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Flash

By: mc_ellen



This is an adult story.

It is not for children, or young pets, or republicans (kidding!)

It does not represent anything that has ever been done, nor should it ever be tried.

If you are not interested in adult material, please hang up now.

Please do not reprint this anywhere without asking me first.

You have been WARNED.

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For Mara.

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Chapter I

I was so nervous. Me! She selected me! Lola Tangiers was could have her pick of models for her photo shoots and she picked me! I still had no idea why, but I was pacing her office, waiting for her to call for me. 

And what do you wear when auditioning for a world famous fashion photographer? I spent hours digging through my closets, deciding on an above-the-knee brown suede skirt, 3" matching suede pumps, and a cream colored silk blouse. Stopping to get a manicure on the way, I thought I looked good, but it didn't help quell my nerves one bit.

The door opened and a drop-dead gorgeous blonde stuck her head out of the office. "Ms. Blaine?"

"Yes," I stammered, "that's me," I finished lamely, smiling self-consciously.

She flashed me a 1,000,000 candlepower smile and said, "A pleasure to meet you in person. Ms. Tangiers has been very descriptive about your abilities. Please, come in and meet her." She opened the door, sweeping me in with a wave of a long, slender arm.

"Um, thank you, Ms...?" I fumbled.

"Jet. Marie Jet," she returned, smoothly.

"Ms. Jet," I echoed, and strode into the room, attempting to regain my air of importance. The only problem was that my self-importance really wasn't in question. I really WAS a nobody.

The room was decorated plainly, a large, empty shell with good lighting and a backdrop area for the photo background. Lola, unmistakably, was maneuvering the lights to point at a spot in the "set" and turned when we walked in. 

Striking, in person, Lola was not classically beautiful. Shortish, a bit stocky, with wide-set, green eyes that seemed to sparkle, and a Cheshire grin made her fascinating to look at, and more fascinating when she looked at you. Dressed simply in a t-shirt, loose canvas shorts, and white tennis sneakers, she seemed the essence of being casual about your fame. I gawked for a moment before I managed to introduce myself.

"Um, hello, Ms. Tangiers," I mumbled, "I just LOVE your work and am, um, honored that you, er...chose me to, um.." I sounded like an idiot and she let me finish for a bit before smirking and waving it all away.

"Hush, dear. You're a wonderful model and my work is only in bringing out the beauty that my models already possess inherently. Without you, I would be nothing." She smiled and I was immediately at ease, ready for anything. What an ability she had, I thought, to keep her models happy! "Why don't you get into some of the clothing I have here and we can begin. Marie, can you help Ms. Blaine?"

"Oh, please call me Susan, Ms. Tangiers, Ms. Jet," I said, sheepishly, and started for the hangers. I picked out a short leather skirt, 4" black patent heels, and a white cashmere sweater, holding them out for both Lola's and Marie's approval.

"Of course, Susan. I'm Lola and this is Marie." Lola smiled, waving vaguely to herself and her assistant. She watched me closely as I changed, and I suddenly realized that I felt a little uneasy. I'd never been anything of an exhibitionist, but it didn't occur to me to ask to change in private in front of two other women, but the way that they were looking at me was making me sweat a bit. I put it out of my mind, watched what I was doing more carefully, and ignored the feeling. It wouldn't do to insult Lola Tangiers. I finished changing, pushing my 5'10" frame up over 6' in the pumps. I towered over Lola, and was slightly taller than Marie, in her 4" spiked sandals. 

Standing up, brushing flat my shirt and skirt, throwing back my long, fire-colored hair out of my face and over my left shoulder, I cut quite a figure up there on the platform. I smiled as I heard a sharp intake of air from Lola. Looking her way, my gray-blue eyes caught her green ones and I asked "shall we begin?"

Her smile split her entire face in a grin that I wasn't at all sure I liked. "Absolutely," she nearly cooed, "Marie?"

Marie stood and, taking two of the strobe-flashes that were typical in this kind of photography, helped me onto the "set." This consisted of a distressed brown-leather couch, and a large, soft rug. There was a small coffee table with a bowl of fake fruit on it. Otherwise, there was just background and lights.

Having done this hundreds of times, with many photographers, I knew how to get juice into the shoot. I stood, looking at the camera like a lover, and raised my hands behind my head, pursing my lips. Pouting expressions, lustful glances, casual under-the-lids flirtations were the way to make your average male viewer stop in his tracks. Instructions poured form Lola's mouth to both Marie and I. 

"Susan, look left."

"Marie, flash higher."

"Susan, hands lower."

"Susan, lift left leg."

"Susan, sit further back."

"Marie, lean in closer."

"Susan, mouth open."

Eyes locked on the camera as shot after shot, flash after flash went off, I barely noticed the instructions getting a bit unusual. Something odd about the timing of the flashes and the instructions briefly crossed my mind, but I was much too engrossed to do anything more than notice it fly by.

"Susan, kneel." I did.

"Susan, mouth open." My mouth opened.

"Susan, lift skirt." My fingers trailed up the edges of my skirt, pulling it sensuously upwards as I still posed everything for the camera.

I thought I caught a smile from Lola as my skirt rode up exposing myself bare. Who wore panties under a skirt for a photo shoot? The instructions came faster now, and so did the flashes. I didn't notice when Lola had stopped taking pictures, but I kept posing. Things were beginning to get very blurry to me except those instructions. I was obeying them immediately, although they slipped from one ear to the other as far as conscious thought about them was concerned.

"Face the couch." Flash

"Raise your ass." Flash

"Spread your legs." Flash

"Don't move." Flash

I suddenly felt an explosion of pleasure from below as Lola's tongue started to lick and suck at my pussy. My hands were firmly planted on the ground and I was looking at the couch, immobile. My ass was raised so that my wet, dripping sex was in perfect position for her exploring tongue. I felt the tip slip around my lips and spread them, licking and toying with me, with my clit. I wanted to scream rape, I wanted to beg her to continue, I had no idea what I wanted except to move, which I couldn't do. What seemed like hours, and many many orgasms later, I felt Lola's lips slip off of me and walk away. With a final flash of the strobe she said "Get dressed, go home, forget anything sex-related. You had a great shoot. Come back tomorrow. Dress slutty. Here, look at these when you get home." She pressed something into my hand and turned away.

Flash.

I found myself saying goodbye to Marie, who had a strange glistening around her lips and chin. She dabbed at it lightly with a napkin after noticing my stare and said that she would see me tomorrow. I nodded and headed out.

Walking home, my head reeled a bit. What a great shoot! I had impressed Lola Tangiers! A second shoot was tomorrow and I was going to be killer ready. Maybe some shopping, first...

Having hit my favorite stores in the city, I hadn't really found anything that tickled my fancy today. Something more daring slutty, interesting slutty, or just different slutty was what came to mind. I wandered a bit until I saw just the CUTEST sleazy little red mini skirt in the window! I HAD to have that one. I walked in, bought it in a size that just barely covered my ass, along with such an attractive sleazy black spandex top and a pair of 5" high, open toed spiked platform heels, also black. I nearly danced home, feeling all set for tomorrow! I stopped when I realized that the pink frosted nail polish I was wearing was not exactly what went with this outfit. I frowned and hurried over to Madame Lee's Nail Emporium, a little tiny place around the corner that I got manicures regularly. She squeezed me in.

"Weren't you here yesterday?"

"Yes," I said, "but this is an emergency! I have to look good for a photo shoot tomorrow and this pink polish doesn't go at all with my outfit!"

"Well, can you let me see your outfit?" She asked.

"Oh, sure. Here it is," I replied, holding the outfit up for her to see.

Her eyes widened. "Um, is this ALL of it?" She asked, a bit concerned. 

"What do you mean? Of course. Should I put it on? Will that help?" I asked, eager to get things just right.

"Er, no. That's OK. I think you're going to want something a bit more...daring with that outfit so that it doesn't get lost. Oh, and you'll probably want your toes done too, since you are wearing open toed shoes." She looked up at me, expectantly. I'd never gotten a pedicure from her before, having stated explicitly that I'd never want to show off my feet. "Feet are ugly," I could hear myself saying.

"Well, that's fine then. I have to look good. Do whatever you think is best, Madame Lee," I offered.

"Right. Well, you might want to consider a color to match the top, the skirt, your hair, or your eyes, on either your hands or your feet. They don't have to be the same." She eyed my body, assessing colors and whatever else she was doing. 

I looked myself over and said, "Well, how about matching the skirt on my hands and my top on my feet?"

She nodded, obviously resigned to doing what her foolish customer requested, and painted my long, sculpted fingernails a bright, fire engine red and my long, slender toes a shiny, jet black. I liked it all and tipped her well. "Thanks, Madame!" I chirped as I tottered off.

She waved and mumbled a "No problem" as she shook her head in disbelief. Kids, she thought.

Sauntering home, I kicked off my shoes and my clothes came off before I had made it halfway across the apartment. I was feeling very sexy, very horny, and headed straight to the shower. I smelled of sex, although I assumed it was just because of how hot I was feeling. Dropping my package on the bed, I jumped into the steaming shower, my long, red-tipped nails traced the lines of my pussy, slipping through the curly hair to the warm, pulsing wet need underneath as the water cascaded over my back. To surprising thoughts of Lola's tongue on my clit I came wildly, bucking in the shower and mingling my own juices with the shower water as it circled into the drain. I slumped to the floor of the shower, letting my legs splay out across from me in the large shower, turning off the water as I slid down the wall and falling asleep gazing at the surprisingly black nails shining up at me from the other end of the shower floor.

Waking, just barely, an hour later, I managed to pull my naked, nearly dry form into a robe and onto my bed. I rolled off of a small lump on the bed, and, opening it, found a pile of photos. Curiosity overcoming fatigue, I settled back onto my pillows and started paging through pictures. 

Me, standing by the couch, arms up. Nice.

Kneeling on the couch, looking at the table. Another good one.

Lying on my stomach on the coffee table. Very sultry.

Kneeling on the floor...naked? I sat up slowly, eyes widening.

Sucking on someone's breast?

Is that Marie's face in between Lola's thighs?

Legs spread eagle on the coffee table, head by the couch, Lola's foot on my face?

Marie's face in my crotch?? Lola's feet on my breasts?? 

My face in Lola's ASS???

Were these the pictures we took this afternoon? I sat back, memories hazy and fugue-like. Setting the alarm clock, I passed out for the evening, dreaming of Marie's wet, glistening chin and the pictures of the night before faded into dreams.

Chapter II

Looking in the mirror the next day, it crossed my mind a number of times to wonder what in the world I was wearing. I looked, well, slutty. But something about that didn't seem so bad. In fact, I had a feeling it would help my work, rather than hinder it, although I had no idea why. Had I known what was to come, who's to say whether I would have tried to stay home anyway.

Ring went the doorbell at Lola's studio. The door was once again answered by the beautiful Marie Jet. Nothing odd about her chin, though. I wondered what that was all about yesterday and shrugged inwardly, suppressing a flood of images that clicked, rapid-fire, through my conscious mind. She smiled her melting smile at me again and damn if it didn't have the same effect. Averting my eyes from her gaze, I walked into the studio, aware of my dress, my makeup, and my emotional state. Nothing else seemed to have changed, although the entryway was a bit darker than before. Lola looked up at me benignly and, looking me up and down, smiled and nodded. 

"Much better today, dear," she murmered, "very slutty."

I beamed, although why I couldn't imagine. Do employers typically refer to their employees as "slutty?" I didn't think so, but I was still beaming when Marie came out of the dark entryway into full view. If I was slutty, she was positively lascivious. Her 5'10" model's frame was packed into a black, shiny, smooth material from head to toe. 10 small, sharp fingertips shone from 10 openings in the hands of the materials, nails like fire standing out from the black material. Legs molded into the 6" stilettos that held her aloft at the towering height of 6'4" from the ground. She stepped into the lights of the studio and light seemed not to so much reflect off of her but to bend around her. Hair glowing, eyes shining, lips red and full, she positively oozed sex.

"Hello, Susan. Lola and I like your look. Let's take some more photos," she breathed.

Lola stepped forwards, in only a soft, silk robe and a camera. She held it aloft and before I could peel my eyes from Marie and start asking questions, the camera started clicking and the flash started flashing. Commands started flowing and I started "working."

"Susan, arms on your chest."

"Susan, fingers on your breasts."

"Susan, sit on the couch."

"Susan, legs on the coffee table"

Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.

Marie moved in, holding the flash, placing it on the table, pointing it at me. She flowed more than walked, a vision in darkness, and my eyes were lost to the camera. Fixed onto Marie's form as she glided towards the back of the couch, following her as she walked behind my head, lowering her face to within inches of mine, I felt my lips pucker and extend on my own. Her eyes, mere inches from my own held mine until head slid towards my body so that our mouths could intersect in this strange variant of a "69." Her mouth closed onto my lips, locking greedily. Her tongue slid out and my body and mind exploded in desire, my hands rising in lust to run up and down her so-smooth second skin. I felt the outlines of her shoulders and ran my fingers to her breasts, my red nails a strong contrast to the black material that encased her. My fingers traced her breasts, feeling the outlines of the aureoles and nipples as if they were naked and exposed. Her silver-edged fingers slid down my arms to my breasts, barely enclosed in the skimpy fabric, and I sighed. Our tongues intermingled and I was in heaven. I could have stayed that way forever, but apparently Lola had other plans that were not to be directly under our control. A second flash, timed to go off with the first one started firing, strobing, in time with words from that part of the room. Turning my eyes, Lola had shed her robe, her short form powerfully built, with large, full breasts, creamy skin and strong legs. Her eyes almost glowed green as they looked at Marie and my forms, intertwined in love and lust. Lola had other plans.

"Stand, Marie" Flash.

"On your knees, both of you" Flash.

"Turn to face me" Flash.

She walked between us and stood. We turned to face her without thought.

"Lick my pussy, Marie" Flash. Marie's face dove forwards into her spread lips, her tongue working double time, of it's own subconscious, well trained, volition.

"Lick my ass, Susan" Flash. My well done lipstick was gone, wiped unceremoniously on the tight cheeks of Lola's ass as my face buried itself to it's task. Letting my tongue wander, in and out, up and down, tasting only mana by Her commands. Unaware of anything but liquid desire to obey and the lust that comes from obeying Lola. Obeying the flash.

Lola screamed, but did not command us to stop. She screamed several more times and then fell to the couch.

"Stop. Stay still" Flash.

Marie became the most beautiful of statues. I was a distant second. We faced her, immobile, our chins glistening with our saliva, with Lola's juices, with each others saliva. We simply stayed, letting it dry or drip to the ground.

Lola stood, walking behind us. I thought I heard her fastening something on to herself and then she walked back in front of us. 

"Marie, service me as you know I like it." Flash.

From my vantage point, about 18" away from the two, I had as good a view of what was to transpire as anyone could have. Still, I couldn't believe my eyes. Lola strode to Marie with a 9" long, black rubber strapon cock that almost glowed. It looked like a part of her, encased in the tight latex panties that supported it, arching proudly away from her body. She was thoroughly transformed. That one piece of rubber changed her from a soft, but toppish woman, to a butch, tough, aggressive, dominant. Her eyes glowed with power, her words set to the timing of the strobe carried all the authority they would need to get what she wanted, but her essence, her NEED, was embodied in that 9 inches of rubber. Marie's mouth opened automatically, her crimson lips parting to the "O" of subservience, and moments later the visible 9 inches was trimmed to 4, then 3. Marie's expert lips, perhaps trained on the real thing, perhaps on this impossibly aroused phallus, worked it. They closed and sucked, opened to let her tongue slip out and around the shaft, closed to allow her head to bob up and down, opened to let it slip out and rub against her face. 

For her part, Lola was in heaven. It was as if the strapon was a part of her. She bucked and swayed with Marie's movements, with her actions, reacting to each lick, each change in pressure from Marie's mouth. Her ecstasy overcame her as she grabbed the fiery hair of the Goddess kneeling at her feet and forcefed the strapon into her face. Sliding the dildo in and out of her mouth with greater and greater speed, her screams reached a furious peak. At the last moment, her hand reached down and depressed a button on the latex holster. She screamed and came, writhing, as Marie's eyes bulged along with her cheeks. 

"SWALLOW IT ALL!" Lola screamed in ecstasy, her head thrashing from side to side, her eyes closed, her hands holding Marie's face where the 9 inch rubber monster would create visable bulges in her throat. Flash.

Marie's surprise faded, her reflexes quelled, and she greedily swallowed her Mistresses projectile cum. Gulping and bobbing, letting nothing drip from her lips, she continued to suck and lick until Lola's exhausted voice said "Stop, Marie. Good job. Relax." Flash.

Marie let the fake cock out of her mouth with an audible POP, eliciting a final groan from Lola, who slumped back onto the couch. Marie's eyes were shining from Lola's praise, and she absently let her tongue play over her lips. I was still immobile and had been treated to one of the most erotic shows I'd ever seen. My pussy was dripping, and, ignoring the command to be still, was pulsing and throbbing in absolute, wanton lust. Lola was still sprawled on the couch, but was aware enough to be eyeing Marie and I for signs of life. She looked at me and said, "Talk, but don't move." Flash.


Flash



Katie looked at the photographs over and over. One had a striking, beautiful face that expressed both innocence and a deep desire to lose it. The lips full, the long hair tousled, with just enough of it hanging down over bright blue, thirsty, 'come get me' bedroom eyes. Another showed a pair of magnificent breasts, defying gravity so well that the thick, long nipples were pointing more up than out. A third picture showed an ass, tight and small, but with a perfect bubble form that seemed to have come from its very own heavenly mold. And then there was the pussy photo, a thin, razor-straight strip of hair leading down to an otherwise naked vagina, the flush lips just barely peeking out. There were others that showed these same body parts at different angles and distances, and others still that focused more on this body's tight abs, or the artistically sculpted legs. And a couple photos were full body shots of one of the most beautiful and sensual 22 year olds on Earth.

But none of the photos were particularly flattering. Katie wasn't even sure 'photos' was the right word, considering she'd taken them with a digital camera and was now shuffling through the 'almost' camera shop quality print-outs she'd made with her computer. They were more like generic wanna-be photos.

Not helping was the quality of the pictures themselves; none of the angles, of which Katie had taken dozens of for each shot, seemed to catch the subject right. The focus was off on a few, despite the auto-focus having been engaged the whole time. And the lighting was really bad--as bad as or worse than the lighting she'd seen on even the most amateur of sites from the internet. And these print-outs were the best pictures she had.

Katie was still naked from her own personal photo shoot as she sat at the desk in her bedroom, waiting for the last of the print-outs to finish. The same images were also on her computer screen, looking just as awkward and cold as they were on paper. She had hoped that seeing them on ink would bring some life to the photos, but so far she was still disappointed.

She hated failing, and even this little setback was frustrating to no end. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Taking nude pictures of herself was a big fantasy she was finally making come true, but she was so concerned with getting good results, that she only felt mildly aroused as she snapped photos of herself in the privacy of her bedroom. The shots showing her nipples were a testament to that: they were slightly erect, at best.

Katie had finally pushed for this fantasy to come true after meeting with a friend who confided that she had once posed for nude pictures, and was now featured on some internet porn site. The friend said it was a bad experience because of how little she was paid, and because she basically was conned into giving away her nude likeness for mere pennies to some shrewd dotcom entrepreneurs.

But, the friend, added, she also considered the moments before the eventual letdown to be among the most arousing of her life. "Posing nude for pictures", she had said, "especially when you know the whole world will get to see them, can almost make you cum from the sheer excitement of it all". She also said the nervousness is a good nervousness, and the tingling you get when you're finally doing it, though not the same as just before a good orgasm, can be equally satisfying.

Of course, this particular friend was a bit of nut, Katie knew, so her judgment wasn't necessarily the greatest.

Still, Katie expected to feel much more pleasure in taking these photos than she had. Hell, she'd had more fun just imaging taking the pictures than she had in actually doing it. And now there was no real pay off, because the pictures simply sucked.

Katie considered that her problem of taking pictures alone may be as simple as what it was: she was alone. Her friend, after all, had at least a couple strangers from the website there to watch as she posed, and whenever Katie had heard about other people doing it, usually it was couples doing it to each other as foreplay.

But Katie didn't have any friends she felt comfortable doing this with. While very open minded sexually, Katie had only very recently fed on her long-ignored lusts. The people she'd met thus far were mostly strangers she'd casually hooked up with, and despite what they were like in bed, none of the relationships were solid enough to trust with this amount of responsibility. If even one photo got out, it could end up on a million popular websites in less time than it took her to slip her clothes back on. 

Feeling defeated, Katie slumped in her chair and stared at the screen. Her eyes wandered to the time, and suddenly she bolted upright--she knew exactly who to ask about this problem!

Katie lived at home with her folks still, but neither was home, so she grabbed only her ivory silk robe as she raced out of her bedroom and to the front door. She peeked out the window of the door and saw her target just where she thought she'd be; delivering mail to the house next door, and now coming this way.

Katie and Molly the mail carrier had a strange relationship that went back years, when Katie's family had first moved into the neighborhood. It started with a dildo that Katie had ordered for herself online. The company sending it promised the box would not giveaway the contents, but the box had been damaged during shipping, and so a whole corner was torn off. If someone gave it more than a casual glance, they'd be able to see exactly what it was.

And so when Molly came to deliver the item and saw this, she took it upon herself to keep it hidden when Katie's dad came to the door to receive the mail by hand. Later, after finishing deliveries to the block, Molly came back, snuck into the backyard where Katie was laying out by the pool, and slipped her the package.

Molly couldn't have known how huge was the disaster that she'd helped avert that day, and Katie couldn't thank her enough. They had sort of bonded since then, talking every once in a while about things that Katie didn't feel comfortable talking about with other people. Because Molly wasn't a biased parent, but still had the life experience far outweighing her teenage friends, she turned out to be a great confidant, even if the two had never met beyond Katie's doorstep. In fact, it was Molly that helped Katie to break out of her shell after high school--the girl she was back then didn't resemble the woman she was now in the slightest, and Katie had never felt better. She owed most of that metamorphosis to Molly.

Katie opened the door, peeking around the corner so as not to show too much of herself, even robed, to any neighbors passing by.

"Hey there, Katie," Molly said with a big grin. "Staying warm?"

It was November, and though the month had started off with record high temperatures, it was back down to the mid-forties today, and gloomy. Even still, Katie wasn't surprised to see Molly wearing her uniform shorts and dark sunglasses.

"Trying," Katie responded, tightening the thin, silk robe around her as she felt the cold creeping in from everywhere--especially underneath. "I see you're not," she laughed, gesturing to the shorts.

"Keeps me alive," Molly said, pulling mail out from her bag. "This weather is great for the nerves."

"Yeah, well you've got them," Katie said. 

Molly stopped, the mail still in her hand, sensing Katie wanted to talk.

Katie wanted to ease into this, but after a moment she decided the right words just weren't going to come, so she blurted it out. "Have you ever taken pictures of yourself?"

Molly smiled. Nearly forty, Molly had held onto her exceptional youthful looks better than most. She was still a bombshell with long blonde hair, a full, curvy body good enough to be pin-up material, and topped off with a large pair of breasts that very few women her age could equal without the help of plastics and silicones--and Molly's were a hundred percent natural. 

Though one of the secrets Katie hadn't revealed to Molly was that of her recent move to bisexuality, she sensed that Molly might have guessed it from the way Katie couldn't help but stare at her. Part of Katie considered that Molly was at least partly responsible for this new trend. After all, Molly was the first woman Katie admitted to herself feeling attracted to. Even now, the strength of her erect nipples, Katie knew, wasn't to be blamed entirely on the cold sneaking in her loose robe.

"You talking about the fun kind of pictures?" Molly asked.

"Sort of," Katie answered, assuming 'fun kind' to be the kind that Molly and her husband had probably taken of each other at some point. "Not too fun. Just...me. Alone"

"Okay. Yeah, I've taken some of those."

"How did they turn out?" And before Molly could answer, Katie explained her problem.

"Look, it can be done," Molly said after listening. "But if I was you, I'd just let somebody else take them. You can concentrate on you, and the other person can concentrate on you, too. Plus having another pair of eyes makes it a lot more exciting."

"That's what I thought," Katie said. 

She started to say something else, but suddenly a light breeze caught her robe just right, pulling the material up and out. Katie instinctively pushed it back down right away, but she knew even as she composed herself that her efforts were too late. Even without having seen it, she knew from the feeling of the cold air directly on her skin that, for about half a second, her naked pussy with its little strip of hair had been fully exposed.

Molly gave no indication of having seen it, though Katie thought it unlikely she could have missed. But even as her face reddened with embarrassment, a sizzling rush moved through her, concentrating at her chest and between her legs. Katie felt her nipples tingling with a little more intensity than they had been before. Accident or not, the flash had turned her on instantly.

Trying to remain collected so Molly wouldn't become aware of this, Katie struggled to remember what she was going to say.

"I, um...I just don't know anyone to take them."

Molly paused, seemed to consider something, then nodded. "I know somebody. He's a guy, but I trusted him to take pictures of me, so..."

Katie wasn't listening anymore. Her mind had wandered back to the flashing of her pussy, and how hot not only the idea was, but also the feeling of the warm flesh between her legs exposed to the crisp November afternoon--and right out in the open, too! She found herself needing to feel it again. One of her fists clenched the material low, right in line with her crotch, to keep the robe there closed, while another closed the robe at her bust line. She moved the fist at her crotch upward slightly, leaving the garment below to flap open. 

It was a subtle move, and Molly was unlikely to notice because so little had been revealed. But Katie felt it. She shuddered as another light gust washed beneath her, blowing against her now engorged lips and seeping beyond, chilling her asshole and running up along her crack. Her spine tingled to the point that Katie had to lean against the doorframe to keep from swaying.

"Could you take some pictures of me?" It just came out. Katie couldn't even recall thinking it before the words were already past her tongue. She hoped it had at least something to do with whatever Molly had been saying at that point, if she was even saying anything at all.

"Oh, honey," Molly said, looking around. "I don't know about that. I've still got the rest of my shift..."

"My parents will be gone tonight," Katie said, already warming up to her own idea. Not only would a second person help get better images, but if it was Molly, the experience would be even more thrilling. Of course, Katie thought, Molly didn't have to know about that aspect of it. "Saturday is their date night. They'll be out until at least midnight. You could come over."

As she explained this, Katie did with her top hand on her robe what she had already done with her bottom hand, except this time she moved it lower, allowing the top to blow open just a little. Her nipples were still hidden to anyone who wasn't standing right in front of her, but her cleavage as she hugged her breasts with her arms would have been evident even to someone driving by at 60 mph. Katie didn't try to read Molly's expression to see if she noticed or not, because even Katie hadn't known she had done it. This was completely unconscious, though she was very much aware of the pleasure of the cold air on her breasts and nipples, giving her goose bumps all over. 

Molly seemed to consider Katie's invite, though she didn't appear keen to the idea. Then she sighed and started to back away, heading back to work. It was hard for Katie to read her because of her dark sunglasses covering her eyes.

"I don't know if I can make it tonight," Molly said. "Let me get back to you on it, okay?"

Molly was still backing away when she waved a casual goodbye, Katie's mail still in her hand. When Molly realized she hadn't handed it off yet, she stopped in her tracks and laughed.

Katie had forgotten about the mail, too, and when she saw Molly coming back to give it to her, holding it out as she approached, Katie instinctively stepped out of the doorway and onto the front step to meet her. As soon as she let go of her robe with her lower hand to take the mail, Katie knew it was a mistake. Maybe because she could hear the wind rolling through the trees, coming closer, and quickly. 

While not a strong wind, this wasn't a little draft, either. It caught Katie's robe and threw it up around her head, the silk fabric dancing and flapping wildly. The chill was so intense it was already beginning to sting her skin, but that was of secondary concern; first was the fact that she was practically naked in front of the neighborhood mail carrier, and whoever else happened to be looking. This was not just a glimpse of her carefully trimmed pussy but a full shot, and her ass, clenched from the cold, was on display, too. 

She put her legs together, crossing her thighs to try and hide as much of her crotch as possible, but in half a second or so Katie panicked because the robe was not coming back down. She still clung to it at her breasts, so it was not flying away, but with only her free hand grasping and clawing the air, finding a grip on the flashing garment was proving impossible.

And then Katie did something really stupid. It happened so fast--only a second or two had passed since the wind first started to blow--and so she didn't have time to really think. But Katie felt like she could better grab the robe and pull it back down if she went after it with two hands. So she let go of the robe altogether, and it opened fully. Her plan to capture it immediately and cloak herself again before showing too much more failed instantly, when the wind pulled the loose sleeve down her left arm until her arm was out, and the only thing keeping the robe on her was her right arm. The rest of her was naked, cold, and certainly, she thought, foolish-looking as she scrambled after the sheer fabric spinning and tossing at her head. 

She started walking, as if she could chase the thing that was still attached to her, but without being able to see where she was going, that only moved her further from the sanctity of her front door.

But suddenly there was a new sensation, not so much warmth as a slight absence of cold. And then Katie really felt it--warm fabric pressed against her tummy and rubbing against her sharp as blade nipples. Molly was there, shielding her from as much embarrassment as possible while trying to help control the flinging robe. It was all happening so rapidly, but Katie became acutely aware of several key things over the next couple seconds: a soft, icy hand that was not her own grasping her left, naked hip; the flesh of a smooth, bare thigh sliding in between and against her own thighs; and then another hand--just as cold and just as delicate as the first one--pressing a thin layer of silk against her right breast, the palm pushing onto the hard, stinging nipple.

The breeze was dying, and Katie was finally able to catch a couple handfuls of the material herself. She began putting it back on, relieved at being almost covered again, but being surprisingly let down when Molly stepped back, taking her thigh and her gentle hands with her.

But it wasn't over yet. The wind still blew enough to cause Katie trouble getting her arm back in the sleeve, and as she tried, that again left only one hand for her to hold the robe together. She grasped it in the middle, where the belt would be had she had one, which served to keep it on her, but did little to hide her pussy, ass, or breasts as the fabric continued to flap. Molly saw the continued struggle and tried to help her, but just as she got there, Katie saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked and saw her worst fear--a car was coming down the street!

Katie turned to run toward the door, not caring if the robe was all the way on or not as long as she got inside, but when she turned, the wind caught her full on. Molly had let her go so the girl could make a run for it unencumbered, but this left Katie as the only one holding the robe at all, and the wind grabbed it, prominently displaying her nude form once again. With still only the one arm through a sleeve, the robe flew like a flag, and Katie was its flagpole. She saw the car coming, and knew if the occupants hadn't seen her yet, they wouldn't be able to miss her in another second. She saw the doorway, further away than she would have guessed it had been, and she was too afraid to chance making it.

Instead, she panicked. She turned, running in the opposite direction, not just giving up on the fight with the robe, but actually letting it go so she could run without it in her face and actually see where she was going. There was some strategy to this; between her and the car, in the direction she was now running, was an evergreen tree. Running to her door would have kept her in full view, but by running towards the tree as the car neared it from the other side, the evergreen served as a barrier between the two. Completely nude, Katie ran for the tree, unsure of what she was going to do once she got there.

It might have worked, if the forces of nature hadn't been against Katie this afternoon. The car was driving by, apparently unaware of the young, very attractive streaker, until the much lighter and much faster moving silk robe blew past, catching enough attention for the car to suddenly slow considerably just as Katie was making it to the tree. Seeing this, now she couldn't afford to stop, because the gawkers in the car would get an even better look--the tree wouldn't shield her unless she was on the exact opposite side from the car, but with the car's current position--it had rolled to a near stop, now--if she was to be opposite of it, then that put her in full view of a busy cross street just a couple houses down.

So Katie kept running, past her neighbor's house, then saw the privacy fence at the side of this house. It had a door, and so she ran for it, opened it, went through, and just as she was going to slam it behind her, Molly burst in and threw herself onto her.

Katie didn't know what was happening, other than that this very attractive woman was suddenly hugging her tightly and forcibly pushing her back against the fence, then toward the corner where the fence met the house. Molly's cold hands were on Katie's shivering ass, and she held that ass as if she never intended to let go. One hand was even positioned in just the right spot that the fingers were actually in Katie's crack, and the tip of a fingernail teased her anus. Katie felt the ample push of Molly's boobs against her own, smaller breasts, and even Molly's face was right there, cheek to cheek as the two continued to stagger back, Molly squeezing her in between the fence and a large, thick hedge growing on this side of it that ran the width of the house.




Flash



Katie didn't understand what had caused this sudden turn of events, but in the height of the moment, she found herself responding. She hugged Molly back, slipping a hand up the woman's shorts and directly on her ass. The foot area here was landscaped with brittle wood chips that poked and stung Katie's bare feet, so she tried to get on her tip toes, but Molly was so intent on keeping her moving that she basically lifted her, hands still on the girl's naked ass, and finally thrust her up against the side of the house. When they stopped, Katie looked into Molly's wild eyes, saw her parted lips, and was about to kiss her when Molly released her ass and leaned back. Their bodies still touched, but Molly was backing away just enough to allow her to begin to take off her coat.

Katie couldn't believe this was going to happen.

Motivated beyond reason at how good and thrilling this all felt, Katie grabbed onto Molly's exposed uniform shirt while Molly was still shuffling off the coat. Katie pulled at the shirt, ripping off the top four buttons and exposing the woman's remarkable breasts held captive by a black bra. As the buttons were still airborne, Katie leaned in to Molly and kissed her full on the mouth. But her hands were still working quickly; she ripped at Molly's shirt again right away, tearing loose the last few buttons, then grabbed the woman's bra and pushed it up until Molly's round, heavy breasts spilled out. 

With not more than a couple seconds having passed since Molly had first began taking off her coat and this whole thing began, Katie wondered if she was going too fast, and maybe she should slow down and enjoy it. But she was propelled by lust, and Katie broke the kiss just long enough to get a good look at Molly's spectacular breasts before dipping back and gnawing on Molly's ear and neck, gasping for breath the whole time. She took hold of Molly's right breast so full and warm and soft, and was about to duck down to take the tip in her mouth...

And then Molly forced her uniform coat between them, covering Katie's body with it as she shushed her. Putting the coat between them seemed to have an obvious message of refusal, but the shush is what really got Katie confused.

It was odd, first because Katie wasn't being loud by any means, but also the tone, which was not at all sexual in nature, but quite fear-driven. And then Katie saw it--movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked; someone was approaching from the backyard of this house. Katie froze, trying to piece this all together as the form came closer, closer. She recognized it as her neighbor, not the most likeable guy; the kind of neighbor whose first instinct is to calls the cops if the music gets a little loud at 2 in the afternoon rather than just ask you to turn it down. Katie hated him, and the last thing she wanted was for him to see her like this.

He walked right up to them until he was standing in front of them, but the women were stuffed between the house and the thick bush, hidden to anyone who wasn't looking for them. The neighbor grabbed the open fence door, seemed puzzled when he tested the latch, then closed it shut and simply walked away, returning to the backyard.

And then everything seemed to fit. When Katie had ran, Molly had followed, trying to help her. And Molly knew, either from just having delivered mail here, or because she saw it as she chased Katie, that there were people at this house in the backyard. When Katie opened the fence door, it made a sound that Molly knew would alert the neighbors, so she half tackled her and shoved her behind the bushes to hide her and save her an ultimate embarrassment.

And knowing this neighbor, possibly a public nudity fine from the police.

Katie had misread the whole thing, though, clouded as her mind was from her desire to flirt with exposing herself in her doorway. And now she was more embarrassed than if she had been seen, because not only was her sexual nature exposed to Molly, but so were her lustful intentions.

Katie couldn't believe it. The tight grasp Molly had had on her ass wasn't a lustful hold--it was the first and only hold she could get in the split-second of time they had. And how Molly held herself against Katie was the only thing she could do to keep the both if them in the cramped area behind the bush without being obvious. And for the greatest misunderstanding: Molly took off the coat not because she wanted to get down and dirty, but to both to warm Katie, and to better hide her white skin in the dark hiding spot. 

Katie wanted to shrink and just die. She had no idea what to do now.

Molly did, though. After making sure the neighbor was definitely gone, she eased out of the bush and told Katie to wait here while she retrieved the robe. Her shirt was ripped, so she had to put her coat back on to remain decent. Katie did as instructed, shivering and frightened, naked in the bushes. Molly eventually came back empty-handed.

She said she found the robe, but it had ended up in a puddle and was soaked. She needed her coat to continue her route, she said, but her uniform shirt beneath was useless the way it was anyway. So Molly took off her coat again, then her shirt, stripping right there in front of Katie as if nothing weird had happened between them. Despite the circumstances, Katie couldn't help but give Molly's cleavage a lingering stare as the women dressed, Katie into the torn shirt and Molly into the uniform coat.

When they were presentable again, the two snuck out of the neighbor's yard and sped back to Katie's. Katie still had to fight to keep the shirt low enough to cover her nude bottom half, but the wind, ironically, was pretty tame at that point.

"Tell you what," Molly said when Katie was finally safe in her doorway, her mail collected and in her hand. "I don't know about taking pictures, but I'll stop over and show you the pictures this guy took of me. And maybe I'll give you a couple tips or something. Okay?"

Katie was floored. Molly was talking as if the past couple minutes had never happened. It seemed impossible, and yet she beamed with hopeful excitement. When she finally managed to find her voice, she replied. "Sounds great. Say seven o'clock?"

"Make it eight," Molly said, now crossing the yard toward the next house.

Katie dropped Molly's shirt to the floor as soon as she shut the door, impossibly needing to be naked, despite all that had just gone wrong. She leaned back against the closed front door, her nude back and ass pressed against the cool wood surface. Her nipples were raging. She was so cold she was shivering, yet she hardly noticed because of how horny she was. The blowing wind outside had kept her dry, but when Katie put a finger to her pussy lips, they became wet again instantaneously. She gasped and trembled, and was suddenly very weak in the knees.

*

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Katie, check out 'Sibling Secrets'.

FOR MORE STORIES featuring Molly, check out 'Picture Window', 'Delivery From Molly', 'Molly's Treat', and 'Molly's Facial'. 



Flash



FLASH! The camera whirred. She picked it up from the bathroom counter and turned it around to see the captured image. On the color screen of the digital camera was a pert, pink nipple. Not just any nipple. It was Alicia's nipple, and it was gorgeous in its fully engorged state. It rose from her breast like a sugary pink gumdrop.

Alicia had pulled, pinched it, and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger until it throbbed. She did all of this because Ryan asked her to do so.

"I want a picture of your sexy nipple," Ryan had typed in his email. "I want a close-up shot of your nipple after you've pulled on it, and pinched it. When you're completely turned on by the act of what you're doing, take a picture of it and send it to me."

So here she was, locked safely in the bathroom with the water running to hide any sounds she made. Alicia had to hide her actions. She was hiding from her husband and her children. How could she explain this to them?

"So you see, honey, I'm taking this picture for my online friend, Ryan. We've been sharing pictures of each other. Sexy pictures. Naked pictures. It turns me on to know that he's looking at me and getting a huge erection that's harder than steel."

No, Alicia couldn't explain this and she wouldn't. She was embarrassed by her actions, but at the same time turned on by them. She would keep her naughty little secret. Ryan was her online friend, and they might never meet in person. He lived in Atlanta and she lived in Charlotte, NC, not a great distance from each other but far enough. He was just far enough away where she felt safe to ask him anything, and tell him all of her secret fantasies. Like her biggest, opening her legs to a black man like him. He would not judge her; only listen, and then tell her his own erotic secrets.

She looked again at the picture. It looked sexy and tempting. Alicia had always liked her breasts, even though they were changing at the age of 37. She no longer had the perky tits she had enjoyed in her teen years; even so, her 34 C size breasts were still nice to look at.

They were so sensitive. She loved it when her husband would suck and nibble on them. He could do that for hours and she would let him do it. When he did she could feel her pussy come alive with a fervent hunger. 

It was like a sexual pathway had developed between her tits and her pussy. Sometimes all she had to do was bare her breasts to her husband and she would feel herself getting moist between her legs.

She found herself staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a pair of dark blackberry-colored, button-fly stretch jeans that hugged her lower half. She was topless and her breasts were on display in the mirror.

Slowly she watched her own hands gradually slide upward to her breasts. It was as if she was watching someone's erotic homemade movie. She ran her hands all over her breasts, lifting them up and letting them jiggle back into place like cranberry sauce out of the can on Thanksgiving. Only there was just little more jiggle these days, but they were still firm and tantalizing.

Alicia took both nipples in her hands, lightly pinching them between her thumbs and forefingers. She thought about late last night. When everyone was asleep in bed, she read Ryan's erotic stories online, alone in the dark with only the glow of the computer screen. She thought about how she innocently teased her nipples as she read his words. How she could smell the sweet fragrance of her sex rising up from between her grinding thighs. How she longed to be fucked in the rain by a sexy black man like Preston, the main character in Ryan's erotic tale. She wanted to feel his big cock pounding deep inside her sloppy cunt making her cum over and over.

Alicia's pussy was throbbing as hard as her nipples were and her left hand had found its way deep inside her jeans. She watched her fingers dance inside her jeans through the mirror as she heard the clicking sounds of her juices saturating her lavender panties. She envisioned Ryan behind her in the mirror's reflection, fucking her from behind as she fucked herself with three fingers.

Alicia franticly unbuttoned her jeans with her free hand and let them fall into a pool of blackberry denim at her feet. The cool air hit her wet panties and sent a shiver down her spine. Her panties clung to her sex tightly. In the mirror she could see the patch of silky brown hair above her bald, engorged pussy outlined by the delicate material of her panties.

Alicia slowly touched her sex over the wet lavender fabric before pulling it tightly against her aching cunt. She admired the sexy sight in the mirror. Alicia wondered for a minute how much would Ryan enjoy seeing a picture of her pussy like this before slipping her panties off. 

Alicia wanted and needed to be fucked badly. She hastily picked up the digital camera and slowly unlocked the bathroom door. She hid the camera behind her back and nervously peeked out the door. When she felt it was safe she tiptoed her way to her lingerie drawer and hid the camera deep in the back, covering it up with her sexy delicates. Her heart was pumping fast with lust and excitement as she concealed her naughty little secret.

Alicia picked up her white terry cloth robe from the edge of her bed and slipped it on. She quietly checked on her children to make sure they were asleep, thankfully they were. Then she threw her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Like a hungry fox hunting a rabbit, she hunted her husband down.

Harry was pleased and surprised when Alicia walked into the kitchen completely nude. He had gone into the kitchen for a drink of water, but that was quickly forgotten. She came to him with a mischievous grin on her face. She rose on her tiptoes and kissed him deep and pressed her body passionately against his.

Harry's hands went first around her silky back, but quickly slid down to her firm ass. He cupped her ass in his powerful hands squeezed and pressed her body into his.

"You feel so good," Alicia moaned. "Meet me in the bedroom. I need you to fuck me so bad." She slivered her hand down to feel the growing bulge in her husband's slacks and slowly stepped away.

"Nawww," Harry replied, "I'm going to watch some TV."

Alicia gave him a wicked stare. A look that said, "Now, or never, ever, again," and she meant it. Harry laughed and moved towards her, pulling his shirt over his head as he walked.

She slowly walked back upstairs; each step was made with a purpose to lure her husband. Harry watched her every enticing move as he followed behind her leaving a trail of his clothes.

He found his wife nude among the many pillows on the bed. Her legs were spread as wide as they could go. Alicia had her hands pulled up behind her head. She was totally exposed and completely acquiescent. The only thing missing were ropes to hold her in that position, a position she had suggested to her husband many times before but he was unwilling to try.

Harry met his vivacious wife in bed and gazed into her green lust-filled eyes. He moved one hand under her back. The other pinched her nipple with his strong fingers. He sucked and nibbled on her other nipple with a deep hunger.

"Yes suck my titties baby, you're making me so fucking horny," Alicia moaned as she grabbed the back of Harry's head and pressed him hard into her breast.

Harry moved his hand down between Alicia's legs and easily slipped two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, slowly finger-fucking his wife. Then he moved his hand from her pussy and smeared her hot juices on her nipples. Harry sucked on his wife's nipples like he was savoring his last meal. He switched back and forth, each time adding a finger inside Alicia's pussy till he had four fingers fucking her.

The pleasure path between Alicia's tits and pussy drove her over the edge. Her eyes were wide open but she couldn't see anything. When she breathed in all she could smell was the essence of her sex. She only felt the electric pulses of passion that flashed violently deep inside her pussy and all over her throbbing nipples.

Alicia came fiercely; so hard that she nearly knocked Harry off the bed when her head rose up, then slammed back down into the pillows with a stunning force as her orgasm overtook her.

Alicia rewarded Harry with equal pleasure. She stroked and sucked his cock until he slammed his head into the pillows and came all over, making a sticky mess.

Alicia rested on her back deep in the pillows between the wet spots. She wondered if Harry had thought about what had inspired her. She looked over to her husband to find him fast asleep and realized he didn't really care. He had been given great sex and nothing else really mattered to him.

Alicia though about Ryan again, the inspiration for the great sex that had developed. She wondered if they would they be doing all the naughty things they talked about in the emails they sent back and forth were he here with her now.

Alicia's eyes moved back to her lingerie drawer and felt her body tingle. She knew what was concealed deep beneath her lingerie. She took in a deep breath and smelled the aroma of sex in the air. She wanted Ryan to fuck her right here, right now beside her sleeping husband. Alicia turned her back to Harry and opened her thighs. She moved her fingers into her moist flesh, imagining Ryan opening an email with a picture of her swollen nipple, and then stroking his hard black cock. She wondered how big he was as she sunk three of her fingers in deeper into her pussy. She wondered if there was any truth to all of the stereotypes out there about black men. She didn't care; she just wanted Ryan inside her cunt instead of her fingers.

Alicia fucked herself harder and faster as she imagined Ryan fucking her from behind and pinching her nipples. She felt the bed vibrating in unison with her fucking herself as she pinched her right nipple. Her breathing grew rapid and she could just hear the sloshing sounds of her wet pussy over her soft moaning.

Alicia's mind took mental snapshots of Ryan fucking her in all kinds of naughty positions as her body rippled onto a powerful orgasm. Her hips raised and gyrated as she pulled her fingers from her swollen pussy and dragged them up to her mouth. Alicia clenched the sheets with her free hand as her body quivered uncontrollably until she fell into the dark quiet of the room.

It took her several moments before she could look over her shoulder to see if Harry had awakened. No, he was still sound asleep quietly snoring to her relief. Alicia rested her head on her pillow and faded into a deep soothing sleep.

******

Alicia ran upstairs to retrieve the digital camera hidden in her lingerie drawer the moment Harry left for work the next day. She stripped off her robe and quickly made her way into the bathroom before her kids woke up.

In the bathroom Alicia took several more photos, each one more provocative than the last. She made sure her face was not in any photo just in case. She realized on her tenth photo she had to get to her computer quickly before she had to get the kids ready for school. Alicia wrapped herself in her robe and silently made her way to her computer. 

Alicia nervously uploaded her naughty photos to her computer. "Oh, he's going to love these," she thought to herself as she watched each image pop up on her screen. The last image was of her opening her soft folds with two fingers. She gazed at the photo, noticing how moist her pussy was and how puffy her clit looked. She imagined herself doing this for Ryan, inviting him into her.

Alicia thought about Ryan opening her email, downloading the attached pictures and stroking his hard black cock. Once again she squeezed her crossed thighs together and felt the erotic sensation of moisture well up between her legs.

She typed just how much she wanted to open her wet pussy for him with both hands, how she fantasized about watching his hard black dick entering her salivating cunt slowly. She wrote how her juices would flow down her thighs and coat his cock as he fucked her hard. Alicia wrote how she wanted to suck his dick after he fucked her and wanted to feel Ryan's hot cum splash against her breasts as he stood above her. 

Alicia's mind was spinning with lust, and she realized that if Ryan lived in Charlotte she would find away to make her fantasies of him come true. Her robe was wide open and her nipples ached for attention and her wetness was staining the chair.

Her mind changed from the thought that she would never see Ryan in person to maybe as she pinched her right nipple. She knew she had to get off the computer. She had to get upstairs and get in the shower so she could please herself before the kids got up. Alicia needed to cum so badly. She promptly sent her naughty photos and the message to her friend with the title, "You earned it" and rushed to her shower. 



Flash



"My mom won it in a jitterbug contest when she was 20," she said, "and mom would never sell it." The older plump lady said to me, "My mom loved this old thing. She'd sit behind the wheel and remember when she was young and she was single, then put it back into the garage and it would sit there for another month." She laughed, "My dad cursed it because it ran so erratically, so it sat in the garage most of the time. Mom would get it out and clean it up once a month." As we walked out to the curb she said, "My name is Nancy Clark, by the way."

"Jack Foley," I responded and shook her hand. "I live around the corner."

It was a dusty white 1959 Chevy convertible that sat at the curb in my neighborhood with a "For Sale" sign on it. I hadn't seen it before and it attracted my attention with its styling. The horizontal tailfins and something sticking out of the hood attracted me. I had stopped to look at it and my 15 year old Plymouth shuddered and died as I sat there in the street looking at the dusty Chevy.

The Plymouth restarted fitfully so I parked it and walked up to the house to inquire about the Chevy. A sort of plump older lady opened the door. She was dressed in jeans and a dusty shirt. I could see packing boxes and newspapers strewn around behind her. She was happy to show me the car. 

The Chevy started after a while and ran sort of rough at idle but Nancy explained it hadn't been run in a while. She smiled and looked at the car. Nancy was in her late forties, lived in Arizona and wanted to finish selling her late moms stuff. The house was the problem because prices were down and the car was just a car to her. It needed washing and tires: the ones that were on it were all cracked from sitting around. It also needed a new top, not right away, but soon.

After a little haggling I got her down to the $1,200 I could afford and told her I had to run to the bank to get the cash. I was back within an hour and left the Plymouth in front of her house with the "For Sale" sign on it. I sold the Plymouth for enough to get new tires and an oil change for the Chevy.

I took the Chevy to Monterey, down on the coast, to meet with Dave Letterman, play golf and hype a script of mine to him. I was a little early so I stopped at a strip mall in Seaside and went into a doughnut shop for a cup of cheap coffee. A girl who worked in the auto mechanics shop near by was smoking a cigarette in my car and caressing the steering wheel when I came out. She smiled, blushed, and said she was sitting in my car because her daddy didn't like her smoking. 

I guess I'm a sucker for a pretty girl, especially one who had dimples in her cheeks and significant attributes in her tube top. I got in on the passengers side, drank my coffee and flirted with her to pass the hour or so that I had to wait. We talked about the car and she thought it was "So Retro." She reached down and pushed the button that opened the top and it all started to come apart. 

Mary Ann was most apologetic and ran into the shop to get her daddy.

While I was looking at the top and trying to figure out how to get it up or down to make my tee time, an older dude in coveralls came out and said, "Oh, shit, mister. Mary Ann told me about your top." He was afraid that Mary Ann, his daughter, would be liable for a whole new top so he said he would fix it up so at least it wouldn't be impossible to drive. 

I told him I was more worried about my tee time with Letterman and he said, "How about I have Mary Ann drive you to the clubhouse and I'll fix the top? When you get finished, call me, and I'll send Mary Ann to pick you up."

I was in a bind and agreed. As it worked out it was perfect timing. Mary Ann and I arrived just as Letterman was entering the clubhouse and he saw me get out of Mary Ann's convertible to join him. He saw Mary Ann's significant attributes as she blew me a kiss and said, "Just give me a ring and I will come back to pick you up, Jack."

"You old Dog," Dave said and elbowed me in the ribs.

I just smiled at him and we went in to change our shoes. I played just well enough to let him win by four strokes and made my pitch. Mary Ann came and got me afterwards and sort of bounced around the car helping me load my clubs. Dave hoisted his glass at me smiling from the veranda as Mary Ann bounced back into her convertible and we drove off.

When we got back to the shop Mary Ann's dad had the Chevy on the lift and was tinkering with the exhaust system. "Had a loose tail pipe," he said and lowered the lift.

The older mechanic, "Marty" his nametag said, who owned the shop, was watching from the side as we got it off the lift. When he saw the hood, where a dual carburetor manifold sat under the blower of the 427 engine, he almost shit!

"Oh My God, THE 500 Flash!" he said and his eyes got as big as manhole covers. He started to drool. "The factory only built two of these!"

They had apparently only built two because the engine needed two hours of tuning to make it work right for every one hour of running, unless you knew the tricks. Not that it didn't run well, but it was hard to start, and didn't idle well, Marty said it was because of the camshaft timing, but when it was right; it would pull your hair out of your head with its acceleration.

As Marty said, "Who is going to idle a 500 Flash?"

Mary Ann's dad had patched up the top so I could get it home but Marty asked if he could play with it and make it run right. He had a plan. "The car is worth maybe forty grand the way it is but with a little work it would be priceless," he said. "I'll tell you what, we go partners and split what ever we get for it over forty grand and me and the boys will fix it up, how does that sound?" Well, after Wall Street had imploded and since I was down to my last 10 grand trying to scratch up a living, it was fine with me.

Marty gave me a '98 Honda he had been using as a loaner and I went home, found the pink slip to the Flash, went to my bank and put it in a safe deposit box. 

Marty fixed up the car and got it running right. When I saw it again three months later it was spotless and he had put about 20 grand in it for the restoration, new paint, tires, new exhausts, top and the engine was polished up and it shined like it was just out of the factory. "Only 20,000 miles on it. I doubt if they ever had to change the tires for wear," Marty said.

News of its existence was spread in the car world by my articles about it in a couple of car magazines. I made $600 each for the articles and was able to eat for a couple of months. We hyped it hard for about six months and Marty just kept making it look better and better. 

The other factory prototype had gone out in a flaming wreck in 1961 on a highway in Nevada when the playboy owner had tried to see just how fast he could make it go. The Nevada State Police estimated that it was doing at least 180 when he lost control and left the road. The wreckage was found 200 yards from where he left the highway. I had a follow up article in Car News about the two Flashes which let me eat for another month.

Marty and I put the Flash on a trailer and drove it to Las Vegas to the auction.

When it went on the block the bidding started at $100 grand!

At first there were a lot of bidders, but when the price went to $300 grand it was down to four.

The price jumped to $400 G's and one bidder fell out.

I was having a coronary event and had to sit down. Marty was smiling so hard he almost passed out.

$425G's

$450G's

The price kept climbing and at $500 G's the third bidder faded.

$750 G's was the next bid and I had to go to the bathroom and empty my quivering bowels. When I got back and ordered a stiff whisky it was at $875 G's!

Marty was too afraid to listen and went to the bathroom to throw up. When he got back the price was a million and two. Marty sat down and shook my hand. I leaned over and kissed him. He started laughing and when the next bit was a million, three-fifty, he and I both quit drinking and sat in stunned silence. 

$1,400 G's

$1,500 G's

$1,750 G's

The auctioneer wiped his brow and took a drink of water. The Flash turned on the stage. Lights glistened off the chrome and polished aluminum of the supercharger. The room was almost silent except for the buzz of the crowd and murmurings of the two agents in their cell phones.

"Going Once for $1 million seven hundred and fifty thousand ..."

"Two Million!" one of the agents shouted.

"Two point two," the other immediately shouted.

I looked at Marty, "Marty, let's let the lady I bought the car from have 10%. O.K.?"

He grinned at me and nodded, "You got her name?"

I smiled at him, "Sure," I grinned. "She was nice and probably needs the money."

When the price was final and the gavel slammed down for $2, 650 G's Marty and I just shook hands and smiled.

My cell phone rang and I answered. It was Dave, "Jack, How did you like the auction?"

I laughed, "Loved it," I said.

"Well, I thought you would. Say, I'm sorry the deal didn't go through on your script but the network wasn't buying it. I felt real bad for you, but maybe I was able to make it up to you today."

"You were bidding on the Flash?"

"Yeah, we got him good, didn't we?" he laughed.

"Who?" I didn't know who, or what he was talking about.

"Enjoy and I'll keep you in mind." He rang off.

Marty and I went out to dinner and had a grand time. The hotel where the auction was held put us in a suite and sent up some entertainment. Marty and I both enjoyed it and tipped the girls $5,000 each.

The next morning after kissing the girls goodbye we went to the auction office, took their check to the bank, split up the money and each of us ended up with a check for $1,210,000 with a $242,000 check made out to Nancy Clark, the lady who sold me the car.

Marty went home driving the truck and trailer, he said he was going to sell the shop and take his wife to Hawaii.

The phone number Nancy gave me over a year ago didn't work so I rented a Caddy convertible from Avis and drove down to Tucson and spent two days finding out where she had gone. The address she had given me in a retirement village was vacant with a Real Estate sign out front. I called the agent and asked about Nancy and he gave me an address.

The GPS in the Caddy led me to a trailer park in the outskirts of Tucson. The tumble weeds were stacked up on the fence and a hot wind blew dust at me as I got out of the Caddy at a ratty looking singlewide trailer.

When I knocked on the door a fat slut opened it, said, "We don't want any," and slammed the door in my face. I knocked again, the slut opened the door and before she could say anything I asked, "Does Nancy Clark live here?"

She scowled at me, yelled, "Nancy!" and walked away.

I almost didn't recognize Nancy when she came to the door and said, "Yes, how can I help you?"

She was in a dress that seemed too big for her frame and instead of the matronly slightly plump woman I remembered, she was thin and haggard and had a fading bruise under one eye.

"Either invite him in or go outside, but shut the fuck'en door," the slut shouted over the TV that was playing in the background.

Nancy stepped out into the heat and said, "Sorry about Glenda, she's my daughter, she can't take the heat."

"No problem," I said. "I don't know if you remember me, but I bought your mom's car from you about a year ago?"

She looked at me and said, "Oh, yes, I remember you. Jack, isn't it? It was a long time ago and you look so much more prosperous now." She smiled and asked, "I hope you were able to get that thing running again?"

"Yeah, we did. Look can I buy you lunch or maybe some iced tea. I wanted to tell you about the car and well it's too long a story for this heat."

She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, "Let me get my purse."

On the way to lunch Nancy told me about how she was living with her stepson and his wife now after her second husband Frank had disappeared with the money from her Mom's estate. 

"Well, the bank took the house over and Freddy took me in because he said his Daddy was a bastard and I've been living with them for six months now. He's a mechanic and is working part time at the Toyota dealership and another place."

I drove to Red Lion where I was staying. We went in and sat in the restaurant. I showed her the binder where I had gathered up all the articles and pictures of the Flash. Her eyes got a little misty when she saw how Marty had fixed it up but she ate ravenously and smiled apologetically at me with her mouth full while I explained how we had marketed the car.

She finally finished eating, sat back and patted my hand, "Oh, Jack, I'm happy the old car made someone happy. But why did you come all this way to tell me about it?"

"Nancy, Marty and I sold the Flash in Las Vegas last week," and told her the story of the auction but left out the bit about the hookers and all that.

She was grinning and laughing at the story, particularly about Marty having to go out to throw up. Then I said, "Nancy, Marty and I wanted to give you ten percent of the money we got from your Mom's car."

"What?" She sat very still and her eyes looked down at the check as I slid it over the table to her. She stared at it and seemed afraid to touch it in case it would go up in smoke.

"How much?" She asked me. "Just tell me. I don't have my glasses."

I grinned at her, "Two hundred and forty-two thousand dollars," I said slowly.

She stared at me for a moment, wiped her mouth with her napkin, took a big drink of her iced tea, wiped her hands carefully and picked up the check. She played trombone with it squinting and said, "You have got to be kidding me, Jack."

I grinned, "No, Nancy, a certified cashier's check made out to you from the Bank of Nevada. All legal and good anywhere you want to cash it. Marty and I wanted you to have it."

She picked up the check and put it in her purse and asked, "Jack, can you take me to a bank?"

"Sure, Nancy, let me pay the check and we'll go." I paid the check and put her in the car. She was nervous when we went into the nearest bank and I helped her set up an account. The banker was happy to set up the account and said that with the new rules she could be confident that the account was full insured. She took five grand in cash and asked me to take her back to the Red Lion.

She booked a room at the hotel and I asked her why she didn't go back home. She just laughed, "Fuck 'em! They can have anything they can find to hock. They've already hocked almost everything I had in the last six months to pay for their weed habit. I'm never going back."

I kissed her lightly and said, "Enjoy," and went up to my room. I made a few calls and took a nap until dinner time then went down and walked into the bar to have a drink before dinner, thinking I'd drive home the next day.

"Jack!" someone called. I turned around and was able to make out an older woman sitting with a couple of silver haired dudes at a table in the back. It was Nancy so I went to their table.

She got up and kissed me on the cheek and introduced me to Warren and Christopher, the silver foxes who were so much alike that it was uncanny. Nancy was dressed to the nines and her hair was now slightly reddish curled and all fluffy. Her makeup was tastefully done and she looked happy as hell.

I had a drink with them and got her story. She had gone to the dress shop and beauty parlor in the hotel and got all fixed up. Warren and Christopher were twins and were in town on business. They were diamond merchants in LA and were going back there in a few days. Nancy was charming and had Warren particularly entranced as they danced on the small dance floor there in the bar. 

Christopher watched his brother dance with Nancy and asked me what I did for a living. I told him I was a free lance writer and we talked for a while. 

When Nancy and Warren came back, Christopher asked her to dance with him, she smiled and said, "I want to dance with Jack. I'll come back for you later Chris."

Nancy held me close and we just waltzed around, I don't really dance much. She smiled at me and said, "I don't know how to thank you, Jack, for all you've done for me."

I grinned at her, "Well, Nancy, I'm just happy you sold me the car. It all comes around to that."

"At least let me buy you dinner," she said.

"Okay, I was going to eat in the hotel here."

"Jack, do me one more favor?" she looked up at me and grinned.

"What, Nancy?"

"Well, pay a little attention to me, you know like you were interested in me as a woman?"

"Why?" I asked.

She grinned at me, "Warren needs a little more competition, to seal the deal."

I glanced over at the silver foxes and saw Warren watching us real closely. I smiled and kissed Nancy on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "You interested in the diamonds?"

She laughed and slapped my chest and hugged me close. She put her face to my chest and said, "I'm going to marry one of them; Warren I think. That Flash money won't last too long."

I laughed a little loud and put my hand on her ass and saw Warren frown.

Nancy pulled my hand back up and said softly, "Not too much, Jack."

We went back and had a drink. Nancy danced with Christopher and we went to dinner. I paid a lot of attention to Nancy and had Warren and Christopher both jacked up a little as we finished our desserts. I leaned over and asked Nancy if she'd like to come up to my room and she slapped me and called me a cad. Warren asked me to leave so I left and turned back to see both brothers consoling Nancy as she cried in her napkin. I gave her a wink and left.

The next morning I checked out and had breakfast. As I was leaving I saw Nancy and the two brothers coming into the restaurant. The two brothers frowned at me when I approached them and I gave Nancy a humble apology for my actions at dinner.

"Will you excuse us," Nancy said looking at the brothers.

Warren and Christopher frowned at me but went to get a table. Nancy took me over out of their line of sight and grinned at me, "Jack, the bit about coming to your room was just right. They were both very attentive to me after that. I think it's going to work."

"So did you get lucky?" I asked.

Nancy giggled and said, "I found out that they do everything together." She blushed and kissed me, "I better hurry, can't let them get too jealous."

I gave her my card and said goodbye.

About two months later, I was looking at the Flash on "Jay's Garage" on my computer when I heard the mailman drop off the mail. Along with the junk mail, I got a short letter from Nancy, she wrote:

Dearest Jack:

I hope you are well and happy. I married Christopher after all and we all went to the Bahamas for the honeymoon. The boys do 'everything' together. I wanted to invite you to the wedding but Warren didn't want a 'cad' like you there. Sorry.

I enclose a picture from our wedding and hope you are enjoying the Flash money.

Nancy

I looked at the picture, Nancy was radiant in a soft dove grey dress, Christopher in a white tuxedo was beside her and held her arm, Warren was in a black tuxedo and was a little below them in the picture.

Around Nancy's neck was a diamond necklace that sparkled in the camera lens. It must have been a sunny day because the central stone made a brilliant statement. 

You might even call it a Flash. 



Flash



Flash. 

My twenty-year-old daughter was taking pictures at a baby shower that we were attending. The room was filled with happy, laughing women. The mother to be was opening presents and several women were taking pictures. 

Flash.

My mind went back to my freshman year at college. My boy friend was taking pictures of me in his dorm room. I had already had several beers and was feeling pretty good. 

"Come on babe, no one will ever see these pics, take your shirt off for." My boy friend pestered. 

He had been trying to get me out of my clothes for the last hour. I finally decided to give him a peak. I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and held in in front of my chest.

"Donna, don't be such a tease," he said. 

I let my shirt fall to the floor.

Flash.

The beer and the light blinding me every time he took a picture was making me dizzy.

"Now the bra, Donna, come on, lets see your tits." He persisted.

Oh, what the hell I thought. I reach behind my back and unfastened my bra. I slipped it off my shoulders and, for the first time in my life, showed my boobs to a guy. I felt excited and exhilarated. I remember that I got wet that night. Very wet.

Flash. Flash.

The pictures of my naked 34B breasts were the talk of the campus less than a week later. The sorority I was trying to get into black balled me, and the college threatened to revoke my scholarship. I quietly dropped the rest of my classes and left school. I embarrassed the college and myself. Back then, good girls didn't behave like that. 

Flash. Flash.

Why was I getting wet now, thirty years later. I excused myself and stepped into the bathroom. My hands were shaking and my panties were wet. It had been a long time since I had felt this way. Raising my daughter as a single mom and working to support the both of us didn't leave much social time. Why was this happening now?

Back at the party, my daughter Joanna brought me a soda and asked if I was ok.

"I saw you leave, are you feeling ok mom?" she asked. 

"I'm fine dear, it's just a little warm In here is all."

Flash.

I felt a stirring in my vagina. A tingling that made me shiver. 

Somehow I made it through the rest of the evening and when my daughter and I got back home, I told her that I was tired and I would see her in the morning. In my bedroom, I sat on the corner of my bed and tried to relax. I must have laid back and dozed off because the next thing I remember, my hand was inside my panties, gently rubbing my clit. My panties were wet and I was starting to perspire. I was in my own little world, feeling a building pressure that would end in an orgasm. Evidently I moaned or made some other noise because my daughter's voice brought me back to reality. 

"Mom, what are you doing?" Joanna said. 

"Oh sweetie, you shouldn't see my like this, please go back to your room."

"I didn't know you masturbated mom, don't be embarrassed."

"Joanna, please." I pleaded.

"Take your panties off mom." Joanne said.

"I will when I go in to take a shower."

"No, mom, take then off now."

"Sweetie", what's gotten into you." I said.

My daughter has never talked back to me like that before. She seemed different somehow. I knew I couldn't let her continue.

"Mother, now." Joanna demanded.

I sensed that we were at a crossroad. My daughter was trying to control the situation. I couldn't let that happen. I sat there. Staring at her, daring her to do something.

Joanna walked over to the bed and stood next to where I was sitting. 

"Mom, either you take your panties off or I am going to do it for you." She threatened. 

I stood up and slipped my soaking wet panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I knew I had surrendered. At that exact moment, I had let my daughter take control.

Joanna stood there. Holding out her hand. I stooped and picked up my panties and handed them to her. Then she did something that I never thought I would see my darling daughter do. She held my panties up to her face and I could hear her inhale deeply. With one hand she loosened the robe that she was wearing and threw it on my bed. She stood there naked, holding my panties. 

Before I could say anything, she had slipped my panties on her own body. I could see her dark pubic hair through the almost transparent wetness. She sat on my bed, and with me staring opened mouth at her, she started moved her hand over the panties and started massaging her own clitoris 

"You do this." She ordered.

I sat down next to her and with trembling fingers, traced her slit and started rubbing her clit.

Joanna started moaning and moving her hips. She looked at me with a silent demand. Reluctantly I leaned forward and brought my lips down on her panty-covered pussy. Without being told, I reached up and pulled the panties down her hips and buried my face in her vagina. Her scent was over powering. It was like a drug. I couldn't stop. I licked and sucked her quivering little cunt until I felt her body tense up and then relax as she had a tremendous orgasm.

Flash. Flash. 

I looked up started. Was I dreaming again?

"Mom, you remember my boy friend Ray, don't you?" Joanna cooed from the bed.

"I got some good ones Joanie." He told my daughter. 

My daughter didn't try to cover her nakedness. Evidently she was quite conformable in front of Ray. I was still dressed, except for my panties. 

"Both of you, get out." I told them.

"For now." Joanna said. "I need Ray's cock, but we'll both be back. I suggest you take that shower."

About two hours later, Joanna and Ray walked back into my bedroom without bothering to knock on the door. 

Just thought that you'd like to see some of the pics." Ray said with a sneer.

He tossed a small stack of color prints on the bed where I was sitting. I didn't want to look, but I did. I saw myself rubbing Joanna's pussy through the panties. I saw myself leaning over her. And, I saw myself with my face pressed against her cunt. 

These are going to look good on the wall of your office lunchroom." Ray said. 

"You wouldn't dare." I said. "You couldn't."

That depends on you." Joanna said.

My daughter looked at Ray and asked. " Wanna fuck my mom?"

"Sure do." Ray said. "She still has a good bod and her boobs are bigger than yours."

I couldn't believe my ears. My daughter was offering me to her boy friend. This had to stop now. 

While I was trying to find the right words, Ray unbuckled his jeans and slipped them off. He was very confident in what my answer would be. Ray was big. Bigger than my late husband was. He cock must have been nine or ten inches long and thick. It had been several years since I had been to bed with a man. 

"Get undressed mom," Joanna said, we haven't got all night. 

That was the moment that I surrendered to Joanna's dominance. 

I took off my robe and stood there, naked, in front of my daughter and her boy friend. My fifty plus year old body was still in pretty good shape. I no longer had the 34B's that I had had in college. Now my breasts were a 38D. I looked over at Ray, and he must have approved because his cock was getting stiffer by the second. 

Without a word, I walked over to where he was standing and reached out to hold his cock. As we stared at each other, I slowly started pumping my hand up and down his shaft. 

I closed my eyes and felt his hands on my breasts. I heard the quick intake of his breath as he felt my nipples harden as he pinched them. 

I led Ray to my bed and as I stretched out, I pulled him on top of me. I pushed his head down and he began kissing my breasts and with only a little urging, began sucking my nipples. I put my head back and signed with pleasure. It wasn't hard to push his head further down, and as his mouth found my aching clitty, a moan escaped my lips.

Flash. Flash. 

I saw the flash as Joanna took picture after picture. 

As Ray moved up again, I raised my hips, ready to accept his cock. He teased my pussy with the head of his cock. Rubbing it up and down my slit. His mouth covered mine and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his cock slipped into my cunt. I locked my legs around his hips, holding him inside me, pulling him deeper and deeper. 

Flash. Flash.

Ray started thrusting in and out slowly. He didn't hurry. When I could pull my mouth away from his, I whispered in his ear. 

"This is what a woman feels like Ray." I said. 

Ray lasted for several dozen strokes before he pulled out and unloaded his hot, sticky cum onto my stomach. While he was still on top of me, I pulled his head down and kissed him again. And then I whispered into his ear.

"Ray, how would you like to see Joanna lick up all this cum?" 

He looked at me, and after a few seconds, he nodded and smiled. He rolled off of me to the side.

Flash. Flash.

"Hey babe, put the camera down and come over here." 

"Your mom has a great idea. How about you get down here and clean up this mess." And he pointed to the small puddles of cum on my tummy. 

"I don't think so Ray." Joanna said. 

"I do think so," he told her, and he reached up and pulled her down on the bed. 

He forced her head down towards my tummy and I felt her small tongue start lapping up the sticky mess. When she was done, he pointed towards his cock and made her lick him clean as well. 

While my daughter was working on Ray, I slipped out of bed and picked up the camera. In just a few seconds I had deleted all the pictures from the memory chip.

Flash. Flash.

But I did have time to snap a few pics of Joanna. And I carefully removed the memory chip and hid it under my mattress. 











. 

Flash By Jake Zustman

Flash. 

My twenty-year-old daughter was taking pictures at a baby shower that we were attending. The room was filled with happy, laughing women. The mother to be was opening presents and several women were taking pictures. 

Flash.

My mind went back to my freshman year at college. My boy friend was taking pictures of me in his dorm room. I had already had several beers and was feeling pretty good. 

"Come on babe, no one will ever see these pics, take your shirt off for." My boy friend pestered. 

He had been trying to get me out of my clothes for the last hour. I finally decided to give him a peak. I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and held in in front of my chest.

"Donna, don't be such a tease," he said. 

I let my shirt fall to the floor.

Flash.

The beer and the light blinding me every time he took a picture was making me dizzy.

"Now the bra, Donna, come on, lets see your tits." He persisted.

Oh, what the hell I thought. I reach behind my back and unfastened my bra. I slipped it off my shoulders and, for the first time in my life, showed my boobs to a guy. I felt excited and exhilarated. I remember that I got wet that night. Very wet.

Flash. Flash.

The pictures of my naked 34B breasts were the talk of the campus less than a week later. The sorority I was trying to get into black balled me, and the college threatened to revoke my scholarship. I quietly dropped the rest of my classes and left school. I embarrassed the college and myself. Back then, good girls didn't behave like that. 

Flash. Flash.

Why was I getting wet now, thirty years later. I excused myself and stepped into the bathroom. My hands were shaking and my panties were wet. It had been a long time since I had felt this way. Raising my daughter as a single mom and working to support the both of us didn't leave much social time. Why was this happening now?

Back at the party, my daughter Joanna brought me a soda and asked if I was ok.

"I saw you leave, are you feeling ok mom?" she asked. 

"I'm fine dear, it's just a little warm In here is all."

Flash.

I felt a stirring in my vagina. A tingling that made me shiver. 

Somehow I made it through the rest of the evening and when my daughter and I got back home, I told her that I was tired and I would see her in the morning. In my bedroom, I sat on the corner of my bed and tried to relax. I must have laid back and dozed off because the next thing I remember, my hand was inside my panties, gently rubbing my clit. My panties were wet and I was starting to perspire. I was in my own little world, feeling a building pressure that would end in an orgasm. Evidently I moaned or made some other noise because my daughter's voice brought me back to reality. 

"Mom, what are you doing?" Joanna said. 

"Oh sweetie, you shouldn't see my like this, please go back to your room."

"I didn't know you masturbated mom, don't be embarrassed."

"Joanna, please." I pleaded.

"Take your panties off mom." Joanne said.

"I will when I go in to take a shower."

"No, mom, take then off now."

"Sweetie", what's gotten into you." I said.

My daughter has never talked back to me like that before. She seemed different somehow. I knew I couldn't let her continue.

"Mother, now." Joanna demanded.

I sensed that we were at a crossroad. My daughter was trying to control the situation. I couldn't let that happen. I sat there. Staring at her, daring her to do something.

Joanna walked over to the bed and stood next to where I was sitting. 

"Mom, either you take your panties off or I am going to do it for you." She threatened. 

I stood up and slipped my soaking wet panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I knew I had surrendered. At that exact moment, I had let my daughter take control.

Joanna stood there. Holding out her hand. I stooped and picked up my panties and handed them to her. Then she did something that I never thought I would see my darling daughter do. She held my panties up to her face and I could hear her inhale deeply. With one hand she loosened the robe that she was wearing and threw it on my bed. She stood there naked, holding my panties. 

Before I could say anything, she had slipped my panties on her own body. I could see her dark pubic hair through the almost transparent wetness. She sat on my bed, and with me staring opened mouth at her, she started moved her hand over the panties and started massaging her own clitoris 

"You do this." She ordered.

I sat down next to her and with trembling fingers, traced her slit and started rubbing her clit.

Joanna started moaning and moving her hips. She looked at me with a silent demand. Reluctantly I leaned forward and brought my lips down on her panty-covered pussy. Without being told, I reached up and pulled the panties down her hips and buried my face in her vagina. Her scent was over powering. It was like a drug. I couldn't stop. I licked and sucked her quivering little cunt until I felt her body tense up and then relax as she had a tremendous orgasm.

Flash. Flash. 

I looked up started. Was I dreaming again?

"Mom, you remember my boy friend Ray, don't you?" Joanna cooed from the bed.

"I got some good ones Joanie." He told my daughter. 

My daughter didn't try to cover her nakedness. Evidently she was quite conformable in front of Ray. I was still dressed, except for my panties. 

"Both of you, get out." I told them.

"For now." Joanna said. "I need Ray's cock, but we'll both be back. I suggest you take that shower."

About two hours later, Joanna and Ray walked back into my bedroom without bothering to knock on the door. 

Just thought that you'd like to see some of the pics." Ray said with a sneer.

He tossed a small stack of color prints on the bed where I was sitting. I didn't want to look, but I did. I saw myself rubbing Joanna's pussy through the panties. I saw myself leaning over her. And, I saw myself with my face pressed against her cunt. 

These are going to look good on the wall of your office lunchroom." Ray said. 

"You wouldn't dare." I said. "You couldn't."

That depends on you." Joanna said.

My daughter looked at Ray and asked. " Wanna fuck my mom?"

"Sure do." Ray said. "She still has a good bod and her boobs are bigger than yours."

I couldn't believe my ears. My daughter was offering me to her boy friend. This had to stop now. 

While I was trying to find the right words, Ray unbuckled his jeans and slipped them off. He was very confident in what my answer would be. Ray was big. Bigger than my late husband was. He cock must have been nine or ten inches long and thick. It had been several years since I had been to bed with a man. 

"Get undressed mom," Joanna said, we haven't got all night. 

That was the moment that I surrendered to Joanna's dominance. 

I took off my robe and stood there, naked, in front of my daughter and her boy friend. My fifty plus year old body was still in pretty good shape. I no longer had the 34B's that I had had in college. Now my breasts were a 38D. I looked over at Ray, and he must have approved because his cock was getting stiffer by the second. 

Without a word, I walked over to where he was standing and reached out to hold his cock. As we stared at each other, I slowly started pumping my hand up and down his shaft. 

I closed my eyes and felt his hands on my breasts. I heard the quick intake of his breath as he felt my nipples harden as he pinched them. 

I led Ray to my bed and as I stretched out, I pulled him on top of me. I pushed his head down and he began kissing my breasts and with only a little urging, began sucking my nipples. I put my head back and signed with pleasure. It wasn't hard to push his head further down, and as his mouth found my aching clitty, a moan escaped my lips.

Flash. Flash. 

I saw the flash as Joanna took picture after picture. 

As Ray moved up again, I raised my hips, ready to accept his cock. He teased my pussy with the head of his cock. Rubbing it up and down my slit. His mouth covered mine and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his cock slipped into my cunt. I locked my legs around his hips, holding him inside me, pulling him deeper and deeper. 

Flash. Flash.

Ray started thrusting in and out slowly. He didn't hurry. When I could pull my mouth away from his, I whispered in his ear. 

"This is what a woman feels like Ray." I said. 

Ray lasted for several dozen strokes before he pulled out and unloaded his hot, sticky cum onto my stomach. While he was still on top of me, I pulled his head down and kissed him again. And then I whispered into his ear.

"Ray, how would you like to see Joanna lick up all this cum?" 

He looked at me, and after a few seconds, he nodded and smiled. He rolled off of me to the side.

Flash. Flash.

"Hey babe, put the camera down and come over here." 

"Your mom has a great idea. How about you get down here and clean up this mess." And he pointed to the small puddles of cum on my tummy. 

"I don't think so Ray." Joanna said. 

"I do think so," he told her, and he reached up and pulled her down on the bed. 

He forced her head down towards my tummy and I felt her small tongue start lapping up the sticky mess. When she was done, he pointed towards his cock and made her lick him clean as well. 

While my daughter was working on Ray, I slipped out of bed and picked up the camera. In just a few seconds I had deleted all the pictures from the memory chip.

Flash. Flash.

But I did have time to snap a few pics of Joanna. And I carefully removed the memory chip and hid it under my mattress. 











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Flash By Jake Zustman

Flash. 

My twenty-year-old daughter was taking pictures at a baby shower that we were attending. The room was filled with happy, laughing women. The mother to be was opening presents and several women were taking pictures. 

Flash.

My mind went back to my freshman year at college. My boy friend was taking pictures of me in his dorm room. I had already had several beers and was feeling pretty good. 

"Come on babe, no one will ever see these pics, take your shirt off for." My boy friend pestered. 




Flash



He had been trying to get me out of my clothes for the last hour. I finally decided to give him a peak. I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and held in in front of my chest.

"Donna, don't be such a tease," he said. 

I let my shirt fall to the floor.

Flash.

The beer and the light blinding me every time he took a picture was making me dizzy.

"Now the bra, Donna, come on, lets see your tits." He persisted.

Oh, what the hell I thought. I reach behind my back and unfastened my bra. I slipped it off my shoulders and, for the first time in my life, showed my boobs to a guy. I felt excited and exhilarated. I remember that I got wet that night. Very wet.

Flash. Flash.

The pictures of my naked 34B breasts were the talk of the campus less than a week later. The sorority I was trying to get into black balled me, and the college threatened to revoke my scholarship. I quietly dropped the rest of my classes and left school. I embarrassed the college and myself. Back then, good girls didn't behave like that. 

Flash. Flash.

Why was I getting wet now, thirty years later. I excused myself and stepped into the bathroom. My hands were shaking and my panties were wet. It had been a long time since I had felt this way. Raising my daughter as a single mom and working to support the both of us didn't leave much social time. Why was this happening now?

Back at the party, my daughter Joanna brought me a soda and asked if I was ok.

"I saw you leave, are you feeling ok mom?" she asked. 

"I'm fine dear, it's just a little warm In here is all."

Flash.

I felt a stirring in my vagina. A tingling that made me shiver. 

Somehow I made it through the rest of the evening and when my daughter and I got back home, I told her that I was tired and I would see her in the morning. In my bedroom, I sat on the corner of my bed and tried to relax. I must have laid back and dozed off because the next thing I remember, my hand was inside my panties, gently rubbing my clit. My panties were wet and I was starting to perspire. I was in my own little world, feeling a building pressure that would end in an orgasm. Evidently I moaned or made some other noise because my daughter's voice brought me back to reality. 

"Mom, what are you doing?" Joanna said. 

"Oh sweetie, you shouldn't see my like this, please go back to your room."

"I didn't know you masturbated mom, don't be embarrassed."

"Joanna, please." I pleaded.

"Take your panties off mom." Joanne said.

"I will when I go in to take a shower."

"No, mom, take then off now."

"Sweetie", what's gotten into you." I said.

My daughter has never talked back to me like that before. She seemed different somehow. I knew I couldn't let her continue.

"Mother, now." Joanna demanded.

I sensed that we were at a crossroad. My daughter was trying to control the situation. I couldn't let that happen. I sat there. Staring at her, daring her to do something.

Joanna walked over to the bed and stood next to where I was sitting. 

"Mom, either you take your panties off or I am going to do it for you." She threatened. 

I stood up and slipped my soaking wet panties over my hips and let them fall to the floor. I knew I had surrendered. At that exact moment, I had let my daughter take control.

Joanna stood there. Holding out her hand. I stooped and picked up my panties and handed them to her. Then she did something that I never thought I would see my darling daughter do. She held my panties up to her face and I could hear her inhale deeply. With one hand she loosened the robe that she was wearing and threw it on my bed. She stood there naked, holding my panties. 

Before I could say anything, she had slipped my panties on her own body. I could see her dark pubic hair through the almost transparent wetness. She sat on my bed, and with me staring opened mouth at her, she started moved her hand over the panties and started massaging her own clitoris 

"You do this." She ordered.

I sat down next to her and with trembling fingers, traced her slit and started rubbing her clit.

Joanna started moaning and moving her hips. She looked at me with a silent demand. Reluctantly I leaned forward and brought my lips down on her panty-covered pussy. Without being told, I reached up and pulled the panties down her hips and buried my face in her vagina. Her scent was over powering. It was like a drug. I couldn't stop. I licked and sucked her quivering little cunt until I felt her body tense up and then relax as she had a tremendous orgasm.

Flash. Flash. 

I looked up started. Was I dreaming again?

"Mom, you remember my boy friend Ray, don't you?" Joanna cooed from the bed.

"I got some good ones Joanie." He told my daughter. 

My daughter didn't try to cover her nakedness. Evidently she was quite conformable in front of Ray. I was still dressed, except for my panties. 

"Both of you, get out." I told them.

"For now." Joanna said. "I need Ray's cock, but we'll both be back. I suggest you take that shower."

About two hours later, Joanna and Ray walked back into my bedroom without bothering to knock on the door. 

Just thought that you'd like to see some of the pics." Ray said with a sneer.

He tossed a small stack of color prints on the bed where I was sitting. I didn't want to look, but I did. I saw myself rubbing Joanna's pussy through the panties. I saw myself leaning over her. And, I saw myself with my face pressed against her cunt. 

These are going to look good on the wall of your office lunchroom." Ray said. 

"You wouldn't dare." I said. "You couldn't."

That depends on you." Joanna said.

My daughter looked at Ray and asked. " Wanna fuck my mom?"

"Sure do." Ray said. "She still has a good bod and her boobs are bigger than yours."

I couldn't believe my ears. My daughter was offering me to her boy friend. This had to stop now. 

While I was trying to find the right words, Ray unbuckled his jeans and slipped them off. He was very confident in what my answer would be. Ray was big. Bigger than my late husband was. He cock must have been nine or ten inches long and thick. It had been several years since I had been to bed with a man. 

"Get undressed mom," Joanna said, we haven't got all night. 

That was the moment that I surrendered to Joanna's dominance. 

I took off my robe and stood there, naked, in front of my daughter and her boy friend. My fifty plus year old body was still in pretty good shape. I no longer had the 34B's that I had had in college. Now my breasts were a 38D. I looked over at Ray, and he must have approved because his cock was getting stiffer by the second. 

Without a word, I walked over to where he was standing and reached out to hold his cock. As we stared at each other, I slowly started pumping my hand up and down his shaft. 

I closed my eyes and felt his hands on my breasts. I heard the quick intake of his breath as he felt my nipples harden as he pinched them. 

I led Ray to my bed and as I stretched out, I pulled him on top of me. I pushed his head down and he began kissing my breasts and with only a little urging, began sucking my nipples. I put my head back and signed with pleasure. It wasn't hard to push his head further down, and as his mouth found my aching clitty, a moan escaped my lips.

Flash. Flash. 

I saw the flash as Joanna took picture after picture. 

As Ray moved up again, I raised my hips, ready to accept his cock. He teased my pussy with the head of his cock. Rubbing it up and down my slit. His mouth covered mine and as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his cock slipped into my cunt. I locked my legs around his hips, holding him inside me, pulling him deeper and deeper. 

Flash. Flash.

Ray started thrusting in and out slowly. He didn't hurry. When I could pull my mouth away from his, I whispered in his ear. 

"This is what a woman feels like Ray." I said. 

Ray lasted for several dozen strokes before he pulled out and unloaded his hot, sticky cum onto my stomach. While he was still on top of me, I pulled his head down and kissed him again. And then I whispered into his ear.

"Ray, how would you like to see Joanna lick up all this cum?" 

He looked at me, and after a few seconds, he nodded and smiled. He rolled off of me to the side.

Flash. Flash.

"Hey babe, put the camera down and come over here." 

"Your mom has a great idea. How about you get down here and clean up this mess." And he pointed to the small puddles of cum on my tummy. 

"I don't think so Ray." Joanna said. 

"I do think so," he told her, and he reached up and pulled her down on the bed. 

He forced her head down towards my tummy and I felt her small tongue start lapping up the sticky mess. When she was done, he pointed towards his cock and made her lick him clean as well. 

While my daughter was working on Ray, I slipped out of bed and picked up the camera. In just a few seconds I had deleted all the pictures from the memory chip.

Flash. Flash.

But I did have time to snap a few pics of Joanna. And I carefully removed the memory chip and hid it under my mattress.



Flash



I'd had a couple of drinks. So sue me. It's not a crime. We were driving home after a party. I wasn't the driver. She, poor soul, was totally sober. Amused at out antics, but sober. The rest of us? We were rather noisy, singing and carrying on a bit.

The windows of the car were open and the radio was blaring away and adding to the noise. You could definitely hear us as we approached. We weren't speeding (sober driver, remember) but the lane we were in was travelling slightly faster than the lane next to us.

For a short while we were travelling next to a very nice BMW. A slightly older man was driving, about my father's generation, which was to be expected with a car like that. The driver frowned over at our noisy vehicle, so I flashed him.

I smiled and lifted my top and bra and showed him the goodies, and I do have a very nice pair, even if I do say so myself. No sag as of yet, a victory of fitness over gravity, long may it continue. He blinked, his eyes riveted on my endowments for a moment, then he remembered that he was driving, looked ahead and slapped on his brakes.

Whoops. He near as damn rear-ended the car in front of him and certainly disconcerted the driver behind. Our lane just sailed along and the BMW and driver were a fading memory. 

The next day I decided to drop in and see my parents. It was just a spur of the moment thing. I was near their place and I had nothing planned so I just pointed my car towards them and headed on over. Bit of a surprise when I got there. They were having a small barbecue. They called it small, anyway. There was quite a crowd there as far as I could see and not one of them was my age. All of them were my parent's generation. I decided on the spot that I wouldn't be staying too long. 

I said hullo to my mother and wandered out to find my father, eventually finding him in a corner chatting to a couple of people. Mike I knew, the other guy I felt I should know as he looked familiar.

"Ah, Melody, my love," Dad called when he saw me. "How nice to see you. You know Mike, I believe, but I don't think you've met Simon."

Mike waved and Simon looked at me and smiled. For some reason, I just didn't like that smile.

"Afternoon, Melody," he said. "How nice to meet you."

Sounded innocuous, didn't it. What I could see, and Dad and Mike couldn't, was the thoughtful way his eyes drifted down to my breasts and then back up to my face, still with that horrible smile.

Oh my god. I'd parked next to a BMW and hadn't given it a thought. Now I knew where I'd seem Simon. Sitting in his BMW, travelling next to us. What was worse, he had recognised me, I just knew it. I cut my talk with my father short, telling him I was just going to circulate and say hullo to a few people I knew.

"Oh, good," said Simon. "You can introduce me to a few people. I'm new in the area."

Dad naturally thought this an excellent idea, sending us on our way with his blessing. Stupid man. 

"I do believe we've seen each other before," Simon said affably. "Last night, wasn't it?"

"You know damn well it was. I was a little tipsy. Are you going to tell Dad?"

"No. Why should I? None of his business, really. Just like it won't be any business of his when I corner you and seduce you. I'm quite sure you won't discuss it with him."

Geez, I got my backup over that. Arrogant prick.

"Not going to happen," I stated, trying for an indifferent but firm voice.

Did I say arrogant prick? It turned out I was understating it. He just casually took my hand and pressed it against his crotch and the damn man had an erection. 

"Just so you know what's coming your way," he said softly, while I gulped and snatched my hand away. I was horribly aware that I'd been just a little slow in removing my hand. It was the shock. That was why.

I had my revenge almost immediately. I introduced him to Mrs Wilkins. She's a gossipy nymphomaniac who'll latch onto a target and hold him. Strong men curse and flee when they see her coming. She took one look at Simon and flagged him as a target while I discretely went elsewhere. 

I was quite surprised at the ease with which he gave Mrs Wilkins the slip. Still, he didn't come chasing after me so I counted it as a win. I was still very much aware of where he was in the crowd and he always seemed to be looking at me and smiling. I've never been so totally aware of anyone before.

Being the daughter of the house I wasn't treated as a guest. I was additional labour. My mother soon had me running little errands to help keep the party running smoothly. I was in the kitchen, fetching a big bowl of salad, when I had my next encounter with Simon. I turned away from the table, bowl in hand, and he was standing there.

"Don't drop that," he said, moving towards me. Silly advice I thought.

Not so silly, it turned out. He calmly lifted the front of my dress and pulled my panties out. I was outraged.

"Just getting a preview of where I'm going," he said insouciantly, letting my panties snap back into position. "Very nice it is, too."

I just glared at him and marched out with the salad. Thinking about I was surprised to find that while his conduct had been outrageous and I had been outraged, I hadn't felt insulted. I mean, it's hard to feel insulted when someone looks at you and approves of what they see, even if they shouldn't have looked.

I was also even more aware of the dratted man. The evening was getting on and it was going to be dark soon. Quite frankly, the barbecue was boring from my point of view. (Simon didn't count as entertainment.) I looked up the parents and told them I was off. Simon didn't seem to be around and I just slipped away, heading to my car.

I may not have spotted Simon but he spotted me slipping away. When I reached my car he was right there beside me.

"Leaving so soon?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. I figured if I kept if short there wouldn't be any arguments.

I unlocked the car. Before I could open the front door Simon had opened the rear door and was indicating I should get in.

"I am not getting in the back of the car with you," I stated coldly.

"I'm not asking you to," he said, laughter in his voice. "All I need you to do is bend over, hands on the seat."

I will be damned if I can work out how he managed it. Somehow or other he had me at the rear door and was coaxing me to lean forward. If he'd tried to force me I'd have fought and screamed, but not one ounce of muscle did he use. He just made it seem inevitable.

"Are you crazy?" I protested. "We're out in the street. People will see."

"Ah, no, I don't think so. We're in a pretty secluded spot here and effectively hidden by the trees." 

Even while he was telling me that he was lifting the back of my dress and pulling down my panties. His hand was massaging me, kneading my mound. The damn man had been making me aware of him all evening and now that he was actually touching me I was getting aroused. Who am I kidding? He'd already got me mildly aroused. Now he was just building on it.

I shuddered when I felt the length of his erection drag against my lips. I couldn't look. The thing felt huge.

"You know I don't want this," I protested.

"Are you telling me to stop?" he asked, sounding as though he really wanted to know. He wasn't waiting on the answer though. His cock was still dragging back and forth along my slit, wreaking havoc on my senses.

He was confusing me. His touching me was confusing me. Had I told him to stop or just registered disapproval of his actions. I dithered, not knowing what I was saying. 

"Well, while you make up your mind I'll just do this," he murmured, and just like that his cock is easing past my lips and into me.

I'm like, "What? What? He's not really doing that, is he?" knowing full well that he was. How could I not know with his erection snaking it way along my passage. I'm quite sure there was a look of shock and total disbelief on my face.

He was pushing my dress higher and I felt my bra loosen as he unclipped it. Then his hands were coming round me and I gave a small groan of relief as they closed over my breasts. I'd been imagining his hands on my breasts ever since I saw him with Dad.

And I still hadn't told him to stop I realized. It was, I guess, a little late now. He was moving inside me, a slow gentle movement as he slid easily back and forth inside me.

He kept it up, a gentle suasion that was making me all dreamy. The few times I'd been with my boyfriend, he'd been all frenetic activity. All very exciting, but nothing like this gently blissful encounter.

Simon was deep inside me, rocking me gently, and I was happily rocking in place, accepting him. Accepting? Hell, the way I was feeling I wanted to adopt him and take him home. He wasn't domineering or forceful or urgent. He was peace and serenity and heavenly feelings moving through me and they just kept on going.

They had to end eventually, I guess, and I could finally feel the end approaching. Simon was moving faster now, and I was going, "Ah, ah, ah," with each ah being higher pitched than the previous. Then I was screaming and climaxing and Simon was really giving me the works as he came and everything seemed to just collapse around me.

I stood there, breathing deeply, feeling Simon pulling out.

"That was interesting, wasn't it?" he said softly and all I could do was nod, although I think interesting was rather an inappropriate word. Devastating might have fitted better. 

Simon eased my panties into place, dropping my dress down to where it should be. Then he was handing me into the car. I started the car, running on auto-pilot.

"Drive safely," he told me. "I'll be seeing you again."

The last was a promise. I could tell from the way he said it. I drove off, wondering if I was developing a thing for older men. Maybe it was his experience but he had certainly touched me where I lived.



Flash Back



Sitting on the soft cushioned chair he waited for his Mom to come down. He had been waiting for last 15 minutes and it usually never took her so long to dress up and come down. At that point of time he did not know what was holding her up as they had to reach the Airport to receive his uncle and aunt.

After glancing at his watch for umpteenth time as he looked up his eyes got focused on a gorgeous lady draped in a silk sari with her loose hair flying walking down the stairs. For few seconds it was difficult for him to envisage what he saw. It was hard for him to believe it was his mother, who was so gorgeously decked, her hair loose, her body swaying walking down the stairs and when she went past him, he was stunned when the perfume hit his nostrils. He was in a daze and as he could not reason out her appearance he followed her tamely.

On following his eyes got riveted on her movements. Seeing her body sway he felt something, something which he could not envisage at that moment. It was difficult for him to conjure what was happening to him or to her. He had seen his mother before, dressed more gorgeously but that had not attracted him as it had today. It was not the dress that had attracted him, it was something else. His curiosity made him look at her closely and when his eyes went over her back, he suddenly felt ashamed; to look at his mother's back. 

Though he tried to shift his gaze he could not and when his mother stepped into the car his eyes followed her to the last glimpse. He sat in the car like a zombie and when they reached airport his eyes took to the same course of action. However hard he tried he could not pierce his eyes from her vision. They were glued to her back as if they were magnetized. 

It was not long before his Uncle and Aunt came down the aisle. It was nice to see them after a couple of years. In fact 5 years had passed since his father had asked his uncle Nithin to take care of his overseas business and now they were back for a short visit.

His mother was overwhelmed when she saw Nithin and his wife Naina. Her eyes were gleaming when she saw them. Seeing her emotions he felt she had missed them. In the past 5 years she had never spoken about Naina or Nithin and today on seeing them she was so overjoyed, which puzzled him.

After collecting the bags and baggage they stood in the queue waiting for the peak hour rush to thin out. It was then that his eyes got riveted again on his mother's back who was in front of his uncle. He let his gaze wander over her exquisite mounds and looking at them, he did not feel ashamed as they looked attractive. He was attracted to them in such a way that he compared them with his aunt's which looked dull. 

Such was the way his mother was built and the peak hour rush made it more interesting to watch as they crawled slowly. The crowd started swelling; there was slight hustling and shoving. In the melee he wished he was behind his mother rather than his uncle. He felt he could have taken advantage though not knowing what he would have done. He felt he could have touched, may be. He was so excited that many wicked things flashed through his mind.

He looked for an opening to get closer and as he looked over his Uncle's shoulders he saw his hands were on his mother's shoulders steadying her which made her turn and smile at him. There was a twinkle in her eyes and when she turned back he saw his Uncle grip her shoulders hard. It made him curious and his focus was shifted on to his Uncles hands.

Nithin steadied himself. He looked around and even turned to give Amar a smile. After reciprocating he looked the other way, not giving him a hint that he was watching. From the corner of his eye he watched his Uncle's hand slip down from his mothers shoulder. This made him go up on his toes and as he looked he saw his Uncle's hand trek slowly down her back and rest on the hem of her blouse. It ventured there for a while and then as his fingers started circling her blouse the crowd which was getting heavier started pushing and taking advantage he moved his hand down and held her naked waist. Seeing this Amar was instantly aroused and it had him worried as in the melee he thought his Uncle may feel his growing hardness. He tried his best to hide his arousal and even put a hand down to steady it.

As he was setting it right Amar saw his Uncle had moved closer to his mother. He in fact had covered her well and though Amar tried hard to see, he could not see his actions. He looked for an opening and not finding he searched for his Uncles hands which were hidden totally. He felt desperate and in the madness as he lunged forward he saw that they had moved out of the gate. At last he got an opening and what he saw in that split second got etched in his brain. His Uncle was caressing his mother's buttocks.

This was the picture which was playing in his mind when they dropped them and reached home. On reaching his room he played back all the scenes frame by frame till he could visualize his Uncles hand caressing his mother's buttocks. With this frame etched in mind and with a hard on he slept.

The next day he was woken by his mother. It was nice to see a beautiful face waking him with a cup of coffee. 

'Am can you do me a favor' she asked. (She used to call him Am for Amar)

'Yes, what is it' he said taking the cup from her.

'Can you fetch few things from the market' she asked?

'Provided you give me some extra money' he joked.

'Come on Am don't blackmail me,' she replied.

Seeing her annoyed he said 'Mom, I was joking.' 

Handing him a list 'Okay get these things' she said.

'Anybody coming for lunch' he asked looking at the list. 

'Your father has invited your Uncle and Aunt for dinner' she replied.

Hearing it Amar was up in a flash and when his mother turned; his eyes were again focused on her well endowed back. 

By evening Amar was waiting for his Uncle. He wanted to confirm previous day's incidence. He wanted to know whether it was an accident or was it a game played. He went looking for his mother.

'What time are the guests coming Mom'

'By seven' she replied.

'And Dad?'

'He said he would join by eight' (provided he is free from his boozing she thought)

'Do you mind if I arrange the table' he enquired

'I would be glad' replied his mother.

Amar was happy to have been given a free hand. He quickly made some changes and as he looked and saw his mother decked in a brilliant color sari smiling, he felt happy. He felt happy for her. 

Nithin and Naina arrived in time and as Naina went in to help his mother Mayuri, Amar sat with his Uncle for a chat. Amar watched his Uncle with a hawk's eye. He observed each and every move of his. But for a few fleeting glances at his mother he did not see anything else.

Then Dikshit, Amar's dad arrived and both the brothers having met after 5 years hugged each other and Dikshit led him to the bar where they sat chatting. Dikshit was an alcoholic and his only interest was booze and money.

Soon it was time for dinner and as his mother set the dishes she was pleased to see Amar's arrangements. The candle lit dinning table was very romantic and his seating arrangements were sensible. He had made his Aunt sit at one side of his father and on the other his Uncle. Then leaving a space for his mother he sat next to his Aunt on the round table. The space left for his mother did not arise any suspicion as it was nearest to the kitchen.

Nithin too was pleased as he had the opportunity to sit next to Mayuri his sister. Naina was also comfortably placed and Amar having placed himself in the centre was able to keep an eye on every move of his Uncle without being noticed.

As Mayuri set the table, every body took their place. Enjoying the sumptuous food everyone started chatting and soon Dikshit who was high on drinks started cutting jokes which made the environment livelier. It was during this time Nithin took advantage. On the pretext of enjoying jokes he placed his hand on Mayuri's thighs or when she got up to go to kitchen felt her back. They were light touches and so well camouflaged that even if someone saw them they would think nothing of it. 

Amar had observed every move of his from the corner of his eye. At first he too thought it was accidental and on being repeated it was ascertained that his Uncle was trying to play with his mother. Looking at his mother he felt assured that she was obliging him. What would the poor thing do he thought looking at his father's bloated figure whose only interest was drinking?

Amar was so busy watching them that he totally forgot the presence of another person in the room. Naina was a woman who could pick needle from the haystack and nothing went unnoticed from her. She was quick to grasp that Amar had seen her husband toying with his sister. She thought she had to do some deep thinking about him.

Naina was keen in seeing her husband seduce Mayuri and bed her. It was their plan. She knew from the start that Amar would be a thorn in the flesh as he had grown up. She also knew that seducing Mayuri would be difficult. She knew Mayuri had shown some interest in Nithin but to bed her was totally different. She may allow him to play with her but for the final act it would need some coaxing to do and she had to find a pawn that would coax her to do it and she saw Amar as that pawn.

While Naina was toying with that idea Amar was engrossed in his own world. He was waiting to see what would his Uncle's next step would be. He had not to wait long as he saw his Uncle slip his hand on his mother's thighs. This time his hand did not brace her thighs but was firmly placed on it. Amar was instantly aroused when he saw his Uncles hand grip his mother's thigh and in his excitement when he turned he saw his Aunt flashing a big smile as if she knew what was going on between her husband and his mother.

It was Naina's smile that diverted Amar's attention. Her looks were so piercing that Amar felt mesmerized. He felt that she wanted to convey something to him and as he kept looking, he was surprised to see her pat him on his thigh as if wanting him to cool down. Amar was puzzled. 

When both of them left Amar went to his room. He was on cloud nine. Once in the safety of his room he pushed down his pants and was surprised to see own erection. Holding back his thoughts his mind raced back to the time when he saw his Uncle's hand on his mother's thigh. That image kept tormenting him. He wished it was his hand there. Was it possible? Was it possible to do the impossible? How would it be possible, who would help him, he questioned himself again and again. Not finding an answer he struggled.

Mayuri was pleased with the outcome of the day. She was glad that Nithin had shown the same signs which were prevalent almost 6 years ago and laying on her bed her mind raced back to that period.

RE- CAP

It was one summer morning after packing off her son to school and husband to Office; Mayuri was taking a bath leisurely. Suddenly she was disturbed when the door bell rang. Thinking it would be the maid she came down unperturbed in the petticoat and half hooked up blouse.

On opening the door it struck her like lightening when she saw Nithin. She stood like a rock on not being properly dressed allowing his eyes to capture all that they could. Nithin felt he was blessed with the sight of his Sister in the minimum of clothing and as she turned to leave he was enchanted to see the contours of her well formed buttocks which he had craved to feel from the day he had first seen her.

Properly dressed Mayuri came out to greet Nithin. She was glad to see him and learned that her husband had called him. Though she felt bashful she forgot it and was normal again.

Nithin on the other hand was delighted. He was delighted to be with his sister who possessed such a figure and after having a fleeting glance of her buttocks ensconced in her white petticoat he was thrilled; Nithin did not let go an occasion of looking at her back.

Gradually Mayuri also felt his gaze. Though at times it turned her on, she was scared to think of it for being his sister. She felt attracted to Nithin for his physical features. In comparison her husband was bloated. Since her marriage he had added weight and he had bloated.

Mayuri thought of the first instance when she had felt Nithin's hand on her body. It was at the wedding reception of their cousin. It was when her husband was busy at the bar that Nithin had made his move. Seeing her alone he stood by her and as the dinner was announced placing his hand on her shoulder had guided her to the table.

The small act had sent a chill up her spine. Though she wanted to she could not remove his hand and taking advantage he had slipped it on her waist. It had excited Mayuri and as the act was well camouflaged she had not objected. Prompted by it Nithin became more enterprising. He moved closer and shielding her with his body his hand which was on her waist ventured downwards.

Mayuri left his hand slid from her waist to her buttocks. She was in a dilemma. On one hand she wanted him to continue and on the other she was ashamed to encourage him. As she was pondering about it she felt his hand caress her buttocks. This ignited her body. Biting her lips she controlled the passion engulfing her body. He became bolder. Seeing her tremble he slipped his hand between the orbs of her buttocks and cupped them. Mayuri was aghast, her body convulsed and as Nithin drove his hand further down the hot path her body shivered and she climaxed. That was the first time.

The second occasion was even more adventurous as it happened in front of her husband. It was when they had gone out to a restaurant and as usual Dikshit hit the bar leaving them. They kept glancing at each other and when Dikshit had one too many, Nithin made the move. As Dikshit staggered into the restaurant and occupied the sofa, leaving the opposite one to be shared by them, had given Nithin an opportunity.  He looked at Mayuri and smiled at her.  His smile had a hidden meaning and Mayuri being conscious that he would be taking advantage waited with abated breath. She was in a fix as she had to sit next to Nithin and when he nudged her she was compelled to sit down. Sitting next to him and feeling his warm thighs in line with hers, she felt a warm feeling creep up her body. Though she tried to shrug it she felt ashamed for not being able to sustain the desire creeping up and every second it got difficult as more pressure was exerted on her thighs. 

Nithin was tormenting her; he was playing with her desires. Slowly but steadily he was building up the tempo. Sitting in front of her husband Mayuri was in a dilemma. On one hand her body was craving to feel the heat generated from his thighs and on the other sitting in front of her husband she was scared. At times she felt like leaning on him, but failed to do.

Nithin read her thoughts. He did feel her body squirming and when they were on the final course of dinner he placed his hand on her thigh. This move jolted Mayuri. Suddenly she shifted her position and leaning on the table hid his hand from being seen by her husband. 

Dikshit was in his own world and even if Mayuri had not leaned forward he was not in his sense to understand what was going on before his eyes. He was busy having his dinner. 

The hand on her thigh started to creep up. It sent thrills up her spine and when she saw her husband busy she marginally parted her thighs. Nithin did not notice it but his hand inched further up. He was cautious knowing his brother was sitting in front of him and he was playing with his wife.

Mayuri on the other hand had gained some courage. Sitting upright and shielding his hand she was waiting for it to move forward. Her body ached for his hand to move up, move further up and reach the burning furnace, but Nithin chickened out. It was okay to touch her thighs but he did not dare move further and touch what was between. Giving one final squeeze on her thighs he removed his hand.

Mayuri felt miserable and it even made her angry. She felt bad thinking when she was ready what had made him pull back his hand. When it was feeling so good he had to spoil the show she thought. She turned to face him but he looked the other way. Finally when they got up to leave Mayuri brushed her hand on his thighs.

Nithin was shocked when he felt her brushing his thigh. He cursed himself for having lost a golden opportunity. He felt sorry for not having hit the iron while it was hot. Mayuri was really hot. He did not know when he would get another chance as he was supposed to leave the next day.

Present

Next evening Mayuri was in a triumphant mood thinking of how she could tackle Naina when she heard the door bell. Seeing a beaming Naina at the door she thought 'think of the devil.' She felt glad that she had come.

Time went by as both had a chat. They talked and talked and finally when the sun was setting and the atmosphere was cozy, Naina holding a few curls of Mayuri's hair said 'how are other things.'

'What other things' she asked?

'Other things, personal' she spoke the words softly directing her gaze on her bosom.

'As usual' she stammered.

'I can't envisage that they are' she said blowing air on the nape of her neck.

'Why' she stammered again.

'Things don't look normal' she said curling her hair in her fingers.

'What makes you think so' she asked looking at her.

'From what I have seen nothing looks normal' she replied.

'What have you seen that makes you feel so' she asked sharply.

'It is there for everyone to see; the way you are and the way brother Dikshit is' she said. 

'That?'

'Yes that.'

'What do you see of it' asked Mayuri?

'I foresee all is not well in your bedroom' she said moving closer and taking hold of her.

'When was it that it could be now' she replied.

'Is that the reason why you said as usual' she asked.

'Yes as usual and for ever' she replied dismally.

'Is it that bad' she said holding her.

'It is not just bad. There is nothing in it' she replied.

'Oh! I am sorry, I am really sorry' saying this she took her in her arms.

'Some people are unfortunate' she said.

'But you still have time at your disposal' said Naina.

'What can time do, it can only worsen things' she replied.

'Why do you think so' she asked tightening her hold.

'The way he is drinking and bloating, I can't think time would be of any help' she answered.

'Does your youthful body not arouse him' she asked bringing her face close to hers.

'I don't know whether I have a youthful body' she replied.

'Oh! You posses such a body which I think every male would yearn for' she said as her lips braced her cheeks.

'And there are no males in my house' she replied.

'I think there are' she stressed the point.

This made Mayuri to think of Nithin. Was she in anyway trying to tell her something? Does she know about her and Nithin? What could she know about him? He had just caressed her once and chickened out the next time?

Seeing her in deep thought Naina changing the subject said 'tell me about Amar.'

'What do you want to know' she said.

'Has he not grown up?'

'So?'

'So it is' she said as her lips smacked her cheeks?

'Sorry I did not get you' she replied.

'Think about it' saying this she got up.

When Mayuri was wondering what she meant, the bell rang again and when she saw Amar at the door was it a coincidence she thought?

Naina was glad to see Amar and after he came down changing 'can I borrow your son for shopping' she asked Mayuri.

'Of course you can' she replied.

Amar was pleased to accompany her and on completing the shopping 'are there any restaurants near by' Naina asked? . 'There is one,' saying this he guided her to a cozy restaurant.




Flash Back



Sitting side by side Naina said 'poor Mayuri I pity her.'

Those words somewhat shocked Amar. Pondering over it he said 'why do you pity her.'

'Don't you see what she is undergoing' she replied.

'What? I don't see anything.'

'That is the problem with you men, you don't seem to understand things.'

'I really don't know what you are talking about' Amar replied.

'Don't you see that she is all by herself? Does not go out, no friends and no life.'

'Yes, Dad hardly takes her out' he replied.

'What about you? Why don't you do what your Dad does not?' she stressed the word Dad and stared at him point blank.

'I don't understand what I could do' he said.

'You are not a child anymore. You have grown up and can take care of her' she said.

'But she is not so friendly with me. She always bosses over me' he replied.

'May be you take advantage of her' said Naina.

'I don't other than ask for some Pocket money' he said.

'And when you get money you forget her, is it not' she asked.

'Yes, so it is' he replied softly.

'You enjoy with your friends when she is left all alone' she said.

'I do go out with my friends' replied Amar.

'Girl Friends?'

'Sometimes' he replied shyly.

'Why don't you treat her like your girl friend' she said.

'You mean . . . .'

'Yes that is what I mean. Take her out, be a companion to her and treat her like a girl friend' she said.

'Where shall I take her' he asked.

'Where do you take your girl friends, tell me,' she asked.

'I take them out, sometimes to a movie' he replied.

'What do you do there' she asked looking straight in his eyes.

'Can't tell you that' he replied shyly.

'Okay tell me one thing. Why did you agree to come out with me' she asked smiling at him.

'Well you asked for and I came' he replied. 

'Is that the sole reason for your coming' she eyed him closely.

'Yes, what other reason could there be' he said.

'Did you not come because I am a woman and you like me? Is it not a fact you wanted to be close to a woman. Are you not enjoying being with me' she spoke softly and moving closer she placed a hand on his thighs.

Amar was taken back by her questions and unable to answer, he felt numb.

Caressing his thighs she said 'I can understand what you Boys like and so does every woman.'

'But, but . . . . .' he stammered again.

'No buts. You are grown up and it is your duty to take care of her' and caressing his thighs said 'don't you like it, tell me, tell me' she asked.

'I I don't know' he stammered again.

'Does it not feel good? Does it not thrill you? Like wise make her feel good' she said.

'What' as he uttered it he looked at her.

'Yes, as you are getting interested, so will she. Come let's go now and tomorrow I promise there will be more' saying this she touched her breasts.

Seeing her feeling her breasts Amar's eyes popped out and as he looked at her she said 'there's more to come, let's go.'

Amar found it hard to digest what he had seen and heard. Everything had happened so fast. Like a faithful servant he followed his Aunt and reached home after dropping her.

CHAPTER II

Reaching home Amar was delighted to see his mother smiling and beckoning him to have dinner. Though he was not hungry he sat down with his mother. Silently they finished their dinner and when he got up Mayuri asked 'do you need anything Am.'

Her loving words made him opt for a glass of milk and when his mother turned to fetch his eyes took to her. He looked at her from head to toe and what he saw excited him. Mayuri had a well carved physique. She was quite tall at 5. 6 and her body was proportionate to her height. Her long cascading hairs over her shoulders were very alluring. Her shoulder blades were broad and the dimples caused by her muscles were most appealing. Down, the curve of her back was exquisite and the swell of her buttocks as they swayed in the light sari was most enthralling.

Amar was aroused on seeing the figure of his mother and when she went behind the curtain he quickly arranged his growing manhood. 

Oh! What is happening to me he exclaimed.

Holding the glass of hot milk as Mayuri lifted it, the top of her sari slipped exposing the curvaceous figure of her bosom. Amar was elated when he saw it. Though he tried hard to detour his eyes he was unable to. He quickly took the glass of milk from her and went to his room.

Mayuri stood looking at her departing son. The call which Naina had made before Amar reached home had helped her. Naina had taken her to task. She had verbally accused her of neglecting her son and now adhering to her words she was happy to see the change in him. She hoped it would benefit her but how was still a question? In her room she thought why she had neglected him for no fault of his? While it was the fault of his father she had distanced from her son. She made her mind to give back all the love. With these thoughts in her mind she slept peacefully.

Next morning Mayuri was pleased to see the youthful figure of Amar. It was her turn to look at him. She looked at him as if she was looking at a stranger. My God has he not grown up she said to herself.

'Sorry, did you say something?' asked Amar.

'Nothing, by the way where did you take Naina yesterday' she asked.

'To the market and then to a restaurant' he replied.

'If I had known that you were going to a restaurant I would have accompanied you' she said.

'Oh! How I wish I could take you today.' As soon as he said his mind raced back to what Naina had promised. He was thinking of her when his mother said 'are you going out with her.'

'Yes, few things could not be purchased yesterday.'

'Its okay, carryon may be we could go some day.'

'How about tomorrow' said Amar instantly.

'Where would you take me' asked Mayuri.

'Any where you would like to' he replied.

'Do you have so much time to take your mother out' she asked.

'Come on Mom, I can do anything for you' he replied.

'How sweet of you, I was a fool for not have asked you earlier' she said smilingly.

'Okay but tell me where would you like to go?' he persisted.

Hearing this 'where are you both planning to go' asked Dikshit who had come down.

'We are going for shopping' replied Mayuri.

'Fine' saying this he sat down for breakfast and left for his office without any further reference to the subject. Amar too departed and Mayuri was left alone.

Mayuri for once was happy to be alone. Having recollected the events of the day she felt glad and thought of thanking Naina. 

By evening Amar was eagerly waiting for his aunt and was delighted when his eyes scanned the crowd and spotted her.

Amar joined and escorted her to the market. After an hour or so of shopping Naina looking up at him said 'do you have time for snacks.'

'Yes I informed Mom that I would be late.' 

'So you have come prepared' she said softly.

Hearing it Amar blushed.

'Shall we go to the same place' she asked.

'Yes'

Sitting in the corner table she asked 'so how's your Mom?'

'Oh! She is fine and tomorrow we are going out' he replied.

'How lucky you are' she said.

'Why' asked Amar.

'To have two new girl friends' said Naina.

Amar blushed again.

'Of the two whom do you like' she asked.

'Why? I like you both' he shot back.

'No it cannot be true, only one would be very special' she said.

'If it is so then it is you' he replied.

'How nice. Is it a fact or are you trying to pull my leg' she asked.

'It is a fact and I mean it' he said looking at her.

'And may I know why' she asked.

'You were so kind to take me to this restaurant' he replied.

'Because of that,' she asked.

'Not only that, I liked your company' he replied.

'You like my company? You like sitting beside me' she asked patting his thighs.

'Yes, I like it' he replied getting excited.

'You liked being with me yesterday' she asked feeling his thighs.

'Yes' he said softly.

'What did you like' she asked moving closer.

'I liked being with you, sitting beside you and . . . .'

'And, tell me' she crooned.

'And liked the way you felt me' he said bowing his head.

'You liked the feel of my hand on your thighs, is it so' she asked.

'Yes.'

'And what else did excite you' she asked.

'Few other things' he replied.

'What other thing did I do that made you excited, tell me' she insisted.

'I saw you caress it as we felt the restaurant' he said staring at her bosom.

'So you saw me doing it, I thought you had not' she lied.

'It was there to be seen' he replied.

'And what other reason made you come today' she asked.

'Your words' he replied.

'What did I say' she asked as this conversation sent warm waves up her body.

'You said I would be suitably rewarded' he replied.

'Yes, have I not rewarded you by bringing you to this restaurant' she asked teasing him.

'Yes and you said something else.'

'What was that' she said as she felt her body responding.

'You said there's more to come.'

'You remember that too' she asked getting excited.

'One does not forget those words' he replied.

'What did you think I would do' she asked.

'How can I say what's in your mind' he replied.

'But still you might have thought of something' she replied softly.

'I thought you would continue' he replied.

'What? feeling your thighs' she said.

'Yes and also those' he said staring at her bosom.

'Does it thrill you to watch me fondling it' she asked placing her hand on her bosom.

'Yes' he replied focusing his eyes on her hand.

'You want to see me caress them' she asked softly.

'Yes.'

'Like this,' she said slipping her hand inside the sari and touching her breasts.

'Yesss'

'You want me to hold them in my hand' she asked.

Amar did not reply. His eyes were engrossed on her actions.

'Or do you want me to caress your thighs' she asked as wave after wave swept through her body.

'Anything' was all he could reply.

'Do you like this' she said placing her hand on his upper thighs.

Amar was captivated by her actions. As soon as she placed her hand on his thighs his member started pulsating. He was scared that she could feel his aroused cock. He could not believe it was actually happening. His body started convulsing.

'Do you want more' she asked seeing his body trembling.

'Mmmmmmm' was all that he could answer.

'Then why don't you place your hand here' saying this she held his hand and placed it on her knee.

Amar was flabbergasted as he felt the warmth of her thigh. His body again shuddered and he was on the threshold of shooting.

Seeing it and also feeling her body on the brink of an explosion 'slip your hand inside' she cried.

As Amar slipped his hand between her thighs Naina crisscrossing her legs and imprisoning his hand between her thighs said 'how does it feel.' 

Amar could not reply, he was aghast at her action. As his hand was vexed between her hot thighs and Naina gyrating her thighs over his hand he ejaculated in his pants.

Naina, whose body was also on fire, could not withhold it any longer. Imprisoning his hand between her thighs and feeling it so close to her privates, she let the juice gush out of it. She had cum and it was great. It was a sensation which she had not anticipated. All the while she had thought she would tease him but sitting in the crowded restaurant she had not dreamt that she could explode. She felt happy with the outcome and she was sure that she could use Amar as a pawn.

And when she saw Amar withdrawing his hand from her thighs she asked 'happy' for which Amar could only nod his head.

'Did you feel thrilled to feel my thighs' she crooned softly?

'Yes' he replied.

'Were you satisfied' she asked staring at him.

'Yes.'

'What made you happy' she asked.

'The feel of your thighs' he replied.

'But my thighs are not so voluptuous' she said.

'They are' he replied.

'Comparing to your mother's they are skinny, aren't they' she asked?

Amar was shocked to hear those words. Looking at her he said 'I don't know.'

'Are you not interested' she asked.

Amar could not answer her. He was shocked to hear her talking about his mother's thighs.

'She has. She has beautiful long legs and I am sure you would love feeling them' she said.

This again baffled him. He stared at her not getting the meaning of it.

'Why don't you try it' she said.

'What' exclaimed Amar?

'Feel her thighs, you will love it' she replied.

Hearing her talk about his mother's thighs he suddenly became excited. Though he wanted to say he can not. He waited for her to continue.

'It would give you immense pleasure. Just feel them and I am sure she will like it too' she said.

'I don't know how that could be possible.' At last he let it out.

'When you go shopping, try it out there' she said.

Her words were encouraging. He felt excited. His placid cock was regaining its strength and as he wanted her to continue he said 'what would she think or how would she react?'

'She is starving and I am sure she will like it' she replied.

This made him look at her again. His eyes were questioning her and they had thousands of questions. He was getting bolder by the second.

'Yes when you go out try to feel her thighs. Act as if it was accidental and when she does not object try to capitalize on it and I am sure she won't object' she replied.

This made Amar to focus his mind on his mother. He was thinking of a place where it could be possible to take her and Naina seeing him engrossed said 'I know you can do it and if you want any assistance I am always there to help you.'

'I will try' was what he was able to say.

'And when you do, you can have more of me' she said.

This made him look at her.

'Yes you can touch, feel and look, think about it' she said caressing her breasts again.

'Will you' he stammered.

'Yes, and may be more. Come let's go' she said.

With her words ringing in his ears Amar reached home to be welcomed by his mother. His thoughts were still of his aunt when they had the dinner and as his mother lifted a corner of her sari to wipe her face his eyes took to her exposed lower body. He was excited when he saw the slight bulge of her naked waist. It was the first time that his eyes had wandered there and when they drifted down he was bewildered to see her robust thighs and long legs. She was more voluptuous than his aunt and yes it would give immense pleasure to feel those thighs, was what he was thinking when he went to his room.

The whole night he planned. He thought of all possible places he could take her out but none of the places were ideal for what he had in mind. This made him stay awake for most of the night and not getting any answers he struggled throughout.

Though he was tired the next day he hurried back home, excited at the thought of going out with his mother. Soon after having a wash as he came down he was glad to see his mother holding a cup of coffee.

As the coffee refreshed him 'shall we go' he asked.

'Do you think you can? Are you not tired' she asked brushing his hair.

'No I am fine. Your coffee did the trick' he replied smilingly.

This brought a huge smile on her face and she went to change.

By the time his mother was ready Amar rang for the cab. Amar was so happy just to sit beside his mother that when they reached the Mall he wished it had taken more time.

His mother was the first to alight and as Amar stepped he slipped which made his mother lend him a hand. This was a blessing in disguise as his mother entwined her hand with his and held it supporting him.

Holding each other's hands as they climbed a few steps her elbow brushed his chest which made Amar delighted. Gripping her hand he led her into the mall.

Entering the mall Mayuri tried to dislodge her hand but when she felt him gripping it hard she let it stay put and leaning on him continued window shopping. 

Amar did not let go of her hand. He held it to his chest as a prized possession and when they took the escalator he felt his mother snuggle closer. This made his elbow brush the naked skin below her blouse. This made him feel happy and looked forward for another brushing which did not materialize.

After strolling around the first floor and not finding any thing of interest as they came near the escalator Mayuri looking at him said 'I am a little scared.'

'Nothing to be scared off, hold me' said Amar.

Mayuri moved closer and gripping his hand took to the escalators and when she stepped on it she fumbled which made Amar to grasp her by her waist and steady her. Amar felt enchanted to have his hand on her waist. Feeling the warmth of his mother's waist he gripped it harder which made her thighs brace his. He was in the world of his own having felt what he had not dreamt of and it did not last long as they had reached the second floor.

Mayuri too felt the warmth of his thighs brushing hers and when she saw his hand holding her by the waist she let it linger there till she steadied herself. Amar on seeing his mother regain her stance slowly pulled out his hand from her waist but let it be entwined with her hand.

They shopped for a while. Amar was content to be with her and when they finished, Mayuri was again scared as she had to come down the escalators. Standing near the escalators she looked at Amar. 

'Why are you so scared' he asked.

'This is the first time I am using them' she replied.

'Let me hold you' he said slipping his hand on her waist again.

'Wait, let me take a deep breath' she replied.

'Take your own time' said Amar utilizing the opportunity of caressing her waist to soothe her.

This time Mayuri felt his caress. Though it sent warmth up her body she could not enjoy it as she was scared and when Amar nudged her, taking a deep breath she stepped on the escalator.

This time with Amar holding her tightly she managed not to fumble and coming down she looked at her son as if she had conquered the world thinking she had reached the ground floor.

'One more floor to go' said Amar pointing to the ground floor.

'Oh! I thought I had reached it' she replied.

'Want me to carry you' he said.

'Dath, as if you would carry me' she shot back.

'I would if you allow me' he spoke gently.

'No I am fine' she replied smiling.

This time before she could react, Amar slipped his hand on her waist with such authority that made her look up at him.

'Come let's move' saying this he patted her back.

Though his reactions were natural Mayuri felt delighted when he patted her back. Slipping her hand on his waist they encountered the final hurdle with ease.

Amar did not let go of her waist and when they stepped out of the mall he said 'why don't we walk home.'

'Yes why not' she replied smiling at him.

'I love this weather' he replied.

'Yes it is very pleasant and cool' saying this she moved closer slipping her hand on his waist.

Like a happy couple they slowly threaded their way back. Amar was more than happy to have his hand firmly placed at her waist and his mother's head resting on his shoulders. 

Even Mayuri was excited to have got acquainted to her son in such a way and whenever she remembered him helping her on the escalator she kissed his shoulder showering her affection. They moved at snails pace and it was when they came across the park that their heart beats increased.

It was Mayuri who saw it first. As her head was resting on his shoulder and her line of vision towards the park, she saw a couple kissing. It made her lift her head across to see them and when she saw the man was fondling the woman's breasts a sudden wave of excitement rushed through her body. The scene jolted her and Amar who had not witnessed it was surprised to feel her shudder.

As they moved further both of them saw another couple locked in each others arms smooching. This made their hearts beat faster and subconsciously both gripped each other. Their pacing slowed down when they came to the end of the park and saw another couple. It was Mayuri who looked up at her son for his reaction and saw him staring at the couple. His hand which was on her waist started moving subconsciously down. She felt it slip down a little and when he gripped the flesh above the mounds of her buttocks she shivered and leaned on his body. She had made the move.




Flash Back



This had a wild effect on both of them. Both were excited. Amar whose hand was over her buttocks pulled her closer and she obliged by moving a shade closer and placed her head on his chest. They moved silently and Amar realizing that they were nearing the house pulled his hand from her waist and started walking casually. He did not want her to know that he was aroused.

They continued treading slowly. Both were tensed as they felt they had done something wrong. They just had to cover a little distance to reach their house when it started drizzling lightly. This changed the whole atmosphere and they were like two kids playing in the rain. They ran towards their house shielding their purchases from the rain.

Once inside the house Amar went to fetch the towel and when he returned he saw what his eyes was craving for. His mother holding the top of her sari wiping her wet hair had subconsciously exposed her bosom to his stare. It made him stand rooted to the spot and though he could have shifted his gaze he did not and when his mother saw him staring at her exposed bosom, a hot current passed through her body which made her back track to her room slowly.

On reaching she felt a strong wave rip through her body. It made her rush to the rest room and on standing before the mirror she pulled the sari out and stood looking at her own reflection. She was surprised by what was reflected in the mirror. Her cheeks had turned red, her eyes were gleaming, her lips were pouting, her bosom was heaving and her midriff was shining with the pearl like rain drops. She felt happy with what she saw.

Taking a close look made her feel proud as she felt she still had a lot which would be of interest to any roaming eye and her son being a novice would certainly be attracted to it. Then why not flash a little she thought. What's wrong in it? What was there in it for her if it was to be hidden? Had she not hidden it all these days? She thought on those lines. The more she thought the more confident she grew. It would only be her son who was going to see, then why not let him. Thinking on those lines made her feel proud, feel elevated and she decided to try it out.

Amar could not move even after his mother left. He felt he had made a mistake. He felt he should have looked the other way instead of staring at her. He was sure his mother had seen him staring. What would be her reaction? How would she take it? When he was getting closer, when he was getting to know her better this should not have happened he thought. He felt as if he had lost everything and dejectedly he went to his room.

Next morning things were different. When he opened his eyes he was rewarded with a sweet surprise. He saw his mother holding a cup of hot coffee tickling him. This made him jerk from the bed and as he took the cup, the previous night's tension eased away. He stood by his mother the whole day helping her in all her pending work.

As evening descended Amar thought of asking her out but when he saw her slumped on the sofa he felt it better to sit close by and watch. With a book of no consequence in his hand he sat down opposite her.

It did not take long for Mayuri to see that Amar was watching her. Many a times she felt like teasing him but thinking it would be obvious, she let go and when she saw him fully engrossed somewhere 'what's on your mind' she asked.

'I was visualizing how scared you looked coming down the escalators' he said.

'Yes if you had not held me I would not have had the courage to come down' she replied.

'It was my pleasure to have held you' he said.

'Was it so' she asked.

'Being close I was delightful' he replied.

'How nice to hear it, I thought I was troubling you' she said.

'I would love to have another chance' he said.

'May be sometime, now why don't you go to bed' she said.

'Yes maybe next time' saying it he left her.

Next morning when he came down he was happy to see his mother cooking. This gave him a chance to stand behind her and look at her exquisite body. As his eyes were roaming over her curves Mayuri left his gaze. As she was busy with her morning chores she could do nothing while he moved closer. He had come so close that whenever Mayuri moved her thighs brushed his. 

There was mixed response from his mother. On one part she was happy to have her son beside her and on the other his closeness was also sending warmth up her body which she was finding it hard to conceal.  After few minutes as Mayuri turned, her thighs brushed his squarely which made her blush. Amar had not expected this and when he felt his mother's hot thighs he was delighted and seeing his mother blush he was thrilled.

The small incidence had made his day. Having finished his breakfast he left for college leaving behind his mother to ponder over the things that were happening. Mayuri was in deep thought when she saw her husband come down. After having had his breakfast, he left for office without acknowledging her. This depressed her and she felt it was time she changed a little.

The day passed off without any further adventure and the next morning Amar came down and placing his hands on her shoulders said 'what's cooking Mom.'

'Nothing of your interest' she replied jokingly.

'It smells good' he replied leaning over.

'Then why do you ask' she said and as she bent to pick up a spoon her hips brushed his thighs. 

Amar moved closer and peeping over her shoulders said 'how long will it take.' 

'Will be ready in five minutes, hungry' she asked.

'No but I would like to taste it' he said politely.

'Sure,' saying this as she turned to face him, her hips again brushed his thighs.

Amar stood right in front and not giving any room for her tasted the dish while his eyes roamed over her well formed bosom.

'Liked it' asked his mother enjoying his closeness.

'Yes it tastes good' he replied and as he leaned forward to put the spoon back his hand braced her warm hips. The touch jolted him. Uttering sorry he took a step backwards. 

'No need to be sorry' said Mayuri feeling his discomfort. At first she had thought that his hand had touched her hips intentionally but as he pulled back she had a doubt. Whatever the cause she was thrilled by the act and looking at his discomfort she flashed him a big smile.

Amar regained his courage on seeing her smile and moving forward he hugged his mother.

'What made you do that' asked his mother in a jovial mood.

'Out of love' he replied.

'Ah! Come on' said his mother blushing.

When both her husband and son left Mayuri sat down with the puzzle of her life. She started completing the jig saw and to her utter dismay found most of the places blank. She had no other option but to fill them with her son and when it was completed seeing her son highlighted she felt happy.

As she was contemplating the next move the phone rang. She was surprised as it was her husband and when he said he will be coming late and not to wait for dinner she would not believe it. Ah! The pieces of the puzzle were falling in place she thought as this news had given an opening which she was looking for.

Amar arrived as usual and was excited when his mother told him that they were going out for dinner.

'What about Dad' was his immediate question?

'He is attending some party' she replied.

'Is he not coming' he asked politely as he did not want to discourage his mother.

'I don't think so. What do you suggest, where shall we go' she asked.

'There is a restaurant on the third floor of the Mall' he smiled as he let out those words.

'No I don't want any escalators' she replied strongly.

'Then there is the new one but it's little expensive' he said.

'It should not be a problem, book up' she said.

While Amar took care of the arrangements, Mayuri came down dressed in a green sari which had a pleasing effect on her dark complexion. Soon they reached the Hotel and both were surprised at the plush décor.

Sitting on a cozy sofa they treated themselves to a luxurious dinner and as they finished it 'how was it' asked his mother.

'It was most delicious.' 

'Yes and it was heavy too' she replied patting her tummy.

'It looks good' said Amar.

'No it is getting heavier' she replied.

'A walk home would take care of it' replied Amar.

'Yes, I was about to suggest the same thing' she asked.

'Like we did the other day' he replied stepping out of the restaurant.

'Hand in hand' she asked smiling at him.

'Of course hand in hand' saying this he held her hand swiftly.

'Why are you in such a hurry' she asked.

'I don't want you to change your mind' he replied.

'Change my mind' she asked a little puzzled.

'Of walking back home.'

'You like to walk'

'With you by my side I would love to' he replied.

'How sweet' saying this she leaned her head on his shoulder.

'Are you feeling cold' he asked.

'No but trying to get comfortable' she replied.

'Is it any better now' he asked as he drew her close.

'Feeling cozy' saying this, she planted a soft kiss on his chin.

'That feels good' said Amar.

'Then have one more' saying this she kissed him on his cheeks.

'Thanks' was all Amar could say and when he looked at her he saw her flashing him a big smile.

They slowly made their way towards their home. Both were fascinated holding each other's hand and when they neared the park, Amar being conscious of what they had seen earlier looked around and when he saw a couple kissing he slowed down his strides. His attention was drawn towards the couple smooching.

Mayuri too saw the couple and in the excitement she gripped Amar's hand and when she felt he had slowed down, she let her eyes roam. She looked at the couple. On focusing she saw the man had his hand inside the woman's dress. This sent a hot wave through her body and as she trembled she heard her son say 'are you feeling okay Mom.'

'Yes it is bit chill today' she replied moving closer.

Amar was glad that she had come closer and slipping his hand around her waist and caressing her hips said 'it is because of the open space and I hope you are comfortable now.' 

'Yes being close feels nice' she replied.

'It would be warmer if you move closer' saying he pulled her. He could feel her shoulder on his chest, her hips along his and her thighs brushing his whenever they took a step forward.

'Much better, thanks' saying this she kissed him on his cheeks.

Feeling excited by the kiss Amar's hand ventured on its own. It moved up from her hips to her waist and caressing it as if to send some warmth up her body he slowly moved it up till his fingers encountered the softness of her breast and as soon as he felt it he brought his hand down again. He continued teasing her in the same fashion.

While Amar was teasing his mother, Mayuri was enjoying it. Many a times she lifted her face and kissed him on his cheeks. This encouraged Amar and as they neared their home his hand started feeling more and more of her hips. This doubled the pleasure building up inside her and when they entered the gate Mayuri for few seconds did not pull her lips from his cheeks. She had them glued on his cheeks.

Amar was excited thinking she would kiss him on the lips. This made him squeeze her thighs and when he saw that they had reached the door, bringing his lips close to hers looked deep into her eyes.

Mayuri saw him looking at her. She felt sad at seeing her son in the state he was. She could not do anything as they had reached home. This made her heart melt for him and when he tired to place his lips on hers pushing him a little she shook her head. 

Amar's eyes pleaded.

'No not now' was what she was able to utter.

Amar was glad to hear her words. He was overwhelmed and as he unlocked the door he whispered 'shall we go to park tomorrow.'

'What for' asked his mother with a twinkle in her eye.

'For a stroll' he replied moving closer.

'We will think of it tomorrow, now go to bed' she said pushing him.

Next day Amar felt distracted in the college. He was waiting for the evening. He was not sure whether his mother would accompany him to the park and even if they went how he would react he was unable to ponder. He kept looking at his watch.

When classes were over he reached home in a flash. On reaching he was in a dilemma. He did not know how to ask her out. How could he say come we will go to the park? He kept stealing glances at his mother but never dared looked directly. Mayuri felt his discomfort and was smiling. Unable to see him suffering she said 'do you remember when we had been to boating last.'

'Yes and it had rained that day' he replied not knowing why she was bringing that subject.

'I don't think it is going to rain today' she said.

'So.'

'So how about going, are you interested' she asked.

Amar could not believe what he had heard. 'Of course I am' he screamed in joy.

Mayuri was pleased to see him happy and when she went in and came out wearing Jeans and a top Amar was delighted. They took a cab and on reaching the lake as Mayuri opted for a pedaling boat Amar's joy knew no bounds.

They enjoyed steering the boat and at times playfully sprinkled water on each other and by the time they reached the other end of the lake their clothes were wet. It was Mayuri who noticed it. She could clearly see Amar's nipples protruding out from his wet shirt and she felt a desire to touch it. When she looked at her own top she blushed on seeing the outline of her bra. She thanked herself that her top was not as translucent as Amar's and it had her charms well covered.

Amar saw her staring at his chest. Her stare invigorated him and as he took a peek at her top he was excited to see the outline of her bra and as his eyes roamed over her well formed breasts nested inside the bra he felt aroused and it became difficult for him to hide it.

Mayuri felt his stare and as this was exciting she said 'your shirt is drenched.'

'It was you who drenched it' he replied.

'As if you did not' she replied.

'But your top is not so soaked' he replied.

'Yes it is not as light as your shirt' she replied looking at his chest.

'Mine has become totally transparent' he said.

'It looks as if you are naked' she said as her eyes got fixed on his nipples.

'Yes, it feels good with the cool breeze blowing' he replied.

'What if you catch cold' she said inching closer.

'I would love it' he replied.

'Why' she asked placing her hand on his shirt.

'Because if I catch cold then you have to take care of me' he replied.

'What if I catch cold' she asked circling her finger round his nipple.

'That would be swell as I would look after you' he replied.

'You will get bored in 5 minutes' she said as her fingers closed over his nipple.

'No I promise to take very good care of you' he replied.

'I think I am already catching cold' saying this she moved closer and when Amar lifted his arm to accommodate her, circling her finger around his nipple said 'why don't you remove your shirt, it is wet.' 

Amar was excited to hear her words. Pulling out his shirt he said 'we should have brought a towel.'

'Yes we should have brought one. I never expected we would get drenched up' she replied.

'How I wish I could have lent you my shirt' he said.

'Don't you worry I am fine' she replied circling her fingers over his naked nipples.

'It's nice to have you so close' said Amar pulling her up.

'Are you comfortable? Am I not troubling you' she said as she moved further up.

'Not at all, you can get as close as you want' he said drawing her head on his chest.

'How nice' said Mayuri planting a soft kiss on his naked chest?

Amar was thrilled when his mother kissed him and when his body shuddered with excitement 'does it tickle' she asked.

'No it feels fine do continue' he replied and was shocked as to how he could utter those words.

'You like it, you want me to' his mother asked.

'Yes it feels good when you do that' he replied.

'When I do what' asked his mother.

'When you kiss me' he replied.

'So sweet, tell me one thing. Why did you want us to go to the park' she said.

Amar blushed on hearing her words.

'Come on tell me? Tell me na' she cooed softly.

'I wish I could tell you' he replied shyly.

'Was it because you saw the couples kissing' she asked?

Amar nodded his head.

'And you thought it could happen' she asked.

'Yes, yes' he stammered.

'You thought you could kiss me in the park, is it not' she asked.

'Yes I thought it would be fun' he replied as he could not say that he wanted to kiss her.

'What fun' she asked softly.

'Like the couple in the park' he replied.

'Kissing and hugging' she asked.

'Yes something like that' he replied.

'Do you want it to happen' she asked.

Amar stared at her in surprise.

'Yes, do you want to kiss me' she said smilingly.

'Yes I want to' he replied.

'Where do you want to kiss me' she asked teasing him a little.

'There' he said lifting his finger and touching her lips for the first time.

'Have you kissed any one before' she asked.

'No I have not' he replied.

'Have you not' she asked a little surprised.

He shook his head.

'Oh! You have not. Do you want me to show you how to kiss' she asked holding his face in both her hands.

Amar was ecstatic and closing his eyes said 'yes.'

'Open your eyes look at me' said his mother.

Amar slowly opened his eyes and seeing his mothers pouting lips his body trembled.

'Do you like your mother's lips, do you want to kiss those lips' she asked and before he could nod his head, griping his face she kissed him softly on his lips.

Amar was thrilled when his mother kissed his lips. He was so excited to have been kissed by his mother that his face turned read and when he saw his mothers pouting lips 'want to kiss them again' asked his mother.

Amar again nodded his head.

'Did you like what your mother did to you' she asked.

'Yes yes' he replied.

'Want more of her lips' she asked.

Amar nodded his head shyly.

'Come let's go to park' she said.

Amar was on cloud nine when he heard those words. He steered the boat towards the shore and in no time covered the distance. Once on the ground they fetched a cab and soon reached the park.

The sun had gone down leaving behind a streak of fading light as they entered the park and strolled down it started to get dark and Mayuri holding his hand guided him towards the trunk of a large tree.

As they sat side by side Amar was baffled. He did not know how to react. He kept stealing glances at his mother.

Mayuri waited for her son to take the initiative and seeing him hesitate placing her hand on his shirt said 'I see your shirt has dried up.'

'Yes it has' he replied.

'You were looking cute without your shirt on' she said undoing his shirt.

'Why was I looking cute' he asked getting thrilled.

'Because I could see these' saying this she slipped her hand inside and felt his nipples.

'Do you like to see them' he asked.

'No I would like to feel them' she replied caressing them.

'You are different' he said.

'Why am I different' she asked.

'I thought it was the other way round' he said.

'What other way' she asked tweaking his nipple with her fingers.

'I thought it was men who were interested in' he said.

'What are men interested in' she asked feigning as if she did not know what he meant. 

Amar could not reply back immediately, hesitating a little he said 'to do what you are doing.'

'What am I doing' she asked lifting her face to his.

'You are caressing me there' he replied looking down at his chest.

'So'

'I think men are more interested in caressing them' he replied.

'You mean men are interested in caressing women there, is that what you mean' she asked.

'Yes'

'Why do you think only men are interested? Don't you think women may like it too' she asked.




Flash! Erica Took Pictures



For those interested in timelines, this story takes place about three years after my story Her Parents Were Not Home. It's based on a true experience. No, I still don't know what they talked about while they kept me waiting.

"Go to the bedroom and get naked" Erica told me. Turning to Dianne with a grin she added "We'll be in there in just a few minutes." Dianne grinned back at her.

I was only too happy to obey, but I wondered what they had in mind. Bondage, maybe? Not really Dianne's style. 

Not a threesome: Dianne was clear that when we married she was taking that "forsaking all others" vow seriously and expected me to do the same if I wanted to keep her.

It wouldn't be lesbian action either: Dianne and Erica definitely liked men.

These women had known each other since elementary school. When they were 18 and wanted to dump their high school boyfriends Erica got a game of strip poker going and cheated the boys naked before leaving them "standing" there.

On the other hand, when I came into the picture Erica supported everything Dianne did to land me. On our wedding day it was Erica who gave Dianne a bath and bikini wax before helping her into the wedding dress. At the reception she told Di "I feel like I just gained a brother!"

Yeah, it could be anything I thought as the last sock came off. Any minute they'd be in here. My penis was rising to half staff already just thinking about it.

Any minute now.

Any time now.

I wonder what's taking so long.

Should I go ask?

Longest minute I ever had.

I decided to go see what was taking so long. I looked at my robe on the closet door and decided not to bother. I walked down the hall with my dick dangling.

They were still sitting on the couch whispering to each other. Di had her shoes off and was adjusting the elastic top of her sun dress over her tits. Erica was fully clothed and she saw me first.

"Go on back" she said. "It won't be much longer." I realized this was the first time she'd ever seen my dick, and she didn't even blink. Dianne turned, grinned an evil grin and waved her fingers at me. "Go on sweetie." I obeyed.

I didn't hear any giggles as I went back to the bedroom.

I lay down on the bed and waited. And wondered. And looked at the digital clock from time to time. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. I stood up and stretched, facing the door. OH! Now I know what they're going to do!

Erica stepped in with a camera, a high-priced camera with a zoom lense and a huge flash unit. She stepped right past me and around to the other side of the bed. 

"OK, Di, come on in!" she called.

Dianne stepped in, still wearing the blue sundress and barefoot. Her eyes positively gleamed and she smiled like the wolf about to eat Little Red Riding Hood. She wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a big wet kiss on my lips. My hands moved to her waist.

FLASH. Erica took the first picture.

Di's tits were still covered by the elastic tube top of her sundress and pressed against my bare chest. My dick was now fully erect and pressing against the cotton material over her belly. That dress needed removing. I pulled the elastic down around her ribs so I could feel her nipples on my chest. I wasn't sure how to undress her, to pull the dress over her head or pull it down her body over her legs. I decided to bunch the whole thing around her middle, exposing her beige lace panties. Erica must have liked that sight.

FLASH.

Di resolved my question about the dress without a word by breaking the hug and raising her arms in the air. I pulled the dress up over her head. As it hid her face...

FLASH.

Di gently pushed me toward the bed and I sat down. She stepped between my knees and pulled my face to her breasts. I started kissing them and hooked my thumbs into the elastic waist band of her panties. I pulled them over her bottom down her thighs, letting them drop to her ankles. Erica had moved to the foot of the bed for the shot as Di kicked the panties off.

FLASH.

Di dropped to her knees and took my dick in her mouth, tonguing the head eagerly. I leaned back on my right arm and with my left hand pulled Di's long black hair away from her face so Erica could get the shot.

FLASH.

Di dropped my joint out of her mouth and let it touch her cheek. I was hard as a rock and she looked up at me with her big brown eyes full of love. I wished Erica to take that shot from my point of view but there was no flash. Di half stood and half climbed up me and around my right side with her bare bottom toward Erica,

FLASH. Great ass shot I thought.

Di pulled me around and we wrapped into a hug with arms and legs entwining.

FLASH

We must have looked like a couple of snakes mating as Erica moved to the head of the bed for another shot.

FLASH.

I savored every lick of Di's lily white neck and shoulders while she nibbled on mine. The smell of her jasmine perfume blended with the smell of our clean sweat as I began kissing my way down her body, between her breasts and over her belly to her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She raised her knees and spread them for me. I spread her labia and started licking them.

FLASH.

I took her clit in a kiss, sucking and licking. Dianne inhaled with a gasp, "Huuuu!"

FLASH

I kept licking and sucking. Di's cunt juice flowed over my chin. Her fingers grabbed my hair as she writhed in her orgasm. "Nnhuuhhh... tha's enouuugh!"

Her thighs closed around my neck and her feet pushed against my back as I broke contact with her clit and looked up.

FLASH directly in my eyes from the head of the bed.

I pushed myself up and positioned my penis at my wife's vagina. Erica focused a close up as the head slid in.

FLASH. A good four inches of my shaft was still outside Di's body. I thought Erica had great timing as I pushed it into Di.

Di swung her legs in, putting an ankle on each of my shoulders. That was her way of telling me to go deep so I obliged, leaning forward and pushing until the tip of my dick contacted her cervix. Di loved this position, but I couldn't kiss her lips from here without putting all my weight on her and bending her in half. I thought hey, she does need to breathe! I wrapped my arms around her knees and turned my head to kiss her ankle as I thrusted.

FLASH

Di spread her legs again, breaking my knee-hug. I bent down into a full missionary position, but Dianne whispered "Roll over! I wanna ride!"

So without taking my joint out of her I rolled onto my back pulling her onto my chest. She reared up into a full cowgirl with knees at my hips and her head thrown back. My hands moved to her breasts and her hands moved over mine, as if she was fondling her own breasts with my hands and grinding her clit on my pubic bone to another orgasm.

FLASH

Dianne pulled her knees up and planted her feet next to my ribs. The whole weight of her body was on my dick forcing it as deep as it would go into her body. She whimpered and I felt her pussy squeeze as she came again.

FLASH

She bent forward, grabbing the sides of my face with both hands and leaning close to whisper "Roll back on me and finish!"

FLASH

So we rolled back into missionary position and she wrapped her legs around my hips. Her right hand came under my left arm, her left around the back of my neck as I started humping again. Her nails drew a trickle of blood as her breath escaped in another "Huuhhn" of her orgasm.

FLASH. Erica had focused on Di's face. My face was buried in Di's hair so I only heard the camera.

I pumped faster as the pressure in my balls built up. I was dimly aware of Erica trying to get another shot before I finished. She settled for one of Dianne's nails drawing red lines on my back. I groaned and filled Dianne's cunt.

FLASH

I probably could have collapsed on top of Di without hurting her, but I pulled out and rolled onto my back. Dianne cuddled up to me under my right arm, her cheek on my chest and her right leg wrapped around mine. She put the tip of her right thumb into her smile as Erica came around from the other side of the bed.

"Dianne!! Are you alright?" Erica asked. I turned my head enough to see that Di's eyes were fixed in a "thousand mile stare," looking past Erica at the wall, smiling as she sucked her thumb. 

"Uh-huh" was all the words Di could manage even after taking her thumb out of her smile. I could feel her belly against my hip and could tell she was still clinching her pussy muscles.

Erica looked at my face. "Worth waiting for, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yeah" I replied.

"Well," Erica said, " when I get the prints back to you two I'm sure you'll do it again every time you look at them. I've still got some shots left on this roll. How about I get some of you two cleaning each other off in the shower?"

"You'll have to wait" Dianne told her, now more recovered. "It'll be a few minutes before I can stand up. Buuuut...." She moved her hand down to my limp member and gently wiped some of her juice and my sperm off the tip. Erica focused quickly on Di's hand.

FLASH

Di brought her fingers to her lips and licked. 

FLASH

"Get a few more of us cuddled like this" Di said. "I want pictures of the way I feel right now." She smiled and we looked into each other's eyes. "The way I felt the night we conceived our first child."

FLASH

Pregnant? They had planned the whole thing for the night when she was ovulating? Was that the reason she had invited Erica here tonight?

FLASH

Wow, I thought. Dianne and I had shared something really special with Erica tonight.

FLASH 




Flash Fantasy



I have this fantasy that my wife and I go to a mall. Both of us have prepared by wearing some sexy under-things, her, maybe a crotchless thong, me a thong with a little peek-a-boo material. We go around the store picking out some clothes to try on, her first. While she tries on the short skirts and dresses, she comes out and poses for me, of course for my approval. Coyly, she flashes me occasionally with that money shot, sometimes by bending over, sometimes by lifting her skirt. Since she hardly ever wears a bra, she flashes my her breasts as well, when she comes out with a blouse buttoned open to halfway down her abs, ala Jennifer Lopez.

Now, it’s my turn. I try on a nice robe, but before I come out with it to show her, I pull on my cock a little to get it hard, which is already in a slightly ready state from seeing her. I tie the belt of the robe loosely so that just by walking it starts to come undone. Just at the time I get near her, it falls slightly open and she can see my bulging cock through the mesh of my thong. I go back to try another robe and this time I come out with no thong on and flash her my cock again. When I go back, I ask her for the other robe, the red one, and could she come take these robes back with her. She comes back to the dressing room and I open the door for her to see me jerking my cock in a pair of her undies that I brought with me. When she returns with the robe, I now have no undies, and she sees me pulling on my skin with just my socks and a t-shirt on.

We leave the men’s department and head over to another store, again to the women’s department. This time, she gets a few outfits to take in with her, but leaves me with most of them. She tries on a hot, backless red number than hangs just below her beautiful butt. When she comes out, her outfit says “I want you” all over. She seductively walks down to me, and asks me if I like it. Of course, she can tell, because my warm-up pants are growing bigger in my crotch area. She leans over to get another of the outfits from me to try, and flashes me her rock-hard nipples, which I could already see pushing against the material in the dress. She loves the feel of satin on her nipples! 

As she turns and walks away, she drops the hanger and casually bends over to pick it up. I swear I can see her pussy lips glistening through the slit of the crotchless thong. She peeks a knowing glance and continues back to the dressing room. Once there, she tries on this outfit, only it’s too big. She calls out to me to come and take this one back and get one that’s a size 4. I come to the door and the outfit is hanging on the inside of the door, so I have to reach over, or open the door. I choose to reach over, but she has left the door slightly jarred open and it moves open enough that I can see her in the mirror with one finger on her clit moving slowly back and forth. She tells me to hurry and bring her that other outfit.

We had already put it aside nearby, so I’m back in about one minute easy. I look casually around as I go back towards the dressing room. I bring her the outfit and she asks me to come in so she doesn’t have to come out there to pose for me. I sit down on the small bench, and she is totally naked except for her crotchless thong underwear. She tries on this new outfit, asking me what I think. This is another backless number, blue, with spaghetti straps and it comes down a little lower than the other one, but still shows off her great legs. Man, I just want to have her. I decide, while she is looking at herself in the mirror admiring the outfit, to pull out my cock and start stroking it. I know she’s looking at me in the mirror, and I am rock hard. I have to stroke real slow, because I’m so excited by all this playing around that I could have cum an hour ago just watching her walk up and down in the mall, knowing that beneath those sweat pants was a beautiful flower surrounded by lace crotchless thong underwear. We had a secret signal that if she asked me to come in and there was no one who saw me, that I would. Otherwise, I would make some excuse like I had to go the bathroom or get a drink of water.

She takes off the spaghetti strap number and now she stands before me, her perfect, perky small breasts with those beautiful, love to suck nipples, her tight abs and gorgeous legs, and a pair of white lace, crotchless thongs, her pussy lips gleaming slightly in the light. I motion for her to sit down, and I get on my knees before her. I lift her left leg up over my shoulder and my tongue traces from her knee right to her beautiful clit, which is wet, hard and so ready to be sucked. With all the foreplay we’ve had teasing each other around the stores it doesn’t take much and she’s doing all that she can just to keep quite. She doesn’t scream out normally, like I do, but she does moan when she’s having a great time and getting close to her orgasm. 

Of course, here, we’ve got to be quite or we will draw some unwanted attention. I slide two of my finger easily into her wanting pussy, searching for that “G” spot while gently sucking her clit. With my other hand, I trace around her pussy. She loves that! Before I know it, the walls of her pussy are gripping my fingers with her building orgasm. She starts to tremble slightly and I know it’s cuming, and it’s cuming big time. Her whole body shakes and I can tell from the look on her face that she wants to moan, to let something out, but knows she can’t. After what seems like forever, but really is only three minutes, she’s not shaking as much, but I know she is still in the throes of orgasms. By this time, my cock is so hard and so hungry, I’ve just got to stick in her. Still kneeling before, pulling my mouth back, fingers still sliding in and out, I pull my lounge pants down to my knees with my free hand. I replace my fingers with my cock, and she shudders slightly again.

Slowly, because I know that I’m going to cum any second since I’m so damned excited, I move in an out of her hot pussy. I can sense that something is building in her as well, because my cock has filled her pussy so much better than my hands did. I can feel that sensation building up in my balls, and my feet begin to tingle a little. I can feel that good feeling up and down my back, and the muscles in my butt tense slightly. Man, am I going to cum big time. I slow my penetration down, nibbling at her nipples. She loves to have her nipples sucked, and I can hear the silent moaning begin again. It’s not audible, but I can tell by her breathing, it’s not heavy, but it’s musty, a quiet musty, and she’s cuming to another peak. Her back tenses in my hands as I bite her nipples with my lips, sucking hard on them. They plop out and I make an audible sound. Suddenly, we both listen for anyone nearby, but I continue to move in and out. She slowly begins to arch her back more and I can feel the momentum building up in my loins. We are both reaching the point of no return and at this point, it wouldn’t matter if the Chief of Police were on the other side of the dressing room door.

I want to scream out so badly, but don’t. With all my strength, I hold back. This perpetuates the momentum, as at the same time I feel her pussy grip my cock tightly and then begin to pulse, almost as if it is instinctively milking it for the seed that will soon spill forth. And then it starts, I can feel the warmth building in my loins, then start up the base of my cock. I’m squeezing to hold it back as much as I can to savor the moment, but, oh, oh, oh, here it cums. I shudder as my cock squirts powerfully into her contracting pussy. We both shake in each other’s arms as I almost spasmodically ejaculate every bit of juice that my balls were holding. We both let out quiet sighs and listen for the other side of the door, still savoring the union of our sex organs.

I lean over and pull out the wash cloths that we brought with us to clean up. I pull my cock out and wipe the juices and semen from it as she wipes the same from her throbbing pussy. We are both spent, but we have to put ourselves together and leave the store, we’re not at home in bed where we could fall asleep in each other’s arms. She pulls back on her sweats and pulls the regular panties out the pocket, putting them on over the thong. I put my clothes back on and we both gather the clothes she tried on, and the ones she didn’t, and she opens the door, peering out. The coast seems clear, and we both come out holding all the clothes. 

We talk nonchalantly about the clothes as we carry them back to the appropriate racks. All the time we carefully check the surrounding area to make sure we haven’t caused any alert to the clerks. Just about the time we put the last article of clothing back, a matronly clerk comes up behind us and states we must not have found anything we liked. We both turn, and look at her and respond no. As we thank her and walk away, I could swear she winked at us.



Flash Fantasy: A Day at the Movies



John Carrington stood at his podium, his polo shirt smelling of fake butter and his khakis stained by some long forgotten large drink. A worn piece of paper lay in front of him detailing when each movie began and ended. The doodles at the bottom illustrated what a long, dull day it had been. He ached to be anywhere but at work tearing tickets. 

"Down the left hall in Auditorium five, thanks. Enjoy your show," he said cheerfully. 

He wanted sex badly. It was the exact opposite of what he was doing now. He would be lying down, not standing for hours on end. He wouldn't have to pretend to be enjoying himself. He wouldn't mind doing that for several hours instead. The more he thought about it, the more he ached for release he couldn't have for at least another couple of hours.

"Your movie will be in Auditorium twelve down the right hall, sir. Enjoy your show." 

The ghost of wild, passionate sex haunted his thoughts. It lurked in the quiet corners of his mind, waiting to jump out at the most unexpected time. He glanced around the lobby for any messes or customers, and then to concession for any cleaning they may need done. Trisha was working today. She was five foot six, brown hair, brown eyes. Her c-cup chest suited her thin frame well. She was pretty cute in her own way, but in John's current state of mind, she was the sexiest thing alive. 

Her gorgeous tits jiggled as she slid her faded polo shirt from her pale body. Her sweet nipples perked up as John caressed them with his lips, tasting their intoxicating warmth. 

Desperate moans dripped from her lips like the juices from her wet pussy. "Oh, fuck me, John. Please."

John tore the little boy's ticket and directed him to his theater. "Focus," he told himself. "Just get through your shift and then you can go home and jerk off like a madman. You just gotta get through your shift first." His lectures didn't do him much good. He was burning with lust right now. 

His cock thrust into Trisha's dripping young pussy. Her flawless nude body beaded with sweat as she took in every inch of his six inch dick. He could see her tits pressed against the glass through the mirrors in the candy counter, which only made him fuck her harder. Her moans were invigorating as she-

"Down the hall in auditorium seven. Enjoy your show." The elderly couple walked on, blissfully unaware that the real cause of John's cheerful nature was not a love for the job, but a particularly steamy fantasy.

Trisha's long legs pointed skyward as she lay on the counter. The elderly couple looked on in shock as John pounded his dick into her tight body, lubricating his cock with buttery topping.

"That's disgusting," he thought to himself.

He pounded his dick into her tight body, his cock lubricated with Trisha's saliva left after a long blowjob. He tongued her clit as he ravished her body without even contemplating the physical impossibility of such an act. Her d-cups shook back and forth in rhythm to the thrust of his aching prick.

He stared into the game room trying to distract himself, to keep his mind on work. He counted the different varieties of prizes and tried to average their ticket cost. Snakes were four hundred tickets. Puppets were two hundred tickets. The black-light CD tower was five thousand tickets.

Trisha was ten thousand tickets. She sat on the prize counter, beautifully nude. One hand pinched and fondled her double d breasts as the other fingered her shaved slit. "Come on, Johnny. Don't you wanna win me? Just a few tickets, baby, and I'll swallow every inch of that twelve inch cock of yours."

"Down the left hall in ten... or... sorry. Right hall in ten. I got a little confused for a second there." The married couple made their way down the right hall with their two small children in tow.

"Stop thinking about Trisha," he scolded himself. "You've got a job to do and if you keep getting distracted, you'll eventually let something slip, and then there goes your job. Is that what you want?" He continued the lecture to himself, but his mind wandered and ignored most of it.

He thrust harder and harder into Trisha's perfect super model body. She cried in orgasmic ecstasy with every inch of his massive package. Teenaged boys looked on in envious lust, wishing they could have a cock that size or fuck a woman that gorgeous. Her enormous tits jiggled as he pounded Trisha. Her fingernails drove into his back, forcing his cock deeper into him. Every guy who had ever teased John stared on, ashamed at the size of their own miniscule penises and below average lovers. 

A gorgeous Hispanic woman entered the lobby clutching her ticket. She was five foot ten, with the kind of body men kill for. Her long black hair cascaded down onto her tanned shoulders. Her tight jeans accented her beautiful, round ass. John followed the trail of buttons on her blouse up to her amazing chest. Through the buttons, he could see the uncovered sides of her immaculate breasts. Her neck was slender, her chin came to a soft point. Her rich lips begged to be kissed, to be wrapped around his cock. Her emerald eyes pierced his soul. John quickly looked to the ticket before she could see what he was thinking. In his mind, she was already engrossed in a ravenous orgasm.

"Do you know where my movie is?" she asked helplessly. "Tell me, and I'll suck your cock."

"Right hallway. Auditorium thirteen. Enjoy your show, ma'am."

He followed the sway of her ass until she vanished out of site.

John clutched thousands of tickets in each hand as he furiously fucked the Hispanic Goddess on the game room counter. She begged to be fucked harder, to be fucked every day by this Adonis of a movie theater usher, to be his sex slave. She told him she needed his cock so much he wouldn't even have to pay the twenty-thousand ticket price. Trisha sucked his balls and ran her hands all over John's chiseled body. Trisha and the stunning latina sucked furiously at his stiff cock, eager for every drop of his cum.

John stood nude on the game room counter. A sign below him read one hundred thousand tickets. Sweat glistened off of his sculpted muscles, as hungry eyes ravished his hard mammoth cock with their vision. Trisha and the goddess cried out with fists full of tickets to be the ones to buy this perfection of manhood, this gift to the sex life of all woman kind. Others waved their tickets behind them, super models, cheerleaders, every girl that had ever turned him down now screamed with tickets waving to purchase a night with this perfect love machine. Only Trisha and the goddess were allowed past the counter to feel him, to fondle him, to grope him, to suck him and fuck him for hours, days, weeks on end. To taste his cum. Every possible position, every possible way a man could fuck two women raced by in rapid succession.

John fucked Trish while the goddess sucked his balls.

The goddess bent over and took John's cock as she buried her face in Trisha's steaming crotch.

John licked at the goddess's fertile crescent while Trisha rode John's mammoth dick.

Trisha and the goddess fought over who would get to taste his cum after a long, hot blowjob.

The voice crackled over the walkie talkie. "John, I need you to check the women's bathroom while Mark covers podium."

John grabbed a broom and trudged to the women's room. He knocked loudly on the door. "Anyone in there?" he asked. "Male employee entering to clean."

He pushed the door open and slid into the empty restroom. Slowly, he began sweeping up the bits of paper towel scattered on the floor and making sure all of the toilets were flushed.

In the last stall, the goddess sat, her pants off, frantically fingering herself. 

John swept. "Damn, it's going to be a long day."



Flash Fiction



Authors Note:  These works are what is known as “Flash Fiction.”  They are stories under 100 words.  My goal was to write short stories with a beginning, middle, and an end but keep them at or less than 100 words each.  They are meant to excite your senses, and I hope that they do.  – Chicklet

Reluctance

“No,” I protested, shaking with fear.

“Yes,” he demanded, pointing to his feet.

“No,” I whispered, less sure than before.

“I’ll make you regret it,” he threatened, his voice making me tremble.

Reluctantly, I crossed the room on my knees, crawling to him like a beaten dog.  I bent down, slowly, placing my lips on his shoes.  I kissed his feet with reluctant submissiveness.	

Good girl,” he said, rubbing my hair gently.

I glared at the ground, humiliated.  

Strip Poker

Reluctantly, I lay down my cards.

Four pairs of eyes widened.  Four sets of lips stretched into grins.

The winner’s eyes locked on mine, the sparkle making me shiver.

“Take it off,” he demanded.  At that moment, I hated my husband.

With shaking hands I undid the clasp, parted my bra, and slid it off my arms.  Chest exposed, I turned back towards the men, blushing furiously.

“Last hand?” asked the dealer, shuffling the deck. 

My husband glanced at my panties, and nodded.

“Last hand,” he agreed, winking at me.

I took a deep breath and prepared to lose again.	

Tension

I squeezed my eyes shut, blocking the tears.  I strained against my bonds as I prepared my body for the next swing.

With a swooshing noise, the leather collided with my skin.  I cried out again, breaking the silence of the room.

Behind me, Master paused.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, concerned.

“No,” I said, my voice quivering.

“I will,” he insisted, drawing away from my body.

“Please,” I protested, “I need it.”

“Very well,” he agreed, preparing to strike again.

Tensing, I prepared for the next blow.


Next Time

A brief flash of her and then nothing.  I shut my eyes, playing her game, with the knowledge that my tension would eventually be released.

Ropes held me securely; the gag left me speechless but able to moan.  She liked me this way; helpless and hers.

Her legs were at my sides.  She straddled me.  Groaning I thrust myself up and met her moist flesh.  Gasping, she began to move.

Her body and mine were as one; I could not hold back.  Shuddering, I came inside her.

Scooting off, she kissed me.

“Next time,” she whispered as my hands were freed.

Misbehavior

My heartbeat raced as Master paced the room, examining his toys for the perfect device.  He picked it up, examining it, and turned around to face me.

Heat raced through my body, my skin turning bright red as I murmured into my gag.  My body shook with fear as Master approached, smiling wickedly.

With a deft flick of his wrist he brought the leather hard onto my thigh, a welt rising almost instantly.  Twice more the whip struck.  I shook with pain as he turned away again, putting it back on the wall.

I would not disobey again.	

Silence

The scent of her juices filled my nostrils; I paused to look into her eyes.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“Do you love me?” I answered.

“Yes,” she said, pressing her thighs tight around my head.  

I moved my mouth back to her slit, lapping unenthusiastically at the sweet fluids.  I was unsure.  I stopped.

“Do you love me?” I asked again, looking deep within her.

“Yes,” she said, less convincingly than before.  “Of course.”

I shook my head free of her legs and stood, looking down at her nude body.

“You don’t love me,” I protested.

She was silent.

Confession

Hannah had a confession to make.  She was in love with her best friend.  Whenever Tamara walked into the room, Hannah’s heartbeat would quicken.  Her palms would sweat, and her mouth would become dry.

Hannah walked up to the other girl, swallowing the lump in her throat.  

“Tamara,” she said, taking a deep breath.  “I think…”

“I know,” Tamara interrupted, smiling widely.  “I would love to go out with you.”

Hannah’s smile stretched across her whole face.  She reached out and embraced the other girl.  Tamara held Hannah tight, and the both laughed in pleasure.  Hand in hand, they left.


Early Morning Adventure

He rolled towards me, draping his arm around my waist.  My rest was disturbed and my eyes opened to slowly scan the dark room.  Pulling me closer, I could feel his erection poking against the back of my thighs.

Parting my legs, I slipped one backwards over his warm body, trapping his cock near my pussy.  Slowly, he penetrated, the swollen head filling me.

My fingers rubbed my clit as I pumped slowly on his cock.  I climaxed, a rush of electricity spreading from my toes to my fingertips.

He grunted and turned back over, asleep again.



Flash Fiction



Author's note. Though this is one story in eight chapters, each of the chapters is itself a self-contained story of exactly a hundred words. This is in homage to "Flash Fiction" by Chicklet. I thought it was a superb idea as soon as I saw it. I have even used the same eight titles that Chicklet did, hoping they won't mind.

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Reluctance

The night is cold; her parents might be worried; he has worked his hand into her jeans. Never before has anyone touched her moist core. Good and strange the feel, living fingers making her itch with ecstasy, but her stomach knots. She experiences his lips not as a kiss but as a taste of flesh. Visions invade her: manhood, cum, only words from furtive tales. Tonight she wants to part her girlhood and grow up, here against the wall, chill wind fanning their candle of lust. In answer she slides her slim hand down and beneath his cloth feels life.

Strip Poker

Parents at a party, boyfriend too busy with study, she accepts the offer of wine, and soon she's telling her sister about their sex, from that first grope in the cold night air to their frantic muffled fumblings, when he comes and she worries about the condom. As they play cards her elder sister says with some amusement and embarrassment that she and hers sometimes play strip poker. They giggle. They share more wine. No orgasm, her sister realizes: you've never had one properly. My poor dear, my sweet. They embrace shakily and continue playing with each other.

Tension

My first boyfriend wanted to try this. I screamed at him, told him he was filthy, it made me cry. Neither of us knew you had to share and give, and if you really loved someone every new experience was... careful, oh please, it does hurt. No, I want it. I want you. But slowly so we can share it, I need to take you in so carefully. I trust you. But slowly, I'm not used to it. Love, it hurts, it feels so good, takes us to places we've never been before. Slide deeper, beloved, pierce me.

Next Time

They knew each other's curves, and tastes. They knew they wanted to do it, and there would be no regret. Awash with heady cunt, gulping and thrusting -- or breathily aflutter on creamy smooth skin, poignantly awakened with tongue, nose resting to inhale, giddy at the softness and sweetness. This time they could kiss their breasts and arm-slopes and delve under knees together, feeling each other's pace, a whole life together making this last fusion so easy. Radiating the warmth of one blood into one another, joining with limbs fingermarked, cheeks burning in thighs, mouths drinking sister caverns.

Misbehaviour

Just before he goes on, he asks for a good luck kiss, expecting it to be the demure ceremony in the few seconds before the stage manager's footsteps approach. But her eyes light up strangely, and her mouth curls wide; she licks her lips in contemplation. Aghast he almost pushes her away when she falls to her knees and undoes him. All his love and desire want this flaming velvet enclosure, but safety screams. Instead of trying to hold back for her pleasure and his, he begs to flood her instantly. He buckles with pressure, pulses with the footsteps.

Silence

The CD has ended and in its place the micro hum of concentration. A catch of breath when the cold paint touches hot body. Shuffle of naked feet on boards moving behind her, examining, bringing the brush in close. A green swirl grows between her spine and buttocks. Light sweat diffuses into it, will blur the small crimson fruit upon her glistening hips. The deep violet of her right breast has dripped in hairline streaks, pooling in the crevice of her thighs, which is painted so far only with soft, noiseless nibbling at times when the vulval fruit was irresistible.

Confession

The pain increases, washes over. Each blow is sharp, but together they merge. Her face is flushed, taut, she is ashamed to be seen. She weeps. The belt strikes again, jerks the dildo deeper into her rectum. It continues to vibrate, cruelly teasing her; denying her relief in the soaking place she most wants it, but neither of them touches her there. Her sister is at the far wall, watching, photographing, he is wielding the belt, they both eat her breasts but refuse to give her relief. She will not admit she likes it. Never. She tastes urinous masking tape.

Early Morning Adventure

No-one would be watching this early; the milkman, alone in the street, was already some doors away. She took the chance and slipped out. There had been snow. It was shockingly cold on her naked feet, and as she brushed a rose bush with her nipple the frost chilled her and made her gasp. Behind her, her lover peered from the doorway snickering, not yet willing to join in the risk. As she bent down to the milk bottles she heard slithering feet: suddenly warm lips in her cleft, searching tightness, heating her thighs, begging her to turn around.