burst. 

Just then she seemed to notice something on her skirt. 

What? Was she just going to leave him like that? He was aching to come, was she really finished with him?

Apparently she was, because she was now busy looking at a spot of oil on the waist of her skirt.

"Well, that won't do," she said, as she removed the skirt and began sucking at the oil spot.

He stared at her, now also nude from the waist down, as she apparently had not been wearing underwear. Her crotch bore the same freckles as her face, and the same orange hair as her head.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to nibble at her pussy lips, but he was in unfamiliar territory and just stood there, baffled, watching her suck on her skirt. 

She finished the skirt and dropped it to the ground.

"Of course, your pants!" she said, and turned around to where his pants lay on the floor. She could easily have just picked them up, but instead she got down on all fours and began sucking and licking at the jeans.

Her ass stuck up into the air, and her legs were spread apart slightly, so that her full pussy was presented to him, lips parted and glistening with moisture.

Well, shit, if that isn't an invitation...

He got down behind her and buried his face between her ass cheeks. He sucked her labia into his mouth, first the outer, and then the inner lips. With his hands, he held her hips firmly in place.

"Oh, my, you don't have to do that!"

He stopped for a moment.

"But, you certainly can if you want to, I suppose."

With that, he let his tongue slide into her vagina, and he sucked gently at her juices. He pulled his tongue out and let it slide down to her clitoris, which he rolled around in circles between his tongue and lips. She began grinding and rocking into him, and he could hear her moans, muffled by the jeans which were still in her mouth.

Just when he could feel her tension starting to build, she stood up, leaving him lying on the ground beneath her.

She turned around to face him.

"Well, I'm finished, but I must admit, I've become slightly horny now. Would you mind terribly if I used your shower?"

"What, why?"

"I would like to masturbate."

"Uh, yeah that's fine I guess... I mean I don't have one of those shower heads with the massage attachments if that's what you're after. Wouldn't you rather just have sex?"

"No," she said, not really making eye contact and removing her shirt, exposing her bouncing breasts and stiffened nipples.

"I quite enjoy masturbating in the shower. Don't really need a fancy showerhead; fingers will do the trick nicely." She smiled down at him, holding up her hand and wiggling her fingers.

"Suit yourself," he said. "I guess I'll just finish myself up out here then." Sounding more than a little disappointed, and still slightly confused.

"If that's what you prefer." she said again, smiling at him as she strode to the shower and turned on the water.

AS she walked away he admired her ass and began stroking himself. He could hear the slick sounds of her fingers beating a rhythm into her clit in the warm water of the shower. He could hear her breathing get quicker and heavier, quicker and heavier. Then the wet slap of fingers got louder, and he could hear her speed intensify until finally she uttered a load moan and stopped. 

He couldn't help feeling slightly jealous, as he still hadn't come yet.

"Hey, I know you're busy over there, but do you think you could do me a big favour?" He heard her call from the shower.

"What? Look, what are you playing at here anyway? What do you want from me?"

"Pleeease..." she whined in a soft sweet voice, sounding both desperate and innocent. 

"It'll only take a second, I promise."

"Oh, fuck, fine, what is it?"

"Can you fetch my bag from downstairs, there's something in it I need."

"Alright fine," he grumbled and went downstairs to get the bag. Once he had it though, he couldn't resist a peek. Inside were three more bottles of floor polish, a bottle of meds, and a handkerchief.

He handed her the bag and she dug through it for a moment.

"What, where is it?" She said after digging through the bag for a minute

"What, what are you looking for?"

"Oh, just my green dildo. I like to have something up my ass when I masturbate."

"What?"

"You know, for that extra sensation. I just don't feel as satisfied when I orgasm unless there's something up my ass. Say, your cock isn't busy at the moment is it? I mean, I know you were doing your thing over there and all. I wouldn't want to interrupt."

"Oh, no, I don't mind at all. Why didn't you say so before?"

"Alright, get in here then."

He stepped in to the shower and she poured some oil onto his stiff and aching cock. She stroked it a few times to get it well lubed, and he shuddered from the sensation and the anticipation of more. Then she poured a little oil on her fingertips and reached back to grease her asshole. She spread her legs and leaned forward so that her ass stuck up in the air, and her lubed asshole puckered open slightly. She reached back and guided the head of his cock to her opening. She pressed back against him until she could feel his head pop through her hole. He pushed up into her until he felt her sphincter tighten around the base of his cock. She began to beat a rhythm again, laying her head back against his shoulder and moaning in satisfaction. He rocked his cock inside her to the beat of her fingers. His hands felt her luscious breasts, and gently squeezed her nipples between his thumb and fingers. He nibbled at her ears at first, and then as she picked up speed he sucked at the nape of her neck, and brought his hands down to her waist. He held her hips as she pounded her ass back against him, and he pounded his cock into her. He felt the inside of her ass get hotter around him as friction and arousal brought him ever closer to orgasm. Finally, she came, just as he was about to, and as she did her ass clenched tight around the base of his cock. He could feel his cock bulging inside her, and with each quiver of her orgasm, he could feel the tip of his cock swelling, burning, aching for release. His cum was ready to burst, but her ass was clenched too tight around him. He could only wait helplessly as wave after wave of orgasm rocked through her for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she came back down and he felt her relax. He held her hips firmly in place as his turn came, and he pumped her up and down on his cock, filling her ass with jet after jet of hot sperm.

He trembled as his tender, spent cock slid out of her ass, and he slumped to the floor of the shower.

His face was now level with her pussy again, as she was still standing.

"Would you mind cleaning me up?" she asked, but before he could respond she pressed herself against his face, her lips level with his.

He gave in, and began licking her lips clean, and sucking out her juices.

When he finished, she stepped out of the shower and began drying off with one of his towels.

"Wait, I don't even know who you are. Where are you going?" he said as she began putting her clothing back on.

"I'm going out, and I told you, my name's Mary."

With that, she grabbed her bag and left. 



*Ding Dong* Hurry Up!



This is basically a complete rip off of Apathalene's "The Dinner Party," though a little different. I'd be surprised if I don't get lot of complaints about the similarities. To be honest I wrote this after reading about halfway through Apathalene's until I realized it was T-girl top. At the time I had no interest in that so wrote this story with my changes. Now I actually enjoy T-girl top stories and prefer them as well. I just want to give credit where it's due, so basically this is completely unoriginal and all the credit should go to Apathalene.



*Ding Dong* Hurry Up!

I was in the kitchen; it was around 6:30 at night and had been preparing several dishes for the dinner party my partner and I were hosting. I'm a stay-at-home woman while Jane goes and gets the money. I loved my life, I had been with Jane for nearly two years now, as lovers, and I never grew tired of her. I missed her that day, as I do when she goes to work. But it was Friday and the weekend was fast approaching. Jane invited two married couples to our dinner party tonight and I was happy to cook for the six of us.

Anyways, I was in the kitchen cooking our meal, and in my usual house attire. I never dressed up too much since I really didn't have to, but tonight I did for the special occasion. For starters I was in my favorite lingerie, a matching set of black silky lace bra and thong. I had a garter belt suspending my sheer black tights as well and three inch stiletto heels. I wore a loose fitting summer's dress, with flowers scattered all along it and my brunette hair tied back into a pony-tail to keep from getting in my way as I cooked.

I was expecting company in another 15 minutes or so and Jane was supposed to be home half an hour ago. I was getting a little frantic as I rushed to get everything squared away when I heard the door open.

"Honey, I'm home!" I heard her sensual voice. I was a little ticked off by her tardiness but I soon lit up when I saw my girl come into the kitchen. I tried to hide my uplifting mood by pouting and complaining to her, "you were supposed to help me out with all this! I don't know if I can get this all squared away before our guests arrive!" She didn't take it as she came back with her own real anger, "Hey! I've been at the office all fucking day and have been piled and piled on at work! The least you could do is lay off me while I get the money!" I started to tear up hearing her; I never liked it when she yelled at me. "Oh come here, I'm sorry I yelled it's just I've been so stressed lately..." she hugged me and let me embrace her. As I calmed down I looked up into her eyes, "you know what would help me?" she asked. I shook my head, no. She kissed me and pulled away soon after, "some love." I knew what she meant and asked, "now?!" a bit shocked, "but our guests will be here any minute!" "I know, we'll make it quick, I promise!" I didn't protest as Jane led me to the kitchen counter, gently nudging me the way there. I tried to speak up again, "But, they'll be here any minute!" I tried again to no avail as she bent me over the counter. She lifted the back of my summer dress and bunched it up above my waist, exposing my panty clad bottom to her. "Oh, I've missed this ass all day!" she cooed.

Jane was right up against my bum; I felt her luscious thighs on me. I moaned as the anticipation was getting the better of me, and I was starting to get wet. I heard Jane slip her tight business skirt up. I couldn't see directly what was happening next but I could see from her movements that she was getting ready. The next thing I knew I felt a large bulbous object on my bum. I heard her moan again, "I've been thinking about you all day!" I moaned as I felt my thong being pushed to the side, exposing my tight little bum hole to Jane. I was getting wetter by the second as I knew Jane was almost done preparing herself for me.

"Ready babe?" she asked in her husky sexy voice. I nodded with a smile, which soon turned into a grimace as I felt Jane push her meat into me. I resisted instinctively, and she complained, "come on babe, we don't have a lot of time. You said so yourself." I groaned again as I felt more pressure. Jane kept pushing and soon the tip of her meaty cock was in me. I squirmed on the counter top to try and get comfortable but it was hopeless. I felt Jane lift my right leg and prop it on the countertop. "Ah that's better," she moaned, "I just love seeing your ass spread wide for me." I felt Jane push more and I started to take her meaty womanhood all the way in. she kept going until all 9 inches of her were pressed all the way to my butt. "You okay babe?" she asked. I whimpered back, "Yes..."

"Here it comes!" she moaned and pulled out quickly. She didn't waste any time and thrust herself back into me. I whimpered and groaned with each of her deep thrusts and felt myself leaking juices. "Oh baby, that's what I needed!" she moaned as she kept fucking me. I imagined that her face was contorting with each powerful thrust. My arousal was at its highest now and I begged her to let me play, "can I cum too?"

"Yes baby, play with yourself, cum for me!" she grunted. I happily took my right hand and slowly brought it around the front of my thong. I tugged on the waistband to let my prize free. I gasped finally as my cock finally was let out of its prison and started stroking myself in time with Jane's thrusts.

"Ooohhh, I'm getting close!" I heard her moan.

"Hurry!" was all I could say, I knew the guests would be home soon. I wasn't as close but she was helping by tickling my prostate in the best way possible. I started to moan now as the penetrations were getting better and better.

Soon I felt Jane's urgency and knew she was getting close. I too was getting close and started jerking my aching cock faster as well. *Ding Dong* I heard the door bell! 'Oh no!' I thought. But I heard Jane speak up. "Just a minute!" she yelled breathlessly. Jane grabbed my shapely hips and was pounding so hard now. I moaned as the she caught me off guard with faster thrusts and it was too much for me. I groaned in bliss, "OOooooohhhhhh!!!!!" and felt my throbbing cock pulse inside my hand and spewed my precious cum all over my hand.

"GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled Jane as I felt her cock spasm inside of my asshole and I felt five thick spurts of semen blast into me. She took one final plunge into me as her sixth and ultimate spurt of sweet goodness imbedded deep in my bowels. The two of us stayed there for a little while until I felt Jane's cock slowly soften. She waited until she was completely flaccid before she pulled out and rearranged my thong. I giggled to myself feeling her seed leak from within me and coat the inside of my pretty panties. I too tucked myself and hopped off the counter and rearranged the rest of myself. "I love you," I said.

"I love you too darling," said Jane as she left to let our guests in.

The dinner party was a complete success and that night I got my revenge and destroyed Jane's asshole until I was leaving my own seed deep inside her!



Ding Dong The Bitch Is Dead



When I heard that my mother was dead, I laughed so hard I pissed my pants. Donald, my mother's stupidly loyal husband of fifteen years, called with the news. His voice was raw from hours of crying. I hung up on him so he wouldn't hear me laugh.

Paula, my basket-case girlfriend, looked up at me curiously. The joint we had been sharing smoldered in her hand. "What is it?"

"My mother's dead," I stated, then let loose a gale of laughter. Paula, I'm sure, managed to convince herself that my hysterics were from grief.

"Oh my God, Emma," she said. "How?"

"Fuckin' shark ate her," I managed, then lost it. There could be no doubt now that it was hilarity I was gripped with. I laughed so hard I fell to the floor and rolled around gripping my sides. The tears were falling now, to be sure, but they had nothing to do with grief. The laughing gave way to coughing, my lungs still a little tender from the pot. That's when it happened. Hot liquid erupted between my legs.

"Oh no," I coughed. "Oh shit."

Paula looked with horror upon the dark wet spot on the crotch of my jeans.

"Are you all right?" she said, dainty nose wrinkling in disgust.

I shook my head violently, still laughing. I was helpless. Two full minutes went by before I got myself under control.

"God," I said when I could finally breathe again. "I thought that cunt was going to live forever."

"Emma!" Paula said, aghast.

I glared up at her. "Fuck you, Paula. Like you don't have mother issues."

When I was eight I entered into one of the periodic war of the wills which defined my relationship with my mother. This was after she divorced my father, but before she married Donald. It was just the two of us living in the house. The object of conflict, this time, was my messy room. Mother would be damned, she told me, if she was going to clean it. I was a big girl now and could clean my own room. I'm sure this was true, but I had chosen this arena to test the boundaries of parental authority in my new father-less world. Normal childhood behavior, I have been assured. Only there was nothing normal about my dealings with Mother. The conflict had been going on for weeks with neither side willing to compromise her position. My bedroom attained dizzying levels of slovenliness. This made me curious as to how bad it could get, and drove my mother into paroxysms of rage. I was screamed at, slapped, and grounded until college, but I would not concede. 

Eventually, I was locked in the room and told I could not come out until it was clean. I sullenly rearranged the mess, shoved half the crap under my bed, and broadcast my displeasure by slamming things around as loudly as possible. When this didn't satisfy my mother's white-glove criteria, the door was again locked. So I snuck out my bedroom window and spent two days hiding out in the toolshed behind my friend Stacy Barnum's house. 

I eventually got tired of eating the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches Stacy smuggled out to me and came home, only to be locked in the room again. This time Mother took all my clothes so I couldn't run away. Undefeated, I slipped out the window naked and ran screaming down the street until the neighbors called the police.

That should have broken my mother. I fully expected it would. Embarrassment was her greatest fear, and her daughter running stark raving naked down the street should have been enough to kill the woman. But I underestimated her. After I was returned home, wrapped in a policeman's blanket, Mother sat me down at the kitchen table. On the table was a bowl containing the goldfish I had kept for over a year. His name was Jaws, of course.

"I want you to watch very carefully," Mother stated. Then she grabbed the green fish net and scooped Jaws out onto the table.

My pet flopped around, drowning in the air. I tried to rescue him, but was slapped back into my seat.

"Watch, you little bitch," Mother hissed.

She grabbed my arm and held me fast. I watched the fish die.

"You're going to go upstairs now and clean your room," Mother then stated with certainty. "Or I'm going to kill Fluffy, too."

Fluffy was the kitten my father had given me just a few weeks before. I looked into her cruelly smiling eyes and knew she was telling the truth. Sobbing with acknowledged defeat, I sulked upstairs and cleaned my room. It was spotless when I was finished.

Now, years later, sweet karma balances the score. While swimming in the ocean by the beach house of some of her good rich friends, Mother was attacked by a hungry hammerhead. Bit off her leg in one bite, then came back for a good chunk of her side. She died of either shock or blood loss before any of her swimming companions even realized she was in trouble. The revenge of Jaws? If the universe is just, it must be so. 

Two days later and I was on a plane bound for Miami and the funeral. I was traveling by myself. Paula had wanted to come, but I had insisted on going it alone. This, of course, had prompted a huge screaming battle. I swear, sometimes I wish I'm straight. Any boy would be silently grateful that he was being let off the hook, but of course a girl takes it as a mortal insult that you don't invite her along to your mother's funeral.

It's not like I was ashamed of her. Actually, I would have rather enjoyed the mortification I would have caused my family by showing up at the funeral with my girlfriend. They were all such uptight, repressed WASPs. The only thing that could have possibly offended them more would be a black guy. Knowing that my mother would be the most humiliated was almost enough to make me change my mind. I told her that I was gay once, years before I had actually slept with a girl.

"Don't come crying to me when you get AIDS!" she had shrieked.

I laughed at the memory as I leaned back in my narrow airplane seat. At least I had a halfway decent buzz. I had flirted with the male flight attendant, and was rewarded with double the usual allotment of plastic-cup gin-and-tonics. I wasn't anywhere near drunk, but was far enough along not to mind either the indignities of air travel or the knowledge of what awaited me on the other end of the journey.

I decided then that it probably was embarrassment, after all, that made me want to keep Paula away from this experience. But it was my family I was ashamed of. I had lived in Chicago for four years and had carefully cultivated a bohemian air of art school lesbian chic. That's all Paula knew of me. I didn't want her to see what I come from. The gossip harpy aunts and golf club dentist uncles. So goddamn dreary.

The only person I was at all looking forward to seeing was Donald. My hapless stepfather was almost as out of place in my mother's world as I was. He was a high school Biology teacher, for God's sake. The only reason he lasted with my mother as long as he did was because he was so spineless. He was probably the one man in the world who could have put up with Mother's shit for as long as he did.

I always liked Donald, even if I never really respected him. He was warm and friendly, as opposed to my mother's cold-cunt cruelty. He had a dry, offbeat sense of humor that I came to appreciate more and more the older I got. But Jesus, he flinched like a puppy when my mother snapped her fingers. This made his occasional stabs at exerting parental authority simply pathetic. I guess we had our share of conflict during my stormy adolescence, but I always felt bad about it later, whereas I took pleasure from battles with Mother.

Donald also played an important, if inadvertent, part in my sexual development. Once, when I was eleven, I walked in on him masturbating in the bathroom. Talk about an embarrassing moment. I withdrew silently, and he came out red-faced a few minutes later, apologizing, terrified that he had somehow scarred me. I guess in a way he did. His was the first adult penis I had ever seen outside of forbidden magazines. That sight was the basis of nearly every sexual fantasy I had until I actually had sex. All the boys in my dreams wore Donald's cock. My memory swelled it to grotesque proportions. None of my male lovers have ever been able to live up to the imagined glory of my stepfather's prick.

I thought of this memory when I stepped off the plane and found him waiting for me. Nobody else in my family had thought to meet me at the airport, but there was poor, grief-stricken Donald; unshaven and disheveled, eyes puffy and red. He wore the same look of flinching guilt that I remembered so well, like he was afraid that any minute Mother would start yelling at him to quit being such a fucking cry-baby. I compared this to how he looked when I walked in on him, in the instant before he had seen me. He had smiled with the modest victory of his secret pleasure, a thrilling power not even my Mother could take away from him.

"Emma," he said warmly. "I'm so glad you came."

He hugged me. It was as asexual a hug as you could hope for from a meek step-father like Donald, but without thinking I pressed myself close and felt his body through his clothes and my clothes. I wondered if I could make him smile like that again.

When he released me, he only blinked. If he had noticed the pressure, he gave no sign.

"How was your flight?" he asked innocently.

The two of us went down to find my luggage, Donald catching up on my life and relating details about Mother's death in his usual halting, disjointed way. I quickly saw him again as the middle-aged dork he was. I discounted that crazy flash of whatever it was as just part of the weird trip that death works on your head.

The funeral was the next day. Closed casket, of course. What they had found of Mother wasn't very attractive, I'm sure. For most of the wake, I sat near the back of the room staring at the expensive box that contained her remains, unable to shake the belief that she was in there staring back at me.

I was wearing a black dress carefully calculated to provoke the whispers of my bitch aunts. Just a little too short and a little too tight to be respectful, but not bad enough to be outrageous. On a last minute impulse before leaving the hotel that morning, I had taken off my panties. Kind of a final fuck-you to Mother. I remember once, on a dare, me and a few girlfriends had gone to the mall in short skirts with nothing underneath. Through her powerful sixth sense for impropriety, Mother had known. She confronted me when I came home, lifted my skirt to confirm her suspicions, and asked me in all seriousness if I was trying to get raped. Well, Mother, here it is, your last big social function, and again your flighty daughter has forgotten her drawers. Once, very quickly, I opened my legs and flashed the coffin.

I circulated the room a few times, the masochist in me feeling it necessary. I was subjected to not only the predictable clichés about Mother (such a shock, at least she didn't suffer, aren't the flowers lovely, etc.) but also asked not once, not twice, but three times if I was going to do something "more practical than art" in graduate school. At least I was only asked if I was seeing anybody once. My answer that yes, I was seeing someone, her name is Paula, spread through the room faster than I could.

Donald looked even more lost than I was. I noticed that he kept casting furtive glances up at the coffin, as if he too was convinced that Mother had through death gained the ability to see through solid wood. He did this in between doses of the candy-coated cruelty of Mother's family, possibly expecting her to sit up in the coffin and berate him for embarrassing her in front of her rich sisters. I flashed him an encouraging smile from across the room and he returned it sadly. His eyes were brimming with tears and I could tell he was only barely restraining himself from blubbering. 

Then who should show up but Dan Mason. Dr. Dan. Sans Mrs. Dr. Dan, of course. Handsome like a seventies soap star, Dr. Dan Mason was our family physician and Mother's long time lover. I found this out when I had mono in the seventh grade. The good Doctor did house calls, all right, but spent more time attending to Mother than to me. Dr. Dan actually had the balls to go over and shake Donald's hand, offering his condolences, knowing full well that Donald knew all about the affair.

All my Aunts were half in love with the doctor themselves, and were whole-heartedly in favor of adultery where Donald was concerned. So they cooed and cried with Mother's boyfriend, watching out of the corners of their eager eyes for the inevitable breakdown of the cuckold.

Donald bravely gulped back tears and retreated with dignity intact out of the room. Without pausing to ask myself why, I followed. We went downstairs, to where the restrooms were.

"Donald," I called after him.

"It's OK," he choked. "I'm OK. Just . . . give me a minute, OK?"

"Donald," I caught up to him and put my hand on his back. I felt him shaking through his jacket.

Donald turned to face me, his entire being quivering with barely restrained collapse.

"Oh, Em," he said, running a hand through his thinning hair. "Em, I . . ."

The grief exploded on Donald's face. The tears literally sprayed from his eyes as he was wracked with choking sobs. I knew what I had to do. I pushed Donald back, towards the lady's room door. Donald allowed me to guide him, too dumb with sorrow to realize where he was being led.

It was one of those high-class woman's restrooms, its true function as a place of elimination concealed by tasteful wallpaper and carpeting. There was a comfortable couch by the door, beside a clean table that looked like it was made for a tea party, not a toilet. I pushed Donald down on the couch and locked the door.

"I loved her, Emma," Donald sobbed, "but she . . ."

"She's a bitch," I sat beside Donald. Close.

He looked up at me, shocked that I'd say such a thing, not realizing yet how close I was.

"She's the coldest, meanest woman who ever lived and you are so much better off now that she's dead."

"Emma, don't say . . ."

Before he could protest further, I grabbed Donald's left hand and pressed it into my naked groin.

His eyes opened in shock, but he didn't pull his hand away. "What . . ."

"Shh . . ." I squirmed against him, soaking wet. Amazed, Donald slid his fingers across my sopping lips.

"This is wrong," he said weakly, and I kissed him to shut him up.

He kissed back, like he had never done before. All of our kisses in the past had been chaste, fatherly/ daughterly, never on the mouth. But he was so hungry now. His fingers penetrated me at the same time as his tongue.

Thank God Donald was left-handed. I felt his wedding band graze my engorged clitoris and I wanted it inside me. I wanted the ring my mother had put on his finger deep in my cunt where it would get lost and dissolve in my womb. I grabbed his hand and shoved it up inside and my vagina clenched down on his fingers, grasping, trying to swallow the ring. I knew it was engraved, and I saw my juices filling my mother's initials, and this thought made me come so hard I cried out.

Donald withdrew his dripping hand, ring still on. I don't know if he was afraid he'd hurt me or afraid that the vicious spasms of my cunt would chew his fingers off.

"Are you all right?"

"Shut the fuck up," I snarled and Donald tore at the strap of my dress, ravenous now, exposing my breast and devouring it, sucking the whole thing into his mouth. The one thing I had not inherited from Mother were her large breasts, but I know she never let Donald eat them the way he ate mine now. I wished I had milk for him, to feed him, but I was hungry too and we didn't have much time.

I pushed him off and tore at the fly of his swollen pants, breaking the zipper in my frenzy to expose the prick I'd dreamed of for so long. It swelled out as big as I remembered, bigger even. Jesus, was that possible? As I had done countless times in dreams I let that great gorged monster fill my mouth and tasted its delicious musk. Donald whimpered and I wondered if Mother ever did this for him. Probably not. My mother was incapable of anything so selfless as a blowjob.

Someone knocked on the door and Donald tried to pull away but I would not release him, would not let him go until I had sucked him dry no matter if the whole fucking wedding party burst in on us. My hand grasped Donald's testicles and I felt the orgasm start there before it exploded in my mouth. At that instant I remembered that Mother had made him get a vasectomy. Donald's cock twitched and danced under my tongue and sprayed its spermless come which my mother owned but never tasted and I squeezed the solid shaft and felt the course of the boundless liquid which spurted again and again until my throat couldn't take any more and my mouth was full and I let him go and my chin dripped with semen and still he kept coming and coming spraying like a geyser all over the tasteful couch and his funeral pants and my black dress and the tea party table and I wondered if he would ever stop coming.

He finally did, though, and only then did either one of us breathe.

"Jesus, Donald," I said. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

We both laughed at that, amazingly. Laughter, our sorrow drowned in Donald's voluminous ejaculation. The knock at the door came again and Donald and I exchanged a guilty, delighted look.

"Just a minute," I called sweetly, and we both laughed at that, too.

I stood up and looked in the mirror as I pulled my dress back on. The whole front was dripping with semen. I wet a paper towel and tried to wipe it off, but in my years of exclusive homosexuality I'd forgotten how sticky and indelible that stuff was. This was going to be a very visible stain. What's known as a "Presidential" stain in this day and age.

Donald was even worse off than I was. His receding penis was hanging out of his busted zipper, incredibly still dripping post-ejaculate down his trouser leg.

"Oh, shit," he said, grinning boyishly as he looked down at the mess.

He stood up and put himself away. I wiped him off the best I could, then zipped him up as far as he'd go and pulled his jacket shut to try to cover his yawning fly. With his sheepish guilt and crusty pants he looked exactly like someone who'd just been sucked off.

"Well, it's going to have to do," I shrugged.

I opened the door and admitted my purse-lipped Aunt Marlene.

"It's all yours," I said.

Together, Donald and I went back upstairs to the corpse of my mother and his wife. We feared her no longer. Our betrayal had set us free.

I wished she could have seen it. The stares and the whispers of her family as her come-stained husband and daughter watched her planted in the ground. I know Donald probably felt the same as me, that at any minute she would claw her way out of the casket and point an accusing finger at the both of us. We both felt that way right up until she was covered with that symbolic first layer of dirt. When nothing happened, I could sense Donald was relieved. But I felt a weird, crushing disappointment. Like what I'd done with Donald was an attempt to enrage her to the point of resurrection.

When it was done, Donald had no more tears. And, for the first time, I couldn't stop crying.

I sobbed for the entire flight home. The kindly old woman seated beside me asked me what the matter was, and I said that I was coming from my Mother's funeral, as if that explained everything. She nodded with understanding and patted my hand and gave me a little box of Kleenex from her purse.

I could no longer remember one negative thing about Mother. I tried. God knows. But every time I closed my eyes to try to conjure one of these traumas which had flowed so freely just the day before, I just saw the time we had gone to a parade when I was four and Mother had lifted me up on her shoulder so I could see the horses. Or all the times I was sick and she'd bring me 7-Up and crackers in bed. Or when she gave me a puppy for Christmas. From the deep well of my memory, I cast down for pain and came up with Kodak moments.




Ding Dong the Bitch Is Dead



(The day after "The Bitch's Oven)

Jennifer awoke that next morning to the most incredible sensation she had ever felt! She looked down to see Robin wallowing between her legs under the covers, her tongue bathing Jen's cunt with her warm wet touch. As Jen screamed a little sigh Robin popped her head out from under the covers and smiled at her with wet creamy lips.

"Good morning sweet meat." She said. She looked down at the dark blonde hair of Jen's pussy and smirked, "Breakfast!" She dropped back down and continued pleasuring Jen.

Soon Jen was quaking uncontrollably from a string of violent juice splashing orgasms. When she could stand no more she pulled Robin up and nuzzled Robin's head against her warm soft neck. She lay there silent for several minutes. Finally she lifted Robin's face so that their eyes met. Jen's were misty, Robin's were hot and fiery. 

"Oh girl, you are getting more and more incredible by the minute." Jen said her eyes closing softly.

"Hmmmm, does that mean you like me?" She said in a little girl voice.

"Oh most definitely." She responded.

Robin turned her attention to Jennifer's wonderful breasts. They weren't as awesome as Robin's but they were very, very close. Robin caressed and kissed and pinched and massaged and licked and rolled and maneuvered her nipples in every possible way. Finally Jennifer pushed Robin back toward her swollen soaked pussy.

"Oh damn girl, finish your breakfast and get out of here!" Jen couldn't let her get away without taking on one more volley of orgasms. It didn't take Robin long to get them started.

Suddenly Jennifer hopped from the bed. Strolling naked across the room she picked up a sweatshirt and sweatpants off a chair in the corner. She turned back toward Robin and threw them at her. They hit Robin in the face and slipped down to her lap. 

"Nice shot, honey but where am I going?" Robin asked from underneath a dangling leg of the sweatpants.

"YOU have to leave! Oh, I can't take anymore of this just now, you're way too hot. I love you little girl." Jennifer pulled her robe over her shoulders, turned and started studying her own face in the dresser mirror.

"Why can't I stay, I'll be good. Promise." Robin begged. 

"Get those sweats on and hit the road. I have to start getting ready anyway." Jen answered her eyes fixed on the mirror.

"Ready for what Jen?" Robin snapped.

"I have a date later and I need to get some things ready pretty soon now." Jen still didn't look away from the mirror.

"A date?" Robin was obviously hurt.

Jennifer turned and looked at her now. "Robin, there is no room for jealousy between us. That will only send us back to the relationship we had yesterday."

"Nooooo, not that, I don't want that but…" Her sentence faded.

Jennifer took a seat on the edge of the bed beside her. "What? You think we're getting married now or something?" Jen smiled at her.

Robin dropped her head sadly. "I didn't bring any rings." Jen smiled at this.

"That's my baby, keep the sense of humor." Jen patted her head and returned to the mirror.

She watched Robin pour out of bed and pull on the sweats. Robin flipped her hair from the neckline and shook it free throwing her head from side to side. Jen was amazed. This little jewel was sexy in everything she wore. She bet she would make a flannel nightshirt look hot. Robin slipped up beside Jennifer and laid her head on her robe clad shoulder. 

"Where did you think this would lead? Don't get hooked on any one person just yet. There is a garden of sweet flowers out there for you to pick." Jen worked with her hair trying out different looks for the night. "And, can you take some bad news right now?…"

Robin shook her head yes, she couldn't find her voice, her stomach turned inside her. 

"Robin, I'm a senior you know?" She started. "I will be graduating."

Again Robin shook her head yes, her eyes locked intensely on Jen's lips in the mirror.

"Well." She took hold of Robin's hand, "I'm graduating at the end of this semester, I start law school back east next semester."

Tears began to well up in Robin's eyes. "Noooo, Jen. That's just…just six weeks or so. Please, not so soon. I just found you and…" Her tears were flowing freely.

Jennifer gently wiped them away with the sleeve of her robe. "Oh Robin, little bird, you have just spread you wings. Fly! Don't worry. We have this short time, let's use it to it's fullest."

Her words fell on rejecting ears. She clutched the sleeve of Jen's robe and gripped it tight. Jen could feel the warm sweet tears on her neck. Robin cried out loud now sobbing like she had just lost her first true love…maybe she had. Her hand slid up the length of Jennifer's chest and caressed her face in her hand.

Through loud sobs she managed to say, "Does…that…mean…you will…break your…date…and be…with…me…me tonight?"

Jennifer pushed Robin back to the bed and sat her down. "No, Robin, lesson number one. You never ever break an engagement you have made. If you're going out with the ugliest plainest guy or girl around and the hottest honey you have ever seen asks you out you say no. Let them know that you want to but you are previously engaged and if they ask earlier next time you would love to be with them. Understand?" She waited for Robin to respond. She shook her head yes, tears dropping to the bed. "I would so much rather be with you tonight but I can't. Understand?" Again the head nod and more falling tears. "Tonight is a social ladder climbing date. I hope to practice law in this area some day. This is nothing but politics."

She stood Robin up and led her to the door, she opened it and lightly pushed Robin out. "By for now honey. I will see you soon, you'll see, we WILL be together again before long."

It was all Jennifer could do to shut the door but she knew what was best for Robin, at least for now. Robin stood with her back against the door and cried for five or ten minutes, too numb from the recent news to move. Jennifer heard her through the door but got on with the business of her day. Finally Robin headed down the narrow stairway. Jennifer heard her crying fade as she left. Jennifer's eyes began to water. A single tear ran down her cheek, she wiped it off and went on, her heart breaking just a little.

Robin tried to slip by the others in the house without being noticed. For all intents and purposes she succeeded. Quickly she was across the yard heading toward the quad. More than once she stopped in her tracks looked to the sky and begged for answers through tear filled baby blue eyes. Before long she was striding slowly toward the dorm. She looked up at the dorm that had held such awful feelings for her. Then a thought raced into her mind…Nikki! She was going back to her room where this horny, usually naked, little vixen lived. The day started to take on a new feel. Leaving Jen was still hurting but reality was setting in. What was Robin planning to do, take Jen with her and her husband on their honeymoon? She thought for awhile. Jen was going to be a ship passing hers in the night, she decided she would be glad if they could just anchor next to each other for the short time their future held. She wiped her eyes and tried to look presentable. It was almost 10:00 o'clock.

Robin eased the door open, Nikki was still asleep, must have had a late night. As usual she was sleeping in the nude, the covers down to her waist, her back was sleek and smooth, not Jen but not bad. Robin closed the door behind her. She couldn't resist crawling up to Nikki on her hands and knees. She brushed her lips softly on Nikki's back, Nikki twitched. Robin backed off not wanting to wake her just yet. Robin picked the covers up looking at Nikki's soft round bottom. "What an ass!" Robin thought. She eased the covers down and let them come to rest about mid-thigh. She leaned over and studied Nikki's full round puffy pussy. "Ewwww…!" Robin sighed out loud. She clapped her hand over her mouth, Nikki stirred a little but didn't wake. Robin just sat and soaked in the lovely sight. Once or twice Nikki shifted moving her cunt almost giving it a life of it's own. Robin could feel the heat from Nikki's body on her face. 

Robin got to her knees, looked to the ceiling and took a deep breath. With one quick but soft gentle motion she slid her fingers down Nikki's hot steamy butt crack and between the pouty swollen lips of Nikki's cunt. She watched intently as her fingers disappeared into her suddenly wet pussy. Nikki's legs spread instinctively. She lazily rose on her elbows and turned her head dreamily. Through all but closed eyes she glanced back at Robin and sighed and moaned lowly. It was as if Nikki was lost in a wet dream, she probably was. 

With a sudden jerk Nikki's eyes shot open! She rolled into a ball pressed up against the wall grabbing the covers and pulling them over her naked body. She sat there blinking her eyes trying to get fully awake. She looked at Robin with mouth wide agape eyes bulging in disbelief. 

"What in the HELL are you doing?" Her shock turned to a smile of curiosity.

"Good morning Nikki." Robin said in a sickening sweet tone. Smiling just as sweet.

Robin crawled up into bed with her getting to her knees and placing a hand on the wall on either side of her head. Nikki looked up at her through questioning stunned eyes, she pushed her back with one hand while still holding the covers tightly with the other. Robin took Nikki's hand from her chest and slipped it under her sweatshirt, Nikki jerked her hand back just as her fingers touched Robin's soft belly.

With a shocked gasp she asked, "What has gotten in to you?"

"Great way to wake up huh Nik?" Robin answered not responding to the question.

"HEY!" Carey was standing in the doorway. "You get the hell away from her!" As far as Carey could tell Robin was hovering above Nikki preparing to do her damage. 

Robin and Nikki both turned and fixed their eyes on Carey's, both girls were smiling. Carey cocked her head to one side, a confused looked replaced the angry one she had been wearing. She cautiously took a couple of steps toward the bed. 

Robin got to her feet and struck a sexy pose in Carey's direction. She slowly lifted her top with one hand as she slid the bottoms far enough down to expose most of her belly and half of her bush. Carey's mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged from her head.

"Here's another one to play with if you want to, remember Carey?" Robin was shocking these two to their very foundations. 

Carey thought back to the day before yesterday when she and Nikki had caught Robin masturbating on her bed. She had invited Robin to play with her and now Robin was inviting Carey? "What in the world has gotten into this bitch?" Carey thought to herself. The three girls just laughed. Robin dropped her top back down and returned to Nikki's bed and hugged her neck softly. Nikki looked at Carey with a "I have no idea what's going on" look. She didn't know whether to hug her back or not, she shyly placed her hands on Robin's shoulder and gave her a little friendly squeeze, her eyes fixed on Carey the whole time.

Robin leaned back and gazed into Nikki's eyes. "I'm sorry Nik, I'm sorry for being such a big bitch. Forgive me?" she turned to Carey. "Carey? Forgive me you guys, I'm really sorry."

Carey joined them on the bed. They had a good group hug. Nikki and Carey shaking their heads in surprise looked at each other strangely. Robin released her hold on the two and leaned away from them. She took a deep long breath and with one quick move she leaned into Nikki's face and pressed her opening mouth against hers. Nikki's eye grew to extreme size! She looked down at Robin then to Carey and back to Robin and back to Carey and back to Robin, then they slowly closed and the passion of this first kiss sank in. Carey slapped Nikki's shoulder jokingly and opened her mouth in fake surprise. Nikki's eyes opened, looked at Carey dreamily, rolled back in her head and closed again.

"Hmmmm…" Robin finally broke the embrace. "I'm hungry. Are you guys?"

"That's what I was coming down here for. To see if Nikki wanted to go to breakfast before the cafeteria closed." Carey answered Robin's question. 

"At first I thought it was Carey waking me up. Whewww was I wrong." Nikki smiled at Robin.

"No, not the cafeteria. Let's go to Mom's Café. On me, my treat, ok? They have an all you can eat breakfast buffet on Saturday until noon if we hurry." Robin was getting as giddy as a little girl. 

Robin knew Carey wasn't in the greatest of financial shape. She cut corners ever chance she got. The cafeteria was one corner that stayed cut. And Nikki, she was doing ok but couldn't afford to pay for Carey too so they spent a lot of time in the cafeteria at meal times. Carey acted as if she was a little hesitant to take anything from Robin. Robin walked over to Carey, Carey backed against the bathroom door, Robin pressed in against her small but firm hard tittys.

"You afraid of something Carey Barey?" Robin opened her mouth and pretended she was going to bite. "Surely if I'm invited to eat with you, you should be invited to eat with me." Robin ran her hand down and patted Carey on her snatch. "Come on, let's go."

Carey smiled wickedly at Robin pushed her back and headed for the door. "Let me get dressed, I'll be right back don't leave without me." Carey was still wearing her short pajamas, Robin thought she looked so darling in them. 

Robin turned to see Nikki pulling on some panties, still shaking her head at her disbelief. Robin hadn't been too sure that Nikki ever wore panties. Before long Nikki was publicly presentable, not a comfortable state for the girl. The two girls were bouncing down the hallway in no time. They heard the sound of Carey's snickers squeaking up behind them. The trio bounded down the stairs, out the door and into the parkinglot. As if they had all agreed previously they headed for Robin's car. It had been a graduation present from her dad. A brand new deep blue Camaro. Carey hopped in the back as Nikki opened the door. Nikki slipped into the passenger's bucket seat. It was nice, she had wanted to ride in this car ever since the first time she saw it. It was cool. Robin fired it up, a Chili Peppers' CD was blasting. They were at Mom's in no time, it was only six or seven blocks away from the campus. 

They went in, the buffet was running low. They asked the waitress if it was still open for breakfast. The waitress looked it over and said if there is enough here for you, you are welcome to it, help yourselves. The girls grabbed trays and plates and started to dig in. Robin took two juice glasses from the stack. She studied the four pitchers next to the glasses. Milk, orange juice, apple juice and grapefruit juice. She filled one glass with milk the other with orange juice. She threw the glass of juice down and grimaced at the slight pain. She remembered the abuse her throat had taken the night before. There was still some discomfort there, she refilled the glass and decided she would sip this one slowly. 

Carey and Nikki were on the other side of the counter filling their plates greedily. Robin thought to herself, "I can't expect these two to accept me so quickly but won't it be fun winning them over completely." Carey whispered something in Nikki's ear, they both looked up at Robin slyly.

"What?" Robin asked with a smile. "What?"

Carey looked down at the link sausage in her hand then directly at Robin's crotch. The two girls snickered and continued down the line. They were eating everything in the warming pans. Robin studied the scrambled eggs, the hashbrowns, the different meats, bacon, link sausage, patty sausage, and just a smidgen of ham. The waitress took the ham and started to leave with it. Robin asked if there was any more in the kitchen, the waitress said no, but offered the pieces left in the pan to Robin. She took them with her fingers and thanked her. She put helpings of eggs and hashbrowns on her plate and looked to the bacon. She added four slices to the growing heap of food. She picked up two link sausages with the tongs and laid them on her plate. She grabbed two patties with the tongs next but thought for a second looking at her plate. With wrinkled up nose she put the patties back and headed to the corner booth that Carey and Nikki were approaching. 

Carey slid in, Nikki looked back to see Robin following them. She waited for Robin to slide in between her and Carey. They unloaded their plates and glasses and set the trays on the outside edge of the table. The waitress came by and picked them up and asked the girls if they needed anything. Carey and Nikki shook their heads no, Robin asked for some coffee, black. Nikki added that she would take some coffee with cream and sugar. They all got busy devouring their breakfast. 

After the waitress had delivered their coffee they began to talk. Robin cupped her coffee in her hands warming them, it felt good. They were almost alone in the café. One other booth and two tables held people. It was getting late in the morning and the lunch buffet didn't start until 1:30 p.m. on Saturday. Robin studied the two and asked how their food was. They both shook their heads but didn't quit eating. Robin stuck a link sausage between her lips, tapped Carey on the shoulder to get her attention, when Carey looked Robin sucked the link into her mouth and began to chew seductively.

"Something like this you mean?" Robin pointed to the buffet counter, referring to the joke she and Nikki shared earlier.

Carey choked on her mouthful of food. She shook her head yes. When her mouth was empty she answered. "Yeah, something like that."

They all had a good laugh. If Nikki had had a mouthful of milk it would have surely shot out her nose. Robin was really enjoying being with these two. Robin gazed out over the customers, no one was paying them any attention at all. She put her hand on Carey's knee and ran it slowly up to her pussy. Carey's eyes shut and her chewing slowed, she swallowed her mouthful and looked at Robin shaking her head in disbelief. Robin rubbed her the whole time, Carey didn't move to stop her. 

"I didn't see any pussy on the buffet, can I have some of yours." Robin smiled and popped half a slice of bacon into her mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it, still massaging Carey's cunt.

"Oh, I don't see you waiting, you think you can just take what you want any time you want?" Carey was smiling but her eyes were beginning to turn sultry.

Nikki rubbed Robin's neck with her spoon. She wasn't about to be left out of this act. What a threesome they made. Playing with each other this way in public. They were finished with their food but they were still hungry, so they just kept eating each other with their eyes. Finally the waitress came over and asked if they needed anything else. Robin pulled her hand away from Carey's lap. They all shook their heads no this time, they thanked her. She asked if it was on one ticket, Robin shook her head and answered yes. The waitress penciled on her ticket pad, tore the ticket off and laid in upside down on the table. 

"Now you little hot asses get the hell out of here, you're making me horny." She smiled down at the three. 

They studied the waitress now. They hadn't earlier. She was kinda ok. Maybe late thirties early forties. Good body for her age. You could tell she had seen better days but she was still good. She disappeared through the kitchen door. The girls slipped out of the booth. Robin looked at the kitchen door, opened her pocket book thoughtfully and dropped two twenty dollar bills on the table.

"Robin, what are you doing, a forty dollar tip, are you crazy?" Nikki was amazed.

"That is a little too much don't you think?" Carey added to Nikki's statement.

Robin pulled three hundreds out along with several other twenties and a fifty. Ones and fives filled in here and there. "I don't think so."




Ding Dong the Bitch Is Dead



Nikki and Carey stared at the money in amazement, as if they had never seen that much money in one place. Nikki fingered the money curiously. Carey headed for the checkout counter shaking her head. Nikki looked up at Robin thinking, "how nice that waitress would feel at getting a forty dollar tip. Did she need the money? Where there kids at home? Surely anyone working as a waitress could use forty dollars."

"I want her to remember us, Nikki." Robin said. "I might need a few lessons from an older woman one day. You think?"

"I am sure she will remember." Nikki headed to the door.

Carey seemed a little put out on the ride home. They got back to Nikki and Robin's room and Carey plopped down on Nikki's bed. Nikki thanked Robin again for breakfast. Carey thanked her too, but with little sincerity. Robin couldn't figure out why Carey was so pissed off. She took a seat on the bed beside Carey and took her hand. Carey pulled away and just stared at the wall. 

"Carey, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Robin asked really wanting to know.

"How could you toss money around like that? I can barely afford this place. My folks work their fingers to the bone to pay for this place. I have tried to get a job but can't find anyone hiring. All the upper classmen have the jobs sewn up. I may not be able to come back next semester and you toss money around like it was candy." Carey was settling down after releasing her fears to her friends. Her eyes began to turn red and well up. She didn't cry.

"Carey, I would never do that to make you feel bad. I would have two days ago, gee I wish I had known you were touchy about money two days ago." Robin waited for Carey to respond.

A little smile fought its way to Carey's lips, she couldn't stay mad. "You bitch." She smiled at Robin and hugged her neck. "I'm sorry, it just hit me wrong I guess." She gave Robin a peck on the side of her face.

"Don't hate me because I'm a little rich girl. Hate me, but not because I'm rich." Robin whispered in Carey's ear.

Carey jumped from the bed holding Robin's hand. They both rose to their feet. Carey ducked her head and leaned it on Robin's breast. She kept it there for a few seconds.

"Sorry. Forgive me?" Carey asked her.

"Sure, Carey, no problem." She answered.

"I have to get ready. Nikki we better hurry." Carey looked at Nikki.

"Oh my gosh, I almost forgot!" Nikki responded as Carey's comment reminded her of an important date.

"What's going on?" Robin asked as her heart sank in her at hearing those words "I have to get ready" again for the second time in one day. Robin had nothing to get ready for.

Nikki went on to explain. Last night at the party Nikki and Carey went to they had been invited to go sailing today. Danny Bishop and Eric Greene had invited them to go sailing. 

"We should call Danny and ask if Robin could come too." Nikki's suggestion lifted Robin's spirits. 

Danny Bishop! Robin would kill to meet Danny Bishop. This guy was a dream come true. He and Eric were both Juniors. Super studs on campus. Robin and Danny had a class together, Freshman English. One could only guess why a Junior was taking a Freshman class. Robin returned her thoughts to the dorm room when she heard the phone ringing. Nikki had dialed Danny's number and had the phone set on conference. Robin didn't have a chance to stop her or even give input to the idea.

"Hello." Danny was on the phone.

"Danny? This is Nikki." She started the conversation.

"Oh hi Nikki, don't tell me you're calling to cancel." Danny's voice sounded down.

"No, no. I just wanted to know if Carey and I could bring a friend? My roommate, Robin." They waited for Danny's response. "We are all here, listening. We are on the speaker phone." Nikki thought it would be a good idea to let him know in case his answer was less than polite.

"Uh, well, that should be ok. Is that Robin Bennett?" Danny wanted to be sure who they were talking about.

"Hi Danny, sorry to butt in but Nikki kinda got this started without discussing it." Robin slapped Nikki on the ass. She yelped. "I don't want to ruin any plans you guys have."

"No, no, Robin, there is plenty of room. I would call someone to join you but really five is kinda the limit for this boat. Sorry." Danny was being way polite.

"Well, if you're sure it's ok, I would love to go sailing, I love it." Robin's added.

"Great! Nikki, Carey, see you guys in a few, ok?" Danny answered.

"Yes. Sure. Can't wait." The three threw out their answers simultaneously. Danny hung up.

"It's almost twelve, we have to be there at one-thirty. We gotta hurry." Carey stated as she hit the door heading for her room.

"Gotta be where?" Robin called after her. "Gotta be where?" She turned to Nikki.

"Glade Lake." Nikki answered. "About twenty miles from here."

The two girls retired to their closets and fumbled through their clothes for the right thing to wear while stripping off letting their clothes fall in disarray on the floor. They both hit the bathroom door at the same time. Nikki squeezed by Robin rushed to the sink and started brushing her teeth, Robin was only two or three strokes behind her. Carey rushed back in to be greeted by this ridiculous sight. Two bare butts shaking in stride with their tooth brushes. She broke out giggling. Robin turned and smiled at her with a toothpaste smile. Nikki followed suit. Carey could barely get her question out for laughing.

"What do we wear?" They were breaking her up. 

"Whatever." Nikki answered. "Jeans, tshirt, tennis shoes, whatever. Better take a jacket, it might be chilly."

Carey left again to get ready. Robin looked down as Nikki continued to brush, her ass was shaking like Jell-O. Robin stopped brushing and watched her. Nikki watched her watch her in the mirror.

"You like?" Nikki asked.

"Hmmmm…" Robin studied Nikki's face in the mirror now.

Robin cuddled Nikki's butt cheek closest to her while they finished brushing, it was probably the best brushing job either one had done in a long time, they hated to quit. Finally Nikki rinsed and wiped her mouth. She turned on the shower and grabbed a towel and hung it over the shower curtain. She jumped in the shower. In a couple of minutes Robin followed her in.

"What took you so long?" Nikki joked.

"I was afraid we might miss sailing. Then I decided who the hell needs sailing?" Robin had started soaping Nikki's breasts.

They were the most amazing little tittys Robin had ever set eyes on. Her nipples were very small half spheres. The nipple and areola were almost identical in color to her flesh. They were amazing, so beautiful. Even after several minutes of this soapy wet massage those horny hard nipples were still small and so cute. Robin managed to suck those little buds into her mouth despite their tiny size. Robin's hand followed the flow of soap down to Nikki's pussy, Nikki stopped her. 

"No, no, we have to hurry. Robin, come on we need to get ready." Nikki was torn between two desires.

Robin relented. They finished washing, making sure everything was nice and clean. Even if the boys didn't get any, Nikki and Robin both knew they would be getting some later. Soon they were both dressing, almost ready. Robin had on sleek white slacks and a white turtle neck sweater without a bra. Her breasts were incredible as usual. She carried a white windbreaker with red trim. She even wore white deck shoes. This girl looked sharp. She knew how to dress for any occasion. Nikki had on a tshirt, faded jeans, and slip on tennis shoes. She carried a black nylon jacket. At that second Carey popped in. She had on low rider jeans, belly button showing, a short tshirt and an old jean jacket that was threadbare. She looked at Robin and you could see her countenance fall. 

"Damn, do you always have to look so good?" Carey asked, not expecting a response.

"What?" Robin asked. "You look great, what's the matter?"

"Oh yeah, this damned old worn out jean jacket, sure I look great." Carey quipped.

Robin was determined to turn this slipping relationship around right now. She walked to her closet took an incredible brushed suede leather jacket. She returned to Carey and handed it to her.

"Here, take this one, it will look great with those jeans." Robin was quite the fashion expert.

Carey took her jean jacket off and tried on the jacket. The soft white flesh above the waistline of her jeans showed below the hem of the jacket. She looked hot. The jacket was great on her. She took it off though and handed it back and thanked Robin anyway but she would wear her own. Robin handed the leather jacket to Nikki and moved behind Carey. She took the jean jacket at the shoulders and started pulling it off her. 

"Robin, please, it's ok. My jacket is fine." Carey was not a charity case and didn't want Robin turning her into one.

"Carey?" Robin kept her grip on the neck of the jacket. "Carey, let go."

It wasn't working, Carey wouldn't give in. So Robin tried a new approach. She ran her hands down Carey's chest and began to fondle her breasts through her tshirt. Carey gasped! 

"What are you doing?" Carey stared at Robin.

"Well, if I can't get that jacket off of you one way I will get it off another." Robin wasn't giving in easy either. These two were going to be head-butters Robin could tell. "Carey, please, take the coat, it looks so incredibly hot on you, it really sets you off."

Carey took the jacket from Nikki and put it back on and looked at herself in the mirror. It did look awesome. She turned and looked at Nikki for support. Nikki look at her and gave her a thumbs up, she did look hot. She turned to Robin.

"Are you sure its ok, I mean, what if I ruin it or something? What if I get something on it?" Carey looked at the beautiful coat in the mirror.

"Don't worry about it Carey. And just in case you think you would feel self conscious if one of the guys compliments you on it just keep it, it's yours, for keeps. That way if you ruin it you will be ruining your own coat." Robin just won!

"Robin, I can't…" Carey got the weirdest look on her face, one mixed between disbelief and total gratitude. 

"Oh yes you can." Robin said.

Robin put her arm around Carey and kissed her mouth deeply. Carey's eyes were shut when Robin pulled back. She opened them slowly. Robin could tell Carey loved that. 

"Are you trying to buy me, bitch?" Carey smiled sexily. "You think you can give me a coat and kiss and just have your way with me?"

"I don't know, can I?" Robin was getting turned on.

"No! You can have your coat back and here's your kiss back…" Carey returned Robin's kiss. "You can have my pussy whenever you find time." She smile adjusted her new coat and turned for the door.

Once again the threesome was heading out together. The blue Camaro flew out of the parkinglot, Robin following Nikki's instructions to get to the lake, Chili Peppers blasting out their music. Nikki looked at Robin with a totally different frame of mind. What a generous sweet thing she had done for Carey. Nikki glanced back at Carey, she was admiring her new coat. Nikki was sure she had never owned anything that nice. Hell, Nikki had never owned a jacket that nice. Without warning Carey threw her arms around Robin's neck and hugged her from the backseat.

"Thank you so much." Carey kissed Robin softly on the back of her neck. 

A shudder ran down to Robin's toes. Her nipples jumped out pushing against her sweater and what it did to her pussy as it passed by was wonderful. Carey cuddled up in her coat and settled in for the ride.

As Robin pulled into the lake entrance Nikki started looking for the guys. Robin asked which way, and Nikki wasn't sure. She knew how to get to the lake but after that she didn't exactly know where to go. They all three searched for tell-tell signs for Danny and Eric.

"There!" Carey called out from the backseat. "That way." She pointed over Robin's shoulder, Robin followed her finger and sure enough there were the two studs waiting at the end of a small pier. The tall mast of a sailboat nearby. 

"Hmmmm, let's go girls." Nikki was anxious to get this adventure started. 

She had an idea that Robin was interested in Danny. But this day he was Nikki's and something bitchy inside Nikki was getting its fun. They were walking down the wooden pier in no time. Danny and Eric came up to meet them. 

Danny took Nikki's hands and welcomed her. Eric put his arm around Carey and gave her a little peck on the cheek. Danny looked at Robin and said hello, Eric ignored her completely. He was leading Carey toward the boat.

"Great jacket babe." The first words out of Eric's mouth.

"Thanks." Carey turned and gave Robin and wink and a smile that said thank you all over again. 

Robin had done more to endear Carey to her with that one simple gesture of kindness than anything she could have possibly thought of. It made Robin feel good too. A strange feeling Robin thought, a good feeling but strange. She wasn't use to being this…sweet?…friendly? She couldn't put her finger on it but it felt good.

They were all on the boat. Danny untied the line and pushed the boat away from the pier. Eric hoisted the sail, the wind took hold and the boat glided onto the lake. Robin hadn't been sailing in a long time, it was good to have old feelings return. Eric took Carey's coat and placed it inside the cabin of the small sailboat. Carey gave it to him reluctantly but she didn't want to seem uptight so she let him have it. Nikki tossed her jacket to Eric as he came back up, he placed it on top of Carey's. He looked at Robin as he rose to the deck but didn't offer to take her jacket, she just held it in her lap. He did however notice her nipples jutting out of her sweater.

They sailed for almost an hour. Robin glanced at Danny occasionally. He was paying all his attention to Nikki, showing her how to sail the boat, telling her what all the ropes and gadgets were for. He slipped Robin a look every once in awhile. His looks always took a turn to her beautiful sweater. Robin laid her head back and soaked in the wonderful ride. She was almost asleep when she heard the sail dropping and the anchor splashing into the lake. She looked around to see if anything was wrong. There seemed to be no trouble, she inquired as to why they had stopped. Danny answered that they were just going to sit for awhile. Robin shrugged and laid her head back to continue her snooze. The gentle swaying of the boat left her drowsy. 

Before she could get her eyes completely closed she saw Eric unbuttoning his jeans. Her head was up and her eyes open in a flash. She glanced at Danny. He had been watching her watch Eric, he smiled at her as if to say, "Yeah don't blame you." Robin put her sunglasses on and returned her stare to the man two feet from her dropping his pants. Eric had on a brief suit that did little to hide his well endowed manhood. If this was Eric soft Robin could only imagine how big he was hard. He had been playing with Carey so he wasn't complete soft either. He didn't try to hide anything from the girls. He turned to face Robin and bask in his tanned glory. He stretched and arched his back, the man was hot, cut to the max. Carey popped the waist of his suit and Eric turned and picked her up and threatened to toss her overboard. As he bent over to pick her up his ass almost hit Robin in the face, she jerked back just in time.

"No, no, please, Eric, no! I was just kidding, please, put me down." Carey begged fast and hard. 

Eric eased her to the deck. "Watch out who you mess with honey." Eric laughed. 

Carey could feel his cock twitch as her body slide down it. Once Carey was safe and sound on the deck, Eric dove into the lake. He came up screaming.

"OHHHHH man this is cold. I won't have anything to hold this suit on in a minute." He joked.

The girls knew exactly what he meant. Cold water and hot cocks don't mix. Danny had stripped down to his suit too. It wasn't quite as little as Eric's but it wasn't covering up much. Danny was standing on the edge of the boat deciding whether or not to join Eric. 

"Maybe I will just sit here and sunbathe." Danny said, chickening out.

"CHICKEN!" Nikki said as she stood up and pushed Danny as hard as she could.

Danny grabbed a line and swung out over the water but quickly made it back onto the side of the boat. Nikki pushed again to no avail. Carey joined her, trying to pry Danny's hands off the rope. They were getting nowhere. Nikki looked to Robin and motioned for her to come help. Robin didn't need any coaxing to put her hands on this guys naked body. All three still had trouble pushing Danny into the lake. Hands were all over his body pushing and pushing. Suddenly his feet slipped on the boat, he almost lost his footing but his body sprung back up just as Robin threw her hand out to push against him one more time. Her hand pressed hard against his bathing suit clad cock. He hit the water with a thud. He too came up freezing. Eric dunked him under the water, when Danny came back up he was gasping for air and from the cold water. His eyes instantly went to Robin's. He couldn't be sure whose hand had pressed against him so nicely but he was hoping it was Robin's. The red glow of embarrassment and the fact that Robin was holding her hand over her mouth like a caught little girl told him it probably was.

"Oh man, this is crazy." Danny headed for the ladder hanging on the side of the boat. 

Nikki beat him to it and took a seat on the top rung. He pushed against her with his wet hands but she didn't budge. When Danny pulled her backward and she startled and almost fell in she jumped from the ladder and sought the safety of the deck. Danny's way was clear to return to the boat. He disappeared into the boat and came back with a large towel wrapped around him. He was shivering. Nikki returned to his side and began to rub his arms and upper thighs. 

"Hey girls come on in its great." Eric called out.

"No thanks, we didn't bring suits." Carey answered.

"Great! You don't need any just get naked and get in here!" Eric wasn't kidding but they weren't stripping.

Needless to say none of the girls took him up on his invitation. Eric stayed in the water longer, he had to prove he was a man. Carey thought he had proved it when he dropped his pants. When he finally came back aboard the girls couldn't believe their eyes. His suit was almost transparent. He was considerably smaller than before but his suit hid nothing at all. Robin's eyes were studying him intently. She finally turned her head and began to explore the shoreline, glancing back at Eric once in awhile. Eric disappeared below deck and shortly returned wearing a towel around his waist, he tossed his wet suit on top of his pants lying on the seat beside Carey. That was an obvious display, they all knew what Eric was wearing under his towel. Robin glanced at Eric again, then at Danny. He was watching her watch Eric again. Nikki was wrapped up under his arm trying to warm him up. She was doing a good job, he was starting to get hot as a matter of fact. 

Eric sat down beside Carey giving all his attention to her but spreading his legs enough to give Robin a full view show of his dangling shrunken worm. "This guy knows what he's doing," Robin thought. She was starting to feel like a fifth wheel that the two guys were wanting to roll. Eric was kissing Carey for long wet periods of time now, stopping only to make a little idle conversation or throw an empty compliment her way. Then it was right back down her throat with his tongue. His legs grew wider apart as the warm blood began to return to his organ and start swelling it back to its more glorious size. Robin watched as it slowly rose out of sight under the towel covering his lap. The last she saw of it, it was enormous and growing. Carey was in for a real treat.




Ding Dong the Bitch Is Dead



Robin looked below deck and wondered how there was going to be any privacy with this foursome. Eric's hands were now fondling Carey's breasts, rubbing them hard in every direction. Robin looked at Nikki now watching Eric attacking his prey. She longed for some of the same. Robin watched as Nikki's hand slowly crept down Danny's now naked chest and under his towel. Nikki was still watching Eric but playing with Danny. Robin looked to see Danny still watching her. What a weird turn of events. Nikki wanted Eric, Danny seemed to want Robin, Eric wanted everyone and Carey would take anyone. And Robin? She lay back on the seat stared up into the blue sky of mid afternoon and thought of Jennifer. 

In a flash Robin saw Eric drag Carey below deck, his towel fell to the floor and Robin got just a quick glimpse of the longest cock she had ever seen. She wasn't real sure what she had seen. Could he really be that big. Carey soon answered her question.

"OH MY…oh my gosh! Eric, I never…" Carey stopped in mid thought. Everyone on board could hear them.

"Oh baby, you want this thing? You ready for this monster?" Eric was proud but apparently had good reason to be.

Nikki drug Danny across the deck and down the stairs. She was anxious to join in on the fun. Danny brushed his hand across Robin's face as he passed. She looked up at him.

"Glad you could make it today, thanks for coming." Was all he had time to say before he disappeared.

Robin wouldn't be cuming like the rest of them but she knew what he meant. Robin adjusted her position on the seat to get a better look into bedroom of the boat just below deck. The light in there wasn't that great but she could make out all she needed to see. Carey had rolled Eric onto his back. She was on her knees. She was working on him furiously. Robin wished she would move to her right and give Robin a better view. And just as if Carey had read her mind, Carey moved to his stomach and began kissing his belly. Robin could absolutely not believe what she saw. If this guy was six inches he was a foot. And thick, good gosh he was thick as Robins arm or at least it looked like it.

Eric took Carey's head and moved her mouth back to his tool obstructing Robin's view once again. Eric's response told everyone Carey was treating him right. His moans and groans and deep sighs grew louder and louder. Carey's head was bobbing up and down on him like one of the buoys on the lake. Suddenly Carey humped her back, rose up on top of him and shoved her head all the way down to his stomach. The laughing crazed sigh that Eric let out was chilling. Robin didn't know what Carey did to him but whatever it was it was working. 

Danny apparently looked at them and just said, "Way to go Carey, me next."

Robin heard Nikki laughing say, "Carey where are putting that thing?"

Carey's head was moving so far up and down that Robin was dying to go see this man. Suddenly Carey dove up to lay her head beside Eric's. He rolled her onto her back, she spread her thighs expectantly. Before he rolled over Robin got a good full view shot of the monster. She sighed and said a little prayer for Carey, "Please don't let her die."

In no time Carey was gasping and begging Eric to be easy. Eric only operated at one speed, all out. He worked and worked and was finally making some headway when Carey screamed. Eric kept pushing against her. Carey screamed louder.

"OHHHHHH…ouuuuuuuch…Eric…what part of…OWWWWWWWWW…EASY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!!!" Carey was in obvious pain. 

Eric arched his back drove it home and gave Carey a new meaning for the word pain. Carey didn't say a thing, she didn't breath, she didn't move, except for her legs that were involuntarily bending up to try and relieve the pain. Finally they all heard Carey take a breath. She was half screaming and half crying in between each quick breath. Eric began to slowly hunch her. As he would pull out of her she would sigh a sigh of relief, as he reentered her she would grit her teeth and try not to scream. Before long she seemed to be handling it in stride and began to hunch him back. 

Nikki poked her head up the stairs and looked at Robin grimacing, "We are going to need an ambulance." She said joking. Nikki was nude.

Robin smiled. "No joke. How are you doing?"

Nikki turned her head where Danny was lying and just sighed and held up a thumb. As quick as she appeared she ducked back below deck returning to her fun. Soon Robin heard Nikki sighing and giggling and sucking air and letting it out slow and sighing Danny's name. Robin knew he was fucking her and with each stroke of his cock Nikki was reacting with pleasure. Robin was feeling ignored but she could live with it. 

For almost and hour the revelry went on. The sighs and moans and bodies twisting and turning and bouncing and pumping were really getting to Robin. When Eric finally came, he exploded like a nuclear bomb. When the fury of his passion had subsided, things got quiet down there for some time. After a few minutes Eric let out a Tarzan scream and the boat began to rock. Suddenly Nikki flew up the stairs and out on board stark naked. Eric followed laughing.

"No way are you getting that thing close to me, get back." Nikki was serious but smiling.

"Now Nikki, you need to experience this at least once in your life." Eric returned.

Then he turned to face Robin. The longest thickest cock she had ever seen stared her in the face. Ok, she hadn't seen that many but she couldn't imagine any bigger than this one. She leaned back to keep it from touching her face. How in the hell had he gotten that slab of meat erect again so soon? She started to brush it aside but stopped herself before she touched him. She didn't want to encourage this one. 

"How about it Robin, you want to try this on for size?" Eric stood there proud and loud.

"No, no thanks, not me. I don't have a death wish. Take that thing away from here, someone will see you and we will all get arrested. People on shore won't even need binoculars to see that thing." Robin looked away.

Eric was feeling proud at her words, and just returned down into the boat. His hand reached back out and his finger pointed at Nikki and motioned her to him. She shook her head slowly from side to side. He gave up and fell back on the bed. That's when Robin noticed Carey's head lying on Danny's lap bobbing up and down ferociously. That's why Eric had no one to play with. Nikki moved to cuddle beside Robin to keep warm. She couldn't go back and get her clothes just yet, not with that, that thing down there. Robin put her arm around her to help keep her warm. Robin heard Danny reacted to the orgasm Carey had just sucked out of him. Robin was envious.

When Carey finally came out dressed Robin and Nikki began to clap their hands in mock applause at the job well done. She smiled at them and swiped her hand at them as if to say, "Shut up, just shut up." Carey looked like she had been plenty satisfied this afternoon. Her upper lip was still beaded in sweat. 

Nikki motioned back down and said. "Go get my clothes for me, please." 

Carey went back down and was back in a flash with Nikki's clothes. "Here you go." Was all she said.

"Where are my panties?" Nikki searched the pile in her lap but there were no panties.

"They are down there taped to the wall just like mine." Carey said.

"What? Taped to the wall? What is that about?" She yelled down.

"And our names are written above them." Carey went on smiling. "There must be a dozen pair or more, I didn't stop to count them. They were covered by that sheet hung on the wall. I guess we weren't suppose to see them before we got fucked, only after." Carey made that last statement loud enough for the guys to hear, she intended for them to.

Eric popped out fully dressed now. "Yeah you get them back on your third visit, and we paint your name out if you want us to or we leave it there, whatever you want."

Danny was quick to follow. "Nikki, you're the prettiest panties I have. Thanks." 

"Thanks for nothing." Nikki, now dressed also, faked a slap at him and broke into a huge smile.

"And those tittys, my, my what an intense set of tits you have. I will never expect to see any that nice again." He added but glanced at Robin.

Nikki slapped him again in jest, actually proud he had made the announcement. Nikki took her seat back beside Robin still smiling. Carey sat down on the other side of Robin. They made quite a pretty picture, sitting there all cuddled up. Carey had her new coat on and had returned to admiring it. The sex she had just experienced would most likely keep her satisfied for weeks, or at least too sore to do anything about it. Danny took his place at the rudder while Eric hoisted the sail once again. Danny pulled in the anchor, the boat slowly began to turn toward shore. 

They were back to the pier in less than an hour. Danny had watched Robin most of the way. The girls stayed huddled together. Eric watched all three but especially Carey, the girl who took it all in both holes and is still alive to tell about it. Eric dropped the sail. Nikki and Carey bounced up, well Carey more eased up, to step out on dry land. Eric took one of them under each arm and jumped onto the pier. Danny disappeared below deck. Robin stood there wondering if she could make the long step to the pier without falling into the water. She would hate to make it this far today only to get soaked at this late date. Danny reappeared and moved toward her. He stepped out on the pier with a leap, Robin knew she couldn't make it. Danny turned to her and stretched out his hand.

"Will you be needing my panties for this chivalry?" Robin couldn't help smiling.

Danny's head flew back in laughter, "No, maybe the next time." He kept laughing.

She took his hand and leaped toward him. He caught her as she landed and he didn't let go right away. They stood there in an awkward embrace. Robin had just watched him sex up her two friends. Now they stood there both wishing it had been just the two of them. Finally he let her go and went about tying the boat off and finishing up the last details. 

"Well, did you have…a good time today Robin?" He asked shyly.

Robin thought his shyness was cute. "Oh let me get back to you on that one, ok Danny?"

"Ok Robin." Was all he said.

They were approaching the end of the pier, this day was about to end. Robin tried hard to think of someway to click with Danny to get his interest, she thought she had it already but she wanted to make sure that she was sure that she was sure. Someone turned the CD player on in Robin's car. Chili Peppers!

"Actually, Danny, this day reminds me of one of my favorite songs." Robin had an inspiration. The girl was not slow.

"Oh and what would that be?" Danny inquired, his curiosity peaked.

"What you got you got to get it put it in me." Robin hoped he would make the connection.

He stopped dead in his tracks with the most stunned look on his face. "What was that again?"

"The lyrics. What you got you got to get it put it in me." Robin adjusted the words to fit her needs.

Danny just stood and stared at her in amazed disbelief. "I don't think that is exactly right is it?"

"It is in my case." Robin headed for her car.

"Well, give it away give it away give it away now." Danny answered.

Robin smiled but didn't look back, she knew he got it and she would definitely give it away to him. She put her hands on her clean white jeans and rubbed them up and down on her ass several times just to tease him. It worked, he could hardly breath. He closed his eyes but realized he was missing the last seconds he would spend with her tonight. He raced to catch up. She was climbing in the car and had just started the engine when he reached her window. 

He knelt down on one knee and gazed into her gorgeous blue eyes. She lowered her window and returned the gaze, her eyes pierced his very soul. The others were too busy with Eric and dancing in their seats to the music to notice Robin and Danny. Robin put the car into gear, but didn't take her foot off the brake yet.

"Well, maybe we could go out some time…and do a little dance and then drink a little water?" Danny didn't just make the connection he was using it. He was soaring on her cool list.

Robin threw her head back and laughed. She straightened up and returned to his eyes. "You got it."

He stood up as the car began to ease forward. Robin let her arm drift out the window, her hand brushed Danny's crotch as it passed by him. She could have sworn there was a stiffy in those pants. She looked back at him and smiled a devious little smile, turning those gorgeous baby blues into deadly lasers. She hit him right in the heart, he was dead. Or at least to any other girl in his life right now. They would definitely meet again. She wasn't sure when or where but this day set their destiny, they would meet. He waved to her as the car pulled out of sight and back out onto the highway.

About midnight Robin's cell phone rang on the night table by her head. It must have been the third or fourth ring before she fumbled around to get the phone, hit the answer button and put it to her ear. She heard Nikki stir but she didn't wakeup.

"Hello." Robin answered through the daze of fading sleep.

"Hi. I couldn't wait to talk to you, sorry to wake you up." Danny's familiar voice said.

Robin lay there for a few seconds collecting her wits. "Oh hi babydoll. It's ok, you know I told you to call me anytime you needed to. I miss you so much." Robin couldn't resist fucking with his head, she followed her words adding several smoochy kisses at the end.

"Uhhhh, I don't…think this is who you think it is." Danny's voice betrayed his confusion. 

Robin smiled to herself. "Bobby? Is this you honey?" She kept up the game.

"Robin? Is this Robin?" Danny was getting more messed up by the second, downhearted to think she might have a boyfriend back home.

"Yes. Bobby? Are you ok. What's wrong baby, have you been drinking. I told you when I left for school you couldn't drink without me there, are you drunk?" Robin could barely keep from laughing into the phone. 

"Robin, this is Danny. The guy on the boat earlier today, well, now its yesterday." He sounded so sad and unsure of himself.

"Danny? Oh, yeah, Danny. The nice boy with the sailboat, sure I remember you. You have the friend with the elephant trunk dick, right?" Robin now did laugh into the phone. "How did you get this number?" Her eyes looked over at her roommate in the bed across the room.

"Oh, uh, gosh Robin I don't really remember, for sure. Anyway, I just couldn't wait to ask you out. Are you busy next Saturday? I was hoping we might go to the game together." Danny was all but begging.

Robin was wide awake now and lying flat on her back staring at the ceiling, the night light in the room put off a sexy warmth. "Hmmm, Saturday? Let me think, I think I have something Saturday. What was it?" Stringing guys along was nothing new to Robin, there had been more attempts made at her panties than McDonalds has sold Big Macs. "Let me get my day planner." She giggled into her free hand.

The silence on the phone was deafening. She just lay there waiting a few seconds. She could hear his breathing becoming impatient. She decided to let him off the hook.

"Oh no that's the next Saturday. Yes, Danny, I will be free Saturday." Robin suddenly felt good inside, her heart was smiling.

"Then you will go to the game with me?" Danny sighed the sigh of a man set free. 

"Sure, I would love to." Robin smiled inside outside every side that could smile was smiling.

"Hey, Robin, could I ask you something?" Danny inquired.

"Sure." Robin answered matter-of-factly.

"Who is Bobby?" He couldn't resist he had to know.

"Bobby who?" Robin got back into the game.

"When you answered the phone, you called me Bobby." Danny was getting antsy.

"I did, I called you Bobby? I don't know any Bobby. Sorry, I must have been dreaming." Robin was dying inside.

"Oh, ok, well…" Danny didn't know where to go with this.

Robin decided to let him off the hook once more. "Hey, Danny, don't you know when someone is fucking with you head? There is no Bobby, at least not in my life. And the next time you wake me up at midnight there may be a male harem in my bed with me so be careful. I'll see you in class tomorrow. Good night." Robin hung up the phone and looked at Nikki. That little bitch gave him my cell number! Robin wanted to climb into bed with her and give her a big wet kiss, she just went back to sleep, fading off with Danny on her mind.

Danny laid back and smiled. He had a date with a dream come true. His cell phone rang, startling him to full consciousness. He answered it quick, he didn't want it waking up Eric.

"Hello?" He whispered into the phone.

"I can't wait until Saturday." Robin hung up, adding a kiss to this line too. The phone went dead in Danny's hand. He fell asleep with it lying on his chest.

Robin jerked the shower curtain open! Nikki jumped out of her skin! She slumped into the corned dropping into the fetal position. Robin was naked too.

"You bitch! Don't do that!" Nikki could barely breath.

"That's just what I was thinking!" Robin looked down at her as she returned to her feet.

"What do you mean?" Nikki wiped the wet hair from her eyes.

"You gave Danny my cell number, bitch." Robin faked anger.

"Robin, I'm sorry but I thought you would want me too. His dick hadn't dried before he started asking if I knew your number." Nikki couldn't pass up a chance to rub in the fact that she had been with Danny.

Robin stepped into the shower with Nikki. Nikki's attitude changed to one of interest. Robin took the soap and started soaping Nikki's chest. Nikki melted back against the shower wall. 

"Thanks." Robin kissed her softly smiling. "I think you missed a spot here." Robin washed down and began to wash Nikki's hair. Nikki ate it up. They were almost late for class.

Robin could hardly wait for third class, her English class with Danny. She remembered the first day she saw him. How hot she thought he was. Robin had been so bitchy in those days, just a couple of days ago she thought, that no one was approaching her for anything let alone to get to know her. She had changed. The bell ending the second hour rang and Robin hit the hallway racing to the next building over. As she hit the first floor and turned toward the exit door her eyes caught sight of Jennifer. Actually, she saw Jennifer often at this time. Their eyes met. Jennifer stopped talking to the group of girls going into class with her, they turned in the direction of Jennifer's stare.

"Hello bitch!" Jennifer quipped in Robin's direction.

"Fuck you whore!" Robin returned as she shot past the group.

A couple of Jennifer's friends started to take up for her. Jennifer stopped them from rebuking Robin. She watched her pass and turn her butt to the door handle pushing it open, her books wrapped in her arms. Before she whirled out onto the walkway she gave Jennifer a sweet "hello honey" wink and a smile. Jennifer smiled back and blew her a kiss. Jennifer had been worried about Robin after she had left her the other day. She could see that the girl was alright. She felt a huge weight drop off her shoulders. A relief as far as Robin was concerned. But she still wanted to see Robin again and soon.

Robin flew into class and instantly looked toward Danny's seat. He was sitting there watching the door for Robin's arrival. Both their hearts leaped inside them when they set eyes on each other. Robin wished their desks were closer together. They sat completely across the room from each other. Robin heard next to nothing the professor said. She couldn't take her eyes off Danny. Saturday couldn't get here quick enough. Danny would look down at his book or look up and feigned attention toward the professor. But his eyes spent most of the hour on Robin. When the hour was over, Danny fought against the flow of the class leaving to make his way to Robin's desk.




Ding Dong



Jim slowly, carefully, sensitively fastened the ties around Betsy's ankles and wrists. He deliberately left them very loose. Betsy tested the tautness several times, but did not resist. She was feeling hotter with each second. Knowing that this man was about to control her more than anyone else had before was exciting. She could almost feel his cock in her now. Wanted to feel it. And feel it.

"Hurry, Jim. Hurry and fuck me."

"Whoa. We're not through with the ice yet," Jim said as he finished fastening the last tie to the leg of the bed. He reached for another ice cube, and Betsy's eyes widened. Jim brought the cube to the left nipple, then the right, alternating between the two hard nuggets. When Betsy's eyes appeared to be about to bulge out of their sockets, Jim began to switch back and forth between the cold cube and his warm tongue, dancing on each of Betsy's nipples. Hot then cold. Hot then cold. Betsy's eyes were open, but her head moved back and forth on the pillow, her breathing was heavy, loud.

"You're driving me crazy, Jim. This is making me crazy. Suck 'em. Suck 'em or fuck me. Or both. Or do something. I can't take this any longer." The words came out of her mouth, but the voice didn't sound like Betsy's. It was hoarse, raspy, full of desire. Jim continued the ice treatment on the left nipple and started to suck hard on the right. Betsy started humping. Her pelvis thrust upward over and over. Finally, Jim relented a little.

He leaned up, at which move Betsy was delighted, hoping her wait was over. But she was wrong. Jim began to trail a fresh ice cube down Betsy's abdomen. He lingered over the navel, letting it melt there a moment and then leaned over to lap the cool water out of the tiny fissure. Betsy's arms pulled against the bindings. Her upper body rolled side to side as she tugged. She bent her knees, too, testing the tightness of the ties around her ankles. Her noises had become little moans to match the little upward humps of her lower body. Jim could catch a drawn out "puh-leez" every now and again.

As he moved down to the lower edge of the bed, positioning himself between her spread legs, Betsy's eyes opened as wide as saucers. He placed the cube between her swollen lips and moved it in short spurts, up and down. Betsy spoke no more. Her voice was one prolonged "Uhhhhhhhhhh" as she simply worried her head back and forth, tossing it from side to side as if it might relieve her swollen pussy. It didn't. She continued tossing anyway, pulling on the ties that bound her to the bed.

Jim neared his face to Betsy's engorged pussy lips. He placed the ice cube in his mouth and used his fingers to spread her wide. He then held the cube between his lips and teeth and moved up and down the length of her slit. Slowly, slowly, slowly, cooling her heat. Betsy now shivered. She was a virtual Chihuahua. Even down to the bugged eyes. Jim took the melting cube from his mouth, got a new one, ran it around inside his mouth a few times, then removed it. He placed the cube in his right hand and slowly inserted it into Betsy's hot opening. She caught her breath. Her head snapped up and over to stare down at Jim.

Betsy really began to tug at the bindings. "Ummm, ummm, ummm" still came through her lips. Her head went back down on the pillow and there was stillness for at least five or six seconds. Jim was about to move up to Betsy's side and make sure that she was all right when she suddenly started humping up so hard and high that she knocked Jim a good smack on the chin. It hurt a little, but he got over it, quickly. God, she was so hot.

Betsy's mind wouldn't focus. It was as if all energy was focused on her pussy. It was hot, it was cold, it was full, it was empty, it was wanting Jim's cock bad. It didn't even seem to be connected to her body anymore. She opened her eyes, looked down at herself. Her body was pumping up and down. Was she doing that? Was she making it do that, or was it just doing that on its own? Fuck, fuck, fuck, she thought. 

Jim placed his finger inside Betsy. Cube gone. Gone with the heat. He grabbed one of the pillows from under her head and propped it under her buttocks. He couldn't wait to feel her, to rock her, to fuck her. Now, now, now, he thought. Jim positioned himself to enter Betsy. He took his cock in his right hand and rubbed the tip up and down her wet slit a few times before he slowly pierced her. Betsy's eyes locked on his as he did so. She blinked, slowly, almost stupidly. Betsy had never felt anything so good. 

Jim's cock was as hard as any she'd ever felt, and it was hot. Hot and hard. And long, for goodness sake. Oh, yes. For goodness sakes. Jim entered her slowly, savoring every second of filling her with his cock. She sucked him in and tightened around him with every little forward movement. Their eyes were locked. Jim hadn't expected anything quite this tight and sweet. Betsy hadn't expected anything quite this hard and big. When he finally bottomed out, Betsy was unsure if she was still breathing. It didn't hurt, but it sure as hell felt different than anything she'd ever felt before.

Jim had an amazing tool, Betsy reflected. The gentle curve upward was shaped just right to hit a woman where it counted. She couldn't wait to feel it move in and out.

"Fuck it," she barked. "Fuck it hard," and Betsy started her humping movements again, arching up to Jim.

Jim didn't listen. He eased out, then eased back in, then out, then in. It felt too good to waste on a quick fuck. 

"Faster, please. Faster and harder." Betsy pleaded with Jim now.

"Shhhh," Jim whispered to her. "You let me take care of this now, awright?"

"No. No. Hard. Now!" Betsy insisted.

"Shhhh," Jim whispered again. "Shhhhh."

Jim's thrusting became regular, but not fast. His forearms held him up off of Betsy so he didn't crush her, but his cheek found hers and held her face to the side. Jim rounded his back up to account for the height difference. This position lasted a while, but soon Jim simply slipped his forearms forward along the sides of Betsy's head. He buried his own face into the pillow at the head of the bed. Betsy snuggled her cheek to Jim's chest. She ceased her frantic humping and seemingly melted into Jim's own body. She moved with him, in synch, matching each rise and fall of Jim's body. Both of them breathed quite audibly.

Betsy's tight wetness was so sweet and hot that Jim lost himself in stroking her. He wasn't thinking, wasn't really conscious of his surroundings. Betsy, too, had lost coherent thought. Getting off was paramount in her mind, but the getting there was almost as good. Jim's powerful frame pounded his cock rhythmically in and out of her, filling her, burning the lining of her pussy. They rocked, moving together like a single body and its shadow.

Jim finally actively sought release. He quickened his pace and his force of movement and relaxed his body and forearms slightly. Betsy's face was plastered to his chest with a thin paste of sweat. She smelled good. Her moans increased in intensity and loudness, doubling Jim's desire to fill her.

Betsy's clit was on fire. Jim's new pace and grinding movement were stimulating her to a shattering orgasm. Each of his inward thrusts pounded her clit with his body and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded. Sure enough, a few more strokes and Betsy began to shake and quiver with the onset of the orgasm. It rocked her, and, miraculously, Jim began his own release. The bodies jerked, twitched, and pounded. The voices "ahhhhd" and "uhhhhhd" and "oh, god-ed" until there was finally silence except for heavy breathing.

Jim raised his head, looked at Betsy and smiled. She smiled back. He rose up again on his forearms and arched his back. Jim leaned on one arm and loosened the ties from Betsy's wrists, first her left, then, shifting his weight to his other arm, her right. Betsy's arms went up and around his waist to prevent him from pulling his cock from her. She wanted to feel him as long as possible. She drew his face down with her hungry eyes and kissed him full on the mouth, tasting her own juices from earlier. She sighed a long satisfied sigh.

Again, Jim smiled. "You okay, sugar?" he inquired.

"Uh, huh," Betsy said. "I'm more than okay. I'm fan-fucking-tastic!"

Betsy smiled up at Jim and stroked his back lightly with her fingers. Jim kissed Betsy's nose, forehead, chin. He then started for her neck, but she began to giggle this time.

"It tickles!" she yelled.

"Well, I guess it'll just have to tickle," Jim said, and he attacked her neck with renewed vigor. Betsy's giggles grew louder and she began to fight with Jim, pounding his arms and back. Finally, Jim rolled over onto his back, pulling Betsy with him, but encountered a problem as the ties that remained around her ankles prevented him from pulling her all the way on top of him Jim gently moved Betsy onto her side and reached down to remove the ankle bindings. Betsy pulled Jim back up and onto his back. She snuggled into his chest, breathed deeply, and fell asleep almost as quickly as Jim could say "do you want another drink?"

Jim didn't want to disturb her. He lay still, and soon fell asleep himself.

Jim awoke to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. He rolled over, glanced at the clock which registered 3:00 a.m., and jumped out of bed. He and Betsy had slept a long time. He headed to the bathroom--the door was open--and then stepped in to pee. He spoke loudly so Betsy could hear him over the running water. 

"Betsy, I'm up. I'm in here peeing. I didn't want to scare you."

"Okay, sugar," she said through the curtain. "When you're through, you wanna jump in here with me?"

Jim contemplated a nice shower. Yeah, that would be nice.

"You bet," he answered her.

Jim turned towards the tub, and Betsy pulled the shower curtain aside to allow him to step in. She looked ravishing. Her firm, rounded body glistened with water and her long hair was piled loosely on top of her head. Jim enfolded her in his arms and placed his face in her hair. It smelled fruity, inviting. He nuzzled her neck and was rewarded with Betsy's hands encircling his now growing cock.

Betsy slowly went to her knees, engulfed Jim's hardness in her mouth, and began to milk it with her mouth and tongue. Jim reached out his arms, balancing his soon wavering body with one palm on the side wall and one on the back. Betsy's sucking alternated with licking and kissing. In short time, Jim's cock was as hard as it had been last evening.

Jim didn't allow himself to enjoy Betsy's oral attention too long. He wanted to fuck her in the shower. He gently pulled her head away from his cock and leaned down to cup her buttocks. As Jim pulled her up, Betsy tightly wrapped her legs around Jim. He pushed her back to the wall and reached one hand down to place his fingers inside Betsy. Her head went back and she pushed herself onto Jim's fingers. He couldn't wait. The fingers came out and his cock went in. Jim started humping Betsy up against the wall. Betsy's body bounced like a basketball as Jim pounded her.

Betsy loved this position. Jim's curved cock banged at her G-spot relentlessly. Her insides ached, but it was such a good ache. Each thrust both ignited a fire and put one out. Although Betsy's moans were at a fever pitch, she didn't get off. She just kept pitching back and forth, moaning. After quite some time, Jim couldn't imagine what might be wrong. He thought this position was a female favorite. He knew it certainly was one of his. Finally, Jim looked down at Betsy's face. Her eyes were closed, face tightened. When Jim stopped his ministrations, Betsy's eyes opened and she looked at him. Jim's eyes held a question. Oh, no, she thought. He thinks he's not doing something right.

"No, no, Jim. No, it's not you. God. God, you're wonderful. You should be registered by the feds as a patented pleasure instrument. No. I . . . sometimes, well, sometimes it takes different things to get me off. But this is wonderful. I love it. Keep fuckin' me. You're incredible. Right on my spot." 

Betsy's arms tightened again around Jim's neck.

"What d'ya mean, different?" Jim asked.

"Well, sometimes I get off real easy, but others it takes a while and I have to have certain things going on to get off or to really, really enjoy it."

"Like what," Jim wondered aloud as he watched water mist onto Betsy's face.

"Well, I . . . I already told you I like to watch guys get themselves off. It really, really gets me hot. 

Jim stared at Betsy. The warm water sprayed his back. It felt good. The fuckin' had felt good. Her request wasn't out of line. He wasn't adverse to wanking for the lady, certainly not if it turned her on. But he ought to get something out of it, too.

"Well," he said. " I like to watch women get themselves off, too . . . ," Jim started, but was interrupted by Betsy.

"Oh, yeah. I'd be getting' myself off. I luh-ove to masturbate," Betsy drawled the word "love" into two syllables. She was squirming around now, really animated as she thought about watching this man yanking himself. "I'd luh-ove to show you how I pleasure myself, while I watch you jerk your hard cock. God, I'd love that."

Jim swallowed hard. He'd love to watch her diddle herself. In, or out of the shower? 

"Me, too. You wanna stay in here, or hit the bed," he asked.

"Oooooooooo. In here, I think. I love the water running down on me."

Jim picked Betsy up by the waist, carefully turned around and sat her down again. He squatted and reached for the sides of the tub. He lowered himself to a seated position at the back of the tub. He looked up at Betsy as he enfolded his cock in his hand. He methodically began jerking upwards. Betsy's eyes widened as she looked down. Suddenly, she held aside the curtain and practically leapt from the shower. She raced from the bathroom and disappeared briefly. When she returned, Betsy had something in one of her hands, but Jim could not make out what it was.

As Betsy re-entered the shower, Jim's curiosity was piqued.

"Whaddya have there, Betsy?"

"Oh, a little toy I like. A little waterproof toy."

Now Jim's eyes widened. Betsy opened her palm and revealed an egg-shaped item with a long wire and a small remote control attached. Jim's hand, which had continued to pleasure himself while Betsy was gone, stopped. His eyes widened even more as Betsy placed the egg and rectangular box on the edge of the tub while she lathered up her hands. Jim unconsciously began jerking himself again as Betsy retrieved the egg and rubbed lather on it. She then turned around, her ass facing Jim. She reached her lathered fingers around to her anal opening and soaped it up as well. 

To Jim's amazement, Betsy then inserted, slowly, the egg into her anus. He stopped stroking, mesmerized as he watched the pink-hued hole take in the oval shape. Betsy turned to face Jim again. She grinned wickedly as she held out the remote control and visibly turned something. Betsy's pelvis moved forward in a snapping motion. She was stimulating her anus with the egg. Jim thought he'd get off this very second even though his hand had been idle for a moment or so.

He grabbed his cock and began to wank it as Betsy knelt to straddle him. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers, her right hand still enveloping the control. Jim watched closely, still running his palm along his shaft, as she began to stimulate her clit, rubbing it this way and that. Her head was down, watching intently as Jim's hand pulled at his hard on. 

"That's it, baby. Stroke that thing. Let Mama see you do yourself. That's it."

Jim didn't need to be told to stroke himself. God, what a sight. Betsy going after her clit and zapping her butt hole with the remote. Geez. Jim's ass lifted off the floor of the tub with each stroke. Betsy's face contorted each time Jim saw her hand move the knob on the remote. Each time, his cock got harder.

"Stroke it, yeah. Jerk it. Go after it. Faster, baby, faster," Betsy urged Jim. Her brown eyes were affixed to his hand and his cock.

He complied, stroking faster, but was still fascinated by watching her pull at her clit and by imagining the egg up her ass. He pulled faster and faster on his hard cock, strengthening his grip on the upward motion. Jim didn't intend to get off this way though. He wanted to fuck Betsy again. No need to waste this hard on.

As if she read Jim's mind, Betsy suddenly told him to hold on a minute.

"Keep it up just another second or two, babe. I . . . I'm almost there . . . just a . . . a . . . second . . . ahhhhhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhhhhhhh."

Betsy's moans increased as her fingers began to work feverishly at her clit. Her eyes were still glued to Jim's cock. Jim grabbed the remote control, glanced at it to locate the off/on toggle and the speed control. He turned the speed up and Betsy's body began to quake as her fingers moved across her clit as quickly as hummingbird's wings. Her moans sounded strangled as she was gripped in orgasm. Jim flipped the toggle to the off position, then back on, then off, then on. Betsy started to scream. Her fingers ceased to move as her body took over the work. She held her right hand still and worked her body up and down, side to side, jerking as Jim turned the egg on and off.

Finally, Betsy was exhausted. She slumped down, sitting back on her ankles. Jim reached around her, located the end of the egg just inside her anal opening and slowly removed it. Betsy's upper body slumped towards Jim's chest. He reached his right hand over to the soap dish and soaped up his right palm and fingers. He reached down to Betsy's ass and inserted his forefinger into her. She raised her head and gasped.

Betsy nodded. Nodded her head up and down. She couldn't speak. Jim began to move his finger in and out of Betsy's tight ass. She slumped forward again.

"On top. Crawl on top of me. Ride me," Jim directed.

It took Betsy a moment to comprehend, but she finally scooted up along Jim's thighs. Jim used his left hand to guide his throbbing cock into Betsy's wetness. The spray from the shower came down in exquisite rivulets along her breasts, her nipples saluting Jim's face. Once Jim's cock drove into Betsy, she leaned again on his chest. Jim used his left hand on her right buttock to easily move her up and down on his hardness. Betsy was oblivious to all but the delicious tingling in both nether holes. She was beyond conscious movement, beyond aiding Jim in any way.

No matter. Jim knew by the whimpering form that Betsy was being satisfied. He continued to rock her body up and down his own in a pace to fit his growing need. As the rocking quickened, so did Jim's movement in and out of Betsy's ass. Betsy heard herself whimpering, felt her body go limp. She was beyond orgasm. She was spent. Full. Satisfied. Let it rock. As long as he wanted to.

Jim's finger assaulted Betsy's ass. His cock, her pussy. As he neared orgasm, Betsy's head raised from his chest and she stared into his blue eyes. She said nothing. The look said it all. Jim began to fill her. His body tensed. Betsy took over. She rode Jim up and down, not back and forth, and milked every drop of cum from his cock as he shuddered with each of her movements. 

The two stared at one another for a moment, enjoying the warm rush of cleansing water. Betsy eased up from her position and began to bathe herself. After several moments, Jim recovered enough to raise himself up and stand behind Betsy. He, too, allowed the rush of the water to cleanse him.

When they emerged from the shower, Betsy asked Jim if he had a working alarm clock. He nodded.

"Can you set it for 7:00, sugar? I gotta get by my house and dress for work."

"Sure, Bets. I'll set it."

Jim helped Betsy dry her back and then led her to the bed. They tumbled in, exhausted. Jim couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good, so alive. And there she was. Beside him. Already asleep. Betsy. Better than steak. Better than Scotch. Better than just about anything he'd ever known. Betsy-the lady who had surely dinged his dong. 



Ding!



"Davie... please...," I felt tears welling up in my eyes, while I thought of my real mother. I frantically shook my head, staring at Mom, Davie, whoever it was. Did I lose her forever? I had a thousand of thoughts racing in my head. I felt my spine shiver with pure terror and my stomach knotted so tightly on the inside. I just watched Anna and Mom standing together and grinning at me.

"Oh, so Anna, babe...," Mom smiled, grasping one of Anna's delicate hands and placing it directly on her chest. "Do you like it? I'm working on it; I want to gain some more weight, so I can grow my tits some more and fill out my hips. I wanna' become busty and thick just like you. All I have to do is fill this body up and in no time, I'll become you. Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"Stop! Please!" I stood up and stared at Mom, both eyes wide with frantic. 

Anna smiled at Mom, caressing her body. "Oh, my. Well, I'm looking forward to it, then." And then she looked at me, grinning; "There's nothing you can do but to get used to this, babe. Don't worry. We will have so much fun, together." 

"Speaking of fun, let's do something right now. Let's get out and leave this little shit by himself tonight. Let it all soak in for him. We could go to my apartment and get smashed and among other things..." Mom closed in on Anna and wrapped her arms around her body. Promptly, they exchanged kisses. Mom broke it off momentarily. She coldly gazed at me one more time before she headed towards the front door with Anna behind her, their hands held together. 

I just helplessly stared at Anna and Mom, with a cold shiver in my spine and a twisted stomach. 

I didn't sleep that night. 

***

It's been two days since Mom left with Anna and left me alone. 

I remained in the house all weekend long, never leaving the residence. I waited for Mom to appear, as she never did. I was busy imagining how in the world Davie managed to hijack Mom's body. However, my mind drew complete blanks. When Monday approached, I considered skipping school but I had a huge test that I didn't want to miss. Though, I would return right back to thinking about Mom right after school or whenever I was alone. I just had to figure out a way to bring my real mother back. 

What a horrible nightmare that I was trapped in! 

Finally, I went outside on a Tuesday night, walking in the neighborhood by my lonesome and getting dinner. Afterwards, as I returned home, I discovered a car awkwardly parked on the driveway. I gasped and sprinted towards the door. The house door was already unlocked as I opened. To my surprise, I spotted a huge Rottweiler ferociously barking at me, almost throwing me off. Suddenly, I heard a pair of roaring laughter; Mom entered the living room with Anna close behind. She was proudly sporting body-hugging, bold-colored pair of shorts and a matching tank top. And underneath her tank top, Mom wore a pushup bra that caused her breast to dance with every footstep Mom made.

"Down, boy!" Mom barked and the dog immediately obeyed. Mom caressed the dog's head, sipping on a bottle of beer. Then, she licked a bit of beer from her bright red lips and delicately wiped her mouth with her feminine, soft hand. Mom flicked her hair back and plopped down on the couch, "So, meet Danger. Danger, meet my son, Eugene." 

"What the hell?" my nose reacted to the faint canine aroma circling around the house. "He can't be in here!" 

"It's my house, isn't it? If you don't like it..." Mom pointed towards the door with the tip of her beer bottle, "...there's the door." She once again chugged down some beer and quietly belched. Anna plopped right onto Mom and affectionately kissed her neck. Momentarily, they shared kisses before Mom broke it off. 

"Oh, you'll love Danger," Mom smirked, while Anna giggled. "Oh and, he's here to stay. Your darling, little sister will be very happy about having a dog. So, the little bitch will finally get one." 

"Lori, sweetie. Tell your son what we did this weekend," Anna smirked, looking up towards me, still positioned on top of Mom with her arms wrapping around her shoulders. 

"Oh, I'm getting to that, babe," Mom sipped some more beer once more before continuing with her story, "Well, Anna and I fucked all weekend long." 

My jaws clenched, my eyes welled with angry tears and my hand balled into a fist. However, Danger scowled up at me, positioned in front of Mom, just waiting to bite into me. 

"That hot lesbian sex as advertised?" Mom beamed, while nodding, "Fucking fantastic. See..." Mom sipped her beer once more, "...we fucked with dildos, we had some strap-on sex, and my pussy was just literally so moist throughout entire weekend. It was so fucking tight, I tell you. I tasted some of my own juices from that dildo in which... Anna fucked me with. And in fact..." 

Mom gradually spread her legs with Anna still sitting on her lap. Mom displayed a circle of moist between her legs. "...I'm so fucking wet right now, just thinking about it. And as you can see, I removed my thong, so I wear absolutely nothing underneath. I hate wearing these things, anyhow." 

I couldn't say anything, my heart pounded and my dick grew hard. My dick grew so hard that my underwear was beginning to cave in. My stomach knotted into a twist and my anger intensified. Deep inside in my own perverted way, I wanted Mom to continue telling her story. Perhaps I didn't want her to stop. My balls of fists were now lightly trembling. I gulped hard. 

"And I gained like what? 10 pounds?" Mom glanced at Anna, removing some stray hair from her girlfriend's delicate face. "I feel my tits just swelling already. Man, I just ate, drank and fucked all weekend long." 

Judging by the look on my face, Mom just stared at me and quizzically asked, "Son, are you... hot? I swear that you're so fucked up in the head, just thinking that way about your dear mother." 

Anna got up from Mom, her eyes slowly gazing up and down at me before making her way towards the kitchen for another beer. She shook her head, giggling, "Wow, you're a fucking pervert." 

"Babe, fetch me another beer! I'll need to sleep really good tonight because I gotta' go to work tomorrow. Well, someone has to support this household, after all," Mom brushed her hair back, rolling her eyes, "And apparently, I start a new chapter tomorrow in class and I have another swim practice at school to go to. I teach a bunch of idiots, I swear." 

Moments later, Anna raced back into the living room with two bottles of beer in her hands. She sat them down on the table. Anna grabbed her purse, ruffled inside it and pulled out a pair of revealing string swimsuits. "These are so fucking cute. Wear these tomorrow at swim practice?" Anna smirked and posed the pair of revealing swimsuits upon Mom. 

Mom got up, snatched the swimsuits and began removing her shirt, right in front of me. My eyes widened, my lips quivered and I tried saying something but I couldn't. I extended my hand and under my breath, I meekly uttered, "No..." My dick grew fiercely hard; I grew so hot inside as I started shaking my head. "Please, stop. I'm begging you. Don't humiliate my mother like this..." 

Mom, being oblivious to it all, tossed her tank top on the floor. Mom's pair of breasts had begun dancing correspondingly, while she was removing her push-up bra. She tossed those to the floor as well, revealing her slightly swollen breasts. Her dark pink nipples were exposed, even for me to see. Mom slipped on her string swim top and shook sideways, her breasts reacting accordingly. 

"My, my..." Mom giggled. "I really love it, Anna. Thanks!" She snatched the stringy swim bottom from Anna and extended it outward. She removed her pair of tight shorts and tossed it aside, revealing her smooth bottom. Mom slid on her pair of stringy swim bottom, tucking the string between her smooth pair of butt cheeks. Mom reached down towards the table, grabbed the bottle of beer and popped it open. She guzzled it down and gulped. 

"Gotta' hit the hay, dear. I'm going to sleep in these things tonight," said Mom, turning around and heading towards the stairs. With each footstep, Mom's chest bounced and I just fixedly watched. And her buttocks were naturally swaying in a feminine fashion. "Anna, did you bring a dildo? I want a quick fuck before I sleep. 'Cause I'm so fucking wet." 

"Of course, I did!" Anna smiled, nodding. She then began eyeing me, "Wow, that look on your face. You're so pale. Drink something!" She giggled, handing me a bottle of her unopened beer. Right after, she promptly followed Mom upstairs and they disappeared for the night, right into my mother's master bedroom. 

I was left alone in the living room. I just gazed down at Mom's clothes on the floor. That pair of shorts was just lying there, with her moist right in the middle. And I just momentarily stared at it, growing hotter on the inside with my heart fiercely pounding. Danger sprawled on floor and closed his eyes. Simply, I disappeared towards my room as well. I just couldn't think straight anymore. I just couldn't figure out this new reality. 

My nightmare simply lingered on for another day.